#I wanna call him my gumdrop

[tightjeansjavi]

trinkets

A/N: so I woke up this morning thinking about Dieter & gumdrop—better known as trash panda and trash possum 🥺 I just love how silly they are together and I hope y’all do too!

~word count: 1.9k~ yeah—idk what happened lol

Summary: Dieter almost burns his script in front of the director, you’re at home writing Din Djarin fanfiction on your tumblr account, Oh! And something about Dieter cloning his cock in silicone?

Pairing | dieter bravo x f!reader

Warnings: none, fluff, implied smut (phone sex bby), language, dirty talk, dieter and the reader being a menace together, one mention of drugs, readers nickname is gumdrop/trash possum, reader has no physical descriptions, +18 minors dni!

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When Dieter is away for a new filming project, you end up house sitting for him because there is no one that he trusts more, (outside of his agent) than you, his gumdrop. Plus, he’s secretly hoping that if you spend more time in his home, that you’ll be open to moving in with him. It’s his genius plan that he of course came up with when he was stoned out of his mind.

He didn’t realize that he could just ask you to move in with him. That was far too simple!

So, for the month that Dieter was away filming, you were lounging in his home like a house cat. He called you multiple times a day to check in on you, and because he missed your voice terribly.

“What have you been up to today, gumdrop?” He was hunched over the side of his hotel bed at an awkward angle. It was a terrible day on set. He was used to the director making last minute changes to the scene, tweaking irrelevant details and minor character traits that no one would pay attention to. Dieter, however, was not prepared for his character's redemption arc to be completely fried to bits.

He compared it to what happens to an egg when you crack it on a pan that is too hot, and the whole thing ends up burnt and crusted onto the pan.

He was furious, and instead of just sticking it through, he stormed off set after he threatened to quit the film entirely.

“Hey, Dee!” You chirped enthusiastically through the receiver. “I’m out by the pool, with a fresh glass of homemade iced tea, and I’m finally getting to write the bit where my slow burn lovers are finally going to kiss!”

He felt his lips curving upwards into a lopsided smile at your enthusiasm as he pictured you in your sunglasses, typing away on your laptop, eyes dancing, little giggles slipping past your lips because he knew just how badly you wanted to write this next part.

“I miss you so fucking much, my little trash possum.” He sighed, scraping his hand down his face before he fell back against the comforter. “This is about that tin helmet dude, right? With the little green guy?”

“Oh, Diets, I miss you too, trash panda.” You paused your typing, reaching for your glass of iced tea and took a sip. “Yes, baby. Din Djarin and Grogu. Speaking of, when you come home next month, do you wanna go to Disneyland?”

“Are Din and the reader finally gonna kiss? Shit, is he gonna take his helmet off and break the creed? Please tell me he takes the helmet off!” He felt like one of your fellow dedicated readers on tumblr, anticipating when you would post the next chapter to one of your many prolific series. “Baby, I would absolutely love to go to Disneyland with you when I get home.”

You giggled softly, shaking your head and set your glass back down on the nearby table. “Dee, I can’t spoil it! You know this, baby. You’re just gonna have to wait for the update like everyone else.” You typed in a few more words to add to the current sentence you were working on before saying, “how’s filming going? Shouldn’t you be on set right now, baby?”

“Well, if I were the tin helmet man, I would absolutely take my helmet off and break my creed for you, Meshla. And then after that I would—” he grumbled and rolled over onto his stomach, “I left set because this fucking director is completely trashing the redemption arc that my character is supposed to have! I had all these cool ideas that pretty much have now just been flushed down the toilet, and I may, or may not have threatened to quit.”

“How romantic, Dee. You’d break your creed for me?” Your lips curved downwards into a set frown when he explained to you what happened on set. “Oh, Dieter, I’m so sorry. Why the hell would the director do that? It sounded like before that it was going really well, too.”

“I’d break every creed for you, gumdrop. But yeah, the guy is on fucking crack, I swear. It’s making my job so much more fucking difficult. Y’know, I thought that after winning my first Oscar that people in this bloodsucking industry would actually take me seriously. Guess not, huh? Guess I’m still just a fuckin’ joke in Hollywood’s eyes.” He scoffed, pinching the bridge of his nose with his ringed thumb and forefinger to suppress his oncoming tears.

“Baby, you are not a joke in Hollywood’s eyes, okay? If you and the director aren’t seeing eye to eye, I think you should give it one last shot to try and meet a middle ground? If he doesn’t budge, then I fully support you in quitting this job. You’re so passionate about your work, Dee. No reason to be pulling teeth just for a paycheck.” You reassured him, setting your laptop off to the side now so you could give your boyfriend your undivided full attention.

“And this is why I fucking love you, gumdrop. You always know how to validate me and talk me down. What the fuck would I do without you?” He stifled a chuckle. “So, I think I’m gonna give myself another hour to be pissed and grouchy about this, and then I’m gonna march my ass back to set, and give this dude a piece of my fucking—”

“Dieter.” You softly warned him.

“Baby, I’m kidding. But I am gonna try and see if he and I can reach a middle ground. And if we can’t, well, guess I’m coming home early, trash possum.”

“As much as I would love to see you sooner, I want this role to work out for you, Dee.”

“Me too, gumdrop.” He scratched at his beard with a sigh, and just when he was about to say more, there was a knock at his door and the familiar chime of his agent's voice. “I’ll call you later, okay? Cause I wanna hear all about the tin man kissing the reader, finally.”

“Okay, baby. Just remember, you’re my Dieter Bravo, and I’m so proud of you.”

“Love you to the moon and back, trash possum. Catcha on the flipside.” He ended the call, tossing his phone to the side and droned out, “You may enter.”

-

Later in the evening, and you were finalizing the final draft of the chapter, Dieter texted you and told you that the conversation with the director went well, and things were back on track.

Dee! This is great news, baby! I’m so happy for you 💗

Me too! He actually agreed that destroying my character's redemption arc was piss-poor writing, and he’s gonna have a new script ready for me in the morning. Did Din finally kiss the reader?

See what happens when you just communicate? So proud of you, baby. And maaaaybe. I just finished finalizing the chapter and now I just have to post it! 🤭

See, now if I never met you, I probably would have torn the guy a new one and then set the script on fire right in front of him. Y’know, like that scene in the Social Network, where Andrew Garfield’s gf sets the scarf on fire in his trash can? CLASSIC! Anyway, I’m gripping the edge of my seat! I can’t wait to read, gumdrop.

Ohhh! Yeah, that scene is a classic! I’m glad that you didn’t set your script on fire, Dee. I should have the chapter posted within the hour. Oh! And before I forget, when you come home next month…I have a surprise for you x.

Shiiii is it you naked in my bed and touching yourself? Is that the surprise? 🥵

Well that’s part of it! Butttt you’ll just have to wait and see! 😉

Oh, sure, tease me, why don’t ya? Got my cock stupid hard already, you little filthy thing.

Pics or it didn’t happen!

Tell me if Din and the reader kiss, then I’ll send you a pic ;)

You are a little shithead

Tell me something I don’t already know, gumdrop 🥰

Fine. Fine. They kiss! He takes his helmet off, but she doesn’t see his face. She keeps her eyes closed because she doesn’t want him to break his creed for her 🥺

Damn, that just made my heart & my cock ache :( Din is such a romantic! Be still, my foolish heart. Your readers are gonna eat that shit up, babygirl.

Please show me. That clone your willy dildo you got me just isn’t the same. And yeah, he is such a romantic! Just like you 💗

Oh, fuck. Are you using it on yourself right now? Hold on, I’m gonna FaceTime you! I need to see this for myself 😉

I miiight be.

Seconds after sending that text, Dieter FaceTimes you and his freehand is already slowly and gently fisting his cock in your view just as he sees you fucking yourself with the silicone dildo of his cloned cock.

“So pretty, good golly. You take my fake cock so well, gumdrop.”

-

It’s hours before Dieter’s flight into LAX is expected to arrive. You had just finished moving in all of your belongings from your apartment, including all of your silly little trinkets and knick knacks that you have now displayed on every available surface in his home.

Tiny animal figurines, built lego sets, little trinkets and bobbles and you even went and bought a cabinet to store yours and Dieter’s Funko Pop collection. Little pieces of yourself and your exuberant personality were scattered about the house. You were, in some ways, like a crow; you loved to collect pretty and shiny things.

When Dieter arrived home, bag slung over his shoulder, and under his eyes, the first thing he noticed was the stack of cardboard boxes neatly stacked next to the front door and his heart immediately swelled at the sight.

“Gumdrop?” He called for you, kicking his shoes off on the rainbow doormat next to yours.

He padded further into the house, stopping at the cabinet with your shared Funko Pop collection and into the kitchen where he saw that along the window sill, you had an array of different animal figurines lined up in a row, and the very first two animals were a little ceramic racoon and possum.Then he finally saw you, lounged out by the pool, typing away like a maniac on your laptop.

He dropped his bag to the floor and pulled open the sliding back door to accompany you outside.

You looked up from the screen at the familiar sound, lips curving upwards into a grin that stretched across your entire face. “Dieter!” You said enthusiastically, setting your laptop off to the side and ran over to him, nearly slipping into the pool on your way because you were so excited.

He met you halfway, wrapping his arms around you and hugging you so tightly it felt like the oxygen was being crushed out of your lungs.

“Hey there, my little crow. You moving in or something?” He said teasingly, loosening his grip around you as your arms looped around his neck, “Cause, I was gonna ask you to move in at some point but I just—”

You shushed him with a kiss, molding your lips against his in a warm embrace. “Surprise.” You carded your fingers through his hair, tugging him in closer, “You’re stuck with me now, trash panda.”

He smiled against your lips, kissing you back deeply, giving your ass a playful squeeze as you yelped in surprise, giving him full access to lick into your mouth, “Wouldn’t’ want to have it any other way, trash possum.”

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[lttl3babybug]

Not a request but a gift, enjoy!

[caregiver Charlie, caregiver Vaggie, Sorry don’t know their head cannons so I’m winging it

You…had a bad day, a very…very, VERY bad day. So much shouting, yelling, you weren’t sure what you did wrong or even if you actually DID anything wrong…well your salvation was not far. The hotel was in sight, you could hold on till you got inside and then…

You got inside, the first thing that happened was Mama Charlie’s arms around you.

“Hello my little gumdrop! I’m so glad you’re home!”

You wrapped your arms around her, hugging her tight…giving a little sniffle, followed by a whimper. She pulled back to look at you.. “Oh sweetie…you had a bad day huh? Well don’t you worry, I’ve got just what you need!”

She booped your nose, giving it a playful wiggle too before escorting you to the couch. In went the pacifire and round went the blankie. “Okay! You wait right here while I got make some snackies and some milk!”

An there she went, off like a flash to the kitchen…of course she wouldn’t leave you alone. Vaggie was already sitting next to you, one hand on your shoulder. Turning to her, she gave you a warm smile.

“Wanna pick the movie?” She asked, you nodded an pointed to one. This one Charlie liked watching a lot too, with a lighthearted chuckle she started up the movie…just as Charlie returned with the snacks.

“Okay, I got some fresh plate of chocolate chip cookies here and a nice bottle of milk! Nothing beats a combo like that!”

You heard a voice from behind call out. “I got a betta one!”

Oh! That was Angel, they’re back from work! You turned and waved to him at the bar, huh wonder why he’s not smiling.

“Awe c’mon the kids here? I had a really good punchline set up!” You watched uncle Husk laugh as he handed Angel a drink. “I’m sure it was, loser.”

The two of them started chatting, you watched them for a few minutes…before Husk caught you staring!

Whoop!

You ducked down!

….did he see you? Slowly you peeked out again…Husk was smiling at you…oh he gave you a wave! You waved back!

“Awe, you waving at Husk?” Charlie cooed at you, you nodded and continued waving at him till Vaggie gingerly touched your arm.

“C’mon, sit properly and watch the movie ok?”

Awe…ok, you obeyed an turned around. Nestling yourself into the warm blankie between your mom’s…

Whatever happened today was gone…nothing existed accept your family, the movie, your bottle and of course those yummy cookies.

Sorry for the late response to this but oh my goodness this is adorable, thank you anon!!

#age regression #sfw agere #agere #agere community #fandom agere #agere blog #!!! <3 #age regressor

[sleepy-gee]

sugar, spice, and everything nice - mike schmidt/gn!reader fluffmas ao3 link

Mike wasn't much of a Christmasy person, you discovered early in your relationship with him. Anytime you brought up holiday plans, he'd give you dry or uninterested responses, patience running thin whenever you would keep bringing it up or pressing it.

Established relationship (could be read as gen honestly) with some light angst, borrows some ideas from my au but not connected to it whatsoever. read here on tumblr v or on ao3 (link above ^)

Mike wasn't much of a Christmasy person, you discovered early in your relationship with him. Anytime you brought up holiday plans, he'd give you dry or uninterested responses, patience running thin whenever you would keep bringing it up or pressing it.

“Stop being such a Scrooge.” You'd say with a pout. 

Mike would only roll his eyes.

The only time he ever seemed to tolerate it was when it had to do with Abby. He'd still get her gifts, hang up a stocking and minimal decorations, including a small fake Christmas tree for her to keep in her room, but that was it. He'd let her watch Christmas movies and cartoons, have hot cocoa, but never once indulged in it with her. 

So, whenever you rolled around a Christmas enthusiast, things began to change a bit. Abby was so incredibly happy to have someone to fully celebrate Christmas with. You bought matching sweaters, a few decorations, and even a gingerbread house. Your defense was that it was all for Abby and giving her the best Christmas experiences possible. It was weak, but Mike accepted it. 

One afternoon during the holiday break, while you were babysitting Abby, the two of you ran out and grabbed a gingerbread house kit to do for fun. Mike was unfortunately asked to work overtime, but he was getting paid a bit extra for it, so it wasn't the worst situation.

It was.. Messy. Frosting was everywhere, with a multitude of candies and sprinkles stuck in it. Your hands were covered in white frosting, the feeling making you cringe.

“This isn't going well at all-” You exclaimed in a fit of laughter, trying to salvage your decoration of a gingerbread man. 

Abby giggled, grabbing a paper towel to help you clean off your hands as well as her own. “That poor family.. Lost in a tsunami of frosting.”

“Not all hope is lost.. I think I got Mr. Gingerbread back to a stable condition.. Can't say much about the Mrs. though.” You sucked off some frosting from your finger before taking a step back. “I think we got it as good as we'll be able to get it.” 

The both of you laughed again as you looked over your masterpiece, uneven and sloppy frosting coating the cookie walls with gumdrops and peppermint sticking out all over the place. It did smell great, though. “You wanna eat it now?” You asked, turning to the young girl.

She shook her head no, dark curls bouncing. “I wanna surprise Mike with it! He's been so grumpy lately.. Maybe this'll improve his mood.”

“Maybe.” You shrugged, cleaning off your hands with a paper towel before turning back to Abby. “I’ll clean this up- You go play, yeah?” Abby nodded, plucking a red gumdrop off of the roof before skipping off to her room.

You looked back at the mess in front of you with a frown before taking the gingerbread house and carefully placing it on the stove for safe keeping. Then, you grabbed everything you would need and got to work, humming old Christmas tunes to yourself as you did so.

Mike got home a millisecond after you had finished, immediately noticing the unusually sweet smell in the air. “.. Smells good.” He commented when he walked past you to get to his room. “Thanks again.”

“No problem!” You called back, watching him go. He probably wouldn’t reemerge until dinner time, and while the thought saddened you, you also understood. Working on the security team for a pretty big mall can probably get extremely stressful, and on top of also having to raise his sister…

You heard the sound of little feet pattering across the ground, opened by a door opening and enthusiastic mumbling. After a moment, Abby came out down the hall, dragging Mike with her by his hand. He didn’t look all that annoyed. “Look what we made-!” She chirped, tugging him into the kitchen. Ah, right. The gingerbread house.

"You made this?" You heard him say in a feigned tone of enthusiasm as you walked over to join them. "It looks great, Abs."

"You should see the gingerbread men," You added, leaning against the fridge. "You'd think they just went through a hurricane or something."

Mike chuckled softly at that, turning on the overhead stove light to get a better look at it. "Ah, I don't think it's all that bad.. I think it makes up for it in taste." The enthusiasm in his tone wasn't quite as faked this time around. 

You walked over and broke off part of the gingerbread roof, making sure to get a good amount of frosting and sprinkles on before taking a bite. It was extremely sweet, but the ginger kick helped even it out. "Mhm. It does." You spoke through your chews. You handed your piece to Mike, who agreed, finishing it off. 

The three of you spent the next few minutes picking off pieces and making small talk, mostly asking about how Mike's day at work was and what the two of you got up to besides making this gingerbread house. "Now it looks like a hurricane has swept through." Mike said, which you and Abby laughed at in response.

"Go wash your hands and brush your teeth, Abs. Don't want any cavities." You ruffled her hair with your clean hand, watching her skip off to the bathroom.

You and Mike stood in the kitchen in a slightly awkward silence for a minute or two as you cleaned up whatever mess the three of you had made previously- It wasn't as bad, but there was still frosting everywhere. Why was the stuff so sticky..?

"Thank you," Mike said after a moment. "Thank you for.. Doing that for her. You didn't have to."

You simply shrugged, tossing a damp paper towel into the trash. "Just doing my job.."

"Your job is to keep her alive for a few hours, you're going above and beyond that. I just-" He paused, stumbling on his words.

Feeling a bit bad, you stepped over and pecked his cheek. "I get it. It's okay, you don't have to say anything."

".. I do appreciate it. I know I'm not the best at showing it, but.. I do appreciate you and everything you do. And I promise, I will pay you eventually."

"Being with you is enough of a payment, Mike. Now, go put your feet up or whatever men do after they'd had a long day. I'll be out there shortly." Mike smiled softly at that, and you couldn't stop yourself from giving him another kiss on the cheek. He turned his head and gave you a chaste kiss on the lips before leaving the kitchen.

***

"Hey, Mike? Can I ask you a question?" You asked quietly, half expecting a response.

Secretly not wanting to leave the comfort of your boyfriend's presence, you suggested staying the night. Your cover up was that he had to get up early anyways, and it'd be easier to stay over instead of leaving for a few hours only to have to return right before the sun would rise. Mike was oddly open to the idea, originally offering his bed to you for the night which you countered with the idea of sharing it. "We're dating, and it won't be the first time." 

So, you set up camp in his room, changing into some old pajamas of his. It was a bit of a tight fit on his mattress, maybe about an inch and a half of space between you two, but you'd been closer before and slept just fine. You had gone to bed around an hour and a half ago, but a certain question kept you up for some odd reason- "What's his deal with Christmas?" Sure, you've had some off years yourself where you weren't really feeling it, but Mike was a total Grinch when it came to it.

Mike only hummed in response to your question at first, opening a tired eye to look over at you from his position on his stomach. "Hm..? Wha's up..?"

".. Why are you so against Christmas? I mean.. I get it if it's just not your thing, but you tense up and get uncomfortable anytime we mention it, unless it's for Abby." You rolled over onto your side, facing him now. "I'm just curious. I want.. I want to help you."

".. 's a long story."

You wrapped an arm around him. "I got time."

You heard Mike sigh before he began to speak, voice thick and groggy with sleep. "So.. Uhm.. Christmas Eve was, uh.. The night that things really fell apart for the family." He paused, readjusting himself so he'd be more snuggled against your chest. "Mom was already gone.. Dad was a mess.. And he couldn't take it anymore. So, he dropped Abby off at my apartment, and I haven't heard from him since." He took a breath. "Abby was.. Five? Six? I can't remember.. She was young. And so scared. She thought Dad didn't like her anymore, and was scared about how Christmas was gonna go. He left her on my front porch in the middle of the night while it was freezing cold and raining.. Thank God I was home that night.. But, anyway.. I guess anytime I think of Christmas, all I can see is her soaking wet face, and the sadness in them."

Your heart sunk, and you were ready to spill your heart out just like he did to comfort him, but he spoke before you could. "That's not all, Christmas was a pretty sucky time after Garrett got taken, too, but.. That's the biggest reason, I think. That's why I tolerate it with her- To try and make up for all the Christmases she never had."

"... Wow, uhm.." You stroked his back gently. "That was a lot. I'm so sorry you had to go through all that."

He shrugged. "It is what it is."

"But it shouldn't be this way.. I'm sorry that happened. You deserve to remember Christmas for what it is, and not for the failure of your parents."

"It was my fault, too-"

"No, Mike, shush." You kissed the top of his head. "You were 12. You had no idea that would happen. And you're not responsible for their marriage, either."

He fell silent for a good while, and you almost thought he fell asleep, until he began to mumble again. ".. I used to love Christmas. I'd make my own decorations and would force everyone to watch all of those Hallmark classics.."

".. Maybe we can do that together sometime?"

".. Maybe."

***

A pleasant surprise greeted you when you opened the front door and stepped inside the Schmidt household a few days later- The first thing you noticed was a slightly sweet smell, like vanilla with an undertone of peppermint. The next thing you noticed was a small, although noticeably fake, Christmas tree in the corner with plastic ornaments and garland covering it's surface. There were a few other trinkets lying around, plastic figurines of iconic characters from Christmas movies and cartoons, place mats on the dining table with some candles in the center, etc.

"What the hell happened here?" You muttered under your breath, taking off your jacket and hanging it up on the coat rack. "Mike?"

"Yeah?" He called out from the living room. Mike seemed to be the only thing that hadn't changed- Jeans, sweater, jacket.

A soft smile found itself on your face as you walked over to him, standing by the couch. "What's- What's all this..?" You gestured to the space around you.

"Christmas.. Or at least it's supposed to be. I had Max take Abby for a few hours so I could get all of this done without her knowing." You nodded, sitting next to him on the plush couch. "What do you think?"

"I.." Your eyes found the tree again. "It's.. I love it. Did your heart finally grow three sizes?" You asked, turning back to him with a playful expression.

"Ha.. Maybe. I dunno. I think our talk just.. Got me thinking." He sat back, arm resting on the back of the couch. You took the opportunity to snuggle into his side, head resting on his shoulder.

You nuzzled him gently, kissing his shoulder. "I'm glad it did."

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[catindabag]

TBOSAS on Crack short take (7)

*When Coryo’s classmates found out that he’s dirt poor*

Festus: Coryo, my dumpster diving bro, you don’t have to hide the truth.

Coryo: What truth?

Festus: We all know and we don’t care.

Coryo: Know what?

Lysistrata: That your family is struggling and that you can’t even pay your own taxes.🥺

Livia: Ha! So I was right! I knew he was a penniless loser!😂

Festus: STFU, Cardew!

Livia: I’m just saying the truth.

Persephone: Coryo, we have all been ✨Besties✨ for a long time. So we just wanted to say-

Clemensia: That you should just marry Sejanus Plinth!

Lysistrata: I concur! Marry Plinth! Marry Plinth!

Persephone: Not now, Lizzie! This is not a SnowPlinth Fan Club meeting.

Lysistrata: Not yet.😏

Felix: But seriously, Coryo, if you need help or money, you can just ask-

Coryo: Guys, I’m fine! Everything’s fine. You really don’t have to go that far. I mean, if I really need money, I can-

Hilarius: Just marry rich boy Sejanus Plinth. We get it.

Coryo: No- Yes- Ughhh! Fine!

Festus: So it’s true! You really are going out with Sejanus Plinth!

Felix: Nice one, Snow bro! I’m so happy for you!

Lysistrata: Yes! My ship has officially sailed! Snowjanus for the win!

Festus: It’s SnowPlinth.

Florus: I thought we’re going with CabbageBread!

Hilarius: And I thought we’d agreed on Corjanus.

Felix: What happened to SnowMuffin?! I loved SnowMuffin!

Festus: That doesn’t make sense, Class Pres. Sejanus doesn’t throw muffins. He only throws bread.

Florus: To the dead.

Hilarius: Then why did he threw bread at me yesterday?

Festus: That’s because you’re already dead to him, Heavensbee.

Hilarius: But I thought that we’re all friends here?🥺

Lysistrata: That’s what you get for selling Coryo’s cute candid photos without Seji Pie’s permission.

Persephone: Wow. That’s a new low even for you, Hilari.

Hilarius: But-

Lysistrata: You even gave your creepy old man a discount.

Hilarius: To be fair, my father threatened to burn my monthly allowance in front of me, Lizzie!

Lysistrata: Boo. Hoo.

Felix: So are we going with SnowPlinth or Snowjanus?

Coryo: Call it what you want. I don’t care anymore.

Sejanus: *suddenly walks in and kisses Coryo on the cheek* Coryo, my one true love, my Snow Angel, I just heard the news!

Coryo: What news?

Sejanus: Don’t be shy now. We’re officially a couple, Babe! I knew it! I knew we were written in the stars! Just sign this marriage contract and we’re officially married!😍

Coryo: Wait, what?! No! I’m just 14!

Hilarius: We’re all 14.

Coryo: I wanna be 14 and single!

Sejanus: Oh, that’s right! We’re still technically minors.

Coryo: We’re just kids, Babe. I can’t marry you yet!

Sejanus: Wait right here, my love! I just have to tell my Ma to sign it for us! *runs out to make a call*

Coryo: Sejanus, Babe, wait a sec-

Clemensia: A word of advice, Snow.

Coryo: What now?😞

Clemensia: You should just seriously date and marry Sejanus Plinth.

Coryo: Why?!😫

Clemensia: Because it’s better for you to be his boyfriend than be mistaken as the ✨Sugar Baby✨ of Strabo Plinth.

Felix: Or Dean Highbottom’s.

Hilarius: Oh, and don’t forget, my creepy father might even volunteer.

Coryo: Well, sh*t! You’re right.

Clemensia: Of course we are.

Coryo: I wish you weren’t.

Felix: And I thought you and Seji Pie were already dating since grade school.

Coryo: No. Sej and I were already “dating” since we first met.

Felix: Since Sejanus first gave you a sack of gumdrops?

Coryo: Yup.

Felix: But we were just 8 when that happened.

Coryo: 8 and in love, bro. 8 and in love.

Hilarius: I wish I was 8 and in love.☹️

Coryo: Hilari, please stop sulking.

Hilarius: Poor me wants to be in love too.

Coryo: You’re 14, rich, and an idiot. You still have a chance.

Hilarius: Really? With who? With you?

Coryo: No.

Sejanus: *runs in smiling like an idiot* Babe, do you want our wedding cake to be royal blue or pure white as the driven snow?!😍

Coryo: Whatever you want, my love.

Sejanus: *giggles* I love you.😘

Coryo: Love you too.

Palmyra: Can I bake the cake?😀

Everyone: No.

#tbosas #crack #coriolanus snow #sejanus plinth #snowjanus #snowplinth #coriolanus x sejanus #thg fic #thg fandom #felix ravinstill #clemensia dovecote #livia cardew #festus creed #persephone price #president snow #hilarius heavensbee #the hunger games #suzanne collins #lucy gray baird #tbosas incorrect quotes #thg incorrect quotes #crack post #crack ship #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #ballad of songbirds and snakes #hunger games #thg fanfiction #tbosas fic

[duckybarnes1917]

Your Eyes Outshine The Town...Chapter 7

Bucky Barnes x Black Female Reader

18+ ONLY

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Summary/Warnings: SMUTTTTTT. Just filthy Subby Bucky Smut.

7 Days Before Christmas

Bucky twitched anxiously every time you even looked at him; you were chattering away as if you didn’t know he was rock hard—and had been for hours.

You and Yelena had returned home about an hour ago, both of your hands full of bags. He hadn’t even noticed the slight bruising on both of your faces. 

Bucky waited patiently for you to hold up your end of the deal, but you didn’t. 

He was staring at your ass as you bent over the table to adjust a falling gumdrop on Yelena’s gingerbread house. 

“Does that sound good, baby?” 

“Huh?” Bucky snapped out of his trance and frowned slightly at the glint in your eyes. 

“Yelena’s never been on one of those carriage rides. Do you wanna go? Sam will be back soon.” 

Bucky didn’t want to go–he wanted you to send them away so he could finally get what he actually wanted. 

“Yeah, sure.” 

Bucky’s stomach twisted in desire when he saw the smirk on your face at his concession–you knew exactly what you were doing. 

She’s gonna fucking kill me.  

**

You and Bucky were settled in a horse-drawn carriage; Sam and Yelena were a few feet ahead. The carriage walls were high and long to shield you from the wind, and you had brought blankets along to keep warm. 

You knew Bucky was extremely on edge–his hands were balled into fists, and you weren't even touching him yet. You caressed his thigh under the blanket, and he turned to you with the most desperate look in his eyes. 

“Were you a good boy for me?” You asked in a sultry voice that made him whine. 

He nodded frantically. “Please.” 

“Please, what?” 

“Need you.” 

“I’m right here.” Your hand moved higher under the blanket and just sat there, burning a hole through his jeans. 

“Please,” he whined. “Need you to touch me—to make me come—please.” 

Your hand slid over his crotch, and you heard the sharp intake of air as he tried not to react. You moved your hand with more pressure but slower, and he groaned lowly. 

“Touch you like this, baby?” You asked sweetly. 

“Yes, but—" Bucky groaned louder as your hand sped up. “Can we—go—oh—go back home?” He rushed the last few words out before biting his lip to hold in his moan. 

“Thought you wanted me to make you come?” You undid his pants quickly and shoved your hand inside. 

“Oh god, not here.” Despite his protests, Bucky spread his legs further apart under the blanket. He dipped his head back, breathing hard, as you pushed him closer and closer to his orgasm. 

You sucked the sweet spot on his neck and moved your hand with the sole purpose of making him come. 

“Doll—please stop,” he huffed out, thrusting his hips gently into your hand. 

“Doesn’t seem like you want me to stop.” 

Bucky shuddered as your warm tongue trailed over his neck. The adrenaline pumping through his veins every time the carriage passed a group of people wasn’t helping his situation.

“I’m—I’m gonna come if you don’t stop, please!” 

“It’s okay, baby, just pretend you’re filling up my tight little cunt,” you whispered as you sucked his earlobe into your mouth. 

“Fuck! Fuck!” Bucky couldn’t stop picturing that. His brain was no longer working as his hips chased the orgasm his body so desperately needed. 

You giggled and kissed his flushed neck as you pulled your hand away. Bucky looked at you like he was about to cry, his chest heaving rapidly. “Please,” he said brokenly. 

“Soon.” 

You called for the driver’s attention and asked him to take you back. Bucky breathed a sigh of relief when you exited the carriage and headed back home. 

“So, I got Sam and Yelena tickets to see the Rockettes tonight–” 

Your sentence was cut off as Bucky picked you up and threw you on his back as he ran through the park. He hailed the first taxi he saw, and you were home before Sam and Yelena even realized you had left. 

Bucky pushed you up against the door, already pulling your clothes off. 

“Bucky—slow down.” 

“No,” Bucky groaned. “I’m so fuckin’ hard—can’t wait anymore.” 

You pushed him away. “You said you were gonna be good for me.” 

Bucky followed you like a puppy to the bedroom and frowned when you picked up your shopping bags off the floor. “Doll, please, please, I’m dying over here.” 

You ignored him as you took items out of your bags, all clothes, and then one small black box. “Strip and lay on the bed.” 

Bucky quickly did what you said, looking at the sleek black item in your hand with curiosity. He laid against the headboard, his abs tight and his cock leaking precum all over his stomach.

“I got you something if you want to try it.” You knelt next to him on the bed. 

“What is it?” Bucky was already twitching with excitement as you poured lube over the toy. 

You pushed a button, and the toy vibrated in your hand—Bucky’s hips involuntarily flexed. 

“Think you can handle that?” You asked as you started prepping him with your fingers. 

“I—fuck—I don’t know.” Bucky screwed his eyes shut, wanting so badly to feel the toy inside him but so close to losing control just from your fingers. 

“Tell me if it’s too much; I just want you to feel good, kay?” 

Bucky nodded, watching you slowly slide the toy inside him. He groaned when it was fully settled, nuzzling right against his prostate. 

You got off the bed and dangled the remote in his face. “Touch yourself for me, baby. But no coming until I say.”  

You made him watch you try on all the clothes you had bought, keeping the vibration against his prostate low. His hand moved slowly over his cock until he couldn’t handle it anymore, begging you for release. But all you gave him was the mercy of turning the toy off until he could start again. 

He was trying so hard to be good, but as you got to the last bag, he was squirming and grinding into his hand. He could smell how wet you were—you were enjoying this maybe more than you should be. 

You came back out of the bathroom, and he whimpered as he thrust faster into his hand. A tiny red skirt with a white fur trim fluttered around your hips, only highlighting the little piece of lace between your legs. A big red bow covered your breasts. 

“What do you think?” You twirled for him before climbing onto the bed and sitting between his legs. 

“Please,” he muttered as his eyes admired every curve and line of your body.  

You leaned forward and moved his hands out of the way. “You’ve been so good, baby,” you whispered as you wrapped your delicate hand around his shaft. 

“I have—please, wanna come,” Bucky sighed as you turned the toy up and worked your hands over his cock. 

“I’m gonna let you come.” 

Bucky relaxed at the promise, letting you build him up.

“One more thing.” You left the bed and came back with a red silk ribbon. “Give me your hands.” 

Bucky didn’t hesitate; he held his hands out for you, and you quickly tied them together. 

“Is this okay?” You placed gentle kisses on each of his wrists. 

“I’m okay,” Bucky assured you. He’d never done anything like this, and part of him was surprised at how much it turned him on. 

“Does that feel good?” You asked as you stretched his arms above his head and attached his tied hands to the headboard. 

“Ye–yes,” Bucky stuttered. 

“What’s your color, baby?” You settled between his legs again. 

“Green, very green.” Bucky flexed his muscles, testing the restraints. 

You took a moment to admire him, his muscles taut and glistening as he tried to regulate his breathing. Of course, he could easily get out of your restraints, but that just made it so much hotter—he was allowing you to do this to him—trusted you enough to allow it, to want it.

“So sexy, Buck. I’ve been so wet for you all day.” You leaned forward and gently sucked the tip of his dick, your tongue kitten licking him. 

Bucky couldn’t speak; only desperate moans would come out of his mouth. 

You kept your mouth on his tip only as your hand worked the rest of his shaft. You could feel him swell in your hand and knew he was getting close. You slid your mouth down a little further and moaned at the broken whine that left his mouth. 

“I’m gonna come—don’t stop.” Bucky managed to get out between moans as the plates in his vibranium arm whirred with the effort to keep his hands where they were.

You pulled your mouth off and slowed down your hand. “You wanna come in my mouth or my pussy?” 

Bucky groaned and threw his head back. “I—I don’t know, please!” 

You turned off the toy and pulled a condom out of the bedside table drawer, slowly rolling it onto his red cock. 

“Yes, yes, yes, please,” Bucky panted as you straddled him and teased the tip of his dick at your dripping entrance. 

You slowly sank down on him, letting yourself feel every inch of him. “So big, Bucky. You feel so good,” you moaned. 

His fingernails dug harshly into his palm. He was about to come, and he needed it more than he needed air. 

“Gonna come, oh fuck, oh fuck,” he sighed as he bottomed out in you. “So fucking tight. Move doll,” he groaned.  

Ignoring his begging, you leaned forward, keeping him stuffed inside you, and kissed him. You traced his bow-shaped lips with the tip of your tongue, making him groan when you bit his plush bottom lip. How was it possible for someone to have such a pretty mouth? 

“You been thinking about filling me up all day?” 

Bucky nodded. “Please, please! I—oh fuck I’m right there, doll, please.” His eyes were screwed shut in frustration. He wanted to scream—he was finally buried in your warm, velvety walls; his balls were heavy and tight in anticipation of the orgasm that was seconds away—and you wouldn’t fucking move. 

“So hot when you beg—beg a little more, baby, and I’ll let you fill my teasing little pussy with all that hot cum.” You reached back and gently squeezed his balls to punctuate your sentence. 

Bucky shouted nonsense as he squirmed underneath you. 

“Use your words, Buck.” You drug your fingernails down his chest, just hard enough to leave light red marks. 

“Please! I’ll do whatever you want—need you so bad—been going fucking crazy since this morning.” Bucky groaned when you still didn’t move. “Please, I’ve been so good—I wanted to come so bad when you were gone.” 

“Did you touch yourself?” You picked up the remote and teased your finger over the button, smirking when Bucky’s cock twitched inside of you. 

“Yes,” Bucky sighed, his arm whirring again as he fought the urge to break free and take what he needed from you. “I—I—fuck, let me come!” Bucky’s dominant side started to seep through as he practically growled the words out. 

Unamused with his outburst, you leaned back, resting your hands on his trembling thighs. The position put you even more on display for him. His eyes raked down your body, starting with the displeased frown on your face, pausing briefly on your chest, wrapped up like a gift from God, down your stomach, over your soft hips—he squeezed his eyes shut when he caught sight of the space where you were joined together, afraid the view alone would send him over the edge. 

“Open your eyes,” you snapped, just barely rolling your hips. “Look at how perfectly you fit inside me.”

“I can’t,” Bucky groaned when you moved your hips again. “I’m gonna come,” he whispered with a slight tremble. 

“No, you’re not. Only good boys get to come.” 

Bucky’s eyes flew open; he was about to argue but swallowed it. You wanted his submission. And fuck, he would give you whatever you wanted. 

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, please.” 

“Do what I told you.” 

Bucky reluctantly dragged his eyes down to the lacy thong shoved to the side, making room for his thick cock to stretch you out. you lifted your hips just enough for him to see the base of his cock, drenched in your juices.

Bucky couldn’t help it; he closed his eyes again, straining against his restraints. “I’m sorry, it’s too much! I can’t fucking think about anything but pounding into your pussy until my cum is dripping down your thighs.” 

“Fuck, Bucky,” you moaned, your body clenching on reflex. “Gonna make my good boy come, kay?” You started bouncing yourself on him hard and fast. 

Bucky grunted as he lifted his hips, meeting you with every thrust. “Thank you, oh please,” Bucky’s face screwed up in pleasure as he thrust up into you. “Oh please, don’t stop. Please, please, gonna come.” Bucky didn’t realize he was shouting as he begged you for his release. 

You were nearly as wound up as he was, and looking down at him—every muscle in his colossal body flexing—begging you for his release was too much for you to take. 

You moaned his name as you reached your peak. “Come, baby, fill me up.” 

The combination of you turning the vibration on the highest setting and your walls fluttering around him was it for Bucky. He broke the tie around his wrists and dug his fingers into your hips hard as his cock twitched wildly inside you. No sound came out of his mouth as he came. The pleasure was too much; all he could do was hold your hips flush against his as he let rope after rope of cum fill the condom. 

As he came down, he groaned, “god damn, I can’t feel my legs. That was so—so,” Bucky lost his train of thought; his eyes were slightly unfocused as he stared up at you.  

you giggled and kissed his lips. “Glad you liked it—it was hot as hell.” 

Bucky’s chest was still heaving; he couldn't form more words. His hands roamed over your body. Once he caught his breath, he sat up to kiss you properly. 

“You definitely owe me more than one orgasm after that.” Bucky grabbed the end of the bow around your chest with his teeth and pulled it off.

“We’ve got two hours,” you sighed, pushing Bucky’s head closer as his teeth grazed over your nipple. “Maybe if you’re good, I’ll let you come again.”

Bucky groaned and laid back on the bed, ready to submit to you as many times as you asked.

Don't forget to reblog! 😉

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[yanderemommabean]

I will go absolutely rabid if you do fanfic for Josiah -gumdrop bean

“Hey…Gary giving you trouble?” 

You turn to look up over your cubicle, a bit off put by how Josiah suddenly appeared. He’s always so quiet for a man who drinks energy drinks like it’s water. “Hmm? I mean, not really. I think the joke I pulled yesterday might’ve gotten me in trouble though. Told me to head to HR as soon as possible”. 

The tired, baggy eyes of your coworker somehow turned even darker. He walked around to enter your cubicle, pressing a little too close for comfort. “...Well, hopefully it goes well. Wanna slide over for me real quick? I got that USB you didn’t take earlier…” 

You feel your hair stand on end, and while you took a minute to answer, you could’ve sworn he sniffed you. “Uh, isn’t that what broke-” 

“Nah nah. Just let me slide it in, show you what's actually on it” he interrupts, placing the device into your computer without waiting for your protest. The screen flickers the horrible shade of blue, the white text appears, and your gut sinks seeing everything you had just worked on being destroyed. 

“WHAT THE HELL?! I wasn’t even finished with the spreadsheet and presentation!” You hissed, pushing your chair back and slamming it into him as you frantically tried to pull the USB out of its port. 

“Exactly. Why would a hard worker like you ever want that to be ruined?” Josiah says calmly, watching with a small smile as you try to click on the screen and undo whatever your so-called work friend had done. 

“What are you on about? I can’t believe you did this!” 

Josiah waits a few seconds. He slides beside you again as he takes your hand away from the mouse, slowly letting it go as you turn to face him with confusion and anger still clear on your expression. 

“Think about it. Why would someone who works so hard do this to their own computer or another coworkers? You’re simply just a victim being blamed…Right?”. 

You yank your hand away as you soak in what he was telling you. Was he taking the blame? The man who would make you watch as he swapped people's food with pet food or would trick Jackson with virtual scams, is suddenly being honorable and trying to save your ass? 

“...You look a little lost. Need me to spell it out?” he quips, not moving back but not stepping forward. 

“Why?” is all you manage to say, feeling tension rise as Josiah suddenly sat you back down, pressing his face close to whisper in your ear. 

“I like you. You and I get along…People are always harping on you when you don’t deserve it, and these assholes can’t ever handle a joke. I’ll go see Gary myself, tell him it was all me, and you won’t have to worry your pretty little head about anything”. 

You feel goosebumps rise across your body. Something was wrong, you feel it in your gut. This isn’t some fucked up joke, this situation has a whole new air to it. As if the playful nature soured and festered into something worse. Something dangerous. 

Something unholy. 

Your silence makes the man chuckle, and he gently pats your cheek. “I’ll be back, don’t worry. Me and Gary will have that meeting instead, and you can just…relax. Sit here or better yet! Sit at my desk and play a few games while I'm gone!” 

He pushes the desk chair out of your cubicle, walking behind you to tip you out of it and get you walking. Before you stand up completely, you feel a wave of fear wash over your entire being as lips press to the nape of your neck. 

“Atta Y/N. Don’t pay any mind to the others alright? They’re just gonna berate and yell at you. Wait for me at my desk and when I get back we can go back to the way things were. I even have a few more funny ideas in mind for Halloween day."

-Mommabean (Please tell me what you thought!)  

#josiah x reader #josiah overtime #mommabean #yandere scenarios #yandere imagines #gumdrop bean

[darksideofthemamon]

Read The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes over the holidays, and I need time to absorb the ending and maybe re-read several parts, but right now I wanna talk about my favorite recurring piece of writing, and that’s the flashbacks Snow gets whenever someone he knows dies

(Full spoilers, beware!)

One big difference I saw from the start of the book is that unlike in the original trilogy where Katniss didn't have a long history with the people in the Hunger Games, 2/3 of the prequel book has Snow in the Capitol, surrounded by his classmates who he’s known since childhood. 

And I really liked it when there was this flashback thing whenever one of them died, it really hammered it in that the mentors were all childhood friends, and basically school kids. I also just have a thing for recurring themes and echoed lines in writing X’)

1) Arachne Crane

“Arachne hadn’t been his favorite person, but she’d always been in his life. They’d played as babies, been at birthday parties, stood on ration lines, attended classes together. She’d been dressed head to toe in black lace at his mother’s funeral, and he’d cheered her brother’s graduation only last year. As part of the wealthy old guard of the Capitol, she was family. And you didn’t have to like your family. The bond was a given.”

This was the first to happen in the book, and possibly my favorite. My favorite because, Arachne wasn’t a good person. She was arrogant and snobby, and she died taunting a starving Tribute with food (a cruel and also foolish move).

And Snow didn’t like her. Yet when she died, he still grieved, and I find that reaction so real, of grieving a person who’s been a constant presence in your life even though they weren’t pleasant, and just the shock that suddenly comes with losing them. That last line especially about the bond being a given and how you didn’t have to like your family to grieve them. It’s just really good writing. 

2) Apollo Ring & Diana Ring

“As the twins’ matching silver coffins came into focus, all he could think of was this silly game they’d made up on the playground during the war called Ring-around-the-Rings. The rest of the kids would chase down Didi and Pollo and then grab hands, forming a circle around them and trapping them. It always ended with the whole lot of them, Rings included, laughing their heads off in a heap on the ground. Oh, to be seven again, in a happy pile with his friends, with nutritional crackers waiting at his desk.”

This is the second and third classmate death that happens in the book. We didn’t see much of the twins, but Snow still had a fond childhood memory of all of them innocently playing. 

3) Gaius Breen

“Coriolanus couldn’t process it. Gaius, dead? Gaius Breen? He remembered a joke Gaius had recently told him about how many rebels it took to tie a shoe.”

Terribly elitist, but the sentiment is there. A longtime friend and classmate died and he’s shocked. 

And last but definitely not least, 

4) Sejanus Plinth

“As they passed him, Coriolanus locked eyes with Sejanus, and all he could see was the eight-year-old boy on the playground, the bag of gumdrops clenched in his fist.” 

I feel all the previous flashbacks built up to this final and most heartbreaking one. I teared up at this scene. When Snow looks at the guy he betrayed and who he always felt resentment and annoyance towards, and sees the 8 year old boy from the playground, it just kinda crashes down. It’s such a “what have you done?” moment.

In general, I just really like that kind of writing style, when things get repeated throughout the story. 

#the ballad of songbirds and snakes #spoilers #hunger games #just my thoughts

[jellojelli]

Names I think Genshin boys would call you

Venti🎐

Honey, sweetpea, windblume

All very cliche, but Venti likes to call you the names of flowers and mixes it up sometimes by adding ‘my’

Muse is also a big one and even more of a cliche haha

Diluc 🦅

Love, dear

Diluc is a classic and honestly kind of awkward man and if he’s not just calling you by your name than it’s something tame like love or dear

Kaeya 🥃

Love, honey, dear

Kaeya is also kind of classic with his nicknames but he also uses those most to fluster you

Also he will make a nickname for you that he uses to tease you when you do something embarrassing in front him

Albedo 🌸

Honey or love

Albedo is still getting used to the whole terms of endearment thing so he uses what he hears most couples use in town or just your name

Bennett 🗺️

Cutie, sweetpea

Poor, sweet Bennett is very awkward so he sticks to these because they’re easier to get out and he doesn’t want to embarrass you with anything cringy

Razor 🐺

Razor is not one to use nicknames let’s be honest

The only thing you might get is him saying you’re his or his special lupucial

Zhongli 🍷

Love, dear, (his little) gemstone

Very classic with nicknames but only because he doesn’t want to embarrass you, I think he honestly has no issues calling you the most ridiculous of nicknames with a straight face lmao

Zhongli did think calling you his little gemstone was really cute though even if it’s a bit out of his norm and made him blush haha

Xiao⛓️

Good luck getting him to call you anything other than your name

Unless you count him calling you an idiot or stupid affectionately

Maybe if he’s being extra docile he’ll call you his love

Childe ⚔️

Honestly Childe will call you every term under the sun

He’s embarrassing with it too

like he will call you something like pookie in public in front of some poor sales person with zero shame

Chongyun 🧊

Chongyun is another where nicknames are hard to come by

But he’ll eventually get comfortable with calling you something simple like baby or honey

Xingqiu 📚

Xingqiu is such a tease and will 100% call you every nickname he’s read in his romance novels

Honey, sweetie, cutie, my love, dear, dearest, etc

He will say them no shame in front of everyone and yes he will be dramatic about it if he knows it flusters you

Baizhu🐍

Dearest or my beloved

These are the only endearments I can see Baizhu giving you

Chengsheng made fun of him the first time he called you it too lmao

Heizou🔎

Baby and babe

Those are usually Heizou’s go to’s but I can also see him using (my) love here and there

Probably when he’s trying to get on your good side lmao

Arataki Itto 👹

His lil oni kabuto

Or his one and oni

Itto is a pun-y loser and I love him

He’s also big on calling you babe/baby and maybe slip in a wifey/hubby here and there

Kazhua 🍁

Kazhua sticks to the classics like dear, (my) dearest, and love

However, he might start to copy any nickname you give him or make a complimenting one for you

So be careful if you wanna call him something weird especially if it’s in public because he will not hold back💀

Ayato 🧋

Ayato probably won’t be calling you anything crazy

Just dear and love

He would maybe in private call you those funny and sickeningly sweet ones but he won’t say it in public

Thoma 🧹

Thoma is sickeningly sweet

Calls you gumdrop or honey pie and he’s not even trying to fluster you at all

He just really thinks those are so cute

Gorou 🦋

Honestly Gorou would stick to honey

If he wants to fluster you tho might call you his wife/husband or his beloved

Scaramouche💫

In public? Scara is not calling you anything other than your name

In private or if someone is coming on to you he’ll say you’re his

An maybe when you’re asleep he’ll call his most beloved but he will never tell you that

Tighnari🌼

His flower, sweet pea, really any plant based nickname

Tighnari isn’t very showy and his names aren’t going to be anything embarrassing or something he won’t call you in front of others

Unless maybe you call him something dumb in public, in that case be prepared because he will take revenge

Alhaitham🎧

Alhaitham is a tough one, but he probably won’t be calling you anything other than your name in front of others

Unless you complain about it then he might be petty and call you something downright horrendous in front of everyone

Might be sweet when it’s just you two and call you love or honey

Cyno⚡️

Cyno is a man of few words and to be honest he won’t want to draw attention to you both by calling you something cute in public for everyone to hear

Maybe in private you can hear him call you his love tho

He will try to make a pun-y nickname for you, it is up to you to encourage or shoot that down it will not stop him either way

Kaveh🏛️

Honestly Kaveh is fine calling you any nickname and often mixes it up everyday

Unlike others though he doesn’t want to embarrass you so his more crazy ones stay between you and him when you’re being playful

He will slip up one day and call you his wife/husband and he will be SO embarrassed

#genshin impact #genshin headcanons #genshin venti #genshin kaeya #genshin diluc #genshin bennett #Genshin razor #genshin albedo #genshin zhongli #genshin xiao #genshin baizhu #genshin xingqiu #genshin chongyun #genshin childe #genshin heizou #genshin arataki #genshin itto #genshin kazuha #genshin ayato #genshin thoma #genshin gorou #genshin scaramouche #genshin tighnari #genshin alhaitham #genshin cyno #genshin kaveh

[salfisherslvr]

sally face has a choke hold on me again so here are my sf relationship head cannons

sal

he LOVES reading to you at night (vise versa) especially when he has a nightmare.

when he sleep he holds you hella tight, because he doesn’t wanna lose you ): frowny faceee

hes not too big of a fan of PDA but he’ll hold your hand and let you kiss his cheek

he LOVES cooking for you (even though he’s shit, he’s trying okay?) he tried making pancakes once.. the fire department was called.

although he doesn’t like tea he LOVES kool aid, an absolute sucker for it, especially grape.

when he plays the guitar he likes to make little songs for you, he’s a great singer.

when he shows you his face he likes it when you run your fingers over his scars and kiss them, but he has v gentle skin in some spots so be carefull

he likes letting you run your fingers through his hair because it helps him sleep and makes him feel safe.

Larry

he is constantly painting you, whenever he gets the chance he paints pictures of you and him together on future dates he sees you go on

he loves putting you on his shoulders (idc if you’re taller than him he still does it. deal with it.)

he WILL tie your shoes for you.

if he lived in current times he would send you those tiktoks like “goddamn you’re fine” or “L + *your initial*”

he believes in zodiacs hella strongly, so if your signs aren’t compatible he cries.

he also believes in those 10 yro’s tiktoks like “if you’re seeing this, than *your initial* is going to ask you out in 24 hrs!!”

will ALWAYS have an arm over your shoulder infront of other guys (oh yeah def the jealous type

ash

she loves you. so much. and tells you. every. day.

she WILL smack your ass, its her form of love.

she’s always calling you stupid pet names like “little gumdrop” as a joke

ALWAYS trying on your clothes no matter what.

she’s kinda miserable with words so she uses hand motions

she’s constantly passing notes to you in class and always getting in trouble (i love her sm)

SHES SOO INTO THE CHEESY THINGS; making out under the bleachers, taking polaroids and drawing a heart around your face.

her fav color is purple so she’s always trying to do your makeup in purple

Travis

he takes a while to open up to you but once he does BOY- always hugging you, kisses 24/7 365, holding your hand everything!!!!

its okay if he’s the big spoon but he adores being the little spoon

he flinches a lot because of his dad so you have to be v careful with him ):

he will never willingly watch a scary movies, on the off chance he does, he’s fucking terrified.

that or he’s making horrible commentary

“noo why would you pick up the phone?!”

“play a game- hell naw!”

it annoys the people in the movie theatre, but it’s fun to watch movies like that with him, nonetheless

#sally face #sal fisher #larry johnson #travis phelps #ashley campbell #sally face headcanons #headcanon

[dearest-painter]

The tale of Y/N Jamie (PT.1)

TW/CW:Yandere behavior, unhealthy behavior, unhealthy relationship,abusive behavior,abusive relationship,Y/N is mute and uses notes and sign language,that’s her outfit in the middle,death threats,yelling,Hints of Wilford and Y/N dating but not really said if it’s official or not or true,crossdressing,Anti being rude to everyone especially JJ/Y/N because they are mute and aren’t as easy to manipulate,being hurt or injured,Y/N being old timey and very very sweet basically a sweetheart who’s cartoonish! ,flirting from Actor and Wilford very much Actor (this is an actor hate page/J),Y/N using Sonny or old timey words and listening to old time songs,instead of being,Y/N being called Y/N Jamie or JJ still,Mac is here and Y/N’s best friend surprisingly.

Part 2

As she finally put her heels in her bag Y/N silently went through the mansion to the front door,soon she saw the dogs so she knew what she had to do. Bringing out the steaks that she got for this special accession she threw them and they all chased after them while she ran to the car in front of the mansion not realizing that people saw her run while not being Jameson Jackson.

“WHO the FWAK is she!?” Anti slammed his hand on the table while glitching out bad as he does when he is pissed the fuck off badly,Wilford sighed knowing he’ll have to out his gumdrop. “Jameson Jackson is Y/N Jamie…” everyone looked at him confused. “How?” “When they appeared it was during a random time they said they were in public so they were a guy. They kept the name Jameson Jackson not minding it but mostly liking JJ. She told me when she was comfortable with me” Wilford felt guilty he just announced his sweethearts secret but…who was in the car? “So basically Y/N lied to us?” “Not lied just went with the flow” “oh that fucking BITCH!” Wilford gritted his teeth when Anti said that but Dark spoke up. “Who was the person in the car? We need to find that out” soon Engineer Mark spoke up. “It’s Mac,me and Mac are her best friends. I’m meeting up with them so hope that helps” Soon he left to go see his alternative version of him and Y/N. This made jealously raise but no one other then Wilford knew why they felt jealous but in reality they’ll know soon enough.

With Y/N,Engineer Mark,and Mac.

Mac and Mark were having a full on debate on which ice cream flavor is better while Y/N was recoding it and made a silent chuckle since they were mute but they could make mimic version. “YOU PLAIN BASTARD! HOW IS VANILLA YOUR FAVORITE FLAVOR!? STRAWBERRY FRITY PEBBLES IS THE BEST FLAVOR!” “BULLSHIT! VANILLA IS BETTER BECAUSE YOU CAN ADD ANYTHING AND IT WONT FUCK UP THE WHOLE ENTIRE SHIT!” “LETS ASK Y/N! Y/N WHAT FLAVOR IS BETTER!?” Y/N wrote down on the note ‘F/F(favorite flavor) is better to be honest’ “Really?” “Why?” Y/N wrote again ‘serotonin :)’ Mark nodded his head. “Understandable argument” Mac just made a ‘tch’ sound “I don’t see why but understandable” Y/N smiled but soon got a text from Chase ‘They know,they know your a girl. Be ready when you come back home’ Y/N texted back. ‘Thanks chase for the heads up. Wanna hang out next week?’ ‘Sure,it’ll make me have stuff on my calendar’ Y/N smiled as she had make a friend happy. What she didn’t know was that an obsession has started around her and that anyone will do anything for her just to have her all to themselves:

#yandere #please don’t do this #obession #unhealthy #platonic yandere #yandere platonic #romantic yandere #yandere markiplier egos #yandere markiplier ego #yandere jacksepticeye egos #yandere jacksepticeye ego #female reader #yandere x female reader #x female reader #reader is afab #reader is female

[shemarmooresfedora]

As It Was

Summary: Spencer is struggling to return back to as it was before prison.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Content/Warnings: angst with happy ending, past drug addiction, swearing, depression

Word Count: 2.4k

Masterlist

Ever since Everly and Oliver had been born, whenever Spencer was away on a case, he would always call before their bedtime.

Even when they both were just babies, you would put the phone on speaker and put it in their crib just so they could hear his voice.

Now, they were five and slowly starting to drift off, awaiting the call from their beloved dad.

“I’ll call and see if I can even get through,” you whispered.

The phone immediately went to voicemail, “This is Dr. Spencer Reid of the BAU. Please leave a message after the beep.”

“Come on, Daddy,” Everly spoke into the phone, “We wanna say good night to you!”

“He must be really busy then,” you tucked them both to their beds and gave them both kisses on the forehead, “But he loves you very much and so do I.”

“I love you too, Mommy,” Oliver replied.

“Me three!” Everly held up three fingers.

“Me four!” Oliver countered with the corresponding number of fingers.

They both broke out into a fit of giggles.

You smiled, flicking off the light, “Good night, my loves.”

You headed down to the kitchen to make yourself a cup of tea. You set the kettle on the stove and then began your nightly process of cleaning up the daily mess the twins had made, only to have the cleanliness ruined again first thing in the morning.

You picked up crayons, stuffed toys back into bins, and scrubbed down the dinner dishes, leaving a plate out for Spencer in case he was coming home tonight.

After there was nothing left in the house to clean to distract you from worrying, you called Penelope.

“Hello, my little gumdrop!” Penelope answered.

“Hi, Penelope. I was wondering if you knew where the team was?”

“The team landed back at the BAU hours ago. Spencer should have been home by now,” she informed you, “Do you want me to check his location?”

“No, he’s probably just still at the office, finishing up paperwork. I’m sure he’ll be home soon but I’ll let you know. Thanks, Pen,” you replied.

“Anytime, have a good night!”

“Same to you,” you hung up the phone and plopped on the couch with a sigh.

You texted him again, “Where are you?”

-

Spencer entered the basement of the church, practically dead on his feet. But, this was the better alternative.

“Welcome to Narcotics Anonymous, everyone. I’m happy to see some familiar faces and some new ones joining us tonight,” Craig, the pastor, spoke, “Does anyone want to start us off tonight?”

Spencer found himself raising his hand, desperate to tell his story to people who understand. Not the team. Not his mother. Not his wife. And most certainly, not his kids.

Spencer stepped up on the small stage and centered himself behind the podium, clearing his throat.

“Hi, I’m Spencer,” he started off, “And I am an addict.”

“Hi, Spencer,” the crowd returned.

“The first time I’d ever used drugs was about 10 years ago. I was held hostage and given them by force. I overdosed and almost died,” Spencer cleared his throat again, “Despite that, I continued to use them voluntarily for the next few months until I got clean. Recently, I was given drugs again against my will and I ended up going to prison for a few months. Since I’ve gotten out, it’s taking everything in me not to return to old habits. Part of me is saying ‘you’ve got a family now, you can’t be doing this type of shit’ and part of me is saying ‘just numb everything and make it all go away’.”

Spencer looked up at the crowd who was just staring at him and listening. At least, it felt a little better.

“Um, that’s it. Thank you,” he stepped down from the stage as people softly clapped.

He fixed himself a shitty coffee from the refreshments table and retook his seat as others were sharing their stories. He took a quick glance at his phone.

Y/N: One voicemail

Penelope: Why are you not home with your family?

Y/N: Where are you?

Y/N: Please just tell me you’re alive.

Spencer responded, “Alive. Be home in 15.”

Y/N knows him too well to ask if he’s okay. Unfortunately, she already knows the answer to that.

-

As soon as you heard his car pull in, you headed to put Spencer’s plate in the microwave.

You heard him drop his bag by the front door and kick off his converse.

“Hey,” you greeted, “Where were you?”

“Please don’t start, Y/N,” Spencer sighed.

“I can’t ask where you were?”

“You don’t trust me,” he stated.

“Of course, I trust you, Spence. I’m just very concerned,” you replied.

“I don’t understand why you are making this such a big deal,” he exclaimed.

“You are making it a big deal by not answering,” you countered.

“Fine, I was at NA. There, happy now?”

“I don’t understand why you felt like you had to hide that from me. It’s great that you went there,” you spoke softly, “Spence, you’ve always been open with me about this in the past. What’s changed?”

“It’s not the same as it was,” Spencer seethed.

You took a step back.

“I feel like I’m running in a fucking circle and never getting anywhere. Go on a case, come back, eat lukewarm leftovers while the kids are already in bed and you try to get me to talk, leave again. Nothing ever fucking provides me joy any more. I can’t believe I was so blissfully happy living this stupid routine before,” Spencer expressed

“I’m sorry you feel that way,” you set his plate down in front of him, “Maybe you ask Emily for a longer sabbatical.”

“I don’t want that,” Spencer rubbed his fingers against his temple in frustration.

Now, you were getting mad, “Then what do you want, Spencer? You don’t want to stay but you don’t want to go? You want to talk to me but then you scream at me for not understanding? You’re impossible!”

“Then, LEAVE!” Spencer yelled back.

“You’re going to wake the kids,” you returned at a much quieter volume than his.

“Well, good. They can see their dad for the first time this week,” he began cutting his food with his knife.

“If you took a longer sabbatical, you could spend more quality time with them,” you brought the suggestion up again.

“Absolutely not. This is what I do. It’s what I’m good at.”

“That’s a bullshit excuse and you know it. You’re a genius for Christ’s sake, you could be good at anything.”

“But this is my life, Y/N.”

“No, Spencer. That is your job. The same job that got you addicted to drugs, shot in the leg, and put in prison. Your family is supposed to be your life.”

With that, you left the room, opting to sleep in the guest room for the night.

-

Spencer woke up the following morning, with less guilt in the pit of his stomach than there should have been.

The first thing he saw as he descended the stairs was one large suitcases packed with the twins’ backpacks leaning against it.

“Go get your shoes and coats so Mommy can put them on you, please,” he heard you announce from the kitchen.

He heard the pitter patter of Everly and Oliver running towards the entryway.

“Daddy!” they both gasped and ran over to hug each of his legs.

“Hi, my loves,” Spencer bent down to see them face to face, “Where are you headed?”

“To Grammy and Grampy’s!” Everly bounced up and down.

“Today?” he asked, confused.

“Yeah, I booked the flights to London last night after you went to bed,” you were leant up against the door frame, “Loves, go brush your teeth please.”

The kids raced each other up the stairs, giggling as you both watched them.

“So you’re all just leaving me?” Spencer asked in disbelief.

“Just for a week, Spence. I figured you need some space before you start lashing out at the kids too,” you spoke softly.

“I’m not lashing out,” Spencer stated in an icy cold tone that did nothing but counteract his point.

“Spence, you need to go see a therapist you actually can talk to because you don't seem to want to open up to the FBI-mandated one and every time I try to get you to talk to me, you shut down even more,” you told him.

“Do not,” Spencer crossed his arms.

“I’m not arguing with you about this. You know I’m right,” you spoke as the kids came racing back down the stairs.

“Say ‘bye bye’ to Daddy,” you instructed the kids as you zipped up their raincoats.

Spencer knelt to hug Everly and Oliver who said their farewells.

-

There was a knock on the door but Spencer just ignored it.

A second knock, a minute later, followed but was still left unanswered.

He heard keys jangling and the door open.

“It’s just me, Penelope. Don’t shoot me or anything.”

Spencer still continued to sit in silence, his knees pressed to his chest on the kitchen floor.

“Oh, boy wonder,” Penelope looked down upon him with sympathy, “Is this what you have been doing for the past four days?”

“What are you doing here?” he asked, his head still in between his legs.

“Y/N called me. You haven’t answered any of her calls since she left and she was concerned about you being alone.”

“Believe it or not, I am a fully grown adult. I can handle being alone for a week,” he quipped.

Penelope sat down on the floor next to him, “Spencer, as much as you try to push everyone away, we won’t stop caring about you.”

“Seemed to work pretty well with Y/N. She left with the kids,” Spencer chuckled sardonically.

“Spencer Reid, she left for a week and you’re acting like she left you for good. But if all you do is mope around, ignore her calls, and not focus on bettering yourself, then maybe she will and I wouldn’t even blame her. Now, tell me, do you want to stay here alone on the floor forever?” she asked.

“No, I want my family,” Spencer allowed himself to break, tears following freely from his eyes.

“They’ll be back in 3 days, Spence. Plenty of time to make some improvements,” she hugged him tightly.

“Where do we start?” he sniffled.

“Facetime your wife and kids who have been trying to contact you for four days,” she handed him his phone with your contact already open.

“I can do that,” he nodded, smiling slightly as he wiped his eyes with the sleeve of his sweater.

-

“We’re back,” you called out as you opened the front door.

The kids dropped their bags and ran to the kitchen, hungry after the long flight. You’d have to make something quick for dinner.

You turned the corner to the kitchen to see a fully set table and steaming food already ready.

“What’s this?” you asked.

“Well, when you texted me you were headed back from the airport, I figured you would be hungry,” Spencer scooped out pasta onto the twins’ plates.

“Thank you, Daddy,” they beamed.

“I’m so excited to hear all about the trip to London,” he gave them both kisses on the head before approaching you.

“Hi,” he smiled softly, pulling out the chair across from him for you to sit down in.

“Thank you,” you blushed at the sudden return of the man who you had missed so dearly, “You made all this, Spence?”

“Tried my best.”

“That’s all I can ask for,” you smiled at him as he took his seat, “It looks lovely. It’s great to be home, right?”

Everly and Oliver both gave thumbs up as their mouths were full with pasta.

You and Spencer laughed with each other. You couldn’t stop staring at him, shocked at the unbelievable progress he had made.

“We missed you,” you spoke, meaning much more than over the past week.

Spencer nodded in acknowledgment, returning his eyes to Everly who was telling him all about the London Eye ferris wheel.

After the kids had finished their pasta, they were fighting to keep their eyes open so you and Spencer picked them up and brought them to their room.

“Good night, my loves,” you kissed them both on the head.

“Daddy, can you read us a story?” Oliver asked.

“Of course,” Spencer plucked a picture book from the shelf and sat down at the edge of Oliver’s bed.

You smiled, heading downstairs to clean up the kitchen.

You put away the leftovers, not having to leave out a plate for Spencer, and started scrubbing the dishes.

“I could have done that,” Spencer offered as he entered the kitchen.

You turned around, wiping your hands on the dish towel, “I don’t mind. It’s the least I can do since you made dinner.”

“You’ve been doing way too much by yourself for far too long and I apologize for that,” Spencer replied.

“It’s okay, you’re busy, I get it. I just wish that sometimes you would try to make time for the kids.”

“I intend to,” he answered, “and time for you too. I called Emily today and asked for 6 months off. I just have a month left of my class’s semester and then I’ll be free all summer.”

“You didn’t have to do that, Spence. I know the BAU makes you happy.”

“It does but it will always be there if I decide to go back after. My new therapist made me realize that my family actually makes me a lot happier than my work, I’m just not around enough to realize that,” Spencer explained.

“You make us happy too,” you smiled, “We’d love to have you around as much as we can get you.”

Spencer pulled you in for a hug, “I can’t promise to be the same as I was but I’ll try.”

“Spence, we are constantly changing as people. I’m not asking you to pretend to be someone you’re not. I’m just asking that you’re always open and honest with me because I knew the man I loved was still in there, he was just hidden in the darkness.”

“I love you,” he kissed you, “it’s just us forever.”

“Forever,” you promised.

A/N: i probably streamed ‘As It Was’ like 300 times while writing this

taglist (ask to be added/removed): @samuel-de-champagne-problems @spencerreid9 @averyhotchner @coldlilheart @k-k0129 @ickleronniekinsemotionalrange @harrystylesandthegoobs @cmily @jswessie187 @hoodpankow @mochionly @spencerreid-187 @babymetaldoll @fics4arainyday @ssavanessa22 @all-tings-diego @beepbooptoop @tvandfanfic @navs-bhat @spencerreidsmommy @this-is-doctor-and-its-calm @mggs-sidehoe @rexit-mo @hufflepuffhaze @thisismynerdyself @xoxospencerreid @reidsbookclub @draw-back-your-bow @muffin-cup @ssa-uglywhore27 @lil-stark @strawberryspence @fbivestreid @venomsvl

#spencer reid angst #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x fem!reader #spencer reid x y/n #spencer reid fluff #spencer reid one shot #spencer reid imagine #spencer reid fanfic #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid #spencer reid x you #cm fanfic

[angelbaby-fics]

reader being in little space and being so i love with her new toy but bucky just got a fresh hair cut and new Cologne new clothes new everything and reader is so stunned she slowly walks on to him grabs his face and says something like “so pretty dada” like a disney prince and just keep staring at him for the rest of the day/week 🥺💋 (love your work btw)

Like A Prince

Summary: Bucky gets a haircut and you can't stop staring

Word count: 850

Pairing: Daddy!Bucky x Little!Reader (fem language used)

A/N: I love this request so much! I've included some pictures under the cut of how I imagined his hair looking before and after while I was writing! I"m quite partial to his tfatws look 🥰 This takes place (as all my fics do) in a universe where littles are commonplace & accepted in society! Also, I’ve taken to nicknaming Bucky “buba” when in littlespace… kind of just a baby-fied way of saying his name... Bucky Barnes, get it?? Hopefully you guys like that haha 💕

You’d been kind of clingy lately, not that Bucky minded. The weather had been yucky the past few days, your feet were always cold and your nose always stuffed, and you clung to the warmth of your daddy as much as you could. So when the morning of his hair appointment arrived and the weather (as well as your clinginess) still hadn’t let up, he knew he’d have to take you with him. You usually stayed with Steve or Uncle Thor any time your daddy went out, so you were excited to get to go someplace new. You only had one question when he told you.

“New stuffy?”

See, you’d sort of been conditioned; spoiled rotten by that softhearted daddy of yours. You didn't like the hair salon, and who could blame you? The blow dryer was too loud, the hair wash was too hot, and nobody wants a stranger coming at their head with scissors! So every time he took you to get a haircut, Bucky would buy you a new stuffie to hold in the chair and help keep you grounded. He tried to reason with you at least a little bit.

“Aw sweetie, don’t worry! You don’t need a new stuffy today, only daddy has to get a haircut!”

“But… I want one…” You looked up at him with your eyes wide and your lower lip puffed out, a face he could never say no to.

So now, bear in one hand and daddy’s in the other, you walked into the barber shop. “You wanna go play over there babydoll?” Bucky asked, pointing over to the waiting area. Big comfy chairs sat around tables with blocks and toys and books to read while you waited for him to get groomed. You held onto his fingers tighter.

“Don’t wanna leave you, buba.” You whispered, looking up at him.

“But baby, your new friend here has never seen toys like this before, don’t you wanna show him?” He asked, motioning to your bear.

You looked down at the teddy, it’s glassy eyes reflecting the lights of the hair salon almost like a wink, and you smiled.

“Yeah, ok!” You said cheerily, turning your teddy to face the toys as you walked towards them. Bucky watched you for a moment and smiled to himself before sitting down in the barber’s chair.

“Okay mister bear, this is how to make a princess castle out of blocks.” He could hear you chattering to the stuffy over the sound of the electric razor near his head.

You were deeply invested in reading your teddy a picture book that you didn’t even notice Bucky finishing up with his appointment and paying at the counter until he called out to you.

“Come on, gumdrop, let's go home! It's almost dinner time!”

You looked up at him and immediately dropped your bear. It wasn’t that much of a change, and you’d seen him get dressed up for date nights and special events, but something about him today…

His hair was shorter, cut closer to his head on the sides but still long enough on top to run your fingers through. His facial hair, which had been getting a bit unruly over the past few weeks, was now light stubble perfectly framing his face. He smelled like fruits and spices, his skin was visibly smooth and soft; even though he’d just been for a haircut and a simple facial, Bucky looked to you like he was glowing.

You stared at him with wide eyes as he bent to pick up your bear, then you, waving at the barber as he carried you out the door towards the car. You kept staring at him during the drive home, eyes fixated on the top of his head in the rearview mirror except for the moments when he looked up and caught you staring, causing you to quickly turn your gaze and blush. Bucky was relishing in this attention from you, intending to play it out a little longer and not call you out on your staring as long as he could until finally you entered your apartment together, your eyes still glued to him.

“Okay, sweets, you gotta blink sometime.” He chuckled, but you stayed staring. “Come on, babydoll, what's up?”

He bent down to match your gaze and you took this closeness as an opportunity to reach out and place a hand on either side of your daddy’s face. His stubble was slightly abrasive but the skin underneath was smooth as butter. His cheeks were so soft, almost as soft as his silky brown hair flowing perfectly from his head, a single strand hung down in front of his forehead. You leaned forward and planted a kiss on the tip of his nose, causing him to scrunch his face in a smile.

“SO pretty buba… so pretty.”

Bucky laughed.

“Oh yeah? You like the haircut, baby?”

“You look like a prince, daddy!” You cheered as he picked you up and spun you around.

“Well what a coincidence, doll, because you look like a princess.” Bucky said, returning the kiss.

Taglist: @stevebuckyplzfuckme @babybatdani @cherryynoir 

#bucky x little!reader #little!reader #daddy!bucky #daddy!bucky x reader #daddy!bucky x little!reader #bucky barnes x little!reader #agere fic #chloe's fic

[onsunnyside]

YOU KNOW IT💅 I get “positive reinforcement” vibes from him too

SHUT UP OMG BECAUSE I WAS JUST THINKING ABOUT  THE WHOLE STEVE SHARING BAMBI TO BUCKY LIKE THE SUPERIOR ASS BESTIE HE IS AND I JUST KNOW THAT BUCKY WILL EXUDE FULL BLAST YANDERE VIBES HE'D BE KINDA MANIPULATIVE BUT LIKE V GENTLE AND REASSURING AND WOULD GIVE BAMBI SO MANY DAMN PRAISES

he would look like he feels betrayed and hurt when bambi gets all shy and nervous "don't you trust me bambi? ☹" "don't you wanna be my good girl huh? dont you wanna show me how much of a good girl you are like what stevie here tells me? 🥺🥺" while tucking strands of her hair behind her ears as he kneels in front of her (ready to dive in 😌) as his other hand softly™ strokes her thigh while giving her his stupid puppy dog eyes 🙄😤

man would fucking SHOWER bambi with praises and would be gentle like "wow thats a cute little button you have there bambi hmm" as he boops her damn clit like a damn nose 😭😭 would prolly leave a little kiss on it as if its a nose again once she comes "hmmm good girl, bambi, such a good girl you are, what a good girl you have stevie" (i obvs have a 'my-craving-to-be-called-a-good-girl-is-worse-than-my-period-cravings' problem' 🤷‍♀️) "i feel like you deserve a reward for that, gumdrop..watcha think, stevie?" and she lights up at the word "reward" and ofc bucky not missing this he would def tease her "well, well wont you love that huh sugar?" poking the tip of her nose like "you in the mood for your special cream, honeybee?" tickling her sides lightly and bambi is just like 🥰🥰🥰drown me in your cum hehe🥰🥰🥰

I— THIS SCREAMS DARK!STUCKY X FERAL!READER (bc Bucky and Bambi are platonic in third eye) BUT OH GOODNESS😫😫 THIS IS EXACTLY WHAT I WANT FOR THE NEW AU !!!!! ETHANNNN !!!!

#ethan<3 #dark!stucky x feral!reader

[ry0chann]

Hiya again! This one isn't really a request but I was wondering what kinks you think Kunikida, Ranpo, Atsushi, and Oda have? Like are there any kinks that you are just absolutely positive that they have? - 🍯

these are just my personal hcs, but i do tend to incorporate some of them in my writing sometimes, so ig i’m pretty confident in a few

Kunikida / Ranpo / Atsushi / Oda's kinks

warnings // ⚠️ nsfw!!

notes // atsushi's and oda's are short in comparison to the the others bc i'm not too sure about them tbh

Doppo Kunikida

Kida has a lot and you can’t convince me otherwise. here’s the list: minor degradation, spanking, breeding, light bondage, begging, orgasm control/denial, minor corruption

minor degradation ~ he calls you a slut sometimes because of the sounds you make or how desperate you’re acting

spanking ~ used as a disciplinary tactic. you’ll get a hard smack to your ass or thigh if you’re being bratty or “disobeying” him

breeding ~ i hc that Kunikida likes finishing inside you because it’s “easy clean up,” but breeding you is also like a form of ownership and he gets off on that

light bondage ~ the occasional handcuffing of your wrists will come into play but that’s it. he likes tugging on them while he’s hitting it from the back

begging ~ Kida loves hearing you beg. he wants to hear how desperate you are before giving you any more satisfaction

orgasm control/denial ~ it’s a dominance thing. Kunikida gets off on seeing you squirm and whine for him, so he makes sure to edge you as much as possible

minor corruption ~ he likes the idea of getting you to completely submit to him. he wants full control of your body and he wants you to “know who you belong to”

going off the last one: he likes marking up your skin as well; lots of hickies on nearly every inch of your body

Ranpo Edogawa

pet play!! i don’t know why i’m so persistent but here’s an explanation:

Ranpo is more of a subby bottom, but if he gets to call you “puppy” then he’s a dom (i think he’d like to be called “puppy” too, but more often it’s his pet name for you)

it fuels his ego to see how submissive you become, and he actually enjoys being in control sometimes (it just takes effort, which is why he always bottoms)

he also has a mini food play kink. Ranpo doesn’t want your skin all sticky though, so he only uses candy; chocolates, gummy bears, gumdrops, etc.

he’ll place them down your stomach and then eat them off your body, kissing the spot that the candy just was. sometimes he’ll put whipped cream on your chest to lick and suck it off, but it doesn’t happen often

*deep breath* he's into interfemoral sex. this is basically just using your thighs to get off. so he'll make you sit on his lap with his cock between your legs, as he thrusts up and lets your legs pleasure him (yes i did my research for this)

don't have much of an explanation for the last one other than: Ranpo enjoys quickies and this is an enjoyable way to do it, in his opinion

Ranpo likes dirty talk! not excessively, but a little bit is enough to turn him on. he loves feeling your hot breath on his neck as you tell him all the things you wanna do to him (and sometimes he says dirty things to you whenever he's topping)

also it should be obvious that he has a major praise kink, so i don't think i need to elaborate

Atsushi Nakajima

Atsushi likes sensation play. soft fabrics like silk brushing over his skin or simply just the gentle touch of your fingers gives him chills. because of this, he also enjoys being teased

he enjoys teasing you in this way as well. his touch is naturally really gentle, so it always tickles when he touches you. watching you become antsy due to his actions turns him on, so he'll purposefully graze your skin lightly

i feel like he'd enjoy being blindfolded ?? the loss of vision heightens all his other senses, which makes it a lot easier to get him squirming

Atsushi, just like Ranpo, has a praise kink. it's not so strong that he needs to hear the praise just to continue, but he does like it because of the reassurance it brings him

he too, enjoys dirty talk, but way more than Ranpo does. Atsushi gets really flustered hearing you say dirty things to him. he'd never have the confidence to say such lewd things to you, but he'd rather hear them come from your mouth than his

beg for him! Atsushi gets a huge ego boost from hearing you say how badly you want him, so begging is a huge one for him. this goes hand-in-hand with dirty talk; if you say vulgar things while begging he loses his mind

Odasaku Sakunosuke

would Oda have a daddy kink??? i feel like he may have a tiny daddy kink... hearing you say it turns him on more than he'd like to admit and it sends him on a power trip

speaking of being on a power trip, he's also into begging. he wants you to beg for more and he enjoys hearing you say "please" in a whiny tone

i don't know if you'd consider it a kink, but similar to Kunikida, Oda loves marking your skin. mostly your neck, but he leaves tons of hickies scattered across your body

this may seem really ooc, but i think he has a teeny tiny choking kink. he's not gonna grip your neck so tight that you lose your breath, but he tends to wrap his hand around it just for leverage, and his grip gets a little tighter the closer he gets to finishing

Oda has a borderline agoraphilia kink, which is just public sex. not literally out in front of people obviously, just in a public setting where the risk of getting caught is high. for example, a public restroom (or the pm hq library perhaps ??)

he gets off on the thrill of potentially getting caught because he can tell when you might. his ability senses danger, but in this sense, someone walking in on him bending you over the bathroom counter would be "dangerous," and having little time to do things excites him

#[📩] requests #[ hcs ] #bungo stray dogs #bsd #bungo stray dogs x reader #bsd x reader #doppo kunikida #ranpo edogawa #atsushi nakajima #odasaku sakunosuke #kunikida x reader #ranpo x reader #atsushi x reader #odasaku x reader

[amazingmsme]

Frumpy Umpy Umpkin

AN: This is my first critical role fic and I’m so happy about it! Caleb is so damn cute and I just wanna see the wizard boy let loose and laugh, is that too much to ask? No, it’s not. Please enjoy, this ended up being 4345 words of pure fluff and teasing. 

Fjord and Molly walked down the inn's hall toward Caleb and Nott's room. The little goblin herself was walking their way when an almost worried look appeared on her face.

"Um, where are you guys headed?" she asked.

"We were gonna see if Caleb wanted to go to the butcher with us. We were gonna see what kind of jerky they had," Fjord explained. Nott stepped in front of the two of them.

"Um Caleb really doesn't wanna be bothered," she tried to assure them.

"Is he in there slaving away? He needs to take a break," Molly said, easily walking around her. Nott pulled his tail to stop him.

"He's not, but he's having his private time with Frumpkin," she admits before slapping a hand over her mouth and muttering, "I've already said too much!"

Molly and Fjord shared twin grins of pure mischief and glee before sprinting over to the two's shared room. "Oh dear..." Nott muttered as she rushed down the stairs, not wanting to wait around and see what they would invoke. And she didn't want Caleb blaming her for their intrusion.

They opened the door ever so quietly, slipping in and hiding behind the wall by the entryway. Molly stood a little hunched with Fjord close behind him, his head stacked atop his as they peaked around the corner. His back was to them, all his attention focused on his cat. Frumpkin's purring could even be heard from there.

Fjord's jaw dropped and Molly's hand flew to his mouth to prevent a snicker from escaping. Caleb was knelt beside the bed, scratching Frumpkin's chin and singing to his cat. What made it even better was what exactly he was singing to him. He cooed at him in a soft Zemnian accent, the words clearly made up yet rehearsed in such a way that made it obvious he did this often.

“You're my honey bunch sugarplum, Frumpy Umpy Umpkin. You're my sweetie pie."  He pressed their noses together with a wide smile overtaking his face, though they couldn't see that."You're my cuppy cake gumdrop, snookum shnookums you're- the apple of my eye,"  he finished singing, rubbing just above his tail as he stretched. His entire face instantly turned red when the sound of hysterical laughter hit his ears. He whipped around from his spot on the ground, standing up in one quick and fluid motion. Both men were doubled over, Molly's arms wrapped around his stomach and Fjord leaned against the wall with one hand for support.

"Get out!" he demanded pointing at the door. His lips were pressed together in a thin, angry line, cheeks growing redder by the second.

"Lohohove the song!" Molly teased, wiping a tear of laughter from his eye

"Frumpy umpy umpkin? Oho Caleb, you really are a hoot," Fjord said between rumbling laughs from deep in his chest.

"I am not! I said get out!" he yelled, hurling a pillow at Mollymauk's face with full force. He yelped as he stumbled a few steps back into Fjord.

"Are you kidding? That was adorable. In fact I need to see the- what did you call him again? Your "snookum shnookums?"” he taunted even more.

"Shut the hell up. You weren't supposed to see that," he seethed, turning around. Fjord walked up and placed a kind hand on his shoulder, which Caleb immediately brushed off.

"Well I'm glad we did, that was hilarious," Fjord teased with a toothy grin. "But you gotta understand we're laughing with you, not at ya," he explained in a gentler tone than the mocking laughing fit he'd just been a part of. With his cheeks still rosy, Caleb fixed them both with a harsh glare, his nostrils still flared a bit.

"Does it look like I'm laughing?" he asked in a cold tone to mask just how flustered he truly is.

"It looks like you need to laugh. C'mon Caleb, you gotta admit that song is funny as fuck," Molly taunted, taking a step forward. Caleb took a step back.

"Fine, if you won't leave then I will." He started opening up the bedroom window to crawl out to the roof when Fjord stopped him.

"Hey there, you ain't goin' anywhere. We're sorry for laughin' alright?" Caleb refused to meet either of their eyes, arms crossed.

"I'm not. That was priceless. From now on when I get sad, all I gotta do is think of that. So thanks."

Caleb ran a hand down his burning pink face before hiding behind it. "Bitte Molly, just get the fuck out. Both of you. I honestly can't deal with your shite right now," he spoke quietly, barely containing his embarrassment and subsequent anger that came with it. Ah, gingers and their tempers.

"Oh alright fine! I'm sorry, there ya happy?" Molly asked. Caleb only cocked his head to look at him.

"No. Auf wiedersehen gentlemen," he shoed them out the door, but thankfully Fjord was strong enough to prevent him from closing it.

"We're not leavin' until we know you're not still pissed at us."

"In that case you'd be spending the night in here, which I won't allow," he said curtly, trying to close it once more. However, Fjord shoved his boot in the way, pushing it open.

"I'm serious. What kinda friends would we be if we just left ya to stew in anger?" he asked.

"Better ones than you're being right now, that's for damn sure," he grumbled, folding his arms across his chest. Molly feigned a hurt expression, placing one hand across his heart.

"Surely you don't mean that," he said, tone attempting to sound placating. Caleb looked at him, eyebrows high on his forehead. If you squinted, it looked like he was fighting off the tug of a smile.

"Right now I do." Molly smirked, wagging a finger at him.

"No you don't. You might have Fjord fooled but not me."

"He doesn't," said man piped up, sandwiching Caleb between them. "I saw that look too. You think we're amusing."

"Wrong, I think you're both incredibly annoying and rude for barging in like that and then mocking me."

Molly threw a hand up in the air. "In our defense, you make yourself very mockable," he said as if it were a fact.

"You know you really aren't helping your case," he hummed, cocking his head to the side and sporting a smirk.

"Then why're you smilin'?" Fjord asked slyly. Caleb immediately schooled his features back into a stern expression.

"I'm not."

"But you were. An' I think we wanna see it again, right Molly?"

"Oh definitely. Like you said, we gotta make sure he's not holding a grudge against us," Mollymauk agreed. They both advanced and Caleb took a step back, falling onto the bed. Frumpkin meowed and jumped out of the way, curling up on a pillow and making biscuits.

"Nein. I know what you're planning and just- nein. This isn't happening," he said, unable to stop the quirk of his lips. He scooted back on the bed until he reached the wall, tucking his legs up to his chest.

"Then why don't you fill us in, since you're so smart an' all," Molly teased, crawling onto the bed on all fours. Fjord sat down more casually.

"Yeah Caleb, what are we gonna do to you?" Fjord asked in a smug tone. Caleb's blush had been starting to fade, but upon their teasing, the color returned to his cheeks.

"Oh no, I'm not falling for that again," he said. With each passing second, his flustered grin grew wider.

"And just what are you not falling for?" Molly asked, propping his chin in his hand innocently.

"You're trying to make me answer your question by saying "tickle me" just so you can use it as an excuse to attack me but it won't work," he explained, eyes going wide as he realized his fatal mistake. Mollymauk and Fjord shared a devious look.

"I think it just did."

"No wait!" He tried to bolt from the bed, but Fjord hooked an arm around his waist and drug him back. He let out a giggly whine as he squirmed in his hold.

"Whoa, where do ya think you're goin' there partner?" he asked, intentionally making his southern drawl thicker, knowing how much it flusters his friend.

"Away from the two of you!" he snapped, hands shoving and feet scrambling to get away, but his movements were weak, even for Caleb. But he was putting on a decent show.

"Really? Doesn't look like you're getting very far," Molly mused, resting his elbow on Fjord's shoulder as he watched him struggle.

"Oh put a sock in it Tealeaf!" Molly gave a feral grin and his brows shot up in amusement, instantly making Caleb regret his words. He shook his head, leaning into Fjord and away from Molly.

"What a rude thing to say! I'm utterly shocked that someone in your position would be so bold," he teased. Caleb rolled his eyes.

"Oh please, like you haven't said worse just to make sure we'd get on with it," he snarked.

Molly's mouth hung slightly open, a pale lavender flush spreading over his cheeks, so Fjord took over.

"Oh, like what you're doin' now?" he asked, shooting Molly a wink in solidarity. Caleb sputtered incoherently, half baked excuses falling from his lips.

"Wha- no I- I had to make a point!" he argued.

"And look where that got you," Molly said smugly, getting his groove back. Caleb's mouth promptly snapped shut. All of a sudden, Fjord let go of his waist and instead hooked under his arms, spreading them to the side.

His eyes widened and he tried so hard to bring them back in for protection, but his entire midsection was left vulnerable. "Nehehein!"

"Wow, giggling already?" Molly asked, clicking his tongue and cocking his head to the side. "You're so in for it." He started slowly, raking his fingers from the top of his ribs, all the way down his sides. A quivering giggle slipped out as he clamped his mouth shut to prevent any more sounds from coming out. Once he traveled down to his sides, he tapped his fingers into the soft flesh almost impatiently. Caleb twisted from side to side, breathy puffs of laughter breaking through the closed mouth snickers and frustrated grunts. Molly quickly dove down to squeeze his hips, making him buck and bark out a startled laugh.

"Why ahahare you doing thihis to mehehe?" he asked, face scrunched adorably as he tried to fend off his giggles. Needless to say, he was doing a piss poor job of it.

"Because you're just so fun to tickle," he purred drawing a closing spiral on his belly. Caleb threw his head back and forth as his chuckles got louder the smaller the circles would get. He knew where the final destination would be, and he dreaded it.

"Mohoholly nohohot thehere!" he pleaded, arms flapping uselessly in Fjord's hold. Molly's hand was just out of reach.

"Too late!"  he cheered as his finger finally wiggled into his bellybutton. A loud shriek filled the air followed by a stream of hysterical laughter and begging.

"I hit the jackpot, didn't I?" he taunted, forming both hands into claws and burying them into his tummy. What really made matters worse was the fact that Fjord's hands were right near his neck. He fluttered his fingers over the tops of his shoulders and the sides of his neck. He immediately erupted into high pitched giggles, scrunching his neck as much as he could while arching his back away from him. But that only made him lean into Molly's touch, drawing out a snort.

He shook his head instead of answering with a verbal response. Oh well, his squeals and chuckles were answer enough. Fjord traced along his jawline, making him shake his head frantically as he squealed. He let out a playful growl, burying his face in his neck and delivering a flurry of tickle bites that drove poor Caleb up the wall. His slowly growing tusks were absolutely evil and the added scruff only worsened the situation. Caleb shrieked before falling into bright cackles.

"I believe he asked you a question," Fjord purred, using a single finger to wiggle under his chin. A choking, almost hissing sound left his lips before more giggles streamed out. He tucked himself into his neck, giving him a double chin. Caleb's reactions were always the best.

"Fuhuhuck yohou! I-I'm nohohot answering thahahat!" Fjord gasped and let his jaw drop, and Caleb just knew he was in trouble.

"You kiss your mother with that mouth?" he asked, letting go of him and wrestling him down to the mattress. The hold was still relatively comfortable; they didn't want to cause him to pull a muscle or anything. Fjord sat with his legs atop Caleb's arms, folding the calves underneath to lock them between the muscle, and his head rested in the half orc's lap.

He stared up at the both of them, eyes sparkling and chest heaving as a nervous grin remained plastered on his face. "N-no... but I kiss yours."

"Oh you little-" Fjord's face was contorted in slightly exaggerated anger, but he still failed to hide the evil grin on his face. Molly had doubled over from his own laughing fit at Caleb's answer. Fjord reached down and clawed into his ribs, making him arch his back with a loud shriek.

"Nohoho wahait please! I take it bahahack!" his half hearted apology breaks into loud giggles as Fjord attacks his ribs. "Yeah I fuckin' bet you do, but it's a little late for that. Now you gotta suffer the consequences," he growled in his ear playfully.

Molly drilled his thumbs in Caleb's hips, making him buck with a loud screech. "Is it really a consequence if he likes it?" he teased. He didn't think it was possible, but Caleb's face got even redder.

"Ihihi doho nohohot! Shut thehe hehehell up!" he snapped through his incessant giggling. His legs scrambled atop the mattress.

"It's okay buddy, practically everyone knows you don't exactly hate it," Fjord pointed out rather smugly. Caleb whined through his laughter and shook his head, his blush well overtaking his face by now.

"Nehehehein! Thehey do nohohot!" he denied, closing his eyes so he wouldn't have to look at their stupid smug faces.

"Might I list the reasons why everyone in The Mighty Nein, including yourself, knows that you enjoy this?" Molly purred, laying between his legs and resting his chin atop Caleb's belly. It was constantly bouncing up and down from the force of his hysterics, and Mollymauk had to admit it was an endearing sight to see his entire body shake with laughter. The stubble on his chin only tickled Caleb more, leaving a shy, twitchy smile in its wake. He used one finger at each side to draw lazy shapes and patterns on his sides. Caleb squirmed desperately, a very giggly whimper slipping out as he tried to twist out of the hold. When he "failed" to escape, he swore under his breath in Zemnian.

"Well for starters, you're always grumpy. Or at least you don't look happy. I don't think we'd ever hear you laugh if we didn't do this at least once a week," he noted. Caleb shook his head, face scrunched as he tried to fight off his giggles. The touch was light and never ending and Caleb didn't know if it was worse than the ruthless attack from moments ago.

"T-thahahat's not true! Juhust behehe funnier!" he sassed before snapping his mouth shut. His teeth were grit together in an attempt to keep his laughter at bay. But he knew as well as they did that it would break through the barricade of his lips.

"See, that's another thing," Molly said, shaking a finger in his direction. "You provoke us." As he spoke, he raked his blunt nails from the top of his ribs, all the way down to his hips where his hands rested. Caleb barked out a startled laugh, but his giggles died back down to normal as Molly and Fjord waited for his defense.

"Oh plehehease, you all attack me for no reason!" he argued. He gasped, falling into breathy giggles and snorts as Molly scratched along his waistline. His cheeks were bright pink and he wiggled his hips back and forth trying to get away. He bucked and barked out a shrill laugh as he squeezed his hips.

"We don't need a reason when you make yourself such easy prey," Molly teased, rubbing circles on his hipbones that drove him completely mad.

"Oh scheiße juhuhust shuhuhut up! Plehehease!" he whined. Since his arms were trapped under Fjord's legs, he couldn't even hide his bright red face.

"See, that's another thing," Fjord interjected, scratching at that spot just behind his ears that made his shoulders scrunch and the bubbliest giggles come out. "You only ever tell us to shut up or stop teasing, but you never tell us to actually stop," he said with a rather satisfied smirk, pitching his voice an octave lower just because he knew Caleb couldn't stand it. A flustered whine mingled with his laughter, causing both his tormentors to chuckle.

"Nohohot true!" Caleb shot back. Molly grinned as he started rolling his shirt up. He froze, eyes glued on his every move even as giggles continued to flow from his mouth. Molly hovered his hands over the newly exposed skin, wiggling his fingers in the air.

He shut his eyes and turned away, giving Fjord the perfect opportunity to go for his neck. He squealed and scrunched back up, fading giggles returning with force. Molly poked around the quivering tummy sporadically, making Caleb jump and squeal each time.

"Really? I can't think of a time when you actually asked us to stop," Mollymauk pondered aloud, scratching across his stomach. "And I mean just look at you! All skinny and soft, practically made to be tickled," he taunted. Caleb's face looked like it was on fire, the poor thing.

"Bitte Molly I wahahasn't- fuck Ihihi wasn't m-mahahade to behehe ahahanythihihing!" his words dissolved into a string of deeper chuckles as his hand shook on his belly, twisting from side to side and kicking.

Molly shook his head and tsked. "Now that's just sad. Everyone's made to be something, even mopey, ticklish wizards like you," he said, fingers crawling up his ribs. His back arched off of the bed, infectious laughter filling the room. When Fjord started kneading down his biceps, he shouted for help. The half orc snorted in amusement.

"An' just who do you think'll come to your rescue?" he asked, raking blunt nails up and down his underarms. A soft "mrp" sound came from behind him, as if answering his question. Frumpkin walked up upon hearing his master's cry from help and leaned in to rub his chin.

"Nohohot you too!" he squealed as Frumpkin nuzzled around his ears and neck. His wet nose and whiskers drove him up a wall, but he still tried to stay still so as not to hurt his beloved cat.

Fjord skittered his fingers all over his hollows before trailing up, squeezing his arms lightly. Caleb couldn't stop the onslaught of snorty hysterics he was thrown into. Molly barked out a laugh of his own when he saw the cat join in on the fun.

"Looks like he wants to help us instead," he teased, squeezing from his hips down his thighs. Caleb's laughter deepened, especially when Fjord went back to tickling his pits.

"Hey, how did that song go?" Fjord wondered aloud, a heavily teasing note in his voice. Caleb's eyes widened and he shook his head.

"Nehehein dohohon't you dahare!" he threatened weakly. Unfortunately for him, Molly knew exactly where he was going and was totally onboard. They both started singing, a little off key and out of tune with each other.

"You're my honey bunch sugarplum, Frumpy Umpy Umpkin! You're my sweetie pieeee," they belted. Caleb's blush all but doubled in intensity and he whined as he tried to hide his face behind his pinned arm.

"Ohoho bihihitte, just kihihill mehehehe!" he cried out in embarrassment. Hearing his song sung back to him by his friends, while they were tickling the hell out of him no less, made him want to curl up and die. This was downright cruel! Caleb couldn't remember a time when he'd been so flustered.

Molly scooped Frumpkin up, holding him under the arms and let his long body dangle. He made him dance along to their singing, moving his stiff little cat arms. Caleb's blush deepened when he made the cat pat his paws against his quivering tummy, making his laugh turn shrill and giggly.

The snap of his fingers could barely be heard over the sound of his laughter before Frumpkin reared back and scratched Molly's arm. He grabbed the fresh scratch with a hiss of pain. He settled a playful glare on the giggling wizard.

"Oh you bastard, you did that on purpose!" he accused. Caleb shrugged, an endless stream of chuckles flowing freely.

"Maybe sohoho. You deserved ihihit though, he doesn't like that little dance," he justified smugly. Or as smug as he could be in his position.

"Eh, I don't blame him. You on the other hand, are just asking for the best grand finale we can offer," he taunted, a dangerous edge to his voice. Caleb groaned and tried to sink into the bed for protection.

"Oh fick mich," he muttered, eyes fluttering closed. "That certainly means you two are planning something horrible," he sighed. He would've looked pitiful had it not been for the huge smile on his face. His eyes shot open when he felt Fjord shift his grip. He sat up and grabbed Caleb's arms with one hand, keeping them pinned while sharing a downright evil look with Mollymauk.

He was already giggling in anticipation and squirming to get away. "Hold still, we're almost done. Then you can curl up in a giggly ball," Fjord teased, scratching the nape of his neck playfully. He squealed, scrunching up like a turtle as a flurry of giggles were whisked into the air around them. "Say Caleb, you think you can handle two raspberries at once?" he asked in a drawl.

Caleb shook his head frantically, tongue peaking through his smile. "Nehehein! Please don't!" Fjord's jaw dropped in feigned shock as he glanced between his friends.

"Wow, nine? We were just gonna do two, but nine's even better!" he exclaimed. Caleb shook his head even more.

"You knohohow damn wehehell that is not what I meant!" he snapped, weakly thrashing around in their hold. Fjord's devilish smirk only grew, the tips of his tusks peaking out from behind his lips.

"Better make it an even ten," he decided with a curt nod. A giggly whine of desperation escaped Caleb's lips as he prepared for his fate.

"At least this is the last thing, ja?" he asked. When they both nodded, he continued, letting his head flop back. "Scheiße, just dohoho it already."

Molly smirked, leaning in closer. He wore a smug smirk and purred, "Yeah I bet the anticipation's killing you." He drummed his fingers up his sides, making him yelp and dissolve into nervous chuckles. Molly and Fjord locked eyes and they each took a deep breath.

They leaned in, Fjord going straight for the neck while Molly targeted his exposed belly. Caleb arched his back as a giggly scream ripped itself from his throat. He thrashed about and squealed, but they didn't stop. The scruff on their cheeks made it tickle ten times as bad, and then the growling started, and Caleb thought he was going to die right there. When they finally pulled away, he was a twitching, giggling heap of a man.

"Well I think it's safe to say we raised his spirits," Mollymauk declared proudly. Caleb huffed out a weak laugh, raising an arm to shoot him the bird. Molly only laughed, reaching out and folded his finger back down.

"You two are the worst. As of right now, I like everyone else in the group more than you," he said through his pants for breath. After he finished speaking, a hiccup squeaked out and made his entire body jolt. He groaned as they laughed.

"Sure ya do, but that smile you're sportin' says otherwise," Fjord teased, even reaching out to poke one of his dimples. Caleb's blush was still securing its spot on his face, and he swatted his hand away. Another hiccup escaped, making Molly chuckle softly.

"You really are the most fun to tickle, you know that?" he teased.

Caleb indeed curled into a giggly ball, hiding his face from his two "tormentors". "That is no- hic- not the compliment you think it is," he tried to scold, but his amusement was clear in his voice. He rolled onto his back, hair messy and spread out on the sheets behind him. "So was there a point to all of this, or do you just take great enjoyment in bullying me?"

"Oh, we were stopping by to see if you wanted to accompany us to the butcher's," Molly said, offering a hand up. Caleb accepted it, grunting as he was pulled into an upright position.

"We were gonna see what kind of jerky they had and stock up," Fjord explained further. Caleb nodded, going to stand up. Fjord had to reach out and steady him when he tried to walk on wobbly legs with a chuckle.

"Oh man, my legs feel like jelly. You might have to drag me," he joked, wrapping an arm around his shoulders until he got his footing. The three of them made their way to the butcher, and if Caleb used mage hand while his friends tried to have a conversation with the shop keep, well, it was all deserved. Caleb couldn't be happier about this family he had found.

#i had such a blast writing this #caleb my beloved #caleb widogast #fjord #fjord stone #mollymauk tealeaf #critical role #critical role fic #critickle role #critickle role fic #ticklish!caleb #molly and fjord and horrible teases #and that's how i like it

[whumperooni]

Good Girl This Year

Pairing: Fatgum x Reader

Tags/Warnings: public fingering, oral, unprotected sex, Lite daddy kink, praise, size kink

Word count: 4.1k

A/N: Yes I know it’s after Christmas and no I don’t care;;;;;

“Alright, just one more photo and then Santa needs a break!”

There’s a collective whine that fills the room, but Fatgum just laughs at it- grins at the pink cheeked people crowded around him with drinks in their hands and joy in their eyes.

A Christmas party was a good idea- he’ll have to thank Kirishima again for suggesting it.

Said intern leads someone past the velvet rope and up to him- a cute, wide eyed thing with flushed cheeks and an excited tremble running through them. He doesn’t recognize them- must be a fan or a new sidekick to one of the many heroes at the party- and he grins wider as he pats his lap.

“Come sit on Santa’s lap, darlin’, and tell me what ya want this year.”

The flush on your cheeks deepen, but you hurry forward eagerly- perch yourself up on his lap and look up at him with wonder all over your pretty face.

Ah, you’re a real cutie- dressed up in a sweet little plaid skirt and a sweater, a set of reindeer horns perched on your head. You’re soft against him and small and Fatgum blinks when you press against him just a little, when you bite your lip as you peek up at him shyly.

“Have ya been a good girl this year?” he asks- half teasing as he places a hand on your knee.

“I- I think so, Mr. Fatgum, sir. Um, I mean Santa.”

He laughs- nice and hearty- and you flush even more, curl your little fingers into his coat. He doesn’t chide you for it- how could he when you’re so cute and sweet all perched up on his lap?

(So maybe he’s had a sip or two or three of the “special punch” that Midnight brought. And maybe it’s been a while since he’s had such an adorable little thing sat on his lap.

It’s nice- it’s really nice. And it’s a party! It’s time for him to let loose a little! He can enjoy someone cute and soft and small sitting on his lap, right? Ain’t nothing wrong with it.

And, besides, he’s Santa- he’s supposed to have wide eyed things perched on him.)

“I bet so,” he hums out, giving your knee a little rub. “Ya look like a good girl.”

A soft noise slips from you and it doesn’t escape his notice how your thighs press together and then spread just the tiniest bit wider, how your lashes flutter. A quick glance around the room shows that most everyone is distracted from him and Fatgum doesn’t hesitate more than a second before letting his hand drift up just a bit higher up your leg.

He doesn’t usually do this sort of thing but, hey, it’s a party! Maybe he can slip his number to you or somethin’- maybe he can even invite you to grab a drink for him after the party.

Yeah, that would be nice. A real good way to wind down the night.

“So, anything ya wanna ask Santa for this year, darlin’?”

You squirm on his lap and that has his fingers flexing against your thigh, his cock stirring a little.

(Okay, so maybe it’s been a really long time for him)

“I, um, well...”

You trail off- all sweet and shy- and Fatgum grins down at you, rubs your back lightly before curling his hand around and resting it on your waist. You flush just a little more at the touch, but you press even closer to him- eyes wide but holding a little spark of pleasure and want in them that anybody could see.

“Come on, sweetheart,” he encourages with a grin. “Don’t be shy! You can ask Santa fer anything.”

He wasn’t quite sure that your eyes could manage to get wider, but they do. They widen even more and the softest, cutest little noise leaves you as you bite your lip and squirm in his lap. The motion makes his hand slide up just a little higher along your thigh and neither he nor you move to put it somewhere a bit more appropriate.

“Any- anything?” you ask, voice almost a little squeaky and still so, so shy. You bite your lip again and your legs spread just a bit wider.

It’s Fatgum’s turn to have his eyes widen and he unconsciously leans over you a little, turns you in a subtle move so your parted, pretty legs are a bit more hidden from the others.

You’re bold- bolder than he thought you’d be. Hell, maybe he’ll get your number and take you out to drinks too.

And maybe he’ll even be able to bring you home for the night.

(There’s really no maybe about it- not when you’re blushing and pressing against him, spreading your legs for him even though anyone at the party could see.

You must be one hell of a fan.)

“Anything, sugar,” he tells you- meaning it, hoping that you’ll give into the temptation. “Anything at all.”

You bite your lip and you squirm a bit- lashes fluttering as your hips move against the hard bulge pressing against your soft flesh.

“What if I- what if I want you, Santa?”

Your cheeks flare bright after the bold question and you squeak after, bury your face into his chest with the cutest look of embarrassment all over your face. He can’t help but laugh- nice and hearty and amused- and he grins as you let out a muffled whine against him.

“Well, aren’t you a gutsy thing?” he teases- still grinning, reaching a hand to tilt your pretty, flushed face up toward him. Despite the embarrassment, you still press into his touch and Fatgum’s eyes draw half-shut whenever your lips part and your lashes flutter. “I like it.”

You nuzzle into his palm so shyly whenever he cups your jaw and- like the good girl you are- you allow the tip of his thumb to slip between your lips whenever he traces over them with it.

“Yeah, yer a really good girl,” Fatgum praises. “And you can have me- you can have whatever ya want.”

You tremble against him- a tiny little noise slipping from you- and his heart pounds a little harder when your lips wrap fully around his thumb, when you suckle at the glove clad digit and look up at him with the cutest, sweetest look in your sparkling and adoring eyes.

Shit, you’re just the most precious little thing.

“Fuck, sweetheart,” he can’t help but to breathe out. “Feels like I’m the one gettin’ a present.”

You flush and you giggle quietly- his thumb slipping out your mouth when you do. Fatgum hums in approval whenever you smile at him shyly. You peek over you shoulder quickly and Fatgum takes a moment to scan the room too.

Everyone’s too distracted by their own shenanigans- Midnight is entertaining people with karaoke, Kirishima is trying to drag Tamaki into the fray, Present Mic is harassing Eraserhead, and all the other heroes are busy drinking and flirting with each other.

No one’s paying a damn speck of attention to Fatgum or the little cutie he has perched on his lap.

Perfect.

When he looks back at you, your eyes are on him- pleading and so sweet, lit up with a darling desire. You bite your lip as he looks over you and then your hands are reaching for one of his.

They’re so small as they tug off his leather glove- so tiny as they drag his hand between your thighs and up to your mound. You’re so hot there- so warm and soaked through your panties. The tiniest noise leaves you whenever his fingers curl to brush against you and Fatgum has to stifle a groan when your hips give a tiny little rock.

He tugs on your panties- just gently- and a whimper leaves you when his finger traces along your slit, glances over your clit. The quiet whine of “Mr. Fatgum, sir” that you let out is adorable and so is the way your fingers curl into his coat again, how your hips try to buck against his fingers.

“Easy, darlin’,” he mumbles to you. “Be nice and still, little one- lemme give ya what ya want, okay? But ya gotta be quiet and still, alright? Can’t let anyone else catch on. Be good for me, gumdrop.”

A trembling little moan leaves you, but you nod and bite your lip, stay still as he gathers your honeyed juices along his finger. There’s the tiniest jerk of your shoulders whenever he slips the digit inside of you and Fatgum has to bite his cheek when your puffy, silken pussy squeezes around his finger.

Tight and eager- just how he likes ‘em.

“Mm, baby, yer little cunt is so tight,” Fatgum praises- quiet, the words catching with a groan. “Bet ya taste real sweet, too.”

You whimper so, so softly and then squeak when his thumb rubs against your clit, whenever he prods a second finger against your hole.

“D- Da- Mr. Fatgum, sir!”

Oh, shit that whine is so cute. So is your flush, your fluttering lashes, the way your teeth dig into your bottom lip to stifle your little mewls.

He’s pretty sure you almost slipped up, too- almost let yourself call him daddy.

He wishes you had- he would have loved that.

Fatgum slips his second finger into your squishy little cunny and your own claw at him, curl the fabric of his coat tight in your grasp. You have to bury your face against him to hide your gasp and Fatgum has to swallow back a groan when your insides squeeze and flutter around his fingers, when your little body trembles against him.

A look over the top of your bowed head lets Fatgum see that Present Mic is staring over at him- brow cocked high and a smug grin on his face. Fatgum huffs at the man’s leer and curls his arm around you tighter, curls his fingers deep inside of you as he does.

“C’mon, darlin’,” he mumbles to you. “Why don’t we take this to my office?”

Your tiny nod is all he needs for your consent and Fatgum gives your ass a quick little squeeze before slipping his fingers out of you. Your lips tremble with a pout whenever you’re left empty and he grins at the slight glaze in your eyes, how your wet cunt glides over his thigh and makes you breathe in nice and sharp as you scramble off of him.

Your footsteps are unsteady, wobbly and aw, hell, that’s cute as can be.

Everything about you is cute, really- you make him want to scoop you up and smother you with kisses, stuff you full of cum until you’re squealing and oozing it out.

A grin passes over his face as he thinks about that and Fatgum moves to join you, presses his hand to your back and herds you through the party and toward his office.

“Wooo, get it, Fatgum!”

The catcall comes from Kirishima of all people- the boy red cheeked and grinning-and Fatgum can’t help but laugh at it a little even if it makes you squeak and burrow against him, hide your face and embarrassed flush behind your hands.

He’s gonna have to scold his intern- there ain’t no telling how much to drink the kid has snuck.

Ah, he can’t blame him, though- he was young once, too.

Well, cat’s outta the bag, he guesses.

Fatgum cheerily lets his hand wander from your waist down to your hip and he grips it with a hum, propels you forward with a little smack to your rear. The lovetap has you mewling and Fatgum has to stop himself from scooping you up and throwing you over his shoulder.

He ignores a few jeers from the others and he leads you to the office without any delay, nudges you inside and hipchecks the door shut. He takes the time to lock it, but then his focus is solely on you.

It takes two steps to reach you and Fatgum looks down at you with a deep breath- takes in your flushed cheeks and half shut eyes, the excited tremble that ripples through you. You let yourself be pulled against him without a fuss and you’re so sweet with how you whimper, how you curl your fingers into his coat once again and how you melt into his hold.

“Gonna put ya on the desk, darlin’,” he tells you, hands running down to grip under your thighs. A tiny squeak leaves you whenever he lifts you up, but you’re quick to wrap your legs around him- or, try to, at least- and you’re quick to loop your arms around his neck. “Wanna see how ya taste.”

Shyness takes over you again once he plops you down on the desk and Fatgum can’t help but to grin whenever you bite your lip and rub your soft thighs together.

“Yer just the cutest little thing,” he coos to you- hands falling on your knees and spreading them apart. “A real treat fer me.”

You whine, softly, and it’s candy-sweet, filled with embarrassment over being complimented and pleasure over it too.

“Mr. Fatgum...”

A groan leaves him and Fatgum slips down to his knees, spreads your legs even wider and hooks them over his shoulders, pulls you forward until your tiny little cunt is nestled against his face. You whimper whenever he noses against your mound and you whine whenever his tongue glides through your slit, arch your back and knock off his hat as you curl your fingers into his hair whenever he manages to squeeze his fat tongue into your tiny hole.

He had been right- you taste so very good.

“Ah- oh! Mr. Fatgum!”

A grunt leaves him as your hips rock against his face and he coaxes a mewl from you whenever he rubs your clit.

You’re quick to cum as he eats you out and Fatgum groans his approval at the way your honeyed juices coat his face, how your hips twitch against him and jerk as pleasure shudders through you.

He keeps you close even as you try to squirm away- big, strong hands keeping you tight against his face as he eats you from one orgasm to the next. If the party was a little quieter, he’d bet money on everyone being able to hear the way you cry out and shake as he makes you cum again.

Fatgum licks his lips as he pulls his head from you and he wipes off the excess away with his sleeve, stands and looks down at you through half-shut eyes.

You’re gorgeous all laid out on his desk- so flushed and sweet and hazy. There’s just the littlest bit of sweat beaded up around your temples, just the littlest stripe of your soft tummy showing from where your sweater has hiked up. Your chest moves with tiny pants and Fatgum can’t resist leaning down and kissing you, running his hand up your body and pulling your sweater off. You blush when he straightens your headband, but you don’t hide from him- only lean back so he can see you half undressed.

You’re wearing a lacy little number under the sweater- some fancy lookin’ bra all hued in cream and scarlet. It reminds him of a candy cane or peppermint and all of a sudden Fatgum’s mouth is watering, all of a sudden he wants to kneel down again and eat your pretty pussy until the sun comes up.

He wants that, but he wants to do other things too.

Things like taking off your bra and gently teething on your tits and nursing on your cute little breasts until you’re mewling and burying your fingers in his hair again. Things like mouthing along your neck and plunging his digits back into your eager cunt, stretching you open until he thinks you can handle his cock. Things like rutting against your soft thighs and humping against your soaked pussy until you’re writhing and begging, scratching your nails along the velvet of his coat.

“F- fuck- Mr. Fatgum- Sir- Daddy!”

Fatgum groans and he pulls back from you long enough to rip off the sweltering coat, kick away the pants he’s long tugged down.

“Shit, sugar,” he groans out. “Yer so fuckin’ good. Such a good girl.”

The mewl that leaves you is sweeter than syrup, has Fatgum groaning once again.

You graciously- eagerly- part your legs for him when he places his hands to your thighs and Fatgum licks his lips as your back arches, as your head tilts back with a moan.

“Might be a bit of a stretch, baby,” Fatgum murmurs to you, rocking hips and letting his cock tease through your slit. “But a good girl like you can take it- I know ya can.”

The gasp that you let out is adorable, but your whimper is even better.

It’s all trumped, though, whenever you reach your hands down and your little fingers spread your cunt open for him, whenever you look at him through lashes wettened by pleasure and mewl out,

“Please! I can take it! I can be good!”

Fatgum groan and he braces himself over you- his soft belly pressing against yours as he fists his cock and guides it to your soaked little hole.

“Yer already a good girl, darlin’- so fuckin’ good and sweet. Just- just keep bein’ good fer me, okay?”

A whimper and a tiny nod comes from you and you shake as he slowly slides his cock into you.

He almost doesn’t hear your moan, almost doesn’t notice how your hands fall away from yourself just so you can throw a hand back over your head, curl your fingers by your lips- as soon as the tip of his cock slips into you, he gets lost in your wet heat and your gripping need, the eager clenching of your cunt.

You sob, just a little, when he presses further inside and Fatgum hushes you with a kiss, rubs at your clit to try to soothe the sting of the stretch.

“That’s it, sweetheart,” he grunts as your puffy insides loosen up just enough to let him rock into you a bit more. “Doin’ so good fer me. Ya like?”

You sniffle and you whimper, tiny hands going to grip his shoulders as you clench around his cock.

“I- I do! Mr. Fatgum, you’re so big! Feels good!”

Well, shit. You’re really something else.

It’s his turn to flush from the praise and Fatgum does in spades- pink gathering along his cheeks and down his chest as he groans and rocks a bit harder, sheathes his cock even deeper inside of you.

He has to remind himself to be careful, to keep from going too fast and hurting you.

It’s a little hard, though, when you mewl and beg for more. It’s hard, though, whenever your nails dig into his back and gets him grunting and groaning. It’s hard, though, whenever you grind your hips back against him and let out sweet, stuttered noises, flutter wet lashes and moan.

“Mr. Fatgum, please! Wanted this for so long! It’s so good! Love it! Want more!”

Shit- fuck.

It’s been a long time for him and it’s been even longer since he’s had such a sweet thing- someone so eager and cute, so obviously enamored with him.

“God, sweetheart,” he groans, “yer so fuckin’ good. Ya gonna come on my cock fer me?”

“Yes! Yes!”

And you do cum on his cock- you squeal and tremble underneath him, dig your nails into his back as your cunt clamps down around his cock like a goddamn vice. Fatgum groans as you whine and his hips jerk again you, stutter as he works his cock deep inside and sheathes himself in your warm, spasming pussy.

The stretch has your eyes widening and threatening to roll back, your back arching up. It’s dramatic and it’s hot and he grunts as he starts fucking you through your pleasure and past it, as he has you going from one orgasm to the next.

You sob and you cling to him and Fatgum groans as your gummy insides pulse around him- your pussy feels like it’s trying to keep inside and he’s more than okay with that; he’d like to stay buried in your snug, warm cunt for forever.

The sounds in the room start to border on obscene- the slap of his balls against your leaking cunt so wet and sharp, your whines and mewls so loud and sweet, his grunts so low and deep. He can’t hear the party going on over all the noises, but that’s okay- that’s more than okay.

Shit, can anyone hear what’s going on?

(He doesn’t think he cares if they can.)

“Darlin’, if ya keep squeezin’ me like that I’m gonna come. Ya want me to come?”

“Yes! Yes! Daddy please come! Wanna make you come! Want you to come!”

How can he refuse such a sweet little thing?

Fatgum groans and he picks up the pace, accidentally smushes you a bit as he presses his lips against yours and grabs onto your soft thighs, grips them tight as he fucks into your squelching pussy.

“Shit, yeah,” he groans. “I’ll come for ya- come for my good girl.”

A sob wracks through you and you grab onto him- desperate and so fucking needy, so tight as he spears his cock into you again and again and again. He gets close- so close- and tries to pull out, but you shake your head frantically- look up at him with blown out eyes and lips parted with a whine, hands scrabbling along his back and legs wrapping around his waist.

“N- No! Inside! Please!” you beg, locking your ankles and pleading so prettily.

Oh, fuck.

Fatgum grunts and he pistons into you- once, twice, three times before he starts to come. A wail of keen leaves you and he growls as he feels your pussy clamp down and spasm around him, as he ruts into you and fills you up to the very brim.

He smothers you in hot, sticky kisses as he humps his cum deep inside of you and they muffle your tired coos and mewls and whimpers- your own lips moving against his in sloppy, tired little movements that would make him grin if he wasn’t so lost in how perfect your warm cunt feels around his softening cock.

When he does slide out, it’s with a wet pop and a groan. The sight of his cum trickling out of your fluttering hole is nothing short of hot to him and your whiny protest is nothing short of cute either.

You twitch on the table- tired and wrecked, sleepy with a dreamy little look on your pretty face- and Fatgum huffs with a tiny little smile, breathes in deep as he tries to catch his breath.

God, this Christmas party was a perfect idea.

A soft little noise slips from you whenever he fixes your panties and Fatgum licks his lips as the fabric immediately grows wet- his oozing seed staining the fabric dark and making it sticky against your cunt.

“Mr. Fatgum...”

He hums at the cute little mumble and moves to help you sit up, helps you pull on the sweater and takes in the tired whine you let out with a grin.

“Ah, sugar, was that a little too much for you?”

You shake your head with a weak little motion and he lets you slump against him, lets you yawn. The smile you give him whenever you tilt your head back to peek up at him is soft and adoring, hazy and sweet.

“No...no- it was perfect. Thank you, Mr. Fatgum, sir...”

It’s so cute that he can’t help but laugh and grin, can’t help but to press a kiss to your flushed cheek.

“Merry Christmas, darlin’. Make sure yer good this year too, yeah?”

A tiny giggle leaves you and you nod- smile growing sweetly as you close your eyes and yawn again.

“I’ll be sure to do so. I wouldn’t...I wouldn’t want to disappoint you, Santa.”

Fatgum snorts and he grins, ruffles your hair.

“I know ya won’t. Yer a good girl after all.”

You grin up at him- tired but pleased- and Fatgum kisses your cheek before helping you off the desk.

Yeah, he’s sure you’re going to be good.

But he might have to check up on you every now and then- just in case.

Grinning at the thought, Fatgum reaches for his clothes and starts to dress again so he can join the party once more.

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