#Words: 702

[jewishcissiekj]

Are ya'll ready for my TCW Asajj essay

#been harbouring a lot of anger for filoni and katie lucas lately in preparation #and christie golden #702 words so far apperantly #fuck count at 2 #i call it the tragedy of a girl put in situations not allowed to have a personality or character arc

[kingsofeverything]

3399/299

#too tired to keep writing #word count #lol 3 words on my trick or treat fic #trick or treat fic #and 702 words on my #married young fic #i should be doing homework tomorrow #but maybe i'll procrastinate and write fic

[celesterayel]

the it couple | luke castellan

request: I’m not really sure what qualifies as a request but could you write a Luke x reader where they are like the camp it couple? 🫶🫶

summary: common knowledge is how irrevocably in love luke castellan is with you.

"you know i adore you, i'm crazier for you than i was at sixteen lost in a film scene" - t.s.

w.c. : 702

warning(s) : none

pairing : luke castellan x reader

the campers of camp half blood don't quite remember how or when it had happened. It just always was: you and Luke Castellan, that is. where you went, he followed. the shadow to your guide and you the balm to his sorrow. annabeth used to whisper to the younger children–the ones who had been taken to camp far too young and therefore had little knowledge of love–that you and Luke Castellan were soulmates: seamlessly bound to one another. 

you yourself had never believed in fate despite the fact that you had met them–old bitter hags. you preferred to believe that life was not set in stone, unbreaking and withered to a timeline. it perhaps led to your brash attitude and ‘ride or die’ mentality but your mannerisms only made luke castellan fall in love with you all the more. some things were just beyond the gods' control. you and luke were one of those things.

you had first arrived at camp a decade ago, where you were then claimed by hades. of course news of you spread like wildfire: you were gorgeous, your talent with your bo staff was unmatched, and your father was one of the three–strong power ran through your blood and you showed it everyday during training. but that wasn’t exactly what caught the attention of everyone, rather the fact that the popular gaze of a certain brown-eyed boy always strayed to you. when you laughed, he smiled. where you went, he strayed. you were magnet and he was never far away.

you both tipped toed around one another, constantly drifting toward the other. playful banter slipped between you two and those around you wondered when you would finally just get together. the first time you guys finally breached the delicate line between more than ‘obviously pining friends’ was after an exciting rivalry game.

despite the strategic planning of annabeth–who clearly eyed the tension between the two of you–and the excellent swordsmanship, house ares had won the game because of you. You had been the one to distract luke castellan after clarisse had forced you to use your charms. it was fun to see the cute blush adorn his cheeks when you approached the head of the Hermes House.

“so, does this mean you agree to go out with me?” he breathed out, hands twirling his sword as he was once again bested by you in capturing the flag.

you laughed out, “i was just waiting for you to ask, castellan.”

no sooner after you had begun dating did the infamy of you two reach an all high around camp. how could it not? 

you two were the all anyone could talk about–the best of the best.

luke castellan was already the best swordsman at camp; a prodigy in the making. his brown curls and dimples only made him more popular among the girls and young teens. he was one of the highest placed leaders around camp; one of the few that clarisse actually respected and the one that annabeth regarded most. 

you were a gem in the rough: bold and brash at times, but calculating and quick-witted. you were the one to turn to when those around camp felt alone, always ready to take care of others and offer words of wisdom. you were a living definition of rules being broken and your power only highlighted the height of your placement around camp. 

when you two walked by, the eyes of the others strayed. newcomers learned of your names before they learned what exactly camp half blood was. 

when you threw your head back and laughed, people watched as Luke curled his lips in pride at being the one behind your laughter. when he sat round the fire and sang songs with the campers, you sat right beside him; head laying on his shoulder and hoping the moment would never end. he willingly allowed himself to lose camp games if only by your hand, time and time again.

yes, you were the it couple of camp half blood but none of that mattered, when he was the one for you.

#luke castellan x reader #pjo #percy jackon and the olympians #Luke x reader #percy jackson #annabeth chase #pjo series #pjo tv show #pjo fandom #luke castellan #the lightning thief #can you tell im obsessed with him? #charles bushnell

[luvjunie]

— braiding his hair

pairing: earth 42!miles x fem!reader

summary: Miles is very particular when it comes to how his hair looks, so he doesn’t let just anyone put their hands in his head. His mom has been braiding it for him since he was in middle school, and he’d found no reason to change routine until you’d randomly expressed interest one day. wc: 702

contains: fluff, fem!reader, envisioned as black!reader but not specified

word bank: “está bien, mi amor” - it’s okay, my love

You were dedicated on teaching yourself how to cornrow/dutch braid specifically for your boyfriend, Miles; having practiced on your little brother a few times before you proposed the idea. And while you could braid normally, you weren’t very well versed in braids to the scalp— those were an entirely different ballgame.

The first time he agreed to sit between your legs, handed you the rat tail comb, and simultaneously reached behind him to tug on his hair-tie and release his hair from the low ponytail it was in, you quickly understood why he kept it braided back. It was massive, and there was so much of it. Even with the sides of his hair faded you were still trying to figure out how it had this much volume. His curls were thick, coily in some places, silky and curled in others, falling just a bit below his shoulders. Hell, you were almost jealous.

It was as if he could read your mind from his seated position on the floor, his back to you, legs criss-crossed and you on his desk chair. “I got a lotta hair, huh?” He nearly felt the act of your hands experimentally hovering over the area, a chuckle falling from his lips before he asked you, “You sure you got it, Mami?” He turned just slightly to peer over his shoulder. “I can always ask my moms to-“

You hastily cut him off, “No, no!” Sounding a little more enthusiastic than you planned, heat spread up the expanse of your throat as you cleared it and sat up straighter, managing to instill some confidence in yourself. “I wanna try.”

And he’s more than willing to let you. You’re his girl after all, basically the only person he trusts other than his mother, so with a surrendered raise of his hands, he nods and leans back once again. “Aight then, do ya thing.”

It took a little longer than some simple braids should, and when you finally finished and reached forward to offer him the hand mirror, you had to restrain from anxiously nibbling at the skin on the inside of your lip. “How’d I do?” You queried quietly, hands gently resting over his lean shoulders.

You watched closely as he turned from cheek to cheek to look over your work in the mirror, brows raising in slight disbelief his bottom lip sticking out in a manner of approval as he nodded. “Damn, Ima little surprised, can’t lie.” He quipped, giving as much of a smile as someone like him gave. “You sure this your first time doing this?”

“I practiced on my little brother once or twice.” You shifted in your seat, the apples of your cheeks tight from your growing grin.“They’re not nearly as good as how your mom does them, though.” Your head tilted as you examined the plaits.

“No, está bien mi amor. They’re perfect, I fuck with them.” He set the mirror down next to him, leaning his head back to rest on your thighs.

“Really?” You felt excitement bubble in your stomach, heart swelling with pride as he expressed his satisfaction.

“Mhmm,” He hummed, long lashes fluttering up at you. “But what I like more is how you learned how to do it just for me. You gon’ be my new hairstylist, hermosa?” He licked his lips, and instantly you were distracted, his accent clinging onto his words as they rolled off his tongue.

You accidentally tuned out his question for a second, the smirk on his face and the way his eyes held contact with yours so intensely had your mind genuinely trying to wrap itself around how he looked this handsome even while upside down. “Hm?” You blinked away the thoughts, blushing when his impish grin widened, pearly whites peeking at your inability to concentrate. “Oh!- Yes… If you want me to be.” You nodded, a smile painting your face to match his.

- please do not copy, plagiarize, or repost my works on any other platform.

likes, comments, and reblogs are very appreciated!!

#miles morales fanfiction #prowler miles fanfic #earth 42 miles fluff #miles g morales #42 miles morales #earth 42 miles morales x reader #miles morales #earth 42 miles morales #miles morales x you #miles morales x reader #miles morales x y/n #across the spiderverse #spiderman atsv #atsv miles

[junkdrawerfics]

Simple Moment

I love Jasper Hale more than most things in my life.

Summary: Just a cute, fluffy moment with Jasper and his human, the reader. Mostly Bella and Alice talking about the two of you.

Word Count: 702

Warnings: None! Just fluff!

“So that’s Jasper’s girlfriend?” Bella asks Alice as they watch a familiar looking girl stride up to said vampire. She waggles her hand in front of the blond’s face, snapping him out of whatever thoughts he was stuck in. A small smile slips onto Bella’s lips as she watches him grin and murmur some greeting.

“Yep, that’s (Y/n),” Alice replies, smiling along fondly, “We met her just a year ago. She’s Jasper’s singer, like you’re Edward’s.”

Bella’s brows shoot up at this, “She’s human?” She knew that Jasper didn’t have complete control of his instincts yet, so the fact that he could be around someone whose blood is so tempting to him seems implausible. Yet there you are, pressing into his side with an adoring smile.

“Crazy huh?” Alice giggles at the gobsmacked look on her friend’s face, “Trust me, it wasn’t pretty at first. Jasper had to stay home for weeks because he couldn’t control himself at school.”

A question hangs on the tip of her tongue, but Bella keeps it to herself. It’s none of her business how they eventually came together, she imagines it might have been something similar to her and Edward’s story. Her curious eyes dart over to Jasper and the girl again. They’re settled down on the roots of a nearby tree, talking and smiling at each other. The softness of the moment strikes her. Had she ever seen the vampire look so carefree? Especially around a human?

“They’re cute, aren’t they?” The ravenette murmurs with a far away look, “She’ll be like us one day too, I’ve seen it, and they look so happy. She’s the one that helps him learn control. He’s even the one who changes her, I think. That part was still a little unclear.”

Bella looks at her with a smile, “It’s so cool that you’ve seen all of that.”

Alice shrugs but her smile betrays the pride she feels for her gift, “It has come to me over the months, not all together, you know. I’m just so happy he has someone now.”

Both look over at the couple again, fondness and genuine joy rolling off of them.

Jasper smiles slightly, eyes darting over to the pair.

“What is it?” You ask, glancing around the blonde to see his sister and the new girl staring at the two of you. A dark blush is quick to cover your face, which you hide in his shoulder.

Jasper chuckles lightly, pressing an adoring kiss to the crown of your head, “No worries, darlin’, they’re happy you’re here.”

You peak up at him with a small, teasing grin, “Really? And how do you feel, huh?”

The blonde raises an eyebrow at you, one of his oh so charming smirks pulling at the corner of his lips, “Why, it’s a pleasure to have you by my side, ma’am.”

Your teasing smile melts into a sigh and you bury your face back into his shoulder. Just his voice alone sets free a flock of butterflies in your chest. You’re probably as red as a tomato again.

“Don’t call me ma’am, makes me feel old,” you grumble to try and hide just how flustered his words made you feel.

“My apologies,” you can hear the grin in his voice, “...ma’am.”

You punch him in the side, knowing all too well that it won’t actually hurt him, but at least the intention is there. Jasper just chuckles again and pulls away to look at your bright face.

“I’m just teasin’ darlin’,” he hums, “You get riled up so easy.”

“You’re so mean.” You pout, scrunching your nose up at him.

The vampire only grins and leans close to press his cold lips against your forehead. Eyes fluttering closed, you take a moment to just savor the feeling. You never want it to go away. You never want him to go away.

“I love you, Jasper,” you mumble as you tuck back into his side.

He pulls you close, enveloped in your scent but so stricken with the genuine emotions rolling off you that it doesn’t even seem to bother him.

“I love you too, darlin’.” The words are soft, spoken so only you will hear him.

#jasper hale #jasper hale x reader #jasper whitlock #x reader #reader #reader insert #twilight #twilight saga #vampire #jasper whitlock x reader #i love him

[bangaveragewhitewine]

baby, do you want to come home with me?

Eddie Munson x Reader

Giving in to the tension feels good

Word count: 702

Contents: Making out. Pre-smut and getting handsy in a bathroom. Female reader (one use of 'her'). Title from Wet Dream, by Wet Leg.

Author’s note: This has been sitting half-finished in my docs named 'untilted eddie make out' for well over a month. It's barely read-over or edited, but here you go, Eddie girls. Come get your man!

His breath is hot against your lips, tinged with smoke and hops. That smokey scent blends with spicy aftershave and the earthy fug of green. Every molecule of you feels aflame, sparked by the slide of his tongue against yours and the gentle command he leads with. He is addictive and you need another taste. 

After weeks of tension building, attraction growing stronger each time you saw each other instead of waning, you both gave in tonight. And oh are you glad you did. 

Eddie smiles when your mouths meet again; another deep kiss to make you melt between him and the scuffed brick wall at your back. He holds you tighter, closer, and presses up against you to make sure you don’t trickle away into a puddle or twirl off back to the dance floor with your ‘come get me’ eyes. He wants you a little longer and fancies his chances of getting to take you home tonight. 

He need not worry; the only place you're going is to find a cab, then home to your place or to his. The music is less loud here, but the base rumbles between your twisted-together bodies.

You can feel him, thick and hard and warm against you through double layers of denim - his and hers. There is buttery leather and surprisingly soft curls beneath your fingers, the sharp line of his flexed jaw and the cool hardware on his jacket. He makes you feel greedy for wanting all of it, all of him, the soft and the hard parts (but especially the hard part tonight). 

He makes this little noise when you tug his hair and his jaw falls slack when your nails catch on his scalp just right. You make a note of that for later as he licks into your mouth again, making you keen for him as he pairs that slow deep slide with the firm press of his thigh between your legs that feels so good. Your hips take up a slow roll, encouraged and steadied by his hand at the top of your ass and the perfect press of your jeans right there.

You’re not sure where he begins or where you end anymore, with blurred edges and winding limbs even when you break for breath briefly. A hammering fist on the door is just about enough to halt your kisses - but only after a couple of tries on the handle and an unsuccessful first knock. 

“Hello?!! Come on, man, I need to piss!” 

“Hold the fuck on.” 

Eddie’s voice is rough, a sharp pissed-off bark that echoes around the bar bathroom as you hide your warm face against his chest and give in to a dose of the giggles.

“Somethin’ funny?” he asks, soft just for you. 

His smile is stained with your lipstick, and you do your best to swipe the worst of it away with your thumb as you float back down to earth. He does a little to fix the smear below your lip, tender from kissing and the nip of Eddie’s sharp teeth. 

“I think they’re going to know…” you murmur, resisting the urge to take one more taste for yourself.

There will be no hiding it from whoever is banging on the door, whoever is queued up behind them with their full bladders and baggies of coke. It was not like either of you were subtle enough to fool your friends, even before you both disappeared together tonight. Not with your matching stained mouths, or Eddie’s tighter-now jeans. Not when you leave together tonight and arrive for breakfast together in the morning.

“Is that so bad?” 

You give in to that need for one more kiss, slow and sweet unlike the last one. It says enough to answer his question. 

Loud music and the sound of your own heart beating hard are not quite enough to drown out the complaints and wolf-whistles as you leave the locked bathroom together. Eddie leads again with confidence, bolstered by your lipstick on his face and your hand in his back pocket. Neither of you miss how the table of your friends raise their bottles and glasses as you pass them, a few bills exchanged for bets placed as you go find that cab and decide ‘your place or mine?’ 

Thank you for reading 🖤 Reblogs, likes & comments are loved and cherished

#eddie munson #bangaveragefics #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x fem reader #eddie munson x y/n #stranger things fic #eddie munson smut

[t0yac1d]

IF YOU'RE STILL WRITING FOR JJ MAYBANK COULD I REQUEST LIKE.. A CAMPING SMUT? LIKE OKAY, THE POGUES WENT ON A CAMPING TRIP AND AFTER EVERYONE STARTED TO GO INTO THEIR TENTS THE READER AND JJ ARE TRYING TO STAY QUIET AS THEY YK.. 🤭 AND SHE CAN'T SO HE COVERS HER MOUTH BUT THEN HE'S JS LIKE "Fuck it" BC HE CAN'T STAY QUIET EITHER SO THEY JS GO AT IT??

OHMAMI (JJ Maybank x F!Reader)

Warnings: Smut (duh lmao), p in v, choking, praise

Notes: I'll forever write for our man don't worry about the "ifs" baby

Word Count: 702

It was a quiet night, the only noises that were heard were the sounds of wildlife, the water, and the pouge's heavy and light snores. You guys went swimming, hiked, played volleyball and many other games. Everyone was exhausted after the very active day. Everyone except you and JJ.

You guys have been riled up and horny for hours, just wanting some alone time even just enough for a quickie but how could you get alone time when the whole group just stuck together for the whole day.

But, at last, you guys got your time alone, sadly it's in your shared tent...right next to the group...

On top of the noise of wild life, water and the snores, your soft whines and whimpers were filling the air. You knew you had to be quiet, you wouldn't want to get caught. But it was so hard to when he was hitting every spot that made you want to scream his name until you lose your voice.

But you can't, you can't risk getting caught because of how embarrassing it'll be.

You guys lied on your sides, JJ's hips snapped against your ass his arm wrapped around your waist to keep you close against his chest. Your nails dug into his thighs, leaving crescent shapes in the skin. You were trying your hardest to keep quiet, or at least keep the noise low, very low. But it was sooooo hard to.

"Baby you gotta be quiet..do you wanna wake them up?" he asked, rubbing circles on your clit. You shook your head moaning, JJ moved a hand up to your mouth, covering it and muffling your moans. His hips never stopped, instead his pace grew.

Your moans, whimpers and whines were low, quiet- or as quiet as you could keep them.

You felt like you were going to explode, you felt the need to be loud, to let everyone know that JJ was fucking you good. You continued to clench around him, you whimpered against his hand.

"You feel s'good fuck you're sucking me in..fuck!"

You moved his hand from your mouth, "Gotta be quiet r-remember.."

He pulled out and put you on your back, "Yeah..I remember.." he mumbled, lining himself up and pushing himself in with one thrust almost causing you to scream out his name. Your hand flew up to your mouth when he pounded into you.

"Move your hand, I wanna hear you."

"T-They're gonna hear though.." you whined, back arching and legs wrapping around the blonde's waist. "So? Let them, I don't care anymore, please? Please let me hear you." he pleaded.

Hesitantly, you moved your hand from your mouth. JJ smiled and began rubbing on your clit, enticing moans from you.

His hand wrapped around your throat, "Good girl, let them hear these pretty moans."

He stared down at you, wondering why he even told you to keep quiet in the first place. He's such an idiot sometimes.

He felt his cock twitch and his core tighten. Moving his hand from your throat to the empty space next to your head he leaned down. You wrapped your arms around his neck and held him close. He kissed, bit and sucked your neck, leaving dark marks on your soft, beautiful skin.

"I'm gonna cum..fuck fuck fuck!" you babbled, tugging on your boyfriend's hair. "I know, baby, I know. Go ahead and cum for me, princess."

Your legs tightened around him as you came. It wasn't long until he came too, gripping your hip and thigh, painting your walls with his cum.

You panted and sighed, feeling him pull out. He leaned back and watched his cum ooze out of your hole. "Weirdo.." you quietly chuckled, closing your legs.

JJ lied on top of you, pulling you close as you two fell asleep.

The next morning you guys got dressed and stepped out the tent. The group sat around the twinkie and ate some breakfast, conversing with one another. "You'd think you guys would keep it down considering we're outside." John B. said. "Shut up man, you know you guys liked it." JJ cackled.

One thing JJ learned is that he's bit of a hypocrite.

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[supernovafics]

The I’ll be there for you series is ace! 🥵 I’d love a funny blurb about Steve walking in on reader and she’d just go out the shower! Steve would be so flustered. Kinda reminds me of when Chandler saw Rachel naked 😂

𝐋𝐄𝐓’𝐒 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐈𝐓

"i'll be there for you" universe masterlist

pairing: bestfriend!roommate!steve harrington x fem!reader

word count: 702 words

warnings: explicit language

summary: in which a very awkward moment occurs when you’re late for class 

author's note: thank you for the request!! i loved this idea lol

general note: everything in this universe/series can be read as standalone oneshots but to understand the full “lore” it would prob be best to read the other stuff too<333

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Fall 1985

You were already running late for your nine-thirty class, so you thought you might as well make your lateness worth it. 

You decided to actually put an effort into picking out an outfit for the day before taking a longer shower than usual because why not?

Twenty minutes later, you were pulling your towel from around you and starting to wipe the mirror to clear the steam from it, when the bathroom door abruptly opened.

Steve started walking in, gaze first meeting your immediate confused one. His eyes then glanced down for the briefest of moments before he quickly jumped back and slammed the door shut. “Oh. Fuck. Shit.”

“What the hell just happened?” Your bathroom door was now firmly closed, but you were still staring at it with wide eyes as you wrapped your towel back around you. 

“I’m sorry.” You heard Steve’s voice. “I thought you weren’t here because you’re usually gone and headed to your nine-thirty class by now. And I ran out of body wash, so I was coming in to steal yours. It’s nine-fifteen, why aren’t you at class right now?”

He was rambling and you didn’t have to actually see him to know that he looked so flustered right then. If you weren’t still completely thrown and in shock by the entire current situation, you might’ve laughed. 

“I woke up late and decided to just take my time instead of rushing,” You explained, making sure your voice was loud enough as you went back into the shower to grab something. “This professor is barely ever on time anyway.” 

“Oh, okay.” 

You opened the door and Steve immediately turned around. “Don’t worry, I have a towel on now.” He faced you again and you handed over your body wash. “I hope you enjoy smelling like lavender and vanilla for the day.”

“Thank you. I will,” He said, evading your eyes and keeping his gaze fixed on your bedroom floor. You could still see how red his cheeks were. “Once again, I’m sorry.” 

“It’s fine,” You told him. In that moment it didn’t necessarily feel fine— your best friend had just seen you fucking naked for goodness sake— but you knew that it would eventually feel fine, and you didn’t want to make things weirder than they were. So, you instead decided to make a joke. “I’ll just have to see your little Harrington one day to make things even.”

Somehow, Steve’s face turned an even brighter shade of red. 

“Steve, I’m kidding. Obviously,” You said as you readjusted your towel a bit, holding it firmly shut around you with just one hand so that you could use the other to poke your best friend standing in front of you. “Stop being weird and awkward about this. You saw me naked for a second, whatever, that’s okay.” You thought about your words for a second. “Okay, it’s not “okay,” but it will be. Let’s just forget this ever happened.”

He nodded after a second and you let out a happy sigh in relief, muttering out a quick, “Great.” You were about to turn around and go back into the bathroom but Steve started talking before you could. 

“Y’know, if seeing my… stuff is what it takes to restore balance between us, then we should do that,” He said and hearing the playful tilt in his voice made you smile. 

“I honestly think that if I saw your little Harrington right now it would just make things even more weird than they already are.”

“Okay, in that case, I’ll keep my pants on,” He told you and you laughed a bit. “It’s also not little, by the way.”

Now it was your turn for your cheeks to warm in awkwardness. You rolled your eyes as you finally turned away from him and started heading back into the bathroom. “Ew, oh God, please get out of my room. I didn’t need to know that, and you’re giving me way too many scarring visuals now.” 

When you closed the door behind you, you heard Steve say, “Oh, and we’re definitely taking this moment to the grave.”

You nodded even though he couldn’t see you. “Of course. I thought that was obvious.”

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let me know ur thoughts<333

(requests are open for stuff you wanna see in the universe/series!🫶🏾)

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[neteyamsoare]

Do you write headcanons? In case it's a yes, can you write Tonowari and Ronal headcanons? I LOVE their dynamic. Thank u🧡

Their Firstborn.

༉‧₊˚. Featuring. Tonowari x Ronal & Daughter! Reader.

༉‧₊˚. Summary. Ronal and Tonowari couldn’t be any more excited after hearing the arrival of their firstborn.

༉‧₊˚. General Tags. Fluff.

༉‧₊˚. Content Warnings. Pregnancy and slight fear at the end.

༉‧₊˚. Word Count. 702.

༉‧₊˚. Index. Tiyawn — [Love], Yawne — [beloved], Syulang — [Flower], Tsahik — [the spiritual leader of a Na'vi clan], and Olo'eyktan — [clan leader].

༉‧₊˚. Notes. Thank you anon for this request, I hope you liked it as much as I did as I was writing it. If you weren't expecting this then please feel free to request again but be specific in what you want it to feature.

༉‧₊˚. Extra. Comments, likes, and reblogs are highly appreciated but not pressured. 🤍

༉‧₊˚. Starred Links. Navigation + Masterlist + Prompts + Taglist

➱ The day Ronal found out she was pregnant with you was the best news she could ever receive with you being her first child.

➱ She quickly rushed to tell Tonowari that no matter how busy he was, he needed to know. Ronal waits for no one. 

➱ “Yawne, what is so important that you had to drag me away from hunting?” Tonowari asks, a bit worried as he looks down at his mate who has a big smile on her face while tears fill her eyes.

➱ “We’re having a baby,” she says as the tears fall down her cheeks, she takes his hand and puts it over her stomach, she looks up at him, his eyes filling with tears as he can’t believe that his dream of having a little one was finally becoming true. They shared a long embrace that day. 

➱ Since the news, they’ve been patiently waiting for your arrival.

➱ Tonowari being the lovely husband he is, tended to Ronal’s every care, craving, and support she needed not being able to lift a finger when he was around.

➱ She did scold him that she could do some things by herself, she was pregnant but not sick, Tonowari was a bit scared but understood and backed off- only a little.

➱ Tonowari would sing to you every morning before he had to leave to deal with his daily duties of being Olo’eyktan while rubbing Ronal’s belly. “I’m so sorry my sweet baby but your father is not a good singer,” she thought to herself as she looked down at her mate. 

➱ After he left, she sang to you as she rubbed her belly. “Don’t worry my sweet child, Mama got you, she always will.”

➱ Ronal would make special jewelry for you to wear when you make your appearance, picking out the prettiest shells and pearls so you were her precious little jewel. 

➱ The day you arrived, they were so excited to hear you cry and as you were placed in Ronal’s arms, she gently held you supporting your head, and rocked you a bit while Tonowari held your tiny hand “What should we call her, tiyawn?” he says while never taking his eyes off you. 

➱ “How about y/n?” She says looking up at him as tears roll down his eyes. 

➱ “Y/n is perfect.” He smiles at her and looks back at you as you look up at them with an adorable curious face. 

Bonus - You as a toddler.

You were definitely a mama’s girl, always around her while she did her job as tsahik. She would carry you around with her as she made sure her people were doing alright, and you would never cause trouble with her, you were mostly quiet. 

Your father on the other hand, you love giving him trouble, out of love of course. You were his little troublemaker. When he first took watch on you, he had brought you down to the beach so you could feel the touch of sand. 

When he put you down, you were so fascinated by the texture, how soft it felt on your legs. You let out a giggle that made a smile appear on your father’s face as he watched you. Someone had gotten your father’s attention to say hi and by time he looked back to where you were sitting, you were gone which immediately struck fear in him.

“Where is she - Ronal’s is going to skin me alive - how could I lose my daughter the first time I take watch on her?” thoughts flooding his mind one after the other as he looked around frantically until he saw you near the ocean softly patting a baby ilu that came to greet you. He lets out a long breath that he’s been holding in as he makes his way toward you. When he reaches next to you, he immediately picks you up and hugs you tightly which makes you smile at the hold of your father. “I can tell you’re going to be the death of me, syulang.” he looks down at you as you look up at him with a smile.

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[moumouton4]

Ssh You have To Keep Quiet || Kakashi Hatake x fem!reader

A/n : Prompt 21 of the Smutember 2023 ( Seems like I'm back on track )

The list of prompts is HERE

Smutember 2023 Masterlist ⚜

Warnings : wall sex, slight exhibitionism, longing, mention of having children, 18+ READERS ONLY and wrap it before you tap it

Masterlist ⚜

I don’t give permission to repost my work, if you want to share it just reblogue it

Word count : 702

It wasn't supposed to happen like this. You didn’t know he could even be like this. Maybe his compulsive reading of Icha Icha finally started to give him some wicked ideas. Because nothing could explain why he was currently fucking you in an alley, between two houses, only 10 minutes before having to go on a long mission with Team 7.

It all started because you offered to accompany him to the gates before he has to go on his 4-month mission. You didn’t know why at this time a wicked grin drew itself under his mask. He didn’t say anything at that time. Even when you walked in the streets. Well until he said “You know you’re going to miss me, don’t you ?” he said, his arm holding your waist a bit tighter.

You chuckled, unaware of his intentions “Of course I will. Won’t you ?” you asked, without any second thought.

“Ooh more than anything Sweetheart” he purred as his pace got faster, his long legs leading you both further away from the main path.

“You don’t seem convinced” he sent you a mischievous glance as you chuckled at his antics “I’ll just show you then" and suddenly you felt him drag you in a nearby alley.

That’s how you found yourself there, pinned against the wall, his hardness pressing against your already heated core. He didn’t lose any more time to free his rock hard member before penetrating you almost as soon. His lips crashed against yours as one of his hand easily held your hips up while the other grounded itself in the wall to support the force with which he was railing you. 

But gosh it was so incredibly hard to keep it down, his dick was just so well endowed and the fact that he was this aroused only made it bigger to take. He fucked you like it was the last time, his pace never relenting as the decisive hour of his departure came closer.

“Ssh you have to keep quiet” he purred against your neck “Someone may hear and then it’s going to be a big problem” but he somehow thrusted even faster as if daring you not to make a sound.

You started screaming his name and he swiftly pulled his hand from the wall back to your mouth. The friction with the wall started to burn your back but you couldn't care less when he was so deliciously filling you “Fuck ! You. Are. So. Tight.“ he punctuated his words with deep, rough thrusts, the head of his cock kissing your cervix.

It didn’t take long for him to finish inside you, rubbing your clit in fast circles to help you reach the edge of climax just in time for you to milk the remnant of essence of his member “I’m going to miss this” he whispered, his rapid breath fanning over your lips as his forehead rested against yours. He held your body close to his, clearly not willing to let go anytime soon.

Though when he looked up he saw that the sun was clearly indicating that 6 pm approached and that he had to get read “I”ll be back before you even have time to catch your breath”

“You better because I wouldn’t have it any other way” you said softly, as he gently lowered you back to the ground. He tucked himself back in his pants as he waited for you to smooth your clothes and hair, and get ready to get out of the alley that witnessed a blink of your shared intimacy.

You walked to the gate hand in hand grateful for having each other. A last brief and hidden kiss was exchanged and a long hug before he ruffled your hair and turned his back to leave with his team. It was clear that after so many years as a ninja he just wanted to quit and start thinking about building a family with you. Little did you know that this was probably his last mission before he would finally come back to you forever and ever ready to fulfill your now growing need to become a family.

#naruto #naruto imagine #naruto smut #naruto shippuden #naruto shippuden imagine #naruto shippuden smut #kakashi hatake #kakashi hatake imagine #kakashi hatake x reader #kakashi hatake smut #kakashi x reader #kakashi smut #smut #smutember 2023 #miri-writes

[little-miss-dilf-lover]

Hey just wondering if you still write for tangerine? If you do I was hoping you’d write one about tangerine having to most sweetest and kindest wife and everyone always wondering how could she marry a big grump like him? Like tangerine is on a job and he’s due back in a few days and these men have been sent to kidnap his wife and she sees them infront of her house and goes out asking if they are lost and invites them inside for some tea and makes them lunch and they end up leaving without her because of how sweet she was and tangerine comes back recognising the men leaving the house and his wife waving goodbye to them lol if that makes sense thank you

yes bb, still write for him. this is such a cute and funny idea!! thank you for requesting, hope you like it💌 reader is very mother in this

ROSE-TINTED VIEW.

tangerine x fem!reader — fluff

word count. 702

Some people see the worst in others, but not you. You often view the world and those around you through a pair of rose-tinted glasses, only ever seeing the good in everything. Some may call you unrealistic, but you wouldn't call it that - you liked to think of it as optimism. It's something needed within the world, especially to your pessimistic counterpart of a husband.

You were having a home day, chilling and lounging around the house, waiting for Tangerine's return from work when you see a few construction workers appear on your driveway. That wasn't who they were, but you'd never know that.

You see them lingering for a few minutes before you head to the front door and open it. "You guys alright?" you ask, stepping outside and onto the porch. "You lost?"

"No, we're good. Thanks," one of them speaks, exchanging looks with the others. 

"Just waiting for our tool van," another adds, slapping his 'co-worker' when he began to whisper.

"Do you want to wait inside? It's going to rain soon, you'll catch a cold," you question, looking up at the sky - gesturing to the approaching grey clouds.

The men whisper amongst themselves, nudging each other with small laughs. "If you don't mind," the first speaks, nodding his 'co-workers' along.

"No, not at all. Come on in," you wave the men over, opening the door wider so they'd all fit past. You close the door behind them and notice the heavy fall of rain. "Just missed it," you chuckle, walking past them and into the kitchen. "Was about to put the kettle on. What can I get you? Teas? Coffees?"

The men exchange a few more glances - a quizzical raise of the brows upon your amiable questions. "Four teas, please, love," one of them speaks.

"I'll put milk and sugar on the table, and you can help yourselves," you gesture to the middle of the dining table in which they all sat around.

You head back into the kitchen, preparing and making cups of tea, grabbing a couple of packs of biscuits to take through. You place the mugs in front of them all - adding milk, sugar and cookies in the centre. The men thank you, smiling courteously at you.

"Can I get you guys something to eat, something fresh? Sandwiches? Oh, I bought a baguette this morning from the market— well, it's actually for my husband, but he won't mind. It'll go lovely with some deli meats. We actually have some in, all fresh from down the road," you offer, heading back into the kitchen. "You know what, I'll just make a big spread, and you can all help yourselves— anything that doesn't get eaten, you can take home."

You make a start on the sandwiches, creating a few different types for them all to graze on - taking in some extra cereal bars, fruits and bags of crisps. You make a sandwich for yourself and pull a chair to sit at the head of the table, talking casually with the strangers at your table.

After a while, the rain began to calm, and the men gathered their things to leave. You handed them small tinfoil parcels with extra food before waving them off, watching them move past Tan's car that was driving up the driveway. 

"Who're they?" Tangerine asks as he steps out of his car, staring the van down until it's out of view. 

"I don't know, some construction workers," you shrug, opening your arms to him - silently welcoming him home. "Good day?" you ask, pressing a kiss into his cheek.

He hums, seemingly distracted from the dark logoless van. "Did you?" he asks, draping an arm over your shoulder as you walk inside - side hugging you.

"Yes, very good, thanks. Went to the farmer's market this morning— got some pastries, oh and some jams. You'll love them," you smile, wrapping an arm around the middle of his back. "You hungry?" you ask, placing your spare hand over his tummy. 

"A little," he softly chuckles, silently admiring your sweetness. 

You press another kiss into his cheek, soothing over his dishevelled hair. "You go shower, I'll whip you up something."

psa, don't invite strangers into your home

#tangerine #tangerine x reader #tangerine bullet train #tangerine fluff

[palioom]

day twenty-six - overstimulation

pairing: oberyn martell x f!reader

word count: 702

warnings: 18+ content; no use of y/n; overstimulation, fingering, squirting, multiple orgasms, oral (f receiving)

• kinktober 2023 masterlist •

“My Prince, please- Ah!” 

He could get drunk off of her sweet wails alone, grinning above her as he ripped another orgasm from her, only her third this night. Fingers expertly working her to completion, brushing over her clit again and again while his other hand pinched and tugged at her hardened nipple.

Looking so beautiful in his bed, writhing and trembling, a thing layer of sweat covering her skin, her hair stuck to her forehead. So blissed out, whining in pain when he didn’t let up.

“Please what, little dove?” Oberyn asked, his fingers dipping deeper to plunge into her wet, aching cunt instead, rapidly thrusting his thick fingers in and out of her. Stroking along her walls, not leaving her time between peaks to recover. “Speak clearly for me.”

She tried to, her mind spinning as her fourth orgasm approached fast, fisting the sheets below her, everything too much but also not enough, feeling nothing but the pleasurable pain he gave her.

Did she want him to stop? Did she want him to continue?

She couldn’t tell anymore, his fingers curling into that spongy spot inside of her that made her see stars, stroking it over and over while she cried out. Tears running down her cheeks and her eyes rolling into the back of her head as her body trembled and arched off the mattress.

“Please, please! My Prince!” Her voice was hoarse from crying out for him, breathy and high-pitched. “Gods, please!”

He smiled, his hand squeezing her breast hard before trailing down her body in featherlight movements.

“My little dove, you aren’t speaking clearly.” Oberyn cooed, saccharine sweet, taking pleasure in her fucked out state, driving her into overstimulation again and again. “Please what? I do not know what my dove needs, but she seems to enjoy what I’m giving her.”

When his fingers touched her clit, her fifth orgasm crashed into her with such a force that she forgot how to breathe for a moment. Gushing all over his fingers, vaguely aware of the wet sounds while her mind floated on a cloud, only able to whimper and moan.

“I suppose you wished for more, my lovely dove.” He said, watching in awe how she came all over his fingers, slowly kneeling in between her spread legs. “So more I shall give you.”

She cried out when his mouth found her soaked cunt, tongue flicking over her clit again and again, pulling his fingers out of her so he could lick inside of her sweet, pulsing hole.

It was too much, her hands coming up to tug at his hair, trying to move him away from her.

Her skin on fire, every touch too much, hurting her.

But he was relentless, his nose bumping into her clit as he ate her out like a man starved, and it didn’t take long until the sixth peak hit her, coming with a silent cry all while he lapped up what she gave him.

“So sweet, my dove.” He cooed, continuing his pleasurable assault as her body twitched, his fingers digging into her skin. “Your sounds, your juices, everything about you so much sweeter than any Dornish wine could be.”

Sucking at her clit, there was another one.

Seven. He finally stopped at seven, grinning down at her with the widest grin she had ever seen on his face, proud of his work on her, skin flushed and sweaty and drunk on his fingers and mouth.

Breathing hard, her mind still far away from here as she finally thought herself safe from him.

Safe from his talented body, enjoying this as much as she felt close to breaking.

“Oh, my love.” Oberyn said, making her attention return to him. Like he could read her mind, she already knew this was far from over. “I am not done with you yet. There are so many more ways I can make you cum for me. And I wish for you to discover them all.”

Eyes wide, she sobbed. Exhausted and her aching hole throbbing, she couldn’t imagine taking more than she already had.

But she would, for him.

For him she would take all the painful pleasure he could give her.

#oberyn martell #prince oberyn #oberyn nymeros martell #oberyn x reader #oberyn martell x reader #oberyn martell fanfiction #oberyn martell x you #oberyn martell smut #pedro pascal #pedro pascal characters #pedro pascal fandom #pedro pascal fanfiction #pedro pascal x reader #pedro pascal smut #kinktober 2023 #my writing

[lilac-witch]

Ebullience - Cassian x Reader

masterlist

Summary: Y/n tells Cassian they're expecting. (Eudaemonia - Part 2) Meaning: "an intense feeling of excitement and enthusiasm" Word Count: 702 Warnings: Mentions of pregnancy.

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They hadn't been trying. But at the same time, they hadn't done anything to prevent it either.

Having only been mated to Cassian for over five years, the topic of children hadn't been so much as touched. Both Y/n and Cassian had been more than content to take the role of doting uncle and aunt in Nyx's life.

And yet now, Y/n found herself lying on a table in Madja's shop, trying to come to terms with it all.

A baby...

They were having a baby...

A squeeze to Y/n's hand brought her out of her thoughts, and she turned to see Madja's gentle, knowing smile.

"Everything happens for a reason dear, remember that."

The words resonated through Y/n's head the entire way home. So distracted by this new information, that she didn't hear the beating of powerful wings before a body landed beside hers.

Y/n jumped, hands circling around her stomach out of instinct.

"Mother above Az, are you trying to give me a heart attack?"

Azriel's brows furrowed in confusion.

"You didn't hear me coming?"

Y/n blushed. She was hardly ever caught off guard. Cassian had trained her well, and Azriel knew this for a fact.

Suddenly, Azriel sniffed the air, and his confusion quickly melted into pure excitement.

"Are you really?" he asked, a bright smile lighting up his tanned face.

Y/n sighed. She'd been hoping Cassian would be the first to know, but Cauldron knew that this family wasn't known for secrets being kept secret. News always travelled amongst them.

"Yes, but you can't tell anyone. Cassian doesn't know yet."

Azriel nodded in understanding before offering her his arm.

"I'll walk you home."

"Overprotective, Illyrian bastards," Y/n said, rolling her eyes playfully.

Azriel's grin simply widened as they walked through the streets of Velaris.

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"Is it true? Are you pregnant?"

Y/n almost fell off the kitchen stool when Rhysand suddenly appeared before her, having winnowed from Cauldron knows where.

"Azriel told you didn't he?" she asked, pinching the skin between her brows in irritation.

The shield she had erected would be useless if her family couldn't keep their mouths shut.

Rhysand's smile only grew.

"So it is true! Congratulations sister!" he said, embracing her.

It brought Y/n great comfort, to know that this babe would be loved unconditionally.

"I don't suppose this means you'll let Cass come home early from his mission, will you?" she asked as they separated.

"As a matter of fact, your mate is on his way now."

Y/n beamed.

He was coming home. He was coming home to her. He was coming home to them.

Y/n watched Rhysand walk towards the kitchen door.

"Oh, I've also had a few warriors placed at the front door. For safety you know," Rhysand said, narrowly missing the shoe Y/n flung at him.

"Overprotective, Illyrian bastards..." she muttered to herself.

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It was late into the evening when Cassian returned to their home. Y/n had been sitting on the couch when their front door opened, revealing the massive form of her mate.

"Hello, my love," she said as she stood up from her spot, walking over to embrace the large male.

Cassian gladly took her in his arms, breathing in her citrus scent. Not even a moment later, he froze.

With her head buried in his shoulder, Y/n could barely hold back her grin. She'd dropped the shield seconds after he'd returned home, allowing him to identify the difference in her scent.

Gently, Cassian manoeuvred them so that they were looking each other in the eye.

The sight of him was beautiful. Tan skin flushed with joy. Hazel eyes watering slightly but overflowing with love. And his smile...

His smile was simply breathtaking.

"I'm going to be a dad?" he managed to choke out, the tears now openly flowing down his face.

Y/n felt her own tears begin to soak her cheeks.

"You're going to be a dad, Cassian," she said, a palm coming up to brush the tears from his face.

He let out a breathy laugh, wrapping her in his muscled arms.

"Thank you... You've made me the happiest male alive."

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Second post complete :) I just want to thank everyone from the bottom of my heart for all the love given to Aesthete. I could have only imagined so many of you loving it, and it brings me so much joy to see. Just a reminder, my inbox is open, so please feel free to send through your requests :)

#cassian #acotar #cassian x reader #lord of bloodshed #cassian x you

[rainsoakedphoenix]

lights, please

pairing: f!reader x matt sturniolo

wc: 702

summary: you and matt watch a horror movie and now you're scared to be in the dark

requested?/notes: no! - i just watched a scary movie with a friend tonight and came up with this, enjoy (this came out a lot longer than i thought it would, wow)

you covered your face with your hoodie-clad hands for what felt like the millionth time tonight. you were watching a horror movie that your boyfriend matt picked out for your weekly date night. most date nights you'll go out to eat, go for a walk in the park and talk while you hold hands, or even take a late night drive while you sing off-key to each other. but tonight was just a simple cozy night in with a few movies. at least, as cozy as it could be with you jumping out of your skin every few minutes.

matt lightly chuckles at you each time, gently taking you by the arms and pulling you into his chest as he murmurs a "are you sure you're fine watching this, baby? i can put on something else."

but you, as much as even the tamest horror movie terrifies you, are determined to finish what you've already started. you curl yourself into his side, cautiously peeking through your fingers which cover your face for most of the movie, and nod your head at him with a "yeah, i'm okay. it's almost over right?" he quickly assures you it is, wrapping his arms around your neck and laying his head over yours as you finish the rest of the movie.

"that monster was ugly as fuck."

matt laughs at your words, smiling down at you as you begin to untangle yourself from him to get off the couch. he gets up after you, turning the tv off and folding up the blanket you used as you walk to the hallway bathroom.

you pause as you reach the beginning of the darkened hallway, an uneasy feeling arising in your stomach. "hey matt?"

"yes love?" he looks up at the sound of his name, having just placed the folded blanket on the back of the couch.

you point in the direction of the bathroom, your other hand playing with the strings of your hoodie in comfort. "can you go turn a light on for me please?"

he smiles in amusement, making his way towards the bathroom to turn the light on for you.

your body moves to face him as he's walking, and just before you begin to step after him, he turns around suddenly with his fingers lightly curled. "boo!"

you let out a short scream, covering your mouth afterwards as you let your body sink to the floor in shock for a few seconds.

"matt, fuck you! i can't believe you would do that to me," you yell, but you couldn't hide the slight amusement on your face. as much as you hated being scared, especially right after watching a scary movie, you had to admit he got you good.

he started to apologize, but you didn't stick around to hear it since you really had to use the bathroom now.

upon walking out you see matt standing up against the kitchen counter, and he immediately puts his phone away and looks up at you when he hears the door open, arms outstretched to hold you as he helps close the gap between you two.

"i'm really sorry angel." he kisses the top of your head before briefly resting his on yours once more.

"yeah that was mean. you should really make it up to me." you lift your head up to look at him, causing him to do the same.

"anything you want, i'll do it."

you purse your lips in thought for a minute, even though you already know what you want. "i wanna watch shrek, and you can play with my hair until i fall asleep."

"how did i know?" he smiles at you, leaning down to press a lingering kiss to your lips.

"you can go first, since you're braver. but if you scare me like that again matt, so help me god i will smite you." you point at him with your finger on his chest in mock anger, causing him to breathe a laugh as he takes your hand off his chest and presses a gentle kiss to your knuckles before interlocking your fingers, staring into your eyes as he does so.

"i won't do it again, i promise."

#rainsoakedphoenix #sturniolo triplets #matt sturniolo #matt sturniolo x reader #matthew sturniolo

[appleinyoureye]

BSD │ Sweet Dreams to the One I Love

Summary: how they cuddle you to sleep! (and if they're a pain in the ass in the actual act of sleeping)

Fandom: Bungou Stray Dogs

Characters: Atsushi Nakajima, Dazai Osamu, Kunikida Doppo, Ranpo Edogawa, Tanizaki Junichiro, Akiko Yosano

Word Count: 702

Type: headcanons

Atsushi

Since he’s never received any good forms of physical contact, at first he’s a bit scared. So frightened that he almost falls down from bed, because he’s afraid to be close to you. You need to introduce him to this type of feeling, slowly assure him that you’re not here to hurt him. Even if you’re really close on a daily basis, Atsushi’s still hesitant, since during sleep he’s completely vulnerable. But after a few nights together, he’s the most cuddly person on the whole planet. Big spoon, loves to hug you from behind and has that strong ass dead grip, not letting you go anywhere. He’s never slept so calmly before, and he doesn’t plan on losing it.

Dazai

Dazai likes to cuddle before sleep. He rubs your back, arms, plays with your hair and loves to pepper your skin with tiny kisses. He also wants all of this in return. However, once you say the final “goodnight”, everything changes. This little bitch turns around so that you’re facing his back, gripping the duvet as hard as he can. You can be sure that he steals most of it to himself, and that there’s no way of taking it back, because after only a few seconds you can hear him snore (you also know that he’s only pretending, but there’s nothing you can do about it). Hug him from behind and hope that the night will be a warm one, because you’ll be completely fucked otherwise. 

Kunikida

He’s not a big fan of cuddling. Little gears keep turning in his head, thoughts on a loop: “It would be kind of inappropriate. Would it be improper?” It’s not like he doesn’t mind it and it’s not like he doesn’t like it too. It’s just… confusing a bit. When you go to sleep though, he lays flat on his back, one arm stretched in your direction so that you can lay on it. Kunikida doesn’t even hug you fully with it, just the fact that it’s there should be enough. Oh, and he talks in his sleep. Like a lot. He babbles about his ideals interchangeably with scolding Dazai.

Ranpo

Ranpo wants you to cuddle him if that makes sense. He wants to be pampered, so scratch his back, stroke his arms and play with his hair. His head is full of ideas so he needs something different to focus on to fall asleep, and the way you rub his skin helps him just perfectly. But be prepared that as much as you may love this guy, you’ll hate him during the night. He’s everywhere on the bed, spreaded like a cat on a hot summer day. One leg hanging from the side, the other on you, left hand high above his head, right, no matter how many times you smack it away, keeps slapping your face. It’s not an easy night but at least he doesn’t snore, right? …right?

Tanizaki

Weirdly enough, he looks like he’s the most normal of them all. He’s just a guy that wants to cuddle before sleeping with his loved one beside. He hugs you, talks about his day and asks about yours. Tanizaki listens to you very carefully, playing with your hair and stroking your leg with his. If you can’t fall asleep he even offers to hum you a song. He likes to be a big spoon and a small spoon, but his all time favorite position is on his back, your head on his chest, while he hugs you closer to his body.

Yosano

She likes to have you close. She will hug your arm close to her body, expecting that you’ll play with her hair as she tells you about stupid people she has had to deal with at work. After Yosano gets sleepy, she forces you to turn around, and big spoons you, her arms tightly closed around your body. Just as Atsushi’s big spooning feels as if you’re hugged by a koala, in Yosano’s case it feels as if being manhandled by a gorilla. Her grip is so strong you can forget about going to the toilet in the middle of the night – she doesn’t plan on letting you go before the first rays of sun enter your bedroom.

#apple!writes #bsd x reader #bungo stray dogs x reader #atsushi x reader #dazai x reader #dazai osamu x reader #kunikida x reader #ranpo x reader #tanizaki x reader #yosano x reader #bsd fluff #bsd headcanons #atsushi nakajima #dazai osamu #kunikida doppo #tanizaki junichirou #ranpo edogawa #yosano akiko

[in-another-april]

─ patching up a wound | s.r

summary/prompt + genre - ♟/12 from "Nonsexual acts of Intimacy” : "Patching up a wound" | hurt/comfort, fluff

warnings - mentions of minor injury and a bit of canon typical violence about a case

wc - 702

notes - first post on this blog! thanks for reading!!!

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You had just returned home after a long, strenuous case that left the entirety of your team exhausted and more grateful than ever for the weekend ahead. While the day, fortunately, concluded with the victim found safe and the unsub taken into custody, you were injured in the process. A hit to your forehead, resulting in a relatively small gash. Which, although minor, had Spencer fretting over you as soon as he took notice of it. You managed to convince him to take you home, knowing the last place either of you wanted to end the night was in the hospital.  

Despite his agreement, he still took the drive home as an opportunity to share his collection of statistics regarding infections, concussions, and the like. He knew you were strong, that you could take care of yourself. Even so, he’d be lying through his teeth if he said his worry for your safety wasn’t always an unyielding buzz in his mind, a consistent white noise that had been playing since the moment he met you. Now, in your shared bathroom with the first aid kit splayed on the counter below, you carefully tend to the injury and hope not to worry him too much.

“You okay?” The question pulls your attention away from the mirror, eyes flitting over towards the source of the gentle voice. There stood Spencer in the doorway, a concerned yet knowing expression displayed on his soft features. Your eyes make it a point to avoid his gaze, well aware of the “I told you so” look waiting for you within it.

“Mhm,” You hum, shifting your focus back to pressing the alcohol pad over the wound, wincing in pain from the stinging sensation. “I’m alright.” Your attempts at convincing him are clearly not as effective as you hoped, given the worried furrow settled between his eyebrows as he takes a tentative step towards you.

“Can I?” He asks, stepping close enough to envelop you in the scent of his cologne, faint from the long day but still ever so comforting and familiar. “You don’t have to take care of it all by yourself.” His words have an added heaviness that follow along with them, a meaning running deeper than just him tending to your injury, and you’re eager to alter the mood as best as you can.

“Of course, go ahead.” Your hand ceases its movements and falls back to your side as you watch him pick up the pad and set the entirety of his focus on you. Spencer reaches to tilt your chin up, allowing himself a better view of the gash. You try to ignore the feeling his touch ignites in you as he holds your face and begins wiping at the cut, touch so delicate and light it would barely register to you if you weren’t aware of what was happening.

That is, until he applied more pressure and the burning feeling returned at once, pulling a hiss of pain from you at the suddenness of the sensation.

“I know,” He all but cooed, brushing the stray hair out of your face. “I’m almost done.” His assurances were whispered in such a soft tone making you practically melt in his hold, the intimacy of the situation bordering on overwhelming. Opening up and accepting comfort is never easy, but it’s almost second nature with Spencer. It feels as though he defines a new level of gentleness as he loves you, irrevocably and fully, and he grants you the gift of being able to do the same to him.

He gives you a once-over after he’s finished, admiring both his work and the way you look under the glow of the warm bathroom lighting. He leans in to press a featherlight kiss over the bandage, the cheesy display of affection causing you to tuck your head into his shoulder in an attempt to hide the soppy smile making its way onto your face.

“You wanna head to bed?” He speaks quietly, so as not to disturb the peaceful silence that had enveloped the two of you. He lets out a soft chuckle as a yawn answers for you before you give a proper reply. 

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