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mondaymelon · 2 months

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₊⊹ 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐩 ! ♡. | xiao, kaveh, gorou, lyney, wriothesley x gn!reader

⤷ art by @/grimruu on twitter... i added the boops :> .. fluff, established relationship. dw its an actual fic ( just trsut me )

" boop ! "

— 𝐗𝐈𝐀𝐎

he's startled, that's something certain. xiao's not used to random actions like this; shouldn't one move with purpose...?

blinking at you, his round eyes are more so filled with surprise than disdain. "what... what did you just-" yet... well, you've just tapped your finger to his nose, and now you're grinning like an idiot... truly, the hearts of mortals were something he'd never quite understand.

"it's fun!" yet again, you move forwards, and while xiao is expecting another "boop" from your finger, he's caught off guard when you give him a small kiss on the nose instead.

"boop."

xiao's voice is uncharacteristically faint, quiet. "ah..."

he hides his face behind a hand, trying to evade his clear embarrassment before it catches your eyes. "you're so... stupid."

... and you'd almost believe it, if it weren't for the evident flush dusted across the tips of his ears.

" boop ! "

— 𝐊𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐇

he's well into his third drink by the time you boop his nose, and it takes him another few seconds and a lethargic blink or two before he even registers the action.

when he does, a silly smile spreads across his face, his already drunkenly flushed cheeks warming further. "booop?" the word slurs together, and a slow finger moves to boop you on your nose as well.

too bad, it misses the mark, and he ends up poking your upper lip, frowning when he does so. "ah, oops... lemme try again..." this time, he manages to find your nose. a smugly proud smile appears on his features thanks to the success.

god, he was so pathetic. you loved him for it.

cupping his cheek, you sneakily lean forward and press a kiss to his nose. his skin is warm to the touch. "boop." before he can strike back, you hit him with a double combo, this time kissing him on the lips.

"whuh.. no fair," his eyebrows furrow as he pouts childishly. "i wan..na... too..."

he falls asleep before he can finish his sentence, slumping onto the table and conking out immediately. as expected. you tuck his messy hair behind his ear with a fond smile. he'd have a hell of a headache in the morning. ah, but... tolerating his whines would be worth it — you'd gotten to kiss him, after all.

... his lips tasted like wine.

" boop ! "

— 𝐆𝐎𝐑𝐎𝐔

he jolts like he's been shocked, and you have to suppress a laugh at the sight. "e-eh, what was-?" one of his ears twitches subconsciously, and you can tell he's trying to maintain eye contact to the best of his abilities. hey, it wasn't everyday your lover swung by camp just to tap you on the nose... were you teasing him??

"it's a boop." you state it, matter-of-fact, and gorou only grows more helplessly confused. "boop." just like that, you poke him again. his eyes widen in realization (though he's far off the mark). agh, could it be that more rumors had spread of his "good luck", except this time, instead of rubbing his ears for good fortune, it's tapping his nose instead..?

you watch his eyes swirl with perplexion — really, what was the point in watching those highly-acclaimed entertainment films from fontaine when an entire life's worth of entertainment was right in front of you? "c'mon, don't tell me you've fallen for it too?"

...what was he even talking about? no matter, it was cute seeing him panic (though he'd disagree). you smile at him cheekily, "fallen? why, gorou, the only thing i've fallen for is you ~"

silence.

then the sound of someone choking. gorou upright sputters, his face hopelessly red, before springing forward and getting his revenge; that is, kissing you on the tip of your nose, too embarrassed to keep his eyes open while doing so.

"ugh, you're such a tease..."

... how could you not be, when he was so adorable?

" boop ! "

— 𝐋𝐘𝐍𝐄𝐘

he smiles, his eyes twinkling as they become upturned crescents. "oh? a tap to the nose..." he seems oddly delighted in the action, and perks up not long after, with a strange, mischievous shine in his eyes.

he shuffles through his signature deck of cards with a grin. "love, why don't you pick a card? any card from the deck, whichever one you want~"

you eye him suspiciously.

he has the demeanor of a cunning cat, one that if you turn your gaze away from for a mere second, is sure to cause trouble. well... he was your lover, so you should have some faith in him. drawing a card from the ones he's presented in his hands, you receive the two of hearts.

before you can even properly glance up from your cards, you're met with a faceful of brilliant red roses, each delicate petal perfectly curving in place and green, glistening leaves healthy and lush. lyney's the one behind it all, a smug smile on his lips, and before you can even open your mouth to speak, he leaps forward and swiftly kisses your nose.

"boop."

and he sticks his tongue out, smoothly tucking a rose (without thorns, mind you) into your hair.

hell, he was so smooth. your brain wasn't even able to register half his actions until half a minute after, and when you did, your face burned.

"haha~ what's wrong, love?"

... this guy was seriously dangerous for your heart.

" boop ! "

— 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐘

he stares you dead in the eyes, in a sort of, "did you really just do that?" kind of way. it's not that he's disappointed, per say, but more so shocked; even siegewinnie wouldn't dare do such a thing like pokingg the duke's nose, (on second thought, maybe she would)... either way, he sits there in a sort of shell-shocked manner, the cup of tea he had begun to lift to his lips long forgotten. "you..."

"boop." you say it like it's all the explanation he needs. in case he doesn't understand, you'll be so generous as to say it a second time, nodding your head for extra confirmation. "boop."

he lets out a lighthearted sigh, one that makes it easy to tell he's on the edge of releasing a chuckle. crossing his arms over his desk and leaning over it, he grabs your chin with his fingers, gently lifting it to raise your gaze to his level.

"boop." this time, he's the one booping you, and he seems all too amused about it, a sly smile on his lips as he does it moves to do it once more. "boop."

hey, was he copying you-? the thought isn't able to completely form before your brain utterly short circuits; the reason? none other than the duke of the fortress of meropide kissing your nose, of course.

wriothesley's enjoying this way too much... yet he seems so utterly unaffected when he pulls away, settling back into his chair and taking a serene sip of his tea, like he hadn't just committed several war crimes against your heart.

... fuck, if it skipped too many beats, would you die??

(a/n) happy boop- i mean april fools dayyy !! mwah mwah watch me pull some "im quitting" shii next year :>

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etherealyoungk · 11 months

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━☆ first kiss with seventeen: seungcheol

♡ first kiss with seventeen series ♡ masterlist ♡

pairing: seungcheol x reader

warnings: kissing, fluff

wordcount: 650

you were sitting on the bed with seungcheol as you sat wrapped in his arms, under the blankets because it was raining and cold. he was scrolling through his phone. you looked over at seungcheol, excited to tell him something as you put your phone down. “you know, i read that dimples are considered a form of good luck in some cultures”, you say, looking at him. he puts his phone aside too as he looks at you and smiles, cocking his head to the side cutely, waiting for you to tell him more.

“really?”, he asks and you nod enthusiastically to prove your point, making him smile wider, his dimple peeking out and showing. “then i must be lucky to have you in my life”, he tells without missing a beat, making you grin wider as he pulls you closer. “you must be”, you tell as he turns his cheek to you, his way of asking for a kiss. you roll your eyes at his actions.

“you’re so..”, you start but don’t complete, giving him a soft kiss on the cheek. “i'm so what?”, he asks, booping your nose in the process. “you’re so cute, and pretty, and handsome and all mine”, you remark, your words making him smile even wider as he buries his face in the crook of your neck.

he pulls back and looks at you, turning his other cheek. “you missed this one”, he tells and you narrow your eyes at him playfully, but give him another kiss on the cheek nonetheless. this time he points to his dimple. “i think we’re missing out on this one too”, he adds, looking at you hopefully and you giggle at his silliness.

how can you say no, so you gladly kiss his dimple and he's already becoming a mess, his smile radiating all across the room at this point. he’s so close to you and it dawns on you that you and seungcheol haven’t shared a kiss, a real kiss before - a kiss on the lips. you gulp nervously as you look at him, glancing down at his lips before meeting his eyes again. seungcheol looks at you, his gaze loving and sweet as he cups your cheek in his hand and looks at you with pure love.

“i think we’re missing out on one spot don’t you think?”, he says softly and you can feel your heart skip a beat. you slowly nod, suddenly nervous to say anything. he leans in ever so slightly and your eyes flutter shut in anticipation. you feel the soft brush of his lips before he gently presses his lips to yours. he pulls away after a few seconds and you pout unconsciously because you thought it would be more than that, it had to be more than that. you open your eyes and look at him.

"t-that’s it?”, you mutter out as seungcheol looks at you quizzically before smiling softly to himself. "wasn't that a kiss?", he asks. "what-no...that was more like a...peck", you tell shyly. he chuckles to himself and smiles, looking at you fondly, with pure adoration in his eyes. "can i kiss you?", he asks and you look up at him with your doe eyes and nod, whispering a small yes.

he leans in again, closing the gap between you both, capturing your lips again, this time kissing you a little harder and deeper, but still soft and gentle as he moves his lips against yours, making butterflies erupt in your stomach and your head giddy. your fingers grip the edge of the blanket as you kiss him back. seungcheol pulls away, searching your eyes and when the sudden realization of what you've both just done hits you, you can only bite back a smile as you bury your face in his chest, getting shy.

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the-kr8tor · 4 months

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Carnival date with Hobie! Going on the arcades (that are definitely rigged) enjoying cotton candy together and the Ferraris wheel!

- 💗

Thank you for the lovely prompt, angel! 😘

Pairing: Hobie Brown x fem! Reader/ Spider-Punk x fem! Reader

Word count: 1.2k

Tags: No use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader (Hobie is mentioned taller though), cw food mentions, Fluff

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You take a giant bite of your cotton candy, the sugar bursts into your mouth like fireworks. The bright neon lights make your eyes shine, all the beeps and boops from arcade machines are reminiscent of the time when you were younger. It's cold out, an evening breeze passes by, fluttering your lashes in the wind. It's freezing but Hobie's arm around your shoulders warms you through your bones.

“Don't eat it all, give me some.” His breath fans your cheeks, it tickles you a bit. “Oi, stop gettin’ distracted. Ahhh” he opens his mouth for you, waiting for you to feed him like a baby chick.

“Get those pinchers out of my face.” You giggle, quickly feeding a dollop of the sweet treat before he chomps down on your fingers. You've learned your lesson.

“Thanks.” He says through a mouthful. You wipe the corner of his lips clean of candy. He sticks his tongue out to the side with the intention to lick your finger.

“Nope, too slow!” you quickly move your hand away to his dismay.

“I will bite your hand off, you'll see.” Hobie says with a smirk.

“Uh huh, sure. If you can catch me”

“You better start running then”

Before you could sprint through the crowd, Hobie's arms are already around your middle, lifting you a few inches off the ground effortlessly. You giggle, trying to not get a lot of attention from the public.

You blame the candy for making Hobie more hyper than he already is.

“Give me your fuckin' hand” he cranes his neck down to try and catch your it, you cross your arms on your chest, tucking your hands inside.

“Nu uh!” Hobie squeezes you, continuing to walk like he's not carrying you. “So you're just gonna manhandle me the entire night?”

“No, I'll throw you in one of those duck ponds.” He laughs loudly as you wiggle your elbow right on his abdomen. You didn't know he's ticklish there, you are definitely gonna use that information in the future.

Your eyes light up, looking at the gigantic patchwork teddy bear hanging on to one of the arcade booths. “Look at that one!”

“D’you want that? I'll get that for you, yeah?”

“No, it's fine, it's probably rigged anyway.”

He nuzzles your neck, “I'll bet you a kiss that I can win that ugly bear”

“Deal.” You kick your legs out to try to walk on your own but he doesn't let go so you let him carry you the entire way to the booth, laying your entire weight on him.

He stops in front of the milk bottle tossing booth, an old man with large glasses mans the it, he picks up fallen balls, placing them neatly inside a small bucket.

“How much, bossman?” Hobie asks, his arms still carrying you.

“Five pounds per bucket. Looks like you've won a much better prize though” he chuckles.

“Yeah, ‘m lookin' for a replacement though” he points at the bear with his chin. His comment doesn't fly over you though, you huff, kneading his stomach with your elbow. Hobie yelps, letting you go. “See that, bossman? Need that bear more than ever.”

You make a mocking face, Hobie suddenly has an intense urge to pinch your nose. But he doesn't, maybe he'll do it once you two get home.

He hands the old man the bills in exchange for the bucket.

“You've got four tries to bring the three pyramids down. You do that and you get the bear.” The old man explains.

“That easy?” Hobie says smugly.

The man chuckles, the same smug smile on his lips. “That easy. Good luck.”

Hobie turns to you as he's weighing the baseball in his hand. “Kiss for good luck?”

“I thought that was for after winning my prize?” despite you declining, you lean to press a chaste kiss on his cheek. “Good luck and don't overdo it or you might give the man a heart attack.” You whisper close to his ear.

“And here I was preparing my arm to rocket this ball out of here” he chases your face, capturing your forehead in a quick but tender kiss.

You poke his side, smiling as he takes aim. His arm extended like he's a professional, his muscles tensing through his shirt. You'd be lying if you said you weren't ogling him. Before Hobie throws the ball, he winks at you all suave, waking the butterflies in your stomach.

Clang!

The first pyramid bottle falls loudly. Hobie looks at you with a mischievous smirk, wordlessly saying. ‘I've got this’

He takes another ball, preparing to launch it. As you predicted, he turns his head towards you again but you're prepared this time, winking at him sweetly before he could do it.

He almost misses the bottles.

You tamp down your laugh when he looks back at you with a ‘how dare you’ face. You look at him innocently, fluttering your lashes.

After all that though, one after the other the bottles fall easily, the old man shifts uncomfortably, scratching his head. He surrenders, handing Hobie the bear.

“Told you I'll win it for you” the bear gets squished in the middle as Hobie tries his best to embrace you with the fluffy wall in between.

“I knew you had it,” you lean up so he could claim his prize. “You have super strength, cheater.” you say against his lips, he could only get a fraction of a second of your lips before you pulled away. He blinks, shaking his head.

“Thought we had a deal?”

“Claim it in the ferris wheel?”

“You cheeky fucker”

—

After lining up for the ride and numerous bites of a shared funnel cake, you and Hobie hop on to the pod, the capsule shakes as he pushes in the bear to fit inside. The worker manning the ride sighs exasperatedly.

Hobie sits it across from you, scooching to make way for him, he sighs, all tired out from the labour.

The worker closes the door, the ferris wheel starts up, slowly moving your pod up.

“Your bear is on thin ice” He glares at the toy, the fluffy head tilting comedically. You laugh while Hobie casually snakes his arm around your shoulders, bringing you Impossibly closer to the already small space.

You don't mind it though, laying your head on his shoulder, reaching blindly for his hand, he half hugs you, bringing your knuckles to his lips.

“You good?” his voice muffled by your skin.

“Better than good. Happy” you inhale his cologne, relaxing your muscles. You swear you're melting on the spot. “You?”

“You already know the answer, lovie” he cranes his neck closer to you, ignoring the ache in his nape. Hobie then presses a handful of kisses on your temple, each one sweeter than the last. He holds off with his joke about pushing the bear off the ride.

The ferris wheel halts to a stop when your pod reaches the top, you cling tighter to Hobie. The view takes your breath away, the shining lights below look like stars, the skyline looms on your right, just seeing it makes you crave web swinging with Hobie. Maybe you'll ask him about it later.

The ride starts back up again with a sudden lunge, a mechanical whirring in the background. You yelp, Hobie grips your shoulder, circling his thumb over your skin comfortably.

“I've got you.” He reassures.

“I know you do” You squeeze him, moving his face downward by his chin, guiding him closer to your lips.

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hypnoneghoul · 2 months

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I just got diagnosed with eds and ill have to pick up some knee braces tmr and im getting sm anxiety bcs I hate the hospital :/

Can I get a rain(and dew maybe?) fic w that exact scenario? I need my brain to chill 😭

i just scribbled something small very quickly in class, didn't want to make you wait, i know the feeling and it sucks. hope you like it and feel better about the whole thing soon. have some silly fluffy raindrop in the meantime

“Droplet?” Rain asked—mumbled—from where he was resting his cheek against Dewdrop’s shoulder.

“Yeah?” They have been stuck in a hospital waiting room for half an hour now. Rain had just gotten an official diagnosis and now the doctor told him to wait to get measured and fitted for knee braces right away. The diagnosis itself, even though a sentence of a kind, was a relief to the water ghoul. To the entire pack. It’s easier to fight back when you know your enemy and the peace of mind once the illness becomes a fact is unmatchable. The diagnosis was good.

But for some reason it was the braces that freaked Rain out.

“This is… weird,” he said, scooting closer to Dewdrop, chasing his warmth. It wasn’t exactly cold in the corridor, it was the hospital’s energy. Rain hated it, it all felt wrong and uneasy and filled him with additional anxiety about the whole ordeal. “The braces– it’s a whole… I dunno, ‘nother level.”

“Yeah, it is,” the fire ghoul agreed as he wiggled his arm from between him and Rain to wrap it around him and hold him close and warm, “but it’s not weird weird. Doesn’t make you weird.”

“I’m not so sure ‘bout that…”

“Would you say that to Zephyr?” Dewdrop asked and Rain bit his lip, his fake accusatory tone causing the water ghoul to smile a little.

“No,” Rain admitted. He brought his hand to play with a loose thread on the fire ghoul’s jeans. The jeans that had seen everything and somehow still were in one piece.

“People are gonna stare. I don’t like that off stage.”

“Exactly! Nothing wrong or weird in all that.” The fire ghoul shrugged, booping Rain’s nose with a finger. It was so cold that a second of contact was enough for Dewdrop to feel it and so he leaned down to kiss the tip of his mate’s nose with his warm lips. “We’re getting you something that’ll help. I am happy about that, even if you have doubts.”

“Oh, absolutely,” Dewdrop confirmed, but there wasn't any worry in his voice. He was confident in all he was saying and he couldn’t have known how much it helped Rain to feel better. “Humans do that, you know, but thankfully I can breathe some fire to take the attention away from you any time.”

Rain snorted at that. “You can’t breathe fire, droplet.”

“Sure I can,” he said matter-of-factly, squeezing the water ghoul against his side. “Besides, with your luck I bet your braces are gonna be the most badass things ever. And with your styling skill you’ll come up with the best outfits for them.”

“I’ll definitely try,” Rain chuckled, not caring about the people walking past them all the time. He leaned his body against Dewdrop’s even more, fully cuddling on the stiff plastic hospital seats.

“What’s that stupid slang thing that Phantom and Aurora use all the time? Oh, I know–” the fire ghoul giggled to himself. “You’ll slay, fish boy.”

“Serve cunt, even,” Rain added as he looked up at his mate and grinned.

“Lucifer, I’m too old for this.” Dewdrop shook his head. They both laughed for a few more moments before Rain’s doctor interrupted them, walking out of his office.

“Ready for the fitting?” he asked.

The water ghoul looked at Dewdrop, received an encouraging nod, and got back to the human. “Ready.”

#hypnone writes #the band ghost #nameless ghouls #dewdrop ghoul #rain ghoul #hypnone's disabled ghouls

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bellaramseysgf · 2 years

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Bikes (B.H)

Warning(s); Possessive Billy,threatening, spit kink?, casual dominance,daddy kink.

Pairing(s); Biker! Billy Hargrove x Girlfriend! Reader.

Summary; you join Billy for a meet up and one of his “friends” makes too many jokes.

A/n; this came from thots with myth ( @toomanybandstocare ) ANYWYA

Billy slid to a stop in front of the small bar the group decided to meet up at, it wasn’t your first time tagging along. Billy carefully kicked down the stand and leaned the bike over unhooking his helmet and sitting it on one of the handle bars. He stepped over it and turned around to you “you alright?” He asked tilting your head up to unhook your helmet. “Mhm, you okay?” Billy chuckled and nodded.

Billy sat your helmet down and ran his fingers through your hair fixing the fly aways. You whined and Billy shook his head chuckling as he bent down to peck your lips. “So needy” he teased booping your nose. You climbed off the bike and Billy wrapped a arm around your waist and the pair of you walked inside.

You smiled seeing the black fuzzy curls at the bar and jump on Eddie’s back the second you’re close enough. “Oh- shit. Hey dove” he slips his hand around your waist and tugs you into a hug. “How’ve you been?” He asked and you smile “I’ve been good, you? How’s your little dnd club?” You’ve moved back into Billy’s hold now.

Soon the whole group is there and the few of you move to a table. One of the men in the group jokes and pats his lap saying for you to sit. You shoot him a disgusted look before Billy pipes up “mhm, baby come sit with daddy” he waves you over and open his arm for you as you settle down onto his thigh. You and Eddie sit and talk about how his uncles shop is doing and about the cars he’s worked on lately.

“Yeah, there’s this girl who shows up every few days complaining about her car but I think she just likes Wayne” you smile “Awh. How cute.” Eddie nods “I’m trying to nudge him but you know how he is” you nod. Billy’s fingers tap you cheek and you turn back to him and he holds a a French fry up for you to eat.

“How’s school?” One of them ask and you shrug “it’s alright, one of my teachers is a pain in my ass.” You explained. The same guy from earlier pipes up again “you don’t like that?” It was another no hit joke. You felt Billy’s hold tighten on you and drag you back to his chest,you could feel how tensed he was.

“Why, do you?” You shot back and the man went quiet for a minute “your mother must’ve given you that attitude” he commented and you smiled. “She did, my dad however showed me how to break a guys nose so unless you want to be on the bad end of that i’d shut the fuck up.” You bit out and the mans eyes went wide.

“Get your bitch in control” he commented and Billy chuckled “why? Scared she’ll bite?” He pushed and you snapped your teeth at him making the rest of the table laugh at his expense. He seemed to stay quiet after that unless spoken to but he kept his eyes glowering towards you.

Eventually your social battery was ran out and you leaned back into Billy’s chest. “Getting sleepy Babybug?” You hummed and glanced down at the floor. “Oo! A penny” you leaned down to pick it up, Billy’s arm tightened around your waist his other hand going to cover the edge of the table while you sat back up. “It means good luck” you said and he smiled at you. “Mhm, it does.” He agreed and you flipped the coin in your fingers.

“You wanna lay down?” Eddie asked and slid down the booth more to give you enough room. You glanced back at Billy and he nodded sliding you off his lap and onto the red leather next to him. You situated yourself your head in Billy’s lap and your feet dangled off Eddie’s legs. His ringed fingers brushing over your ankle and up your legs every few minutes while you listened to the men talk.

You enjoyed the feeling of Billy’s hands combing through your hair but it was putting you to sleep. You only seemed to snap to when Billy tapped your cheek and bent down, he tugged at your lips and you open your mouth. Soon it was filled with cold soda and you giggled as he pecked your lips afterwards.

“Good girl” he praised and pecked your lips once more. “Hey, me and Eddie are gonna go out for a cig, you gonna come?” You nod. Billy slid out before you and then Eddie, you followed behind them almost like a puppy on a leash as they walked around to the ash tray attached to Eddie’s bike.

Billy passed you his lighter while he dug out a cig and sat it between his lips you cupped your hands around the lighter as you lit it. The fire connecting to his cig before you turned to Eddie to do the same. “Thank you pretty girl” he patted your head and you smiled brightly.

“I want one” you whined “no.” Billy stated plainly and you huffed eddie grabbed a hold of your jaw turning your head to him. “Good girls don’t smoke, you’re a good girl aren’t you love?” You nodded and he smiled “then don’t argue. Be a good girl” you nodded your cheeks turning pink as you moved to lean into Billy’s chest.

You spaced out as the two men talked “daddy M’tired” you said sitting your chin on Billy’s chest as you looked up at him. “Yeah? Getting sleepy baby?” You nodded and he pecked your lips. “Go grab daddy’s jacket for him.” You nodded and left back inside the bar. Your fingers gripped onto the leather jacket “you leavin?” One of them asked and you nodded “I’m sleepy” the men all chuckled and mumble farewells.

You handed billy his jacket and Eddie opened his arms for you. The pair of you hugged tightly for a few minutes “now, you do good with this college shit alright?” You nodded and he kissed your head. “Atta girl” you picked up your helmet and Billy clipped it in place as you settled on his bike. He got settled and kicked the stand up you settling your hands around his waist as the bike thrummed to life. “Ready?” He asked “yeah, you ready?” Billy smiled and nodded before backing the bike up and taking off back towards home.

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theotherbuckley · 4 months

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Cow Eyes Buddie | 2.2K | G

Buck gets the call on a Saturday. He’s sat at the kitchen table, delving into some strange corner of the internet where he’s apparently discovered that seahorses hold each others' tails when they swim and that cows have best friends and that Eddie’s big brown gorgeous eyes remind him of cow eyes and maybe if they were cows then they’d still be best friends— And then he gets the call. His phone starts ringing just as he’s learning about polar bears giving each other nose boops. He reaches out and grabs the phone off the counter, still so lost in his deep dive that he doesn’t even check the number that’s calling. “Hello?” “Is this Evan Buckley?” A professional-sounding woman answers. It’s then that Buck promptly forgets whatever facts he just learnt and instead feels a familiar ache creeping its way into his chest. “That’s, uh— that’s me,” he manages to get out. “You’re listed as Eddie Diaz’ emergency contact, is that right?”

(Or the 'Eddie's in hospital and Buck tries not to break down' fic except its actually just a cute silly little fic)

i thought it would be me Bucktommy | T | 3.7K

Buck really thought he would be the one to get hurt first. He’s pretty sure the universe is out to get him, and he’s had a near-death experience every other year, so he really expected he’d be the one in the hospital. He should have known his bad luck would lead to Tommy being in that position instead—because that hurts more.

(Or Tommy's in hospital, Buck worries, and a nurse won't let him see him)

Tripped and Fell Buddie | E | 5.8K | PWP

“Buck?” Comes Eddie’s voice from the hall. Oh fuck. Buck really should have paid attention to the clock. Before Buck can think about how to get himself out of this one, Eddie appears in the doorway. Buck sees his eyes darken and the way he clenches his jaw. “Buck.” Eddie’s voice is so neutral and controlled. Oh, Buck has royally fucked up. “I— um.” Buck swallows, his mouth awfully dry as he tries to come up with some explanation for his insubordination. He could say it was an accident. He, uh, tripped? He can see Eddie already tenting in his trousers, so he can’t be in too much trouble, right? “Did I say to stop?” Eddie questions.

(Or the boys get a new dildo, and Buck can't wait to use it, literally. Eddie comes home and deals with his misbehaviour.)

running from myself (and the memories of you) Buddie | 12K | T

He wants to tell Eddie everything, he wants to tell him that he’s struggling, that he can’t sleep without being plagued with nightmare after nightmare. He wants to tell him that the worst ones are when Eddie’s lying on the road reaching out towards him and he’s just stuck watching, when he can taste Eddie’s blood on his tongue, feel it splattered across his face. He wants to tell him that when he wakes up the blood is still there, so he throws up in the toilet until the taste of copper is forced out of his mouth and he washes his face 10 times until he’s sure there’s not a drop of blood left. He just wants to tell him a random fact that he found out at 3 am when he went down the rabbit hole starting with the world's tallest skyscrapers and ending with the knowledge that most elevator close door buttons don’t actually work. But now he looks at Eddie and he just can’t help but think that he’s being a burden, that Eddie got shot and shouldn’t have to deal with him too. So instead, he runs.

(Or Buck has years of unresolved trauma and can't sleep, so he tries to literally outrun his demons instead. Luckily Eddie is there to pick up the pieces when he finally breaks.)

I'll Take Care of You Buddie | 5.1K | T

Eddie squints up at him, looking him up and down. “Are you okay? Is your leg okay?” Eddie always did see right through him. Dejected, Buck slumps against the wall, letting a small sob leave his mouth before he palms at his eyes. He shakes his head. “‘S not good,” he practically whimpers.

(Or Buck has chronic pain after the bombing, Eddie takes care of him, and it's actually super sweet and sappy because these boys are hopelessly in love)

Pancakes, kisses, and a little bit of TLC bucktommy | 4.5K | T

“Evan?” Tommy asks, his voice deep and gravelly. If it were any other day, Buck would find that incredibly attractive. Unfortunately, he isn’t able to enjoy it. Now that he’s aware of the pain in his leg, it only seems to get worse. His leg throbs; it feels like his bones are trying to bully their way out of his flesh. He clenches his eyes shut as he wills the wildfire that burns through his limb to calm down. “‘M fine,” he gets out through a clenched jaw. Tommy squints at him, tilting his head to the side. “Evan,” he repeats in a way that Buck knows means he doesn’t believe him for a second.

(or Buck wakes up with a chronic pain flare-up the morning after, and Tommy takes care of him)

Be My Valentine? Or Something? Buddie | 5.8K | G

What to write? Should he be cliche? Ask him to be his Valentine? Or should it be more personal, more intimate? Agh, this was harder than he thought. His sister would tell him to ‘speak from the heart’, whatever that means, so he picks up the pen and writes: Eddie, Your smile makes my heart beat a little faster, and your eyes remind me of big cow eyes, but in like a good way. Love, EB P.S your hair is very floofy, pleaseee don’t cut it <3 There, he thinks, Eddie will know it was him without embarrassing anyone. Perfect. (Spoiler alert: Eddie does not know it was from him)

(Or a High School Valentine's Day AU featuring our favourite boys being dorks and falling in love)

Because You're Exhausting 10K | M | Please read tags and warnings in the notes

Because every day after he woke up still in pain, and he couldn’t even tell his own family (because what if I can’t be a firefighter anymore? what if they don’t let me?). And then he’s hugging Eddie and they’re welcoming him home and maybe, just maybe, for a second he believes that it won’t be so bad. Because then he was choking on his own blood staring into Bobby’s eyes thinking this is it, isn’t it? And then he woke up because damn, he always wakes up and somehow that’s always worse. And he wants to laugh at himself because how did he think, even for a moment, that anything would ever be ok? Because then he was on blood thinners and they wouldn’t let him home, and he just wanted to go home (what if I can’t be a firefighter anymore?) Because then the lawsuit happened and he just lost everything all over again. Because “You’re exhausting.”

(Or Buck's always been sad but it's post lawsuit, and Buck just can't handle it anymore)

I'm Not Going Anywhere bucktommy | 1.4K | G

The first time Evan spends the night over, Tommy panics. He panics when he wakes up in the morning, sun seeping through the gaps of the blinds. He expects to wake to a warm body wrapped around his front, Evan drooling onto his chest adorably, the way he was positioned when they went to sleep. Instead, he wakes up cold.

(Or Tommy thinks Evan doesn't want to stick around, Evan proves him wrong.)

you don't need to ask, i'll come running Buddie | 1.6K | G

Buck never thought he’d be afraid of thunder and lightning, he thought being scared was for kids and dogs startled by the loud noise. He didn’t think he could possibly be scared of a little rain. And he’s not. He’s not. Buck is not scared of thunder or lightning— okay maybe he can admit he’s a little bit scared of lightning. But Buck should definitely not be scared when he is sitting at home in the safety of his bed whilst the rain hammers down outside. He should not jump every time the sky crackles and lights up his loft. He shouldn’t be scared, but, quite frankly, he is.

(Or post-lightning strike Buck is at home during a storm, Chris thinks Buck needs a hug and Eddie thinks maybe a kiss or two, too.)

Darling, you look perfect bucktommy | 2.6K | G

Tommy just hums in agreement, continuing to sway their bodies. They let the gentle melody of the music fill the house, dancing together softly, simply content to stay close to each other, letting their bodies speak. They breathe each other in, Buck indulging in the warmth of Tommy wrapped around him as he’s guided gracefully along with the music. Tommy pulls back slightly, stepping to the side before raising his hand that’s holding Buck’s and spinning him. A short laugh escapes Buck’s mouth when he returns in front of Tommy who just smiles at him so brightly.

(Or Buck wakes up at Tommy's the morning after the wedding, Tommy cooks breakfast, and then they dance in the living room (aka it's really soft and fluffy))

#purple's masterlist #purple writes #911 fanfic #911 abc #911 fandom #911 fic #fic recs

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judgementdaysunshine · 8 months

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Halloween prompts

“I’m decorating the car” “NO!”

“Small fire! I said to set a small fire! This is not small!”

“You look so cute!” “I’m not supposed to look cute! I’m supposed to scare you!”

“We should wear matching costumes”

“It’s Halloween, everybody’s entitled to one good scare”

“Come on under the covers with me”

“Stop playing around with the lights, it’s not funny”

“Your hands are cold”

“i don’t like scary movies” - “i’ll keep you safe”

“You’ve got leaves in your hair”

“Horror marathon at my place later, you’re bringing the candy”

“It’s officially Halloween, do you know what that means?” “Pumpkin everything?” “Pumpkin everything”

“Pet the black cat for good luck” “Isn’t it the other way around?” “No”

“We should watch a horror movie!”

“What’s with all the candles?”

“It’s not even that cold!”

“Quit trying to scare me! I know that’s you!”

"Let's party with horror and thrills tonight!"

"I am never letting you drink at a Halloween party again"

"Am I too high or did something fall?"

"I remember the first Halloween I got drunk"

"I swear to god if you scare me while watching any of these movies I'll shove my foot up your ass"

"Never knew pumpkin and vanilla smelled good together"

"Why are we doing a bonfire tonight again?"

"Never knew you liked horror movies so much"

“We’re not scaring your parents”

“I may or may not have stayed up to watch a horror movie and now I can’t sleep - don’t laugh at me! - can you please come over?”

“Can I hold your hand? I’m scared”

"Stop squirming, you're gonna mess up your face paint!"

"Well looks like you had a fun night"

"Are you high?" "Doo Doo boop boo" "Oh yeah you're high alright"

"Why do you look like you just threw up and had a heart attack at the same time?"

"Looks like we're going trick or treating with my siblings and nephews/nieces"

"Take the damn spider down that's gonna scare the shit out of someone and I don't want it to be my little siblings or mom"

"Why did you pick these movies?"

"Oh god not the home movies when I was a kid at Halloween.."

"You look terrified in this picture"

"You need to have your hair like that more often"

"Damn you look good"

"Baby please not the leather you know what that does to me..."

"Why the hell did we agree to do this in a basement, his especially!?'

"If I go outside and find my car covered in stringed lights I'm smacking you"

"This isn't funny at all, I might laugh later! But not right now"

"It's 3 AM why the hell are you watching Friday the 13th?!"

#halloween prompts #judgementdaysunshine #halloween #judgementdaysunshine's Halloween celebration #halloween celebration

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xiaq · 1 year

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It sounds like you're good with kids of all ages and I was hoping for advice. I'm going to meet my partner's nephews and niece next month for the first time (all under the age of 5) and I'm anxious about it because I was an only child and I've spent very very little times around kids. Do you have advice on how to make small people like you?

Friend, I have excellent news for you: small people are big people with no filter and less practice in modulating their voices. It is usually very easy to sort out what they like/dislike and then just do the things they like. So my basic advice is as follows:

1. Treat them like drunk adults. A. Talk to them like they're adults--ask them questions about their interests/toys etc. and seriously respond to their answers. None of that baby talk shit. B. Give them autonomy--ask if it's ok before picking them up or hugging them or helping them put on shoes (unless they're going to hurt themselves and you need to intervene of course). C. Don't be demeaning. Try not to laugh if they say or do something embarrassing. If they're hurt, validate that they're hurt and scared, and don't try to tell them they're fine. You have a whole lot of context they do not. Try to meet them where they are. 2. Find a thing they like and do it. Over and over again. Until they get bored/tell you to stop. A good way to start this process is to ask them to give you a tour of their room or ask them to show you their favorite toys. Example from last week: 3 yr old immediately showed me his car collection and laughed uproariously when I drove a toy car up his back, over his head, and then booped his nose with it (while making the appropriate sounds). After the first time he said "AGAIN" so I did this...probably 50 times over the next 10 minutes (and mixed it up by occasionally saying it was my turn--we gotta encourage sharing, you feel--and having him drive the car on me) (We also go to work on using gentle hands for nose boops. The first few were a bit rough, lol). But the point is, he laughed SO HARD every time. And then decided I was good people and took things from there, telling me he wanted to play "fix the plane" in which a plane needs fixing, I bring it into him, and then he fixes it. This lasted another 20 minutes. Small kids are very much about the thing they're about. If they're having fun doing a thing, just keep doing it, until they indicate they're done. A lot of adults will try to hurry kids along when the adult gets bored. Give the kid the space to set the time limits on things they enjoy for once and they'll adore you for it. 3. Thank them for their time. Like adults, kids love being appreciated and getting good feedback. I say "thanks for letting me play with X toy, I really like it." I say "thanks for showing me how X thing works, that's really cool." I say, "thanks for holding my hand while we walked through X place, that made me feel safe." And always at the end of the day/night I say "thanks so much for playing with me, I had a lot of fun spending time with you." Kids eat that shit up.

Also PS. Don't do that bend over with your hands on your knees thing. I don't know a single kid who likes that. To get on their level, kneel, crouch, sit or lay down. Don't loom.

Anyway. Hope this little run-through was helpful. Good luck!!

#kids #tiny humans #answered asks

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ladylooch · 9 months

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hello! Can you pretty pls make a blurb with Lexi and Nico when they first brought lucie to a devils game and she’s wearing a tiny jersey 🥹🥹 that’d be so cute thank u

The sweetness of this! Lil Lucie in her daddy’s jersey and Nico so excited he can’t EVEN.

Diapers.. check. Wipes... check. Pumping supplies.. check. Lucie's jersey... check.

I smile in accomplishment, then turn to Lucie in her car seat, stuffing her black hat onto her head. The vibrant, red pom-pom shakes as she tries to turn away.

"I know, sweets." I coo, hoping her dad's nickname will soothe the angry face on our daughter. Her nook pops out and a shrill cry fills the kitchen. "It's okay." I stick it back into her mouth with a final adjustment to her hat. She looks back at me with Nico's brown eyes and I melt. "Should we go see daddy at work?" I ask, tightening her seat straps as I hear Emma's car pull into the driveway.

Emma and I make our way into the city, leaving the car with the valet and heading into the arena. Lucie is three months old, but with winter sickness running rampant, we decided to keep her home until she had a little more experience in the world. Nico couldn't take his pre-game nap this afternoon because he was so excited. I promised him, four times, that I would bring her to the ice for warm ups.

We stop quickly at the family suite to park Lucie's car seat, then grab both kids and head down to the lower level. The Devils staff members oo and awe at "Nico's sweet girl". Lucie's eyes are wide, staring around at all the lights and sounds from the pre-game show. The boys are already on the ice when we step onto the stairs. I can see Nico patrolling the perimeter, letting his eyes stalk the chairs, searching for us. I wave as we get closer to the bottom. His big grin warms my cheeks.

Emma and I sit down in the first row. The Devils family members always have a closed off section so the kids can come down and see the players. Lio presses his nose to the glass, laughing as Timo pretends to boop it with his glove. Lio drags his nostrils down the glass, leaving green boogers. Timo belly laughs. Emma groans, wiping it off with a boogey wipe from her bag.

After a quick stretch, Nico comes to where I hold Lucie up to the glass. She doesn't recognize him with all his gear on. He is gentle as he waves at her, smiling sweetly and looking at me. His dimples are pronounced and stretched to accommodate his excitement.

"Say hi, daddy." I encourage her, tugging her Hischier jersey down then grabbing her small hand to wave. The cute, little C on her chest has Nico swooning.

He reaches his hand through the camera hole, palm up. I maneuver Lucie down so she can hold his hand. She stretches her tiny fingers out against his large palm. He keeps his hand there, then leans down to grab a warm up puck. He puts it between their hands and Lucie retracts at the cool rubber.

"Her first puck!" I exclaim to Nico who nods enthusiastically. A large bang comes from a puck careening off the glass close to us. Lucie jumps, then immediately begins to sob.

And that's when I realize I forgot her little ear muffs.

"Oh I know. That was loud for your little ears." I pout at my husband. He frowns back at me, feeling distressed at not being able to comfort her. "She's okay. Just scared." I tell him. I rub her back, then turn my shoulder so he can see her already calming back down. He smiles, then glances at the clock.

"Gotta go!" He mouths.

"Good luck!"

"I love you." He puckers his lips twice for both Lucie and I. Then he dashes off, falling into captain mode until he can reunite with us after the game.

#what my world spins around au #n. hischier blurb #NHL blurb

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late-to-the-party-81 · 2 months

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For the very first time - Chapter 5

[or 5 times the Cap Quartet slept with each other and 1 time they slept all together]

AN: So, I was going to post this yesterday, but then realised it would get hidden under a mountain of boop, lol. So have some Sam/Steve time. This is set after the events of CA:TWS, when Sam and Steve are following leads on Bucky around the world. Catch up on Chapter 4 here.

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Chapter Summary: Looking for Bucky, and Steve is frustrated. It’s a good thing that Sam is there to help him get out of his head and indulge him.

Chapter Relationship: Sam x Steve

Chapter Word count: 3.9k

CW: Mild Angst, referenced masturbation, Accidental Porn watching, Kink reveal, Daddy Kink, Friends to lovers, Top Sam, Bottom Steve, Pleasure Dom Sam, Sub Steve, Multiple orgasms, Super-soldier refractory period, Blow job, Anal fingering, Anal Sex.

Sam and Steve - late 2014

“A waste of fucking time,” Steve bit out as he walked into the hotel room and threw himself down on the bed. It was probably a good thing that Sam had been in charge of the keycard and therefore opening and closing the door - Steve would probably have taken it off its hinges with the mood he was in.

He was lying on his back, one arm thrown over his face, and was trying to toe off his shoes at the same time. Everything just felt like too much of an effort.

It had been several months since the Triskelion and Bucky’s re-emergence and then subsequent disappearance. Steve had been obsessively scouring all of the intel he could get hold of through Maria’s new job with Stark and the remains of Nat’s assets. He’d flown all over the world, following up on sightings and even rumours, but no luck. Every time he arrived somewhere it was to find out that Bucky had already moved on, if he’d even been there in the first place.

At least, for the most part, he’d had Sam with him. Sam, who’d barely known him and Nat when he’d agreed to aid them in their effort to take down HYDRA. Sam, the voice of reason, telling him when to stop, when to slow down and rest. Sam, the bonafide bad-ass who had now saved Steve by the skin of his teeth on more than one occasion. Sam, who was so god-damn attractive it should be illegal.

Nat, the loving friend that she was, had given him just enough details about what was under those tight-fit pants to make his general appreciation of Sam blossom into a full blown crush. Okay, Sam had helped with that by just being, well, Sam. Charismatic. Supportive. And as already stated, a badass.

Steve moved his arm from off his face and peered out from under his lashes. Sam was pottering around the small room, tidying up what very little mess there was, and then, unintentionally, set Steve’s heart racing when he pulled his shirt off over his head before picking up the towel from the end of one of the queen beds in the room.

“I’m gonna get a shower before you get in there and use up all the hot water,” Sam teased, grinning at Steve’s prone form. Steve flipped him the bird as Sam turned away with a chuckle and made his way into the small hotel bathroom.

This was always the worst part, Steve thought. Knowing that Sam was only a few feet away. Naked. And with his enhanced hearing he could hear Sam when he hummed or whistled under the spray. He’d also heard Sam do other things while in the shower, which had led to Steve, ashamedly, copying along and wondering what Sam actually looked like when he…

Steve shook his head. He should not be thinking about his friend like that, even if he knew that friend liked guys as well as girls, the way that he did himself. Even if Sam liked to flirt with him and leave him flustered. He should be concentrating on finding Bucky, because Bucky needed him.

The shower shut off and a minute later Sam reappeared, towel wrapped around his waist, chest still damp, and clutching his pants and underwear.

“All yours, Rogers. The pressure’s good too. Maybe a good shower will help you get out of your bad mood. I’m gonna order room service, cos I’ll be damned if I’m getting dressed to go out again. Want me to order the works?”

There he was again, looking out for Steve. ‘The works’ was code for ‘a super-soldier amount of food’. By ordering for himself he was making it look as though he wasn’t actively ensuring that Steve didn’t pass out from hunger. It apparently hadn’t taken long for Sam to get Steve’s number, although he wouldn’t put it past Nat to be slipping Sam information. Hell, she probably even had a dossier labelled ‘Dealing with Steve Rogers’.

“Sounds good. Thanks Sam,” Steve replied before sitting up and shucking his own shirt. He hesitated a moment, but realising how much time they’d already spent together, he also stripped out his jeans and socks and made his way into the bathroom in just his boxer briefs. Despite facing away from Sam, he got the feeling that the other man was watching him the whole time.

His shower took him ten minutes, and somehow, Steve managed to not jack off while he was in there, despite the urge being quite high. It did mean, however, that he had to try and hide his half-chub by holding his underwear in his hands in front of his towel before walking to the far side of his bed so that Sam couldn’t see him.

For his part, Sam wasn’t really paying attention. He’d changed into a pair of grey sweats and a red sleeveless tee and was currently standing at the hotel room door, accepting the trolley of food that had been sent up for them. On the surface it looked like a veritable feast, but Steve knew from experience that it was only just enough to keep his body going until the morning. There had to be some downsides to the serum, and having to spend a large portion of his back-pay on groceries and protein shakes was one of them.

Steve changed into his own sweats -navy - and his own tee - white and looking like it was a size too small - before moving across the room to investigate what Sam had ordered. His face lit up as he took in the selection.

“Thanks, Sam. You know me so well,” he exclaimed as he claimed the triple stack burger with its accompanying tower of onion rings and bucket of fries.

“No problem,” Sam replied. “Come on, let’s sit and watch some TV. We can eat on my bed, but wheel that trolley round your side. I’ve got all I want here.” He gestured to a large bowl of what looked like chicken and spicy rice that he’d placed on one of the side tables of his bed. Steve gave him a small nod, and then the pair of them got themselves comfortable.

Sam picked up the remote and flicked through several channels, before settling on a rerun of Hell’s Kitchen. “This okay with you?”

“Sure,” Steve mumbled around his burger. “I don’t want something I need to concentrate on.”

The next thirty minutes passed and Steve made his way through the pile of food that Sam had ordered for him, although Sam did steal a few fries from him once he’d finished his own meal.

“You could have ordered some for yourself,” Steve jokingly chastised.

“Like you’ll miss five fries, you lug.” Sam jostled his arm against Steve’s and then they were both chuckling. The credits began to roll and Steve picked up the remote to find something else to put on. He flicked through the channels, the choices getting stranger and more niche the further up the list he went until….

“Fuck me, Daddy!”

Steve flushed, realising he’d scrolled as far as the porn channels and became very aware that he was sitting very close to Sam while on the screen a twinky young man was getting a good going over by a larger, burlier one.

“Ummm,” he stuttered out. He turned his head to look at Sam, but found the other man looking back at him with a grin on his face, but an unreadable look in his eyes.

“Didn’t know you had a ‘Daddy’ kink, Steve. But to each their own. Which one are you?”

Sam was teasing him. Obviously. But Steve found he couldn’t speak. His mouth had gone dry and in his mind’s eye he was lying on his back, Sam folding him in half, splitting him open and…

He must have been sitting silent and wide-eyed for too long, because he came back to himself, blinking at the sound of a deep chuckle, while the porno continued to play in the background.

“Oh, sugar. You’re gagging for it, aren’t you? And from the look on your face, you don’t want to be the Daddy. But are you looking for one?” Sam’s voice dropped even lower. “Want me to be your Daddy, Steve?”

“I - umm.” Steve’s brain was not co-operating, but that was probably because all his blood was in his dick, obscenely tenting his sweats, as his eyes roved of their own accord over Sam’s muscular body. Sam lifted his hand and cupped Steve’s face, brushing his thumb over one of Steve’s cheeks.

“You’re not as subtle as you think when you’re checking someone out. And that’s okay. I had a feeling there was something here when we first met, and then Nat confirmed it. But it’s down to you. We don’t have to do anything about it, if you don’t want to. Can forget this even happened, and just be friends. But I gotta let you know, you’re a sweet looking thing, Steve Rogers, and I care an awful lot for you. I’d be honoured to help you work out a little tension, if you’ll let me.”

Steve felt like a deer caught in headlights, an eerily familiar sensation. He wanted. Oh, how he wanted. But he was also conflicted. He was looking for Bucky. Bucky who he loved and now knew was alive. Should he do this? Indulge himself? He’d had no such qualms when he’d slept with Nat, and it wasn’t as though he didn’t have feelings for Sam as well, but the confusing thoughts swirled around in his mind.

“Talk to me, Steve. What’s going on in that enhanced brain of yours?” Sam was still gently stroking his face, not making any other move to touch him. Steve looked him straight in his eyes, saw the affection as well as the lust that was now clearly telegraphed and his defences, his reservations, ebbed away.

“Make me stop thinking, Sam. Please!” His plea was almost whispered - raw and desperate.

Sam’s smile widened as he shifted and moved closer, leaning over Steve as he sat on the bed and brought their lips together.

Since waking up, despite what Nat had initially thought, Steve hadn’t been celibate, having sought out a few anonymous hook-ups with both men and women. The only problem had been that most people had assumed that because of his size that he’d naturally want to be in charge and while that may sometimes have been the case, it wasn’t what he wanted all of the time. However, as soon as Sam kissed him, leaned into it with natural dominance, Steve knew that Sam got him. Knew what Steve needed in the here and now. His heart sang and he felt no guilt as he turned himself over to the sensations.

He reached out, his hand curling into the front of Sam’s shirt just as Sam’s tongue demanded entry to his mouth. He let it in gladly, enjoying the soft urgency, filled with want, but also unhurried. He whined, his own tongue joining in the dance as Sam pressed him back onto the bed, lying on top of him. Steve didn’t know how long they made out for, slow and easy, with their bodies pressed together and their cocks brushing against each other through their clothes, but he could feel impatience - a neediness - burning through his veins, and when he began to roll his hips, in search of more friction, Sam broke away with a chuckle.

“Feeling needy, Steve? What do you want from me?” Sam questioned him gently, no doubt aware of how Steve was floating off into a different headspace. He dipped his head and nuzzled at Steve’s throat before latching onto a patch of skin and sucking a mark onto it. “We could just do this - make out and rub against each other? Or I could put my hand on you, stroke your no doubt pretty cock until you come and cry? Or we could go further? I could open you up, stretch you out and fuck you until you don’t know your own name?”

Steve let out a moan, his eyelids fluttering at the mental image Sam had painted for him. Sam just moved to the other side of his neck, raising a matching mark that would unfortunately fade too soon. “Words, sugar. Need to know you’re on board.” He reached down, open palm skimming over Steve’s chest, brushing against one of his nipples, causing it to peak under his shirt. Then, without warning, Sam pinched at it, and Steve wailed, the pain and the pleasure merging into one.

“Fuck me!” Somehow, he managed to make his voice work. “Please! Want you in me.”

Lazily, Sam brushed his palm over Steve’s other nipple, and gave it the same treatment.

“Who do you want in you, sugar?” he asked as he tweaked on the stiff nub.

“Daddy!” Steve cried out. “Wan’ Daddy to fuck me.”

Sam captured his lips again, and while Steve was dizzy and disoriented from the sudden harshness of it, Sam stripped him of his t-shirt, only breaking the kiss to pull the fabric over Steve’s head.

Sam then moved back, stepping off the bed, quickly removing his own clothes and turning off the TV. Steve couldn’t move from where he was, his hands lying on the bed level with his head and his eyes squarely on Sam’s cock which bobbed in front of him, already shiny on the end with precum. Steve’s lips felt dry and he couldn’t help but wet them with his tongue, eliciting yet another rumbling laugh from Sam.

“You’re cock-drunk already and I haven’t even started with you.”

He stepped closer again, his fingers curling around the waistband of Steve’s sweats, and perfunctorily peeled them from his body. Steve’s own cock bounced and slapped against his abs. Discarding Steve’s pants on the floor, Sam reached out and walked two fingers up the rigid length of Steve, from base to tip.

“Well, what do we have here? This all for me, baby?”

“‘S,” Steve mewled. “For you, Daddy.”

“And if Daddy was in the mood to ride this perfect cock, would you let him?” A disappointed noise left Steve’s throat at the question, because if that’s what Sam wanted then Steve would happily let him, but he just really wanted to be fucked right now - feel that stretch and burn and the almost overwhelming feeling of his prostate being rubbed just right by that perfect looking cock.

As if he could read Steve’s mind, Sam lay his hand flat on Steve’s abdomen and stroked upwards, soothing him. “It was just a question for another time, baby. I’m not gonna go back on my promise to turn you into a mess on my dick.”

“Yeah.” Steve shook his head earnestly. “‘Nother time. Let you do wha’ you want. But I need you.”

Sam gave him a knowing smile, before he dipped down to his bag, rummaging through it for a few moments before pulling out a bottle of lube. Then, with a broad grin, he crawled back up onto the bed, between Steve’s thighs.

“Pass Daddy a pillow, sugar.” At Sam’s gentle command, Steve reached up and snagged the one he wasn’t resting his head on, passing it down to Sam’s waiting hand. Then, with a tap to his hip, Steve planted his feet flat on the bed and lifted himself, so that Sam could wedge the pillow under his ass.

“Keep your legs like that,” Sam directed and Steve nodded his head, lower lip caught between his teeth. Sam flicked open the cap of the lube and squirted some out into his right palm, before taking a firm hold of Steve’s cock and starting to jerk it.

“Do you know how many times you can come, Steve? I take it you can recover quickly?”

Steve nodded again, before realising that Sam actually wanted a verbal answer. “F-four,” he replied. “‘Ve done four on my own.”

“Good boy,” Sam drawled, speeding up the motion of his hand so that his thumb pressed up Steve’s frenulum and over his tip, mixing the lube and Steve’s pre-cum together. “You come when you want. I’m gonna give you as many as you can handle.”

With his free hand, Sam stroked over Steve’s body, sliding up to play with his nipples again, before going lower and cupping Steve’s heavy balls. He even dipped his head and mouthed at the soft skin of Steve’s thighs. All throughout he mumbled soft words of praise and encouragement, and it didn’t take long for Steve to reach his first peak. His hands fisted the sheet and his back arched as his cock jerked in Sam’s hold, shooting spurts of sticky, white cum over Sam’s fingers and his own stomach.

“There you go, sugar. One down…” Sam lifted his fingers to his mouth and sucked Steve’s spend from them, a sight so down-right filthy that Steve’s eyes widened and he squirmed on the sheets. Sam just smiled back at him, before scooping more of the puddle up and moving his hand between Steve’s legs.

When Sam’s fingers connected with his hole, Steve shuddered, his cum still warm and slippery and Sam gently massaged at the taut ring of muscle. Steve tried to relax his body and let the sensations wash over him, but it wasn’t long before his cock was rock hard again and he was pressing up against Sam’s hand. Sam added more lube to his fingers, spreading it liberally, before pressing in with one finger. Steve let out a wordless moan, his body inviting the invading digit with ease.

Sam pumped it in and out, quickly able to press the whole length of his finger inside Steve. He added a second, and Steve could almost hear the smirk on his face when Steve let out another groan. Sam spent a few minutes scissoring his fingers, stretching Steve out, before he crooked his fingers and Steve jerked like a puppet on a string. With a smile on his face, that Steve could only just see from under his lowered lashes, Sam started to rub gentle circles over Steve’s prostate.

Steve was no stranger to a prostate massage, but it had been a long time since he’d had one so good. His cock was already twitching, precum coming out in little spurts with every press against that small organ inside him.

“Daddy…” he cried out, hoping Sam understood his need.

“Just relax,” Sam coaxed, wrapping his free hand back around Steve’s flushed cock and stroking in time with the pumps of his fingers. “There we go. Let it happen. Come for Daddy, baby.”

This time, it felt like a river - an endless stream - of cum just flowing from him and Steve writhed with the pleasure of it.

Sam repeated the same thing when he added a third finger, rubbing over Steve’s spot, almost to the point of overstimulation, and firmly stroking Steve until he started to shudder. Sam this time took the tip of Steve’s cock in his mouth, sucking firmly, making it feel as though he was drawing the cum from him.

After that third orgasm, though, Sam finally gave Steve what he wanted, removing his hand and shuffling closer on his knees, before pressing his own weeping cock against Steve’s lax hole. He slid in easily, pressing in almost to the hilt on the first thrust, Steve’s primed body accepting him without complaint. He started thrusting slowly, taking the time to get to know Steve’s body like this - for them to both get used to it. He carefully avoided hitting Steve’s sensitive prostate head on, wanting to give him a reprieve for a short time and give himself time to enjoy this. Instead he leant over, his hands coming down onto the bed next to Steve’s own hands.

“Open your eyes, Steve. Look up at me.”

Steve dragged his eyes open, the delicate lids feeling as though they were weighed down with concrete.

“You’re so pretty, sugar,” he drawled and then ducked his head down, taking Steve’s lower lip between his teeth and giving it a nip. Steve squeaked and bucked his hips up.

“More, Daddy. Please.”

“Don’t be a brat,” Sam cautioned as he dropped kisses over Steve’s collarbone and upper chest. “Just trust me. I’ll get you there. Now, wrap your legs around me.”

As Steve did so, his hips tilted a bit more, making it easier for Sam to slide his cock back and forth over Steve’s prostate. Steve drew in a ragged breath as he felt his nebulous fourth orgasm start to coalesce somewhere in his balls. His cock was trapped against Sam’s firm stomach, and his previous spend was easing the way.

Steve was starting to feel overwhelmed by it all, his hands carefully gripping Sam’s shoulders as he rolled his body to meet each one of Sam’s thrusts.

“Where do you want Daddy’s cum, baby? Do you want me to make a mess of your slutty hole?”

Steve couldn’t think of a single thing that would be better. “Yes,” he moaned out with enthusiasm. “‘M a dirty slut for you, Daddy.”

“And are you gonna come with me?” Sam asked, slyly.

“Yeah. Gon’ come. So close.” His words were slurred, the pleasure acting like a drug in his system.

“Do you need to touch yourself, or can you come like this?”

“Like this ‘s good. So good, Daddy.”

Sam altered his rhythm, slowing down, but making each stroker harder and deeper. He tangled the fingers of his right hand with Steve’s left and kissed him, each swipe of his lips an entreaty for Steve to come. Then, with that first sensation of his orgasm racing up him, his body tightening, Steve heard Sam groan into his mouth and felt Sam’s cock twitch inside him, filling him all the way up.

Steve let himself float on the wave of bliss, only vaguely aware of Sam pulling away from him, and only because the lack of weight against his body made him feel more floaty. He tried to reach out with his hand, but it felt like a dead-weight and fell back onto the mattress.

“I’ll be right back,” Sam muttered quietly in his ear, and Steve just smiled dopily. A minute or so later, Sam’s hands were back on him, a warm, damp washcloth, wiping the sweat and cum from his skin. The pillow, that was probably ruined, was pulled out from under him, and then Steve felt Sam tugging at the coverlet, trying to get it over Steve’s frame that felt as if it was made from over-cooked noodles.

Sam padded around the room, clearing the plates from their meal and turning out the lights until the only illumination came from one small lamp. When he climbed into the bed, his naked body brushing up against Steve’s side, Sam came to rest facing Steve, propped up on one elbow. His fingers gently raked through Steve’s hair.

“Feel better? Was that okay?”

Steve sighed happily and snuggled against Sam’s form. “Was excellent. Thank you.”

“No problem. I really do care for you, you know?”

Steve tilted his head to look up at Sam’s face, taking note of the serious expression in his dark eyes.

“I care for you too, Sam. A lot.”

Sam dropped a kiss to Steve’s forehead.

“Good to know. And maybe, next time, we can try for five? What do you think about that?”

Steve just smiled against Sam’s skin, wrapping both his arms around the other man and pulling him into a tighter embrace before succumbing to sleep.

Chapter 6

Tag list: @km-ffluv, @wheezy-stucky, @kmc1989, @kombatfather1796, @christywrites, @doasyoudesireandlive, @sonatabee-blog, @endlesstwanted

#SamSteve #Sam wilson x Steve Rogers #Steve Rogers x Sam Wilson #FalconShield #Steve x Sam #Cap Quartet

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n3onstarss · 1 year

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TMNT boys x terror bird yokai reader

reader can kinda shift between fully anthro yokai and more feral looking, for context reasons

Raphael

Ohhhh he's TOTALLY down bad. down horrendous, even

like, this man is the definition of a brawler on the team, but having a S/O who can take care of themselves in a fight

let alone a S/O who's species is made for hunting/fighting

just turns him to absolutely putty

especially if you have a softer side outside of fighting villains

cause, this person he loves can somehow be rage fueled and the most loving person ever?? at the drop of a dime? teach him your ways. /lh

definitely runs his hands through your feathers when y'all cuddle

the texture is nice and he's borderline never felt real feathers before, besides the down that rained from broken pillows after pillow fights-

will be small spoon if you're even a little taller than him, there's no fighting it. half an inch height difference? less? who cares. he's small spoon, period.

which is nice cause it proves he trusts you enough to be vulnerable and let you be the protector for once

lots of beak kisses and beak-to-beak boops

at first he's afraid to cuddle and crush you, but eventually you both take turns flopping onto each other and every opportunity. spikes and beaks be damned, you're GETTING those cuddles and so is he

Leonardo

bro BEGS you to let him ride on your back into battle

just once!

if you give in, you never hear the end of his exaggerated stories

Buddy doesn't even spoon

he just flops on top of you and passes out

down horrendous, period.

tall (probably-), strong AND he somehow bagged you? he firmly believes he peaked /lh

seeing you in battle? badass.

constantly bragging about you to Hueso, who doesn't believe you exist for a long time

until you suddenly roll up to Run of the Mill for pizza night

Leo definitely draws all over you if you let him, cloaking brooch or not

honestly doesn't care for the cloaking brooch, just loves seeing you however you prefer

he's just gonna.. hang off you sometimes. arm around your neck and make you support his full weight. eventually he learns he can just flop across your back whenever you're less anthro and chill and bam, new fav resting place

Donatello

this man can't decide if he wants to bite you, study you under a microscope or just stare at you forever u til he magically figures it out (affectionate)

what is he trying to figure out?

good question.

definitely makes you tech if you let him

and if not? makes little metal armor bits for the tip of your beak and claws, sharp and strong to help in battle

you're probably one of three people who can break him from his spirals

a single disapproving gaze and he is running to actually take care of himself for the first time in days.

i mean, gave you ever seen a shoebill stork mad?? now imagine that with a giant, carnivorous murder bird

little spoon but face to face, only way he accepts cuddles for the LONGEST time

absolutely tries to french braid your feathers to the point it becomes a stim when you're both just there, you're gonna end up with braided racing stripes from eye to tail someday

man you GOTTA just pick him up and hold him at some point. at first he'll dangle like a soggy kitten but after a while he mellows out and gets comfy.

make sure to check it's okay first, because he might fall asleep or it might be a no touch day, you'll never know until you know

Michelangelo

hhhhhhhhhhh bird

that's like the one thought in his head 40% of the time during battles

can't really process that that's.. y'know, his S/O, fighting villains and tearing shit up at first

DYEING FEATHERS HELLO

buys hair dye and prays it works on feathers, and it does! maybe. he uses the fast wash out stuff so he can do it again sooner

if a feather falls out and is given to him? (in passing or as courting) he makes a necklace out of them. he's got a little golden chain with a big ass feather on it that he wears sometimes for 'good luck'

cuddling is big, he's the smallest of the brothers and you're so fucking tall, he's gotta be touching you nearly constantly

if you're touch adverse he'll try not to, but sometimes he slips and grabs your hands or jumps into your wings Scooby Doo style

brags about you to Draxum. who, like Hueso, doesn't believe your real until he meets you at a family dinner.

He's a little cautious at first, worried about scaring you off or offending you, but once he learns you really don't care he uses you as a personal jungle gym. almost always perched on you somehow

#yeah no im not tagging this rn #its 3 am and i need sleep sordy #tmnt x reader #rottmnt x reader #mikey x reader #michelangelo x reader #raph x reader #raphael x reader #donnie x reader #donatello x reader #leo x reader #leonardo x reader

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randoimago · 1 year

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Guys and theys hm?

Would it be possible to request CR3 bells hells he/hims and he/theys (ashton orym doeian and chet) reaction to their love interest going in for a kiss only to boop their nose? Thank you thank you!

Love Interest Booping Their Nose Instead of Kissing Them

Fandom: Critical Role

Characters: Ashton Greymoore, Chetney Pock O’pea, Dorian Storm, Orym

Type of Request: Headcanons

Notes: You’re welcome you’re welcome!!

Ashton

Rolls his eyes at the fact you tricked him. You think you're so clever, huh S/O.

But fine, you want to make a game out of it then good luck giving him actual kisses now. He'll play hard to get until you actually ask him out loud for a kiss.

Would absolutely tease you about it too. You think he's finally going to kiss you again? Nope he's booping your nose or flicking your forehead. Have a taste of your own medicine.

Chetney

Oh playing hard to get are you? Well he knows you won't be able to resist him for long.

Honestly drops so many hints and uses the shiniest lip gloss to make him look even more kissable. Just trying to get your attention only to act aloof and hope you take the bait.

He's too short to boop your nose back so please just give him an actual kiss before he gets desperate (as if he isn't already).

Dorian

Is taken aback as his cheeks flush. Of course you were just messing with him. Why would you actually kiss him? Ha ha not like he was hoping for a kiss anyway.

As if his interest in you wasn't bad enough, now he's doubling how many seconds he stares at you or tries to steal glances when you aren't looking.

Really tries to play it cool and fails because he is really flustered. Honestly, he probably tries to do the same to you with booping your nose, only to get flustered about that too.

Orym

Also taken aback but a small smile crosses his face when you walk away. It was cute, he can't deny that.

He's already "talked" to his husband late at night about his attraction to you so that's just another thing to mention to the skies.

Will tug on your pants or something to get you to lean down only for him to boop your nose back. It might not be a kiss, but he thinks it's still pretty good.

#critical role x reader #dorian x reader #dorian storm x reader #chetney x reader #chetney pock o'pea x reader #ashton x reader #ashton greymoore x reader #orym x reader #anon ask

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mythica0 · 1 year

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I cant whait for you to come back!! I LOVE UR posts and its makes me feels so glad beacuse this is on my " happy things to do when ur sad" list anyways IF u dont have an idea on a rottmnt fic heres one! The turtles are bored and then they remember that they were playing hide and tickle game soo they decided to play it beacuse of boringness! Btw write this when u come back beacuse u deserve a small break!

A Memory

🎂:ROTTMNT

🧁: Leo, Donnie, Raph

🍫: Mikey

Summary: it’s one boring day and the turtles don’t know what to do, until Mikey gets a memory of a game they used to play that’s sure to cure the boredom right up…

A/N: thanks for the request! Sorry about the delay and enjoy!

Tw: a single cus word

A Memory

Nothing was happening. Nothing bad, but nothing good either. And the group of mutant turtles in the sewer were bored.

They were kinda slumped over eachother, Donnie was zoned out and Mikey softly humming to himself.

Leo finally broke the silence by saying what they were all thinking. “Ugh, I’m so booooreed” he groaned out.

“Me too.” The others chorused in a deadpan.

“Maybe we could think of something to do?”

The four thought about it, trying to come up with anything to get rid of this boredom.

Mikey suddenly had a memory come to him, from long ago.

——FLASHBACK————

It was early, and Mikey was hiding. They were playing hide-and-seek(with a twist) and Raph was the seeker.

He heard the oldest brother approach and started to giggle, covering his mouth so he wouldn’t be heard.

But, it was for not, as Raph heard the muffled sounds.

“Aha! Found ya’!” His young voice echoed.

“C’mere!” The Snapped called, pulling the still-giggling Mikey in and scratching his sides.

“Ehee! Rahahahahaphie!! Stahahap!”

“But this is my reward for finding ya~!”

Those were always fun.

——END FLASHBACK————

Mikey felt a smirk grow on his face. “What if we play hide-and seek like we used to as tots?”

Leo, Donnie and Raph all nodded, but the ladder quickly whipped his head around to face the youngest with a questioning look.

“With or without the twist?”

Mikey’s smirk grew and it was all the answer they needed. “You guys have 20 seconds. Use it wisely.”

They all scattered in different directions and Mikey started counting down loudly.

He could tell he was growing a ler mood as he counted. Like a yawning hunger only the laughter of his family could satisfy. (A/N: is this at all accurate to ler moods? I have no idea)

As soon as he yelled out, “ONE! Ready or not here I come~!” He eagerly went out on his search.

He searched throughout the lair, looking(and listening) for any signs of his brothers.

And eventually, he heard something. Quiet muffled giggles coming from underneath Leo’s bed.

Ah, such a classic downfall. Mikey snickered and dropped down the the floor, spotting Leo underneath his bed.

“Really, Leon? Under the bed? You’re smarter than that!”

“Shuhuhut ihit tihihiny!” The slider giggled out.

“Oo~ name calling?~ I hope you know you just made this so much worse for yourself.”

Mikey smiled as he spoke, pulling Leo from under the bed and grabbing his knees.

“MihihiKEHEY! DOHO NAHAHAHAH-“

He got cut off by his own laughter as Mikey moved down ti squeeze at his thighs.

“Oh~ can you not handle the tiickless~ Tough luck!”

“OKAHHAY I GEHEHET THEHE MEHEHESAGE!”

Mikey halted his attack and stood up. “You’re lucky I have two other turtles to find!” He called with a boop to Leo’s snoot.

Leo stood and walked to the common area to wait, giggling quietly. Both from leftover phantom tickles, and at the knowledge that his older brothers were about to suffer the same fate.

Mikey continued his search, and it didn’t take much longer till he found Raph in the bathtub with the curtains closed.

It was one of the only hiding places that could fit the poor guy! Could you blame him!

“Found another one! Man you guys are dropping like flys!”

Raph sighed light-heartedly as he climbed out. “Just get it over with.”

“Whatever ya say big guy!” And without another word the youngest started to scribble against Raph’s spikes.

The snapper burst into loud laughter at the feeling, squirming slightly.

“Aww~ your spikes always were so ticklish Raphie~”

The oldest’s face dusted red at the words, but he didn’t respond.

“Nothing to say~ that’s okay!(A/N: Rhyming!:D)

I’ll let you go now~”

Raph stood up all the way and chuckled to himself before going to join Leo in the common area.

Now Mikey only had one victim remaining, and he had a feeling he knew where he was.

Y’see, Donnie had this.. habit… of hiding in his lab under the table. Why? Mikey didn’t know. Maybe the comfort of familiarity? Maybe because he knew they wouldn’t forget to look for him if they knew where he was? It didn’t matter.

What did matter was that Mikey was heading to check there now. He didn’t sooner because Donnie doesn’t always hide there, sometimes he spices it up. But, Mikey hadn’t seen him yet so he just knew that was where the soft shell was.

Mikey walked into the lab with a call, “Donnie~ I know you’re in here~”

He perked under the lab table and saw a familiar face underneath it.

“There you are~ get out of there!”

The boxer dragged Donnie out of his hiding spot, The soft shell fighting him the whole time.

This left an opening that Mikey took advantage of, shoving his hands under the genius’ arms.

Donnie barked out a laugh before falling into fast giggles.

“Tickle tickle tickle~”

“SHIHIT!- Dohont sahahay thahahat wohohord!”

“And you don’t say that word, mister.”

Despite the situation he was in, Donnie couldn’t help but be snarky. “Thahahahat wohohord!”

Mikey giggled at the sentiment, moving his hands down a bit to Donnie’s ribs.

“Silly goose.”

Donnie’s giggles died down a bit, and eventually stopped entirely as Mikey ceased his fingers.

“All done! You get to seek next! Too the common area!”

The two walked in the common area, where Leo and Raph were idly chatting as they waited.

“Oh! Welcome back!” Leo called.

“It’s my turn to seek.” Donnie spoke in a slightly threatening monotone. “Better start running.”

The three ran off again, and as they did so Leo whispered to Mikey, Donnie’s counting echoing over them as they spoke.

“What made you think of this game anyway?”

“Oh, nothing much, just a memory.”

“TEN! NINE!”

Mikey ushered off Leo to a different spot as he hid, giggling quietly.

Now they were making a memory.

———THE END————————————————

#parrotwrites #sfw tickling community #rottmnt tickle #lee!leo #lee!donnie #lee!raph #ler!mikey #parrotanswers

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melonthesprigatito · 9 months

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Melon Ranks Sprigatito Plushies (But Only The Ones I Own Sorry)

BOOTLEG SPRIGATITO

Face Leaf Pattern Thing: Embroidered Edges

Eyes: Fully Embroidered

Neck Leafs: Two Strips of Fabric

Cheek Fluff: Strips of Fabric

:D or :3 Face: :D

Ears: Flat and floppy

Huggability Rating: 2/10 (This thing is stuffed like a rock, man.)

Overall rating: 3/10

Overview: Probably the worst plush you could get. The colour is too... radioactive, the tail is sewn on upside down in a way???? (that little tuft is supposed to be pointing upwards), the legs are weird., it's head is very flat. This plush is very obviously based on the official art and was made long before we ever saw Sprigatito in 3D (I got mine in May 2022) so it's flat out missing things that aren't visible in the official art like the paw pads and the leaf on the back of Sprigatito's neck. But this one is the OG Melon and my profile pic and I took it on vacation with me so I can't fault it too hard. :)

JAZZWARES/ WICKED COOL TOYS SPRIGATITO

Face Leaf Pattern Thing: Embroidered Edges

Eyes: Fully Embroidered

Neck Leafs: Strip of fabric on top of stuffed thing

Cheek Fluff: Strips of Fabric

:D or :3 Face: :3

Ears: Flat but stuffed with plastic card

Huggability Rating: 3/10 (Stuffed like a brick and the ears are firm and pokey. I'm sad :c )

Overall rating: 5/10

Overview: The dime a dozen Sprigatito plush found in pretty much every single toy store and supermarket that sells toys. No need to order online which is a plus. Got a nice subtle snoot to boop. Because the front neck leaf is stuffed, it sticks out. They don't let you see the back of it in the toy store website reference images, which I thought was weird until I bought it. The back is where it all falls apart. The back neck leaf isn't a single piece, it's too halves sewn together for some reason???? Which causes the seam allowance to make it crinkle up. The tail is the worst I've ever seen on a Sprigatito, at least the bootleg made AN ATTEMPT to look like the official art. The tail is a very narrow carrot shape with a tiny, barely noticeable single fabric triangle for the tuft. Yikes. Though it is made by a third party plush company so I guess the quality not being perfect is to be expected. Jazzwares does other Pokémon that look a whole lot better.

OFFICAL POKÉMON CENTER KEYRING SPRIGATITO

Face Leaf Pattern Thing: Printed on

Eyes: Fully Embroidered

Neck Leafs: Strip of fabric on top of very loosely stuffed thing

Cheek Fluff: Strips of Fabric

:D or :3 Face: :3

Ears: Firmly stuffed with embroidered inside detail

Huggability Rating: No/10 (Good luck hugging something that can fits snugly into the palm of your hand. Maybe hold it like an ice cream)

Overall rating: 7/10

Overview: So smol. 🥺 Perfect for slipping it into your pocket and carrying it everywhere. You're better off not using it as an actual keyring though. Just keep it as a cheaper, minature version of the standard Pokémon Center Sprigatito. The plastic loop is awful, it opens too easily so your Sprig could get lost in the wilderness without you knowing if it actually was put on your backpack. I just cut the keyring off and by that I mean I spent 20 minutes persistently sawing through plastic with fabric scissors so I could attach a normal metal key ring to the loop. Also the back neck leaf is LITERALLY handing on by a thread. It's held on by a single stitch. I get its a small plush, but come on, really????

OFFICIAL POKÉMON CENTER POKÉDOLL SPRIGATITO

Face Leaf Pattern Thing: Printed on

Eyes: Fully Embroidered

Neck Leafs: Strip of fabric on top of very loosely stuffed thing

Cheek Fluff: Not felt! Sewn piece

:D or :3 Face: :3

Ears: Firmly stuffed

Huggability Rating: 7/10 (SQUISHYYYYYYYYY)

Overview: Gonna come right out of the gate and say I really hate this trend of the Pokémon Center just printing on details (i.e the face leaf) instead of embroidery or different coloured fabric stitched on. It reminds me of that £2 Judy Hopps plush my mom bought for me years ago that had the clothes printed on instead of fabric pieces. And that plush was a bargain bin thing that was SUPPOSED to be lower quality. Not a fan of spending £10-15 plus £5 shipping on a plushie with printed details. I just think it looks cheap and I wish they put a little more effort into some of their plushies. It looks like it could be washed away if you put it in a washing machine.

Other than that, BABYYYY!!!!!!!! KITTY!!!!!!!! A BEAN!!!!!!!!!!!! (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟIT'S SO FUCKING CUTE LOOK AT THAT FACE OH MY FUCKING GOD. Doesn't have paw pads though. :c BUT IT'S A TOO PURE FOR THIS SINFUL EARTH I WANNA GENTLY HOLD IT FOREVER 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

BUILD A BEAR SPRIGATITO

Face Leaf Pattern Thing: Embroidered Edges

Eyes: Fabric with embroidered edges.

Neck Leafs: ALL LIGHTLY STUFFED

Cheek Fluff: STUFFED

:D or :3 Face: :D

Ears: Stuffed but not too blocky. Very close to ingame model

Huggability Rating: 1000/10 (HELP I'VE BEEN STUCK HERE HUGGING THIS PLUSHIE, I HAVEN'T SEEN MY FAMILY IN TEN YEARS)

Overall rating; 9/10

Overview: Some may hate Build a Bear Pokémon for their chubby proportions but I think this is fucking PERFECTION. No more strips of fabric, every single part is stuffed, the nose is some sort of plastic thing with a fuzzy texture, maybe the muzzle it's on is sticking out a little too much but for once the head ISN'T crammed full of too much stuffing! I think it's close to life size too? Probably. I haven't compared it with Sprigatito's official height yet. AND ITS GOT PAJAMAS. AND A CAPE. THAT FITS ONTO MY EEVEE AND GLACEON BUILD A BEARS TOO. Truly it must be Arceus' gift to the world. If you're willing to give your wallet a sucker punch to the stomach,

BUY IT, GOD DAMN IT, BUY IT

If you want to

#pokémon #sprigatito #pokemon plush #melon's ramblings #but seriously I love my entire Sprig squad #i love themb

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gay-salt-amber · 1 year

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Dottokavlone headcanons

this is headcanons of dottore x kaveh x pantalone that me and @capricoffe came up with, enjoy! :D

Pantalone and dottore call kaveh ‘little architect’ and dottore calls kaveh ‘bunny’

Dottolone got together a few months after Pantalone joined the fatui, and kaveh joined the relationship after running away from al-Haitham

(in my au, pantalone and dottore steal the jade chamber and turn it into a house) when kaveh joined their relationship, pantalone made kaveh a whole art room with a sliding door that led to an office-esc area for kaveh to build his models and stuff

The romantic part of the relationship started when kaveh was locked out in the cold while al-haitham was at work and kaveh didn't have his key and he ended up passing out, pantalone and dottore were on a mission in sumeru and upon recognizing him from their Akademiya days, pantalone carried kaveh back to his and dottores hotel room, wrapped him up in a blanket and then kaveh agreed to move in with them about a week later

They were roommates while they were in school

Kaveh oos and aahs over anything pantalone and dottore wear, and whenever pantalone buys him something similar he short circuits

Kaveh isn't used to being spoiled

Dottore doesn't sleep very long so he's always up first making breakfast so his bfs just come waddling in like, ‘dear, we demand coffee’

Pantalone boops kavehs nose whenever he gets the chance because kaveh does the bunny nose twitch thing

Kaveh will work till he passes out, even if he's sick cuz he doesn't tell anyone, dottore, being a doctor, forces kaveh to bed,

Kaveh: “Dottore, I'm ok, it's just a minor cold..” Dottore, already shoving soup down kavehs throat: “Shut up and rest.”

Pantalone takes in strays and brings them home, kaveh makes this worse,

Dottore: babe, we already have 8 cats…

Pantalone, holding a tabby kitten in his arms: we live in the stolen jade chamber

Kaveh, with puppy dog eyes, holding an identical kitten: and look at them! They’re adorable! Dottore, cursing himself: fine…

Dottore infodumps to kaveh about his experiments and at first it creeped kaveh out a bit, yknow, with all the fucked up shit dottore does, but now kaveh will actively ask questions which makes dottore so, so happy

Pantalone sews a lot of kavehs clothes and kaveh doesn't know how to feel, because, on one hand, they’re comfy, on the other, kaveh feels like he's wasting resources. Kaveh also likes sitting and watching pantalone sew, the bankers humming and the sound of the sewing machine are therapeutic

Dottore is surprisingly a good therapist to both kaveh and pantalone

They go to farmers' markets together a lot

Kaveh takes Scaramouche’s spot when he leaves the fatui and kaveh ends up working closely with pantalone, doing paperwork and helping expand the palace, also being there to help calm pantalone down when he gets a dumb ass funding request

Dottore is surprisingly the most physically affectionate but kaveh argues that he's the most physically affectionate and pantalone is tired and just says its a tie

Kaveh draws his boyfriends all the time and both of them now have drawings hanging up in their office/lab

Kaveh, handing dottore a pebble: my dear, this pebble reminds me of you...

Dottore, knowing exactly what kind of rock it is: well you see this rock is about 500 years old and because of its orange coloring it has-

Kaveh brushes his bfs hair all the time

Whenever kaveh has to go somewhere for work, dottore will make him lunch and leave a small lil good luck note in it... That is also kinda murder-ey

Pantalone keeps champagne under his desk and after a long day, he pulls him and kaveh a glass then they get shitfaced and dottore has to drag them back to bed

The jade chamber house has a nice ballroom and pantalone taught both kaveh and dottore to dance in there

Whenever they go to the harbinger banquets, dottore always has an arm around one if not both of his partners, he doesn't want to lose them in the crowd even for a moment

Pantalone is tired a lot but doesn't realize it, so when kaveh notices pantalones eye bags, he'll carry the man to bed and do pantalones paperwork for him

Pantalone: I’m sorry you got paid how much for that project?

Kaveh, taking a sip of his drink: Yeah, it wasn't even half of what I requested, I can barely pay rent with that

Pantalone: I will pay you 10 times as much as you requested if you put some expansions on the fatui palace in snezhnaya

Kaveh:... Can you marry me too?

Dottore, popping in: And me too!

They like baking together when it gets cold

They have a savannah cat, a mane coon, a black kitten, a siamese, two tabbies, and two ragdolls

Since savannah cats need to be walked or atleast have a lot of exercises, they go on evening walks together a lot with the cat(s) for that reason, and also to just get out of the office

Kaveh took one look at those cats when he first moved in and started installing cat-walks on the walls for them all over the jade chamber/house and now they chase each other on those throughout the night

Dottore was the one who confessed first to pantalone and then pantalone was the one who brought up polyamory with kaveh

Kaveh loves just going to the greenhouse (the jade chamber house has a greenhouse cuz pantalone loves gardening) and looking at all the flowers that pantalone has planted, some of them go for about 160K and higher and pantalone has so many of them like its pocket change to him, its calming

Unless he's out on a mission, dottore will, without fail, wake his bfs up with breakfast in bed

Cyno, seeing kaveh for the first time since he started dating dottolone: wait a minute- al-Haitham reported you as missing??? Is this what you were doing this whole time?

Kaveh, just trying to help dottore find produce for dinner: yeah??? I’m perfectly fine??

They're that one couple who puts the first letter of their name in a heart on a tree

Dottore is color-blind but didn't realize till very late in life, like:

Dottore, cuddling kaveh: Kaveh, your hair is such a pretty shade of pink...

Kaveh, finding it sweet but also confused: Uhm… darling, I'm blonde... Thank you though.

Dottore feels bad: oh…

Kaveh: I'm dying my hair light pink!

Kaveh makes pantalone rings he made their engagement rings too

When Kaveh is working late at night, Pantalone makes him sit in his lap and Dottore will make them all coffee to keep them awake

Kaveh, in a tree: pantalone, I am going to build a treehouse here!

Pantalone, tired, its noon and he hasn't had coffee: dear, our house floats in the sky

Kaveh: oh

During the first few months of their relationship, pantalone and dottore always made sure Kaveh knew he had his keys on him. Obv dottore and pantalone would never take them, but it was comforting to kaveh to know that he would never, ever be locked out of his home again

Pantalone and Dottore smother Kaveh in blankets since Snezhnaya is so cold and he’s not used to the cold

Kaveh steals both Pantalone and Dottore’s hoodies

Kaveh insists to Pantalone that Dottore would look so cool with tattoos and showed him a drawing of a few tattoos that Dottore might like… a few days later Dottore had all of the tattoos he drew tattooed on his arms

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