#whit x reader

[wake-me-up-inside-imagines]

How do you think the drdt boys are during make out sessions,do they love it? Do they hate it?

Ooh, this'll be interesting to write. Thank you for requesting and I hope you enjoy!

Warnings: none

Gn! Reader

DRDT boys and their make out preferences

-With Whit, the way he kisses depends on the moment

-When you're out an about, or doing something high energy, he prefers his kisses to be short and sweet. As much as he loves PDA, he's not big on making out in public

-In private however, he's more than happy to have a make out session!

-His kisses are full of energy and can be quite intense, but if you would like to slow down he's fine with that

-Kissing him is often interlaced with giggles and sweetness, Whit's a lighthearted person and that doesn't change when you make out

-He might tickle you while kissing just because he thought it would be funny, you two ended up laughing so hard you had to take a break

-I don't think he would like making out too much actually

-Charles isn't much of a kisser in my opinion, I think most of the time he prefers to show his love through actions rather than physical affection

-When he does kiss you, it lasts for a few seconds before he breaks away, not too long but not to short either

-If you really want to try making out, he's ok with doing so but it's not his preference

-Idk he just likes showing his love in different ways

-He LOVES making out, but he always waits for you to initiate it

-They make him feel loved, something he doesn't often think he can be

-He gets super smug about it, boasting about how he's too good to resist or some other ego boosting statement

-When it comes down to it though he gets kind of shy, he's a blushing mess and it's adorable

-But he eventually gets really into it the more you go on

-He lets you take the lead, he's less of a leader and more of a follower during your make out sessions

-You'll never see him more quiet than he is after you make out, he's to busy catching his breath and thinking about how lucky his is to have you

-He likes making out a lot more than some might think

-Levi isn't a super big fan of short kisses, he prefers to take him time showing you he loves you

=Oftentimes he's the one initiating make outs, but he loves it when you start them too

-His kisses are slower but very deep and loving, he usually initiates them while the two of you are cuddling

-Like Whit, he prefers to kiss you in private, but he doesn't mind if you want to kiss him in public

-He's the type of dude to rest his forehead on yours when you break apart

-He's another one who doesn't prefer make outs

-He doesn't really get the point, he believes his regular kisses are enough to tell you how much he loves you

-Arturo only ever initiates make outs if he's feeling jealous, which isn't all that rare now that I think about it

-When that happens, his kisses are more intense and possessive, you can definitely pick up on his jealousy lol

-He won't admit to it if you point it out though

-He loves them and he does NOT hold back

-He's more possessive than the other boys and it's very oparent from the way he kisses you

-Make outs with him are very intense, very deep, very possessive, he can't get enough of you so he'll kiss you for as long as you let him

-He enjoys seeing you flustered so he'll figure out what makes you blush and incorporate it into your make outs

-Honestly, a lot of his make out habits align with Whit's

-He doesn't mind making out in public though, he will kiss you anywhere as long as you're comfortable with it

-His kisses are super energetic and loving, he often smiles while the two of you are kissing

-He has hard time going slower if that's what you prefer, but he certainly tries

-He loves to cuddle you while you two make out, it makes him feel more connected to you

#x reader #danganronpa #danganronpa x reader #danganronpa despair time #drdt #drdt x reader #drdt whit #whit x reader #whit young #whit young x reader #drdt charles #charles cuevas #charles cuevas x reader #charles x reader #drdt ace #ace markey #ace markey x reader #ace x reader #drdt levi #levi fontana x reader #levi x reader #levi fontana #drdt arturo #arturo x reader #arturo giles x reader #arturo giles #drdt david #david chiem #david x reader #david chiem x reader

[haisuu]

ABAIJSJS OMG UR WRITING IS SOOOOO GOOD (I want to eat it) Is it possible for you to write maybe Xander (drdt), Whit (drdt), and Nikei (SDRA2) with a fem!reader (or crush? Idk) who ‘looks like a guy’, but doesn’t really bother correcting people whenever they misgender them (kind of like Haruhi from OHSHC). Specifically the unintentional reveal, but you could be a lil creative if you’d like.

Sort of bordering the gender neutral label ig? If this makes you uncomfortable feel free to ignore this request !! Have a wonderful day/night wherever you are :)

STOP I REMEMBER READING A FIC LIKE THIS AND IT WAS SO GOOOOOD-

Why Is He- Wait, She?!

Xander; Whit; Nikei x Reader (separate)

Summary: You’re whole life, people have mistook you for a guy, it never really bothered you however, so you didn’t correct them. This also translated to the situation you’ve now found yourself in, how will they react when they realize?

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Xander Matthews!

The possibility of you being a girl has never even crossed his mind!

Your vibe, clothing style, and everything else pretty much made an image in his mind, which was a guy!

You two have grown incredibly close during your time in this..well..”game.”

The two of you have worked out together quite a bit, and you’ve helped Xander keep track of his fitness, Xander wanted to check on yours! Even if you didn’t work out nearly as much as him. (mby not even at all lol)

He was going to ask you to take your shirt off in order to keep track…except when he opened the door, you were already changing.

I’m so original hahaha

Yeah..safe to say he wasn’t expecting that..he most definitely ran out the room blushing to cool off and to leave you alone for the time being.

“Hey, Y/n! I was just wondering if you…- Ahh! I-I’m sorry! I’ll leave now!”

Whit Young!

The Ultimate Matchmaker loves spending time with you! You, him, and Charles, you guys are just the Ultimate Group at this point!

Even in this killing game, he still wants to have fun with all of you, so he wants to organize a miniature party!

But he doesn’t necessarily know what you like, so he books it to his nearby friend, Charles! He desperately asks some questions about your interests, and he notices something..

He realizes that Charles is addressing you as ‘She/Her,’ he doesn’t notice at first, and then it hits him like a truck! “WAITT! Y/N’S A GIRLL..?? That’s wack, in a good way!” “Yes, Whit…Y/n’s a girl…”

He runs over to confirm it with you, and it’s true! He’ll admit it caught him a little off guard, but in the end, it didn’t matter! He still loved you! Wait what?

yay yay you two kiss and fall in love, or not..idk whatever you want

Nikei Yomiuri!

Because he is a part of Void, there’s a very high chance he knew before hand, and doesn’t care…But let’s ignore all that!

I think that he actually found out quite early on, mainly due to any interviews that he would do to learn about his peers!

When he initially interviewed you, he did indeed address you as masculine pronouns but as usual, you didn’t correct him because you didn’t necessarily care.

But a few days later, he would end up seeing Yuri grabbing your leg as you dragged him along, clearly uncomfortable from the situation.

After helping you get Yuri off your leg, he put two and two together and realized that Yuri would only attach himself to you if you were a girl!

“Aha! Y/n? Does this mean that you’re actually a girl? What a scoop!”

Alright! At this point I’ll have an official schedule for 1 post a month..jk lol. But seriously, I’m very happy I’m able to get this out for you Anon, and also a little disappointed in my schedule. Oh well, anyways.. Have a good day and please take care of yourself!

#drdt #danganronpa #danganronpa despair time #fem reader #x reader #nikei yomiuri #Nikei x reader #Xander x reader #xander matthews #whit young #whit x reader #drdt x reader #drdt xander #drdt whit #sdra2 nikei #haisuu-requests #sdra2 x reader #danganronpa x y/n #danganronpa x reader

[starshineash]

Whit Dating Headcannonsꨄ

ꨄ He's touch-starved. So expect him to be touching you 24/7. No matter who you're with or where you are.

ꨄ Whit will treat you right! Dates happening left and right. I mean he's the ultimate matchmaker what did you expect?

ꨄ Another thing Whit is always doing is telling jokes. So don't expect him to always take anything(most things) seriously.

ꨄ Whit doesn't have one love language, he's sorta of a mix of everything.

ꨄ Oh and he'll give you SO MANY stuffed animals to the point you don't even know where to put them.

ꨄ Whit likes to do childish stuff like, make friendship bracelets with you, make rings out of paper, write your name in his notebook, and doodle hearts all over. Y'know the things little elementary kids do.

ꨄ Whit is extremely inexperienced but! He's learned a few things from the people he matchmade.

ꨄ Whenever you do something he doesn't like, he'll always communicate it to you. And he wants you to tell him if he did something wrong. After all, communication is vital in a relationship.

ꨄ He likes it when you make food for him. He's completely capable of making it himself but he just likes it when you make it. Whenever you're cooking he'll always stand behind you and watch you make.

ꨄ He doesn't like bitter stuff doesn't matter what it is he doesn't like it. Unless you're the one who made it, sure he still hates it. But he'll withstand it to make you happy.

ꨄ He's a people pleaser without a doubt. Would absolutely humiliate himself to make other people smile. He would do the most for you. <3

ꨄ Whit doesn't like Valentine's day. When he was younger he used to spend it with his mother. After she died, it left a bad taste in his mouth. He just prefers spending it inside with you, nothing too special.

ꨄ His birthday is right after Valentine's Day so he'll make up all the missed time on his birthday. He'll do whatever you want. It might be his birthday but he just wants to see you happy.

ꨄ You have to help him dye and bleach his hair. His hair doesn't grow quickly so he doesn't have to bleach it often. But he likes to have very hot showers, so his hair dye comes out quickly. Which results in you having to help dye his hair every couple of weeks. Or else he'll look like a peach. It isn't that bad but still...

(I actually posted some of these before but deleted it cuz I thought it was cringe.)

#drdt whit #drdt #danganronpa despair time #whit young #dating headcanons #x reader #drdt x reader #whit x reader #whit young x reader

[ichxraaa]

chubby reader who is discouraged cause they’ll never experience a belly bulge meets demise when their boyfriend eavesdrops their call with a friend, worried that maybe that’s something they (the boyfriend) would be into

his cock so far up bullying your cunt as you need to open your mouth to try and breathe while your eyes roll back with the pure raw strength that is fucking you against the bed, you’ve lost count of how many times you’ve come, but he doesn’t care, all he cares about is the way your ass feels and looks as he thrusts into you and the perfect rhythm of the squelching lascivious sounds as he pistons inside you.

“you shouldn’t worry about stupid shit like that, i will fuck you so deep and good that you will feel me inside you for days”.

why is this toji, and bakugō and gojo in a way more condescending approach, and also porco, cause you know he’s savage, also eren cause he lacks delicacy and of course yaku cause he has no filter and no intention of letting you say something like that ever again.

#would i prefer to write a long detailed fic with this prompt whit any of this characters? #absolutely but i also need to be realistic cause i haven’t wrote in over a year #so baby steps as i warm up and are able to come back #also sakusa heavily weights on my mind for this one #anyway #jjk imagines #bnha imagines #snk imagines #haikyuu imagines #chubby reader #toji x reader #gojo x reader #bakugo x reader #eren x reader #yaku x reader #porco x reader

[propertyofkylar]

whitney finds out their slut knows nothing about sanrio (coughmecough) and tries to educate them on all the lore, but without making it obvious that they fucking love sanrio

-slp

my left knee hasn’t stopped hurting for the past 3 days, hoping some fluff/silly fics will distract me from the pain ;-;

ohhh this is a cute idea bestie ur prompts always slay. hope it makes u feel better!

m!whitney x gn!pc, no warnings just fluff :3

“Oh! How cute is this one!” You picked up a Hello Kitty plush on the shelf as you browsed the toy shop.

You were spending time with your boyfriend, who had begrudgingly agreed to visit the store with you, but not without complaining most of the way. Even now, he stood a few steps behind you, and every time you glanced back at him, he was either staring at the ceiling or his feet.

The smile on your face grew as you picked the plush next to the first one you spotted. “And this one! I didn’t know Hello Kitty could also be a bunny.”

“That’s My Melody.”

“Hm?” You turned around at the sound of Whitney speaking. He rolled his eyes and took a step closer to you.

“Don’t be so dumb, slut. Hello Kitty isn’t a bunny. This is My Melody. It’s just a different character made by Sanrio.”

“Oh…” you blinked slowly, a little put off by the insult. “I didn’t know.”

Whitney sighed. “Yeah, that’s what I would expect from a dumb orphan slut like you.” He stepped closer still and began pointing at different plushes on the shelf. “Hello Kitty is the most popular, but there’s a lot of different characters Sanrio has. See? The one with the black is Kuromi, that one goes along with My Melody. The frog is Keroppi. And this is Cinnamoroll,” he handed you an adorable soft, white toy. “You probably think this is a bunny too, but Cinnamoroll is actually a dog. So is that yellow one. That’s Pompompurin.”

You nodded, trying to keep up. “Okay. Wow. I didn’t know there were so many.”

Whitney picked up a green plush - he said that was Keroppi, right? - and turned it over in his hands. “Yeah. There’s a lot more, too. But I wouldn’t expect a shit store like this to carry those. They only sell the most popular characters here. The good shit you gotta import from Japan.”

“Okay…” you said again.

“Like I said,” Whitney repeated, placing the toy back down and fixing you with a stare. “I wouldn’t expect a stupid slut like you to know anything about it.”

You frowned, though, as something dawned on you. “Wait. How do you know all of this?”

Whitney didn’t say anything at first, but his stare grew icier. You subconsciously took a step back. “I mean…” you tried to say, but he lifted up a hand and with a quick swipe, he knocked over the entire display of toys. They came tumbling down with a crash. And when you opened your mouth to say something, Whitney used that same hand to push your shoulder, sending you flat on your ass.

He shook his head with a tsk, looking at the mess. “What a clumsy slut. Look what you did! How embarrassing. You better get up, too,” he looked over the top of your head. “Looks like the manager is coming, and he doesn’t look happy. See ya around, bitch.”

And with a quick mock-salute, he spun on his heel and sped out of the store, leaving you alone surrounded by plush toys on the floor.

#dol #degrees of lewdity #whitney the bully #dol whitney #writing #hehehe this was fun #once i started. just couldn’t stop #love silly soft whit sm #dol whitney x reader #whitney x reader

[tired-writer-in-progress]

hihi uh I’ll resend this request again since you accidentally deleted it 😭 is it cool if I can get uh Teruko, Xander, Whit, (and one other character that I can’t think of ;w;) (all separate of course) finding their s/o (probably either neutral or female whichever ya want) heavily injured and bleeding from an attacker that they couldn’t tell who it was from how fast it all happened. I like the angst and stuff I hope this is ok ;w;

Yes sure, dw! I like angst. I decided to do the three you requested only. These are all set in chapter 1.

NEAR DEATH EXPERIENCE: VARIOUS DRDT X READER

TERUKO:

-She didn't know what to think when she and Levi found you unconcious in the laundry room with blood flowing from your head.

-She felt a lump in her throat as Levi ran to you, checking to see if you had any pulse.

-When she heard you groan, she was quick on her feet to kneel down next to you, worried.

-The two brought you to the infirmary, and when she heard that you couldn't see who it was because of how fast they were, her trust issues swam up.

-She only lets Arturo (begrudgingly) and Levi go near you when she's around. She's like a guard dog.

-Doesn't trust anyone. She has her hunting knife in her hand if anyone goes close to you.

XANDER:

-He screams when he and David see you out cold in the computer room. He runs in while David backs away from you, a bit worried.

-He starts shaking you awake violently, crying, saying that you couldn't leave him and that he didn't want to lose anyone else.

-It felt like a miracle when you opened your eyes. He hugged you so tight David thought he might have broken your spine.

-They get you to the infirmary and treat your wound. When you say you don't know who attacked you, Xander goes protective mode.

-Like Teruko, he doesn't trust people. Unlike her, he lets David, Eden or Teruko be around you without him.

WHIT:

-He thinks this is a really bad joke. He doesn't really believe your dead when he and Arei find you. He's not smiling. He's not laughing. He's just... void.

-He keeps telling you to wake up while walking up to you while Arei is just horrified. He kneels down and hugs you while whispering for you to wake up.

-His relief when you opened your eyes was inmense. He hugged you, you hugging back while Arei watched. She was just as relieved as Whit was.

-They bring you to the infirmary. When you tell them you don't know who attacked you, Whit become serious. He knows he can't take this as a joke anymore.

-He is by your side most of the time now, not leaving you alone again. He still has his humour and light-hearted personality, but he is vigilant and cautious.

#togo's writing #the pen is fully loaded! request accepted #danganronpa despair time #danganronpa despair time x reader #teruko tawaki #teruko tawaki x reader #xander matthews #xander matthews x reader #whit young #whit young x reader

[divineluckfuckoff]

5 for Xander 🥹🥹🥹

Ohhhh :>

5: Accidental kiss

"AREEEEEEEEIIIII! WHIIIIIIIIIIIT!"

"RUN WHIT RUN!"

"I'M RUNNING AS FAST AS I CAN AREI!!"

Now, you may be wondering:

What the fuck is going on? Well, let's rewind.

"So, the plan is: We push Y/n and Xander to kiss." Arei said, as she drew in a notebook the little plan. Whit nodded, smiling brightly.

"They're gonna be so pissed." the blond laughed, rubbing his hands like a wicked mastermind. Arei did the same.

"But it's worth it!"

The two sneaked around, seeing Xander and you talking about something they didn't care about enough to know. Whit slowly creot behind Xander, while Arei did the same behind you.

"And then I was like "You will never catch me alive!" and jumped to another building."

"You did?! And you didn't get hurt Xander?!" you asked, worried.

"Nope! I was fine." Xander lied, completely omitting the fact that he missed the jump, hit his face on the wall and nearly died from the fall if it wasn't for a tree.

"Woah... So co- Wah!-" you got interrupted due to the fact that you felt someone push you forwards. And, to your surprise, Xander was, too. Both of your faces went red when your lips touched.

"Mission success!" Arei cheered as she high fived Whit. You pulled away, glaring at the two little devils.

"Arei... Whit..."

"OH SHIT-"

"AREEEEEEEEIIIII! WHIIIIIIIIIIIT!"

"RUN WHIT RUN!"

"I'M RUNNING AS FAST AS I CAN AREI!!"

#togo's writing #arei nageishi #xander matthews #whit young #danganronpa despair time #despair time #drdt #danganronpa despair time x reader

[hedgewitchh]

#adventures in odyssey #visual novel #dating sim #whit #john avery whittaker #john avery whittaker x reader

[the-dumpster-fire-of-life]

Hi! I hope you doing well! Could one of Earth 42 Miles Morales x Female Reader where reader in his universe dead and he and her was dating before he become the prowler (I don't know if I write his name right English it's not my first language) and she go to earth 42 whit miles and he sees her again alive, and Miles is also dating Female Reader and is like "what do you mean "she's alive"?"

(Hello! I hope this fits and I hope you enjoy! So sorry if it sucks as this is my first spider-verse thing but I hope you enjoy!)

Taglist

Second Chance

You knew the moment you got here that something was wrong.

You were not home.

Home was 1610, not whatever the hell this was. You guys were supposed to be sent home, the DNA detected was supposed to send you home.

But you realized too late the Spider, the one that caused all of this, wasn't from home.

Everything was wrong.

Very wrong.

Especially when Miles' Uncle Aaron came through the door. Really wrong when he leads you up to the roof.

And really, fucking, wrong when you stared at a mural of your face, painted on a brick wall in front of you along with Miles' father.

You were dead here.

Home was where you were alive. This…this was not home.

"...(Name)..." You could hear Miles whisper in your ear, you couldn't answer back.

Too scared to look away from your smiling face painted into the brick.

You could tell Uncle Aaron was standing right beside you and Miles, both staring at the graffiti mural.

Miles looked to you, his hand gripping onto yours to try and bring you back from your own stare at your own mural.

Uncle Aaron flipped on a light, Miles hesitated to look, but when he did he could see his supposed Uncles stare.

You finally tore your eyes from the mural, gripping back onto Miles' hand almost as if it would take you away from this nightmare.

Uncle Aaron merely stared at you two as you both backed up, trying to get away.

But you didn't.

You could feel a stare on the back of your head, too late to turn around, but catching a glimpse along with Miles as someone jumped from a rooftop, knocking Miles senseless and into the ground unconscious.

"Shit- Miles!" You panicked, trying to grab him before he hit the ground but you didn't get the chance.

You noted how the one who punched your boyfriend out stared at you, never looking away as he slowly got closer.

He stepped over Miles' unconscious body, you tried to back away but had nowhere to go as Uncle Aaron wrapped his arm around your neck from behind.

"Hey! No- let me go!" You tried to fight back, clawing at his hand before a sting in your neck caused you to yell in pain.

The one in the purple suit stood closer as your body tried to keep fighting, but soon fell limp, your eyes rolled into the back of your head.

Uncle Aaron let you go, about to let you fall into the ground with your Miles. You were fully content with that.

Until the one in front of you caught you just as you closed your eyes to oblivion.

You still had some senses left until you were left completely out. So you could feel the way the boy caught you, carefully moving you in his arms.

Your eyes flickered open and closed, fighting to stay awake as he stared down at you before your eyelids dropped, and you couldn't help but fall asleep into nothing.

Uncle Aaron saw the way his nephew looked down at you, noting how close he held you and how he stared, his movements slow but gentle.

He could see the way he was careful with you, letting you rest in his arms and never letting you fall to the ground.

Something he had done before.

"Stop staring like they're yours. They're not." Uncle Aaron simply put, walking past his Nephew, Miles Morales, to throw the unconscious one over his shoulder.

"...I know. They're just…alive." Miles muttered, can't help but to stare down at your peaceful face in his arms.

You looked like you always did. Content and happy, peaceful to be in his arms.

Like you did before he lost you.

Seeing you alive and just as beautiful as he sat from afar stunned him for a moment, but relieved him as thoughts popped up in his head.

Maybe he got a second chance.

But as he looked over at your Miles, resentment grew.

How come he got to have everything he lost, when everything could've been avoided for him, and get to keep you?

His grip on you couldn't help but to strengthen, the thought of losing you again didn't sit well with him, especially to that Miles.

Not when he had a second chance.

So as he looked down at your sleeping face, one he used to wake up to and one he used to take pictures of just to tease you in the morning with,

He knew something.

He wasn't losing you again.

#earth 42 miles morales #miles morales x you #miles morales x y/n #miles morales #miles morales x reader #miles x reader #miles morales earth 42 x reader #earth 42 miles morales x reader #into the spider verse #into the spiderverse x reader #across the spider verse x reader #spider man: across the spider verse #across the spiderverse #spiderverse x reader #spider

[thelaisydazy]

Firefighter!Simon Riley x Reader - Locked Out

“Riley! Bad dog!”

You don’t have time to look up before a familiar German Shepherd barrels into you, knocking you to the ground and sending your keys skittering across the sidewalk. 

You sputter as the dog licks your face before a hand grips Riley’s collar and pulls him off you. You wipe the dog slobber from your face and look up expecting to see Simon, instead you see a broad man with a short mohawk, attempting to reign in the overexcited dog. 

“Sorry leannan, dinnae mean fur ‘im tae get away from me,” he said as you started to get back on your feet. 

“S’alright,” you say, brushing off your pants. You give him a quick once over. He's wearing jeans and a tight fitting navy T-shirt with the fire department’s emblem on it. 

He gives you a lopsided grin. “Lek whit ye see, bonnie?” He teases. 

Your face feels warm as you attempt to stutter out a response. 

“I'm only joking, lasso,” he chuckles at your embarrassment. He glances at the bakery door. “Gett’n off yer joab? Ye must be that wee thing the LT acts so sweet aboot.”

You stare at him for several moments, having little idea what he's saying. “I uh… I was just getting off work yeah,” you finally say. “Bakery's closed for the day, sorry.”

“Oh naw, I wasn’t look’n tae buy anyfing,” he said warmly. “Jus’ walkin’ Riley ‘ere.” He stuck a hand out. “Ye can call me Johnny.”

You shake his hand, giving him your name as well. “It’s nice to meet you,” you say. “I don’t mean to rush off, but I need to get home.” You stick your hands in your pockets, finally registering that your keys weren’t in their usual place. You pat your other pockets before looking around at the ground. 

“Whit ye look’n fer?” Johnny asked. 

“My keys,” you say. “I think I dropped them when Riley ran up.” Your eyes scan the sidewalk before spotting the storm drain by the curb. Johnny seems to read your mind as he walks over and looks through the grate. 

“Wee charm oan it?” he asks. 

You groan. Of course your keys had fallen into the storm drain. How were you supposed to get into your apartment now? Your landlord was away on holiday and he hadn’t left a spare behind. He wouldn’t be back until tomorrow night. You’d just spend the night in the bakery, but you’d already locked up for the night and no one would be back until morning. 

Johnny seems to sense your distress as he claps you on the back, knocking you from your thoughts. “Ye can stay wi’ us at th’ station house,” he suggested. “We can even get yer keys oot th’ drain fur ye.”

“I don’t wanna be a both-” you start to say but are cut off by Johnny. 

“Dinna fash!” he beamed at you. “ Nae trouble at all.”

Before you could protest, Johnny wraps a muscular arm over your shoulder and starts to guide you back to the station, grinning to himself as Riley trotted happily next to you. Simon was going to love this.

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As a treat, here's a second one today <3

#call of duty #cod fanfic #cod #ghost x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x reader #firefighter!simon riley #firefighter!ghost #141 firefighters #firefighter!soap #firefighter!john mactavish #soap #john soap mactavish x oc #john mactavish

[e-nonsense]

Loveeee your work,obsessed with it<3

Could you do a jason todd x reader with "you're mine.mine,mine,mine,mine" and "fuck,whit baby slow down"

MWUAHHHH LOVEEE

pairing. jason todd x reader

warnings. SMUT, use of pet names (doll, sweetheart), jealous/mean jason, unprotected sex, choking, praise + degradation kink, nipple play, overstimulation, orgasm denial, name calling (whore).

prompts used. “you’re mine. mine mine mine mine..” “Fuck, shit baby slow down.” from smut prompt list

a/n. HI thank you for the kind words and hope this is to your standards anon <3

The sounds of skin slapping and your moans filled the room, followed by Jason’s harsh words. “Stupid girl,” he hissed into your ear, moving up into you faster. His hands gripping your hips tightly, you’re sure they’ll leave a mark in the morning.

“Who do you think you are?” His hand came down on your ass, a sharp smack filling the room, followed by sounds of your distorted moaning. “Think you can just let another man touch you? Answer me.”

You immediately shook your head, “no no— no.” You cried out as his hips came to a stop, once again keeping you from another orgasm. “Jay, baby please— please don’t stop. I’ll be good,” truthfully you both knew that wasn’t true but Jason could help but feel a little pity for you. He’d been at this for an hour now, an hour of ruined orgasms.

“Think you deserve it, doll?” He hummed, his fingers coming to cradle your jaw and forcing you to look at him. “Think you can stop being a little whore for me?”

He smirked at your eager nodding, your head moving up and down n an attempted to convince him as your nails raked down his back leaving long red marks you’d apologise for later.

“Hm..” he hummed thoughtfully, his hands coming down from your hips to lift your thighs, he tilts his head down to look at where you’re connected, his cock smeared in all your juices. “If you insist,” he says before resuming his brutal pace of thrusting up into you.

He grins as your head is thrown back at his unforgiving thrusts before getting lost in his own pleasure, your back arches off the bed as your pretty hands move along his strong body to find anything to hold onto, eventually stopping to grip his biceps tightly.

“Fuck, shit baby slow down.”

You cry out, your hand moving to his hips to try to stop him but your attempts are futile as he moves even faster, the head of his cock hitting your g-spot again and again and again.

“Shhhh,” he whispers into your ear, leaning down to catch your nipple with his teeth before sucking it into his mouth with a pleasurable groan.

“You look so pretty sweetheart,” he coos softly, his eyes tracing over your figure after letting out a low moan when he feels you tighten around him, a sign that you’re close. “You gonna cum, pretty?” He asks, pressing a kiss under your jaw.

“Come for me, doll.” He murmurs against your skin, “remember who’s making you feel like this.” He adds, “you’re mine. mine mine mine mine..”

#jason todd x reader #jason todd #red hood x reader #j.todd #jason todd smut #jason todd drabble #enzo writes [📝]

[wake-me-up-inside-imagines]

Hi hi! Would a Charles Cuevas or Whit Young comforting a reader through a depressive episode be ok to write? It’s alright if not, and I love your works by the way. Don’t push yourself to write too much, remember to take breaks and it’s always ok to write short and sweet :)

Of course it's ok! I hope you're doing alright, remember to take care of yourself!

Also, I appreciate the kind words! Sometimes I feel the need to rush to get requests done, so it's reassuring to now it's ok to take breaks!

Charles and Whit with an S/O going through a depressive episode

Warnings: Depression and mental health issues

Gn! Reader

-Charles is pretty observant so he can tell somethings up almost immediately

-But he's not well versed with mental health and what it can look like, so he doesn't know exactly what it is that's causing you to act so different

-You'll either have to tell him directly, or he'll figure it out on his own once your depression gets to the point where you can't even leave your room

-Now, Charles is a bit emotionally constipated so at first he doesn't really know what to do

-He's very stiff when comforting you at first, he doesn't know what to say and physical affection isn't his strong suit

-So he focuses more on trying to help you instead

-Because despite how stone faced he seems at times, he does hate seeing you in such state, especially when he knows your suffering in a way he can't immediately fix

-Does a ton of research on depression, what can cause it, and what he can do to lessen its effect on you

-Upon finding out it comes in goes in episodes, he does all he can to help you ride this one out

-He'll try to get you out of the house if you have enough energy, he finds that going out helps clear his head so it might help you

-He tries to get you to eat more healthy meals because he knows junk food just makes you feel worse, but he can't cook for shit so he gets Whit to make your meals

-On days where you have enough energy to get up, he'll help you clean your room and your house, because a messy environment does actually have a negative impact on mental health

-He also tries to set you up with a therapist if you're up for it, because he knows as much as he can try, he's not a mental health professional and you need actual help

-He starts telling you he loves you more often, just so you know he's always going to be there for you, through thick and thin

-He sometimes worries that he's not doing enough, but you reassure him that you appreciate his effort

-He just wants you to be rid of your depression, and hopes you'll feel ok soon

-Like Charles, Whit is very perceptive, so he can tell somethings up

-Unlike Charles, he knows a lot about depression and mental health in general, so he's quick to figure out why you're acting differently

-He's tones down his over-the-top, jokey personality, leaving a more soft, gentle Whit

-He understands that you aren't in the mood to joke around, so he settles for comforting you in a more silent way

-He'll cuddle you on you're bad days, every so often whispering complements and reassurances in your ear

-On days where you have more energy, he encourages you to get up and do something, it doesn't have to be super exciting, maybe just taking a 10 minute walk or going by the store

-He'll also cook for you and help clean your house, anything to help lighten up your envirenment

-He often asks if you would like to go out with him and/or friends as a way to cheer you up, but he understands if you aren't up for it

-He hates seeing you depressed but he knows it's not something he can fully fix

-So he highly encourages you to see a therapist and maybe get on medication, even if it's just seasonal depression are something along those lines

-He does still joke around with you, but if you aren't in the mood for it he'll immediately stop

-Expect constant reminders of how much he loves you and how proud he is of you for enduring your depression

-He plans to be there with you every step of the way, until you feel like your old self again

(Sorry Whit's is shorter, I wasn't sure what else to put for him)

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[haisuu]

HIIII

I wanted to request charles, whit, xander and david with a crush that avoids them because rhe reader likes them to??

Of Course! Hope it’s worth the wait!

Did I Do Something?

a/n: OMG OMG OMG IM ACTUALLY ON THE LAST REQUEST OMG OMG THANK YOU FOR THE SUPPORT IM SO HAPPY AHHHH

OK SUMMARYY: You’ve always been someone who didn’t know how to deal with affection or attention, so a love life has been hard for you. There’s this guy you really like, but you’ve decided just to avoid him in order to protect your heart. How does he feel about this?

p.s: you’re the Ultimate Music Enthusiast (I was originally gonna do the ultimate simp but decided not too lol)

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Charles Cuevas!

Your crush on him was instantaneous, but it led to you barely interacting with him, much to Charles’ dismay. His crush may have occurred slower, but it was a lot more intense!

He saw you, and he couldn’t stand you. If there was one thing he liked about you from the start, it was the fact you never talked to him. It was clear that he didn’t think that the Ultimate Music Enthusiast was a true talent.

But something about the way you talked so little with some people, yet were so outspoken with your friends drew him in. He saw how you always had something snarky to say to anyone who didn’t like you.

Eventually, he noticed the little things, how he noticed your eye bags, and how they hung no matter how noticeable or unnoticeable they were. When you waved to people by only using one finger, or the top half of your hand down to your friends.

Yet, when he actually wanted to get to know you, he found his efforts were in vain. Whenever he walked up to you, you’d always give him a specific look, one he didn’t see you give to anyone else. It wasn’t the warm, tired one you gave to your friends, or the disgusted, avoidant ones you gave to people you didn’t like.

This look, it was mixed with nervousness and something else, something he couldn’t place. Was it happiness? Terror? Disgust? He didn’t know and it killed him inside. He has observed you for so long yet can’t recognize a simple look on your face? He felt so stupid.

This cycle repeated for a few days. He would seek, you two would meet, then, you would fleet, and it would all repeat. It wasn’t until Whit told him the words he’d been waiting to hear for so long as you scurried away.

“They really like you y’know?” Whit told him. His heart stopping as he said that. But, he wanted to hear it from you, that was all he wanted. So, he stood up, and he walked to your room, his shoes clicking against the flooring. He knocked and you answered, he finally had the chance, and he wasn’t gonna miss it.

“..I really like you, do you like me back?” His confession was a lot like him, straight to the point, no shortcuts, just the truth. And by the way you looked, he knew that you liked him back. But when you nodded, it was like he just ascended into heaven. No, it was exactly like heaven.

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Whit Young!

He always knew about your crush on him, how could he not? The way you immediately took your eyes away when he looked at you, or how your lips curved upwards if you ever heard his voice. He noticed those things, somehow. But he noticed them.

It was quite endearing, really. He’s had people crushing on him before, but, this was different. This time, he actually reciprocated the feeling. But, for some reason, he didn’t know what to do.

He’s technically never had a crush on someone before. He was always the one making sure couples were formed. He never wanted to be in a relationship, or rather, he never thought about being in one until now.

Whenever he looked at you, he saw someone who was the perfect blend of chaos and empathy. Someone he could admire from afar and up-close at the same time.

He thought he could just chatterbox his way up into your heart, but when you were nowhere to be found, he was heartbroken!

He didn’t want to just jump in on the conversation, he wanted to actually get to know you. To spend time with you, and only you. Something he wasn’t used to doing, he usually just talked and talked and he would become close with people at the drop of a hat!

He’d walk, and walk, and walk, but there was never a moment where you’d be alone. You always had someone tagging along with you. Not to mention, you had your room always locked, and were always “too busy” to open it up and let him in! Yet whenever one of your friends asked, they were let in right away!

He was so hurt! He just wanted to confess his undying love to you! He constantly ended up venting about this to Charles, much to his annoyance. (wow im sooo creative, using whit and charles in each others headcanons..)

“I just want to tell them that my love for them is larger than life! Is that really so wrong!” “Yes, absolutely.” “You’re not helping!” Was practically becoming a classic conversation between them.

After what felt like years, (it was only a few days), he finally got the chance to speak with you! With no one else around, he vent his heart out, laying everything on the floor.

“I love you! I-I don’t know how else to put it. But, I really want to be with you!” He did it..he finally did it. He confessed to you! When you accepted his confession, he hugged you with all his might, placing his lips on yours!

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Xander Matthews!

As soon as Xander laid eyes on you, he felt a spark buzz around in his chest, he had to go talk to you!

At your first interaction, you were so jittery, and the conversation ended after only exchanging names and ultimates before you ran off somewhere else!

Xander was…disappointed to say the least. You seemed like such a sweet person! Especially in the following weeks when he saw you laughing like a maniac with your friends! If you were able to laugh with them so easily, why were you so nervous around him?

Then, it hit him…he was probably just startling you, right? Maybe if he just took off his brown coat, and spoke in a less energetic tone, you’d talk to him, right?

…No. It didn’t work, of course it didn’t! Because that wasn’t the reason you didn’t talk to him, but he didn’t know that, of course. He just thought he had to take a different approach.

After a few days of unsuccessfully trying to talk to you, he eventually took a moment to lie down on his bed, Teruko beside him. The brunette’s face was clearly annoyed at Xander’s efforts. “You’re acting like they’re the love of your life, y’know?” Teruko said.

Xander took a moment to think about her words. Then, he realized, she was right. He was acting like he was in love with you. “That’s because I am!” He said, his words flowing like water. “Why do you think I’m trying so hard to talk to them? There’s something so…beautiful about them.” He told Teruko, his words were completely serious. Something about you made his heart flutter.

Yet, he knew so little about you. He only knew your name, and your ultimate. Yet, if that was all he figured out about you for the rest of his life, he’d be at peace with that.

But that didn’t mean he wasn’t going to try. Xander stood up, and walked to your dorm. Taking a deep breath, he knocked on your door. When you opened it, his heart gave a flutter, but he didn’t dare utter a word (CAUSE THAT WOULD BE ABSUUURD BEHAVIOR). He immediately grabbed the door in order to keep it open. Especially since at one point, you slammed the door on him when he tried to talk to you.

“Y-Y/n! I want to talk to you!” He said, taking another deep breath as you stood there, hands behind your back due to nervousness. “I really, really like you. Like, more than I thought I would. And, I was hoping you’d allow me to be your..boyfriend?”

David Chiem

Oh, David…what a polarizing figure he was to you.. You could immediately tell something was slightly off with him. How could someone be so positive and uplifting their whole life?

As a result of this, you tended to avoid him, most of it was unintentional, but there were times when you’d purposefully avoid him. Something about his vibe was both…alluring yet also…unsettling? You just couldn’t explain it.

For David, meeting you was like a meeting your new pet rock. Something that was weirdly sentimental for no real reason. He just couldn’t stop staring at you, his eyes always glazing over your figure.

In his eyes, however, he saw something more…he saw a light. He saw someone he could trust, someone he could hold and cherish in his arms for all of eternity.

But, he couldn’t, the most he was spared was a glance across the hallway before you went on your day. It was insufferable, honestly. To watch your pretty face walk around for a few fleeting moments before you crawled up into your room for what felt like hours. He just could never confront you about this new sensation.

So, he waits, and waits, and waits for hours sitting at the dining table until you come out for your 3am snack. As soon as you do, his eyes widen and he jumps up. He immediately walks over to you, his eyes widening as he takes you in. You looked so beautiful, even if you were drowned in eye bags and groans, you still looked like heaven.

He finally spoke up. Although you made him question many things, he knew one thing for sure. He wanted to take this slow… “..Do you mind if I accompany you to the kitchen? I’m sure you’d like some company!” He said, the smile on his face clear despite the room’s dark setting.

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Well…it’s been a bit! But I always do my best to finish any requests! I’ll open up requests in probably a month or two to be realistic, but nobody knows lol. But, anyways, I hope you enjoyed my comeback request! Remember that someone out there cares about you! Goodbye!!!

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[curtsycream]

Heyyyy it's me again

Okay so

Poly141 (all dating each other) where they're all like. Lounging in the living room, watching a movie or something. Reader is upstairs in the bathroom (she made an excuse to get away), looking at herself too much in the mirror. She tries to hide she's insecure, but Johnny comes upstairs to find her, and he sees her staring and grabbing her stomach. He watches for a second but when he sees her tearing up, he walks in, picks her up, and takes her to the guys downstairs. He makes her explain to them what he saw, and it turns into fluffy smut? Like the guys are over here like "?????? stfu before i put my baby in you 🙄" and it's gets a little rough, but still fluffy?

Idk it's hella self-indulgent, but no pressure if you don't wanna write it :)

Beautiful Woman

Poly!TF141 x F!Reader

Heyyyyy, how ya doing? I would never turn down a request like this. I hope you like it lovely <33

warnings: not proofread to the highest tier, Soap’s accent is thick (I apologize couldn’t help it), body insecurities, a bit of dysmorphia if you read into it, penetration (p in v), oral (f receiving), idk

Movie nights were always her favorite as she leaned her head on Soap’s shoulder. Her fingers entwined with Ghost’s as they watched Grownups. The movie selection was Gaz’s as he seemed to find the movie pure comedy gold. He felt the same about Mall Cop, something Price could partially agree with.

Laughter from Soap and Gaz filled the room along with Ghost’s random commentary. She was enjoying herself but that gut wrenching feeling was there. Where it felt as if all eyes were on her. She knew it wasn’t that way but her mind made it hard to think clearly. At first she simply wrapped her free arm around her stomach. But it wasn’t enough she knew they weren’t but in her mind they were laughing at her. It was nauseating, standing up abruptly she let a half-baked excuse leave her lips. “Need to use the bathroom,” she told them when they looked to her.

They didn’t notice anything off until she went upstairs. There was a perfectly fine bathroom downstairs but she didn’t go to it. Sharing a look they took a moment to write it off. They didn’t want to cause any alarm when she probably forgot.

The bathroom door slammed close, her eyes focused on her reflection in the mirror. Many times have they assured her that they loved the way she looked. But insecurities like that never went away at the drop of a hat. Raising her shirt she turns to the side looking at her side profile. The way her stomach looked bothered her, her finger tracing over a stretch mark.

Her eyes brimmed with tears as she looked at herself head on. Sucking in her stomach she runs a hand over her stomach. Even as she did it she felt inferior in a way. Compared to women from their pasts she wasn’t like them. She wasn’t thin or shaped like a coke bottle, she didn’t feel like their type.

It was a silly concept to focus on the women they dated and determine the kind of women they like. She knew it was but for some reason as her eyes stare at stomach she assumed this was a joke. That she didn’t deserve them because she didn’t fit the standard of the women they didn’t stay with.

Squishing her stomach she sniffled just as the bathroom door opened. He went unnoticed until he stepped forward when seeing how her bottom lip trembled. His eyes on her hands as they squish her stomach. It was clear what was going on as he pulls her against him. His finger rests under her chin as he lifts her head to look at him.

“Whit urr ye daein'?”

His voice was a blanket of warmth over her as he spoke to her. “I—“ she began before stopping.

“Ye?”

It was evident that he wasn’t going to let this go, that was reasonable. Shaking her head she uses her hands to dry her eyes. “I don’t deserve you guys, I’m just..look at me.”

“Shut th' hell up, afore ah pat a baby in ye tae prove it..”

“I’m serious Johnny, no matter what I do I always feel so goddamn inferior to the women you’ve dated. Do you even love me or am I just a spur of the moment decision.”

Her words cut him deep leaving him with a hurt look on his face. He didn’t say anything he just looked at her, it was worrying. But before she could ask him about it he picked her up. Wide eyed she let him carry her as if she weighed nothing to him. Not a single grunt or groan left him to indicate that he was struggling.

When he put her down she landed on the couch in a seated position. All eyes were on her a feeling she hated especially now.

“Tell thaim,” he said pointing to the other three men. Their attention no longer on the movie that was now paused.

Fiddling with her fingers she shrugged looking down, “I don’t deserve you guys…you could have anybody and you pick me. I know I sound a bit childish but that’s how I feel, I don’t compare to the women you’ve dated. I don’t even feel comfortable in my skin, I feel too big.”

“Dated? past tense, there are reasons we aren’t dating those women anymore. Just like there’s a reason we’re with you,” Gaz said his tone just as serious as his expression. She wasn’t used to such a look on his face where a smile usually lived.

Opening her mouth to speak she was cut off by Price. The older man had a similar expression on his face, “you deserve more than you’ll admit. You’re perfect for us trust me if we didn’t love everything about you we wouldn’t be with you, darlin’”

“Stop selling yourself short, if I had the option of anyone I would still pick you. There’s no question about it, lovie.”

The tears that were brimming her eyes soon fell. She couldn’t hold it in anymore as she cried from their words. She was pulled into a chest realizing it was Ghost from the smell of kohl and steel. Even when they were away from work he always managed to smell that way. “How would you know, you can’t prove that?” She asked her voice muffled by his shirt.

“Ye'r perfect fur us, we kin aye prove that,” Soap let out.

A surge of desire coursed through Soap’s body as he watched Gaz’s skilled and intimate ministrations. The way Gaz’s tongue danced across her delicate folds, eliciting moans of pleasure from their girl, sent a jolt of arousal straight to Soap’s core.

He couldn't tear his eyes away as Gaz’s tongue worked its magic, exploring every inch of her pussy. The vulnerability displayed by her, the trust placed in their hands, it all fascinated him.

Swallowing hard, she gripped Price’s hand as his lips were attached to one of her breasts. His kisses were enough to melt her to the core. She kept her eyes open as she looked over at Ghost who was stroking his cock as he watched. He was anticipating his turn to show her just how important she was to them. Licking her lips she moans when Price’s fingers rub her clit. She wasn’t prepared for the assisted pleasure her mind reeling at the feeling of Price’s fingers and Gaz’s tongue.

“Ye keek sae bonny lik' this, lass,” Soap’s words cut through the thick layer of lust and need. Her eyes on him as he moves closer his lips slamming onto hers. The kiss was quick pace as if he was putting all of his love into it.

Her thighs squeezed around Gaz’s head as she panted into Soap’s mouth. Her body trembling as she felt close, a sign they all were familiar with. “Look at that wanna cum so bad, wanna make a mess on Kyle’s tongue huh, darlin’?”

All that left her was a moan into Soap’s mouth at Price’s words. His fingers were pulling at her nipples as she came. Her fingers gripping Gaz’s hair as she moaned loudly into Soap’s mouth. He didn’t relent as he seemed to swallow all of her moans.

When Gaz pulled away so did Soap allowing her to see the man lick his lips clean. A smile on his face as he sat up caressing her inner thigh, “still tasting good I see.”

His words left her a mess almost as much as Ghost was about to leave her. She knew the moment Gaz stepped away what was going to happen. Her eyes found Ghost as he made his way between her legs. His large hands gripping her thighs parting her legs a bit more. The sound of kissing faint as Soap tasted her off of Gaz’s lips.

“You’re so pretty, lovie,” Ghost’s words distracted her from him entering her. A moan leaving her lips as she felt him slowly sink into her. “Always so fuckin’ tight too,” he praised.

His words and actions left her feeling fuzzy inside. Just as she thought that would be enough she felt kisses trailing down her stomach. “Love everything about you, darlin’. Look at how pretty you are taking Simon’s cock. Making him feel so good,” his words rang loud in her ears. “Tell me how pretty you are, we wanna hear you darlin’.”

She was used to their reassurance and love but it always felt different when they were intimate. It seemed to cement just how much they truly meant what they said. How they showed her body love in the most intimate of ways. “I’m very pretty,” she choked out when Price left a hickey on her thigh.

As Ghost’s speed picked up he caged her between his arms. His face dropping to the crook of her neck, his breath fanning her skin. “Gonna put a baby in you, let you carry around proof that we love you.”

Shuddering she whimpered at his words while he thrusted ruthlessly into her. It wasn’t long until she was clamping around his cock. Her eyes fluttering shut when she came around him. In return he gasps sharply as her pussy milks him for all that he has.

It served as a reminder even after they cleaned up. She stood in front of the mirror again after the shared shower between them. Behind her stood Price whose hands were on her bare hips. “Look at you, the prettiest woman there is.” He would whisper in her ear as he left kisses along her shoulder. “Regardless of how you feel about yourself I promise you that we aren’t thinking those same bad things you are. You look sexy and it’s okay to not be what you think you should be. We love how you look, darlin’.”

Nodding her head she tears up watching him leave kisses on her skin in the mirror. It was reassuring in ways she had never experienced before. With them she knew she would be loved, they would always make that clear to her.

Soap peeked his head into the bathroom with squinted eyes, “Ye let Si pump a baby intae ye afore ah cuid? ah wis th' yin wha said it first” he tells her.

A laugh left her lips as she listens to him, “I’m sorry,” said said to him. Shaking his head he holds his hand out, “Na sorry, wur aboot tae dae that now.”

Translations again I want to thank my friend who was able to tell me how to write Soap’s words properly. He’s a real one <33 For words like baby, first, maybe a few more I changed them because my keyboard hates the word bairn for some reason.

Whit urr ye daein'? - What are you doing?

Ye? - You?

Shut th' hell up, afore ah pat a baby in ye tae prove it. - Shut the hell up, before I put a baby in you to prove it

Tell thaim - Tell them

Ye'r perfect fur us, we kin aye prove that - You’re perfect for us, we can always prove that

Ye keek sae bonny lik' this, lass - You look so beautiful like this, girl

Ye let Si pump a baby intae ye afore ah cuid? ah wis th' yin wha said it first - You let Si pump a baby into you before I could? I was the one who said it first.

Na sorry, wur aboot tae dae that now. - No sorry, we’re about to do that now

#x reader #poly!reader #fluff #poly fanfic #poly!cod #poly!tf141 #cod smut #cod angst #cod 141 #cod x reader #kyle gaz garrick x reader #johnny mctavish x reader #john price x reader #simon riley x reader #ghost smut #john price smut #soap smut #gaz smut

[rusmii]

Ok so before I forget what i dreamed about PLEASE IM BEGGING U RESPOND PLEASE PLEASE AND IF U DON'T DO REQUEST PLEASE DO IT WHEN U OPEN REQUEST PLEASE SO I WILL ASK DIFFERENT CREATORS THIS BUT DIFFERENT ANIME OR GAME MALE CHARACTER SO.....

Female reader pls so

Yn is gf whit bsd men i want reaction of them when u set up a camera start recording and put her head between the legs and it goes like this:

'''Hello girls lets do a unboxin video "" and she starts uk unzipping undressing.....

What will they do will the men allow her to do it does one of them do reverse card and just does yn unboxin or dies he let her please i need Rat man AKA fyodor dazai and chuuya u can add other mennu want please IM BEGGING U I NEED ONE U PROBABLY KNOW WHAT DAZAI WILL DO WHAT HIS REACTION WILL BE OR WHATEVER CHARACTER U ADD U CAN MAKE PT2 OR PT3 PLEASE 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭(SORRY IF MY ENGLISH IS BAD ITS MY 3 LANGUAGE AND AHEM) HARD SMUT AND ""gives him or her a cookie 🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪

❝ HEY GIRLS! LET’S DO AN UNBOXING VIDEO 2DAY !!! ❞ — brat taming edition

( ⟡ ). fyodor, dazai, chuuya x FEM!bodied reader (afab / fem. names)

( 𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐨 ⟡ ). your boyfriend has had such a stressful week this month! with him ignoring your usual antics for attention—you stir the pot looking for ideas to get his attention back on you. what kind of stupid shit did you pull off this time to make him so mad, he has to fuck the brat outta you? wc;;; 2,560

( cws ⟡ ). just know this is hardcore brat taming erm… NOT EDITED/PROOFREAD, POSSIBLE OOC. no protection, riding/cowgirl, meanie fyodor, DOM!fyodor, long dick fyo, mentions of brat everywhere, poorly used russian translator, begging and pleading, P->I, pet names/nicknames, DOM!dazai, cunni/fem oral. , fingering, g-spot hitting yum, implied safe wording in dazais part, dirty talk, punishments, desk sex in both dazai and chuuyas part, bending over, DOM!chuuya, fucking u doggy, ass slapping, mean name calling (lovingly), rough fucking, kinda public sex, the thrill of getting caught, chuuya is a yap while having sex, he becomes a whiny bitch as he cums. ALL DIVIDERS/BANNERS MADE BY ME!!!!!

( ans ⟡). OH MY GOSH I ACTUALLY FINISHED THIS 💀 let's ignore the fact that dazais part is shit and that I forgot about the cameras after fyos pt... anyways hi love! I don't take reqs but I rlly liked this idea so I took it as a suggestion <3 dw abt ur english I understood it !!

if u liked this imma need to know why

#( FYODOR🪽. ) wc; 934

he sighs, ivan had been nagging him all week, the already stressful month not helping with his situation. because of this, fyodor has had less time to give you any sort of attention, only merely passing a small greeting when you two meet each other in bed after the days are over. it isn’t until today, did you have enough of his busy schedule; and ivan’s touchy hands feeling your man up. body kneeling in between his legs, you look up with your dashing eyes—words being uttered with such disgrace and impurity as he suppresses a big sigh. “hey girls! let’s do an unboxing video today!~” unzipping his fly slowly, your eyes never leave his; camera settled in the corner recording everything. including what he was about to do to his brat.

“lyubov',” fyodor lifts your chin with his fingers, angling it so that your little camera stunt was capturing your expression. he gives you a shallow thrust, dick hitting so deep, it almost kisses your cervix. “it’s rude to ignore your audience. why don’t i cut you some slack, hm?” he suggests, switching your positions. turning your head away from the camera, it was clear as day that you wanted to turn it off to hump his dick freely, but you knew damn well your boyfriend wasn’t as nice as he made himself out to be.

he taps your thigh, “ride me dorogoy.” like a chain of commands, you move your hips, pussy sliding his dick in and out without much effort. “fyo..~” you moan, sweat rolling down your head as his cock bullies it’s way deeper inside. “no, brats don’t get to talk. brats need to earn the approval of their master.”— fyodor talks, as if he were your owner. after hearing that you needed to earn your privilege back, you embarked on your journey to make this one hundred percent harder for him. “no,” you stop moving, resting your body on top of his lap.

knowing your play, fyodor doesn’t take your disobedience lightly. “[name], my dear. pleasure me or don’t get off at all.” he warns. it was your last warning before fyodor grabbed his book from the nightstand and left you to rot on his dick until you got the memo. panic slowly starts to settle in once you realize the weight of the situation. you’ve been longing for his attention for so long and you got it! but at what cost? fyodor clicks his tongue, giving you a minute left to decide your next choice.

you bite your lip, hips moving slowly against him as he sighs and grabs his book anyways. “wait! i’m - i’m riding you!” you try to smack the book away, a sharp glare and a thrust knocking you back into place. “hn~ fyodor! why are you reading?!” you slam down onto his dick, skin being smacked and mushed together by sweat was echoed through the bedroom. ignoring your pleas and begging, fyodor simply flips to the next page, fully aware of the tears threatening to glass your eyes up if he didn’t start praising you like his good girl in the next few minutes.

your hands rest on his stomach, pushing your body up every time you fall back down in hopes of getting his attention back on you. “hah..~ fyo~ please-please pay attention to me..” you whine, clenching your walls. that seemed to get a reaction out of him, breath pausing just for a second before he recomposes himself and shakily turns to the next page. “fyo-dor!~” — “sorry, i couldn’t hear you over your blabbering.” he shuts the book, placing it aside. “what did my brat beg of me?” your pace sped up, hips and legs trembling from your approaching orgasm that was just on the horizon.

you were so close, but it wasn’t enough. you needed him to fill and fuck every spot in your pussy—and you were getting more desperate by the second. “well? i’m not asking for much, parshivets.” he leans forward, elbows propped up to support himself better. “what did you say in your previous sentence?” he sets his hands on your waist. tears has already welled up in your eyes—his cock nudging against your g-spot. “go on, tell me.” his face was near yours, eyes staring at yours while he captured your lips into a kiss.

his hips snapped up, angling it so that he was able to hit your spot head on with each passing thrust. “ghnn!!~” you squeal into the kiss, stomach tying into knots as your arms fall limp. “say it,” he moves down to your neck, biting down near the crook of it. “ah! hmm~ i - please pay attention to me!” you gave in when he starts speeding up his thrusts. “ ‘m to me! pay attention t’mee!!~” body giving out, you threw your head back as drool spread down your lips. “ ‘m sorry! pay attention to me!~ pay attention - ghhoo!!!”

“ah~ such lewd sounds coming from you,” fyodor groans, the grip of his hands tightening a bit as he feels his balls starting to empty itself. “fuck -!” he cursed, pretty unexpectedly, “take it all lyubov'!” he moans—dick so deep you could feel his load seeping into your womb bit by bit. all it took was one final thrust to send you into oblivion, eyes rolling back it turns white, your throat dry from all the gasping you emitted.

he sighs, feeling his stress starting to alleviate itself post-orgasm. “[name]? maybe you were right. maybe i do like this little bratty side of you—maybe i should start ignoring you more often, maybe-“ — “fyodor, no.”

#( DAZAI🪽. ) wc; 729

dazai slams the stack of papers onto his desk, the mental pressure of everything getting too overwhelming for him. this month has been pretty stressful, with this week’s case biting him in the ass. dazai swore that he would ditch work to leave it all to atsushi and kunikida, but unfortunately he was caught sneaking out the back by the latter. his punishment was to finish up everyone’s end of the month report and he was stuck in the office during late nights. you, being a clerk but also his girlfriend, decided that enough was enough, and that you needed his attention back on you—all huffy and displeased when he swats your hands away from his body. opting to go the difficult route, you push yourself under the desks and in between his legs, dazai’s wide eyes not expecting what you were about to say next. “hey girls!~ let’s do an unboxing videooo!!” you smirk, sliding the zip down to reveal his hardening cock inside his boxers.

your back slammed onto his desk, all papers and stationary thrown off in a hurry. you wince, the wood hitting you hard. “aw! had i known that my sweet little brat was in such a desperate headspace, i would’ve folded much sooner~” he sang, voice not matching the mischief in his smile. by now, his face was near your crotch—skirt hiked up as he pressed his fingers on the band of your underwear. “hey [name]’s friends! let’s do an unboxing video, hm?~” he chirps, dragging the piece of cloth down one leg, showing your vulva in full display. “look, girls! my girl is so wet!” he flicks your clit, not minding your flinch one bit.

“say… [name]?” dazai inquires, lips only inches away from your folds. his tongue drags across your pussy—from bottom to top. “mhmn~ what?” you huff out in pleasure, frustration agitating your sex from the lack of stimulation. “mm, nothing. just needed to make sure you were still with me,” he jokes, getting himself comfortable on his knees and securing your legs into his arms. “mmm’kay! gonna start, you better not move an inch or else.” after giving you his final warning and conditions, dazai starts going to town on your pussy. he starts by giving your clit tiny kisses before he sticks his tongue inside your folds.

arching your back, you let a moan ripple out, “fuck! samu!~” bunching his hair into your fists, dazai groans—tongue dipping inside your cunt. rotating between your clit and pussy, dazai doesn’t spare a single second on air, not caring about his dwindling oxygen levels. breathing can wait, his main goal was to get you to cum as fast as he can—attempting to set a new record for you both. “osamu! i- hold on~” you catch onto his little game, trying to pry his face off your crotch. intertwining his hands with yours, dazai traps it in his.

“no, my love..” he sighs, “you’ve already been too much of an attention whore earlier today. we don’t need more of your attitude right now.” dazai, now a little annoyed by your lack of compliance, decides that instead of edging, he’s going to overstimulate you until you’re crying and begging for his mercy. “lovely dear,” he starts. you feel the gears shift in your head as you realize your mistake; moving. “i’ve let you off the hook once, but i see.. you’re still repeating old habits.” slapping your pussy, you yelp, not expecting the force of the slap to be so harsh. “ow! what the fuck osamu?!-” 

“nu-uh,” he cuts you off, his fingers replacing the empty loss inside your cunt. “ah!- osamu..!~” you completely change up your tune. the soft twisting of his fingers gets your brain muddled within seconds, a slight force pressing itself around your g-spot. “let's switch up our usual punishments for tonight.” he suggests, thumb rubbing your clit gently. dazai curls his fingers, making sure to angle it in a way that has you drooling. “we're going to stay in the office for overtime, and you'll cum on my tongue until sunrise.”

with his conditions set in stone, you knew you had fucked up by seeing his wicked smile. “you know what to say if you need me to stop.” in one swift motion, dazai is already lapping at your cunt with his hands pushing on your knees

#( CHUUYA🪽. ) wc; 897

chuuya didn't have time to entertain your little musings recently. it's not like he wanted to ignore you, trust him—he really didn't, but sometimes even time was out of his control and he was speeding against the clock to get this project done in time. having enough of him ignoring you, you stay beside him, chuuya thinking that you were just idly sitting next to him as a good support. but in truth, you already had a trick up your sleeve. sinking to the floor, you have your hands on his lap as you unzip his fly with an innocent expression on your face. “good evening girls! let's do an unboxing vid today!~” you giggle to yourself as chuuyas shocked expression morphs into that of irritation. getting up, he leaves you be—unfortunately for him, you had a plan b. slapping his ass hard, you give him a smooch before making a run for it down the hall, with your boyfriend loudly shouting at you to ‘get your ass back here’.

his hands knead the plush of your ass, his strong and veiny hands handling you roughly with some sort of care to it. “fucking bitch.” he mutters under his breath, bending you over his desk. “you didn't need to go the extra mile for my attention, but here you are,” chuuya unbuckles his belt. he pushes up your skirt, laughing in mockery when he sees the wet patch sticking on your underwear. “damn, couldn't wait huh? what? did you finger yourself before acting up?”

not waiting for an answer, he slaps your ass. the stinging pain making you bite your lip. “talkin’ to ya’, don't ignore me.” he pushes his boxers down to expose his rock-hard dick, tip leaking precum and all. he rubs his dick in the crack of your ass, asking if you could feel the effect you had on him. “yes - ah!- hu-hurry…” a shake breath left your lips as you feel the redhead align himself up with your hole. chuuya leans down, “y'know what to say, right sweets?” he whispers into your ear. nodding your head, you push your ass onto his crotch.

after receiving your consent, chuuyas hips slammed into yours—a loud moan rippling out of you both. “fuuuck,” he groans. “ahnn!~ haa..” trembling a bit, your hands latched to the edge of his desk. without wasting a single second to spare, chuuya starts humping you like a bitch in heat. pretty ironic considering his previous name calling from earlier. “hgn! chu - ah!~ chuchu!” you moan his name without shame. chuuya grunts, shoving your head into his desk. “dammit - fuck. shut up!” he shouts just barely above a whisper.

“you want my men to hear how much of a slut you are?” he questions, thrusts speeding up with each word. you don't have any time to breathe by how chuuya us knocking the wind out of your lungs every second. “to hear all your moans - when they already saw you act like an absolute porno bitch.” he grabs ahold of your hair and bundles it up into his palm. pulling you up, chuuya forces you to look at the slightly cracked open door.

“see that?” his voice is hushed, a huge contrast to your bitten muffles. “they won't even need to walk in, all they need'a do is walk by.” chuuya slaps your ass, “to see how much of an absolute cock slut you are for me.” you squeal when chuuya hits that certain spot inside you, legs kicking the ground as you try to sustain what's little left of yourself before you went full-blown whore for him. “chu!~ ghnn!!gonna!!~ mm! I'm gonna-cumm!” 

chuuyas dick curves so perfectly inside you, the tip of his dick punching your g-spot and drags along it as he slides in and out of your cunt. “naaah, brats don't get to cum. hold it or don't cum at all.” he orders, hips not slowing down one bit despite his notion.  “c-cant!!” you try to explain to him, your orgasm reaching its limit. chuuya doesn't listen however, your mindless blabber can be saved for when you're actually fucked dumb.

“you can,” he supports himself using one arm while his free hand wraps itself under your stomach, feeling his dick bulge your stomach. “wait for me dolly, alright?” he groans, his own high building up as soon as you whine so beautifully underneath him. you shake your head, cunt starting to burst glitter everywhere. “ ‘m sorry! ‘m soorrry!! sorrryyy!!!~” he hears you squeal in anticipation, dick nestled onto your spot as he grinds into you. 

“aha~ shit pretty girl. yer’ still so fuck-ghn!- fuck, tight~” chuuyas breath is heavy, he sounds exhausted but you knew better than to believe that. he stamina was no joke and you could testify first hand to that. his hands grip your hips hard, thrusting so aggressively, you think he's going to drag the uterus out with him. “gunnacum-cumcum~ cumming - shit!~ [name]!!~” he moans your name rather loudly—hypocrite much. as he cums, chuuya bit your shoulder blade, hips stilling inside your pussy once white ropes shoot inside thick and creamy.

“fucking hell pretty - ‘m so sorry,” he whines into your shoulder, subtly rutting into you to ride out his high. “you're so pretty. my good girl, can't ever be mad at you.”—again, such a stark contrast to his earlier behavior towards you.

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Across The Way

Ch. 2: And So It Begins

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Summary: You go to Scotland with high hopes for your future. After all, you have the bakery you always dreamed of and a whole new life to live. Plus, the men who own the butcher’s shop across the street seem nice.

A/N: I got this out a lot faster than I thought I would. Hopefully my work doesn’t get too insane and I can get the next out in a timely manner - it’s going to be a bigger one!

“You were right.” Simon carefully cuts through the loaf with a serrated knife. He’s never lost his skill with them, despite their uses becoming increasingly more domestic over the years. It’s charming, in a way - the juxtaposition of where they started and where they are now.

“Right about whit?” Johnny asks.

“She is a pretty little thing.”

“Donnae tell me I need tae be worried about ye sneakin’ off at work.” He jokes. Simon would never, of course, but it’s fun to see the way his cheeks heat up at the implication. Without his mask he wears every expression with reckless abandon.

Simon settles his large frame into the seat across from Johnny at the dining table. It’s small, they don’t need much. The chairs always creak under Simon’s weight in an almost threatening fashion. He pushes a plate with two pieces of the bread and some eggs over to Johnny. There’s an odd tug in his chest when he picks up the slice - an urge to be gentle as he spreads butter over it. Gentility is not a compulsion he feels often.

“S’good.” Simon mutters around his bite.

Johnny nods along after taking one himself. There’s love in it - he can tell. A piece carefully crafted with only absolute perfection in mind. How strange that food can carry such a feeling.

“Was a wee bit worried we’d be stuck across from the nicest, worst baker in the world.” He mutters.

Simon huffs out a half laugh.

~~~

Your first week goes by in a blur. For a small town they sure do manage to keep you busy. It’s good, you remind yourself. Better than none. If you keep it up at this rate you’ll be able to hire help by the end of the summer quarter.

By Monday, the first day of your “weekend”, you’re overdone. Head dizzy and body exhausted, you spend the day in bed. It’s a gratifying exhaustion, one you hope to build more of a tolerance for. As of now, though, you elect to remain deeply buried under the covers.

When you wake for a second time the sun is already near setting again. The entirety of Monday slunk by with you in bed. You grumble to yourself angrily like an old man. You wanted to unpack today - to at least get your clothes and kitchen items put away.

“Stupid.” You grouse. At least you still have time to shower, you suppose.

As you stand the world blacks out for a moment, your body swaying in place. You allow yourself to fall back on the bed, sitting while your vision slowly comes back into focus. Blinking away black dots and off squiggles that dance across your eyes. On attempt number two you manage it, making your way to the bathroom.

The work is worth it. The pain is worth it.

This is what you always wanted, after all.

You are happy. You can feel it in your bones. They’re lighter than they used to be - your whole body thrums with excited energy even as you have to lower yourself with the upmost care into the shower seat. Even as you have to scrape one of the cheap fold out chairs you managed to get over to the stove while you cook a late night dinner. Thank god for low counters.

When you were arranging your schedule it took a while to get it perfected. To compensate for your body you have to have time to rest and be able to do a lot of baking preparation before the work week starts. Monday and Tuesday are for rest. Wednesdays are for prep. The shop is closed but you’re in the back working your ass off mixing and kneading and shaping doughs. As well as practicing new recipes you want to add to the store’s line up eventually. Your goal is to sell American biscuits, preferably in batches of six, but those take a lot of work and don’t keep as long. They’ll have to wait until you have hired help.

It’s all chance and whatever you can manage to make happen. You learned to be okay with that, though.

You’ve got plenty of spoons, you tell yourself. Just need to use them wisely.

When you finally close the fridge, now fully stocked with dough ready to proof and bake, you check the clock. It’s still the early afternoon. You finished sooner than you assumed you might. The thought makes you giddy - makes you feel accomplished.

It makes you feel normal.

As you exit into the warm spring sun you take a moment. Ever since you arrived you haven’t been able to just stop. To just take everything in - let the foreign air fill your lungs and the aura of the town sink into your bones.

It’s a lovely little main street that you’re located on. The building to your left is a large family owned pharmacy (very convenient for you) and to your right is an empty brick building. It looks like a former post office, but from what you know the current post office is a few blocks down beside the grocers. It’s quaint, the lot of it.

Your eyes settle on the shop across from yours housed in a simple brick building painted white. The upstairs is an apartment much like yours, you think, but from what you know it currently remains empty. The sign above the door reads A Cut Above the Rest. You wonder if that was Simon or Johnny’s doing.

Would it be weird to go in? You suppose not, after all they came to yours. It’s only fair you give them some patronage as well. Plus you need to ask how the bread was. Hopefully they liked it - you realized halfway through the night that you didn’t even ask if they like sourdough before shoving it into their hands.

That thought kept you up later than you’d like to admit.

You look both ways down the street. This particular spot doesn’t have a crosswalk but the road is so dead even when the downtown is busy you figure it’s worth risking. The lack of danger doesn’t stop you from fast-walking across, though.

The shop’s old-fashioned door bell chimes prettily as you push it open. For a butcher it smells extremely clean - almost clinical. It’s small, with an L shaped display counter and a register at the end nearest the door. Packages of sausage links and the like hang on displays across the back wall. Beside the wooden saloon doors that lead behind the counter is a little dog bed with a very well crafted name plate reading Riley hanging right above it.

So cute.

“Afternoon.” Simon appears from the back, wiping his hands on a rag. You jump a little, so lost in taking in your surroundings you forgot what you came here for.

“H-hi!” You smile. You forgot how intimidating Simon is. His gaze levels you - pins you underneath him like a fly under a swatter. Maybe that’s a bit dramatic. “I thought I’d come check your shop out and ask how the bread was?”

“It was good.” He replies bluntly. Totally monotone. The corners of his eyes crinkle ever so slightly. You decide that’s it’s a smile - whether that’s the reality of his expression or not.

“It’s really nice in here.” You look around. There isn’t much for decoration. The walls are too covered in menus and diagrams of cuts to leave room for anything extra. There’s a shelf of odds and ends opposite the main counter full of high end mustards and condiments. Little things to go with whatever you could think to make out of the varieties of meat they offer.

“Thanks.” Simon nods. “One moment.”

You watch with curiosity and a slight frown as he makes his way into the back. He almost has to duck under the doorway. Old buildings with low ceilings and all that. The place definitely wasn’t made with a six foot plus behemoth in mind. You continue to look around, rocking back and forth on your heels. They have a perfect score on their inspectors plaque. You might not know Simon well, but he seems the type to be absolutely precise about everything. The score doesn’t surprise you.

Yours is almost perfect - some rules are different here than in the US. Next time, you swear you’ll get it top notch! You look across the street at your shop. You wonder if you made the wrong choice with The Honey Bun. It’s bit much now that you see it from afar but it still makes you smile. That’s what matters, you guess.

Simon comes back out with a small, nicely wrapped package. “You don’t ‘ave any dietary restrictions d’you?”

You shake your head and he pushes the package toward you. Your eyes widen - it’s a great cut of high end beef. Like, really good beef as far as you know. Something you’d never be able to afford even if your business wasn’t brand new. You stare between Simon and the little pack in your hands. “Th-this is so nice but I-“

“It’s only fair.” He cuts you off. “Neighbors, yeah?”

You can’t help the grin that splits your face, eyes misting up despite yourself. Kindness has not been a constant in your life - more of a rarity. Something you had to claw and fight to earn. Being given it so freely but such a taciturn man has you reeling just a bit.

“Thank you… I’ve got to head back but, uh, thank you. Really.” You press the small package to your chest. “Tell Johnny I said hi?”

“Course.” He nods.

“Thanks again!” You grin, giving a little two finger salute before practically skipping all the way back into your dingy little apartment. Happily, you pack away the meat to use later. It’s too nice to just make any dish out of - best to save it for a special occasion. Your first gift in your new life. Best to savor it.

~~~

“Afternoon, bonnie.” Johnny appears in your doorway while you sweep up from the Saturday rush, bell chiming upon his entrance. “Hope I’m not a bother.”

“Not at all.” You smile, resting the broom on the counter. “Hello to you as well, Miss Riley.”

She huffs out a quiet bark in reply, sitting dutifully at Johnny’s feet. You don’t have much experience with service dogs - other than the well known rule not to pet them while they’re working. They were always too expensive for you to get and your condition wasn’t labeled serious enough to warrant financial aid. (Despite the fact that you can, and have, passed out and hit your head on something hard.)

“Can I get you something?” You ask.

“Och, I’m a’right. Just wanted tae stop by an’ say hello before headin’ home.” He gives you that dashing, bright grin. “Simon always kicks me out of the shop at close.”

“He doesn’t need help?” You ask. Surely cleaning up a butchers shop is a huge task. You have your work cut out for you with all the flower - you can’t imagine cleaning that amount of blood and mess.

Johnny shrugs. “The cleaning chemicals trigger my migraines.”

You hum. “Well, you’re always welcome to stop by. Actually,” you turn on your heel, “I’ve got somethin’ I’d like you to try, if you want.”

“Never one to say no to food. Especially from a pretty girl.” Johnny says as he follows. He tells Riley to stay in front and she listens - the perfect little lady that she is. You nearly trip at his comment, keeping your back turned so that he hopefully doesn’t see the heat spreading from your face and down your neck.

“I-it’s, uh, you ever had American biscuits?” You ask, praying he doesn’t notice the shake in your voice. You have to get on your tip toes to reach the small basket you made the day prior - carefully lowering it and pulling back the gingham cloth you wrapped them in.

An image of home.

“Aye, had them once on a layover at some chain diner.” He nods. “Donnae think they were fresh, though.”

“Well these are proper biscuits.” You carefully cut one in half with ease. “Sometime I’ll have to make you some gravy to go with.”

“Yer gonnae make us fat, hen.” Johnny chuckles.

“There are worse things to be.” The words come out more defensive than you would have liked. An automatic mechanism - a harshness you've honed over the years.

You hate how easily you wield it, sometimes.

Johnny leans forward over the table, a furrow in his brow. “I dinnae mean-“

“Here.” You cut him off and hold out the biscuit on a napkin, smothered with butter in the middle.

Johnny lets your interruption go. Probably happy for an out. He takes the fluffy baked good slowly, cupping it in his large hand with care. You wonder if he always does that, touches things with such gentle love. Is it learned? Is it just natural to him? Does he touch Simon like that? Gentle caresses?

What’s that like?

Johnny takes a massive, enthusiastic bite. Somehow his blue eyes manage to sparkle even more, grinning as he chews. “Sh’gew!”

You laugh at his attempt to talk around the food. “Glad you like it.”

He swallows roughly. A full body gulp. “Why’d ye start bakin’ anyway?”

“My grandparents raised me.” You fold the biscuits back up in their little basket. “My grandma taught me how. She was the best in town - won the pie contest almost every year.”

“Tha’s lovely.” The smile he gives you is so genuine it makes your chest constrict.

“Mean old bat but she could beat anyone in the kitchen.” You laugh. “We swore she had some kinda magic. Like a green thumb but for cooking.”

“My mum’s like tha’. Can make anythin’ out of nothin’.” He nods along.

You fall into an easy back and forth - never breaching anything deeper than the most surface level of content as he eats. It’s manageable. Johnny doesn’t push and neither do you.

Riley barks from the front of the shop.

“Och, tha’s my queue.” Johnny brushes off his hands and checks the front of his shirt for crumbs. “Take care, aye?”

You smile. “You too.”

~~~

Johnny’s words keep ringing in your ears. You don’t know why. It’s nothing special. There’s no reason to attach to them. You raise a hand to wipe off the fog and stare in the small mirror hung above your bathroom sink.

Pretty girl.

You scoff. You’re not a pretty girl. You’ve never been a pretty girl. Fat girl. Stupid girl. Sick girl. Tired girl. Sad girl.

That last one you’ve heard more than anything else. Out of all the descriptors of you it stands out as the most used. By everyone from teachers to your own family. Always just a sad, sad girl.

You got it from your mom, they’d say. It’s not like you would ever know.

You rip your eyes away from the mirror and try to let the thoughts melt away as you sink into the comfort of your blankets. Those thoughts live back on the other side of the Atlantic. They don’t get to follow you here.

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