#but thank you bb youre so sweet 💖💖💖

[campingwiththecharmings]

Congratulations bb again, so happy to see all your wonderful fics !!

*slams my fists on table*

I WANT POE. Specifically your poe.

+ “you can be louder” or some variation of that 🫢🥹🩷🩷

Ily so excited to read all these

Undone

AN: Thanks so much for sending this in, Mona. I appreciate you and your friendship so much 💖 Hope this is at least close to what you wanted lol 🤭

(Un-beta’d)

Rated: M+ (this is smut so, i mean, you’ve been warned?) Words: 675 Pairing: Poe Dameron x F!Reader Warnings: PWP, p in v, cursing, slight praise kink, creampie, a little cockwarming. AO3

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You whine as Poe fucks into you slowly, groaning as you clench around him, his face buried in your neck. He kisses his way down to your shoulder, sucking bruises into your skin, his hips pushing into you steadily as he drags you closer and closer to the edge. Your fingers sink into his curls, pulling on the strands as he dips his head lower, messily mouthing his way down your chest.  

 “C’mon, baby, let me hear you,” he rasps, sucking your nipple between his lips. 

You moan softly, arching into his mouth, your fingers twisting in his hair. “Fuck. Poe, please.” 

“Mmmm,” he hums, grazing your nipple with his teeth and drawing a low hiss from you. “Please what?” 

You whine as he pulls off of you with a wet pop, dragging his wet lips across your sternum to your other breast. He keeps pushing into you, his thrusts slow, but deep, and when his tip kisses your cervix, you gasp, shaking a little at the jolts of pleasure that zing through you. 

“More,” you plead, pulling your lip between your teeth. “Harder.” 

He groans, the vibration against your nipple making your pussy flutter around his length. When he pushes back into you this time, he snaps his hips forward, spearing his cock into you, the slap of his skin against yours echoing deliciously throughout the room. You moan when he does it again, his hands gripping the meat of your thighs as he pulls you closer, his breath hot against your sweat-slicked skin. 

“Faster,” you whine, clinging to him, your fingers digging into his shoulders. “Please.” 

Poe grunts, mouthing his way back up your neck as he increases his pace, worrying another mark into your skin. You’re so close, the tension building in your gut with every thrust of his hips. He presses his forehead against yours, panting against your lips as he palms your breast again, rolling your nipple between his calloused fingers. 

You moan softly, breath catching as he shifts slightly, changing the angle of his thrusts. 

“You can be louder than that, sweetheart, I know you can,” he breathes, his nose bumping against yours as he pulls back a little to watch your face.  

You watch him too, his eyes heavy-lidded, curls sticking to his sweaty forehead, plump lip pulled between his teeth as his cock glides along your slick walls, dragging over every sweet spot. He changes the angle again, his cock hitting the sweetest spot inside you, that spot so deep you can never quite reach it on your own, that spot that makes you see stars and endlessly babble his name. You cry out, mouth falling open as you arch off the bed, the pleasure so good but also so much. 

“Oh, fuck,” he groans, leaning in to mouth at your cheek as he hits that spot again and again, his thrusts hard and fast as he fucks you into the mattress. “That’s it, that’s my girl.” 

You’re babbling now, eyes rolling back in your head as you beg him to let you come. He grunts, his thrusts becoming uneven as he nears his own peak. You come around him with a shout when he circles your clit, his name falling from your lips like a prayer as he follows not long after, spilling his warmth into you with a loud groan. His hips slow, but he doesn’t stop, fucking his spend deeper inside you, the excess seeping out onto the sheets beneath you as the aftershocks of your orgasm ripple through you. 

The sensation of Poe’s hand against your cheek brings you back as you come down, your eyes meeting his in the dim light of the room as he finally stills above you. You lean into his touch with a sigh and he smiles, tracing the apple of your cheek with his thumb. 

“Still with me?” he asks softly, gaze flitting attentively over your face.

“Always,” you hum, smiling sleepily as you pull his mouth back down to yours, his cock still nestled inside you.

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[thelovelylolly]

hi! I was thinking about prompt 24 with poe 💖

Flowers

Summary: You think he likes someone else, when he's really just figuring out how to ask you out. Warnings: poe is implied to be bi in this and reader is described to be shorter than him, but other than that, none :) Word Count: 607 Notes: thanks for the request love! i hope u enjoy <3

When you realized you had feelings for Poe, you came to terms with the idea that he probably wouldn't feel the same way. You two were good friends and spent a lot of time together, but he probably would only see you as a friend. You knew he could be a flirt and you knew there were other people crushing on him, too.

But when you noticed he started to hang out with Finn more, it hurt.

You liked Finn, he was wonderful. You didn't blame Poe for having feelings for him and not you.

You started to do the things you used to do with Poe by yourself. You ate lunch and dinner alone, you tinkered with your ship alone, you walked around base alone. Well, not entirely alone. You still had your squad members and BB-8 would always follow you around despite being Poe's droid.

However, one day, BB-8 was following you more than usual. You brushed it off at first, but you were surprised when BB-8 didn't rush after Poe when you two saw him in the common area.

By sunset, you decided to figure out with BB-8 spent all day with you.

"BB, what's going on?" You asked the droid as you crouched down.

He beeped back an answer.

"What do you mean 'nothing'? I'm sorry, but you're not very good at lying," you said. "Now tell me, what's going on?"

BB-8 waited for a second before quickly rolling away from you.

"Hey!" You called after him, standing up. "Where are you going?"

You sighed and started to jog after him, following him through the halls of the base. He turned the corner and started to slow down. You quickly turned the corner after him and stopped in your tracks when you saw Poe standing outside of your quarters.

With flowers in his hand.

BB-8 beeped at you and nudged your legs forward, making you walk towards Poe.

He had a shy smile on his face as he said, "hey."

"Hi," you replied, glancing between his eyes and the flowers. "W-what's this for?"

"Um, these are for you," he answered, holding the bouquet out for you.

You gently took them and brought them up to your nose, inhaling the fresh scent of the beautiful flowers. You smiled at Poe, though you were still a bit confused.

"Why'd you get me these?" You asked quietly.

"Because people get flowers for people they love."

Your eyes widened as you felt your face heat up, your smile faltering a bit. "But, I thought you and Finn..."

"Oh! No, no, no. I don't like him, I like you. Finn and I are just friends," he quickly explained, stepping closer to you.

"So, you really do love me?"

"Of course I do, sweetheart."

You smiled wider. "Good, because I love you, too."

He took another step closer, gently tilting your head up and leaning in to press a sweet kiss to your lips. You melted into it, but you both pulled away when BB-8 nudged your legs.

You and Poe glanced down at the droid before he kneeled down in front of him.

"Yeah, yeah, thank you, buddy," Poe said, giving BB-8 some pats on the head. BB-8 beeped happily before rolling circles around you two.

"He followed me around all day because you asked him to?" You asked.

"Yep," Poe replied as he stood back up. "I needed him to distract you so I could get these flowers for you."

You traced the chain around his neck with one hand since the bouquet was in the other.

"That's really sweet, Poe. Thank you."

"Anything for you, sweetheart."

#poe dameron x reader #poe dameron x you #poe dameron fanfic #poe dameron fanfiction #star wars fanfiction #star wars fanfic

[dameronscopilot]

Hey Dee, dunno if you do requests like this right now but would you mind writing something sweet (and maybe a lil spicy because Benny reasons) with Benny and sick!reader - I'm currently coughing my way through my 2nd round of covid 😩 thank you so much for all your wonderful content! 💖

benny miller x f!reader

summary: benny knows exactly what you need when you're sick—in more ways than one.

word count: 1k

18+

content: nsfw, smut, sick!fic, soft benny, fingering, masturbation

a/n: i hope you're starting to feel better, bb 💖💖!

Your throat feels raw when you rouse after a restless night, the dredges of sleep still weighing heavily at the edges of your consciousness. While the right side of the mattress is empty, the sheets are still warm to the touch, meaning Benny must have only recently slipped out of bed.

Despite your insistence that you wouldn't be offended if he slept on the couch, he spent the night at your side, fingers tracing soothing patterns down your arms and back throughout your coughing fits. You'd caught this cold from him, after all. You shield your eyes as you glance over at the window, the bright sunlight streaming in through the gap in the curtains doing your splitting headache no favors at all.

After slipping on a pair of sweatpants and socks and pilfering a dark green hoodie from Benny's side of the closet, you shuffle out into the living room, rubbing at your heavy eyes with the palm of your hand. At the sound of your feet padding across the laminate flooring, Benny pokes his head out from the kitchen, frowning when he sees you rifling through the large basket in the corner in search of your favorite blanket.

"Baby, I was going to bring you breakfast in bed. You didn't have to get up."

Of course he would do that.

Benny Miller is a man of many talents, but one of his best—in your humble opinion—is his unfailing need to dote on you whenever you're sick.

With the thick, sherpa-lined bundle grasped in your hands, you settle down onto the couch and glance up at him, the corner of your mouth quirking upward when you spy the splatter of pancake mix on the collar of his shirt as he approaches.

"I needed to sit up, anyway. My nose feels too congested when I'm in bed," you shrug.

Benny leans down, cupping the side of your face as he presses a kiss to your forehead. "Alright. Do you want tea?"

"Please." Your throat sings at the mere thought of the hot, soothing liquid.

"Honey?"

"Yeah?"

Benny bites his bottom lip and grins at your response, "No. Do you want honey, honey?"

You let your head drop against the back of the couch, laughing at yourself as you nod to him.

When Benny returns to the kitchen, you hear him groan as he calls out, "The pancakes might be a little burnt."

Snorting, you sit back up to swipe the remote off of the coffee table. "I can't really taste anything, anyway, so you're off the hook."

You can hear Benny's deep chuckle in response, followed by the sound of him rifling through the pantry.

-

Later, Benny lays down with you on the couch, wrapping his arms around you and tugging your back against his chest as he flips through the Netflix catalog in search of a movie to watch. Lulled by the warmth of his body heat seeping through your clothes and the feather-light touch of his thumb against the sliver of your hip left exposed, you manage to fall into a comfortable sleep.

You wake up just as the end credits are crawling across the screen, stretching your limbs ever so slightly to find Benny's hand tucked right into your sweatpants, fingers gently resting atop the front of your cotton panties. It's not meant to be sexual, per se; he just has a habit of slipping his hand into your pants while you're cuddling. But you're already feeling so sick and needy, you can't help the way your skin prickles with desire when his hand unconsciously slips even lower, nestling at the junction between your mound and your thighs.

"You awake?" Benny asks, his voice rough from sleep. He must have just woken up as well.

"Kind of," you yawn softly, ever so slightly rocking your hips into his touch.

Benny's fingers twitch, sliding down between your thighs, and he puts deliberate, steady pressure against your hot core. You don't even bother hiding the keening sound that tumbles from your lips, back arching in response.

His lips graze the shell of your ear as he drawls, "You want me to take care of you, honey?"

"Yes, Ben," you breathe out, reaching behind you to grasp his shirt when he begins to rub circles into your cunt, fingers still placed outside of your underwear.

You know he can feel it—the damp spot of arousal soaking through your panties. When he hooks finger in them and drags a digit through your slick folds, he groans appreciatively, taking a swipe with another one a moment later.

"So wet, baby. Should have told me you needed this earlier." He slides his hand into your panties from the top, cupping your mound as he continues, "Gonna make you feel so good."

A breathy sigh leaves you when he slowly sinks a digit into your tight entrance and rucks up your sweatshirt with his other hand, beginning to massage your breasts. Pleasure crawls down your spine at the feeling of the callused pads of his fingers teasingly scraping against your tender nipples as he stretches your cunt open further with another finger.

"So fuckin' pretty like this," Benny croons, capturing your lips in a soft kiss as you turn your head to glance back at him. "So pretty for me."

With Benny's body curled around you, one hand clasping your breasts and pinching your peaked nipples, the other wetly plunging in and out of your soaked cunt as his thumb strokes your clit, it doesn't take long for the hot wave of pleasure stretching taut in your gut to snap.

You choke out a moan when your climax floods through you, writhing shamelessly as Benny curls his fingers and languidly strokes your walls until your trembling legs eventually still, peppering kisses along the exposed skin of your neck.

Rolling onto your back as you catch your breath, you run a hand over the front of Benny's shorts, not surprised to find his erection straining against the fabric. But he bats your hand away, shaking his head.

"You need to rest."

You pout. "But—"

He reaches into his shorts, pulling out his flushed, leaking cock as he offers you a wry grin. "I'll do it. Just talk me through it."

Another jolt of arousal crawls back to life inside of you at the thought, and as if he knows exactly what you're thinking, he begins to languidly stroke at your sensitive cunt again, too.

#benny miller x reader #benny miller #triple frontier #ben miller #ben miller x reader #triple frontier fanfiction #benny miller smut #garrett hedlund fanfiction #answers from the cockpit

[telomeke-bbs]

Thank you so much for the sweet welcome to the Bad buddy fandom 😍 I just love them so much

Ah anybody who loves Pat and Pran is an immediate friend! 🥰💖

Since you're new to the fandom, just off the top of my head here are some of my favorite blogs with Bad Buddy content in case you want to delve a bit deeper (it's been more than two years though, so some of these blogs – not all! 😆 – are now focused on other things 🤷‍♂️):

@dimplesandfierceeyes

@lovelyghostv

@airenyah

@neuroticbookworm

@grapejuicegay

@lurkingshan

@waitmyturtles

@7nessasaryevils

@hereforlou

@inventedfangirling

@dribs-and-drabbles

There are lots more that I love, but I can't name them offhand. If you search through the archives of the blogs above for Bad Buddy posts you'll definitely find other blogs as well, but within these blogs in particular you can discover some gems that will enhance your appreciation of the series even more! 🤩

Extra info: @airenyah's blog has interesting stuff on Thai language, acting and the music of Bad Buddy. @hereforlou has darling BBS fanart. And @dribs-and-drabbles has catalogued the wardrobe, including all of Pat's crazy tees. 🤩

My own blog here has almost all of the filming locations (barring the last few I've not written up) plus a few posts here and there regarding wordplay, Thai culture and the significance of some props.

If you liked the show at first watch, wait until you start peeling back the layers – the depth is incredible! 💖

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#bad buddy #welcome again! 😍

[delcakoo]

i’m sure most ppl expected this so i’m not gonna make a big deal out of it but!! yes i am going on hiatus for an unspecified amount of time.

it’s honestly quite simple, i’ve just been losing interest in most aspects of kpop aside from the music, which makes writing for it a lot harder than before. i also dealt with a lot of burn out for months and still forced myself to write which only made it worse. lastly, i’m an executive of two clubs at my school this year on top of all my classes, so finding time to write would be even worse than it was before :’) !

YEAh that’s kinda it! for now my works will stay up, moots can dm me for my disc/spotify!! even if we’ve barely spoken pspsps i wanna stalk ur music cmere 🤲 a special shout out to my emoji anons too, you’re all amazing people ilysm, especially those that have been stuck with me for so long <3 (u know who u are!!)

i’ll try and check in here every so often to chat, esp if a new comeback for enha/txt happens!! love u guys and stay safe <3 you may send an ask if u have any questions!

extra stuff i wanna say to moots below! (it’s all word vomits i’m sorry)

RAVEN. MY WIFEY. my BELOVED blr wont let me tag u but you already know i adore u sm playing roblox with u is so fun even if that one banana game was kinda ass!! 💖 thank u for being so so sweet when putting up with me all the time and raising our fav corgi daughter with sm love <3 i hope u get more confidence in ur writing because your fics are always so creative and well written, and in yourself too bc a certain mf thats name starts with J and ends with N is MISSING OUT. 🙄🙄 ok im still gna be annoying u all the time so. bye ig….. smooches

@seongclb katto u deserve an award for putting up with me in dms ilysm 😞 watching the promised neverland together brought me so much joy and i still have a ss of you calling gilda a tractor ok i love u!!!! i would read your fics all day any day u are so talented and ur photography skills are amazing, i hope we get to keep in touch WE SHOULD FIND ANOTHER SHOW TO WATCH TGTHER !!!!! i need to fix your lack of anime knowledge ‼️ PLS KEEP WRITING AS WELL ENHABLR NEEDS U!!!!

@soov reirei my gf i aspire to be as confident and funny as you, you’re literal sunshine and always make my day better even with just one interaction <3 thank u for being so welcoming my first days in walmart enha and raising sushiwon with me!! as well as entertaining me by dying in genshin every 3 seconds <3 (WE NEED TO PLAY AGAIN) oh and KEEP WRITING BB. i will rise from THE DEAD WHEN IT COMES OUT OK U CAN DO THIS ML!!

@haknom kangaroo karaoke keys we may have had only a few convos but they were all so fun like PLAYING BRAWL STARS WAS HILARIOUS we ate the house down in duo showdown idc. and beta reading ur fics was such a treat esp while watching u plan new smaus every other day 🫶 also your music taste is MUWAH gimme some more recs pspsps !!! KEEP WRITING OKKK?!

@kynrki kimmy kimmy kim one of my first ever moots <3 your writing is always such a joy to read and your energy is amazing, thank you for giving me a chance when i was too shy to ask anyone else to be moots LMAO 🫶 plsplss keep writing you’re so gifted and deserve the whole world LOVEE UU

@bitehee cavvy my big sibling :((( i love u sm kshsdknd its been a while but i really hope everything has been well since you moved and you’re still being as cool as ever <3 im gonna replay a pokemon game in ur honor perhaps mystery dungeon 👁️ ? anyway i look up to u and think u are so cool, one of my fav hee stans ever ever!!! remember u have my disc if u ever wanna chat 🫂 !!!

@sunoksunny sunny <3 my other gf. i remember our first vc u had this goofy pfp i cant remember what it was but like u are so easy to talk to and funny?! and PRETTY??? your fits are always stunning and your singing is beautiful ugh the whole package fr… and. we need. to play. genshin!!! I REDOWNLOADED IT FOR U OK WE WILL DISCUSS THIS SOON!! ILY

@slytherinshua ZANNY. u are so easy to talk to we match each others energy so perfectly?!? I HOPE U AND TUALHA CONTINUE BEING THE COOLEST EVER and ur writing is top tier so pls keep going‼️ thank u for being so sweet to me as another one of my very first moots i appreciate u sm <3333

@flwrshee riri !!! we haven’t even been moots for long but i had to add u in here because u need to know that ILYSM. you’re like an adorable energetic little sister that always makes me smile T-T thank you for taking time out of your day to reblog my fics with so much sweet feedback and i wish u the absolute best always!! if u ever need anything pls dm me on disc i would love to chat with u more, and make sure to keep writing bc u have SO much talent!!!!

@wonieleles sia SIA i genuinely miss talking to u sm i NEED to come back to walmart enha :(( we don’t talk much besides our little interactions in the server but each time you make me smile. you’re so so smart and admirable, i hope you keep up the hard work bc i know you’ll go so far and HAVE MORE CONFIDENCE!! you’re so beautiful okay ily 😞🫶

@sultrybaby kel 😭😭😭💖💖 you’ve literally been a day one THANK YOU for always checking in on me even during your ridiculous NONSTOP EXAMS. 💀 another one of my big siblings on here fr you are such a real one and i care for u sm!!! i hope everything has been well for u?! pls feel free to message me for anything okay <3 I LOVE U SM thank u for sticking with me all this time 🫂🫂

i have so many moots so i can’t write smthn for everyone but i love u all okay <3 AGAIN if u wanna keep in touch thru spotify or discord dm me muwah

#delcakoo #so anyways… uh who watched the barbie movie!

[fatuismooches]

SMOOCHES!!! Hii my dove!! ໒꒰ྀི´ ˘ ` ꒱ྀིა

OKay so! Since fragile!reader was in a coma for like a really reallyyyy long time, it means Dottore didn’t really have anybody to cook for him. 😭I’m glad we all agree this man probably can’t/couldn’t cook well, so you were the one always cooking his meals before you got sick. And sure ! Maybe you did teach him a few recipes but they won’t taste the same! Or how he wasn’t able to enjoy the sweets you would bake for him before whenever he would stay up working on his experiments in your dorm. I Can just imagine that while you’re in your coma, he probably tries baking/cooking so that when you do wake up from your coma, he can treat you to perhaps some food he made. Would it be burnt? Obviously…but I feel like whenever he does have free time and you’re baking/cooking, he would try to help you instead of Zandy helping you. He probably shoo’s the child away LMAO. I really enjoy that one HC that someone made about him taking an hour out of his day. Since just the both of you baking and talking over simple things </3 I’m very delulu as you can see. I just wanna bake chocolate chip cookies with my love and talk about the most generic things while we wait for the cookies to bake. 😭

Anyways I hope you’ve been enjoying Fontaine! I was able to finish the archon quests and plan on starting exploration the day I’m writing this. I really think Fontaine is my fav region bc of how gorgeous and fun it is. But have a wonderful day my love! Lots of cuddles and chu chus

-from your dear boo boo bear 🎐 anon ೀ

🎐 ANON!!! MY LOVE <3 THANK YOU FOR THIS BRAINROT!

Yup yup, do NOT let Dottore cook 😭 It will not go well. The first time you let him cook dinner in the dorm was also the last time. From then you tried to teach him some basics so everything he knows is from you, but even still it's not the best... only the bare minimum. So Zandik had always left the kitchen stuff to you which he had no problem with. He never admitted defeat... but in this particular skill he had to.

But he only realizes the extent of his ineptitude when you're not here anymore. I feel like his lab wouldn't even have a kitchen a first lol he only got it put in since he knows you'll want to cook when you wake up from your coma. And even though he gets it for you he avoids the room like a plague because it somehow reminds him of you cooking in that cramped dorm kitchen from long ago.

Until finally after a long period of time and no signs of you waking up Dottore bites the bullet and tries his hand at your forte. Truthfully he never understand why he wasn't good, he thought of cooking as a sort of experimental procedure, just follow the directions in the cookbook and surely the food would turn out fine, right? Wrong! No matter how much he follows the directions down to the wire it turns out horribly. Even if he wings it, it's much worse. He swore he could hear you laughing and making fun of him... even though you had been asleep for centuries.

UGH YES ZANDIK HELPING YOU 😭 Hey, he may not be able to do all of the actual cooking but he can still slice and cut things up pretty good (he has experience if yk what i mean) which is quite helpful to you since your hands are shaky. You have to comfort bb Zandy that you'll hang with him later before hugging him (he throws the meanest look and sticks his tongue out at Dottore)

Oh yes that was 💌 anon's hc !! <33 Sometimes you feel guilty for "wasting" his time so you try to not make it a habit but he always lectures you for thinking that way. I mean surely he has more important things to do than doing some silly little baking with you but he always reassures you in his gruff to the point way of speaking that he likes it.

Yup, I've been loving Fontaine very very much! The story has been my fav part and I also love the underwater scenery 💖 Good luck on your exploration! I think it is a lot of fun doing stuff in the sea, it feels so new and unique ❤️ (Sumeru desert flashbacks)

#smooches talks #🎐 anon #fragile reader <3 #dottore love notes <3 #omg u sitting on his lap waiting for the stuff to finish baking :( #and then u fall asleep and somehow watching u makes me fall asleep to and then the two of u wake up to the clones putting out a fire <3 #and yea fontaine has been so... invigorating

[restwellsoon]

Omg hello my love!! Happy Birthday, happy anniversary, and happy writing anniversary!! I love you so much and I'm so excited about A Token of Sleep!!!!!!!

Okay so not to be completely predictable but uhhhh may I please ask for Royalty!AU daydreams with Shouto? Either spicy or sweet, no preference!!

Thank you again for doing this event!! I love you and I can't wait to read all your drabbles!! 💖✨💕

Hi bb 🥺 Thank you thank you thank you and ily!!!!

My queen asks for something, then she shall receive it. Hope this hits the spot!!

Pairing: Todoroki Shouto x F!Reader

Summary: You and Shouto discuss the upcoming tournament and what it means for your relationship.

/ “I want every man–any and every challenger, really–to know their place when you walk into the room. I want the hopeless women of the court to let their feelings go. No, it’s more than want, darling. It’s a wild and vicious need to prove that there was no mistake–that this was not chance, not luck and most definitely not for political gain. You’ve had my heart since we first met. Winning your favor in public is the least I can do to declare my intentions.”

Warnings: Royalty!AU, a tease of smut

“It’d be so easy, wouldn’t it?” 

Your fingers fiddled with the silk sheets that draped across the expanse of Shouto’s bed. You thought that the fabrics that your father imported from foreign lands were fine, but they were nothing in comparison to the luxury that the Todoroki royal family had access to.

“You could just snap your fingers and call off this silly tournament. There’d be no reason for either of us to wake up so early in the morning. No reason for us to spend tonight apart. No reason to waste our time when we both know what we want.”

“And do you know what it is that I want?”

His question placed temporary doubt in your mind until his smile eased it. He had a penchant for wickedness that only you knew.

“I want every man–any and every challenger, really–to know their place when you walk into the room. I want the hopeless women of the court to let their feelings go. No, it’s more than want, darling. It’s a wild and vicious need to prove that there was no mistake–that this was not chance, not luck and most definitely not for political gain. You’ve had my heart since we first met. Winning your favor in public is the least I can do to declare my intentions.”

“You make it sound as if you don’t deserve me, Prince.”

“Were you not the one that wrote, and I quote, ‘Today I’ve met a man so mediocre that even his angelic features weren’t enough to entertain me. He believes his title to be of such importance that he’s focused on polishing that instead of basic etiquette-” 

Before Shouto could repeat the truly offensive and perhaps borderline treasonous words that you had written, you tossed the sheet at him, but his magic had burnt through it before it could hide your embarrassment. He grinned back at you through a smoking hole before tossing it aside. You shivered from the cool air of his chambers.

“‘I’d be more impressed if the third prince had any prowess in the bedroom. He seems the type to turn kissing into an appointment and to turn lovemaking into a chore. Perhaps if he found himself a lover, there’d be some sort of spark about him, or at the very least, there’d be enough rumors in the court to keep us occupied for months.’”

His body was on yours, warming it up within seconds, the added heat of your chagrin crept up your chest.

“I’ve told you time and time again that I was a fool to write such baseless comments.” 

“You only choose to recant now that I’ve proven you wrong of all your assumptions.” You couldn’t stand that look of haughtiness that stared down at you, but luckily they drifted downwards in distraction. 

Shouto smirked at the sound of your frustrated huff as he eyed the necklace he gave you–a matching set with your teardrop earrings–, the end jewel dipping with a tease between your bosom. He peppered kisses down your neck to follow it.

“Trying to decide upon what favor you’d like for tomorrow?”

You should have expected that the prince wouldn’t be satisfied with a simple rose from your garden.

He gave no answer as a rogue hand moved south, pushing past fabric to get to a place that would truly make you squirm. The material was soft and sleek and hugged every precious curve that he’d grown to acquaint himself with. Most importantly, it was damp. His index finger slid across it twice to be certain, going slower the second time at your coos.

His fingers latched onto the side of your panties and gave them a tug. You were too distracted to realize.

With heat on your cheeks, your words were for naught. “Surely you jest with your actions, my love.”

His smile made you doubtful.

A Token of Sleep | event / Todoroki Masterlist / Rest's Main M.list

#todoroki shouto x reader #bnha x reader #rest writes #a token of sleep with rest

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hi dev 🤍🤍 congratulations on your milestone!

💖 how about some din fic recs

thank you in advance bb !!

thank you so much bb! ♡

below are a few that i rather enjoy but of course there are so so many that i love and hold dear to me ♡

too sweet by @moonlitdesertdreams

the healing baths by @quicksilvermad

beskar doll || lost and found by @justagalwhowrites

rough day by @no-droids

part of my follower celebration!

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The Agony of Desire

Part 13 // Masterlist

A/N: I've never been able to see Billy Russo and BB as the same person, I know I've mentioned it before... but my brain doesn't link them together even though I know logically that they share the same face. This is why I was able to continue to write for Billy Russo. But it was definitely hard at first. I'm not sure if I'll be able to write any new things about him- right now I'm just determined to finish the things I've started. I can't look at pictures of him, so you'll see me using less gifs of his face.

Warnings: Smut (18+), consensual dub-con (everything is consented to beforehand), oral (m and f receiving), dd/lg scene, daddy kink (Billy does get a bit creepy but it's all part of the scene), p in v sex, many mentions of sex throughout, office sex, car sex, mentions and talks of pregnancy, mafia themes, mentions of murder, canon typical themes.

P.S. I'm really sorry in advance 💖

Dedicated to, @bustlingcrowdsxorxsilentsleepers, @pillow-titties, @justchloe2184 and so many more that my tags would not work for but if you commented or reblogged part 12... I mean you 😘😘

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"Ever has it been that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation."

― Kahlil Gibran

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"Are you lost, little girl?"

From your spot on the bench of the museum, you look up.

He's dressed down, a casual grey shirt and some fitted jeans that are paired with boots shined so pristinely that you want to rub your dripping center all over them.

You give him a fake sniffle.

"My daddy left me here and told me he'd be right back but it's been hours."

You can see the delight in his eyes.

"Oh, you poor thing," he says, taking the open seat next to you, "Little girls shouldn't be left alone. Who knows what kind of trouble they can get into?"

You frown, pretend wiping at the corner of your eye.

"I'm no trouble Mister, I'm really good. Daddy always tells me I'm really good."

He clears his throat, looking around, you think you can make out how tight his pants gets.

"Okay, maybe we can go look for him. I have a phone in my car. Why don't you come with me?"

You swallow, pretending to be shy.

"I'm not supposed to go off with strangers." You murmur, looking away instead of at him.

"Oh, poor sweet girl. I'm not a stranger am I? I'm Billy. I can help you if you want."

You swallow, looking up at him, nodding your head eventually, and taking his hand when he stands.

The key was to dress innocent, without having it look childish in any way. You think you accomplished that with your cozy oversized sweater and sheer tights look paired with a little skirt. The paw of your sweater eats his hand as he guides you to his Jeep, sitting in the far end of an underground parking lot. The windows are tinted dark, perfect for a debauched man to have his way with you.

"Oh! Is this your Jeep? It's really nice, Mister."

He looks back to give you a wicked grin.

"Thank you, my phone's in the back. Why don't you hop on in?" He pulls open the door, and the Jeep is so high off the ground that he has to grip your hips firmly to give you a boost. If anything, it makes you so much more aroused that he picked this vehicle.

You scoot in, sliding to give him space to get in next to you. When you look around for the phone and can't see it, you turn to look at him curiously.

He smiles, leaning forward, and you gulp, leaning back. His body gets very close to yours, his breath hits your lips and he smiles at the uncomfortable look you give him. One hand is behind you rummaging around, and his other hand smoothes over your knee for a short moment.

"Here it is." He says, pulling a phone free and placing it unlocked in your palms.

You type in your own number, and give him a little smile as you press the phone to your ear.

You pretend to be too distracted to notice that his hand's still on your knee, but you can feel him, warm and gentle, where he's meant to be.

Your phone rings and rings, probably vibrating it's little life out on his countertop where you left it this morning.

"He's not answering." You say sadly, looking up at Billy.

He clicks his tongue, "Oh you poor thing. Lost, with no daddy to help you."

Your frown deepens, his hands slides a little higher up your thigh.

"What do I do?" You say to him, and he gives you a little smile, and a tilt of his head.

"Well, I can help you get home, little girl."

"Really?!" You say excitedly.

"Yeah, I can take you home to your daddy."

"Thank you!" You sing, throwing your arms around him, and you feel his palms on the backs of your thighs.

"Don't thank me just yet, princess. I need to get something in return."

You stiffen, pulling away to sit back, playing with the edge of your sweater.

"Well, what do you want?" You ask quietly, not looking up at him.

He smiles, leaning forward to brush a strand of hair away from your eyes.

"Why don't we start with a kiss?"

You gulp shaking your head.

"I'm only allowed to do that with my Daddy."

Billy leans forward, his hand snaking down to your shoulder.

"Well I don't see your daddy around. Do you?"

You think for a second before shaking your head again.

"Maybe I can be your daddy for a little bit. How does that sound princess?"

You bite the edge of your lip, nodding your head slowly.

"I'd like that, Mister."

He gives you a pleased smile and you can't help wiggling your legs excitedly, returning his smile.

"How about that kiss?" He asks.

You nod with determination, leaning forward, you have to brace your palms on his large thigh and tilt your head up for your lips to meet his. He doesn't make it easier, doesn't bend his head or even look down, forcing you to do all the work.

You press your mouth to his, and you sigh against his mouth. Your lips are slow and tentative, giving the impression that you're not too sure about this.

All too soon, you're pulling away, dropping your body back into a sitting position beside him.

"That's a kiss?" Billy asks, unimpressed.

You frown.

"Is that the kind of kiss that makes your daddy happy? That's pathetic."

Your lip wobbles.

"I'm sorry, that's just what daddy taught me."

He cups your cheeks and you sniffle.

"Oh, poor princess, its not your fault at all. You just haven't been taught well enough."

You don't meet his eyes, letting him take a moment to study your sad expression.

"I can teach you if you want." Billy offers.

You perk up.

"Really?"

"Yes, really. Close your eyes."

You do as he says.

"Now," his voice is deep and low, "just copy what I do, okay?"

"'Kay." You whisper.

His mouth descends on yours.

Devouring would be a kind word.

Billy starts slowly, with feverish kisses and heated moans but it doesn't last long at all, before he's licking at the seam of your lips.

"Open that pretty mouth for me princess." He says, or rather commands, and you obey.

His tongue is slippery and dextrous against yours. He finds a way to explore the cavern of your mouth thoroughly, sloppily, just like a true perversive man would.

He keeps it filthy, not stopping when you make a sound of protest as he leans over you, letting his body cover yours, forcing you to lean back against your will.

You hardly notice he's slipping his hands under your shirt and tugging at the cups of your bra until it's too late.

You let out a shuddering sound of surprise, turning your head away to break the kiss as you realise he's pushed your sweater up and he's feeling shamelessly at your nipples. You raise your hands to grip at his wrists, trying to tug him away gently.

He kisses at your neck, pressing more of his solid weight on top of you to stop your resistance.

He's gentle with your nipples, rubbing slow circles into them, until they're stiff and puffy and begging for attention.

Pleasure sweeps up your spine in a syrupy mess, you can't resist him when he's teasing you like this, you can feel your body going pliant below him like it's accustomed to.

Thankfully, he pulls back, his mouth leaves your neck, and he even takes the time to right your bra, though the material is now uncomfortable on your aching nipples.

"Sorry baby girl, got a little carried away." Billy murmurs as he tugs your sweater down.

You pout at him.

"Does that mean you'll take me home now?"

"No, bunny," He says with a laugh, "We're not done kissing yet."

He reaches to grip the back of your neck with warm, slender fingers. Your head swims with the desire to be pliant for him.

"Have you ever kissed a cock, baby?" He asks, his other hand reaching down to undo the buckle of his belt.

You almost moan.

What should you say, yes? No? What would make him lose his mind?

"N-no sir." You finally decide.

Billy pauses as he gets the button of his jeans open.

"No?" He asks.

You shake your head as best as you can with his hand in your hair.

"Well we'll just have to fix that, won't we?" He says, undoing his zipper, and pulling his cock free.

Your mouth waters imperceptibly, aching for a taste of him.

His grip on the back of your head tightens, and he guides your mouth to his cock, leaving no room for argument.

"Go on, princess, give it a little kiss."

You do as he says, leaning in to press a soft kiss to the head of his cock. You're rewarded with a low moan, your skin tingling with the excitement.

You pause, looking up at him expectantly for more instructions.

"Wrap your lips around the tip, go on, no teeth baby. If I feel any teeth you're gonna be in big trouble."

You lick your lips before dropping your head again.

The tip of his cock is smooth, and slightly salty with his precum, you suck gently, exploring him with the tip of your tongue.

You let out a little noise of protest when he pushes your head deeper.

He groans again, and you hum in delight, taking the initiative to sink your head lower.

"Oh, princess." Billy moans. You can't resist rubbing your thighs together to get some kind of friction on your aching clit. You almost consider rubbing your clothed pussy against the edge of his seat, before you decide not to. Not wanting to risk the possibility of losing an orgasm.

You suck his cock eagerly, accepting the way he guides your head, using you gently but with purposeful strokes.

It's the sweet nothings in your ear that get you even wetter. He constantly praises you, telling you how good you're doing, how pretty you look slurping on his heavy cock and it encourages you to take him deeper, a little too enthusiastically until you gag around him.

You pull away shyly, gasping for breath and looking at him, a little ashamed that you might have disappointed him.

You squeak when he pulls you into him, being forced to straddle one of his thighs for purchase as his mouth descends on yours. His hands wander over your body eagerly, pulling at your clothes but never actually taking any off.

"Why don't you tug those leggings off and show me that pretty cunt, baby?" Billy asks when he pulls away. A little shy sound leaves your throat, looking up at him, unsure.

He nods his head in assurance, and you sigh, sitting back on his seat and tugging your shoes off, reaching up under your skirt to pull your sheer black tights down the length of your legs. You try not to shiver with his eyes fixed firmly on your movements, only looking up at him when your tights lay in a crumpled heap on the floor of his Jeep.

He's tucked his cock back into his boxers, and you almost pout when you notice, but he doesn't let you think about it for too long.

"Good. Now, lean back, spread your legs for me." He instructs.

You do as he says, propping one foot onto his seat so that he can see the glow of your white panties in the darkness of the van.

His eyes darken, and you swallow when you realise that the damp spot where your arousal is soaking through the fabric can be seen.

He watches you for a long moment, devouring the way you look.

"Take those little panties off for me too." He orders, and you gulp, shifting a little to slide them off.

He extends a hand to pluck them from your fist, grabbing your ankles to tug you closer to him, you yelp, your sweater and skirt rolling up in the process.

"Ever had your pussy kissed before, princess?"

"No, daddy." You hum, watching him bite down on his bottom lip so hard you swear it'll bleed.

"Your daddy never buried his tongue between your legs?"

"He said gentlemen don't do that." You whisper.

Billy scoffs angrily.

"Well, it's a good thing I'm no gentleman then." He mutters, before dropping his head between your thighs.

You cry out in surprise when his tongue meets your aching bud. He moans, the vibrations adding more pleasure to your clit.

It's filthy- the sounds he makes as he runs his tongue through your folds.

The backseat isn't spacious like a bed is, and Billy's large body is bowed in half in his determination to eat you out.

"Ah! Daddy, Daddy, Daddy, please!" You cry.

His mouth doesn't stop, his tongue feels like a probing appendage, hell bent on exploring every inch of your dripping cunt.

Your clit is stiff and throbbing when he sucks it between his lips, your back arching, your body trembles. His tongue laps over your clit before he stops, pulling away, licking his lips eagerly.

You mewl in protest, reaching for him in agitation but he swiftly grabs both your wrists to pin them beside your head.

"Daddyyyyyy," you cry, "feels really good, why'd you stop?"

"Calm down, princess." He says sternly, but you continue to pout, wriggling below him.

"I though you told me you weren't any trouble baby? That you were good. This isn't being good for me. Are you a little liar?" Billy taunts.

You pause, dropping your head in shame.

"Sorry, daddy." You say, slumping in defeat.

"That's alright princess. I only stopped to get you out of this heavy sweater. Do you want that?" He asks, fingers gripping at the edge of the sweater in question.

"Yes, daddy." You whisper, sighing when he carefully peels your thick sweater off your body. He unzips your skirt next, pulling it free before reaching to undo your bra.

"Look at you," he murmurs when he finally has you bare below him, "All naked and needy in the back of some stranger's car. This what you wanted, princess? To give your desperate cunt to the first man that was nice to you?"

"N-no sir. I jus' wanna go home to my daddy." You mumble, looking up at him.

"Oh princess," Billy sighs, dropping his head to lick a wet stripe from your collarbone to your jaw, "Don't you know that I'm your daddy now?"

You squeak in pleasure when his teeth sink into the skin of your neck gently. You moan loudly in response.

"Fuck. Look at these perfect tits. I could soak them in my cum if I wanted. What do you think?"

He asks, cupping a breast in either hand, massaging them gently.

"I'll be all messy." You protest lightly, eager to do whatever he wanted.

Billy hums deep in thought.

"You're right, I can always take you back to my place and cum all over your tits there."

"What?" You ask in surprise, "But you promised to take me home!"

Billy finally gives you his full predatory smile. It makes you shiver with excitement.

"I see no reason why we can't make my home into your home too... doesn't that sound like fun?"

You don't respond immediately, looking at him with furrowed eyebrows.

"Oh, don't be like that, baby. I bet I can convince this pretty cunt to come home with me. Shall I try?"

He doesn't wait for your response, kissing either breast and then tracing his way down your body. With each kiss, his beard tingles as it rubs against your skin.

His tongue is a lot slower when it slides over your clit the second time.

"Ohhhh..." you gasp, eyes rolling back in your head as he takes his time exploring you.

His hands grip your thighs tightly, and then he starts pushing his tongue deeper into your entrance. You gasp, the thought of this gorgeous man with his face pressed flush to your cunt makes you cry out, and then his pace increases as he swipes his tongue haphazardly over your clit.

He's so good, and you know you can't fight it. The tip of his tongue making fast circles on your clit, licking from your entrance all the way up and back down until you're shaking once again below him.

"Want you to cum for me, princess, on my tongue." He says, and then he's working in overtime, doing any filthy move possible until you cry out loudly, coming all over his tongue just the way he asked.

You gasp, say his name, watch him sit up happily, before grabbing you eagerly.

"Look how happy I make your pussy, princess. Will you come home with me now?" He asks.

Well damn, you couldn't say no to him.

He slides you onto his cock just as you say yes.

You gasp in surprise, unaware that he'd even freed his cock a second time and suddenly he's guiding your hips against his.

"Look how pretty you are, baby. Naked and bouncy on my big cock. You gonna cum again? Gonna ride me in my car and cum all over me?"

He pants hotly, pulling your face into his to give you a sloppy kiss.

"Fuck. Fuck you feel so good. So fucking tight I'm gonna come so deep inside you."

He lets out a long groan.

"Wanna take you on every fucking surface- Did I mention that? In every way, until you're dumb from it."

You were definitely dumb right now. Your mind was a shallow puddle of your thoughts- all centered around him and you were so on edge you could practically taste it.

"Gonna cum with you princess, fill you right up, watch it spill out. You're so good for me. Such a pretty little place for my cum. Daddy's perfect little hole."

"Daddy!" You cry, unable to fight it any longer, your walls squeeze his cock tightly as you cum hard, shaking as your orgasm floods your head, washing whatever little thoughts you have away with a tidal wave of pleasure.

You gasp, and his hands clench on your hips, you feel him make a few harsh thrusts before he groans loudly, emptying himself right into you.

He makes a few more small thrusts, and you sigh blissfully as it prolongs your orgasm. Your cunt is swollen and sticky with the shared fluids of your cum, but he still doesn't pull out of you.

You slump against him tiredly, and you feel him stroke the back of your head.

"How was that?" He asks, laying slow kisses onto your shoulders.

When you don't respond immediately, he whispers your name, concern laced into his voice.

"'M okay, daddy, jus' tired now." You murmur, peeking an eye open to look up at his bearded jaw.

Billy recognises that you're deep in subspace, and he holds you tight to his body as you float around him.

"You did so good princess, so good for me. Gonna take you home and draw you a nice bath."

You hum in protest.

"Thought you were gonna take me home an' cum on my tits?" You ask lazily, a little frown on your face that he can't see.

He sighs, continuing to stroke the back of your head.

"We can do that after the bath, but bath first, yeah?"

"Okay."

He places a soft kiss to your forehead, understanding that he just needed to be patient with you while you were lost in your head.

"Daddy?"

"Hmm?"

"Love you."

He smiles.

"Love you too, baby."

.

"I'm so happy for you." You say softly, head tossed back on Karen’s couch.

Her red hair catches on the streetlights. It reminds of the way you'd gripped it in your hands all those years ago. You both sit in the dark, the sun having just set and neither of you could find the motivation to get up to turn the lights on.

"To think, this all started the night you and I hooked up."

You giggle softly, and then grows louder as ideas spring in your head.

"Can you imagine if I-" You gasp for air, "-If I put that in the toast?"

She laughs with you. Her engagement ring glitters as she takes a swig of her beer.

"What about you? Think you'll ever do it?"

You let out an exhausted sigh.

"Oh absolutely not." You protest. It gets silent as you try to build up the courage to speak the words to her.

"I still get nightmares about it." You confess.

She turns her head to look at you, you don't meet her eyes.

"I still remember the hopelessness of walking down that aisle, Ward's eyes as he hits me, sometimes I jerk awake with the memory." You smile, peeking at her.

"It's not all bad, I wake up next to him after all, and he stays awake with me, holds me, until I fall asleep again."

"You don't have to come to mine-"

You wave a hand to stop her.

"-No, it'll be fine as long as I'm not wearing white. Plus, you're not even having it in a church, so I'll be okay. I promise."

She smiles at you, and when it's not enough, she reaches forward to take you into a sideways hug.

"I'm glad I have you. I'm glad we met. I hope every universe has a you to go with me."

The thought squeezes your throat.

"And if you ever decide to leave Frank, we can still shave our heads and move to Bolivia."

She laughs. You're both interrupted by the buzzer in her apartment going off.

"Pizza's here. I'll be right back." She says, before slipping out the door with a jacket in hand.

You wait in the darkness, listening to the sounds of the city, sipping your beer.

When her apartment phone rings, you raise your head.

You know Karen had people calling her at all hours, waiting to give her information on whatever story she was following. Usually she preferred that the call goes to voicemail instead of having you answer and take the message, so you you sit back and let it ring.

When it stops ringing, and you hear her automated voice message play, a man's voice comes on next.

His tone is shaky, he's breathing between each word, it sounds like he's walking fast, or maybe just excited.

"Kar. I know you told me the Fisk thing was a dead end- but I was right. Someone's taken over the entire ring. I don't have much, only a name. Blackbird Enterprises. Call me when you get this."

The voicemail ends.

You blink, screwing your face into disgruntled confusion. In your state of inebriation, none of it makes sense. You take another sip of beer, leaning back and waiting for Karen to arrive with the delicious pizza.

You spend the night at her place, while Billy and Frank work late, you drink beers and have pizza and eventually fall asleep beside each other on her bed.

When you wake up in the morning. There's no memory of ever hearing any man's urgent voice on the phone.

.

"Did you have a good time at your sleepover last night?" Billy asks.

"Mhmmm." You hum, a moan leaving your lips immediately after as his thumb swirls over your clit.

Your cheek is pressed flush to his desk, the oak turning warm from how long you've been in this position.

You feel his mouth seal over your cunt, you squeak as his tongue delves as deep into your core as possible.

When he pulls back, you wish you could see him. You imagine his mouth and chin is slick with your arousal, his tongue cleaning up whatever it can.

"That's nice, I'm glad you have someone to spend time with when I'm busy."

When you can only hum again, he pinches your clit in warning. You jerk in surprise.

"Words, baby."

"Karen is nice. She's amazing," you sigh, "but there's nothing quite like spending time with you."

You hear his sigh, his thumb makes meaningful swirls on your clit to show you his appreciation.

"That's... good to hear. Honestly... sometimes I get a little jealous."

You raise your head, trying to look back at him, but his palm grips the flesh of your asscheek in warning.

"You do?" You ask instead, returning to your position without protest.

"Without a doubt. Sometimes... I worry that she's stealing you away from me. That maybe she's taking my place when I'm not around."

"She wouldn't- I wouldn't-" You try to formulate a sentence.

"I know," he admits, leaning forward you kiss your slit, "Believe me, I trust you both. It's just my insecurities rearing its head. It has nothing to do with you at all."

You try to focus.

"You should tell someone."

"I'm telling you."

"I mean, someone who can help, someone who can show you that you have no reason to feel like that."

"Like a therapist?"

"Exactly like a therapist."

He hums, mouthing over your pussy, moaning as he tastes you.

"It's not a bad idea." He decides, finally doubling down on his efforts to make you cum.

You sigh in relief, groaning as he licks over your clit again and again and again until you're fighting back blissful screams of pleasure.

.

You tug your panties back up your legs, grinning at him as he rights his belt.

When he looks up at you. He gives you a bashful smile.

"What?" He asks softly.

You shake your head.

"Nothing. I just love you."

He chuckles.

"Careful. I'm not above bending you over this desk again."

"Wha-?! I was literally just telling you I love you." You complain.

He gives you a cheeky smile, stepping into your space. You gulp as he uses his hips to pin you against the table. You can feel the little bulge in his pants where he's already half hard.

"And do you have any idea what that does to me?" He asks, his finger twirling around a lock of your hair.

"Uhhhh" Is all you can say.

"That's right. It makes me want to get on my knees and thank you. Repeatedly. Until you can't walk."

"Ummmmmm" You try again.

He laughs, the sound makes your chest feel warm as he leans in to kiss you.

His phone rings.

"Fuck." He grumbles, slipping away from you to pick up the phone.

"This better be good." He answers and you watch him listen to what's being said on the other side.

"Hold on." He bites, and you marvel at the way he speaks to other people, compared to the way he speaks to you. He presses the phone to his chest.

"I'll just be a moment honey, don't move." He says to you, heading into the adjoining room to take his call.

You smile and nod, trying to ignore the way his newest pet name sinks right down to your core. Makes you wish he'd come back and lay you over his desk like he did earlier.

Speaking of his desk, you smile and look back at it. The entire system was in disarray.

You take your time, straightening papers, and placing his laptop back in its original place. You even open it up in an attempt to please him. When you reach for some of the stray pieces of paper on the floor, you notice a familiar name on one of the shredded papers in his bin.

Blackbird.

It's like a scratching in the back of your head, like someone knocking far off in the distance and you're in a hallway full of doors.

"-but I was right...Someone's taken over the entire ring.... Blackbird Enterprises.... when you get this..."

You frown, dropping the shredded line of paper back into the bin. You couldn't figure out what it meant.

Was Billy working for Blackbird? Had he helped someone take control of Wilson's assets?

You shake your head, not wanting to jump to conclusions, not after he told you he'd been trying to get out.

You raise your head when you hear his angry tone through the door.

"I told you not to transfer anything directly to me! God. You're a fucking idiot and now I can't use it because it'll be traced back."

His voice goes low, and though you can't hear his words clearly. You know he's issuing a threat.

.

It's his tone of voice that makes you begin to question everything. It's like you're trying to build a puzzle but you're missing  crucial pieces.

You sit on it for days. It makes you nauseous.

You're kneeling behind him, carefully peeling back the bandage on his back.

"Does it hurt?" You ask, trying to be as gentle as possible.

The wound is small. Held together by careful stitches. Some of the finest work money can buy. There'll barely be a scar when it's fully healed.

"It pinches every now and then," Billy says, "but honestly the kevlar took a lot of the force."

You knew that. The bullet had stopped an inch deep in his back, nothing major had been damaged. A flesh wound by all means.

A bullet he'd taken for you.

You take your time cleaning it, making sure there's no significant heat or redness around the area- signs of infections- before carefully redressing.

"I think those stitches can come out real soon." You say, and you hear the smile in his voice.

"Yeah doc? I'm gonna make it? Thank god." He reaches back with his good arm to grip your thigh affectionately.

"I thought I was a goner."

You try to smile, but all you can hear is the shot going off, watching him hit the floor.

It's like he knows what you're thinking.

"It was all for show. You know that right?"

"Yeah." You say hoarsely. He'd said that before. It didn't mean that it didn't feel real.

It didn't mean that he hadn't taken a bullet for you.

"What if he'd aimed for your head?" You ask softly.

Billy turns, interrupting your careful placement of gauze.

His eyes are understanding, warm, he cups your cheeks and you can't meet his eyes.

"We can play the 'what if' game for eternity. It doesn't matter what could have happened. It matters what did." You let out a pained sigh at his words.

"I'd take a bullet in the head for you though. No question."

"Don't say that." You whine, fighting back tears.

"I mean it too. But that doesn't mean I won't do everything in my power to make sure that never happens."

You sniffle. Leaning forward to press your head into his bare chest.

You feel him kiss the top of your head.

"That's love, baby. I know what that feels like now. Because of you."

Your eyes squeeze shut, savouring the moment, his hand wrapped around you.

"I mean," you try to argue after a little while, "don't you love Frank too?"

"Yeah but in a different way you brat." He huffs, "You almost make me want to take it back."

"No!" You protest, "Don't take it back, I love you so much too."

He huffs, pulling you closer.

"Okay okay I won't take it back. I love you and this is the first time I've ever loved like this and my therapist thinks you should know that I don't actually know what I'm doing so that you can be more patient with me."

You let out a laugh.

"She didn't actually say that, did she?"

He grunts.

"She might as well have," he says, raising the pitch of his voice to do an impression of a woman, "Tell her how you feel, Billy, that you've never seen what a real relationship is supposed to look like and that means you're gonna make simple mistakes and that scares you."

You let out a little laugh.

"Is this your way of telling me how you feel?" You ask.

"Yes," he says in his normal voice, "because I still haven't learned how to talk about my feelings."

You nod, placing a kiss to his chest.

"Baby steps."

.

"Please let me kill him." Billy begs, dropping into Frank's office couch.

"No, Billy." Frank says, in a tone that tells how exhausted he is with that topic.

"He fucked up my plans! He's an idiot. I'm begging you."

"We talked about this." Frank continues to clean his guns calmly. "We don't kill people for fucking up. We're better than that."

Billy huffs, the man in question had made the mistake of transferring money directly from Blackbird to Anvil. The real estate Billy had  bought for his main modus operandi had been connected straight to him.

He couldn't use it now, he'd have to find another place to distribute from.

"I bet Micro wants him dead too. Can't imagine he was excited to find out."

"Billy." Frank warns, and he pouts dramatically.

Frank laughs.

"You know why we're doing this. I don't need to remind you." Frank says.

The thought sobers him. He sighs, nodding his head. They were doing this to keep the people they loved safe. Because if you were the most powerful man in the city, no one would try to take what was yours.

"Alright, I'll start looking around for other options. But I want him silenced and fired."

Frank gives a tired shake of his head.

"Sure."

"Nice. Love you, Frankie."

"Get out of my office, Russo."

Billy laughs, doesn't move an inch from his spot on Frank's couch.

.

You're glad to see your parents readjusting to life in the city. Though, they'd had to downsize their apartment a little since your father had decided to stop participating in the shady side of business.

It was good for them, you think, they'd be safer, especially since Kingpin was dead.

Which was one of the reasons you'd agreed to sit with them through brunch, a little curious to see if they'd heard of any new players on the streets, but you were still trying to figure out how to work it into the conversation.

Any searches for Blackbird Enterprises online came up as a dead end. There was only a single hollow website, claiming to be a consultancy company, naming a David Linus as CEO, not even a picture to go along with the title.

It had made you worried. What was Billy into now?

"Do you want eggs?" You mom asks, browsing over the menu, while your dad stepped away from the table.

"Oh god no." You murmur, the very thought making you nauseous, "I've been having trouble with eggs lately." You admit to her. The thought of Billy being back in danger doing numbers on your stomach.

You mom looks up from the menu suspiciously.

"When was your last period?" She asks.

You freeze.

"A month ago. Why? You think-" You couldn't even voice the words.

She looks back down at the menu casually.

"You should take a test."

You lean forward.

"Like a- a pregnancy test? Mom. I'm not pregnant."

She raises her eyebrows, tilts her head.

"Then a test couldn't hurt, now could it?"

"No-no- but it's unlikely. I've only been nauseous because I heard that someone new was taking over Kingpin's work. Do you know anything?"

She finally looks up again, snapping the menu shut.

"Your father was telling me he heard talks of a new player, yeah. How did you find out?"

You couldn't mention Billy, she'd be too quick to condemn him before you'd even have all the information.

"Just something I heard on Karen’s voicemail. A company."

"Blackbird."

You lean in closer.

"So it's true? There's someone taking over?" You think you were going to be sick.

Were you safe? Were your parents?

Was Billy?

"Don't get involved trying to figure out what's going on. Blackbird is more dangerous than Wilson Fisk ever was. They're everywhere, and I've heard that even The Hand avoids them."

"The Hand?" You ask, confused.

She waves your question away.

"Another syndicate. My point is, go to a pharmacy, buy a couple of tests, and go home. Stop thinking about Blackbird."

.

But how could you stop after a warning so ominous?

You take her advice though, stopping in the most questionable drug store and buying a handful of pregnancy tests. You pick the quietest store in hopes that no one recognises you, and the purchase goes successfully.

Instead of going home, you go to Anvil. You take two steps into his office and you don't give him much time to react before you wedge your body into his arms.

You're wound tight with tension, but one deep breath in his arms and your body relaxes.

"Everything okay?" Billy asks, concerned.

You squeeze him tighter and he returns the tight hold with one of his own.

He's yours, and no one is going to take him away from you.

"I'm fine." You say with a sniffle, finally raising your head to look up at him.

"Just- filled with painful memories. Can I use your bathroom?"

He kisses the top of your head.

"Sure baby. I'm right here."

.

Negative.

And the breath you were holding rushes out of you.

It almost seems funny now, considering that your hand was shaking so badly ten minutes ago when you were peeing on the stupid stick. The longest ten minutes of your life, all for a blue negative sign.

You huff, stuffing the test back into the box and discarding it. You don't bother to take a second test, satisfied that you're fine, and there's one crises averted.

You wash your hands, stepping out of the bathroom, and heading down the little hallway that joins to his office.

Billy's sitting at his desk, on his laptop typing when you re-enter his office.

"So, I'm not pregnant." You say on a heavy breath and you watch Billy pause mid key stroke. You let out an awkward laugh with the comical way he looks up at you.

He's out of his chair in seconds, taking you into his arms swiftly.

"Oh baby, is that why you were so scared earlier?"

"Yeah." You say, a little sob following, and then the dam breaks.

You'd been trying to be brave about it, but you were relieved. Having a baby was a scary thought and such a big responsibility for you.

"I thought you were getting fitted for an implant?" He asks, his cheek resting on the top of your head.

"I- made an appointment, but I've been sick lately and mom just made me worry about it."

Billy makes a sound of apology, pulling you to lean against him as he props himself against his desk.

When you can catch a hold of the flood of emotions inside you, he tilts your head up, wiping at your cheeks.

"Would a baby be so bad?" He asks, and you sniffle, deep in thought.

"No," You admit to him, "but it's scary."

"I'm not scared." He says, and you look up at him with hopeful eyes, his fingers play with the hair framing your face.

"You're not?"

"I was... but... nothing's scary with you."

You give him a watery smile.

"Therapy's really doing you good, hmm?"

He grins. Pulling you closer and dipping his head for a quick kiss.

"Sorry, I just got overwhelmed. And then mom mentioned this new company called Blackbird-"

"Really?" He interrupts in a curious tone.

Your body goes stiff, and you meet his eyes.

"Yeah. They're apparently taking over Wilson's old dealings. Have you encountered them before?"

You knew the answer to the question, but you needed to hear him say it. You needed to see if he would lie to your face.

"Yeah, I- bought a dive bar from them recently. I was trying to venture out. I thought something was up, got my own suspicions about their legitimacy. I'm trying to distance myself from them now in case the feds think I'm involved."

Oh.

That was a reasonable answer.

And just like that, the last pit in your stomach unravels.

There really was nothing to worry about, was there?

You laugh, snuggling closer into him.

"I love you so fucking much." You say on a sigh, squeezing him tighter.

"I love you so fucking much too." Billy agrees, "But now I can't stop thinking about you swollen with my baby and now I wanna put one there."

You make a little giggle of amusement.

"Not that I'm saying yes... but I'm not opposed to some practice."

"Oh really?" He asks, smiling as he presses his lips you yours.

It doesn't last long, before there's someone knocking at his door, and his secretary is telling him that his three o'clock meeting is here.

You smile at his apologetic look.

"It's okay, Billy, I'll see you at home, yeah?"

"Nooooo," he complains, "wait outside for me? This shouldn't take too long."

You laugh, agreeing to his request.

.

It's where Frank finds you five minutes later.

He gives you a big hug, and you laugh, happily returning his affection.

He starts off with checking in on you, and then the conversation spins in the direction of the wedding.

"We're thinking about moving it up. Too excited you know?"

You smile, nodding along, except you didn't know. You'd never be excited for a wedding ever again.

"Anytime you guys decide- and I'm there." You say, grinning up at him.

You chat for a little bit about useless wedding commentary, before the conversation spins again, to complaining about Billy.

"The man's a pain in my ass and I don't know how you manage. He sat on my couch the other day and wouldn't leave until I told him I loved him."

You laugh happily.

"That's progress." You argue, and Frank rolls his eyes and begrudgingly agrees.

"Blackbird's come far from when we first met, and that's all thanks to you."

Your smile drops.

"Blackbird?" You ask, your heart freezing to solid ice inside your chest.

"Yeah, it was his codename back in the military. He never mentioned?"

Act like nothing's wrong. Act like nothing's wrong.

You let out a little laugh. You wonder if Frank can see through the façade.

"No, he never said. What was your codename?"

You don't even hear his response.

"You okay?" Frank asks when he notices your spaced out expression.

You blink back into reality.

"Yeah. Yeah!" You raise a hand to scratch at your eyebrow. "Sorry, I just realised I was supposed to check in with a florist from across the city. Hope you don't mind if I cut this short."

"That's alright. I'll see you around?"

You smile.

"Yeah." You agree, heading towards the elevator, wishing him farewell.

You press the down button forcefully, begging the elevator to open up faster.

You can hear Billy's office door open, his voice getting louder as he speaks with someone.

The elevator door slides open.

It takes him walking around the corner curiously, and catching sight of you running away, for the pieces to fall perfectly into place.

Your face is stoic, borderlined angry, he looks confused for a moment, before his features settle into understanding.

As the elevator doors close, you finally come to the shocking reality.

That Billy Russo was the new Kingpin.

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#billy russo #billy russo x reader #billy russo x female reader #my writings #the punisher #billy russo smut #the agony of desire

[psychicbergara]

Just coming to drop some love and support in your direction - you are a light in this fandom and we would be a lesser place with out you. Thank you for your energy and your time this weekend. You're a star, bb 💕

JESS!!!! i love you SO much you are so fucking sweet im kissing you MWAH 😘💖 thank you so much for this kind, kind message ough 💕

and literally every single one of your posts this past weekend was a breath of fresh air for real. like it is SO nice to see people super excited for watcher!! i love it sm, it made this weekend so much better. you are a sweetheart and you are a blessing in this fandom fr ❤️

#asks #sophie answers #sequencefairy #moots <3 #this made my day fr ily <333

[softpine]

@bb-enablefreebuild it's true, but asa says it himself, "I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I have everything a person could want and a better family than some could ever imagine - but it’s not enough for me. I don’t know why. I want to be happy, but I don’t know how." it was important for me to include that part in there, because that has nothing to do with finn – well, only a little bit in that he knows he can come across as ungrateful given that his family is incredibly supportive and some people's families, like finn's, are the opposite. otherwise, this is entirely centered around asa's internal feelings. he's had depression nearly his entire life, it's just that when finn is around he's able to find reasons to take care of himself (going outside for long walks, sleeping regularly, paying attention in class because finn tells him to, taking his meds, etc.) and without finn there to ground him, asa is falling apart for more reasons than one. so yes it's the heartbreak of losing your first love, but it's more than that for him. it's losing the primary reason for living in the moment and looking forward to the future :(

he will be soooooooo pissed :( we'll have to wait and see if asa tells him the truth (or the full truth) about how he got to this point... especially after everything asa said in this post; he KNOWS finn wouldn't approve of any of his actions thus far, but he keeps digging his grave deeper and deeper because he's already gone too far, he's already broken finn's trust and he can't leave things like this now :(

that tag is so funny, i wasn't even referring to myself in Sim God terms i was just mad at him as if i'm a powerless reader like the rest of you jfkjsds and YEAH poor casper :( he'll come up in one of the next posts so i don't want to say too much, but the fact that his worst fear is missing out on something important while he's away, to the extent that he's calling constantly to check on his family is so..... :(

bro yes 🤭

thank you for sharing!! that makes complete sense to me and that's a really sweet way to incorporate your mom in that decision 🥺

RIGHT he needs the sense knocked into him fr

@forgotten-pixels ahhhh i love this question, i was JUST thinking about mac while i was making vegan chili mac the other day fjkjsds i'm actually going to save this in my inbox and take some pictures for you when i have the energy because i miss mac and honey too :') they're always hanging out in the same room while i'm taking screenshots, they just NEVER make it into any good pics. it's actually a curse i swear

i honestly have no idea, i'm sorry 😭 it'll probably be awhile though, i haven't been doing great tbh but i want the next post to look as good as it does in my head so i don't want to half ass it!!

@itsalwaysgonnabeher oh you caught that huh sjfkjsds don't worry (yet) 💖

@little-orphan-ant I'M SORRY 😭 i'm thinking brandi wtf at all times too lmao

omg okay so i'm saving this message in my inbox for later because i KNOW for a FACT that i listed everyone's favorite candy many years ago but tumblr's search function is so incredibly ass and i don't have the energy to keep searching for it right now but i will find it eventually i promise 🥺 and if not i'll just rewrite it and then when i inevitably find the original post we can compare my answers and see how well i know my characters' tastes fjksjds

absolutely yes i'm afraid 😌

in my head i still have to sound it out sometimes if it's been forever since i've typed her name fjksjds

@rebouks thank you so much 🥺🥺 the same goes to you!!! 💖

@moonfromearth thank you!! it's so sweet you thought of me ;-; 💗

#sorry i'm answering some of these so late #been fighting for my life in my brain lately and words are not coming easily 👍🏻 #but it's been so long since i've had to break out the replies post :') #asks #anonymous #nonsims #brandi answers #moonfromearth #rebouks #bb-enablefreebuild #forgotten-pixels #little-orphan-ant #itsalwaysgonnabeher

[teyamsatan]

Hii Andra !!!💕 Here's just basically my way to say : Congrats on 3k bb !!!💥💫🌸💥💕😊💛💖💙🫂🌼⚘🌹With this Neteyam OC Art

Uhm... This Art is just beautiful 🥺 I hope you'll love it too 😊

Source : Instagram @/nonconmann

omg adria bb thank you so so much :((( that is so so sweet and also what an amazing fanart omggg!!!! that's perfect for my 3k celebration! thank you for sharing my love x also i read your camping horror story and that sounds traumatising hahahah, i need to formulate a more comprehensive response but it's coming my love x i promise x

#my asks 💕 #˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ ꕥ andra's mooties #adria bb 🥰 #✨ andra's 3k event

[gojonanami]

Your Emo Boy fic, @ayyy-pee's The Great Debate and @chuluoyi's Love Entries are my favourite works ever on Tumblr. All so, so good.

thank you so much bb!! that’s so so sweet 🥹 I really enjoyed writing emo boy choso so I’m glad you love it 💖

(idk if tags work in asks so just in case @chuluoyi @ayyy-pee)

#sab [asks] #sab [anons] #sab [praise]

[corroded-hellfire]

Hi Amy! I’ve been loving all of your Eddie fics! Especially ones with Wayne interactions 😭💖 could I request one of Wayne helping Eddie cope with life after the Upside Down? Like comforting him from a nightmare or something? 🥺💖

Hi!! Thank you so much for this request, it is so sweet. Wayne deserves all the love and hype 💝

Words: 900+

Crickets, loud trucks, and the occasional thunderstorm are the only noises that ever ring out in the night in Forest Hills Trailer Park. But the terrified scream coming from down the hall jerks Wayne out of his sleep and has him grabbing the closest thing to him, which happens to be a mug filled with cold coffee. Abandoning the cup, letting it tip over and drool its dark substance over the couch, Wayne rushes down the hall. The door isn’t fully closed, so it whips open at his insistent shove, banging against the wall behind it.

Eddie is sitting up straight in bed, face as white as death, and his chest is heaving violently as clammy sweat breaks out across his hairline. His hands are clutching the stained sheets, shaking with the pressure he’s exerting on them. The neckline of his gray t-shirt is dark with sweat and it isn’t the first time Wayne’s noticed that Eddie now sleeps in a shirt, not even wanting his pink and jagged scars to be exposed when he’s alone in his room.

“What’s wrong?” Wayne asks, though he already knows the answer. He wants Eddie to keep some of his pride, knowing his nephew gets embarrassed about having nightmares at his age, even after all he’s been through.

“Nothing,” Eddie says. His eyes are wide and his tone is breathy.

Wayne sighs and takes a few steps closer to the bed. He sits down at the bottom corner and his hand hangs in the air for a moment before he brings it down to pat Eddie’s leg under the blanket.

“I know, boy,” he says. “I can’t imagine what you see when you close your eyes. But you know what? That’s the only place those horrors exist now. In your dreams.”

Eddie nods, but it’s clear that he’s not comforted. His breathing is slowly returning to normal, but his face is still paper white.

Wayne lets out a soft chuckle and Eddie drags his eyes over to him.

“I remember when I was a kid, my little sister - your aunt Ruth - would have nightmares. Shit, your dad and I would tease her about them all the time. She said she’d dream about seeing weird lights in the sky, and she’d be running from a spaceship or something like that. So your dad and I would wait until our folks went to bed, then we’d barge into her room and start panicking because we saw lights out our window. ‘Course we didn’t, but it’d always wake her up and she’d dive under her bed faster than you could say Jack Robinson.”

Out of the corner of his eye, Wayne can see Eddie’s grip on the sheets loosen and the color is starting to return to his cheeks.

“It was funny until one night, your dad and I are fast asleep. Then there’s this loud banging outside our window. I woke up first, and boy I tell you, I squealed like a pig when I saw these flashing lights out in the air. It woke your dad up and he started screaming right along with me. Your grandpa rushes in to see what’s wrong, telling us to quit yelling or else. When I pointed to the lights outside, they weren’t there anymore. We were told to get back to sleep and if dad had to come back in again, we’d get a whoopin.”

Eddie leans back against his headboard and rests his hands on his chest. His body is calmed down, though Wayne doubts he’s relaxed enough to get back to sleep yet.

“Did you ever figure out what the lights were?” Eddie asks.

“Oh yeah,” Wayne says with a laugh. “After your grandpa went back to bed, your dad and I snuck outside, me carrying a baseball bat, and him his BB gun. We were walking down the driveway when Ruth pops up out of the bed of our dad’s old truck. She’s laughing something fierce, and even harder when she sees how bad she scared us. She had a string of Christmas lights with her, that she took from the garage, and ran an extension cord all the way from the house, just to outside our window. A lot of plotting for a little girl, but it sure did work. We never teased her about her nightmares again.”

Eddie lets out a small chuckle and it’s music to Wayne’s ears.

“So, Aunt Ruth just climbed up on top of Gramp’s truck with some lights and scared the hell out of you?”

“She sure as shit did.”

A smile breaks out on Eddie’s face, though it’s a small one, and he tilts his head to look up at the ceiling.

“Sounds like you were dicks to her,” Eddie says.

“That was our job as big brothers. But we would’ve beat someone to a pulp if they tried to tease her.”

Eddie takes a deep breath and nods his head a few times. Wayne isn’t comfortable leaving Eddie alone yet, but he doesn’t want to seem like he’s smothering the boy either.

“Since we’re up, you want to watch a movie?” Wayne asks. “Been a while since I let you pick one.”

“Yeah. Okay.” Eddie slips out from under his covers and stands up from the bed. He scratches the back of his neck heads out of the room. Wayne follows behind him, clapping him on the shoulder as they walk into the dark hallway.

“Can we watch Aliens?” There’s a smirk on Eddie’s face and Wayne’s gladder than he’s ever been to see that mischievous glimmer in his eye.

“I may be an old man, but I can still kick your ass, son.”

#eddie munson #wayne munson #eddie munson fic #eddie munson fan fiction #eddie munson fanfic #request

[reallyromealone]

akemi-saito asked:

Hello Rome I wanted to make a request as to how would be the reaction of baji to his Male S / O that is the opposite of it type is is a calm and cute person and patient and affectionate and loving Cheerful and careful but also loves animals and he is Super polite and kind and polite and friendly

(I hope not to bother you if you do not want to do no problem thank you very much for the posts and kiss and take care of yourself up 👋 )

reallyromealone answered:

Oh I love this omg.

And you're never a bother bb dw!

And kiss kiss to you too 😘

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When baji said he had a boyfriend.

No one fucking believed him.

"who would wanna date your pyro ass?!"

"hey! (Name) happens to find my fascination with fire cute!"

"of course your fake boyfriend would!"

And that's when he texted the angel that was (name) (last name) to come to the shrine.

Baji 💕🐺: hey bb, come 2 (address) pls, my frends think your nt real

(name)💖🐯: of course! Let me just finish something up quick! How many people are there?

Baji 💕🐺: uhhh like 30?

(name)💖🐯: okok! See you soon! Ily!!

Baji 💕🐺:ily 2

It took thirty minutes for (name) to grace them with his presence, two desert boxes in his hands as he smiled gently.

Toman couldn't fucking believe their eyes as baji draped an arm around the pretty male who was dressed in soft pastels and even his hair was styled cutely!

"ehh did you pay this guy or something?"

"is he holding you hostage?? Blink twice!"

(name) gave a soft giggle as he handed his boyfriend the pastry boxes before bowing "hello! My name is (name) (last name), I am Baji's boyfriend" he said kindly "sorry it took so long to get here, I wanted to bring treats for you all" (name) said sweetly as he gestured to the treats "what treat's?" Mikey asked curiously, staring at the boxes with fascination "oh- Taiyaki and Dorayaki!" (Name) said sweetly and Mikey just dead stared him "leave him for me"

"Mikey fuck off!"

"that's sweet but I'm happily dating Baji!"

"hah! Take that fuckers! He likes me!"

"that's surprising"

"what's that supposed to mean?!"

#tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers x male reader #tokyo revengers fluff #tokyo revengers baji

[angellcherry]

Hi bb ❤️ how have u been?? I've just stumbled across your blog here and your first upload was so good???

I had tears in my eyes, not even joking, but your writing was so immensely soft and sweet, it had my heart melting 🫠. Your words were crafted so beautifully, and your writing always leaves me in awe!!

So happy you're back 💖

HI BABY! 💖 you have my heart melting, please stop before I kiss you—

ahshdhdhd thank you so much 😭🫂 I'm still catching up on everything, I've been busy so I'm trying not to rush 💕 how about you my love? how are you??? <3

#I love you sm 🥹 #asks #jade 💕 #for rainy days