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brewed-pangolin · 5 months

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Drabble request for Super Soap Sunday:

Soap and you find yourselves in an unusual place/set of circumstances when the mood strikes. How does he A) let you know what he wants and B) how does he get you in the mood too?

Domestic Bliss

Johnny 'Soap' MacTavish x Fem Reader

Warnings: 18+ MDNI: Explicit smut, some fingering, P in V, backseat sex, slightly Dom-ish Soap, tons of dirty banter, Soap being a needy little horn dog

This 'drabble' turned into a one-shot because I can't control myself.

Synopsis: You and Soap take the next step in your relationship, and his not so subtle attempt to rile you up in public ends with an impromptu session in the parking lot.

Reference for where this man takes you to Poundtown here

Word count: 2k

"Alright, ma'am. If I can just you to sign here, here, and here. Then we should be all set up." Your advisor instructed as you sifted through yet another mountain of paperwork. Your eyes growing numb and your fingers beginning to ache from the repeated minor motion of signing your life away.

You pushed the last pile of paperwork over the advisors desk with gentle smile curling into your lips. Glancing over at the man sitting next to you with that same smile, a loving fondness in your eyes as you both took the next pivotal step in your relationship.

A mortgage.

Soap's demeanor was calm. Stoic even. Letting you take the lead in this circumstance as you were the one going to habitate the home more often than he would. A thought you both pushed aside for now to savor the wave of domestic bliss that came along after you signed the final piece of paperwork.

Yet his cool facade couldn't hide the cerulean maelstrom swirling within the whites of his eyes. A look you knew all too well, and one that never failed to send a quick shiver down your spine.

But here? At the bank?

Your smile quickly curled into a smirk, rolling your eyes at him as you turned your attention back to the advisor across the desk. You couldn't feed into Soap's growing needy desires. Not in public at least.

Pursing your lips with a heavy sigh, you tried to maintain your composure by focusing on the task at hand. Eyes trained to the quick movements of fingers across the keyboard as your consultant effortlessly entered your information into the database.

However, even the light clicking of keys couldn't keep your attention as you caught the sudden tremor of his knee in the lower periphery of your vision. The frantic cadence of his boot heel hitting the floor tearing at your concentration yet again, forcing you the bring the knuckles of your right hand up to your mouth to hide the apparent grin quickly forming on your lips.

With as subtle movement as possible, you placed your left hand on the top of his knee to quell his growing feverish motion. Gripping your fingers into the fabric of his jeans and pushing towards the floor in a physical attempt to ease his obviously heightening arousal.

“Ookay. That’s done. Let me get this all printed out and you two should be all set.”

“Thank you, sir. Appreciate all your help with this.”

You share a quick glance with your advisor as he stands, his eyes momentarily shifting to Soap with a subtle curl in the corner of his mouth. You keep a close eye on him as he exits the office, finally turning to face Soap with a furrowed brow and address the apparent tension erupting between you two.

“Jesus Christ, Johnny. Would you please calm down?” You scolded playfully. Your lips a thin line of a smile, obscuring your clenched teeth as you dug your fingers further into his jeans.

“How much fuckin’ longer is this gonna take, bonnie? ‘Cause I'm 'bout to bend ya over this goddamn desk if he don't speed this shit up. He can bloody watch for all I care.”

"We're almost done, Johnny. He just needs to give us the paperwork, and then we can go. So just, keep it in your pants for another five fuckin' minutes."

Your tone of reprimand barely able to combat the deep, rumbling brogue in his voice. Shifting slightly in your seat to quell the growing ache pulsing within your core. A gesture that most certainly did not go unnoticed as you took in the hungry blaze radiating within his eyes.

"Johnny. Don't. No!" Your frivolous attempt to stop him was broken down immediately as he thrusted his hand between your legs. Pressing his knuckles into the base of your heat through your jeans. Shifting to bring his chair closer and caress his mouth and tease you with his whispering brogue to the nape of your neck.

"Gonna fuckin' wreck ya, bonnie. Forget th'mortgage. This my down payment fer tha sweet pussy a'yers."

"Goddamit, MacTavish. Not here, ya fuckin' horn dog."

"Horn dog?" He questions with that distinctly mischievous grin. Pulling away as he eyed your advisor walking back into the office. His calmness in complete contrast to the excited flush bellowing from your chest as you quickly swat his hand away, scolding him quietly under your breath.

"Overconfident bastard."

"Alright. You two are all set up. You should be getting a call within the next five business days once you qualify. Other than that, welcome to home ownership."

"Thank you." You shook your advisor's hand, grabbed at your paperwork, and made an immediate bee line for the door. Beating Soap at his own game as you left him in the office with an obvious growing hard on. Already midway to the exit of the bank when you eyed him barreling out of the office in your periphery.

You didn't want to lose focus again. Not now. Now when you had the upper hand. You Kept your eyes locked onto the 4Runner at the back of the parking lot as your feet moved quickly at their own accord. Your ears perking to the sound of its alarm, a wave of triumph rolling over you as the locks sprung free.

You opened the backseat passenger door to toss your purse and paperwork on the seat. Expecting to see Soap at the driver side as you tried to close the door.

Tried.

You glanced questioningly at the door. Only then did you notice Soap's hand gripping on the edge. Spinning on your heels as you came face to face with a fiery blaze and a hungry look in his eyes.

"John?"

"Get in."

"John?!"

"GET IN!"

You felt his hands on your hips the moment his voice registered within your mind. Thrusting you into the back seat, an excitedly victorious giggle escaping your chest as he crawled in before slamming the door behind him.

"Yer such a fuckin' lit'le minx, y'know that? Leavin' me th're wit a full bloody stonner." He growled, pulling your shoes off and tossing them to the side, frantically moving to the front of your jeans as you continued to laugh in triumph at his feverish need.

"Makin' me do the goddamn walk o' shame and...why are these fuckin' buttons so goddamn small?!"

"Ooohhh, what happened to that cool confidence, Soap? Thought you could handle yourself under pressure. Bein' a demolitions expert an' all."

"Yer pushin' it, lass." He spat back. Relinquishing the fight with the buttons in favor of simply tearing your jeans off.

"M'also not tryin'a fuck tha bombs, smartass."

Soap tossed your garments to the back, flaring his nostrils with a darkened veil in his eyes as he spread your legs to take in the sight of your silken arousal. Moving onto his haunches with a deep inhale, his eyes rolling back as he took in the scent of your growing excitement.

“Mhmm. Could smell tha’ sweet pussy in th’re. An’ ya already so fuckin’ wet fer me, aren’t ya, bonnie?”

Words escaped you as he pushed two of his fingers inside your soaking heat, your eyes fluttering closed as he slowly pumped up to his knuckle, teasingly preparing you for what was to come. Unable to restrain your body’s reaction as your walls reflexively clenched around him.

“Donnae think I didn’t feel tha’. I know what ya need, lass. An’ m’gonna give it to ya.” Soap lured to you with a husky purr, your eyes fluttering open in response to take in the sight of him stroking himself through his jeans. His steely blue gaze boring into your soul as he effortlessly worked at the buckle of his belt. A throaty growl reverberating within him as he teasingly pushed the waist of his jeans below his hips to expose his painfully hardened cock.

"Johnny, I-" Your pleasured whimper was cut short as he throw his muscular frame on top of you, sealing his mouth over yours in a wet and desperately needy kiss. His strong hands gripping into the flesh of your thighs, guiding them around his waist as he teasingly pushed his throbbing erection into your moistened cunt. Filling you to the brim in one fluid thrust.

"Th's s'my home, bonnie. Right 'ere. B'tween yer legs an' deep in th's beautiful fuckin' pussy a 'yers."

Soap didn't give you time or air to respond as he encapsulated your mouth once more and immediately began pistoning himself into your core. The force of his thrusts wiping whatever thoughts and words out your mind, only focusing on the feel of him as he caged you against the backseat with his arms bent on either side of your head.

"Steamin' hell yer tight, lass." Soap growled into your lips, pressing his chest down into yours, keeping you still and allowing him full reign to pound his hardened length into your heat.

His bulbous tip kissing the flesh of your cervix with each forward thrust before pulling out almost entirely to only throw himself back into you once more. The continuous motion forcing your back to arch off the backseat, pushing your pelvis into his to stimulate the sensitive flesh of your clit.

Soap pulled his mouth away in repsonse to your shifting position, leaning forward to press his forehead into the crook of your neck. His hot breath cascading down your skin as he grunted and moaned with every subsequent thrust, his relentless pounding forcing you to grip into his shoulders to keep yourself stable beneath him.

"Johnny...Johnny..." you whispered softly against his temple. His name the only coherent word you could manage to let fall from your lips as your mind and body fell into the depths of his desperate and needy pleasure.

"Jus'...lemme 'ave th's, bonnie."

"Only g'nna need...an'ther minute.."

Soap's gasping breaths washed over the flesh of your neck, his voice rumbling within his throat like an otherworldly mixture of a growling whimper.

And the moment you felt his hips begin to falter, you pushed aisde your own pleasure in favor of reaching his. Only focusing on him. His needs. His desperate compulsion to always need to fill you and mark you as his own.

"C'mon, bonnie. Come for me."

You responded to his grunting demand by simply pressing your lips to the flesh of his temple. Wrapping your arms and legs around him tightly, letting him vigorously thrust his throbbing cock into your cunt until you felt the warmth of his release erupt deep inside you.

Soap's movements then halted all together. Burying himself into your heat as he rode out the relentless pulses of his climax.

Even within this impromptu moment, with him panting against your neck and you hunched beneath him in the backseat, there was always a certain level of intimacy that seemed to meld between you in the bliss of the afterglow. Cradling him in your arms as he slumped over in a limp and gasping mess.

"Fuckin hell, bonnie." He whispered, softly panting against your neck as he lightly pursed his lips against your neck.

"Jesus, Johnny. If I knew home ownership got ya this worked up, I'd it done years ago."

"Shut it, lass."

"Can't wait to see how hard ya get when I do my taxes."

Soap remained silent to your playful banter, responding only by continuing to kiss the curve of your neck as his body trembled, slowly coming down from the high of his release.

His mouth gently curled into a smile as he placed a series of gentle kisses up the nape of your neck. Chiding in once more to your jesting, his distinctive brogue thicker and more hoarse as he purred against your flesh.

"Won't 'ave ta, hen. Unless yer 'nta doin' a threesome."

"What?" You questioned, pulling him out of your neck to meet his steely blue gaze with a coitish smile.

"Uncle Sam already fucks ya in the ass, bonnie. It's the only time I'm yer designated sloppy side piece."

You can't hide the smile that emerged over your lips, pushing a piece of sweat ridden hair out of his eyes as you lovingly gaze up at him.

"Then I guess I'll be needing another down payment in advance. Just for good measure."

And of course, Soap obliges. Thrusting his still hardened cock deep into your core as he mutters those two words you love to hear.

"Yes, ma'am."

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vampiresfromxenon · 5 months

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Therapy isn’t enough I need to cuddle up with Astarion and watch The Great British Baking Show and hear him giggle when someone says “soggy bottom”

#baldurs gate 3 #bg3 #astarion #bg3 astarion #baldur's gate 3 #astarion fluff #soft Astarion #astarion ancunin #I love it when he’s so soft #I just want this domestic bliss in my life #it would solve so many of my problems #if not all of them actually

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calibrationneeded · 5 months

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Close ups of x

#supernatural #spn #dean winchester #castiel #destiel #fanart #art #my art #jack kline #dadstiel art #dadstiel #dean and cas #Cas and dean are jacks dads #domestic destiel #I love soft domestic bliss #this is what ‘there’ll be peace when you are done’ looks like

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fish3s · 8 months

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after that same rainbow’s end 🌈

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bird-slayer-brainrot · 2 months

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Pre-marital Shenanigans - Good Omens Anathema Device/Newton Pulsifer ft. our ineffable idiots at a silly little engagment party gone alcoholic

Anathema had never even dreamed of getting married. It never really bothered her, as she had always understood that the course of her life was already set. It was quite literally planned in a book that had finally ended.

But the world hadn’t, like it was supposed to, and Newt, who she had known all her life but had only now known, had given her the courage to decide for herself what her life would be, well, everything was different.

The world was literally new.

So when Newton Pulsifer, her nerdy, non-witchfinder, world-saving boyfriend proposed one afternoon in their shared garden in Jasmine Cottage, Tadfield, Oxfordshire, England – far from the life she had always known – Anathema, for the first time in her life, felt alive.

Crowley parked the Bentley outside Jasmine Cottage and climbed out. He was leaning over the top of the car, head rested in his hands, as he waited for Aziraphale to get out. To his surprise, Aziraphale emerged from the Bentley with his arm full of wrapped gifts that Crowley hadn’t even seen him pack. Crowley frowned at the angel without menace, and Aziraphale returned the look fondly.

Anathema answered the door immediately. She had been waiting for the past twenty minutes by the door. Crowley drove fast, but he was always late.

Newt was busy in the kitchen preparing cocktails as Anathema greeted their guests. Aziraphale beamed at is friend, unable to hug her with his arms full.

“Anathema, dear.” He said fondly. “Thank you so much for inviting us.”

Crowley, not a speaker, nodded silently at Aziraphale, who nodded in return. This was good enough for the both of them. Crowley followed Aziraphale into the lounge. Anathema shut the door to the cottage behind them.

“Cards?” Crowley questioned. They were in the living room. Newt hadn’t finished the drinks yet. Anathema was shuffling the deck.

“Isn’t this your engagement party?” Crowley grumbled. Anathema shot him a look and he shot up.

“How lovely.” Aziraphale exclaimed. “I’m very good at cards.”

“No you’re not.” Crowley responded almost immediately. Aziraphale made a face at the demon, who did not back down.

“There is cocktails.” Newt announced when he entered. He was balancing a tray of cocktails precariously. Anathema, sensing danger, immediately stood up to help him. Newt greeted Aziraphale and Crowley and sat down in an armchair beside Anathema. The cards were shuffled, and Anathema began to deal.

An hour in, and Newt was tipsy.

Aziraphale had somehow managed to win several rounds, and Anathema had accused him of foul play despite the fact that he, on numerous occasions, insisted he would do no such thing.

“How did you get another ace?” Anathema shouted. Aziraphale just giggled. Crowley was staring at Aziraphale murderously. Crowley was losing, followed in third by Newt. When they were both out, Newt left to fetch another round of cocktails.

When he returned, it was to find a distraught Anathema had lost another round. Aziraphale was laughing victoriously. Newt smiled at his fiancée, and consoled her.

He had been worried about this. Anathema knew Newt was a worrier, it was his nature. He wanted the engagement party to go smoothly, for Anathema’s sake. They’d talked about it extensively. Eventually, they decided a quiet night in with some friends was exactly what they both wanted.

Anathema didn’t have many close friends in Tadfield, and Newt’s mother was coming down from London down the next day to formally meet Anathema and help with the wedding planning. The Them had already popped by to offer their congratulations. Pepper had announced that she wanted to be the maid of honour. Anathema immediately agreed.

The topic of Aziraphale and Crowley had come up one morning as Newt prepared breakfast. He suggested it offhandedly, and, after considering it, Anathema suggested they invite the pair for some drinks soon. It was an excuse, at best, to check in on the state of the world after Doomsday. Newt knew this, because he always knew.

Anathema had confided in Newt that sometimes she had the sense that she was being watched, like when she was younger, but with less potency. It had been nearly a year since the world had almost ended, and the final instalment of Agnes Nutter’s prophecies had been burnt to ash. She hated this feeling. It was a reminder of what had happened, and how close it had all come to ending. It made her feel powerless.

Newt was, for the most part, an excellent comfort in this. He had been a pawn in this celestial game as long as she had, though he had not found out till much later. When she felt like this, Newt was there. She loved him.

The cards were abandoned and Newt was now fully gone. It seemed that, in an effort to steady his nerves, he had drunk way more than the others. This, combined with his, quite frankly, shit alcohol tolerance, and he was trying to dance with Anathema.

Anathema managed to escape from two clumsy waltzes (somewhere, Billie Holiday was screaming) with her two feet barely intact. She sat beside Aziraphale, who was nursing a glass of wine Anathema didn’t remember any of them pouring. Newt was smiling at Anathema, and she tentatively smiled back.

“So, Crowley.” Newt had recovered from the abandonment by Anathema by deciding to bother the demon, who also had a glass of wine. Crowley watched him as he plopped himself beside him.

“Anathema tells me you and Aziraphale are like.” he leaned forward conspiratorially at the demon.

paused, seemingly for dramatic effect. “Magic.” He managed to both over-pronounce the final consonant while whispering, seemingly for dramatic effect. Crowley tilted his head at the human, and raised his eyebrows.

Anathema was still talking to Aziraphale. She was laughing at something the angel had said.

“Can you please.” He was almost pleading. Anathema and Aziraphale had now looked over to them. Aziraphale was beaming, and Anathema was doing a very good impression of a tomato.

“Magic me to be deserving of this beautiful, beautiful lady.”

Aziraphale laughed, and Anathema managed to look even more embarrassed.

“Oh, shut up Newt.” Anathema laughed.

They were saying their goodbyes. Anathema had insisted that they had enough space to accommodate their friends, but Crowley said that they would be alright.

When the door shut behind them, Newt turned to look at Anathema with blind adoration.

“Seriously though.” Newt was solemn now. “How is it possible for one single person to be so wonderful. I love you so much Anathema.”

“Calm down Newt.” Anathema said, laughing. Newt then proceeded to wrap his arms around the witch in an effort, it seemed, to become attached to her permanently.

“Bedtime, I think.” Anathema said into his shoulder. “I love you, Newt.”

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sashimiyas · 1 year

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osamu’s toxic trait is that he will start a fight if he’s feeling bored

#reinas.inretrograde #domestic bliss is great until he asks you why your face looks like that #and when you’re up in his face asking him what. like what #he just snickers and says ‘so fucking perfect like that.’#reina.lovesosamu

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magnusbae · 6 months

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Nothing hurts me quite as much as reading perfect slowburn with compelling and deeply in character interactions that are swiftly replaced by some professional lemon doppelgangers during the smut and after 😔😔😔

#like if you wouldnt show great understanding of canon compliant characteristics i wouldnt be as upset #but going from a character who cannot morally accept even looking at character B nor ever using slang to suddenly saying 'baby' and shaggin #within the paragraph is such a massive whiplash i simply cannot handle #also people assuming that once you start dating it's all easy smooth sailing with pet names and domestic bliss #WHERE IS THE AWKWARD EXCITEMENT #where is the uncertainty if they're dating like THAT #or like THIS #where is the first dates and the first hand holding and the first gifts #where is the charafter flaws from the slowburning part and the relapse under stress or when buttons are pressed #(for example not expressing feelings or being secretive or getting insedure)#(those things are not forever gone after shagging or getting together they come back to bite)#i dont know i am just so so so so so starved for slowburns AFTER the Shag/Confession....#i know ...i know i should probably just....uh....oh.....write #buns.txt

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sapphicstacks · 1 year

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happy, chatty, super gay housewife yasha nydoorin i would do anything for you

#look i’ve rewatched the beauyasha domestic bliss scene 50 times today #yasha is so happy and safe and comfortable #she was so cute and giddy when they were going to have visitors #being in love with beau has done wonders to open her up #beauyasha #critical role #cr spoilers #yasha nydoorin #mighty nein #m9 reunited #critrole

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lesbian-kyoru · 8 days

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Fandom: 人渣反派自救系统 - 墨香铜臭 | The Scum Villain's Self-Saving System - Mòxiāng Tóngxiù Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Luo Binghe/Shen Yuan | Shen Qingqiu Characters: Shen Yuan | Shen Qingqiu, Luo Binghe Additional Tags: Domestic Fluff, Foot Massage, Non-Sexual Intimacy, sqq is scared of vulnerability with his husband (unsurprising), canon typical bingqiu horny thoughts

Summary:

After lingering on his ankle, Shen Qingqiu grips Luo Binghe’s foot. Surely, then, his hand moves by some misfired impulse, for he starts to massage his foot with great care.

Luo Binghe goes, “Hngh,” but otherwise, he stays asleep.

written for SVSSS gotcha for gaza

#scum villian self saving system #svsss #bingqiu #shen qingqiu #luo binghe #i really thought my first mxtx fic would be for tgcf but here i am #this is fluff pls enjoy and i hope the next fic i will write can be more properly insane but i was overcome with domestic bliss for this one #this was partially prompted by one time when my wife gently rubbed my foot while i was napping and i woke up very overcome with affection #so i made it bingqiu #zoe fic #svsss fic #bingqiu fic #zoe.txt

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dawdlecentric · 4 months

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D3G_Takahashi you are the boniji artist ever 💗💛

Their art really make me feel like this every time

I haven't seen all of their boniji/BTR art yet but these are my favorites so far (tho tbh I love all of their art!)

Source under the cut

#every time they upload boniji fanart I squeal and giggle and kick my legs and punch the air and throw up and explode #their art is just SOOO CUTE!!! and so wholesome!!!#and it's nice that they upload pretty consistently and when they do it makes my day and always put a smile on my face :)))#there are some okay boniji artists on twt but they're my favorite #and I followed them the moment I found their art when I was scouring boniji fanart there #and afaik they don't make sus fanart which is kinda my ick to some BTR artists on twt #so it's pretty refreshing to find an artist who makes fluffy wholesome fanarts #like it's so charming that they captured the highschool sweethearts/crush feeling #and the occasional domestic bliss so well on their boniji art it's so friggin sweet!!#also they like to draw Nijika with tsuchinoko!Bocchi often which I find precious xD #gosh I wish I could express my admiration for their art but my jp is not that great #and I feel self conscious if I comment some English gibberish gushing over their art #I'm just sooo normal abt their bnj art (⁠◔⁠‿⁠◔⁠) *barking biting snarling going around in circles foams at the mouth*#ALSO! ALSO!! THEY AND OTHER BNJ ARTISTS ARE SELLING BNJ DOUJINS/ZINES SINCE DEC31 AND I WANTED SO BAD TO BUY IT 😩😫😭😭IF NOT ALL OF THE ARTIS #but I never ordered/don't know how to order stuff from JP before and even if I knew I'm broke af 😔#*sigh* oh well I'll guess I'll wait- HOPE that someone who bought it will translate it and upload it to dynasty scans someday :')🤞🤞

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spirits-n-giggles · 9 months

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Who else needs a nap?

#here for the feels #the fluff #domestic bliss if you will #good omens #crowly x aziraphale #Aziraphale #Crowley #ineffable husbands #fanart #i need it #its always nice when its nice #my backgrounds suck #oh well lol

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lil-vibes · 9 months

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chuuya draping his coat over dazai whenever hes panicking so badly that touch us a no-go bc it's custom made, plush and soft and heavy and he has been doing it ever since they were 16 and dazai always curls into it, gripping the sides and inhaling the fabric softener + cologne + general chuuya scent until he calms down

#u drape any other black fabric that vaguely resembles a coat and he'll either shut down or attempt murder #but let it be chuuyas coat ?? oh hes 100% falling asleep in it #its almost a pavlov response bc everytime chuuya gave up his coat to dazai they were safe and alive and dazai had the certainty #that he was gonna be watched over for however long his body needed to rest #sometime when chuuya is away hell sneak into his apartment and sleep in chuuyas bed. coat between his arms #chuuya is his safe person bro im so unwell #ueueueueue dazai feeling secure and warm and SAFE in chuuyas company always gets me ueueue #this goes both ways btw bc these two are insufferable 😌💞#domestic life would be Actual Bliss for them #they just need to get there first shshsh #bsd #skk #soft skk #pebbles (me) ramblers #personal hc

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grelleswife · 1 year

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I am so normal about them.

#the girl from the other side: siúil a rún #the girl from the other side #totsukuni no shoujo #dear.#teacher #shiva #father and daughter #the tranquil domesticity reminds me of those sweet early chapters when they lived in bliss…before nagabe ripped our hearts out 💔#serotonin #dammit why am i already getting emotional? 😭#cozy vibes

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softquietsteadylove · 6 months

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Let’s do some soft moment between them?

Thena sees how stressed Gil is and decides to do some things for him, like ordering dinner, sorting and taking care of little stuff and more!

"Hey hon," Gil calls as he drags himself through the door. He sets his bag down heavily but tries to pull himself together. Thena got off her shift six hours ago, and he doesn't want to ruin her evening with his shit day.

It's all part of the job, right?

"Hey!"

He grunts faintly as Thena comes running down the front hall and throws herself into his arms. He's not complaining, though, happily burying his nose in her hair and holding her against his chest.

She pulls away, only to hold his cheeks in her hands and kiss him properly. "I missed you."

Obviously she knows he's had a hard shift, but it still makes him all warm and fuzzy inside for her to kiss him like that and lavish him with attention and sweet words. "I missed you too."

Thena walks them further into her apartment, trading little kisses with him as they walk, like they're lovesick teenagers, which she always said she found obnoxious. "You go sit, I'll bring dinner over."

"You cooked?" he chuckles, but obeys her instruction.

"I'm trying to help you relax, not poison you."

He lets out a long laugh on his way to her nice comfy sectional. He doesn't lie down, though. If he does that, he's just going to fall asleep in an instant.

"I ordered your favourites," she calls from the kitchen in the same happy tone.

Gil raises a brow at it, lounging back on the couch. "What's got you so giddy?"

"Just," he heard some clinking of cuttlery and plates and stuff. "Happy you're back!"

Gil sits up a little straighter as she comes over with two dishes for them. He cooks for them as often as he can, but she's ordered Chinese--something he's unlikely to make for them at home anyway. She sits next to him with a smile. "Honey, really."

Thena sighs, having been seen through. She wilts into the couch as well, "okay, okay. I tried, didn't I?"

He chuckles, pulling her into him and leaving the food for now. "Not that I don't appreciate it, but like I asked, what's the occasion?"

Thena tilts her head at him, hair down for once in the comfort of her own home. "You seemed more than a little bummed when I headed out, and that was before you had the last few hours to go. I thought, maybe, you'd want the treatment when you got home."

He grins, and not just because her apartment is 'home' for both of them. He wraps his arms around her waist, reclining so she can sit between his legs on the couch. "I already get the treatment, coming home to you."

Thena laughs off his sweet talk, as she always does. Because she doesn't know just how much he means it. Coming home to her beautiful smile and dry tone and reluctance to laugh at his dumb jokes?--that's all he needs.

"Well," she sighs, tracing along the lines of his sweater. "I know you had a long day, and I know you like getting all cuddly, so..."

He could cry. She was doing this for him? Even though she always says that she hates acting like young kids in puppy love. He kisses her forehead, combing his fingers through her hair leisurely. "No complaints from me, baby. But I gotta say, touchy-feely isn't exactly your love language."

"But it is yours," she insists, still on this thing about easing the stresses of his day. "And I know you like, uh, boyfriend-y stuff like this."

She's always been reluctant to really use that word. And he's never pushed her, happy to be her work-husband, even with their relationship rather private from their coworkers. He doesn't have to be her boyfriend to know that she's his. And he is most definitely hers, mind-body-and-soul.

Gil touches the tip of his nose to hers before kissing her. It's soft, in the way they don't have time for in the middle of the work day. "You know you're the best, right?"

It appeals to the ego in her - the Doctor ego - and she grins, pleased with herself. "Well, it never hurts to hear it again."

"You're," another kiss, "the", another, "best."

Thena practically purrs in his arms, getting nice and comfy in his lap as he lavishes her with attention. She can act tough and independent all she likes, he knows she's not above a nice cuddle every now and then. And he wasn't the only one who had a long day at work.

"So, is this really all because you thought I had a rough day?"

"Well," Thena pauses.

He nudges her, pressing his lips to her temple.

She snuggles a little more into his chest. "I saw you watching that couple in the waiting room being all gross together. You seemed a little - I don't know - envious."

He chuckles again. She wouldn't have said anything on her own, but she is the type who would notice him noticing something like that and think about what to do about it on her own. "So, you're letting me feel like a real boyfriend, tonight?"

Her sheepishness returns and even a little colour in her perfect cheeks. "You're already my husband. But if you want to be my boyfriend, too-"

He gets impatient and kisses her in the middle of her sweet little declaration. He can't resist, he just loves this woman so much. It really helps drown out the long work day, the relentless pace of it, the merciless nature of both their jobs.

"See?" she laughs between kisses. "You love this sappy stuff!"

"Guilty," he admits completely. "Good thing I have such a sappy girlfriend."

"Sappy?!"

He pouts his lips and makes his best puppy eyes at her, "just for me?"

His girlfriend is a real sucker for this face, and it doesn't take her long to crumble before it, "fine. Just for you, and just here, and just sometimes."

"Okay fine," he smiles, burying his nose in her hair. They honestly might not get to the food until it's a little cold, at this rate, but he's fine with that. He inhales, feeling the slight weight of her against his chest and stomach and the curve of her ribs against arm.

"So," Thena also sighs, relishing his warmth, "you wanna eat this dinner I ordered, or what?"

"In a minute, hon," he mumbles. He's not really lying down, but he might just fall asleep like this anyway.

#Thenamesh Doctor AU #just two idiots in love #in domestic bliss as it were #Gil needs the treatment sometimes too #Thena doesn't consider herself good at spoiling him #and she doesn't let him spoil her either #at least not consciously #because if she did he would be showering her with petnames and gifts and flowers all the time #but she can tell when he needs a little extra lovin'#so she orders food so he doesn't have to cook #and puts on romcoms or comedy movies he'll like #and lets him cuddle her #if he's really feelin' it she lets him lie on top of her and get a scalp massage from her #puts him right to sleep

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