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lazybutsmexy · 1 year
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NOOO NO NO NO TAKE IT BACK APOLOGY W TEARS RN IM SOBBING CRYING DON'T DO THIS TO ME THIS IS A PERSONAL ATTACK(it was delicious, scrumptious wow i love seeing sadness) MAKE IT BETTER OW OW BRING THEM BACK(it was so good i love your writing eating it up yumyumyum) I crave more of them all being platonic (HURT/COMFORT?!??!) plsplspls begging for crumbs in tears ill do anything
Hmmm... I am a slut for hurt/comfort myself...
Task Force + affectionate reader Pt. 3
Pt. 1 Pt. 2
Warnings: HURT/COMFORT, bit of cursing.
The people who smile the most are often the saddest. The people who share the most love often don't feel any towards themselves.
Or: it's your team's turn to show affection
It was one of those days.
One of those days where you didn't have the energy to care about yourself. You were able to keep up with your little routines around base, somehow. But it was dimmed, a matte finish to what was once all shiny and sparkly.
Because it was one of those days.
You always became like this after taking leave for longer than two days. You'd visit your family during that time - or rather, they would come to you as soon as they realized you were at your place downtown and not the barracks - and bombard you with anything they set their minds to.
No matter how grueling your missions were, your family always managed to make you feel even more drained during leave. Their constant demands and mental games, the guilt-tripping and manipulation, always made you feel as if you were walking on eggshells around them.
Tracking down and dismantling human trafficking rings seemed like a walk in the park compared to dealing with them.
You personally tried your best to keep your personal problems away from your work, greeting everyone around you with the same cheery tone, and going about your little routine with the others as usual.
But they had started to notice how your smile didn't reach your eyes, and how you seemed unable to shake off the frown in your brows.
And to avoid unwanted questions that you were too ashamed to answer, you simply chose to distance yourself.
Price shared a look with Ghost, who stood across the room from him, and he shared the same concern in his eyes as they watched you walk into the debrief room
you sat yourself at the back, whereas you'd usually choose to sit in the middle of your team
they immediately knew what was going to happen, you were about to start isolating yourself.
they were having none of that.
Price had always kept a close eye on the family relations of his team members.
it was a security measure, after all, to make sure that not only they weren't targeted by dangerous people, but also to make sure they were no connected in any way to their missions.
but in your case it was different, he monitored your family to make sure they never stayed close to you for too long.
it seemed it hadn't been enough this time, and he saw your haggard state as the consequence of that failure.
he would definitely fix that
he began talking to both Laswell and his superiors to get you one of the smaller houses within base
even though you were unmarried and didn't have any children, he knew it would be impossible for those pesky family members to get close to your home without permission
your parents had managed to talk your landlord into giving them access to your apartment - that would not happen under Price's watch
he would actually blacklist them if he had the chance to do so
he wouldn't let you know he was trying to get you a house, at first - he didn't want you to feel like a burden
but he was not exactly subtle when he began asking what colors you preferred on your walls, if you minded only having a shower head or if you preferred a bathtub, etc
Soap wasn't subtle at all, oh no
boy got you hooked in a one-arm hug for as long as you'd let him
that could be a few minutes or all day long, he didn't mind one bit
endlessly squeezed and smooched on your hairline whenever he caught you lost in thought
definitely the one to (lovingly) manhandle you into a blanket burrito and snuggle you into his lap to watch movies
surprisingly a great cook, he would go all out and cook you whatever your comfort food was
it didn't matter if it was 3 AM
you would be fed, and you could almost taste the love he poured in it
definitely wore a 'kiss the cook' apron to make you giggle and try to get a smooch from you
Gaz is the king of self care
you would not let your skincare/hair routine go under his watch
he would do it for you if you didn't have the energy to do so
he would just sit you on the toilet and he'd take care of all the steps of your skincare routine
if he didn't have all the steps memorized, he definitely had a bulletpoint list of specific instructions to guide himself
same with your hair - trust this man with your hair, you won't regret it, ever
this man had magic hands for scalp massages fight me if you disagree
if you aren't comfortable being nude in front of him, he would simply put a chair in front of the sink like a makeshift hair wash basin and work like that
if you were comfortable being nude in front of him, he would make it into a full-body wash
after working with your hair, he would scrub your body down
every now and then he would massage your tired muscles while telling you how much he appreciated you as both his teammate and his friend
after shower cuddles were a must
you would very likely doze off in his arms while he held you impossibly close to him
Ghost didn't see himself as a person capable of comforting others
but all doubts flew through the window the moment he saw your downcast gaze and a tired hunch of your shoulders
at this point in time, you had become about 80% of the team's moral incentive
of course he knew it was quite unfair to dump all of that on you, he supposed you would have your down days too
but you were part of a team, and no one fought alone - be it terrorist organizations or their own inner demons
he would work alongside Price to get you a new living place
any person trying to ask you stupid and/or unwanted questions would find themselves at the other end of one of his famous death glares
or at the aim of his fist
when you approached him to pat him on the shoulder like always, pretending that everything was all right, he placed his own hand on your shoulder
he looked into your eyes and spoke to you with such sincerity that you were shaken to the core
"...You know that you are just as deserving of love as everyone else, right?"
moments later, you were clutching his middle, with your face buried in his chest while he hugged you tightly
he didn't mind that his shirt felt a little wetter with your tears
he focused on stroking your hair and rubbing your back, while glaring at anyone who dared to look at you questioningly
he would let you hug him until your arms fell off if that's what you needed
more cuddles!!
...he wouldn't mind it too much either if Soap and Gaz joined in a cuddle pile - he pretended to be annoyed, but he thought it felt nice
imagine how much nicer it would feel for you :)
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delirious-donna · 1 year
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Okay but like,,, thirsting over kento who probably has a daddy kink…. Thoughts?
Nanami - Daddy
He does, oh fuck, he really really does.
It’s not something he needs nor wishes to hear every time the two of you are intimate but there are those instances where you simply know it’s on his mind before even he does. His thrusts are rougher, his grip on your hips bruising and his jaw set in a harsh line. With a furrowed brow your fingers smooth over the lines, angling his face to meet your blissed out expression and whispering the words he hadn’t known he needed to hear.
“Fuck… daddy! ‘m gonna cum!”
Before you know it, your legs are no longer wound around his waist, instead you’re folded in half with his weight bearing down on the backs of your thighs and your ankles are by your ears. A sinful hiss in your ear, teeth scraping the shell and the orgasm that was impending washes over you with an almighty crash.
Kento fucks you through it, barely slowing his pace as the wet pap of his thighs against your ass increases, your arousal wetting both your groin and his, and you know he’s lost to that primal desire that sleeps like a dragon in its lair.
“Daddy’s perfect girl, taking me so well. Let daddy fill you up just like you deserve.”
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nicoline1998enilocin · 6 months
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Omg i have a question for you!
List your top three fics writers that i can follow, or list more if you know more.
Thanks in advance!
Hi sweet Nonnie! Thank you for this sweet ask, I can't wait to recommend some of my fellow writers! This will be a combination of my friends as well as people who's work I admire, so it's a nice mix 🩵
This list is in no particular order, it's just the order in which people came to mind 😉
@mrsbuckybarnes1917
@buckys-wintersoldier
@cevansbaby-dove
@ozwriterchick
@imyourbratzdoll
@theeleggymeggy
@jobean12-blog
@navybrat817
@otpcutie
@sarah-writes-stucky
@multiversefanfics
@lives-in-midgard
@stargazingfangirl18
@rogerswifesblog
@rogersideup
@babyhatesreality
@katherineswritingsblog
@broodybuck
@levans44
@samodivaa
@jamneuromain
@cosmicbucky
@jtargaryen18
@sergeantbarnessdoll
@sebastianstanisahotmf
@marvelouslizzie
@darsynia
@holylulusworld
@writing-for-marvel
@rookthorne
@i-have-a-wonky-eye-too
@avengersfantasies
@antiquarianfics
@angelbaby-fics
@witchywithwhiskey
@luxeavenger
@myfictionaldreams
@sinner-as-saint
@angrythingstarlight
@buckyalpine
@kinanabinks
If you think anyone should be added to this list, please feel free to reblog or tag them in the comments! 🩵
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lilacevans · 3 months
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soft!drunk!ari gives me
✨butterflies✨
i don’t have any thing thots cause he makes my brain empty
he’s so gentle, so warm, smiley; just so happy. his hands running all over you as he holds you close to his chest, your legs planted either side of his thighs after being scooped up from the carpet. getting you to taste the whisky on his tongue, shot-gunning smoke past your parted lips. hand heavy on the back of your neck as his other hand grips your hip, guiding your hips down against his cock
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unstablerk800 · 8 months
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Nines, I heard Gavin was looking for you
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"Gavin is never looking for me", Nines replied stiffly. "He's glad when I'm not near him. Yesterday, for instance, he said get lost 49 times."
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tightjeansjavi · 8 months
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I got to ask Javier peña or Joel Miller?
this is such an evil thing to ask of me nonnie 😭
Listen I love Javi…but Joel is my baby. He is my honeybunch, sugarplum Pumpy-umpy-umpkin, he’s my sweetie pie he’s my cuppycake Gumdrop, snoogums-boogums
You get the picture 🤪
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Especially when he’s a mass murderer of both man and pussy <3
Mass murder…who is also a peepaw that likes to take nappies
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randomgurl2326 · 7 months
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your recent sanji fic "Welcome To Th- Oh Shit" is soooo good, you wrote it so well. I hope they get a happy ending 😔
Thank you so much beloved anon. Don’t worry😉 they’ll get there happy ending💚💜
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fushiguroshotwife · 7 months
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Are you and @ashleyishotfr real irl roommates though?.. I'm confused.
Hey nonnie ! <3
yes we are roommates if I didn't already make that clear, and it's no problem at all sweetie haha
I love her so much and she has become one of my closest friends! only recently I found she had a Tumblr account and we talk there when we're far from each other like if she's at a store or something, most of the time she's at our apartment though.
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rstarsims3 · 8 months
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Not only is the CC you create always great, but your sims, both male and female, are total snacks.
😍 🥰 Thank you for liking my CC and sims!!! My total snack sims, lol. This is soooo how I'm going to call them from now on! 😄
Maybe I'll post some more photoshoots -outside CC previews, that is- with them in the future. And some details about them...Thank you for giving me the impulse to (possibly) get my sims out there more!😁
Have a great day & happy simming!
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voxmortuus · 9 months
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why the fuck do you write about rape.. that isnt something to be glorified. do you want a medal because you refuse to write about minors? go to fucking hell you pathetic incel.
Dear Butthurt Nonnie.
Did it ever cross your mind that writing about it is a way some survivors cope? Or perhaps that writing about it is a way to help others? Or did you even stop to think that it's just a piece of FANFUCKINFICTION? Did it ever cross your mind that you could just keep scrolling instead of wasting a few moments of your time to send an ask on anon nonetheless to send hate where you could have just kept scrolling? Did you ever think to just go about your day instead of sending this? I'm not ashamed of being a dark fic writer nor will I stop being one.
Writing about minors is kinda common among most fic writers but okay... Sure I'll take the medal why not right?
And go to hell? Oh lovie... There's a special place for me there, I even have my own parking pass and season pass to the water park down there not to mention the whipping house. But thanks for calling me a pathetic incel. That's a new one.
Next time instead of wasting both our time... Move along... I'm not going to sit here and feel bad about what I write because YOU are butthurt. Move along. If you're going to bother me you may as well bother the others who write it too.
Have a genuinely good day Nonnie. Sounds like you need it.
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akioatturasluvr · 2 months
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Give me 10 songs you like and 12 songs you hate!
Okk!!
1. Good loyal thots
2. Wet dreams
3. H.Y.C.Y.BH
4. Perception check
5. Eyes don't lie
6. Fine
7. Mr. Take ya b*tch x i must apologise
8. What you want!
9. Trash magic - sped up
10. Me and your mama
Hate:
1. Heathens
2. Heather
3. If I killed someone for you
4. Break my stride
5. Sorry
6. Don't go yet
7. Shake it off
8. Chandelier
9. Take your place
10. Crybaby
11. Girls like me don't cry
12. Thriller (💀)
Lol sorry if I did it worng
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lazybutsmexy · 1 year
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I don't really have an idea in my mind rn. But i do want to request ( if you dont mind ) protective König or jealousy König either of them are interesting for me
And just wanted to say that all of ur works are amazing !! *chef kiss*
( ignore my grammar, I'm quite bad at english TT )
Hello love!! I'm so happy you liked my writings hehe and don't worry about your English, it's completely fine 🫶♥️
Jealous König drabble
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Jealous König is a rarity. In fact, it's a "blink and you miss it" sort of reaction. That is because he doesn't show off how it bothers him when you laugh at other men's jokes or don't immediately shrug someone off when they lay a hand on your shoulder. Unless he notices that you're uncomfortable - which he never misses, by the way - he won't act on it.
In his mind, he has no control over who you think is funny or who you let touch your body. He trusts you, with his whole body, mind and heart, and respects your integrity as a person, a strong individual, a partner. It doesn't mean he can't feel jealous, but it slowly simmers in his body as he tries not to let it show.
He knows that jealousy comes from a place of insecurity, of seeing himself as not enough to fill your needs. Another source of insecurity is that nasty bug in the back of his head telling him how you would replace him at the drop of a hat for someone more capable of filling those needs.
Jealousy to König means insecurity, anger, greed. He always wants to be a better man for you, and that means getting ahold of his emotions and keep them down, lest he does something that - God forbids - hurts you.
He is quiet in general, as a default setting, especially in large gatherings. And his eyes always search for and find your figure no matter the situation. So you don't instantly notice that his blood is slowly boiling in the inside at the mere thought of another man shooting his shot with you. For the past ten minutes, König has been looking for any clue in your body language that indicated that this private was making you uncomfortable, just so he could stomp over to you and scare the shit out of him away.
You feel his stare, so you turn to him and smile sweetly before you notice that his eyes don't crinkle at the edges like he usually does as a response. The man next to you - you already forgot his name, that's how unimportant he is to you - continues talking about some of his accomplishments back in highschool, but you tune out his voice in order to study König a little more.
His posture is rigid, his arms crossed over his chest and his breathing slow. Even from across the bar where the party is happening, you can feel a threatening aura emanating from him, as if you're watching a hungry tiger ready to pounce.
Usually, your blood fills with endorphins when you notice König staring at you, as that tends to be an indicator that he wants you. But this is a different stare, and fills your blood with ice. König emanates anger.
After being so intimate with König for a few months, you have learned to pick apart the clues in his behaviour. And right now, you want to kick yourself in the face for not noticing sooner. The man next to you - who you considered no more than background noise at this point - could end up bedridden for who knows how long if you didn't do something quick.
You look again at him and interrupt him with a smile, making sure that König could read your lips from where he was: "nice to meet you, uh," you quickly glance at his tag, "private Lang, but I'm going to join my boyfriend now." The private just stared owlishly at you as you got up and left some bills on the counter, before turning and walking towards König of all people.
Konig himself felt a mixture of different emotions: pride that you called him your boyfriend, relief because you preferred him over that dude, annoyance that it took you so long to leave that guy behind, and utter giddiness over being called your boyfriend in such a public setting. (He would swallow the last one down and leave it for a talk later).
He also got up and opened the door for you, indicating that he was more than ready to finally have you all to himself, and you took a deep breath, mentally preparing yourself for the long night of atonement you had in front of you.
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delirious-donna · 1 year
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I think Nanami would have thing for scents, like he'll be outside and the wind will carry scent of specific flowers and he is instantly reminded of you. You'll be away for work maybe and he'll put your sweater up to his nose (101% will be hugging your pillow to sleep, it still smells of you and shampoo you use). ALSO coming home after overtime one day, hugging you and smelling his body wash on you, he always loved to give you his clothes to wear but something about the body wash drives him crazy
Oh this is some really sweet imagery anon, and I definitely agree.
It’s a comfort thing at its core. The scent of you ingrained in his mind, almost able to conjure it without you even around and it soothes him in moments of stress. Kento hates being parted from you during the working day, but when that extends to nights apart as well, he’s really not a happy bunny. He tends to sleep on your side of the bed on those occasions, his nose buried in your pillow and wrapped in sheets where your scent lingers the most. Whilst he continues to miss you with all his heart, at least he can find sleep when you’re gone.
As for when he smells his body wash on your skin… oh, that’s special and Kento will bury his nose in the sweet crook of your neck and along the curve of your shoulder. The rumble of satisfaction from deep in his chest sounding like the purring of a big cat, the comparison not far off being accurate as he practically rubs against you, scent-marking you with his cheek. He can smell you beneath the layer of body wash, the aroma of your unique scent hiding behind the musk of his own and he takes his time to strip you off the scent that you’ve placed on your skin.
Kissing and licking over your bare flesh, rolling with you the sheets where your combined scent mingle in a happy coexistence. Marking you as his whilst losing himself in your essence, consuming your honeyed slick and nosing at your pert clit filled with blood.
“You smell divine, my beloved, let me bathe in your scent and preserve it in my mind forever.”
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nicoline1998enilocin · 2 months
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Who are your five favourite people on Tumblr?
This is like asking me to choose who my favorite child is, Nonnie! Here are some of my favorites people on Tumblr, but they are listed in no particular order! 💙
@ccbsrmsf1 @cevansbaby-dove @late-to-the-party-81 @jamneuromain @little-angel-oc 💙
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lilacevans · 3 months
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would have thought you would have the first chapter written before teasing anything. you got us all hyped up for nothing. i don’t think anyone was expecting to wait this long and now some of us are interested anymore and you’ll lose more the longer you take. just food for thought.
are— are you taking the piss?
genuine question…
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arabellamonkey · 2 years
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All Steve knows is that if Tony jokingly swoons at his shoulders/arms/whatever one more time he’s going to catch and dip him for real and then where will they be, huh??
I mean YES EXACTLY THIS!!! Tony growing used to complimenting Steve and enjoying his small reactions without realizing Steve can end up doing something in response to it... YESSS I LIVE FOR THOSE LITTLE THINGS !!! These little situations give me life istg ❤️❤️
You had me thinking about this the whole day omg so i couldn't not write a drabble about it 🤭
Thanks for the inspo, Nonnie! <3
Lots of bark a bit of bite
also on ao3
Steve came from a time where physical contact was scarce and flirting was always discreet to say the least, and suddenly he found himself facing Tony —a man he knew has dated other men in the past— constantly making remarks about his body.
At first, Steve was honestly confused, baffled even, at the easyness with which Tony made such comments: "You should definitely train more; that sweaty look fits you" was one of the first, back in the first days of the Avengers, when Steve and the rest of the team had just moved to the Tower; when everyone was trying to find their place in such a huge building. Tony had made that comment off-mindedly as they shared breakfast after Steve had returned from his morning run.
As if he were talking about the weather and not flirting with Steve.
It surprised him, yes, but he was able to overlook it quite easily. Or so he told himself.
Until Tony had made yet another one of his comments.
This time they had been sparring in the gym, and Steve had just won a small fight with Tony and was just standing there, chest heaving and sweat dripping off every centimeter of his skin, looking at his teammate rest in the floor. Then, Tony had drawn a sly smile and asked with a husky voice, "what, aren't you going to help me up?"
Steve hadn’t thought much more about it, offering him a hand only to have Tony reach for his biceps, clinging to it as an excuse while he got up. Once he was standing up, he palmed Steve's shoulder and said, "these are really something else, hm?"
This time, even Steve was aware of how quickly he flushed. Hell, everyone in the room was aware, with Clint chuckling behind them and Nat giving them a knowing look. Meanwhile, Tony just walked out, as if nothing had happened.
Steve wasn't able to overlook it any longer.
From then on, every single small comment Tony made about him managed to heat up his face and send chills down his spine —the good kind.
Tony only seemed to enjoy it more and more as time went on, getting that sufficient smile of his in his lips every single time, as he took in Steve's flush, Steve's stuttering, Steve's intense gaze.
He grew so used to taking in Steve's passive reactions, he didn't see it coming when they stopped being passive.
A few months later, just after a specially hard battle, Steve ended up with a few scratches to his suit, revealing more skin than he was confortable with. By the time they boarded the Quinjet, all his wounds had healed, leaving only the holes in his suit to show for the battle.
Tony's eyes, as it couldn't be other way, had automatically roamed around his chest as an he hummed an appreciative hum and said, "well, that's a good prize after a battle. Seems like even a bad day can have a good ending, huh?"
There was a pause after Tony's words, one where every single gaze was focused on him, awaiting for the flush to appear, for him to stutter something as he always did when Tony said those things.
This time, though, his voice was leveled as he fixed his gaze on Tony's and arched an eyebrow, whispering in a husky voice, "you sure got a lot of bark for someone that doesn’t actually act after, don’t you, Stark?”
Steve believed he hear a gasp from the other side of the Quinjet, but it was drowned under the roaring sound of his blood blazing through his veins as Tony looked at him with a level gaze, assessing the situation, before resting a hand on Steve’s chest.
Then, with a flutter of his eyelashes, Tony asked in a husked voice, “tell me, do you want to get bitten, Cap?”
“I sure wouldn’t complain,” Steve answered even before he had actually processed the question; it caught his by surprise just as much as it surprised Tony.
Tony, who was suddenly looking at him with wide open eyes and a mouth that felt like a magnet for his eyes. Lips that were red after how much Tony had bitten them.
When he kissed Tony, he was able to taste the blood against his tongue.
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