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sunnyrosewritesstuff · 11 months

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ok.. bagginshield: bodyguard au, bilbo is a paramedic, and has amnesia. PLease i'm BEGGING

Sandy. My dude. I told you I had an idea for this but it became SUCH A BIG THING!! 😮‍💨😍 So I hope you can forgive the late due date with almost 3K of Bagginshield...where I couldn't use Thorin's name! 🤣 So without further ado...

Pairing: Bagginshield

Warning: Blood/Gore-ish

Words: 2638

“Back again, Mr. Baggins?”

Bilbo whirled around to see the nurse at the desk smiling sympathetically at him. It honestly only made Bilbo feel more pathetic as he played with the stems of the flowers he carried. Three days ago, he had done everything he could to help keep a John Doe alive in the back of his ambulance, and still he couldn’t get the comatose patient out of his mind. His cousin, Siggy, was right. He needed help. Or at the very least a vacation.

“You caught me.” He laughed nervously. “No one’s claimed him yet, have they?”

She shook her head sadly. “No, but he did wake up last night briefly! Dr. Greyham is very optimistic about his recovery.”

That was great news. Bilbo certainly hadn’t held much hope when they found him. Bloodied and beaten in an alleyway, responding to a good samaritan call hours after what they presumed to be a mugging. His pulse had been too low, and with the severity of the head wound, Bilbo had been afraid they wouldn’t find much brain activity. If he was in fact waking up though, it did make Bilbo’s visits a bit more awkward.

“Go on in.” The nurse encouraged. “He may appreciate having someone to talk things out with.”

Bilbo nodded and thanked her as he worked up the courage to enter. His relief was palpable when he saw that the man was still asleep. Just as he had been, Bilbo set his flowers in the vase next to his bed before taking a seat in the visitor’s chair. The man had gorgeous dark hair that was starting to get oily at this point. Bilbo knew he had been subjected to sponge baths for sterilization, but Bilbo mourned the lack of bathing for him. Luckily, they hadn’t had to cut much of his locks when they were stitching his head back together, but there would be a noticeable balding on the right side underneath all of the bandages. Bilbo hoped the man wasn’t too vain about his appearances to pitch a fit at that. Certainly Bilbo has treated plenty who were. The ‘saving their lives’ part falling secondary almost immediately.

Bilbo finally heaved a sigh and pulled his bag of knitting equipment off his shoulder as he settled in for his usual monologue. The first time he had done this, he had felt quite silly and was afraid that the man would wake up at any time to tell him off. However, he has come to find it almost therapeutic, talking to someone who can only listen.

“Well, Mr. Oakenshield. Not much to add on today. I finally got the last of those stubborn weeds out of my vegetable planter. Only I fear they will just return in a few days. With the rain we’ve been having lately, I wouldn’t expect anything less. You might be pleased to know that Detective Inspector Bard is looking into your case, but has yet to come up with any definite answers to who hurt you. Well, maybe he has. It’s not like I’m privy to police investigations after all. And well, let’s just look at your chart here…oh this is promising!

Dr. Greyham says that you are showing massive improvement. If you can ever finally pull away from this nasty coma, you shouldn’t expect any lasting damage. That’s quite lucky. Just last week my partner and I responded to a man who had gotten himself crushed under an air conditioning unit and…well I’ll spare you the gory details. Let’s just say that he won’t quite have the motor functions he used to.

I can imagine this is very good news to you. I’m mean, I’d hate to assume, but I’d imagine you enjoy spending time at the gym. After all, nobody your age looks like…that is to say you’re very…oh what the hell, you’re probably about the fittest person I know Mr. Oakenshield. Of course, even though Theo and Hamfast and Siggy all think that’s why I keep coming to visit you, it’s not. You see I’d quite hate for anyone to wake up alone after an ordeal like yours. I’d do it for…any John Doe you see, but I must admit there is something about you that I’m quite…AHH!”

Bilbo jumped out of his chair, dropping his knitting on the bed, as he backed up with a hand over his heart. The man blinked his drowsy, but confused bright blue eyes at Bilbo as if trying to make sense of him.

“I’m so…so terribly sorry.” Bilbo explained breathlessly. “This must all be rather confusing. Let me introduce myself. I’m Bilbo Baggins, I’m the paramedic who worked on you after we found you in that alley.”

“Alley?” The man repeated roughly as if the word were foreign to him.

“Um, yes. Let me just call your doctor real quick.”

Bilbo moved to press the ‘assistance’ button above the man’s head, when his hand snaked out to grab Bilbo’s arm. He felt himself gasp, both at the speed of the reflex and the tightness of his grip. No loss of motor skills, that was for certain. The man mumbled something to him, but it was in a completely different language. Bilbo felt his heart sink. He hadn’t accounted for this. The man was a tourist? That might explain why no one had come for him yet. The only problem was Bilbo was quite sure he didn’t speak whatever language the man was muttering in as it wasn’t Westron and certainly not Sindrian.

“I don’t…understand.” He breathed slowly. “Can you…understand me?”

The man furrowed his brows together before he slowly nodded his head. That was good! He was bilingual at least. Bilbo thought it was best to start with the basics.

“Can you tell me your name?”

The man opened his mouth only to close it and open it once more. After that, a look of horror crossed his face, and Bilbo’s attention was grabbed by the spiking heart monitor.

“No, no! It’s okay.” Bilbo rushed. “This is totally common for an injury like yours.”

Instincts took over, and Bilbo grabbed his hand in comfort as he slowly tilted his chin towards him looking for signs of a concussion. His pupils were certainly dilated and when Bilbo asked him to follow his finger around, it definitely seemed conclusive. Concussions and short term amnesia would be common with this type of injury.

“We’re going to start slow. You don’t remember your name right now, and that’s okay. What do you remember?”

The man took a deep breath as his eyes turned towards the ceiling. Before he could say a word though, there was a knock at the door. It didn’t seem unusual until Bilbo’s gaze fell upon the dry erase board next to the door. The John Doe wasn’t due for check-up for another hour, and Bilbo’s finger never made it to the assist button. Bilbo got up cautiously when his arm was grabbed again, but this time the man’s eyes were wide with panic.

“I remember someone was trying to kill me.”

Cold seeped into Bilbo’s chest as his heart thumped along to the adrenaline surging through him. Bilbo barely had a chance to say anything when the door was forced open. After that, it was like a scene from an action movie. Bilbo was thrown over to the other side of the bed as gunshots rang through the room. Cutting through the mattress that had previously been occupied. Bilbo instinctively covered his head, screaming over the noise, managing to wrench his eyes open just enough to check on the other man. What he saw, stunned him to silence.

The man was calculated, calm, and seemed to be running off pure muscle memory as his eyes remained wild and afraid. When the gunfire stopped for a moment, the man leapt into action. Taking one of Bilbo’s knitting needles, he shoved it through the throat of the assailant reloading his pistol, using him as a human shield against the second one as he barreled into him. Using his own gun to shoot him in the head. In seconds, Bilbo had gone from thinking he was certainly going to die, to staring at two gruesomely murdered bodies. The man certainly wasn’t done there. He poked his head out into the hallway only to curse and close and lock the door. He looked through the pockets of the dead men on the floor for another clip that he loaded into the gun in his hand with an ease that made Bilbo realize he was dealing with some sort of professional.

“Clothes.” He barked.

Bilbo raised his hands above his head slowly. “C-Clothes?” He repeated.

The man growled before pulling at his hospital gown with impatience.

“My clothes?”

Bilbo pointed at the cabinet behind him. As soon as the man spun around, Bilbo made a mad dash for the door. Before he could reach it, he was pushed up against the wall and held there by the deranged man.

“There are three more out in the hallway ready to kill the first thing that comes through that door. Do you want that to be you?”

Bilbo shook his head rapidly.

“Then help me get out of here.”

“Who are you?” Bilbo gasped after he was released.

The man had his back turned to him as he stripped down to nothing pulling on his bloodied and torn clothing from days ago.

“I don’t remember.” He grumbled.

“So how do I know I can trust you?”

“Considering the ease I just killed those guys, if I wanted you dead, I would have already done it.”

That was a rather grim, but valid point.

“Let me ask you something. Earlier, when you thought I was still asleep, you called me ‘Oakenshield’. Why?”

Bilbo could feel his mouth go dry at the question before pointing to the pin on the man’s chest. It seemed to be a coat of arms; only one of the symbols on the shield was an acorn. The man looked down at it as well, his face betraying some amusement. However, he didn’t deign commenting on it as he moved towards the pocket door that was shared between rooms.

“Don’t you think they’ll be waiting for you?” Bilbo asked.

“Only one way to find out.” The man explained before opening the door, pushing the heart monitor through it, and immediately closing it.

There was a shout, the sound of feet running towards the room, and more gunshots. The man quickly closed the door again before he or Bilbo could get hit before moving towards the outer door.

“Go! I’ll cover you.”

Bilbo didn’t have to be told twice as he raced for the stairwell hoping to find safety from this nightmare. He felt the bullets whizzing by before he heard them, and was definitely aware of the man returning fire as he followed after him.

“Only three!?” Bilbo complained throwing himself down the stairs.

“So maybe four!”

They went down a floor, but rather than keep going, the man shoved them into the door for the ER. It was utter chaos as doctors and nurses were trying to secure and placate patients and guests alike.

“This way.” The man urged, pushing Bilbo through the throng of people trying to get out.

They found a break room and shoved their way inside.

“Are we just going to wait here until the police get here?” Bilbo asked hopefully.

He could tell from the stern look he received that was not going to be the case. So what Bilbo was learning was this man had assassin level skills and didn’t trust the police. The situation he found himself in was looking bleaker by the second.

“Paramedic? Right?” The man questioned holding out a jacket with the hospital’s logo on it.

Bilbo had a sneaking suspicion the plan the man had was going to get him in a heap of trouble. Sure enough, seconds later found him pushing a gurney through ER to the doors on the other side.

“Sir! Just where do you think you’re going?” Bilbo was stopped by a frantic nurse.

Bilbo flashed his ID.

“Ma’am, this is a comatose patient of Dr. Greyham that can’t be off life support for more than twenty minutes. I’m supposed to get him in a bus and to Tuckborough Medical ASAP. Doctor’s orders.”

She hesitated before nodding, going as far as to call in the ambulance for him. Bilbo was going to have to remember how much he owed the staff at Hobbiton General another time. As soon as Bilbo had the man loaded up, he pulled away the sheet and climbed into the passenger seat next to Bilbo.

“Okay, you gun wielding, knitting needle stabbing manic! I have done everything you asked. I’m most likely going to lose my job for this if they don’t see fit to throw me behind bars. So you better have something you can give me or I’m pulling over at the next police precinct.”

The man grimaced. “I told you. I. Don’t. Remember. I just know they are the bad guys. And they want me dead.”

Bilbo gave a little sarcastic laugh and head tilt. “Oh, great.”

“There is one more thing.”

Bilbo slowly looked over at the man as much as he could without crashing the ambulance.

“It only started to kick in when you called me ‘Oakenshield’, but I was…protecting something…or someone.”

“That’s…vague.” Bilbo complained.

“But this…” The man sighed with impatience before pointing towards the pin on his chest. “Is the clue. It’s the coat of arms for the royal family of Erebor.”

“Erebor?! Like halfway across the world Erebor?”

“Really? Halfway across the world? Where exactly am I?”

Bilbo drew in a shaky breath starting to finally hit the point of ‘too much’. It’s funny. One would think that moment was…oh, about fifteen minutes ago with all the shooting. The other man seemed to realize it as well.

“Look, I’m sorry. You’ve been very kind to me and if you want me to…walk away, I wouldn’t blame you. I just feel like if I’m able to retrace my steps, I’ll find out what was so important it was literally worth dying over.”

“This isn’t a spy movie. You could just be patient and let the healing naturally take over.” Bilbo suggested with a huff.

“Judging by our friends back there, I don’t think I have that kind of time.”

Bilbo looked over at the man one more time. That lost look that has been in his eyes since the moment he woke up was still there. And despite everything he’s seen, everything he’s experienced that should have him running for the hills, Bilbo really wanted to believe him. And help him if he could.

“Alright.” He sighed. “I’ll show you the alley where I picked you up. But after that, I’m done. And if I get picked up and questioned by the cops, I’m telling them the truth!”

“Fair enough.” The man shrugged. “But could you do me one more favor?”

Bilbo raised an eyebrow.

“Could you stitch this bullet wound in my side?”

Bilbo cursed at the red staining the man’s dark shirt as he pulled over to the side of the road.

“I expect to be billed for all the times I have to play ‘personal physician’ because I can’t imagine this being the last time.” He complained.

The man let out a roaring laugh that had Bilbo’s cheeks warming all the way to the tips of his ears. This was very not good. It was bad enough when he had a crush on his comatose patient. He had no idea how to handle falling for this bodyguard/assassin/psychopath. Jury was certainly still out on which one he may turn out to be.

#modern may #the hobbit #bagginshield #sunny's drabbles #amnesia au #yes yes i know this could be a full fic #DON'T REMIND ME #I MIGHT START TO WANT IT

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cybersunnie · 28 days

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a self-indulgent steve drabble because i'm feeling sleepy and lonely

Hearts opened, clothes scattered on his bedroom floor, bodies bared.

Steve had spent the last few minutes looking at you with his thumb brushing over your cheek and fingers splayed along your jaw. Soft snores escaped your parted lips, your cheek smushed against the pillow, and your legs tangled with his under the sheets. The morning sun peeked through his blinds, streaks of gold hitting your skin and making you look more ethereal than you already were. You were utter perfection, a masterpiece hidden in plain sight. Something only those who were worthy could lay their eyes upon.

He didn't think he could fall more in love with you, but he was falling. With every second spent in your presence, he fell deeper and deeper, and he hoped he would never find a way out.

Before he could steal a kiss, you stirred awake, brows pinching together. You forced an eye open, vision clearing, only to be greeted with Steve smiling at you like a lovesick fool—nothing but sweet adoration.

“Creep,” was all you said before your eyes slipped shut.

He hummed, unfazed, and pressed his lips to your hairline. “Morning to you, too.”

#steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington drabble #stranger things #and happy easter to those who celebrate!!!#✶ — sunnie writes st!#✶ — steve harrington

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cottonlemonade · 1 month

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Jealous At Training Camp

request: medium green apple lemonade with a slice of ginger for Kuroo

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Kuroo sat with Kenma and Bokuto at a table somewhere in the middle where the Nekoma captain had a good view of the barbecue. You, their trusty manager, had taken over the task of grilling the meats and much to his dismay, it gave the onslaught of boys ample opportunity to talk to you, joke around or pretend to be helpful. It was the same at every single training camp. Your full figure and bright smile drew the boys to you like overly hormonal moths to an unsuspecting, adorable flame. Kuroo scowled when he saw you laugh as you handed Yaku a plate heavily laden with steaks.

"Now, what does she see in him?", he asked the others, both making it a point not to answer, "Is it because he is shorter than me?"

"Yeah, that'll be it.", Kenma said, not taking his eyes off the console in his hand.

"Looks like your plan backfired.”, Bokuto patted his friend’s back in deep manly sympathy, “Maybe she thinks you actually just want to be friends."

"Well, that would suck.", Kuroo’s shoulders deflated a little but he straightened himself again when you looked over and he gave a small wave.

"Not gonna lie, it’s getting pretty pathetic.”, the youngest of the trio frowned, finally looking up, “And I’m saying this because I don’t want to be your decoy anymore. Confess to her and leave me out of this. No more “Kenma wanted to ask which movies you like” or “Kenma was wondering if you’re feeling better after your cold”. Seriously, at this point she might think I’m into her.”

“Yeah, and then you really don’t have a chance.”, Bokuto winked at Kuroo between massive mouthfuls of meat.

"Oh, and you know what else sucks? Listening to you whine about how you can't catch a break with a girl who is obviously into you. Make. Your. Move. Or suffer in silence." And with that Kenma went back to his game. Kuroo looked at Bokuto, jaw dropped at his setter’s outburst. As much as the suffering in silence option enticed him, Kenma was right. With an enthusiastic nod from the Fukurodani captain for courage, Kuroo swallowed, stood up and walked over to you.

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✨ @pineapplesneedrights ✨ thanks for your request and sweet message ^^ hope you like it!

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part 2

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sunandflame · 5 months

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So, I have it in my head that Kyojuro’s nipples are really sensitive (and if he doesn’t have much experience then I don’t think he would know that), but I think someone could get him real hot and bothered just by playing with them (and fuck it is so hot when big strong guys like their titties played with, amiright??)

🥹🙏🏼 could please have a drabble of someone figuring that out? Maybe both him and whoever’s getting their paws under his shirt figuring it out together? Sitting in his lap and teasing him for however long —light, tiny little pinches that make him squirm and whimper, warm, swirling circles with your fingertips that make his jaw drop open, fluttering nudges and flicks that make his hips buck under you. Anything you do to them gets a reaction, could do it for hours, but five minutes of it and he’s a wiggly, panting mess, but he doesn’t want you to stop so you try putting one in your mouth and—- 😈🥵

Dear anon baby, you are so fucking right. This is indeed very hot. When I saw this I KNEW this was way too good to dismiss this delicious idea. I am just so sorry for answering this so late. I hope you are still around and I hope you enjoy it!

Weak Spot

Warnings: suggestive, nipple play, nipple teasing, dry humping, smut

Word Count: 701

Pairing: Kyojuro x Reader

crossposted on AO3

You were sitting on your favorite place in this whole world and that was your boyfriend's lap. You liked how his muscular and big thighs felt under your thighs. In the beginning of your relationship you were so self conscious, not sure if your weight crushed him, but Kyojuro assured you that you weighed nothing for him. After you made sure that he was not lying to make you feel better for your weight, you started to sit more often on his lap as this was a way to be as close as possible.

It was winter and you started to feel cold, searching for some heat that you knew that your boyfriend would provide. Your mind was absent when your hand wandered under his shirt, laying your hand on his chest and stroking his skin.

A little gasp was to be heard and you lifted your head to see into your boyfriend's eyes who was starting to blush.

“Kyojuro honey, are you okay?” Curious you furrowed your eyebrows

“Hm, yes yes. It’s nothing!”

“If you say so…”

You thought nothing of it and placed your head on his shoulder again and continued your stroking. Your fingers accidentally brushed his nipples and then you heard it again. That little sweet gasp of his. Can it be…? Now your hands slid over his chest not involuntarily but carefully, brushing against his nipple until you heard him holding back a whimper. Oh he is sensitive there… A mischievous idea came into your mind and your fingers were now circling around his nipple to tease him lightly.

“My flame…” His voice was strained, as he was trying to gain his last self control, his face completely red. “Please…”

“Please what…?” Your fingers didn’t stop drawing circles around his nipple until you decided to give them a very slight flick. That caused him to buck his hip under you. He realized what he had just done and his face turned into a scarlet tone, embarrassed over his own reaction.

You undid his shirt and revealed those sweet manly titties that you were keen to explore now. You continued to stroke them with your fingers. And his jaw actually fell open when you were fluttering nudges and started to flick his nipples. The bulge of his, under your lap, was pushing against your ass and thigh. His skin was too hot and you decided that he needed a cool off by your mouth.

You drawed out your tongue, licking first his chest before you finally got to your desired target. You heard him whimper as he wiggled under you but did nothing to push you away. He enjoyed this far too much even if you overstimulated him.

Kyojuro was truly a mess. It was the first time he experienced those things and he was not sure how further he could go. His skin was tingling and feeling hot. His pants were incredibly tight and he worried that his zipper wouldn’t hold his dick anymore if you continued to play with his chest like this. Things didn't get any better when you started to dry hump him, causing more friction. That’s it. It was impossible to hold back his moan. He grabbed tightly on your waist as he tried to stop your hips from moving.

His strength was remarkable and something that had always turned you on, but this did not stop you from continuing your play with his nipples. So you went further, licked and bit his chest, eliciting all those sweet moans and whimpers from him, while his hands bruised your waist. You did not mind at that point. You would wear those love marks with pride.

You did a quick cat lick. It felt so deliciously warm after all that preparation you had done. So beautiful red and puckered. You sunk your teeth into his nipple and that was the moment where he came undone, trembling as he gasped for air. You felt how his cock was twitching under you and a wet spot forming on his pants. A satisfied smile was on your lips as you gave him a kiss on his lips.

“I guess we found out your weak spot, my love.”

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blughxreader · 2 years

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CW: AFAB reader. Pregnancy kink.

Hello, Darling!

Meet your new yandere boyfriend, Sunny.

Sunny is the head of a new religion! He gives lessons to thousands of people across the globe through online lectures, and is becoming more prevalent in main-stream news. He's passionate, family-oriented, and very mild-mannered!

He truly believes he's doing the world a favor, so you've found yourself a very selfless man.

With Sunny, you'll never feel left out. He values a domestic life above all else, so every fun event, every "couple milestone," every sermon, he wants you by his side.

His love language is words. He'll sit and talk with you for hours, asking you every question you'll let him and listening to your response like it was coming God's mouth itself.

He's in such awe for you that he sometimes can't keep it to himself. You should take his bouts of mania as a compliment, because you've managed to drive this well-collected man to a love-stricken hysteria!

♡ ♡ ♡

Sunny is a delusional yandere.

He has periods of lucidity, where he understands why you're not returning his love, and periods of oblivion. In both states, though, he expects you to at least greet him with a smile!

If you find yourself in trouble with him, expect to be bound and gagged, confined in small spaces, and forced to choose between impossible options. He doesn't like admitting this, but having absolute control over you and your body is the greatest feeling!

His favorite punishment of all is locking you in a coffin-sized box and shoving it under his bed each night. Falling asleep to your muffled cries and knowing you'll come crawling to him for forgiveness in the morning always makes him sleep well!

A note about him: despite being the head of a cult, he doesn't like sharing!! Until he's sure Stockholm Syndrome has fully set in, the cult members won't even know what you look like.

To get on Sunny's good side, play the part of a doting spouse! He'll shower you in gifts, praise, and attention, so do the same.

And if you really, really, want him to be at your beck and call, start a family with him! From day one, Sunny will make it known he wants to see you pregnant. You'd be smart to be skeptical of him during sex, but he won't do anything nefarious if you insist you're not ready!

(Until the years tick by and his patience runs thin... But you have a long time to prepare for that!)

♡ ♡ ♡

"Don't cry, Darling. I'll be here the whole time."

"It feels like we were made for each other. Can't you feel it, too?"

"You're stunning. You're so stunning. I wish I could keep you tied up like this forever."

"Please let me put a baby inside of you."

"Why are you by yourself? Are you sad? Come here, baby."

"Hush... I'll forgive you soon. Loosen your muscles—that's right."

♡ ♡ ♡

Sunny worships you. He might take some liberties with your punishments, but he does it because you drive him insane. He's yours, body and soul.

♡ ♡ ♡

Will you date him?

[ YES / NO ]

Visit the Other Yandere masterlist for more content!

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ilsole · 7 months

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Stupidly in Love

A flourish of ribbons fly in the air as a certain jester lays out a nifty little fabric square upon fresh grass, a clearing within a great field, the forest behind, sun in the sky, birds singing their little theatre songs.

Fool gave a synthetic breath in, before turning to his companion.

Misuta glared up at the bright skies above, before he himself turned to Fool, a slight look of confusion coming to his face.

"When you asked if we could go out together, I wasn't expecting... this."

Fool gave the man a cheshire smile.

"Why not? A beautiful day to spend with someone I hold so nice and dear to the heart?"

Misuta sat down in a huff, but Fool had noticed those flushed cheeks immediately.

"... It... is nice today, you're right."

"As I am so often~"

Fool deftly landed on his behind beside Misuta, twirling his baton in his limber hands before settling it down upon the blanket beneath.

Today, there'll be no sun nor moon, just him and the heart stealer beside him.

Oh yes...

"What's in the basket? We can't eat..."

Misuta asks a very promising question, responded to with a curved eye smile.

"Oh, my sweet man~ I'm very glad you asked!"

Fool reaches out, lugging the basket closer before popping the lid up, exposing its treasures like a trove untold.

"Books-?"

"I know how much you love reading, so, I may have sneaked a few books from our little Sweetling~"

A leer was sent the fool's way.

"You stole from them."

'Not unlike how you stole my heart', Fool was so close to saying the words on his very lips, yet he refrained, it was too soon.

"No, no, this fool would never go so low. My... what do you take me for?"

Fool had leant back, a hand to his chest in mock offense, yet he peeked open an eye to view Misuta as silence ringed between them.

Crossed arms met him, a single raised eyebrow with the most unamused expression greeted him in return.

"A thief."

"You hurt me."

"Good."

To anyone else, it'd be rude, but the two shared a coupling laughter.

Misuta would reach into the basket, pulling out the top book.

'The Lion, The Witch, and the Wardrobe'

Misuta hummed in thought, sitting back on a palm as he flipped open the hardcover entertainment, eyes already starting to flitter over the words and read.

Fool picked up his own book, yet he knew he wouldn't be reading, for his attention was taken by another, just as intriguing, thing.

Minutes passed, a comfortable silence settling between the two, one reading, the other attempting.

Fool took in no information, his gaze glancing up to the source of his warmth and love that had spiraled way out of his control.

He wanted to reach out, hold Misuta close to him and never let go, yet there was something holding him back, he wasn't sure...

"Fool...?"

Misuta was looking up at him, why was he so close suddenly? Fool shifted an arm, realizing exactly what was going on.

In his little daydream, he had indeed gotten closer to Misuta, their bodies touching, and Fool's arm had wrapped around Misuta's back, fingers a breath away from his waist.

Fool brought his mismatch up, meeting Misuta's own fuchsia.

"I-I..."

For once, Fool was speechless, his smile drooping at the corners as a flood of nerves was thrust upon him, he's sure he'd be sweating if he could.

He was frozen in place, staring, fake heart pounding with real love, one he felt when around the man in his arms, and the precious Sweetling.

Time stilled as the two stayed in their places, like deer under a scope, they were too nervous to move.

Until Misuta's eyes flicked down.

Fool took that as a sign.

He leant in, lips pressing to Misuta's so softly, he'd have melted, and felt like he would when the pressure was returned soon enough.

Fool's book fell to his lap as he brought a hand up to caress Misuta's face, a small order to stay where he was, yet neither of them wanted to pull away, not even for a second.

They caressed each other, eyes closed as they laid in their shared embrace, an arm tightening around a waist, pulled closer.

Until, they parted, while they had no breath to lose, they still wanted to see one another.

Eyes opened, and their love filled eyes met once more, a deeper understanding now felt within the two.

"Cariad… I… Rwy'n dy garu di…"

Misuta blinked at the foreign words before a soft laugh escaped his lips, and he presses another kiss to Fool's own.

"私も愛しているよ."

A mutual agreement of love, Fool almost couldn't believe it.

He wrapped his other arm around Misuta, hoisting the man upon his awaiting lap, making sure Misuta couldn't escape his grasp now that he was finally his.

"Oh… thank the very Heavens…"

Fool whispered into Misuta's neck, a sigh escaping the man as arms wrapped around his neck.

"Fool…"

"Mm… already with the pet names?"

Misuta rolled his eyes, though his amusement was as clear as the very sky they were under.

"Idiot."

"So mean to me…~ How could you be so rude to your boyfriend~"

They both stilled at that, realization dawning on each of their faces. Boyfriend.

They… are together.

They're in love.

A fluffy hood buried itself into Fool's chest, a heat being felt through Fool's flowy shirt.

"バカ…バカ…バカ…バカ…"

Fool laughed his sweet bird song laugh, his arms bringing Misuta closer to him even still, offering comfort to the flustered man.

"Mm… your stupid."

Stupidly in love.

For @venomous-qwille's gorgeous au Ghost in the Machien that hosts the best characters I've seen written in fiction and have my heart in a death grip <3

#sunny writings #sunny drabbles #misool #mysool #gitm au #qwille-la-qwille #misuta moon #fool eclipse #i'mnot fucking normal about them #iveb never been normal #i lvove #GAY #ROIOTS #RAAAA

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plant-acts · 5 months

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Fit never minded playing bodyguard for Sunny.

It made him smile to see her run around happy, thinking she had the world in her hands; and with the way Tubbo cared for her, he might try to give it.

He had created things once only imaginable, just for his little girl.

The island was relatively safe, and her dad would fight tooth and nail for her. So, being the bodyguard was more of a joke.

Then the sky shifted to red, and Tubbo wasn't there anymore.

No one was there for Sunny. Most of her parents were stuck on Egg Island and Charlie was missing. So, no one else but Fit was around to hold the sobbing girl as she screamed for her dad.

Fit never minded playing bodyguard for Sunny, but this isn't pretend anymore.

#qsmp tubbo #q!tubbo #qsmp fitmc #q!fitmc #qsmp sunnysideup #qsmp sunny #q!sunnysideup #q!sunny #qsmp charlie slimecicle #q!charlie #qsmp purgatory #Plants drabbles #Plants qsmp drabbles

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haloberry · 5 months

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I’m just imagining like a Future Au, where everyone escapes the island and the Federation gets demolished. Where the eggs get their own jobs titles and Sunny becomes a Movie Star like she always wanted.

Like, she’s sitting in their acting chair when someone is having trouble graphing out the set as a machine malfunctioned and everyone is freaking out bc their already delayed on filming. Sunny, obviously annoyed by this, goes over to see what the fuss is about and sees that the workers calculated wrong.

Their like “An experienced worker would’ve noticed that right away, why didn’t you?” And quickly writes down the correct formula and equation for the positioning and walks away like “A star like me shouldn’t waste their time on something their not payed for. Do your job!” And goes behind set to fix their makeup.

New workers are flabbergasted and older workers yell the new ones for not seeing the problem sooner. A few are gossiping in the corner like, “How did she know that? They’ve never even touched dirt without gloves, how could she have made that calculation so quickly?”

The other turns to them like “You don’t know? Their the daughter of Tubbo and Fred_! The CEO’s of the fastest growing marketplace in the world, Turbo?? Rumor has it, Mr._ has made every single machine the factory uses and is the only one running all of them! The one that broke multiple records in Engineering and revolutionized the Create scape as we know it?? The ways that are being taught in schools?? You would be crazy to think he’s daughter didn’t know something about machines!”

And the new workers are stunned, and get called out by the older workers a bit for judging a book by it’s cover.

Sunny, later on, even drops a line like “Oh yeah, Pa wanted me to run the company after he retires. Hated building though, so it’s going to my cousin Rámon instead.”

#qsmp #qsmp tubbo #qsmp sunnysideup #qsmp sunny #qsmp drabble #frubbo #lmao leave me be in my daydreams #qsmp au #??? i guess #might put this in my ao3 frubbo drabbles lol

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golden-afternoon · 26 days

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Hi this sucks but idc rn. My entire brain is owned by beloved Kaedehara Kazuha at the moment and I wrote this in a fugue state of oh my god he's coming soon everyone stay calm the banner is coming!! Anyway, enjoy my nonsense and may all you Kazuha wanters be Kazuha havers!!

Warnings - completely unedited brainrot to paper, blood, bloody kisses, what the fuck why are they making out he could die

Knock knock knock.

The soft sound jolts you from your current reading. What? Last you checked you hadn't been expecting any visitors and especially not so late in the evening. Either way, you carefully place the bookmark in the place you had been and set aside the book on the table in favor of heading towards the door.

“One moment!” You call out to whoever was on the other side, undoing the lock before opening the door. “Hello…?”

In the fading purple light of dusk, you freeze in place at the sight of the man at your door. He looks beyond worse for wear with his cherry red eyes half-lidded with exhaustion and his snow white hair loose around his shoulders, looking messy and with more streaks of red than you are used to. His clothes are disheveled and worst of all, the blood on his face running in rivulets down from his nose, mouth and past his hairline. How much of it was his own and how much was from whatever unfortunate soul dared to cross him was unclear, but no matter what it sent alarm bells ringing in your head.

“Kazuha?! What-” You began to speak in worry, hands outstretched to gently reach for him to bring the wounded man inside, but he cuts your words short without a single word of his own.

One step forward and his arms were around you faster than you could process; one hand around your waist to draw you near to him and the other tangled in your hair, cradling the back of your head to keep you in place. Before you knew it, you were tasting iron, the unfamiliar flavor sending a shiver down your spine. Soft lips press to yours in a gentle, yet fervent manner, his whole body seeming to sink against you as he does, leaving you reeling and trying to stabilize you both as his fingers curl tighter into you, clinging to you like you would disappear. You had half a mind to protest, both from his clearly injured state taking priority and from the unfamiliar taste of blood seeping into your mouth, but you couldn't bring yourself to do it. With a sigh, you gave in, kissing back in equal measure, your arms wrapping more gently around him than his hold on you was as you were unsure where and how severely hurt he was. The last thing you'd want would be to make it worse.

As he felt your arms wrap around him, his lips curled up into a smile against your own mouth, the simple action seeming to spur him on. He took another step forward, the action forcing you to stumble back a little. He kept going, silently goading you further into your home without ever once letting up on the intensity of the kiss, even managing to close the door behind you before bringing his hand right back to your waist in an instant.

Your head is spinning, heart racing, struggling to process it all when he deepens the kiss further, sliding his tongue along yours with practiced ease that makes your heart ache with want. Iron spreads across your tongue and for a moment it scares you, but the soft groan he makes as your taste floods his senses is enough to silence any such feelings. And if you were honest with yourself, something about his blood in your mouth was unlocking something deep within you to be dealt with later.

Ever so slowly, and far too soon, Kazuha began to pull away, his tired eyes opening to gaze at you with a small smile, his lips now smeared red as though it were merely red lipstick smudging from the heated kiss. Even in his messy state he looked absolutely ethereal, leaving you unable to tear your eyes away.

His one hand slides from your hair to gently cradle your face in his palm, his gaze slowly lowering to your own lips. In silence, he brushes his thumb along your bottom lip, gently pulling at the soft flesh with interest. You can feel your cheeks burn more as you realize after all that, you were likely covered in it too. As he always does, he notices your unspoken realization and he laughs softly, the sound coming out even more quietly than usual as he lifts his gaze to meet yours once more.

“Come now, don't be shy,” He murmurs, and you can hear the slight rasp in his voice. The wandering samurai pauses to lean close to press a quick, tender little kiss to your stained lips once more, pulling away with the softest of smiles. “I hope you don't mind my sudden appearance like this. It's just that… after storms and trials, I couldn't think of anyone else I'd rather come home to.”

#sunny brainrots #a little bit of sugar #genshin posting #kazuha #kaedehara kazuha #kazuha x reader #if i disappear from the face of the earth its because he didn't come home and i am in Misery #kazuha let me rizz you up so you come home PLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASE #i had another one i was working on before this attacked me but i wont be able to finish it before the banner comes #because yet again sunny learns she struggles to just write drabbles instead of full blown fics lmaoo #come home kazuha #pls babygirl

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ohsunnyboy · 9 months

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steal your night (part 1) | sung hanbin ˚₊‧⁺˖

you never knew you had a boyfriend until sung hanbin eats your tiramisu and steals your heart under the stars of monaco

SERIES: a night in monaco — one, two

TAGS: fake dating, strangers to lovers, business man!hanbin, gn!reader, flirty hanbin and you ehe, meet cute <3, summer vibes

A/N: sorry for the disappearance lmao take my hanbin pining as an apology, and as always, purely self indulgent

WORDS: ~1300

Trouble comes when dessert is served.

Everything considered, it’s horrible timing. Sun setting just so over the Mediterranean, hearty chatter firing all around in all sorts of languages and your wine being warm company on a supposedly lonely night. It makes a perfect set-up as your spoon hovers mid-air as you prepare to dig into some well-deserved tiramisu.

Until someone slides into the very empty seat across from you, slips a crisp black business card across the table to you – it reads 'Sung Hanbin' – and uttering the most insane thing yet: "Love, I'm so sorry for being late!"

What.

You barely get to say anything before he's swooping in for la bise. As you lean in, his expensive cologne lingers like smoke in the air. It's a narrow dodge of your lips, but he swerves and lands a quick kiss to your right cheek and then dares to go for a second on your left. Consider yourself stunned because all you do is watch him pull away and a grin at you with a gorgeous smile.

You want to sit and gape for a second, let yourself breathe, and now with a longer look, let him breathe.

This, Hanbin, has flushed cheeks and is twitchy with how he holds your hand – when did that happen?! – across the table. There's a light sheen of sweat on his skin and not due to the heat, more like he's either embarrassed or nervous about this. He breathes in short, sharp gasps as if he's been running and mouths something to you.

Please play along. His hand still holds yours, and he squeezes just so.

Hanbin turned his head to the right slightly. Stood at a table near the entrance was a woman with a flowy silver dress on and hair pulled into quite a severe bun. Her pointed heels tapping on the spot and her jittery eyes glance over at you two, but quickly look somewhere else when she catches your curious gaze.

“She’s been trying to get me to buy her a meal all day,” he sighs. “Thing is, I even saw her scoping me out yesterday at a bar last night. I was naïve enough to buy her a drink to start some conversation, but she’s taken it as personal permission to stalk me. She clearly hasn’t gotten the memo.” And he squeezes your hand again, this time to comfort himself.

“What about me? What if I turn out to be some crazy that’s out to steal your Amex and claim my fifth husband?”

“You? No way, you have a top shelf wine and a second plate of tiramisu in front of you already. You're doing perfectly fine without my money," Hanbin lists before his gaze turns considering. "Unless... you weren't lying about the husbands.”

You laugh into your wine and eye Hanbin over the rim. "You wouldn’t look too bad in a wedding tux, pretty boy, who knows?”

The long column of Hanbin’s neck is exposed thanks to the open collar of his shirt. Revealing the delicate sun, moon and star on his collar that only keeps you stuck in wonder for longer.

You can only imagine how smooth the skin feels – under your hands and lips – but maybe that’s the wine talking when he sits there fine and handsome against the candlelight. The sunset paints saturated hues against his skin, you can barely see the blush that peeks above his collar thanks to it.

If you friends were here, you know what they’d say about him: trouble, hot and wealthy trouble.

“Eyes up here, love.” Your eyes leap back up to Hanbin’s to only see amusement in them. Getting caught flushes your face with heat but his eyes are dark enough to forget yourself in.

You try to push on, clearing your throat and pulling yourself together. “So, the deal is we act like lovers the rest of the night?” The weight of the word lovers is a syrupy one, overtly sweet and something far from familiar for you but Hanbin only smiles at it.

“Of course, love. Shouldn’t be too hard with someone as sweet as you,” he grins however his eyes still linger on that woman in silver, clearly on edge.

You drum your fingers on the table, the rush of meeting each other melting quickly in the air. Awkward tension is bound to seep in soon and you'll be damned if it does! you're not losing this chance no matter how much trouble this man could be.

A stroke of brilliance brings you to push forward your untouched plate of tiramisu over to him, careful with the spoon balancing precariously on the plate. “What?” you smile at his confused face. “I wasn’t eating it anyway and you need a distraction.” But he just raises his brows like he doesn't believe it.

At his reluctance, you sigh and begin to flag down a waitress.

“Hey! Hey, don’t kick me out please—I’ll eat it!… even pay for it!—” Hanbin flusters even further as you push a finger against his soft lips to shut him up as the waitress arrives.

It’s a beat of silence.

“Two more tiramisus, please.” Hanbin’s laugh of disbelief trails the waitress as she leaves.

What you do find out is that it’s stupidly easy to talk to Hanbin. You tell him why you’re even here in Monaco: about your crazy best friends marrying after years of adventures, about being the responsible one in a group of misfits, about growing up and never quite finding the one unlike how they did. Loneliness is a familiar tale on your tongue, the wine tinging everything you say with bitter honesty you’ve never been able to let out with anyone else.

With Hanbin, you learn about his job as a business consultant: his annoying – but endearing! – juniors Yujin and Gyuvin, how him and Zhang Hao – his other colleague – are out here for strictly business. Until of course, he met you.

“What are your doing out here so alone, anyway?” he probed. He’s so much closer now, having moved his chair to be next to you instead of opposite you. “You’re too pretty to be single but I really hope you are.”

You shrug off the flirting for once and let yourself disappear back into the chair. “Everyone else I know are in relationships so they’re all away on dates across the city. I figured stealing myself away on a self-date would be better than sitting lonely in a hotel room all night.”

He hums, a low and melodic thing. You can feel the heat of him next to you, the weight of his presence and the cut of his cologne all over again. Though nothing prepares you when Hanbin takes your hand in his.

He raises it, gentle and kind, slow and despairing, and presses his lips to your ring finger.

"Well then, may I steal your night?" he asks like a dare. A whisper barely heard but shared between you two.

Eyes far too low and gaze far too heavy for a look between strangers. The implications are clearer than the night sky above. Hanbin's lips linger with a smirk, and you can feel everything in you screaming to look away before you melt into the floor but all you can do is stare.

Trouble. Is what your mind is screaming. It's what you really want after all this pining in silence. Someone to crash into your life and take you with them.

"You don't even know my name."

It comes out like an accusation. Trouble, trouble, trouble. It brings you here and leaves you dizzy, craving for more.

"Why would I need it, love. You'll be saying mine all night.”

The woman is long gone into the night so there's no need for this play-pretend. But trouble looks you in the eyes and you kiss him with a heart that yearns for more.

ahjbsdkh thanks so much for reading <33 i had a lot of fun writing this so a like and reblog would be nice if you enjoyed :] ⭒ masterlist ⭒ part two ->

#or hanbin is irresistible #zerobase1 #sung hanbin #sung hanbin x reader #zb1 #zb1 x reader #kpop #kpop fanfic #fake dating #zb1 imagines #sung hanbin fluff #zb1 drabbles #sunny forecast: reading weather #fanfiction #kpop x reader #sung hanbin fic #zerobase1 fics #zerobaseone

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sunnyrosewritesstuff · 1 year

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“I left you alone for two minutes…” seems like a very Bilbo-esque thing to say.

Sorry I didn't get to this in time for March Madness! But I hope this was worth the wait.

Characters: Pre-Bagginshield, Bilbo & Fili & Kili

Words: 1184

Bilbo had gotten used to being paired with Fili and Kili for nightly chores at this point. He privately called them Thorin’s ‘problem children’ because he felt their leader was resigned to Fili and Kili messing up and if he threw Bilbo into the mix it’s not like it could get any worse. Bilbo resolved himself to try to improve their standing in Thorin’s eyes, especially after the troll incident. It was unfortunate that his forced cohorts did not see it that way.

“I left you alone for two minutes.” He complained.

“Okay, but Uncle Bilbo, look at how cool this is!”

Bilbo rolled his eyes at the moniker before following after Kili as he tried to explain the contraption that Fili was struggling to tie off to the tree.

“You see, Thorin thinks that we’ll come back with a rabbit…maybe a quail if we're lucky. But look! We put some bait right here. It lures them to this spot over here. When there’s enough weight on it, the platform settles into the ground and that’s what releases the basket to fall on top of them!”

“And what are you going to do when you have fifteen to twenty live critters in your basket trap?” Bilbo raised an eyebrow.

“Are you familiar with the phrase ‘shooting fish in a barrel’?” Fili questioned with a grunt as he completed his task.

“Well, yes but I don’t think that’s supposed to be taken literal…you know what? This is one of your least crazy ideas. Well done, lads.”

Both boys immediately beamed, reminding Bilbo of just how young they actually were.

“Just wait til Uncle Thorin sees our bounty.” Kili grinned. “For once not to be subjected to his disapproving frown: I thought I taught you boys better than this.”

Bilbo tried. He really tried not to laugh, but Kili’s attempt to mimic Thorin’s deep timber along with his trademark scowl had him in giggles which only seemed to encourage the both of them.

“No, no! That’s not Thorin. It’s more like: How can I ever trust you to be princes of Erebor if you can’t brood as impressively as me?”

Kili and Bilbo were leaning against each other to hold themselves up as Fili looked off into the distance using his fingers to push his hair back like it was fluttering in the nonexistent wind.

“Wait, wait, wait. I’ve got it!” Bilbo declared, short of breath and trying to school his features. “Master Burglar, perhaps if you had any beard to speak of and your ears weren’t so pointy, you wouldn’t be quite so much of a burden to me.”

Fili and Kili were dead silent, their pallor going stark white in a hurry as their gaze was settled elsewhere. Bilbo frowned.

“What? It was just as good as either of yours. Was it the beard comment? Was that why you didn’t find it funny because you both…well, it’s not to say you don’t have fine beards of your own but…”

“I thought it was funny.”

Bilbo froze, ice shooting straight down his spine as heat rushed to his head making him feel faint. Oh dear. Well, that explains what the boys were looking at now. Very slowly he turned around to see Thorin, of course it was Thorin, standing across the way with his arms crossed, a smirk on his face, but his eyes screaming aggravation as he slowly made his way towards them.

“In fact,” Thorin continued making the three of them wince. “I think it’s hilarious that I leave you the most menial tasks, and even then you somehow find a way to screw it up. Watch the ponies, and you find three mountain trolls. Dig a latrine, and you somehow get Master Baggins stuck in a watery hole.”

“Well, it was more like a natural forming well.” Fili tried to defend.

“SHARZA!” Thorin shouted in return. When none of them looked ready to argue again, he continued. “And now you’ve constructed this monstrosity when all you had to do was…”

“No! Wait! THORIN NOT TH-” Kili tried to warn, but it was too late.

Thorin stepped on the boys’ platform, his weight more than enough to release the basket. They all watched in horror as Thorin looked up, right as the basket fell, and crumpled the dwarf into the ground. No one moved as Thorin lay on the ground, unmoving, halfway under the basket.

“What…did you do to it?” Bilbo asked softly.

“W-We…” Kili squeaked before clearing his throat. “We didn’t want our quarry to escape in the time it took for the basket to fall.”

“So we…weighed it down with rocks.” Fili finished sheepishly.

“Sweet Yavanna.” Bilbo gasped. “You killed him.”

There was half a beat of silence before they ran over to the dwarf, shouting his name, and pulling the basket away from his motionless body. Bilbo cradled his head as he lightly slapped Thorin's cheeks.

“Thorin, it’s time to wake-up. Thorin, are you still with us?”

A groan sounded below them, and Fili, Kili, and Bilbo collectively released a sigh even if Thorin had yet to open his eyes.

“Thank Mahal. I thought we were going to have to crown Fili as king already.” Kili teased. “Erebor would fall before we would even get in it.”

“Oh please. You inheriting the throne is literally Balin’s worst nightmare!” Fili shouted.

Bilbo rolled his eyes and tuned the brothers out at that point as Thorin slowly began to open his dazed blue eyes, a hand going straight to his forehead.

“Thorin? Are you okay?” Bilbo questioned.

The dwarf’s gaze snapped to Bilbo before softening into something that had Bilbo’s breath catching in his throat. That quickly changed into Bilbo nearly choking as Thorin’s hand moved to trace Bilbo’s pointy ear.

“I like them.” Thorin murmured, causing Bilbo’s face to turn into a blazing inferno.

The hobbit quickly cast an irritated glance back at the boys. “Now look at what you did! He’s completely lost his mind.”

“That’s just uninhibited Thorin.” Fili scoffed.

“Why do you think we call you Uncle Bilbo?” Kili smirked.

WHAT?

“Earlier.” Thorin groaned, closing his eyes momentarily in pain. “You made mention to your ears. I’m just saying I like them. And your beardless chin is not that off-putting either.”

“Uh…thank you.” Bilbo admitted softly. “You also…I like your…right, well, let’s get you back to camp in any case. Just to make sure you’re alright.”

With Fili and Kili’s help, Bilbo was able to hoist Thorin back to his feet, his arm lay across Bilbo’s shoulders as he helped the staggering dwarf listening to him praise the curls on Bilbo’s feet, the roundness of his stomach, and the gold in his hair. Bilbo took all the compliments with burning ears and a secret smile. He knew Thorin would be back to normal soon, but he was going to hold his words tightly in his heart, whether spoken earnestly or not. And then he was going to remind Thorin that it was his nephews, not Bilbo who knocked him out in the first place and deserve his ire.

#sunny's drabbles #the hobbit #bilbo #fili #kili #pre-slash bagginshield #set somewhere vaguely between the trolls and the thunder battle

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cybersunnie · 10 days

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this was written in like 5 minutes so please excuse any grammatical/spelling errors!! (yes, another self-indulgent steve drabble)

A minor inconvenience was enough to ruin your entire day. It didn't just go away like it would for other people.

You wished it did, but it didn't.

It left you a mess and consumed everything that made you a functioning human. You didn't know how to deal with it besides locking yourself away in your bedroom and wishing you never existed.

That was until Steve came into your life. Your knight and shining armor, as he liked to call himself.

You and Steve were friends, a label that Robin would scoff and roll her eyes at, but then again, just friends.

He always knew when you were in a little bit of a funk. You were quieter, stuck in your head, replaying whatever was tormenting you on repeat.

"You okay?" Steve asked, his voice soothing to your buzzing ears.

You responded with a shrug, "Yeah, just thinking about stuff."

Without another word, Steve placed his index finger on your forehead and dragged it across, making cutting sounds as he did. Snip, snip snip! Before you could ask what the fuck he was doing, he clicked his tongue, pretending to pop your skull open, and he proceeded to "steal" your brain and seal your head back together with a kiss to the forehead.

Even when he pulled away, the feeling of his lips lingered on your skin.

"There," Steve grinned, brushing away the crease between your brows with his thumb. "Now you can't think."

And that was when you realized you were falling for an idiot—a thoughtful idiot.

#steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington drabble #steve harrington fluff #stranger things #stranger things fic #✶ — sunnie writes st!#✶ — steve harrington

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cottonlemonade · 1 month

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Sunday Morning With Your Husband

request: large peach lemonade with boba for Sugawara Koushi

warnings: mdni, nsfw

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Your husband Koushi loves morning sex but Sundays are his absolute favorite because he can take his time without having to fear the cruel screaming of the alarm clock putting an end to the heavenly dream he was in whenever he entered you. Sundays are when he could let his hands and tongue roam over your body just how he liked and slowly build your climax instead of the rushed quickies during the week. (More than once he got so carried away that both of you ended up being late for work.)

Right now your hands interlace above your head, Koushi barely moves as you exchange open mouthed kisses. Only every once in a while he rolls his hips to push deeper into you, loving how your soft walls clench around him.

This really was the best way to wake up in his entirely biased opinion. Grabbing your pudgy waist he eventually speeds up, his movements becoming stronger and his thrusts rougher. His lips at your ear he moans your name followed by a string of compliments mixed with curses when he feels he is close. He can feel your pussy spasming and once he is sure you are satisfied he pulls out, stroking his glistening cock a few times, cumming on your adorably plump tummy. Spurts of white join the red marks he sucked onto your skin just the night before.

Slumping down into the pillows, neither of you can hold back the exhausted little giggle that always followed your love making.

Koushi brings your fingers to his lips, kisses the tips, your palm, your wrist and lastly the little gold band around your finger. What comes next is probably his second favorite activity on a Sunday morning - showering together.

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✨ @lawlzichat ✨ thank you for your request and hope you enjoyed it!

For requests see here

#sunnys lemonade stand #sugawara x chubby reader #haikyuu x chubby reader #sugawara koushi #sugawara smut #sugawara x reader #sugawara kōshi #haikyuu sugawara #hq sugawara #haikyuu drabbles #chubby reader #haikyuu smut #haikyuu imagines #sugawara imagine

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sunandflame · 7 months

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OMG, saw your message. I'd love a Rengoku x fem!reader first kiss outside his house drabble would be nice. Also a little bit of body exploring as they kiss...wild it out, please. Thank you❤️

Warnings: fluff, suggestive Word Count: 882 Pairing: Kyojuro x Fem!Reader

Sweet Lips

For days you had given him signs, for days you had done what any woman would do, so their beloved one would kiss them. Maintaining eye contact, staring repeatedly onto their lips and so much more. You had done all these things. Giving him all the signals so your boyfriend would initiate the first kiss, but Kyojuro was blind to all of them.

This made you doubt whether your Hashira boyfriend was really that intelligent, but you knew better. Of course he was. He was one of the smartest people you ever met, he was just a little bit dense when it comes to intimacy as it seems. You immediately felt guilty for thinking that way, it was just so frustrating that you needed to sigh.

“My flame, is everything alright? You seem upset.”

Of course he had noticed your exasperated sigh. How could he not? “Oh it’s nothing…” You hung your head and didn’t dare to look at his face. The two of you were on a walk, so it was easier to hide your blushing face. You didn't like lying, but you couldn't tell him the truth either. Suddenly you felt his warm hand around yours. His face was dangerously close to yours.

“What are you hiding from me?” He looked at you with his large and beautiful golden-red eyes that always fascinated you.

“It’s-” nothing. Was it really that? You wanted to be kissed by him so badly that your whole body burned and longed for it. I want you to kiss me! These were the words you wanted to scream, but you couldn't bring it out of your mouth until he came even closer to you. “K-Kyojuro-san…” You looked up at him with a flush on your face and you didn’t know what came over you but you shyly dared to place your lips at the corner of his mouth.

He looked at you with wide eyes and you felt the embarrassment taking over. Oh god, what have you done? What if he didn't want that at all? “Kyojuro, I’m sorry-” But he didn’t let you finish. You didn't know what happened, but suddenly you found yourself pressed against a tree and your face in his hands.

“Will you allow me to kiss you back?”

Without hesitation, you nodded, already closing your eyes. It was gentle at first, just a soft peck, and yet it felt like a blessing. Something like relief that made the butterflies dance in your stomach. He let go and kissed you again and this time a light sigh escaped your lips that stirred something in both of you. It encouraged him to slowly nudge his tongue against yours. A dance of tongues ensued and you felt the heat and desire flaring up and literally making your knees weak.

You clung to him. Your hands sought support on his broad shoulders because his kisses became more demanding and his lips now moved from your lips down to your neck where he placed open mouthed kisses, tasting you. God, that feels so good. Kyojuro seemed to enjoy it too, especially when your hands moved from his shoulders up, reaching into his soft blonde waves.

“Kyojuro~” Your sigh turned into a moan and you heard him respond with a groan. His hands moved impatiently to your lower back where he pressed you against his blazing hot body.

You liked it. And you wanted more.

Eagerly, your hands pulled at the top of his uniform so you could snake your fingers under the shirt, where you placed your hand on his abs and spread your fingers. A slight gasp escaped him but he seemed to enjoy it, so your hands didn't pull away and continued to caress him. It was beguiling to explore him in such a way.

But it wasn't just your hands that wanted to explore. You felt his big hand moving up, cupping your breast.

A few things happened at the same time. A moan escaped his throat as your fingertips brushed his nipple and he automatically squeezed your tit that also made you moan. Gods, you were so wet down there that you were sure you would be leaking into your pants soon.

It was captivating getting closer to each other this way and getting to know each other in such an intimate way and yet-

“Kyo-” You tried to come up with a sensible sentence, but it was hard when he was kissing you so hungrily. “Kyojuro.” Your index finger was on his lips and he looked at you in surprise. His hair was disheveled and his cheeks had a reddish glow. All indicators of his desire for you.

“Did I do something wrong?” His eyes were now wide as he looked at you slightly unsettled. It was just as much the first time for him as it was for you. “No, no, but I think we should stop here or continue somewhere else. Somewhere where we don't risk getting caught.”

You gave him a small smile to reassure him that he did nothing wrong.

“Oh yeah, that would be a problem.” He smiled back, resting his forehead against yours. “We definitely should move it somewhere private. I am itching to find out if you taste this sweet everywhere on your body.”

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