#you bet it's spoon feeding time

[show-your-fangs]

omg omg omg can I pls request hotch genuinely being the most clueless, dumb-and-in-love individual?

Basically the team has to point it out to him for him to see how soft he is for reader and how differently he treats them 💗😩 he’s in love, your honour 🤭

i love our stupid man in love, he's so cute i can't.

this is part two of this blurb from my moments au

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x f!Reader

Words: 1.7k

CW: nothing, just fluff.

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He didn’t ask you out that night. Neither Morgan or Rossi won the bet, the unfortunate draw making them only want to try harder to win over the other.

That had been a week ago, the pool only growing as more agents got in on it and it had somehow gotten out of hand really quickly. Penelope had been tasked with keeping track of the bets, but it was becoming increasingly difficult to keep her mouth shut about it, especially when she was around you. 

The team had left for a case earlier in the week which meant you were spending a lot of time with her. From helping with research, running point from the office, making calls and setting up permits, warrants, everything and anything they needed, you were practically tied at the hip as per usual when the team was away. The only problem? Penelope Garcia could not keep a secret to save her life, and the more time she spent with you, the more she almost slipped and told you what was going on.

You had closed the case earlier that night after five days of grueling work. You were exhausted, more so emotionally than physically, so you’d invited Penelope to dinner as way to celebrate the little victory. But what had started as a simple night out had quickly turned wild as the waiter had taken a liking to her and kept the cocktails coming throughout your entire meal. You were on dessert, a forgettable chocolate lava cake with ice cream when she finally slipped.

“I just think it’s so silly,” she giggled in between sips of her drink and scoops of dessert. 

“What’s silly?” you egged her on, whatever this secret was had eluded you for the entire week and you just needed to know. 

“How much Hotch likes you,” her cheeks flushed pink but her brain didn’t realize what’d she’d admitted to yet, allowing her to continue. “The team has a bet going on when he’s going to ask you out and everything.” 

“Huh,” you mused. “That is silly.”

That’s when her brain snapped, dread and realization washing over her all at once. Her eyes widened, her spoon fell from her hand and onto the plate. 

“Oh my gosh, do you not like Hotch back? I could’ve sworn— I am mortified! Forget I told you, please I am begging you—”

You reached over and placed your hand over hers, gently soothing her out of her panic as a mischievous smile curled on your lips. 

“Can you get me on the board, Pen?”

Apparently they were all convinced it wasn’t happening for a while. They had decided to overcorrect their previous assumptions, placing bets that were days if not weeks in the future. Penelope had added you to the bet list that same night, promising to keep the secret until the next morning. 

You knew the clock was ticking, knew that once you started the countdown, you had no business losing your courage. It was now or never, and the reminder that soon the rest of the team would be shuffling into the bullpen to start their day, that they’d know someone else had made a risky bet — it only got your adrenaline pumping even more. 

You poured his coffee as you watched him enter the office, gaze on his phone, powerful and confident strides leading him towards his office. He turned and waved from the top of the stairs once he finally noticed you, a small smile on his lips. You smiled back, your cheeks reddening slightly as you finished getting your own coffee in order, the pale tan a contrast to his straight black. 

You made your way to his office a minute after he’d settled, placing his cup on his desk and taking a seat across from him. This had been your routine for months now, you’d bring him his coffee in the morning and the two of you would fill each other in on your lives. 

Aaron had been dealing with his divorce, the guilt of having to split Jack’s time between him and his mom, the added stress of finding a new place and moving, of finding himself alone when he’d been used to always having someone to come home to after a tough case. And you? You had just started going to therapy after he’d encouraged you to. It had been a rocky adjustment to the job, and you were glad that you could confide in him as your boss but also as your friend. 

“Thank you,” he mumbled, pulling out the case files he’d taken back home the night before. 

You shot him a look, the look, and he couldn’t help but sigh deeply. You weren’t angry, you were simply disappointed, and he knew that. It had been hard, harder now that he had to force himself back out there if he wanted to actually have a life. But even after months of this new normal, the idea of dating made him even more exhausted than he’d like to admit. 

Because while Morgan or Emily thrived meeting new people, Aaron had met Haley in high school. He’d been with one woman his entire life, one woman for more than twenty years. He was rusty to say the least, the insecurity of it only growing the more he refused to take the leap, the more he refused to feel his feelings, the more he fell in love with you. 

“Haley had Jack last night—” he started but you were quick to interrupt him. 

“That’s a terrible excuse,” you chided. “There’s a million things you could’ve done instead.”

“Oh yeah?” the mischief was back in his eyes, making you gulp visibly. “What did you do last night?”

Your mouth opened in mock annoyance, he couldn’t possibly know—

“For your information, sir,” you mocked. “I went out with Penelope last night.” 

Whatever glimmer of hope Aaron had cultivated to tease you about taking work back home was extinguished in a second. He sat back in his chair, inaudibly admitting defeat. 

“Maybe that’s what you need too,” you started, your heart racing once more. His eyebrows shot up and you could tell his blood had also gotten to his head. “Ask someone out, go on a date, get laid.”

That caught him off guard completely. If he had been sipping on his coffee he would’ve choked, made an even bigger fool of himself. But instead his cheeks just reddened, his ears quickly following suit, a detail he knew you knew about him as you’d pointed it out many times in the past.

But you didn’t today, you didn’t say anything about his reaction but he was too hot to notice it right away.

“It’s what I have to do too, honestly,” you shrugged, faux confidence somehow allowing you to not combust right then and there. 

“Do you now?” he managed through gritted teeth, the idea of you dating something that he made sure never to think about because it always led him down a dark path of rage and an ungodly desire to ravage you to the point where you belonged to him and no one else. 

“Yeah,” you drawled on, almost sighing dramatically. That’s when he caught on, when his brain finally reconnected to his body and his heart only sped up even more. “But I don’t know…I’m not really into any of the guys Penelope or Emily have tried to set me up with, they’re not really my type.”

God, this was not actually happening. “What is your type?”

“Crime fighting single dads who adore their kids and participate in triathlons for fun,” there was no misinterpreting it now. 

“Would you like to have dinner with me tonight?” the words flew out of his mouth before either of you could register them. 

A bright smile took over your lips, your eyes sparkling with happiness. A shy smile slowly started to turn adorably embarrassed on his, his gaze tentatively raising to meet yours, eyebrows raised almost pleading, his eyes round and hopeful. 

“I would love to,” you said and he graced you with the most beautiful full smile you’d ever seen from him. It was unrestricted, genuine, life giving. 

“Great,” he cleared his throat as the clock struck eight, the reality of the world outside of your little office bubble a reminder of where you were. “I’ll pick you up at eight.”

“Can’t wait,” you reassured him, standing up with your own untouched coffee mug and making your way downstairs. “Oh, and it’s my treat. Trust me.”

You were gone before he could argue, but you knew that he couldn’t stop smiling, the warmth radiating from him was enough for you know it deep in your bones.

“Babygirl,” Morgan asked aloud, holding up the list of bets that Penelope had left on his desk earlier as the blonde returned to the bullpen from her office. “What’s this?”

He tapped on the bet you’d written down, the other agents gathering to inspect the new addition.  

“Proof of my victory, Derek,” you said cockily as Penelope handed you the envelope full of cash. 

The entire team turned to you, eyes wide and anger slowly boiling. But none of them let it out, instead they all looked impressed, they respected the move, the hustle, the boldness. Morgan scoffed in proud defeat as he held out his fist for you to bump, and you did, excitedly.  

It had finally happened, the start of something that had been brewing for months, and you couldn’t be happier. While the girls walked up to you to get all the details you shot Aaron a cheeky glance as Penelope filled Emily and JJ in on your conversation the night before, and for the first time ever, Aaron allowed himself to meet your glance, unashamed to be caught staring at you. 

i've been smiling like an idiot all day

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[1-ker0sene-1]

❤️❤️ah, I didn't want to dump requests into your inbox in case it came off as "cater more to ME" but if you do take requests.. I've been struggling with serious fatigue and migraines lately (Dr and I have no idea what's causing it) so I've had a hard time dragging myself out of bed and taking care of myself. Which of the cod boys do you think would find ways to help? I think Simon would be gentle but absolute in his caretaking. I bet he would hold me upright in the shower, whereas Gaz would share a bubble bath and order takeout :')

{I hope you get some answers soon anon! And don't be worried about sending requests! I love getting them ♥️}

Personally, I think each of the 141 would have similar yet subtly different approaches.

Price

John is a worrier. Always has been. The man exudes stress when it comes to the ones he loves, especially when they're in pain. He'll bundle you up in some blankets, carry you to the couch and turn down the lights. Letting you rest comfortably.

Without taking his eyes off you, he's probably in the kitchen talking to your doctor on the phone. He wants to know how to help you, not having answers frustrates him.

The rest of the time is about you. He'll get you some migraine medication. He's definitely making you eat a lot of fruit because he read somewhere it helps with headaches. He doesn't want to toss you around, just trying to keep you comfortable.

He also will not tolerate if you feel guilty about being so exhausted.

"You just don't feel good love.. don't you worry about a thing. Just let me take care of you. It's what you deserve."

Gaz

Kyle, dear Lord, will take such good care of you. Like it's second nature. From the moment you wake up, you're held close in his arms. As soon as you stir in pain he'll ask what's going on, pressing kisses to your skin.

You're gonna be pampered the entire day. The room is only lit by some candles, he'll carry you from bed to a warm bath. Stripping down and joining you as well. You won't have to lift a finger, not that he'll let you anyways- definitely not an excuse to wash and play with your hair.

He'll wave you off anytime you say that you feel like you're burdening him.

"You know I like takin' care of you anyways"

He might leave to go get you medicine real quick, probably sits in the tea aisle as well- trying to find something that helps with migraines.

Soap

Johnny, the sweet bastard, kinda takes this to have a lazy day with you. If anyone, he's the one ordering take out with you. Arms wrapped around your waist, kissing on your stomach and snuggling into you.

"my poor wee lass.."

Cooing and doting after you. You aren't getting up even if you want to. He's pulling you right back in bed, whining to not over exert yourself.

"You tell me what you need hen."

And you somewhat have to, he doesn't really know exactly what to do. But he'll do anything you ask of him. Get your medication, get you some water, practically spoon feeds you. Opens the windows to get you some fresh air. If you're cold, well he's right there to warm you up.

Ghost

Simon is more of a watch dog. At your side constantly. If you want up and around, he won't stop you. But the moment you look too exhausted, or wince from your migraine? You're getting scooped up and taken back to bed. He just wants what's best for you.

Anon is right about the shower. He'll hold you up against him, lips pressed to your forehead. Supporting you against his body, mumbling sweet words into your skin as he washes you up. Swaying the both of you slightly together with a deep rumbling hum.

"I'm right here doll.. I'm not leaving ya.."

He mutters. Simon can sometimes be a hard ass, even in your relationship. But when you're hurting like this? He can't have a mean bone in his body. Every little thing you do, you're getting so much praise for it. He knows how tired you are, you're doing so well.

#cod x reader #disabled reader #call of duty x reader #cod mw x reader #simon riley x reader #john price x reader #johnny mactavish x reader #kyle garrick x reader #141 x reader

[kairiscorner]

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ HOW THE JJK BOYS WOULD TAKE CARE OF YOU WHILE SICK.

yuuta okkotsu.

✦ this boy would definitely be all fussy over you, not in the overbearing kind of way, but rather, in an 'i care about you and want you to get better' kind of way, if it makes any sense.

✦ he constantly checks in on you, and even when you insist for him not to come close to you out of fear you'd infect him or snap at him because of your body feeling so out of it, he'd smile and tell you that it's okay, h doesn't mind getting sick if it's all to help you get better.

✦ idk about y'all, but i have the feeling this boy is a good cook. he would make sure to cook you something nutritious, warm, and filling so you wouldn't be so hungry and you can sweat to feel cooler; he's kind of motherly at times, and that's what makes you even more appreciative of him.

toge inumaki.

✦ he is the type to worry about you quite a lot when he doesn't see you, he'd sometimes pace around your room when no one's there and wonder if he should go inside or not because he really wants to know how you're doing.

✦ when he goes inside, he checks your temperature with the back of his hand, offers you water, gets your medicines at the right time, offers you more blankets, some socks if you need them, opens or closes the window and lights at your command; he'll do the whole nine yards for you to feel comfortable, even with the discomfort of being sick.

✦ inumaki, even without saying anything, would sit next to your bed and watch over you, make sure to do anything for you if you needed it, or just be there for you if you'd like. he doesn't like the idea of you having to do so much when you're already sick, so he does everything he can to help you so you can get better.

yuuji itadori.

✦ he's the type that when you're trying to sleep while you're sick, he'd tuck you in, give you a soft, blowing kiss, close the lights, tiptoe out of your room, take all precautions to close the door as quiet as a mouse, and tell everyone who walks by not to be so loud because you're trying to sleep.

✦ when you're awake and stuck in bed, yuuji asks you if you wanna watch a movie to pass the time, or read some comics or manga so as not to feel bored. he hates not being able to do anything, and he thinks you might feel the same way, being cooped up in your room, so he invites you in doing simple activities together in your room.

✦ i think yuuji wouldn't mind you asking him for a hug or a forehead kiss even when you're sick, he gets what it's like being touch starved, it isn't a good feeling for him, so even if he might get sick, he still hugs you with arms wide open and squeezes you a little, making sure you get your needed dose of love and affection.

megumi fushiguro.

✦ he might come off as cold and uncaring, but every time he knocks on your door and peeks in, he cares ten, maybe a hundred, times more than you'd originally think he does. he always comes by with vitamins, explaining to you how they'll boost your immune system, along with some fruits he knows you like; he even peels and chops them up for you!

✦ he can scold you sometimes when you're not resting, going on your phone when you need to rest, not taking your meds on time, but he's only doing this because he cares for you so, so much and wants to see you better and healthy again.

✦ he'd also be a great cook, i believe; being adopted by gojo at an early age taught him how to rely on himself and do household chores on his own, so i bet he'd make you your favorite meals, turn them healthier, and, at your request... spoon feed you. he insists he does this just so he can make sure you've really eaten, but the blush on his face says otherwise, he enjoys seeing you beam and smile when he spoon feeds you.

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[corroded-hellfire]

OMG Wait for thé As You Wish baby Eliza idea fics I was thinking about something like this: https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZTRTyDcC5/

All of the Munson family is on the floor lined up and cooing at baby Eliza to crawl/walk towards one of them to see who she favors more.

Eliza Munson is now an obsession of mine. I love her almost as much as Eddie does. @munson-blurbs and I had so much fun (as we always do together) writing this and having the little Munson family get weird and have fun 🩷

Words: 1.2k

[As You Wish masterlist]

“Come on, Eliza,” Luke says with a sigh. He pulls out the chair next to her highchair and plops down in it. “Why won’t she just eat it?”

“Would you want to eat strained peas?” Ryan asks, brandishing the label on the baby food jar at his little brother. “It probably tastes worse than normal peas.”

Luke hops up and dips his pinky into the jar. He sticks it in his mouth and immediately pulls it right back out. His face scrunches up in repulsion and he makes a gagging sound. “Yep. Definitely worse.”

“Don’t make that face in front of her!” Ryan chides. “She’ll never want to eat it!”

But the little giggles from the highchair have both boys turning to look at their sister. Her big eyes are focused on Luke as he makes his face of disgust. 

“You think that’s funny, huh?” Luke says, leaning in towards the nine-month-old. “You like when I make silly faces?” He puckers his lips together like a fish, which has Eliza giggling even harder. “You love me so much, don’t you?” Luke swore he’d never cave in and use the baby-talk voice that everyone else uses with his sister, but that didn’t last very long. Now he uses it almost every time he talks to her. 

“All right, Eliza,” Ryan says, bringing a small spoonful of the unappetizing green baby food up towards her lips. “You gonna have some food now? Have some yummy lunch?”

“Don’t lie to her,” Luke says, making Ryan roll his eyes. 

“Don’t listen to him,” Ryan tells the baby. “Gonna open up? Yeah, there you go.” Eliza holds her tiny mouth open long enough for Ryan to feed her the peas. Eliza makes a face at the unpleasant taste on her tongue and smacks her lips together a few times, but she doesn’t spit it out. 

“Yes!” Ryan cheers. “I did it! I got her to eat her vegetables.”

“Well, yeah,” Luke says with a scoff. “Because I made her laugh.”

“She laughs at anything. The other day, I unzipped my coat and she laughed so hard that she farted,” Ryan retorts, bringing another small spoonful of peas to his sister’s lips. 

Luke pouts, sticking his tongue out at Ryan. “You’re just jealous because I’m obviously her favorite.”

“Ha! In your dreams.”

“Wanna bet?”

That’s how you and Eddie find your three children sprawled out on the family room floor. Luke and Ryan are on one side, and Eliza’s on the other. 

“C’mon! Come over here!” Ryan calls out, motioning the baby towards him. “You can do it, Eliza!”

“Do I even wanna know what you two are up to?” Eddie asks, smirking at the boys. 

“Trying to see which one of us is her favorite,” Luke casually replies, as though this is a normal occurrence. 

“Ah, well, at least you’re not training her for some sort of horse racing thing with babies,” Eddie laughs, scratching at the stubble on his chin. “Anyway, don’t worry about who her favorite is.”

“She loves us equally,” you remind them with a patient smile. 

But Eddie rolls his eyes playfully. “Uh, no. I was gonna say that they don’t need to worry about it because I’m clearly the favorite.”

“Ha!” you bark out. “Remember whose body housed her for nine months and produced food for her. I literally gave her life. Therefore, I should be the favorite.”

“You should be,” Eddie says, a glimmer of mischief dancing in his eyes, “however, you’ve neglected to account for the fact that she’s a total daddy’s girl.”

Ryan’s next to speak up. “Well, I’m the one who named her. If you left it up to Luke, we’d be calling her Squidward.”

“Only if she was a boy!” Luke protests. “Besides, I make her laugh the most. She knows I’m funny, so I’m her favorite.”

Eddie turns to you. “I think there’s only one way to settle this,” he says with a shrug. 

“I think so,” you agree. Turning towards the boys, you motion for them to scoot down so that you can get down on the floor next to them. Eddie scoops up Eliza from where she’d wandered over towards the toy box in the corner of the room. He straightens the tiny black Metallica shirt she’s wearing and sits her down in the middle of the room. 

“Here we go,” he says, pressing a kiss to her head before coming over to get on the ground next to you. “Okay, on the count of three, everyone start calling for her. Ready? One, two, three.”

“Come on, baby!” you call, making grabby hands for your daughter.

“Eliza! C’mere to Daddy, baby girl!”

“Hey, hey, Eliza!” Luke coos. “Over here!”

“You know you love your big brother Ryan! Come here!”

Eliza stays seated in her spot, her eyes roaming over her four family members, wondering what in the hell they are doing. She’s seen some weird things in her nine months, but never this. 

“Luke, stop making funny faces. You’re distracting her!” Ryan says.

“I’m trying to get her to come over here!” he responds. 

The baby finally pushes herself into a crawling position and starts to move. The four older family members practically hold their breath as they wait to see in what direction she’s headed. Eliza veers to the right, headed towards Eddie. Her father lets out an evil, triumphant laugh and grins as she gets closer. 

“That’s right, baby. Show them Daddy is your favorite.” But then her movements pause, and Eliza begins to head towards her mother.

“Yes!” you say, encouragingly. “That’s my sweet girl!” You shoot a smirk over your shoulder at Eddie. “You were saying?” 

Eliza starts crawling towards you, but Ryan starts drumming his hands against the carpet and that catches her attention. Her course once again changes, and she heads towards her brothers.

“No!” you say. “Don’t betray me! My only daughter!”

“Uh, mine too, ya know,” Eddie says from the other side of you. “Eliza, remember who always sings you to sleep.” He launches into the chorus of “Enter Sandman,” headbanging while the little girl giggles. 

Your heart sinks as Eliza starts towards him, but she immediately stops crawling when she hears the knock at the door and sits back on her diaper-padded bottom. 

“That must be Wayne,” Eddie says. He’d invited him over for dinner, and the older man never turns down an opportunity to see his grandkids. “Come in!” he calls out, not moving from his spot on the floor. 

The doorknob twists as Wayne enters, heavy-footed in steel-toed boots. His gaze is drawn immediately to the five of you on the floor. 

“What on God’s green Earth did I walk into?”

Luke’s the only one not remotely embarrassed. “Trying to see who Eliza loves the most,” he casually explains. 

Before Wayne can formulate a response, the baby does an about-face and crawls directly to him. She sits at his feet, making grabby hands and whining so he’ll pick her up. 

“Huh,” Wayne says with a grin. “Wouldja look at that.  Seems like Miss Eliza chose me!”

The rest of you groan and grumble, erupting into a chorus of not fairs. 

“Does this mean that Grampa Wayne is her favorite?” Luke asks, unable to hide his envy. 

Wayne laughs, tickling his granddaughter’s feet. “C’mon, you didn’t need a competition to know that!”

Eliza claps her hands together clumsily in agreement. 

“The princess has spoken,” Eddie begrudgingly agrees. A glint of mischief flickers across his deep brown eyes as he looks at his uncle. “Unfortunately, the prize is changing her diaper. And, uh, she’s really been into prunes lately, so…” he claps a hand on Wayne’s back. “Congrats!”

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[violet-fluff]

💙 Levi x Sick! Reader

Pulling Through

“We should visit Y/N. It’s been a while.” Petra says sadly.

Gunther frowns. “You know Captain won’t let us. It seems like the better she gets, the more protective he is. Which I understand. It took so long for her to get better so he’s probably paranoid of her getting sick again.”

You caught a bad case of pneumonia, and at one point, the doctors didn’t think you would make it. Fortunately you did pull through and you felt like it was all because of Levi. He took care of you from the beginning. He made sure you took your medicine on the dot, bathed you, fed you and did everything in his will to keep you alive. Now you are in the recovery stage trying to get your strength back.

Petra feels sympathetic for her Captain as she knows how much he loves you. “Hanji told me before that Levi’s mother died due to sickness. It would have been awful if the same happened to Y/N.”

“If what happened to me?”

They all quickly snap their heads to the side and gasp when they see Levi rolling you in a wheelchair into the mess hall.

“Y/N!!” Petra squeals excitedly.

“Well look who decided to finally show up.” Eld jokes lightly as they all walk up to you.

You feel Levi’s hand stiffen on your shoulder as everyone gets closer, so you give his hand a light squeeze to tell him it was ok.

“I begged Levi to let me come out and get some fresh air. I feel better already!” You smile as you take in the sight of your friends who you’ve missed.

They all take in the sight of you as well. Their faces dropping slightly as they notice your thin frame from the weight you’ve lost, as well as your dark sunken eyes against your pale skin.

“Well it’s good to see you out and about.” Oluo announces happily, for once not uttering a sarcastic comment.

Levi grunts. “Ok brats, time to leave my wife alone. She needs to eat.”

You give the team a knowing smile and let Levi wheel you to the table. While you wait for Levi to finish making your soup, you catch up with your friends.

“I’m so glad you’re ok.” Petra croaks out, trying to not cry.

You lean over to hug her. “Don’t cry it’s okay.”

Oluo rolls his eyes. “I’m glad you’re back so now I don’t have to listen to Petra’s girly gossip anymore.”

Gunther snorts a laugh. “It’s weird you say that because from the looks of it, you love the gossip.”

Petra sighs. “Bet you didn’t miss these bozos.”

You laugh. “I miss everything. Time seemed to fly by for me though. I can’t believe I’ve been down for two months now.”

“It was a long two months without one of our favorite captains. Also, there was no one to protect us from Captain Levi’s harsh training.” Eld says.

“It was much needed training.” Levi scolds as he walks back in with a bowl of soup.

Due to muscle pain and weakness, Levi has to hold the bowl for you but you were able to lift the spoon to feed yourself. You were only able to eat half of the bowl before becoming full.

“Please, Love, just eat a few more spoons for me.” Levi begs with a sigh.

Petra has to cover her mouth to stop herself from squealing while the guys look at each other awkwardly as they have never witnessed their captain so lovey-dovey.

After eating a few more spoons to make Levi content, you yawn. “I’m tired. Can you take me back to the room?”

Levi nods and grabs the handles of your wheelchair.

“I’ll see you all tomorrow.” You wave goodbye to your team.

Everyone watches as Levi wheels you away, as well as kissing the top of your head.

Petra watches with love-struck eyes. “I’m so happy for them. I hope I find love like that one day.”

Oluo scoffs and then hurls over as she elbows him in the stomach.

#levi x reader #levi ackerman #levi aot #levi attack on titan #attack on titan #captain levi

[oncomingnight]

Yandere! Best Friend

Hello everyone, I haven't posted in a while so I'm making an attempt at writing as much as I can in result of that. I hope you enjoy and please never hesitate in reaching out to me.

Alessandra has always felt an immensely deep connection towards you, you were simply enchanting. She felt as if she was an English sailor at sea and you were a painfully beautiful siren, luring her to experience nothing but bliss.

She tries her absolute hardest to hide her annoyance when you mention another person when the two of you are hanging out. The most she'll do is mumble an "mhm", but you bet she's rolling her eyes as soon as you turn your back. She can pretend to enjoy the presence of others when you all hang out in a group but she can only do it for so long. Eventually, everyone else will notice her irritation when they take your attention away from her, the smile she once had fading from her face each time.

Can't you see she only wants you? She only needs YOU. She could care less about the apparent need everyone else has to always be socializing and meeting new people, she's got you and that's never going to change.

Alessandra is constantly inviting you out to the cinema, the state fair, the mall, her house, absolutely any place that she can ask you to go to.

When you accept to go to her house for a movie night turned sleepover, she fails her attempt at hiding her childlike glee. She's changing into the pink silk nightgown she bought just for this occasion, spooning you in her pillow filled bed and nuzzling her face into your neck.

Will she smell the perfume you applied onto your neck and go shopping for one with the exact same scent? Of course not.

yes, she will.

Her hands are always wandering but never to an extreme extent. You'll find that her hands are constantly either on your waist or grasping at your hand. You could be standing in front of her and she'll place her hand onto your clothed waist right before softly squeezing it.

You could mention a horror movie that you absolutely love and she'll gift you the film on dvd the next day. When she picks you up for your day out together, you'll answer the door and find her standing with two cups of iced coffee in hand, her flashing a sweet smile as soon as she sees you.

Whenever you call her or send a voice memo of yourself ranting and crying about something, you better get ready to hear her knocking on your window. She'll softly place her hand onto your cheek as she looks at you with the softest look the world has ever seen, "I'll always be here, okay? Ya can't get rid of me and I'll do anything to see that pretty little smile again. So, tell me, who did it, huh? Who made you cry?" You'd be a bit hesitant to tell her about the person that upset you so much as you're aware of how aggressive she can be towards others, but you know that if you don't tell her, she'll find out another way.

It's not strange for Alessandra to call you several terms of endearment. She just can't help it, okay?

Alessandra was born into a family filled to the brim with money, so, if they're going on a trip, you're coming with them. She'll convince your parents to let you tag along and would be absolutely ecstatic when they agree to let you go. "Don't worry about it, I'll take good care of 'er"

Whenever you're eating a meal together, she will always jump to the opportunity to feed you. At first, you'd decline sheepishly as the thought of her doing such a thing made you a bit flustered but she'd eventually convince you, "But it'll make me happy", she says with her pouted lips and big, sad eyes.

#yandere oc x you #yandere headcanons #yandere oc #yandere x you #yandere oc x y/n #yandere oneshot #yandere #obsessive love #yandere oc x reader #obsessive yandere #yandere x reader #x reader #yandere x darling #oc x you #x y/n #x you #x you fluff #x you smut #x y/n smut #x yn #yandere fanfiction #fanfic #fantasy #dark fantasy #yandere fantasy #female oc x reader #female yandere #female y/n #female yandere x reader #yandere x y/n

[stinkylittleanon]

Hi! I have a small fanfic request! I'm currently sick (I have been for a while) and I'd like to know what Wally would do for his partner that's currently sick. Their symptoms: Nausea, horrible stomach problems, dizzy/weak, and horrible headaches. If you don't do this request it's fine :)

I gotcha! Usually I put my posts in a queue, but I'll post this one after writing it!

Wally taking care of his sick S/o

I'd imagine Wally wouldn't know what to do at first

But he would ask his friends, and Poppy would know what to do!

At first, he goes a little overboard- No getting out of bet! Nono, get your rest!

Even though puppets can't eat, one of the neighbors would make you some soup and Wally would spoon feed it to you

It can either be cute or another way of him worrying for you too much... Imagine it's the cute part

When you get nauseous or get a headache, though, he'll get on the bed and you'll lay your head on his lap while he quietly plays with your hair.

He'll turn off or dim any lights if needed as well, and it's really calming

His touch would be so gentle, like he's afraid you'll break like glass, but that's better for this situation

He'll mutter an "I love you" here and there. He doesn't do this often, so it's quite a treat!

Wally makes sure you get enough fluids and does his best to find something you could eat that would be ok for your stomach

Whenever he goes to leave to either get you something or ask for advice (because honestly this man needs it), he'll make sure you're as comfortable as can be!

He'll read books for you! His voice is so calming, and even if you can't process what he's saying it's nice.

If you can't sleep, he'll play with your hair and hum/sing quietly to you.

If you need a little head massage then he can do that!

Lotsa head 'kisses' btw

Quotes because puppets can't kiss, it's just a soft little bonk of his mouth on your head

He'll sit there and hold your hand if you need the support, he could easily sit there for hours in silence

If you ask him to stay while you sleep? No problem!

Spoon feeds you medicine, it's the gross kind but it'll help! It's the best Howdy had, after all!

He asks Home to be less creaky/echoey than usual so that it doesn't disturb you!

I don't know if you're like me and need to imagine a scenario to sleep, but I'll write a short one!

The lights are dimmed, the curtains drawn as your head lays on your partner's lap. Your blanket is pulled over your shoulders as the humming from above you fills the quiet. "You look quite divine tonight...~" The song is a familiar one, and his soft voice is soothing along with the way his hand runs through your hair and over your forehead. "Here amongst these vibrant lights..." The lyrics might be wrong, they might be not... You already knew that Wally didn't know the entire song anyways. You didn't care much either at the moment. His singing would turn back into humming as he gazed down at you, a worried yet caring smile on his face. "Close your eyes, my darling..." In a hushed tone, he spoke. He had been so careful of being too loud this entire time, it was quite sweet. You'd listen to him, closing your eyes and letting yourself give in the exhaustion that your sickness caused you. You knew that he would stay with you. Wally would never leave your side, especially when you're not feeling well... "Sweat dreams, my love..."

#welcome home #wally darling #welcome home arg #wally darling x reader #welcome home headcanons

[is-the-snake-video-cute]

I was reading ur blog a bit and the mention of rattlesnakes made me remember my first corn snake.... she was a super chill snake but got really spicy when she went into blue (I assume being visually impaired due to albinism AND having a haze cover ur eyes while some giant picks up ur bed isn't very pleasant so I didn't blame her), and when I'd quickly peek inside her humid hide to check on her (I did this very infrequently, usually when she happened to be in the box around her feeding day) she would RATTLE her tail! She vibrated her tail tip so fast that it made a rattling sound with the wet box! It spooned me a lot the first time, but it's amazing. I know virtually nothing about American snakes so I'm curious, would cornsnakes benefit from mimicking the rattling sound of a rattlesnake utilizing dry leaf litter? Id assumee they would!

It's probably actually the opposite - rattlesnakes evolved a rattle because tail rattling is a common defensive behavior among all snakes that universally works pretty well. Their rattles just make them louder!

Many snakes, not just American snakes, will tal rattle as a defensive response, so we know it's not just a case of copying rattlesnakes. As you experienced, it can be loud and startling in the right conditions, especially when you imagine the noise on leaf litter! Many snakes will combine it with rearing up and hissing - all together, they're aiming to look big and loud and scary to ward of predators.

Tail rattling is a universal behavior among almost all snake families, so it's a very safe bet it goes way back in the snake family tree. Colubrids are known for it and tend to be really good at it, but we still see the behavior in snakes who don't have the body shape to pull it off anymore. My Borneo python wags his tail when he's upset - it's a very slow wag and not a good rattle, but it comes from the same root behavior.

#not a rating #snake behavior #ratsnakes #rattlesnakes

[mcdonaldsnumberone]

SPICY!

letting them have spicy food on a date

gender neutral reader

HIORI YO!

As long as he gets to spend time with you, Hiori’s down to try a little bit of whatever. He’s never been too picky to begin with, and while his parents’ strict lifestyle hasn’t given him too much freedom to explore different kinds of foods, he’s glad that you’re there to show him all sorts of new things. He might cough a little bit and down a bit of water, but spicy food is no competition for Hiori! He’ll down anything you pick out on the menu like a champ, and at the end of the date, he’ll insist that he pays. He’s not going to let you spend your hard earned coin on him, not when he’s on the path to accumulating a bit of a paycheck himself through Blue Lock, so he’ll simply tell you that you can repay him by showing him another yummy place to check on your next date together!

“Is it too much? I can ask them to get you more broth-,” you trail off worriedly, noticing how pink your boyfriend’s cheeks are. Hiori shakes his head, and he swallows down another mouthful of the spicy soup before smiling up at you softly as if to reassure you that he’s really alright. 

“It’s a bit spicy, but… I can handle it. It’s really good! My parents never let me have something this spicy growing up.” His lips press into a thin line at the mention of his family, but he shrugs it off the best he can for you. “But I get to have it now, with you. And I want to taste it to the fullest!”

“That’s all nice and good, but are you sure? There’s a fine line between enjoying things to the fullest versus biting off more than you can chew.” You grin, tapping your fingers against the restaurant table. “No pun intended.”

Hiori lets out a small chuckle at your horrendous joke. A boy like Hiori reminds you of winter: his frost-like cyan eyes and hair, the way he touches you like the first breath of snow, his words dissolving sweetly as if they were snowflakes on the tip of your tongue. Sometimes you wonder if the world is too intense, too fiery for someone like him, but the more you feed him experimental spoonfuls of your love, the more he develops an appetite to melt himself bare all for you.

“I’m sure,” he reaffirms, and he takes another generous spoonful and swallows it down without any issue as if to prove his point. “Although I don’t think some of the guys back at the Blue Lock program can say the same. I bet that Karasu would go home crying if he tried any of this.”

You raise an eyebrow, surprised. “Karasu? With that tongue of his, you’d think he’d be able to handle worse.”

“You’d be surprised. Want me to prove it to you?” Hiori asks. His normally innocent eyes sparkle with a tinge of boyish mischief. “Why don’t we order some to take to him? And we’ll see how long he lasts.”

YUKIMIYA KENYU!

Ever the gentleman, if anything disturbs Yukimiya’s peace, he won’t really let it show unless he has a real reason to be honest. Yukimiya could be burning inside out, with his tongue barely hanging on for dear life, and you’d have no clue that whatever the two of you are scarfing down was too spicy for him. If it’s something hot in temperature, he might have to wipe his glasses a few times, and he’ll vehemently deny that there are tears in his eyes or that there are beads of sweat on his forehead. He has to keep up his act of being a loving and princely boyfriend when he’s in public, but once you let your guard down when you’re with him in public, Yukimiya will show you how to properly turn up the heat.

“I have to admit, love-,” Yukimiya sighs, not-so-discreetly dabbing at his damp forehead with a napkin, “I have no clue how you manage to eat any of this without any issue. And I thought I was used to handling spice! Your food is at least three shades redder than whatever I ordered. It makes me worry for you.”

You shrug, and you lean over to taste a little bit of the dish Yukimiya ordered. It barely leaves a tingle on your tongue, and you debate for a split second whether or not you should play nice. Yukimiya has always been nothing but the most caring and sweet boyfriend you could ask for, but situations where you could make him squirm are hard to come by. 

So, duh, you have to tease him.

“Hmmmm? Worry for me?” You innocently cock your head to the side. “Why, is it too spicy for you, Yuki? I thought you could handle that much… If it’s too much, do you want me to eat it instead?”

Yukimiya coughs unceremoniously into the crook of his arm, and he shakes his head. As lovely of a boy as he might be, just like every single player in the Blue Lock program, he has an ego that he can’t part with, not even when it comes to you. “Nonsense, sweetheart. I can handle this much with ease. I said I’m worried for you. You have no reason to worry for me.”

“Ehhhhh?” You lean over the table, and you press your hand against his forehead as if to measure his temperature. His beautiful wavy hair brushes up against the back of your hand, the ticklish sensation sending tingles up your spine. Yukimiya is disgustingly handsome, even when he doesn’t intend to be, and you purse your lips together. “But you’re sweating soooooo much! Jeez, Yuki, if you can’t handle this much spice, how are you going to handle me?”

Despite the joking tinge in your voice, the gaze Yukimiya flashes at you is dark, sensual, and it makes your knees instantly feel weak. He grabs your wrist, and he squeezes just the slightest bit as if to warn you.

“Trust me,” he whispers, chuckling under his breath, “Don’t you think I’ve developed enough tolerance to try things a bit spicier? Even more so when it involves you, dear love…”

OLIVER AIKU!

Oliver is a fiend for any and all spicy foods. It’s enough to make you wonder how his poor stomach survives. Whenever the two of you get hungry, you can bet that he’ll suggest something spicy to eat. To make matters worse, he guzzles down spicy food as if it’s nothing, and if you let your guard down, he’ll totally reach over and steal the food off of your own plate too. You can’t get too mad at him, or he’ll yank out the “I’m a grown man and a professional athlete, so I have to eat a lot!” card. Either way, if you somehow agree to treating him for a meal, prepare yourself for the spiciest eatery in town and for him to clear multiple plates of food. Just make sure he brushes his teeth right after, or he’ll definitely try to steal a kiss!

“I know that poor toilet of yours is going to be crying later.” You shake your head incredulously as Oliver scrapes his plate clean, the glass of water you fetched for him earlier still untouched. “Or your tongue. I don’t understand how it’s possible for a human to eat all of this and enjoy it.”

You watch his Adam’s apple bob as he swallows down the last of his meal, and he sits back, finally satisfied. He licks his lips clean, and he winks at you. 

“What can I say?” He laughs nonchalantly. “You know I can’t hold myself back when it comes to hot things. That includes food and cuties just like you.”

You scoff, folding your arms and looking away from him with a huff. Oliver can be so ridiculously cheesy with you, and he plays it off as him being a romantic guy by nature. You seriously wonder how he managed to pull so many lovers when every pick up line he spews makes your skin crawl, but at the end of the day, you know you’re not any better. You’re formally dating him, after all, so as cringe as his courtship might be, you’ve come around to learn to love it.

Not that you’d ever admit such a thing to him.

“If you’re done eating, let’s get the check,” you dismiss him quickly before he spews even more of his widely “loved” sweet-nothings at you, and you fumble for your wallet. “I said I’d treat you-”

“Ah, ah, ah, no need for that.” The defender quickly flips his own wallet out, and he waves you away. “C’mon, I’m a guy with a big boy job now. You don’t need to treat me to anything. I should be the one treating you. That’s the perk of dating a pro-athlete, don’t you think?”

“You sure? I don’t mind.” You look at him firmly. He waves you off again, and you acquiesce and put your wallet away.

“All you need to do is treat me to some sweetness later, if you catch my drift.” The boy flirtatiously winks at you again, and any goodwill you had towards your boyfriend immediately drops. You deadpan at him, looking at him square in the face with the most lifeless eyes you can conjure up, and you reach for your wallet again.

“Nah, I’ll just pay.”

MICHAEL KAISER!

The boy looks like he’s going to explode just a mouthful in. Not only does Kaiser have a horrible spice tolerance, he’s also ridiculously stubborn and refuses to stop eating once he starts. He’s also dead set on impressing you, so he’ll choke down whatever you order, even though his tongue is on fire and he’s two seconds away from crying like a little baby. You don’t have the heart to tell him that he doesn’t look particularly handsome when he’s fanning himself and downing every pitcher of water he can grab, but you appreciate the sentiment of at least finishing whatever he started. Just be sure to look up the route for the nearest ice cream store, because Kaiser’s going to need a cold treat after anything spicy. 

“Kaiser.”

The blond barely holds back a cough, and he raises a hand to signal that he’s alright. You don’t buy it for a single second. He’s making good progress on the spicy stew he decided to try, but he also looks like a ticking time bomb with how red he is in the face. 

“Kaiser, you don’t need to finish it. Why don’t we get it packed up to take home, and I can finish it instead?” You offer, not wanting your boyfriend to sear off his taste buds, all because he refused to quit eating something out of his clear comfort zone. 

Kaiser shakes his head stubbornly, glaring down at the remaining stew. “Absolutely not. I’m not a coward, and I’m going to finish eating this.”

“Oh my god.” You bury your face in your hands, and you groan loudly. “Kaiser, you’re not a coward for not finishing something that’s too spicy for you. Quit being stubborn before you hurt yourself.”

“I’m not gonna hurt myself,” he hotly retorts back. “Besides, even if I do, you’ll be there to tend to me, won’t you? Give me a little kiss on my tongue to make me feel better?”

He looks at you hopefully, blue eyes all sparkly with the idea of you French-kissing him. You wonder if he’s the idiot for considering the idea or if you’re the idiot for even dating him in the first place. You decide to make the smart choice of snatching his spoon out of his hand and motioning for the waiter, ignoring the wails Kaiser lets out when you’ve stolen his moment of glory.

“You’re sooooo mean to me!” He pouts, sticking his very irritated lips out. “How am I supposed to impress you if you don’t let me do anything?”

“You can impress me all you want on the soccer field,” you quickly shush him, tapping his forehead with your pointer finger. “If you want a kiss, just say so. I don’t need you doing all sorts of mental gymnastics for my attention.”

Kaiser pauses for a moment, but he grumbles out, “Fine. Guess I’ll let it slide if you’re agreeing to give me a kiss. Okay then, pucker up, darling!”

x

#blue lock #bllk #blue lock x reader #bllk x reader #hiori yo #yukimiya kenyu #oliver aiku #michael kaiser #x reader #my writing

[kokushibouthings]

can you write something about Shigaraki loosing a bet with someone in the league and his “punishment” is to date the reader for a week (because he’s so serious all the time, they want him to loosen up). At first he’s a brat cause he lost, then overall awkward and flustered because he secretly had a small crush on the reader and didn’t know what to do. But he is then seduced into enjoying it and wanting to make it a real relationship. But with lots of smut 😬

Ok first of all I fucking love this idea, ill try my best to make a good oneshot(?) that can fulfill your expectations 🤭

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Filthy little liar

pairing: Tomura Shigaraki x Reader

warning: Sexual themes, seductive reader, punishment, dom reader, AFAB reader (sorry if you wanted AMAB or smth) , giving head

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You were pretty surprised when Shigaraki, your literal employeer. Asked you out on a date, especially in the middle of you beating up someone in the basement.

You weren't sure if he was being serious or not when he asked you, but you just accepted so you wouldn't have a chance of being disintegrated..

He was pretty rude on the first date, he would shove your spoon away when you tried to feed him because of how he wasn't eating at all, he was just staring at the table looking pissed.

"Seriously..." You whispered to yourself in disappointment with his behavior in something thats meant to be romantic...

You were sure he'd stop being like this after a while, so you put up with it. The ignoring, the shoving, and the dry cold responses he'd send. You just thought he was a bit scared...

After about 3 and a half days, he eventually started to loosen up. But he still refused to actually engage in some stuff... He acted pretty awkward and timid towards you everytime you came up to him in person..

He didn't seem like it in texting, he had short responses but atleast its not that dry or cold anymore...

You felt like already taking it to the next level, perhaps he isn't feeling too well... You thought of that, so one night you just decided to surprise him with a little something.

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You've put on a transparent night gown, with a black coat.

You slipped into his room while he was still at the bar with the others, you waited what almost felt like forever.

You heard something while passing through the entrance of the door, about a bet followed with Dabi making fun of Shigaraki.

As you were scrolling on your phone. boring your eyes onto the screen, when the door slowly creaked open...

He'd walked in without even realizing you were there. He sat on the edge of the bed looking tired, and stressed.

You placed your phone on the drawer, and crawled over to him. Placing your head over his shoulder with a hand gripping onto his shoulder with the other on his arm

".. Huh? [Y/N]? What are you doing here..." He'd turned slightly to look at you, confused with your position on him..

"Surprise. You've been acting awful lately, so I thought of something." You pressed your boobs against his back, almost making him jump..

You got up from the bed, infront of him kneeling down. You popped your head between his thighs... He was taking this surprisingly well.

You pressed your mouth on his clothed crotch, making him slip a small moan.

"Do you want me, Tomura?" You asked. Left unresponded with him just shooting a look of embarrassment, you let out a small chuckle

"You're a filthy liar," You unzipped his pants, slipping your hand down his boxer pulling it down.

His length was already erect, it shot through you with a sense of arousal. You licked, and placed your mouth around the tip

After a few minutes of teasing him, he got impatient, placing his hand on your hair as he tugged on it making you choke on his length. You could hear small grunts, and low moans under his heavy breathing... Is this his first time?

With him continuously bobbing your head up and down, enveloping the scent of musk you could feel your eyes starting to burn up.

You earned a final grunt from him, as he released into your mouth with him still holding onto your hair... "F...f– uck! Take it!" He yelled in pleasure with your mouth full with his dripping cum

He finally let go, with you catching your breathe you stood up.. Falling onto the bed, gesturing for him to come over here.

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Sorry I rushed this and I know you wanted alot of smut but I couldn't think of anymore 😥😥🙁

#bnha shigaraki #tomura shiragaki #shigaraki smut #tomura smut #female reader #tomura x reader #bnha tomura #bnha tomura shigaraki #mha tomura #mha tomura shigaraki #tomura shigaraki x reader smut #shigaraki x reader #tomura shigaraki x reader

[sanyu-thewitch05]

Hunter McClaire drooling over his MILF wife,after giving him a baby she became much more beautiful, he has MILF kink lol

You recently gave birth to your second daughter, Delilah. After the second pregnancy, your skin’s been glowing and even the stretch marks from your stomach add to your beauty.

“Your stomach looks so cute!" Hunter squeals, cuddling your body while you watch TV. "And my second baby girl looks so cute too!"

Delilah laughs while looking at her father.

"Hunter, I'm trying to put her down for a nap," You say, rocking her.

"Aw! But she hasn't even been up for most of the day!" Hunter whines, making Delilah more riled up.

"If she doesn't get a nap, she'll be up all night," You reply, walking away from Hunter. "If you want to do something, feed Lauren before her nap."

Hunter whines in defeat and goes to his first baby, Lauren. He picks her up and makes a bottle for her.

"You know, it's so unfair. Your mama's gotten more beautiful, yet I can't even touch her!" Hunter vents, feeding Lauren her bottle. "I only wish she would let me cuddle her once!"

Lauren falls asleep to Hunter's rant.

"I guess you don't need to worry about that because you get cuddles all the time," Hunter whispers, kissing his daughter's cheek.

He puts Lauren in her crib and stares at his beautiful daughter sleeping.

"You looked just like me when I was a baby," Hunter coos.

"I know, right. She's like a mini you."

"Darling, you scared me for a second."

"Sorry, I came to put Delilah in her crib. I finally got her to sleep."

You gently put Delilah in her crib and silently walk out. Hunter follows you to your bedroom. He hugs you from behind and rests his head on your shoulders.

"I missed your touch," Henry coos, humping you from behind.

His hands travel to your D-cup boobs.

"Your boobs got bigger too. When you were in college, they were B-cups. Now, they're all big and full of milk," Hunter moans, humping your ass faster. "You make me wanna have another kid with you. I'm going to breed your ass like crazy, mommy."

Calling you mommy is new. Usually, he'd call you sweetie, darling, or love. Though, he's getting used to calling you mommy around your children.

"I thought you'd said we'd have another baby after Delilah and Lauren got into kindergarten," You squeak, throwing your ass back.

"Oh God, I can't take not breeding you for that long," Hunter says, sporadically humping you.

The sound of skin slapping fills the room, and soon enough, Hunter pulls down your pants and cums on your vagina's lips.

"I bet you're so horny thinking about how close I came to cumming inside you. How close you came to being plump and full with my babies," Hunter coos, keeping a finger covered in his cum around your entrance.

"Hunter, you're not getting another child till they're in kindergarten," You state, taking your pants and undies off.

You go to your drawer and put on a new pair of panties.

"Please!" Hunter whines, hugging your leg.

"No! And stop being so loud. You'll wake them up," You scold, climbing into bed.

"Fine. Besides, I like calling you mommy," Hunter says, spooning you.

#asks #yandere jock #rich yandere #sanyuthewitch05

[prideofcelestia]

❝ with a mc who is a god when it comes to making food ❞

« characters - mammon, belphegor, solomon »

« gender neutral reader »

« headcanons »

« notes - requested by anon »

satan, asmo, beel

MAMMON

You are so distracting, human! Every time he is plotting something shady, the aroma of your food attracts him to the kitchen and renders him incapable of thinking more about his schemes. Can you not cook when he is busy with ideas to make grimm?! Kitchen duty is no excuse! You owe him a significant amount in damages! How do you wish to pay for your misdeeds? What did you say? You will make his favourite meal? Umm.. of course, he will accept the offer, but only because you are a poor human, more precisely his own servant. Since he is a kind hearted master, he will let it slide. Do not for a moment believe that he likes to eat your food! Nuh uh, the food is alright, he guesses since nobody complaints but that's all. If you ever catch him staring at your food with drool in his mouth, then you are mistaken.

It takes him a few weeks to come up with the plan of starting a restaurant, and trying to get you to be the cook. The brothers bet on how long it will take him to get that exact idea. Satan and Levi wins the bet, with Satan believing that Mammon will figure it out a day sooner and Levi expecting it to be a day later than the original date.

BELPHEGOR

Well, being the twin of the food lover and having their stomachs attached comes with its own set of quirks. For one, Belphie loves to eat, just as ardently as he loves to see his twin eating heartily and you happy. He's not one to refuse a meal you have prepared but he's just the one to to order you to feed him while he lazes around. There's something about the food you prepare, some X factor, just like the way you are special. You practically live with Beel and Belphie with how often you are requested to cook for them. Belphie is seen in your room on the days of his kitchen duty. It seems like a waste for him to cook when they can have your food. For the first time in his indolent life, he is not trying to escape responsibility completely, rather he is genuinely looking forward to your cooking at dinner.

SOLOMON

He's impressed by your culinary skills. The faith he puts in your taste is so huge that he genuinely requests you to give him tips so that he can improve his own cooking. Love is enhanced when you can feed your homemade meal to your partner, or so he says. One day you trod into his room to find a candlelit table with... is that food?... laid on it. Tada, that is the sorcerer's attempt at impressing you with his own talents... at cooking! Disastrous! A fear that if you put a spoonful of his food in your mouth, you will never wish to eat again consumes you. After quickly coming up with an excuse, you finally tell him that you find real joy in cooking for him rather than have him cook for you. You would rather impress the witty sorcerer with your skills. After all, Solomon is proficient at so many activities that you wish to have one thing completely for yourself - cooking. He tries to argue, but you put your foot down on it. Even though he is a little upset, he can't complain as long as he gets to wolf down your delicious food.

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[lunarw0rks]

I need to hear more of these parents- friend x price blurbs

feeding the baby with co!parent!price, still getting the hang of the whole 'we have an infant together' thing — obviously. parenthood is an uphill battle, and even more so when the little one is actually dumped into your graces.

he calls you to the kitchen for help, and you aren't sure what to expect. she's in her highchair, bouncing about and babbling as price reaches into the spoon drawer. he ensures that she's spoiled and well-fed; perhaps a bit much on that first one.

"look at this; her first-time tryin' strawberry." from the small glass jar, he scoops the strawberry baby food and airplanes it, glancing back and forth to ensure that you're watching the milestone. her mouth opens and he suckles on the soft spoon, the gears turning in her little head as she processes the new taste.

you open your mouth, about to praise her for the big step when she suddenly scowls. her chubby cheeks flare and she blows a raspberry. out goes the puree... right onto john's face. "nice one," you make a few small claps that she mimics with her tiny, sticky fingers.

his scowl only makes her squeal in laughter and frankly, you're feeling just as juvenile. "i have a hunch that she doesn't like strawberry, john. what do you think?" you ask with sarcasm, and he merely waves a hand and wipes the red splatter off his face.

he stares into the mirror hanging above the breakfast table, scrubbing away the remnants left in his beard. you take it upon yourself to approach her, picking up the small spoon. in a baby voice, you 'converse' with her, "you wouldn't do that to me, would you? no, you always eat for me, hm?"

" 'm placing my bets she'll spit on you the same, sweetheart." price sighs and leans a hip against the counter, preemptively having 'i told you so' written on his face. but you know her and that little mischievous look too well. with the dramatic buzz of a plane engine, you feed her a second spoonful.

she savors the taste again, and to your delight, makes a grabbing motion for more. the hefty sigh behind you says enough, and you're very satisfied with proving him wrong.

"see? always eats for me just fine." you sneer at him.

"gettin' cheeky, are ya?"

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[hwajin]

#! — 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐬 ..

genre: FLUFFFF

pairing: skz x gn!reader

wc: 1.3k

warnings: romantic fluff you might start wishing for a partner if you don't have one already

note: i might post a bit slowly and only drabbles for a while, i gotta get used to uni and working time BUT i have smth somewhat big planned for my next milestone soooo stay tuned ehehehehe pretending that my blog isn't dead LMAO

not my pics, credits to owner!

ᴄʜᴀɴ

he's one to be gently touching you at all times without his knowing, subconsciously. when he sees that something upsets you, or when you get excited, nervous, tired - quite frankly, any emotion you show towards chan makes him want to reach out to you and hold your hand, caress your thigh, squeeze your shoulder and nape. he'd leave you little texts and messages throughout the day, too! since you know how busy he can get, even a simple 'i love you, hope you have a good day!' or 'omg i miss you sm, can't wait to get home :(' will show you that he always very much cares, no matter how deep he gets caught up in his job. simply loves to make you feel loved <3

ᴍɪɴʜᴏ

cooks for you!! and a lot too, for that matter. he particularly loves spending the time together in the kitchen while he's preparing your favourite dish, from time to time running over to you all cutely with a spoon for you to try if the amount of salt and spices is enough or too much, and the excitement he has whenever you say he did a good job is just SO endearing for you to watch. THIS MAN will also treat you like his 4th cat, will boop your nose and squish your cheeks and pat your head and laugh at you when you only shoot a confused look his direction at his antics, because yes, you can bet that he will come up to you randomly while you're studying, cleaning, reading and just *squish* your face without a warning and running off all giggly like some teenager with a highschool crush.

ᴄʜᴀɴɢʙɪɴ

feeds you!!! like he's not a good cook but sometimes he WILL wake up earlier than you and try to somehow make a somewhat decent breakfast (will end up only toasting bread or ordering in something entirely, but the thought is there 💪🏼), and before you've even fully awoke he's sitting by the edge of the bed, a piece of fruit or bread in his fingers, ready to LITERALLY feed you like a baby, this HUGE grin on his face because he finds you adorable munching on whatever he prepared all tiredly? also for some reason loves your complaining right before he shoves the food into your mouth, about how you only just woke up, how he didn't have to cook, how you could have helped him with it and how you don't need to be feeded and can perfectly eat yourself, it all very much meets deaf ears though <3. in general, he'll love to just put up his chopsticks to your face when you're having lunch or dinner together and letting you try his food. other than that, he'd be one to share basically everything with you, up to his work, in a way. when he's home late and STILL has stuff to do after coming back, his favourite thing is explaining you what exactly he's making, how he's coming up with lyrics, melodies, how he's recording stuff. loves to see your interest in him and it works reversed as well, he will want to know EVERYTHING about your profession.

ʜʏᴜɴᴊɪɴ

it is such a random thing but he will help you remove your jewelery. if you were out with friends, or on a date with him, basically anywhere where you put thought and effort into your outfit, necklaces and earrings and bracelets accentuating your body - hyunjin will be next to you in the evening, fiddling with the opening of the chains around your neck, or taking one off your earrings off while you work on the other one. he wouldn't know a reason if you asked him why he had that habit, but you couldn't complain if you were honest, your heart melting at how attentive his actions felt. boy will also doodle you constantly!! you'd be sleeping or napping in his bed and he'd take a pic - for teasing purposes - before his pencil and notebook are out and he's creating a sketch of the way you're laying in his sheets - this time simply out of adoration, because anything you do seems to be so endearing to him that he wants to hold onto it in more ways than just a simple picture.

ᴊɪsᴜɴɢ

WILLLLL PAINT YOUR NAILS!!! no matter if you normally wear or like nail polish he WILL ask you to please please paint them. especially when he sees you painting your nails already anyways; would come up to you and pout until you give into him and hand him over the brush. you'd be surprised at how he always does a fairly decent job too, the paint smudged only rarely. he's always giving you a kiss afterwards AND WILL NOT STOP BRAGGING about what good of a nail artist he is, though it doesn't need much talent to simply put on one coat of color, he will not stop admiring his work lmao. also loves lazying around together! for him spending quality time together isn't necessarily actively doing something together, it's enough for him to simply lay in bed together all day and cuddle or doze off or talk about everything and nothing.

ғᴇʟɪx

similar to jisung, he loves helping you to put on make up! he doesn't even need to convince you much because he's miraculously good at it anyways, and by how much fun he has painting your face with the brushes, it pains you to ever say no to him. when you don't have anything to get ready for he'll love experimenting lots with like- eyeliner looks and stuff you normally wouldn't wear, simply for the giggles of it, and would let you paint him up as well! loves the feeling of the brush against his skin and the time you spend together giggling and laughing. is a natural cuddle bug too, will come up to you randomly whenever you do basically anything and just snuggle against you, leaving butterfly kisses all across your skin until you're too distracted to continue your activety from before, your whole attention on your boyfriend now <3.

sᴇᴜɴɢᴍɪɴ

HUGE flirt. like he'd always be teasingly and jokingly flirtatious towards you, winking and wiggling eyebrows and saying stuff he KNOWS will make your heart flutter juuust the right amount and he's so good at it for it to only be a joke? but you know he does it simply to tease because he will go out of his way with the flirting when friends are around, only to make you that much more flustered, because he can and is evil. he always has a laugh at how you roll your eyes at him while simultaneously blushing like crazy, making everyone in the room laugh as well. bro also just serenades you all of a sudden? like he'll be practicing some heartbreakingly romantic song for some cover, and the moment he's home he's NOT stopping to sing it for you, specifically. again, it's more a joke than anything, especially the way he dramatically gestures and closes his eyes while singing, but since he's not one to say 'i love you' too often, you make out his antics to be somewhat deeper and more meaningful than they seemed.

ᴊᴇᴏɴɢɪɴ

bro loves to go shopping with you!!! he's obviously big on fashion and one thing he LOVES doing with you is being on the look out for cute couple outfits to wear together hehe. even if you're not super into fashion yourself! i feel like he'd find it adorable to somewhat look for stuff for you and spend hours in the dressing room, judging each others clothes, how they fit you, how they suit you, best quality time for him. oh also! wipes food from your face when you're eating, but in a jokingly annoyed manner. like when you're eating together and he sees a bit of food on your chin he takes some tissue and is tsking at you, funnily scolding you in that voice he has when he's pretending to be a grandma lmao, he knows it makes you laugh and he likes to show his affection towards you subtly that way.

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[russellsppttemplates]

When free practice is delayed because of bad weather, media caught (driver of your choice) all dressed in his racing suit feeding their little one some pureed fruit with momma watching and taking pictures of the adorable moment.

Note: I'm doing George because I haven't written for him in a while

"Come back to the garage, red flag will be in for at least fifty minutes", you heard on the radio set you had on your ears, bouncing Olivia on your arms, "looks like daddy is joining us sooner than expected", you mumbled, kissing the top of her head while she continued to look around the garage, seeing the mechanics grab the tyre blankets to get on the car as soon as it arrived.

George hopped out of the car and approached Toto so he could catch up with what was happening, seeing out the corner of his eye that his little one was growing restless, seeing you grab her bag, "they're saying around an hour now, so the track can dry, so we can go there. I bet Y/N could use a hand", Toto chuckled as he patted George's back.

"Look, Olivia, it's daddy!", you exclaimed as the little girl opened her arms so she could sit in his lap, "I think she's hungry", you explained once she was settled, grabbing your bag to take out pureed fruit you had made for her, "do you want some apple, Olivia?", you mused, opening the jar and giving it to George so he could feed Olivia, "here comes a big big plane", George announced, filling the spoon and moving it closer his daughter's mouth, her joyous giggles bringing attention to her.

Natalie was strolling around the paddock, noticing the British driver and his family, "and it seems the Russells have found this time for a snack. Hi Olivia!", she waved back at the little girl, smiling at her cheerfulness, "That's a core memory being made for the family, I'm sure", she smiled, the broadcast showing your back as you took pictures of the moment, George in his race suit while his daughter sat on his lap, hands messy with pureed apple and a massive smile on her face.

(Thank you for submitting an ask 🤍)

#george russell blurb #inês writes blurbs #f1 blurb

[static-radio-ao3]

@jegulus-microfic // august 12 // prompt: jealous // words: 669 // mentions of alcohol

The music is loud, almost unbearably so, which means Regulus has to lean into Evan's personal space to talk to him. 

"I'm gonna get a drink!" He yells into his friend's ear. When Evan nods in acknowledgment, Regulus moves away from the dancefloor and towards the living room where he can breathe a little easier. When a hand touches his elbow, he startles, but he relaxes again when he sees it's only Evan. 

"Sorry, did you also want a drink?" Regulus asks. The music is not as loud anymore, so he doesn't have to get all up close and personal with Evan anymore. 

Evan, though, seems to not have gotten that memo, because he drapes an arm over Regulus' shoulder, leaning in to talk into his ear.

"No, but I thought it would be funny to see how much we can rile Potter up. He's in the corner practically seething."

Regulus turns around so fast he swears he feels something pull in his neck. And sure enough, there is James Potter. The strobing lights cast his warm skin in shades of pink and blue. Regulus watches him for a moment, and James watches him right back. There's undeniable tension there, but Regulus can't quite put his finger on it, his thoughts slowed with alcohol.

James has a death grip on the neck of his beer bottle and Regulus is surprised he hasn't shattered it yet. He's curious enough to go investigate, so Regulus shoves Evan off him and ignores his cackle as he makes his way over to James. 

To investigate. 

Obviously.

"I never pegged you for a jealous man, Potter," Regulus says in lieu of a greeting.

"Please," James scoffs with a roll of his eyes, "I'm jealous of the spoon that feeds you soup because it knows what your teeth look like."

Regulus startles at that. James blinks back at him.

"Shit, sorry, was that too much? My brain-to-mouth filter is on holication," James slurs. "Wait. No, vacaday." He frowns at the floor, seemingly trying his best to get his words right. In the end, he simply settles for, "Away."

Regulus clamps a hand over James' shoulder and steers him towards the kitchen. "Let's get you some water, shall we?"

James only smiles at him dopily, happy to go wherever Regulus goes. Because James wants to be near him. Because that's a thing, apparently. Because James gets jealous of other men being near Regulus. And God, if that doesn't make warmth unfurl in his stomach.

The kitchen is empty, so Regulus easily maneuvers James to the sink and grabs a cup from the drying rack before filling it up and handing it to James.

"There you go, Potter, a nice cool glass of water." 

James simply blinks at him, as if he's not sure how he got from the living room to the kitchen. He's about to turn around again when Regulus grabs his wrist, gently holding it to keep James from wandering off.

A sigh, bone-deep and weary, even though Regulus is just a twenty-something-year-old wrangling a drunk guy at a party. He wishes Sirius were here to do this instead, but both Sirius and Remus had conveniently disappeared about 20 minutes after the party started. Regulus rubs a hand across his forehead. "James, please just drink the water. You'll feel better."

"Oh, I like that," James hums. He sways a little, unsteady, but dutifully reaches for the glass.

"Yeah, I bet," Regulus says, happy that James is finally cooperating a bit.

"No, I like when you call me James," he says. "Sounds nice, James."  The small smile curving up the corners of James' mouth turns sloppy and mindless, as if the mere mention of his name in Regulus' voice is enough to make happiness overflow. And oh, if that doesn't do dangerous things to Regulus' heart. 

"Drink your water and I'll call you James however many times you want."

"And when I'm sober?"

"Yeah, James, I'll call you by your name when you're sober, too."

#regulus black #james potter #jegulus #jegulus microfic #my writing #james x regulus #regulus x james #starchaser #mil's microfics