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Aizawa x daughter!reader - get through this together

Could you write a dadzawa in which he has a teen daughter (she is biological) but she is depressed and maybe she was thinking abould hurting herself but Aizawa stopped her? - Anon💜

TW: mentions of attempted self harm and depression

You had never been one to talk about your emotions, your struggles, and in a way you very much took after your dad in that sense.

You had been struggling for a while, and you were great at hiding it through smiles and laughter, always keeping yourself busy whether it was with friends, school work, hobbies, or spending time with you dad, there wasn’t many occasions you were alone.

But, like now, when you were alone you were forced to sit in your own company.

Sit with your own mind, and it slowly take over, the negative thoughts, the dark and twisted thoughts that you hated thinking about slowly ran riot around your brain.

Eventually you find yourself sitting in your bathroom, clutching tightly for any shred of happy thought or positive emotion that would help light your way from the darkness as tears ran down your face.

You had been struggling for so long, looking for anything that would help you, and nothing you tried ever worked, they always came back.

So, now you sit, a small but sharp knife you had taken from the kitchen, clutching it in a white knuckle grip.

You didn’t want to scar your own skin.

You didn’t want to be the reason that you were bleeding.

You didn’t want to actually do this.

But your brain was taking you too, almost screaming at you to.

It was telling you this was the only way you would feel normal, the only thing that would make it all better, that you should just do it because nobody would notice if you did.

Slowly the dark thought began to win the silent battle you were having with yourself, and you slowly raised it to your arm with a trembling hand.

You were so confused and focused on this you weren’t paying attention to anything else around you.

Which mean you didn’t know your phone had been ringing in your room, or the fact your dad had all but come running home from where he was stood trying to call you in the shop.

You didn’t know that he had searched the entire house for you until he saw you through the slight gap in the bathroom door.

Slowly he approached, kneeing down just in front of you and he wrapped his hands around yours holding the knife.

“No…” Aizawa spoke quietly.

You slowly up and looked at him, he wore a worried look on his face, his gaze fully fixated on the knife in your hand.

“Give me the knife…” he quietly commanded.

The moment your grip loosened on it he took it and slide it behind him, and he immediately started checking you for injuries.

“You’re okay… you’re okay…” he whispered.

Aizawa wasn’t sure if he was whispering it for your sake or for his, maybe it was for both of you, but he kept repeating it as he checked your arms.

When he didn’t see any wounds or any scars, he was quickly to pull you into his arms, pressing your head to his shoulder.

“I’m here… I’ve got you…” he whispered.

Something about those words just seemed to make the dam you had built inside of you snap, you threw your arms around Aizawa, and sobbed heavily into his chest.

His heart shattered at the sound of your sobs, and he held you tighter, resting his chin on the top of your head, running a hand up and down your back trying to comfort you.

“Let it all out kiddo… I’ve got you…”

As you carried on sobbing into your dad’s chest, he shuffled a little so he could sit down, pulling you against him so he could hold you in a tight but comforting embrace.

“Whatever you’re going through… whatever’s going on… we can get through this okay? Together. Just.. just never hurt yourself… please.. please never hurt yourself…” he spoke quietly.

“I’m sorry…”

Aizawa gently shushed you, holding you a little tighter.

“It’s okay… we’ll get through this okay? When you’re ready we’ll talk about whatever’s going on, about what we can do to help.”

You gave a small nod, and Aizawa let out a small breath, making sure to keep a tight hold on you.

He was fully prepared to sit with you all night, no matter how tired he was, or how early he had to be up tomorrow, you were the most important person to him, and if you had to sit in the bathroom floor all night, then that’s what he would do

König x reader  /  Ghost x reader  Headcanons

You have insomnia.

Ghost

● He understands you like no one else. ● In his youth, he spent many sleepless nights on the battlefield. And then, all his life, he suffered from nightmares that made it impossible to sleep. ● At first, he'll probably stay away from you with advice and give you time to sleep on your own. ● He doesn't want to impose himself on you. ● But if you still can't sleep, he will offer to do something together. ● He won't respond to your requests that he go to bed. He loves you and just can't sleep well knowing that you are tormented right next to him. ● He will spend all night with you until morning watching movies with you or doing your hobbies. ● He'll also offer to make you tired in a slightly different way. (If you know what I mean.) ● If you agree to that, he'll make sure that by morning you can't do anything but fall asleep.

König.

● He will worry about you. ● He'll ask you if you're feeling well. Do you have any pain? Is your work too stressful? ● When you explain to him that these things sometimes just happen to you, he will calm down, but not for long. ● He'll take care of you with all his might. ● He will make you a nightly snack, offering you the most exquisite meals he can make. ● He doesn't give in to your entreaties to go to bed. He gently wraps his huge hands around your fingers and kisses your knuckles, assuring you that he takes pleasure in caring for you. ● He did not suffer from insomnia. Always, as soon as his head touches the pillow, he passes out. It's a good skill for a soldier, when he has only half an hour to rest during a rest stop, then he wastes no time in falling asleep. ● He'll devote that awful night to taking care of you, and suddenly the night won't be so awful.

 Your Friends Vs Your Best Friend

Found one of my first ever Ghost fan arts. I've improved a lot since then. Might recreate it lmao

Hi there!

I saw that your requests are open :D

May I ask for hcs or a little scenario, if you wish, of how Swiss and Mountain would react to seeing reader (he/they pronouns, if possible) up really really late because of nightmares and insomnia? I’m thinking about fluff and platonic relationships! (Cuddles? Little kisses? Yes please)

Thank you so much for your time and for your writing! writing! 🖤

❝kiss the nightmares away❞

➵ “i’ll be your little sunshine.” —❤︎

pairing: swiss and mountain x male!reader (he/they)

theme: fluff ✿

a/n: first of all, i hope you’re doing well hon, i hope this fic can soothe some potential nerves you have there <3 i hope this fic met your standards. and tbh it can be read as platonic or romantic so i didn’t use the platonic tag

cw: insomnia sucks, that’s really it. swiss and mountain are very caring for the reader here

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his head hurt so much.

normally, the insomnia never got this bad— but tonight was a particularly shitty night. not only was his day at the ministry rather rough, but y/n had just experienced a chilling nightmare that still sent shivers down his spine— which only worsened the effects of their sleep condition.

it was anything but pleasant, but he hates to say that this wasn’t the first time this has happened.

insomnia was a bitch, but they have grown accustomed to dealing with it on their own— even if it sucked.

sighing heavily, y/n’s feet carried him through the ministry halls and into the kitchen, in hopes to find a snack that’ll soothe his mind and hopefully calm his nerves down.

the fridge door swung open and y/n grabbed the nearest thing on the shelf, not even bothering to look at what he had just grabbed— or the label for that matter.

just as y/n was about to open whatever container he snagged— the sound of someone clearing their throat made y/n whip his head around to find the source of the sound.

“you know you’re holding a jar of mayonnaise, right, sweetie?”

confused, y/n turned his head to the entrance of the kitchen, and was met with a familiar multi ghoul leaning against the door frame. swiss, with his arms crossed, looked at them in an almost amused manner.

y/n looked down at his hands to see that he was indeed, holding a jar of mayonnaise. he didn’t even notice, he was probably way too tired to even function. sighing heavily, he opened the fridge and put it back inside.

“sorry, i didn’t notice.” y/n responded, looking downcast to avoid swiss’ gaze

“i can tell.” swiss replied back with a cheeky tone, before he made his way over to y/n. he could already tell something was up.

“so what are you doing up so late?” swiss asked, his tone of voice shifting into a more caring one. y/n didn’t respond, his silence was already a good enough answer for swiss, and the multi ghoul sighed.

“that bad, huh?”

“it’s always bad, swiss. but tonight has just really fucked me over.”

swiss let out another heavy breath of concern, and brought his large, clawed hand to gently rub y/n’s back— who was currently hunched over the kitchen island, head bent down. it was the most he could do to comfort the poor boy.

at that moment, heavy, but gentle footsteps, made their way into the kitchen, causing both y/n and swiss to look over at the kitchen.

it was mountain. he must’ve heard one of them come down to the kitchen. tilting his head in confusion, he turned to swiss.

“what’s going on?” the earth ghoul asked, almost innocently.

“insomnia is kicking y/n’s ass again.” swiss replied back, his tail flicking a bit as he spoke. he then went back to rubbing y/n’s back.

“damn right it is.” y/n groaned out, his forehead resting against the table as he just let swiss rub his back.

mountain just let out an ‘ah’ at Swiss’ answer. he felt bad for the poor boy, he knew how bad insomnia could get at times. all he knew now was that y/n needed some comfort.

the drummer turned to look at the vocalist, and the two exchanged a knowing look before nodding at each other. at that moment, the earth ghoul scooped up y/n in his strong arms, cradling him like a baby— which made them yelp from the sudden change.

“what the—!? hey what are you guys doing??” y/n asked almost suspiciously, wondering what in hell these two ghouls had in mind.

“what do you think, honey?” swiss said from behind mountain, peeking over the earth ghoul’s shoulder to look at y/n. “we’re going to help you.”

it wasn’t long until the trio reached mountain’s room. y/n breathed in the fresh aroma of healing herbs and fresh water, must’ve been from the decorative plants in mountain’s room.

being the gentle giant he was, mountain carefully placed y/n on the center of his queen sized bed, and it wasn’t long until the two ghouls were all over y/n.

swiss was cuddled up on the right side of y/n’s body, his head buried under the curve of their neck, while his arms proceeded to wrap around y/n’s waist and his legs tangled in the other’s. mountain then moved to y/n’s left side, his chest pressing against the smaller boy’s back softly while he draped his long arms over y/n’s and swiss’ bodies to move them closer to him. the earth ghoul’s tail was also wrapped around y/N’s leg affectionately.

the position was… oddly comfortable, and it was quite serene too. it put y/n’s mind at ease, and his muscles visible relaxed after being stiff for so long. both swiss and mountain took notice of this, and started to purr lovingly— the vibrations of their purrs only serving to further heal y/n.

“this is nice…” y/n muttered out softly, to which swiss chuckled slightly.

“told ya we’d help, pretty boy.” swiss teased back slightly, making y/n only rolled his eyes at him.

“oh shut up.” they retorted, eliciting a chuckle from mountain, who rested his chin on top of y/n’s head.

“alright, simmer down you two. i think we all need to sleep. especially you, y/n.” mountain said with a more firm, but soft tone, making both swiss and y/n nod.

swiss couldn’t resist, but he pressed a soft kiss onto y/n’s cheek to help comfort him, which in turn made them giggle from the ticklish feeling. mountain let out another chuckle and placed a kiss on top of y/n’s head, purring softly right after.

y/n definitely wasn’t expecting his night to go like this. being pulled into a cuddle pile with the flirty multi ghoul, swiss— and the sweet and gentle earth ghoul, mountain.

his insomnia was definitely bad.

but these two ghoul’s provided enough comfort for him to make him feel safe.

and that feeling was enough to allow his mind drift off into a dreamless, but peaceful sleep, appreciating the warmth of another’s arms.

Our Little Brother

Asgard is a very strange place, at least that’s what Y/N thinks. The third son of Odin and Freya sometimes wonders how can pass as an Asgardian.

The population of warriors clashes with Y/N’s personality perfectly. The latter, as the God of Nature, is petit and plump figure, along with his shy and kind personality, he couldn’t be more different than his people.

“Y/N, my dearest flower, what has you so troubled?”

Ah, his mother, Y/N loves his mother dearly, she is the strongest woman that he knows. Freya taught Y/N a lot of things, thanks to her he became a master in healing magic.

When he was younger, Thor and Loki joked that Y/N was a mama’s boy, but they found it very cute.

“Nothing too troublesome, mother, I’m just worried about them.”

Them, Y/N is referring to his father and brothers. The three of them were at some war campaign, Y/N doesn’t remember, he never liked wars anyway.

But, the fought of losing his brothers and father breaks his hart. Every time this happened, Y/N worried that they wouldn’t come back.

Y/N loved his brothers dearly, Thor and Loki were his heroes, always protecting him, always making sure he was all right.

They were so different, but yet, so alike. Thor was an extrovert, a booming force, perhaps a little childish, but he had a good heart.

Loki, he was closed off, some would say he was mean and evil, but, there was no denying, he was extremely intelligent. Always ready to defend Y/N if he needed it. You don’t want to get on his bad side…

“Why are crying, my dearest brother, who hurt you?”

One time, when Loki discovered someone was making fun of his brother because of his weight, Loki cursed them, and Y/N never so his bully again.

And Thor, he didn’t mind physically fighting someone who offended his brother.

“Y/N, we’re back!”

After hearing his brother’s booming voice, Y/N ran to the throne room. Finding, his brothers and father, still in their armours.

He practically jumped in Loki’s arms, the God of Mischief wrapping his arms around Y/N, to stabilise him.

“You’re such a baby sometimes, Y/N. Did you miss me that much?” Loki teased.

“Shut up! I know you like it!”

“Don’t I get a hug?” Thor asked, rubbing the back of his neck.

After hugging and kissing Loki loads, Y/N jumped into Thor’s strong arms. The eldest brother spinning him, laughing like a child.

“He has blossomed into a handsome young man.” Y/N heard his father whisper to his mother.

Y/N loved moments like this, where they could all be together, like a true family.

Sure, they weren’t perfect, but they were his family. And Y/N loved his family with all his heart.

Secret

Captain Price x M!DogHybrid!Reader

Warnings: MORE HYBRID SHIT, I’m in a Price mood Ngl, bjs and shit, uhh workplace sex?? Idk, cigar smoking, uhh idk you’re under a desk and someone comes in, gay, bleh, no established relationship?, not proof read

★ Being hired as a hybrid to work with the Task force meant many responsibilities. A lot of those responsibilities meant being around the captain a lot. You didn’t complain, following orders was just something you were meant to do. If he called for you, you would come. Like a dog to its owner, you didn’t complain or get annoyed when you saw him. You were fine with the captain, even enjoying his company from time to time. Sometimes he would just call you in to sit in his office, strike up a conversation involving a topic or two before sending you on your way. It didn’t bother you, even if it was just to collect a few pieces of information from you.

★ Some would even make jokes about you two getting it on in his office, Price quickly shutting down the idea being spread by any dumb rookie. You would just chuckle at the comments, the way he would immediately stop the words from spreading would surprise you. It wasn’t like it was a lie, anyway. When someone would bring up that joke, your mind would immediately skip to what you did in his office last night. Your ears would twitch on your head, tail wagging out of sight while Price chewed out the recruit. He was hot when he was serious, you weren’t going to lie. You were always more than excited when he would use that tone on you, too. The way he could easily command you always made your stomach feel warm, the instinct to be obedient to him made it easier for you to comply.

★ The jokes floating among the rookies weren’t just pulled out of thin air, most of the time. A few could swear on their lives that the few times they’ve walked by his office, muffled groans could be heard on the other side. Others, they heard quiet whimpers, or the quiet rocking of his desk. Maybe the captain just liked to do certain activities in his office, and no one had the balls to ask what they were. But deep down, they all came to the conclusion that Price was in there having his way with you. The way you submit to him wasn’t unnoticed, even though it could just pass as you being a loyal hybrid.

★ And maybe that was what it was that was making you like this, the need to please an authority figure making you more vulnerable to him. And for the many times noises were heard, that’s exactly what was happening inside. The shuffling of a desk rocking and the whimpers were no mistakenly the heard sound, the captain fucking into you at a brutal pace as you were bent over his desk. Tears collected in your eyes as you moan and whine, his rough hands holding you in place. One of his hands was kept on your neck, holding you still. The other was holding onto that tail of yours, keeping it from getting in the way. In a way, he found its frantic movements adorable, your body giving non verbal signs of enjoyment.

★ Then there was the groaning, that one giving itself away sometimes. You would be in his office, snug sitting under his desk on your knees. You had come in maybe thirty minutes before, a hazy look in your eyes as he looks up at you from his papers. He calls you over, asking every appropriate question before inviting you under his desk. He makes sure you want it, grabbing your chin gently and making you look up at him. He asks one more time for good measure, finally letting you free his cock from his pants as he continues to smoke on his lit cigar. After a few minutes, your slowly easing his cock into your mouth, quiet whimpers leaving your throat.

★ Price doesn’t force it in, or pull it out of your mouth. He knows to let you take your time, this being some sort of stress reliever to you. Every once in a while he’ll reach down and stroke his hand through your hair, chuckling at the sound of your tail thumping against the wood of his desk. The smell of the cigar fills your nose as you continue to suck on his cock, your eyes still holding that hazy hue as you look up at him most of the time. At one point, he blows the smoke of the cigar playfully down at you, chuckling as you groan and try to swat the smoke away. You both sit in a comfortable silence for a while, enjoying each others company.

★ Well it was quiet, until you heard the unmistakable sound of a knock on the door. You panic, sitting up quickly only to hit your head on his desk. You whine, rubbing at your now throbbing head as you look up at Price, panicked. He gently shushes you, grabbing your chin and slowly guiding you back to his cock. You open your mouth obediently, even though your eyes hold so much confusion. He presses a finger to his lips, a small “shh” sound leaving from behind it as he moves his chair closer to his desk. You choke slightly on his cock, small noises leaving you as you wait for his instructions. What surprises you is when you hear a very audible “come in!” from the captain, your eyes holding a slight sense of fear. He just sneaks his hand down slowly to gently rub at your ears, putting his cigar out as the person walks in.

★ Its a casual conversation on details for a mission you’re all going on, Prices hand leaving from below the desk to shuffle around some files on top of it. The recruit stays longer than you would like for them to, taking Prices cock out of your mouth and licking at his tip. You smirk slightly as he glances down at you, fully aware of what you’re doing. Your tail thumps quietly against the floor, almost wanting for you both to get caught. Price clears his throat and leans back slightly and continues talking to the recruit, his foot slowly moving to press down on your tail, a quiet noise of shock leaving you as his boot holds it in place.

★ When the recruit finally leaves, Prices chair is moved back out, his foot moving off of your tail as he glares down at you. You give him a playful smile, yelping somewhat in surprise as his hand moves to the back of your head. Your head is forced down on his cock, pathetic whimpers and small gags leaving you as he guides your head on his length, drool seeping from around his cock as you let him do it. Tears prickle in your eyes as he stills his movements, hand pressing your head down and releasing down your throat. He slowly eases his dick out of your mouth, watching you cough quietly and swallow. He hands you a small water bottle he has sitting on his desk, tucking his cock back into his pants as you drink from it. He moves his chair out to let you leave, only for you to shake your head. He hums, moving back in and letting you follow through with your own idea as he moves to his papers again. You hum contently, resting your head on his lap.

★ Who wouldn’t want that kind of attention from their Captain?

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ENJOY THIS FANFIC 😘😘

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Comfort.

Hobie x gn!reader FLUFF!

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Summary: You were feeling like shit and that led to loss of sleep and etc. Hobie took notice and decided to pop in while you were crying and helped you out, along with a lot of hugs and comfort (need that fr).

Contains: relatable reader 🥲, hobie being a w, life is shit, crying, hobie best comfort pillow, clingy hobie, and yes.

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You had been feeling like shit lately. You had no idea how much it had been affecting you until you found yourself on the brink of tears after every single inconvenience.

Luckily, your best friend, Hobie had been noticing your change of mood and decided to pay you visit one night..

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A knock on your window was heard as you were interrupted from your cry session, your pillow soaking in your tears.

“Hey.. it’s me, luv. Can I come in?” Hobie’s muffled voice was heard from the other side of the window.

You propped yourself up with your elbows and sat up from your bed, sniffling as you wiped your wet eyes with your arm. You stood up from your bed, stumbling over to the window as you unlocked it, opening the window as the cold breeze hit your skin, making you jolt up slightly.

Hobie quickly let himself in, shutting and locking the window as he turned around to study your face.

Your eyes were red and puffy and your breathing was ragged and disheveled. You seemed zoned out as you stared at the floor, not saying a word as your heavy breaths and sniffles was the only sound coming from you.

Hobie opened his arms and pulled you close, craning his neck so he could put his head on your shoulder while he rubbed your back, your face buried into his chest, the coldness from the night wind quickly being replaced by his body warmth.

The way he rubbed your back and hummed into your skin made you go over the edge, quickly bursting into tears as you gripped onto his shirt, his chest getting wet from your tears soaking into the soft fabric.

“Shhh.. luv. I’m here.. it’s going to be okay..” His thick accent making you cry more. He had some sort of effect on you, a safe feeling every time he came near you.

After a bit, Hobie spoke up again. “Do you wan’ to tell me wha’s wrong now?” You nodded, your quick breaths coming out your mouth as you began to speak.

Hobie only nodded as he continued rubbing your back, giving you occasional nods and hums as he listened to you ramble on everything that had been happening, and also the fact that you slowly began to say that you hated life and nothing was making you as happy anymore.

You knew he felt sad as you continued on, his hand going slower before eventually stopping and kept it pressed onto your back. He slowly moved his head so then he could face you, taking your hand and bringing you to the bed, him sitting down as he looked at you. “Sit down wit’ me, luv.”

You did so and he shook his head, pulling your legs over so you were sitting on his lap, softly pushing your chest so your could rest on him, soft hums coming from him as he took your hands in his and rubbed the back of your palms.

“Y/N..” You mumbled a “yes?”, moving your head back so you could rest on his shoulder, him looking down at you.

“I’m here for you, you know tha’, righ’?” You nodded, the tears slowly coming to a stop as he brought his hand up and wiped them away.

“Don’ be afraid to come chat with me, m’kay? I’m all yours.” You nodded again, moving your head back down as you stared at his hand rubbing yours, a soft smile on your face. He brought the other hand and wrapped it around your waist, pulling you closer to him.

He smiled too. “Look a’ me for a sec, luv.” You did so and he brought his lips down and kissed your forehead, a soft chuckle escaping him, amused by your reaction as your lips parted for a second.

“Go on and rest now, Y/N. I’ll be here when you wake.”

BONUS!! 💕

The morning sun shone through the blinds of your window and the birds tweeted outside.

A soft groan escaped your lips as your eyes fluttered open, bringing your hand up as you rubbed your eyes. That was when you rendered in what was happening and you felt a pair of large arms tightening around you.

“Mm.. stay still.” Hobie’s voice rumbled lowly, he was clearly half-awake.

A smile creeped up on your lips as you snuggled closer to him, his body heat and scent making you feel sleepy again.

“I’m not planning to go anywhere.” You said.

A soft chuckle was heard above you as his arms around you tightened more.

“Good. You’re not gonna leave my grasp for a while then, luv.”

WHOOP WHOOP I FINISHED 😈😈😈😈😈😈😈😈 HOPE YOU LIKED IT AS MUCH AS I ENJOYED WRITING THIS SINCE IT WAS SUCH AN ADORABLE CONCEPT💕💕

ALWAYS LOVE AND TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF 😘💕😻 MUAHHH!!

….gyatt. 🤭💥

Slowly, For You - Papa Emeritus II x Male!Reader (NSFW)

Forgive me father, for I have sinned.

Anyways, I wrote some fun times for my wife finally. Sorry for my mutuals/followers who are still waiting for my Adrian and Marvel shit to update. Y'all gotta wait until I stop wanting to fuck this old man

Short and simple; not proof read

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NSFW WARNING: handjobs, slight voyeurism mentioned

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A cheek was pressed softly against a thigh, eyes upturned towards the looming figure above them.

Slow, lazy, strokes were being done by the hand merely inches from the face; slowly getting the man above him off

Y/n watched as Secondo tried to focus on his work. The man was straight faced, but every few minutes when Y/n would press his thumb into the head his mouth would become a flat line and his breath would pick up ever so slightly.

A hand was in Y/n's hair, petting Y/n's head with just as slow movements as the hand on his dick. Y/n smiled sweetly at the small form of affection. It was all he needed in return. He just wanted to please his Papa.

Y/n heard a page flip and the fire ghoul who was collecting books to return to the library left. Y/n saw Secondo's eyes glance down at him and he took that as his cue.

His movements became more fast paced, as he was now allowed to actually do so. He watched as Secondo's mouth parted but no noise came out. It made Y/n's stomach flutter seeing him slowly coming undone.

Y/n put more effort into it and Secondo finally let out a shuddering groan and leaned back in his seat. He put down his pen and tilted his head back. Y/n could feel the muscles in Secondo's thigh slightly move and twitch under his cheek.

Y/n watched with pleasure as the man finally came; his mouth opening with a silent gasp and his thighs jolting. Y/n kept his hand moving, a bit slower though, as he rode out the high. Y/n didn't mind the feeling of the cum on his hand. It wasn't the worst feeling he's every experienced and would love to feel it anytime with Secondo.

Secondo let out a sigh and Y/n let go of his dick. He brought the hand up to his mouth and made eye contact with Secondo as his eyes opened. Y/n slowly licked it off his hand with a smile. Secondo watched him with light amusement until it was done.

When Y/n's hand was free of the substance, Secondo carefully pulled him up and off his knees. He helped Y/n into his lap and kissed him tenderly. Y/n was glad that the man wasn't wearing his Papal makeup, as it would be a bitch to explain and clean up.

"You did so well." Secondo spoke softly to Y/n, who smiled back.

"Thank you, Papa. Anything for you." Y/n pressed another kiss to the man's lips.

Back on my affectionate reader bullshit because I just want to smother those assholes with love.

TF 141 x Male! Reader

Kissing the homies goodnight.

18+ Minors DNI!

Cw: whole lotta fluff, it only gets suggestive at the end and that's it

It started with a joke. Gaz drunkenly saying "Hey, if I win will you give me a goodnight kiss?" Before you start a game of cards, you all laughed it off then. Until it starts getting later in the evening and when you excuse yourself to go to bed Soap calls out to you with a chuckle, "Ey, don't forget about Gaz's kiss" you trudge your way back to them eyes drooping. They all expect you to kick Soap or something akin to that, but you surprise them by leaning down and placing a kiss on Gaz's eyebrow before tiredly muttering a "goodnight" and walking away.

And if that didn't give them any ideas..

For the next week it was usually Soap and Gaz pestering you about your kisses being rewards.

"If I shoot all the targets will you give me a kiss?"

"If I beat him in this fight will you give me a kiss?"

It gives them such a boost of energy.

You don't expect anyone else other than them to ask you for one until you're watching a game on the telly with Ghost. "If my team wins, I want a reward like them" He says to you, referencing Soap and Gaz and you nod albeit a bit shocked.

And by a stroke of luck his team wins, you reward him with a kiss to his temple.

And when it comes to Price.. 

It occurred after a tough but successful mission, and it was all thanks to you. What you had to handle was rough but you still came back with minimal injuries.

After a quick check up and shower you head to the common room on base to lounge with your team, but when you just stepped in the area Price got himself up from the couch claiming he needs to get back to work. 

As he passed you he said a quick "Good job out there lad." And held you by your shoulder to pull you close and kiss you right on your cheek before walking away leaving you stunned.

The team saw it all of course, sitting still a bit stunned as well, seemed like your habit of kissing your homies rubbed off on the captain.

You were too focused on the lingering feeling of Price's beard scratching your face that you didn't hear Soap saying how that it's so unfair, how he also had a successful mission but didn't get a kiss from their dear captain, only realizing you've been standing there like an idiot this whole time when Soap ran past you trying to catch up with the captain to claim his well deserved prize.

And it just evolves from there, everyone gives each other kisses. 

It started off as conglatutory kisses like before, then it'll go to "kiss it better" kisses

(Like if Ghost trained so hard he gets bloody knuckles Price will kiss them better, or if Soap suffered an injury Gaz would be there to kiss his bandages, or if Gaz just had a rough day and is incredibly stressed you'd kiss his temple)

Then eventually everytime any of you are about to leave for a mission you all give a kiss to whoever's going for good luck, and when they come back it's those pushing mouth aggressively to cheek kisses happy that they came back alive and well.

And it goes to the point where any chance you get you'll exchange small kisses. Passing each other in the hall way? A kiss to the cheek. Finding each other in the kitchen late at night to grab a drink? A kiss on the forehead. One of you had a brutal nightmare? Boom, get kissed on your damn head, hell why not cuddle while you're at it? (You did cuddle while you're at it)

It doesn't take long for the kisses to trail closer to the lips, for the kisses to trail to your neck and collarbones as well. It doesn't take long for it to evolve from small pecks to heated make out sessions, desperate to feel each other's mouths even deeper. It doesn't take long for the five of you to end up swapping spit late at night, sloppily making out with whoever's mouth is open and wanting, stripping each other's clothes even with your mouth occupied.

After that it's no question to kiss the homies goodnight, hell it usually ends with more than a kiss.