#man. that feeling when you get to know a baby and they cuddle you for the first time and you melt and die

[4ranghaes]

I know you posted it almost a month ago at time I’m writing this request… but would you mind doing a follow up to that one with bnd and reader getting walked in on by another member? Like what is it like the next day? How much teasing can they endure? Will Woonhak be able to survive Jaehyun’s talk?

You don’t have to do a continuation of all the members if you do this request, I was mostly curious about Woonhak.

ot6 bnd x reader [kinda funny, fluff, fem!reader]

pt.2 to this!!!

a/n: okay i actually loved this and i wanted to do a pt.2 to taesan’s too so i just did all of them😭😭

sungho🎀

you walked into the kitchen, sungho’s t-shirt covering your body, as well as your pyjama bottoms. you poured two glasses of juice, smiling politely at riwoo and taesan who sat at the dining table. they just stared at you.

“i’m sorry, taesan! but in our defence, why didn’t you knock?!” you broke the silence, riwoo just laughing while taesan looked insulted.

“why weren’t you making noise?! any normal person does!” he threw back, as you rolled your eyes.

“whatever,” you laughed, “we were gonna order some food, do either of you want anything?” riwoo perked up opposite taesan, who sat pouting.

“just call sungho out here and we’ll talk,” riwoo smiled.

“um,” you paused, your boyfriend’s earlier words echoing in your head.

“i’m not going out there! if you want juice, you’ll have to get it yourself. i can’t look him in the eye right now.”

“i-i know what he wants anyway, it’s fine,” you said, awkwardly.

“oh my god, i can not have this ruining the dorm,” riwoo said, dramatically, “park sungho! get out here!”

“stop! he’s really embarrassed,” you said, shoving riwoo as you sat down beside him, pulling out your phone to flick through the delivery app.

“yeah i bet he is,” taesan rolled his eyes, before covering his face with his hands, “oh my god the image is seared into my brain!”

“well you could’ve left a bit quicker!” you exclaimed, “also, how do you think i feel?! why are you more embarrassed when you’ve seen me naked?!”

taesan stopped then, as the two of you shared an awkward look.

the silence was broken by your boyfriend appearing out of his room, wrapped in his duvet.

“han dongmin. if you say one thing, i’m leaving.”

“what, the band?” taesan teased.

“dongmin!” sungho scolded, collapsing onto the sofa. “i want dakgalbi.”

“okay, baby, we’ll get you dakgalbi,” you agreed, laughing at your boyfriend’s childish behaviour.

taesan just fake-cried, slamming his head into the table. “get out my brain!”

riwoo🦦🍡

“i’m kinda hungry,” you said, putting your phone down and rolling over, cuddling up to your boyfriend’s side. “shall we go and make that fried rice now?”

“or… shall we order?” riwoo grinned, wiggling his phone at you.

you gasped, “shall we?! wait. do you just not want to leave your room in case you see leehan?”

riwoo scoffed, already scrolling through the app, “no!”

you glared at him, riwoo sparing a glance to you as he rolled his eyes, “fine. yes. i don’t think he’s gonna say anything, i’m just embarrassed. i mean i literally moaned in front of him.”

you giggled, getting up and exiting the room, riwoo watching with a screwed up expression. you were right, even though you hadn’t said it, he knew your sentiment, he couldn’t spend his life in his room. but, this would pass in a day or two…

suddenly, leehan appeared at the door, breaking riwoo out of his concerns. you were stood behind him like a supportive mum.

“i’m sorry, hyung,” leehan spoke, face expressionless, “i should have knocked, i should have noticed sooner. i’m sorry.”

riwoo groaned, burying his face in his hands, “this is worse!”

“well what do you want me to say?” leehan laughed, “hyung, look, i’m sorry, but it’s life! i don’t care, also it’s not like i saw anything.”

riwoo hummed, getting out of bed and coming over to the two of you.

“what?” leehan said, as he was face to face with the man.

“get out of the way. i’m so hungry i could die, i need to make myself food.”

“you have been avoiding going outside!” you exclaimed.

“of course i have!” riwoo laughed, before grabbing leehan’s hand as they walked through the hallway. “wait. but seriously donghyun, if you tell any of the other members, i’ll—”

“what? that you and your girlfriend dry hump?” leehan laughed, riwoo smacking his shoulder.

“shut up, idiot.”

jaehyun🪻🐕

“we need to implement some serious boundaries in this band!” woonhak yelled, storming out his bedroom, taesan close behind.

“oh, it’s taesan now? it’s usually myungjae that’s being said about,” riwoo snickered.

“no one beats jaehyun, though,” taesan scoffed, still hanging off woonhak, despite the clear annoyance from the maknae, “what other friends have to implement a ‘no sex in the living room rule’?!”

“yeah, well, just be glad i stick to it,” jaehyun said, saluting all the members, while you smacked his chest.

“myung jaehyun, you absolute liar!” sungho yelled.

“oh god,” woonhak laughed, “hyung?! again?!”

“i walked in on those two making out the other day,” sungho said, now facing the rest of the members for a dramatic retelling.

“that’s not—”

“shared conversation, and everything!” sungho exclaimed, “and the entire time! he was continuing to finger her! under her skirt!”

“what the fuck?”

“myungjae—”

“please! oh my god!”

“jesus christ.”

jaehyun just laughed, while you hid your face in his shoulder, “what can i say?”

“oh my god,” you groaned. you pulled away, grimacing at the boys, “i’m so sorry, i don’t know why he’s like this.”

“yeah, yeah, you were there too, y/n! don’t act innocent,” sungho teased.

“she’s wearing a skirt, guys,” leehan said, smirking, “we should be careful, they could be up to something right now.”

“shut up, donghyun, that’s so—” you cut yourself off with a gasp as jaehyun ran his hand up your inner thigh, cupping your clothed heat. “myung jaehyun! stop it! you’re such a pervert.”

your boyfriend just giggled, removing his hand and leaning his head on your shoulder, the rest of the members groaning, riwoo and taesan even getting up and walking away, all while myungjae laughed to himself.

“i hope you’re having fun,” you said, sarcastically, peering down at him.

myungjae grinned, “of course i am.”

taesan🎸🐈‍⬛

“hi,” taesan said, entering riwoo’s bedroom.

“hey.”

“did you… get that jar open?”

“nope,” riwoo shook his head, offering an awkward smile to his friend.

taesan sighed, groaning, “i’m so sorry you had to see… that, but also—”

“i’m not gonna tell the others, tae,” riwoo smiled, “don’t worry.”

taesan sighed a breath of relief, “thank you, sanghyuk, genuinely—”

“i might tell my therapist, but, you know, they won’t tell anyone.”

taesan whined, burying his face in his hands, “oh god, i’m so embarrassed.”

“no, don’t be,” riwoo laughed, “i’m into it, actually. just didn’t realise you were too.”

“mmhmm,” taesan nodded, screwing up his face, “too raw to talk about it. maybe another time.”

riwoo laughed, nodding and waving taesan off.

“okay,” taesan nodded curtly, leaving the room, “thanks, hyung.”

he closed the door behind him, returning to his own bedroom where you were laid on the bed. you turned to smile at your boyfriend as he entered, placing your phone down.

“you do it?”

taesan nodded, trudging over to the bed where he collapsed into your arms, “he said he won’t tell anyone besides his therapist.”

you laughed, kissing his head, “well done, baby.”

taesan groaned, burying his face in your body, “fuck that’s so embarrassing. i actually want to die.”

leehan🪸🐠 [this one went in a very different direction to the others so.. smut content warning]

“thanks, woonhak,” sungho laughed, welcoming the boy back out of leehan’s bedroom and into the living room.

“why do i always loose the bets?” woonhak sighed.

“we seriously need to talk with them. how can they always be this loud?” taesan grumbled.

woonhak swallowed, “it was… hot though.”

jaehyun laughed loudly, shoving the maknae, “yeah? you liked it? perv.”

“shut up! just… objectively,” he said, embarrassed, “obviously i don’t want to see y/n noona like that, but…”

“what… what did it look like, woonhak? i mean, what were they doing?” riwoo asked, all the boys subconsciously leaning forward to listen in.

“well donghyun was sat on his desk chair,” woonhak swallowed, “and y/n was on his lap. but, i mean, her entire ass was covered in… you know.”

“in cum?” jaehyun finished, woonhak nodding in response. the boys somewhat laughed, but anyone could tell they were turned on.

“and- before they knew i was there, leehan kind of… took some and fed it to her,” woonhak said, clearing his throat as he nodded, “fuck. that was really hot actually.”

“damn,” taesan spoke.

“fuck,” sungho nodded.

riwoo and jaehyun had pulled pillows and a discarded hoodie over their laps.

“what’s up,” leehan suddenly spoke, emerging from his bedroom. he still wasn’t wearing a shirt, but he had sweatpants covering his lower half, slung low on his hips. his hair was slightly wet with sweat, lips swollen.

“nothing,” woonhak said suddenly.

“you were watching us, right?” leehan smirked, “perv.”

“shut up! you’re the one having sex loud enough for the whole dorm to hear!”

“you’re all jealous,” leehan teased, downing a glass of water, “get a girlfriend and tell me you don’t want to do just that.”

the boys all sighed, going back to their various activities until you emerged from leehan’s room. despite your hardest efforts, you seemed to be walking with a limp, and, as chance would have it, the only bathroom was past the living room.

you smiled awkwardly as you passed by, the boys all staring at you, trying to hide their own heavy breathing.

though your body was covered, they could almost see it. plus, the few hickies on the back of your neck and shoulders that were revealed as you walked by didn’t help.

when you disappeared into the bathroom, their eyelines fell to leehan who was smirking.

“losers.”

woonhak🧸

“this is the worst.”

you turned to look at woonhak, bursting into laughter at his unhappy expression.

“i’m serious, y/n. we’re busted. this is worse than my parents finding out,” your boyfriend groaned.

you were both sat on the sofa in the living room like two naughty children, pyjamas covering your bodies the next morning, while jaehyun paced up and down the kitchen, ever the dramatic.

he finally entered the living room, staring at you with the cutest angry expression ever. “when did this start?”

woonhak groaned, but he had promise to answer all his questions, “y/n’s birthday, earlier this year.”

you suppressed a laugh, nodding seriously as jaehyun took a dramatic deep breath.

“and who initiated last night?”

“hyung!” woonhak whined.

“you said all my questions!”

“fine!” woonhak sighed in defeat, “i did. i even came home early from the studio cause i was horny, and i knew y/n was here, sorry! sue me! hyung, you can’t say anything i’m an adult now!”

jaehyun wiped fake tears from his eyes, “and were you adults using protection?”

you nodded as woonhak frowned.

“what?” you laughed.

“d-did we?” he asked, suddenly worried as he looked to you.

you furrowed your eyebrows, “did we?! i don’t know woonhak you’re in charge of it!”

“y-yeah. yeah we did.”

“are you sure?” you asked, gripping woonhak’s hair to get him to look at you.

“oh my god,” jaehyun said, laying down on the floor.

“not the time hyung! i’m checking the rubbish.”

you groaned, laughing at the ridiculousness of the situation. you turned to jaehyun, “are you done?”

jaehyun chuckled, nodding, “yeah, i just like to wind him up. just take care of him, okay? and please use protection.”

you nodded sheepishly, woonhak coming back into the room with a successful smile on his face.

“we did! we did. it’s in the bin,” woonhak smiled, coming and sitting back on the sofa, giving you a quick kiss as he did.

jaehyun had obviously grown tired of his own antics, but as taesan entered the room, an evil smile grew on his face.

“taesan-ah!” he yelled.

“no! hyung!” woonhak whined, diving to the floor to tackle the leader.

but jaehyun was ever persistent, “woonhak’s having sex now! our baby! he’s all grown up, taesan-ah!”

“what?!”

[truth-shifts]

No one asked

BUT

🧟‍♂️ The Walking Dead 🧟‍♂️

Simple Man - Lynyrd Skynyrd

Daryl, Hannah, Negan, and my pets Sabbath and Phantom

My combat ability, How people and animals feel safe and comfortable with me, My style (a necessity during the end of the world as I’m sure you know)

No but I can kick a grown man’s ass black widow style at the gigantuous height of 5’4"

I’m excellent at fighting, especially with a sniper on a machete. I’m the best scavenger in the group, it’s like I can smell where all the good shit is hiding. People trust me easily so I can diffuse arguments or even get the enemy to trust me and then break shit apart from the inside.

18 at my first shift

Daryl, my man, found me on the brink of death in the woods while we still lived at the quarry. It was about a week ish before Rick showed up. He’d never admit it at the time but he was so worried about me, he’d watch my breathing while I rested but would still check my heartbeat every few minutes just to make sure I was ok.

Pre-apocalypse it was the original flavour Mother energy drinks, during outbreak it was water cause we had nothing else, and at Alexandria I always steal apples from the pantry to make apple juice

I journal or draw, Play acoustic guitar if we have one, Talk with my friends, Annoy the men (specifically Daryl and Joel), Play fetch with my dog, Hangout with the animals (usually the goats or the ducks cause they’re funny)

Pre-apocalypse: Whenever Negan and I would play video games on the couch, Lucille always cheering me on as we both trash talk Negan, covering his eyes to help me, distracting him with a kiss and making all of us laugh in the process or When I would show up at Negan’s place in the middle of the night after my parents fought again and no matter how tired he was, he always read me books until I fell asleep, making sure I was safe and comfortable. So basically anytime I was at Negan’s and my life felt normal, away from my parents. Post-Apocalypse: Finding Hannah and Negan again after being seperated for months/years (Negan was short lived but still) or Negan waking up in the infirmary after the saviours war, trying to speak but he can’t so he signs “I love you”, the only piece of sign language he remembers from when I tried to teach him 6 years earlier. or Kissing Daryl for the first time and watching this 36 year old man blush and stutter afterwards. or Finding the group again after the fall of the prison, daryl and I running to each other and hugging while whispering thanks to a god neither of us truly believe in.

My hair is pretty long so I plait it so it’s out of the way, or just a simple messy bun (Photo at the bottom)

I collect patches and pins for my bags, I collect daggers and other cool knives, I keep a collection of Polaroids, I collect DVD’s, CD’s, and Vinyl Records (in Alexandria), and I collect marvel trading cards (like how Ellie collected savage starlight cards in tlou)

Spring cause the vibrancy and the flowers make the world look less dull, it reminds me of the old world

Quarry: sitting on the edge of the quarry with my legs dangling, my back against a tree as I journal. Farm: if you’re standing in front of the house looking out over the paddock, there’s a tree swing on the right hand side of the property and it’s surrounded by daisies and little purple flowers. Prison: I cleared out the guards room in the prison and it had an old leather couch with some old mixtapes and a radio, I brought in books and now only me and a few people have keys to it, like our own little hide out hole. Alexandria: On the roof of our house or in the Rabbit enclosure for cuddles, or with the baby horses, goats, cows if it’s breeding season. There’s also a field of flowers not too far outside the walls that I go to for when I need to recharge from people completely.

Gabriel, Spencer, Abraham when he’s in his me of his moods

Vanilla girl till I’m DEAD

⟡ questions to answer as your dr self ⊹ ₊˚

here is a part 2! ໒꒰ྀི ๑ ´ ˘ ` ू ꒱ྀིა

1. what’s a song that reminds you of your s/o?

2. who makes you the happiest?

3. what are 3 things you like about yourself?

4. do you have specific powers / abilities?

5. what are your skills?

6. how old are you?

7. how did you meet your s/o?

8. what’s your favorite drink?

9. what do you like to do when your bored?

10. favorite memory you have?

11. how do you usually style your hair?

12. do you like collecting stuff? if so, what is it?

13. what is your favorite season?

14. what’s your favorite spot to relax?

15. who is someone you don’t like?

16. favorite scent?

[dioslesbianwife]

i saw this on tiktok and thought it was hilarious, could i get the jojo’s reacting to you calling them your current boyfriend/girlfriend? tysm <3

lol sure, thank u for requesting, hope you enjoy <33

Jonathan Joestar

You: “This is my current boyfriend, Jonathan.”

HE LOOKS LIKE YOU SLAPPED HIM. 😭

“Current?! My dear… are you- am I being replaced?”

His entire world shatters. This Victorian man is ready to duel the unknown future suitor in your imagination.

“I-I must ask- have I done something to make you feel uncertain about our commitment? I would never- !”

You have to immediately explain it’s a joke or he will write you a dramatic love letter.

Joseph Joestar

You: “This is my current boyfriend, Joseph.”

“Well damn, babe! That makes me sound like a limited-time offer!”

Laughs it off at first… but then blinks… “Wait. Wait wait wait. CURRENT?? As in temporary?? Babe, hold on- ”

Starts trying to flex and list reasons you should renew his subscription. “Hey hey hey, I’m a classic! You get jokes AND abs- who else is offering that combo??”

Lowkey insecure later and brings it up again like “So just checking… I’m not on thin ice, right?”

Jotaro Kujo

You: “This is my current boyfriend, Jotaro.”

“…What the hell does that mean.”

Tugs his hat down and glares at you like you insulted his bloodline.

He doesn’t say much in public but the death aura is strong.

Later when you’re alone, he deadpans: “You planning to trade me in for a newer model or something?”

You laugh, but he pulls you close and murmurs: “You’re mine. Don’t forget that.”

Josuke Higashikata

You: “This is my current boyfriend, Josuke.”

“WHAAAT?! ‘Current’?!”

“Babe, you can’t just say that in public! People are gonna think I cheated or something!!”

Gets super flustered, adjusts his hair, stumbles over his words.

“I-I mean, I know we’re still kinda new but like… I’m serious about you, okay?”

Later he’s all pouty and clingy, like “I’m your future boyfriend too, right?”

Giorno Giovanna

You: “This is my current boyfriend, Giorno.”

He freezes mid-sip of tea. Eyes narrowed. Calculating.

“Interesting choice of words… Is there a reason you emphasized current?”

Doesn’t show it, but he’s spiraling. Already strategizing how to permanently lock this relationship down.

Casually says later, “I hope you know I don’t date temporarily. When I commit, it’s for life.”

Has a golden ring in his drawer by the end of the day.

Jolyne Cujoh

You: “This is my current girlfriend, Jolyne.”

“EXCUSE ME?!”

Immediately yells “WOW OKAY” like you just announced a breakup in front of witnesses.

Arms crossed, full offense taken. “So what, I’m just the flavor of the week??”

Grumbles about it for the rest of the day and refuses to hold your hand like “I wouldn’t want to inconvenience your next girlfriend.”

You have to kiss her all over her face to get her to forgive you.

Johnny Joestar

You: “This is my current boyfriend, Johnny.”

"…Oh. Okay." 

He goes completely silent. You have to literally wave your hand in front of his face.

He’s trying to pretend he’s fine but he is absolutely not fine.

“I knew you’d get tired of me eventually,” he says while staring at his lap.

You feel HORRIBLE and spend the next hour feeding him snacks and being like “NO baby you’re the ONLY boyfriend!!”

Josuke Higashikata (Gappy)

You: “This is my current boyfriend, Josuke.”

Confused blinking. “Wait… did we break up?”

“Did I do something wrong?” 

Takes it very literally and very personally.

“I thought you said you wanted to be with me forever…”

You realize he’s spiraling FAST and you have to be like “BAE NO I WAS TEASING YOU” while cuddling his face and reassuring him every five seconds.

Jodio Joestar

You: “This is my current boyfriend, Jodio.”

Record scratch noise.

“Hold up. CURRENT??”

“That makes me sound like a trial version!! Like you’re gonna dump me after 7 days unless I upgrade to Premium!!”

He pouts like crazy and tries to act chill about it but he’s sooo obviously salty.

“I mean, it’s fine. I guess. If you’re not ready for forever. Even though I’m perfect and hot and devoted to you. Whatever.” 

Refers to himself as your “current boyfriend” all day like “Your CURRENT boyfriend brought you ice cream. Your CURRENT boyfriend is crying in the corner now.”

[bingleboy]

Hey there

*slides some lint, buttons and a very bent paperclip*

do you think you could do all Merc’s headcanon about what they would do for a nightly routine (maybe with the reader I dunnoooo 😋).

*flutters eyelashes cutely*

NO WAY DUDE I'VE THOUGHT ABOUT THIS EXACT THING BEFORE..... GET OUT OF MY FREAKING HEAD

♡ TF2 Night Routines Headcanons ♡

Written as if they are in a romantic relationship with reader :3 teehee, all SFW. sleeping together but not SLEEPING together you freak

(under a read more just bc there's a lot)

⚾️ Scout ⚾️

Usually hates going to bed, even when he’s really tired. Just laying down and doing nothing is so boring. His mind wanders a lot, keeping him awake anyways.

He doesn’t always brush his teeth and wash his face before bad. He’ll do it more if you point it out though, or do it with him. He doesn’t really care if he’s gross, but he cares about what you think.

For pajamas, he wears a white tank top and red plaid pants. It's a classic

When you’re not there, he’ll stay up drawing, reading comics (looking at the pictures), or checking himself out in the mirror until he’s so tired he can’t keep his eyes open anymore.

Oh, but if you’re there, it’s great!

Doing all those things is so much more enjoyable with company. Even if you’re not as hyper as him, he likes that you listen to him. Gives him that warm tingly feeling inside.

He's used to sharing his space, so there won't even be an awkward phase when you sleep over for the first time, just jumps right into it

If you get tired earlier than him, he might groan and tell you to stay up later so you can have more time together, but he feels bad when he sees you looking exhausted. In the end he sucks it up and goes to bed earlier. He definitely thinks you’re cute when you’re tired, he would tease you a bit about it.

Time for cuddles baby

He insists on being the big spoon if there is any spooning to be done. He likes putting his chin on your shoulder to press his cheek to yours and holding you tight.

(Maybe he'll let you be the big spoon if you've been dating a while. And if you swear not to tell anyone about it.)

Other times during cuddles, it’s not really a certain position, you’re just tangled together. As long as his arms are around you, he’s happy.

Cuddling with you definitely helps him sleep. Instead of his mind wandering to stuff that would stress him out, he’s just thinking about you and how nice and warm you are.

🥪 Heavy 🥪

Goes to bed relatively early. He has shit to do in the morning, and he is a responsible man who needs his sleep.

If you stay up late, he will not-so-subtly suggest you go to bed earlier too. He cares about your health, and if that means dragging you to bed, then so be it.

Ok he wouldn't literally drag you, but he would make you feel guilty for making him go to bed by himself

"Oh, is fine.... just me and Sasha again tonight..."

For his pajamas, I imagine a nice basic long-sleeve shirt with a collar and pants, maybe with stripes. I think he'd like to be cozy

Man is tidy. Face washed, teeth brushed, pajamas on. It's nothing fancy, but he has a good routine.

Most definitely reads before bed, he's an intellectual. He prefers reading Russian literature just to relax. It's always like a thick-ass book with a dusty cover on it

Idk if this is canon or not but I think he deserves to wear little reading glasses. It would be so cute guys come on

If you ask him to read out loud or to share the book with you, he'll be very endeared by that. Knowing that you want to share it with him is really sweet, and of course he'll read to you

You're cozied up next to him in bed while reading, maybe with some hot chocolate or tea :] AWWW

He loves it if you fall asleep resting against him, like with your head on his shoulder of his chest

He also loves it if you fall asleep first, because he finds it cute. He'll gently set his book down and turn off the bedside lamp before settling down beside you with a sleepy smile.

🔥 Pyro 🔥

Pyro looks forward to going to bed! They don't have a particular time they go to bed, but they have no problem relaxing, especially when you're there

They do take their mask off to brush their teeth and wash their face, but they will not do it in front of you. It’s not that they don’t trust you, it just feels like a private moment to them

Their pajamas could be one of two options: the blue striped pajama set + nightcap combo OR a soft onesie. My first thought was a unicorn onesie, but really there's many animal possibilities here

See "Cat's Pajamas":

When they sleep is pretty much the only time they take off their mask. It would definitely take a lot of trust for them to show their face to you

Even when they get comfortable being "bare" in front of you, they tend to be more quiet when their mask is off, like they're not used to their words being unmuffled by it. They talk softly, which is actually very comforting

After the self-care and changing is done, they go back to their room, light a scented candle, then tuck their many plushies into bed. If you’re sleeping over, you’ll be lined up with them and getting tucked in too, no way around it.

Pyro would slide into bed with you, getting cozy with the blanket up to their shoulders and turn to you.

They’re a cuddler, usually, but they really just like a simple hug facing you. Facing away from you while cuddling just feels weird.

They like listening to you talk about your day, nodding along as you speak. They might fiddle with your hair or the edge of your pajama shirt too

Now is also a good opportunity for them to talk and actually be understood! They like telling you about their day too

I think they would usually fall asleep first :]

🗡 Spy 🗡

Definitely has a velvety soft maroon robe to wear in the evenings, and besides that, it’s a silk pajama set with matching slippers. Obviously. He would tolerate nothing less.

If you're really getting serious, he'll offer you a matching robe. He's so extra he'd get your robe like embroidered with your initials on it

Yay, you get to see him with his mask off!!!

He likes to spend a long while relaxing before even getting into bed, like drinking tea or wine while reading in front of the fireplace

He takes a lot of care into making sure you're comfortable too

He's not personally into face masks or that beauty-centered self-care stuff, but he finds it endearing if you are, and will supply you with only the best products to use

He likes seeing the difference between your 'professional' self and your relaxed self when it's just the two of you. It reminds him that what you two have is special

Speaks French more often while you're winding down. He'll usually translate for you if you ask, but sometimes he'll tease you by refusing to

He's more comfortable giving affection than receiving it, though he's good at hiding that under the guise of just being a generous lover

He'd give a killer shoulder massage if you're tense. He feels proud when he can make you melt into the bed

He's not super cuddly, but he does still enjoy it if you are. He prefers sleeping on his back, so he likes to put an arm around you while you lean into his side

He could fall asleep first if he wanted to, but he keeps himself awake until he's sure you're asleep

He snores a little bit guys. It's not that bad, really, but, it is noticeable

🎯 Sniper 🎯

Just sleeps in his black boxer briefs. It’s comfortable.

Okay, if you're around (depending on how long you've been together), he might be a little more shy and wear pajama pants, but still no shirt

(biased bc i wanna see his chest teehee)

Similarly to Spy, he likes to spend his evening relaxing. He's outside on his plastic lawnchair sippin' a cold beer with the boys

He doesn't have a set time for going to bed, he'll go to bed when you do. When you're not around, I'd say 10pm is the average

He'd usually prefer sleeping in his van to sleeping in the base, just because of the noise of the others, but he finds staying in your room kind of nice too. He likes poking around your things, it's sort of like looking into your head

Wherever you sleep, he fucking loves a little bit of ambience to fall asleep to, like crickets or rain on the roof. If those aren't present, maybe the radio playing quietly

He likes holding you while cuddling, but if you want to hold him, he's kind of shook. He didn't know that was an option

He likes being held by you when it's time to sleep though. Let him put his head on your chest and he will pass out

Especially if you pet his hair?!?!?! ITS OVER

May or may not drool on you a little bit

🔧 Engineer 🔧

Wears an old t-shirt and boxers/ boxer briefs. Also a good robe and slippers enjoyer, but he usually wears those when he gets up the next morning

SILLY HEART BOXERS

He does get wrapped up in work/tinkering with things for fun, but I think he would get tired towards 10/11pm, so he's not too bad about staying up too late

He'll also go to bed sooner if you do, no questions asked. He greatly prefers going to bed together

That also means he will insist you go to bed when he does

Won't leave you alone until you agree to go to bed. Very firm on his stance, crossed arms and everything

He likes literally going through your routine together, like sharing the bathroom while washing your face and brushing your teeth :] he likes that sort of domestic comfort

He also really like seeing you in your pajamas, whatever you choose to wear. You're so pretty/handsome when you don't even try

I don't think he would usually read before bed, he wants to give his brain a little break

He'd unwind by having a soft conversation with you as you two settled into bed, go over the day and maybe make some plans for tomorrow

He always compliments you.

"You did a real good job out there today, sweetheart. You've earned some shut-eye. Sweet dreams, darlin'."

Yeah this guy fucking cuddles

Let him be the big spoon he deserves it

He logically knows you're not small or weak, you certainly don't need his protection, but like... when he holds you he just gets that warm feeling of protecting someone he loves. Like, you're safe. :] D'AWWWW

💉 Medic 💉

Also a contender for the striped pajamas + sleeping cap combo. If not that, he would wear a nice button-up pajama set.

You would think he would have a good routine since he understands order is important, but... no. No, he doesn't.

He goes to bed at wildly varying times, from between 9pm to 4am, depending on how tired the day made him and how much "important work" he has to get done

One thing he puts more care into though is the night routine for his doves. He feeds them their seed and pets their little heads before he closes the cage up for the night. He kind of thinks of it as saying goodnight to his children, and it definitely makes him smile

He has a bad habit of falling asleep at his desk. Come get your man please, he's getting back problems

💜 Miss Pauling 💜

Okay, a lot of the time she falls asleep in her day clothes. Sometimes she actually wears a nightgown- light pink, long, loose and comfy.

She finally lets her hair down and she looks so cute when she's tired (which is unfortunately a lot)

By god, does this woman need sleep.

She pushes aside her own self-care for work stuff often, but she does try to at least brush her teeth every night

By the nature of her job and just her own personality, it can be hard to relax. She's always planning ahead and thinking of the next thing. She might definitely needs your help

This would happen once in a blue moon, but her ideal night time routine is finally taking an evening to fully relax with you

Bath, scented candles, face masks, painting nails, all of it

Well, actually minus painting nails because it wouldn't last long anyway. But all the other stuff!!!

She'd also enjoy cuddling with you on the couch while watching a movie and munching on buttered popcorn. I think she can appreciate a fun rom-com, but she usually prefers more gritty action movies. She would love Mad Max I know it

More often what happens is she comes home late, groans while she kicks her shoes off, brushes her teeth, and flops into bed where you already are

At least she still gets her cuddles

🇺🇸 Soldier 🇺🇸

Sleeps in his US flag boxers and that's it

Has an alarm set for 9 o'clock, at which IT IS TIME TO GET READY FOR BED MAGGOT

you do have to go to bed at the same time as him, he is yelling at you

you take turns brushing you teeth and flossing at the sink so he can (lovingly) yell at you through that too

He's being motivational!!

"THAT'S IT SOLDIER, I WANNA SEE SMALL CIRCLES!! SMALL CIRCLES!! BARE YOUR TEETH LIKE A REAL AMERICAN"

another alarm at 10 o'clock when you should be FIRMLY tucked in

You know how kids pretend their bed is like a fortress or a castle they need to protect? I think he's like that but for real

You will be getting aggressively tucked in and kissed on the forehead

"GOODNIGHT CUPCAKE!!!!!!!!!!!"

He's okay with cuddling or not, but it's very black and white. Either he is beside you, stiff as a board, or wrapped around you leaving no possible escape

Either way, he doesn't move much in his sleep

Snores. Loudly. :(

Also wakes up at the asscrack of dawn, so look forward to that

💥 Demoman 💥

For pajamas, he wears a t-shirt and plaid pajama pants, very comfy

He likes being involved and helping with your routine if he can, like fixing you tea to drink together or brushing your hair for you

He'll shower you in compliments! YOU ARE SO STINKIN' CUTE LAD/LASS

Of course, there are plenty of nights when he is entirely too drunk to go through his routine

You can try to lug him to the bathroom and help him brush his teeth, but he is gonna be laughing and leaning on you, making it very difficult

The cuddling he likes is like. One of you is just a blanket for the other one

He really doesn't mind whether its him or you on top, he just likes it ok. It's nice when you're on top because he can rub his hands over your back

If he's drunk, he may be exhausted but he will still be yapping for a good 15 minutes

Sober demo: gentle, soothing cuddles :]

Drunk demo: vice grip you are never fucking escaping

Also lots of kisses on your face, drunk or sober

Thank you for the request! I hope you like it :]

[francixoxoxo]

ooh i'd like to make a request: billy x female reader where billy is insecure about his appearance (maybe he was insecure about his big eyes and nose as a kid, and his ma told him he would grow up to be very handsome but he didn't believe it). reader reassures him that he's the handsomest man she's ever seen with lots of kisses and cuddles (i yearn for sad puppy eyed billy, he's so pookie 🥹)

awww this is such a cute idea anon!!!

A man like Billy always struck you as confident. Never cocky, but cool and collected. Sure of himself.

so when you get that first whiff of insecurity, you’re bewildered. “When I met you, I thought you were out of my league.” Your head is on his chest, tucked close to him under his sheets, he plays with your fingers in an action you’ve found is Billy calming his nerves. Though you can’t imagine why he’d be nervous now.

“Other way ‘round, baby.” He says it in a chuckle, and his expression might’ve fooled you. Maybe he is just digging at himself to make you laugh. You’d believe it if it weren’t for his rugged fingertips actively winding up and unfurling your fingers.

“What d’you mean?”

Billy’s brows furrow, almost wounded at how serious you take what he just wishes you’d brush under the rug. “What?”

“You’re handsome.” Maybe you’re too suspicious of him to make the compliment sound sugary. He grins at your blunt tone, and you can’t resist a laugh at yourself, “I mean— Billy, shut up— I mean that you’re really, stupid handsome.”

He shrugs. Indifferently, he wants you to think, but the upward turn of his lips isn’t real. Isn’t natural. “I’ve never been handsome, baby. Y’dont have to make m’feel better. M’ just grateful you love me.” Maybe the frustration the blatant untruth brings onto you is slightly knocked off-kilter by the look on his face when he says you love him. Because he’s not being one bit cocky. It’s just a fact. You love him. He loves you.

But he’s being stupid. You can recognize that because you love him, as you shift against him, your arms crossing over his chest so you can prop yourself up and look at him face to face. “Billy. You really think you’re ugly?”

He looks at you with round, big blue eyes, like a puppy getting caught with something in his mouth. “I mean— I ain’t.. much t’look at.” He presses his lips a moment, stammering again before smiling and huffing. Beat. “I guess so. Yeah.”

“Awh, baby.” You sigh, brushing the backs of your fingers along the opposite stubbled cheek, kissing his jaw. “I think you’re the most handsome man I’ve seen in my life. Have I never told you?”

Billy nods, his fingertips smoothing over the wrinkles where your fingers bend. You kiss further up his cheek, roaming under his eye, over the bridge of his nose. That quiet disagreement melts into earnest belief, if only because it’s you insisting it. His hand not playing nervously with yours finds its way into your hair. “I think you have.”

“Clearly not enough.” A lazy smile spreads over your lover’s cheeks as you rain down affection on him. His fingers move from yours to tenderly slip up your forearm. You know he’s feeling a bit better just by that.

“Have I called you beautiful today?” He murmurs after a moment. You hum positively and lay a kiss over his brow. “Jus’for good measure.. You’re beautiful. ‘Specially on the inside, my sweet girl.”

That’s how you know he’s really grateful for your kind words. It didn’t take much of a breath from you to change his mind— atleast for now.

[paramortality]

Ship Sleep Dynamics

Tagged by the GORGEOUS and wonderful @redheadsramblings !! Thank you for giving me an excuse to talk about Laird as always luv. And honestly what a BEAUTIFUL excuse to repost this stunning and fitting artwork by @svanha !! (Look at how Laird looks at Emm guys, that is the LOVE of his LIFE.)

Laird × Emmrich

How often do they sleep together?

At first, they didn't. Laird was very new to relationships with the mindset of a skittish cat. But fighting two dragons, Weisshaupt, and Elgar'Nan getting into his head at Arlathan, he finally caved for one night. He'd never slept so well in his life. But then he tried to be tough about it and didn't want to "push his luck" (like he even could) and they didn't share a bed again until after he escaped the Fade Prison. Both have refused to sleep separately since. If Emmrich is in the infirmary, Laird will deadass sleep on the floor beside him until he's better (despite many protests).

Where do they sleep?

Emmrich laid on that green sofa once and said, out loud mind you, "oh certainly NOT." They've slept in Emmrich's room ever since. Emmrich had contented himself with a book nook on the upper floor of the lighthouse laboratory, and it seemed to mysteriously shift to a more accommodating size once Laird slept in it with him once or twice. Back home, they share a much more plush and sizeable bed in Emmrich's flat.

How do they prepare to sleep?

Both of them have bedtime routines that could make Narcissus do a double take. They usually share a bath unless Laird needs a moment to himself, then they reconvene after. The shared baths often come with the package deal of shoulder and foot rubs, snuggles, and cheesy silliness amongst each other in giggly whispers and bubble sculpting. And ofc comfortable silences.

Naturally, Emmrich has his collection of salves and lotions. Laird has a vast menagerie of beard oils, tattoo lotions, and salves that might one day fully heal away his top surgery scars and stretch marks (or so he hopes, despite Emmrich's constant reassurance and worship of them exactly as they are).

What do they wear to sleep?

We all know Emmrich has his gowns, though he does occasionally enjoy some silkier jewel tone pyjamas. Since Laird started sharing his bed, however, he's opted to omit wearing anything altogether some nights. It's one part sexy reasons, three parts "Laird is warm as a fucking rage demon in a human costume."

Laird hasn't acknowledged the concept of sleeping with a shirt on since getting top surgery. He also enjoys lounging in silky tops or something more of a hemp or linen feel, but when he falls into bed it doesn't come with him. Below the waist is another story, however. That's not an area he's typically having exposed. Unless Emmrich has charmed him out of them in an evening of passsion, Laird can usually be found vibing in a pair of black, sage green, or cranberry coloured harem pants. Though the warmer flannel jammy pants may make an appearance in the cooler months.

Do they cuddle?

Cuddling was a learning process for Laird. Largely because he was afraid he'd crush Emmrich like a baby bird. For the longest time, his weight insecurity would only allow him to be the little spoon, back to chest, side only. He'd panic any time he'd rolled onto Emmrich's arm or even slightly atop him or thrown a leg over him. It took forever for Emmrich to coax him into trusting he's not as fragile– nor that Laird is as heavy– as he fears.

It only took hearing Emmrich's heartbeat once for Laird to discover his favourite place on earth.

Now Laird will nest himself over Emmrich's thigh and zonk right out, head on his chest or back. On nights when Emmrich's the one in need of comfort, Laird is nothing short of the finest body pillow in all of Thedas. And nothing feels safer than the arms of a strong, husky man around him and forehead kisses that promise nothing can pry them apart and no darkness can intrude past his hold.

What are their preferred sleep positions?

Emmrich is quite often a back or side sleeper. He used to have a second pillow he insists wasn't for holding and was merely for shoulder comfort. But that pillow has conveniently been out of service since an actual cuddle bear has lumbered into his sheets.

Laird is a solid stomach sleeper. He'll turn on his side if he must, and he can fairly easily fall asleep on his back if Emmrich is atop him, but he almost always sleeps in that "rotisserie chicken" pose one might find corgis flopped in. (Google it trust me my childhood dog was a corgi it's the cutest pose ever)

How easy do they fall asleep?

Laird used to fall asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow. But he hasn't been able to do that since Weisshaupt. It usually takes him about an hour now, even with sleep aids and the comfort of His Person™ in bed with him. Though, interestingly, he's clocked out within minutes after the scant few times he's topped for certain activities...

Emmrich, for all his routine and meditation, also tends to take a while to follow asleep. The common case is he and Laird share idle chatter and pillow talk, until which he falls asleep midsentence and leaves his darling stifling giggles. The sound of him trailing off never stops being funny, really.

Do they toss and turn a lot?

Not particularly! Unless certain criteria are met, anyways. If it's hot, Laird will roll like a gas station hot dog seeking cold patches of bedding throughout the night. Emmrich in that situation tends to simply dangle an arm or leg off the bed.

Unfortunately, both of them suffer from thanataphobia. (because why have ONE Necromancer afraid of dying when you can have TWO and make them fall in love???) And sometimes when it's been plaguing them either by dream or waking hours, both get a little restless until they find each other in their sleep again. Then they settle down and fall back into a restful sleep.

Do they snore?

Thankfully no. Laird only ever snores if he's sick. In good health, however, Emmrich has occasionally had to put a hand on his side or back to feel for movement because Laird breaths a little TOO quietly in his sleep.

Emmrich's snores are more akin to idle sighs. Which is fortunate because Laird was known once to threaten to roll Davrin out of the tent as "forest fodder" for snoring obnoxiously during one particularly overstimulating night camping in Arlathan.

Who hogs the blanket?

In the beginning, both were guilty purely out of not being accustomed to sharing a blanket. Laird is largely at fault now, as he tends to "nest" in his sleep if Emmrich has rolled away.

What do they dream about?

Emmrich has borderline mastered Lucid dreaming over the years. Perusing the Fade and odd conversations with spirits. But nightmares do occasionally get in the way.

Laird, unfortunately, almost always has nightmares. And it's been that way since he can remember. More often than not, he forgets what they're about. The ones he does recall though typically involve his exile, losing Emmrich, or the horde of ghouls in Weisshaupt and Arlathan.

How easily do they wake up?

Imagine trying to wake up a dead person. Without magic or corpse whispering. Congratulations. You've got Laird. He's a very hard sleeper. While Emmrich is much gentler in his approach, Varric wasn't above hitting him with a pillow or unoccupied boot when they were on the road. Even during nightmares, he's nigh impossible to shake, scream, or smack awake.

Emmrich sleeps deeply, but can still wake at faint off noises or sudden changes in ambient brightness (like opening the curtains and the sun in his face). Too much movement can jar him, as well. It makes sharing a bed with Laird in the summer without proper room-cooling enchantments a travesty.

How awake they are afterwards?

While on the hazier end of things, Emmrich is often of the bright eyed and bushy tailed persuasion, all things considered. Give him a minute to get his morning tea and wash his face and he'll usually be chipper and relatively cognizant within the hour!

To watch Laird wake up is like watching a bear come out of hibernation. Mohawk skewed in every incorrect direction, beard matted down and cowlicked, bleary eyed, has not discovered language, and only knowing the phrases "hrnggh," "grmmrrrrh," and "nnyh?" Typically, Laird requires 1-2 business hours and some heavily concentrated espresso to become a functional, passable-as-living member of society. Once he finds a shirt, anyways. In a pinch, however, his daily brain reboot can be prodded to life a little faster if Emmrich's feeling a little frisky or you tempt him with his favourite breakfast items: either a hot pepper bagel or strawberry waffle.

Heheeheheheheehehehe this one was fun! Thanks for the tag!

Let's see... I nominate (with no pressure as always!)

@sofiemystique @yappacadaver (I would kill to hear Yumi's pov on some of these omg) @basic-x-witch @deny-the-issue @holdingontojupiter @theyearningghoul @ollypopwrites aaaand you! 🫵

Edit: @avoskorm I tagged you too but my keyboard decided to make a fool of me and just add an extra a to the dramatic and. Rude!

[primaviva]

“SICKENINGLY SWEET” ⸻ SWEETGIRL HEADCANONS

PAIR. sweet!abby anderson x sweet!masc!reader

SYNOPSIS. you and your girlfriend abby love each other a lot; so much so that everybody around you seems to be sick of it your antics.

WARNINGS. mdni, suggestive content, smut, mentions of strap on use, dirty talk, sub!abby, masc pet names, majority is fluff.

you and abby are like two brick houses with bows on top; sturdy, solid, reliable… and constantly pressed forehead to forehead whispering, “i missed you,” like you weren’t just apart for twenty minutes.

the rest of the patrol unit? fed up. fully.

manny once walked in on you two giggling under a tarp during watch duty. “you guys are gonna get sniped because you can’t stop cuddling.”

abby just blinked up like, “then i die warm.”

you two are just a ridiculous pair of sweethearts. she loves doing things for you to show her affection, even if it’s… questionable. abby could make you a shitty sandwich and you’d eat it like it’s fine dining.

“wow baby, this is two pieces of bread and cheese still in the plastic,” you comment. in your mind you know it’s diabolical. how did she not see the plastic? it’s not wrapped THAT thin.

but the minute she shrugs and bats her pretty lashes telling you it’s “it’s made with love.”

the switch up is evident.

“then i love it,” you grin, taking a big bite and choking slightly. just imagine that one spongebob meme where squidwards two front teeth are tacking the most microscopic bite out of the krabby patty? literally you. she kisses your forehead as her atonement for whatever food poisoning you’ll probably wake up with. should’ve taken the cheese out the plastic man…

she’s obsessed with your hands. especially when they’re on her.

rough palms sliding up her sides under her tank top. the quiet way you press your lips to the back of her shoulder in the morning before she’s fully awake.

you’re both tough as hell but the softest with each other, and it’s undeniably cute (or so you like to think).

she’ll walk into the gym and immediately find you across the room, eyes lighting up like the sun just came back after a week of torrential rain.

“there’s my baby,” she’ll grin, jogging over to press a sweaty kiss to your temple.

and you? you melt like the tip of a lit candle from the hot wick.

“hi, beautiful,” you murmur like you’ve just seen her for the first time.

gross! manny’s groaning from across the room.

abby smells like sweat, gun oil, and eucalyptus, and you’re addicted.

you nuzzle her neck constantly, half the time forgetting where you are.

“babe,” she whispers during a briefing. “you’re gonna get us kicked out.”

“you smell good,” you mumble. “gonna live here.”

she shakes her head but lets you. always lets you.

you’re the type to kneel down just to tie her bootlaces without her asking.

she’s mid-conversation and suddenly you’re crouched, focused, tongue between your teeth.

“they were coming undone,” you say simply, double-knotting them with care.

abby stares like she’s gonna propose again, even though you already live in her bed.

“i’m gonna kiss you so hard you can’t walk,” she whispers.

“good. carry me.”

she doesn’t even care if you’re joking. she 100% would, can, and will carry you.

you hold her hand like it’s a god crafted bracelet created for you.

anywhere, anytime.

at dinner. in meetings. even when it makes it awkward to reload your gun.

she’ll try to shake you off like “you need both hands to function y’know.”

you just smile. “nah, i only need one. the other’s for holding you.”

she groans but doesn’t let go.

abby can get a bit jealous. she wants your sweetness all to herself like a greedy bee among a pasture of flowers in the spring.

one time she got jealous you carried someone else’s bag.

it’s just for five seconds. someone was limping and you were helping like the sweet girl you are. she says nothing, but the angelic eyes giving you a not-so-angel stare of death and daggers behind your back tells you all you need to know. you could practically feel her staring you down. in fact—the tension is loud.

later, she pins you to the wall in the shower. “next time i limp, you better carry me.”

you grin, “of course baby.”

she’s not even mad. she just wants to be babied by you. exclusively.

she’s secretly the clingier one, even if no one else sees it.

you leave for five minutes and come back to her pretending she didn’t look for you three times already because at this point it’s a animalistic instinct engraved in her brain (and heart).

“where were you?”

“washing my hands.”

“for that long?”

she always sits in your lap when she’s tired; strong arms slung around your neck, her whole weight just relaxing onto you like you’re her favorite chair.

she doesn’t ask. she just does.

you instinctively pull her close, nose pressed to the side of her head. “long day?”

she hums, “better now.”

and everyone in the room rolls their eyes so hard it echoes.

she gets extra clingy when you’re injured—a quiet, fretted clingy as if you’re slipping through her fingers like sand.

sits next to your cot, arms crossed, pretending not to hover like the helicopter lover she is.

“i’m fine, abby.”

“but you almost weren’t.”

you reach out, touch her hand. “you’d never let that happen.”

she doesn’t answer but instead just leans down and kisses your wrist.

she gets defensive when people tease you about being soft.

“aww, look at her, such a gentleman,” someone sneers.

abby turns immediately. “say that again and i’ll knock your teeth in for every time she opened a door for me.”

you’re behind her like she’s your knight in shining armor (a t-shirt with an unknown stain paired with faded jeans and boots being the armor in question). but hey, her sticking up for you is deeply appreciated and not to mention… kinda hot.

you’re both givers. which means every time ends up being a silent competition of who can make the other cum first.

abby pulls your shirt off with a reverence that makes your skin burn.

“you’re so good,” she murmurs against your throat, voice thick and honey-slow. “always so fucking good to me.”

you slide your fingers along her ribs and smile, breath shaky. “only for you.”

and it’s true. she could ask anything and you’d do it.

abby’s into how gentle you are, even when you’re fucking her.

“you don’t gotta be so sweet,” she pants, hand gripping your shoulder.

but you’re already kissing her cheek, whispering, “wanna be. wanna make it feel’so good.”

she could melt straight into the mattress. full-body shivers—her goosebumps feel like goose pothole. that’s your effect on her.

you lowkey have the filthiest mouth during sex, but it’s gentle. like, respectful filth.

abby’s whimpering underneath you, and you’re saying stuff like:

“taking me so well, sweetheart.”

“that’s it, baby. breathe through it.”

“y’re perfect like this, y’know that?”

and she’s clawing at your back unable to utter anything that remotely sounds like a letter in the alphabet.

you have to be sweet to your girl in the bedroom and just as she has her ways, you have yours. your strap game is respectful. devastating. ridiculous.

she once limped into the medbay the next day. nora asked what happened.

“squats,” she lied. her ass did not do squats.

meanwhile you were behind her in line, smug and beaming like the damn sun.

she’ll go down on you like she’s starving, but your praise? that’s what undoes her.

“that’s it, baby,” you whisper, hips trembling. “so good at this. just like that.”

she moans into you like she needs the approval to breathe.

you thread your fingers through her braid and gently tug, “my girl.”

she nearly loses it.

she calls you “handsome” in the dirtiest voice you’ve ever heard.

like when you’re pinning her against the wall and she’s pulling you in by the shirt.

“so good to me, huh? my handsome girl always knows how to ruin me…”

you’re not even sure if you blacked out or cummed from the praise alone.

abby’s obsessed with the way you take care of her after.

cool rag on her neck, soft kisses over bruises made by you and admittedly liked too much, wrapping her in your hoodie even though she’s the one who could lift you.

“why are you looking at me like that?” she asks sleepily.

“because you’re the most beautiful thing i’ve ever ruined.” oop-

she covers her face with her hands as her thighs rub together.

everyone’s sick of how in love you are.

they groan every time you call her “sweetheart” or whisper “you’re all i need” like it’s not the third time today.

but you don’t care. and neither does she.

you’d go soft and stupid for her a thousand times over, and over, and over again.

DO NOT STEAL, COPY, OR TRANSLATE MY WORK. ©PRIMAVIVA.

[dawnbreakerswife]

Warnings: usual Yandere behaviour, dark themes, a bit more nsfw than usual, he’s a panty sniffer your honour!!, eats reader out towards the end. Again I’ve never really written smut before so don’t kill me ik it’s shit😭😭, I’ll improve guys I swear. Also not proofread, ignore the grammar mistakes I know I am.

Yandere!best friend who is so clingy and needy, and hates whenever you hang with people who aren’t him.

Yandere!bestfriend who works on himself, just for you and your future together. Cutting his hair, changing his aesthetic and styles just to match your type.(and is now really hot.)

Yandere!bestfriend who pretends not to notice the way you clench your thighs when he walks up to you.

Yandere!bestfriend who is actually really pathetic and goes crazy for you <33

Leaning his head against the door he’s currently sitting against, he brought the pair of panties closer to his nose. Sniffing like he’d die without doing it, he kept his other hand wrapped around his cock, moaning pathetically into your panties. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Gonna cum please please please”

Yandere!best friend who is always there as a shoulder to cry on for you when something happens with your boyfriend…again.

“Awhh please don’t cry I’ll do anything just don’t cry. C’mere baby, i got you, cry it all out I’m here for you. No matter his intention he has no right to make you cry.”

Yandere!bestfriend who involves himself in your relationships and somehow makes your boyfriend the third wheel.

Yandere!bestfriend who does spa days with you, winding down together, cuddling together on the sofa.

Yandere!bestfriend who is more prepared for when you are on your period than your (now ex) boyfriend. Who suggests cuddling together on soothe the aches, rubs and massages your stomach while rambling about anything and nothing just to help you fall asleep.

Yandere!bestfriend who webs his way to get closer to you and suggests dating. I mean what could go wrong, he’s sweet, caring, actually thinking about you with no incentive.

Yandere!bestfriendboyfriend who is the best boyfriend you’ve ever had, and the sex? Oh trust me when i say this man fucking worships the ground you walk on.

You feel your legs shake as they rest atop his shoulders, you try to close your thighs as you feel yourself about to cum…for wha must be the fourth time. You shake your head vigorously, tears streaming down your face, while your hand is interlocked in his hair, tugging him up away from your very wet and overstimulated pussy. “Please can’t cum again, it’s too much”

He smirks and licks a long stripe upwards before spreading your thighs wider and kissing your overstimulated clit. “‘M sorry baby I’m a bad boy ignoring your cries but it’s just too fucking sweet. Cant live without you ever again.” He grips your thighs tighter most likely leaving marks, but he relishes in the thought. Now everyone will know you are his.

[multi-stays]

When Comfort Is Due

Paring: BangChan X GN!Reader

Genre: Fluff/Flash Fiction

Summary: Reader is exhausted from crying all day and needs cuddles

Note: It’s short and not proofread

What seemed like the worst day ever had finally come to an end when you stepped through the door to your apartment. You didn't know how your day could get any worse than it had already been, with your hair stuck to your face. The worst headache imaginable had just started and your nose was on fire. Your eyes seemed so dry for how long you had been sobbing and all you wanted was to lie in your man's arms.

You threw your stuff on the couch, washed your face, and got into your comfort PJs. When you opened the door to your shared bedroom, to your surprise Chan wasn't there. Upon further investigation, Chan wasn't at the house at all and your heart was hurting more than ever. Tears started to well up in your eyes again and the pounding of your head matched your heart's pace. He was always home before you but now on the day you need him most, he's gone. Withought saying anything to you, he left and that hurt your overthinking mind most of all. On a normal day when things weren't shit, you'd think logically and figure out what happened but not tonight. Everything came down on you at once and Chan became the person to blame for you having a bad day. It wasn't fair but in the moment it felt good and rational thinking was gone.

Fuck you

you don't fucking love me and I need you right now

It's ok

You texted it without thinking much and turned off your phone to continue crying on his pillow.

About fifteen minutes had passed when you heard the front door click open. A little rustling here and there then it went quiet. No footsteps, no breathing, no door opening to your room, just his arms wrapping around you. You knew you couldn't pretend to be asleep seeming it had only been a few minutes. He was fully embracing you without a question and your sniffling still hadn't subsided. When you positioned yourself comfortably in his arms and clung to his chest, he swung your legs across his.

The slow rocking and humming from his chest said he already knew it was rough. You never had to explain anything to Chan he just already knew. He kicked off his slippers which startled you for a second, making you sit up.

“Lie back down Baby that was just me,” he said with a hum of his soothing voice. With his slippers off and you to him like a sticker on a hot car, he pulled up the cool fuzzy blankets. Up to his belly just enough to cover your shoulders. After he fluffed up a pillow behind his head, his hands returned to you. One, on your arm tracing soft circles on the delicate skin. The other, picking wet hair off of your face so you could breathe and rubbing your cheeks to dry them.

The only thing keeping you from crying all over again was the feeling of his hums through his chest. Deep and prominent going into you and giving you something to focus on. If you start crying it's hard for you to stop. There are different types of crying and yours is from bottling it up for so long that when it spills open your not only getting the emotions from today, but also from ever other day that you decided not to cry.

“I’m sorry,” you said with a broken voice, hoarse from all the crying. “I know Baby, just try to relax. Even if you're not sleeping not crying is better, hmm?” small pats to your pounding head caused a wince to escape your lips.

“What's wrong!?” Chan said looking down at you in distress.

“Its nothing, I just have a headache.”

“You should have told me, I'll go get you something.”

Before you could protest and whine that you’ll be cold, lonely even, he left. With the sound of his feet getting quieter with each step onto the hard floor.

“Sit up,” you heard Chan say. To your surprise you fell asleep and only noticed when Chan woke you up with a glass of water in his hand. He motioned for you to hold out your hand and gave you a small green pill. You took the cold glass and downed the pill without a problem. Water tasted so good after crying with the refreshing taste leaving you in a better mood. Chan took the empty glass and set it on the stand beside the bed so he could cradle you.

“Scooch,” he said making a shooing motion with his hands. You moved over to the other side of the bed which was cold and the blankets were still tucked in. “Nuh uh uh,” Chan said pulling you back into his chest and resting his chin on the top of your head. Now instead of his chest, you could feel and hear the gentle sound of him breathing through his throat. His arm was clutched around you tightly in case you tried to escape and his breath surrounded you, filling up your senses.

You knew he wasn't asleep cause he never fell asleep that quickly, if at all. “I love you, Chan” you whispered so softly that even your ears could barely pick it up. But in the darkness a loud “I love you too Baby,” cut through. Your suspicions were put to rest, he was awake. Knowing that made you feel safer in your little nest made of his body.

When you tried to move your hand out and reach your phone, he wrapped his leg around you and swung you to the other side of the bed where he was just lying. With your spots now switched, you were at the edge of the bed and his leg hung over you with his foot off the bed. His big nose was still just right above you and the slow sounds of his breathing found you again. It's weird to be so obsessed but you don't know until you've felt it, how addicting it can be.

Your mind was still set in crying mode so any wrong move and you could blow. Knowing this, Chan always just took the approach of, he should be there. Do not ask questions and try to understand what you need in the moment. When he saw you in bed with your head in his pillow that told him you needed him and him only. Make you feel small and safe with his body around you saying “nothing will ever touch you again, not even in words.”

Chan also knew it sounded stupid if said out loud but comforting you and cuddling you when you needed him, made him feel special. His dad instincts were always there and you needing his shoulder to cry on didn't help it. Not just anyone it had to be his shoulder and his soothing words that made you better. Your texts hurt him but they were fake. Cries for help are what Chan saw, not insults.

It didn't take long for you to be passed out in his nest. He was still awake but your body had gone limp and your shivers from crying had stopped. A sigh left Chan and he looked over at the clock that read 1:30. Normally he would stay awake for longer but you needed him so he stayed. Let himself drift to sleep with you safe in his arms

[powderrblue]

anyways (<- still insane)

[levisjinchuriki]

more to love - toji fushiguro

summary: toji loves a curvy woman and isn’t shy about it

warning: nsfw, curses, praise kink, dom!toji, chubby reader, body worship, afab reader, mention of female anatomy, mention of cunnilingus, backshots, petnames, spanking, booty rubs, fluff, smut, overstimulation

toji has always been a man who knows exactly what he likes, and when it comes to women, curves are at the top of his list. he’s noticed the weight you’ve put on recently and how your clothes hug you more than usual. when you’re near him, the way your curves catch his gaze doesn’t go unnoticed. every time you walk by, he can’t help but let his eyes roam over you, savoring the shape of your body, the way your hips sway and how your curves fit perfectly in the clothes you wear

toji can't help but bring you into his lap when you walk past him in your– now form-fitted– pajama pants. “you’ve been filling out, huh?" he asks as he gropes your thighs. everywhere i look, you’re getting even softer. these pants fit you perfectly now”.

toji's touch becomes more insistent. he’ll slide his hands under your shirt to feel your stomach pudge, loving how soft and squishy it is. “so pretty, mama. can’t get enough of you”

toji isn’t shy about making you aware of his appreciation for the changes in your body. the softness, the fullness—it’s all his to claim. the way toji touches you—unapologetically, with no room for shame— makes you feel so sexy. while you straddle his lap, his touch is possessive as he feels your hips, your stomach and your back rolls. “fucking perfect” he growls as he takes greedy handfuls of your ass

toji likes to absentmindedly rub comforting circles on your butt as you lay with him. you’ll be watching tv, laying on his chest and slowly falling asleep as he softly rubs you there. it's more of a comfort thing for him.

toji likes to take a nap on your stomach since he claims it’s the perfect pillow. he also is a sucker for your thighs and often rests his head against one as he cuddles your leg. when you run your fingers through his hair, he’s done for– falling asleep almost instantly every time

toji in the bedroom is another beast, and there’s no question where his hands will wander. he’ll make sure that ass is front and center, exploring, groping, teasing, and worshipping. toji will pull you into him, sliding his hands over her curves, especially when you’re bent over for him. he likes the control he has when his hands are on your hips, guiding you, making you move to his rhythm. he'll give you a few sharp smacks, especially if you’ve been teasing him with your movements. 

toji’s hands splay over your skin as you arch for him. he moves to caress the curve of your lower back before sliding lower, over the swell of your hips. he leans down, his chest brushing against your back as his lips press a searing kiss to your shoulder. “you feel so fucking good” he moans low and husky. his lips trail down your spine, placing hot, open-mouthed kisses along the way. his teeth graze your skin, playful and teasing while his hand slides over your stomach to hold you steady. “stay just like that” he commands softly. the way he holds you, the way he presses into you—it’s all-consuming. he knows exactly how to take his time, alternating between rough and tender, making you dizzy.

toji's backshots are mean. the grip on your waist is harsh as he lets out a low groan. his eyes lock on where you two meet and he’s almost hypnotized by the way your skin ripples under his movements. he feels too good that you can’t help but squirm in his grasp. “uh uh, c’mere” he mutters, his hands pressing down on your back to force a deeper arch that has you gasping. “where you goin’, huh?” he asks as he gives you a few spanks. the angle makes you gasp as he hits that perfect spot over and over. you reach back, weakly trying to push against his abs as you cry from pleasure, but it’s no use. “c’mon, baby. lemme have it”.

toji will tease you even more now since there’s more skin to work with. his lips run along your skin, leaving gentle kisses as his thumb brushing over the edge of your waistband. his lips trail higher, leaving warm, lingering kisses, and your breath catches when you feel his teeth graze against the soft flesh of your thigh. it’s not a gentle nip; toji’s bite is firm, enough to leave a mark, but you’re not complaining. he leans in again, his lips now pressing soft, teasing kisses on the bruised area, as if marking his territory. you can’t help but moan softly, your hands threading through his hair, urging him to continue. the way he’s focused on every inch of your skin, makes your pulse race. toji knows exactly how to drive you crazy, how to make you want him more with each deliberate touch.

toji's dream is to be smothered between your thighs as he eats you out. he loves overstimulating you. he does it on purpose so he can feel you squeezing your trembling legs around his head as he works you through your release. he’ll hold your legs open, kneading at the flesh as he pleasures you. and he won’t stop until you tap out

toji whispers “you’re everything i’ve ever wanted” when he's come down from an intense a few rounds. his hands are on you, lips pressed to your skin, and his voice low and filled with raw emotion. his praises make you feel completely cherished. toji isn’t just touching you—he’s worshipping you, wanting you to know just how much he loves every inch of you. and he makes sure to remind you constantly

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a/n: thank you for reading!! i wrote another version similar to this, but with chubby toji!! you can read it here!

[shawtuzi]

this video got me thinking….its kinda giving choso so walk with me real quick besties

˚ʚ♡ɞ

“fuckkkk,” the back of choso’s head knocked against the headboard, his chest heaving with a thin sheen of sweat covering it. the poor boy couldn’t form a single thought—the only thing swirling around in his empty mind is that he needed more.

his breath hitched when he felt your tongue wrap around his nipple once more, flicking the sensitive bud with your tongue. you didn’t bother saying much to him, it’d be pointless being the only word he could respond with was a breathy ��fuck’.

“i’m ’bout to—hmph! nut again, it’s coming baby,” his head lolled onto his shoulder, his hips now bucking up to create a rhythm with your hand. you hummed around his nipple, squeezing his angry red tip, the clear pearls of precum leaking from his tip had you dying for a taste. “be louder…w’nna hear you cho,” you whispered in his ear, licking at the shell of it.

choso shuddered rather violently at the feeling, but nonetheless he got louder for you—a tad bit louder than you had expected. choso’s mouth dropped opened, a symphony of whiny moans following right after.

if he had any energy he’d fuck your fist himself, but alas after 3 consecutive orgasms all he could do was pathetically roll his hips. “so fuckin’ close, cmon baby make me cum,” choso nearly jumped out of his skin when he felt your soft hands begin to play his balls, squeezing them ever so softly.

choso’s entire body went limp as his orgasm hit, moan after pornographic moan spilling past his kiss bitten lips. the first shot of cum landed on his chest, some getting on his chin, which you greedily licked at a second later. his thighs shook in overstimulation, nearly closing because now it was really starting to become too much.

“baby baby baby wait—hah! you’re gonna f-fuckin’ kill me,” his larger hand wrapped weakly around your wrist, but it stopped nothing. you kissed you way up his chest to his neck, sloppily kissing, licking, and sucking any bit you could get. he just smelled so good—like vanilla and cinnamon, you just wanted to eat him up.

you brushed his hair out his face with your free hand. you looked into his tired, yet oh so lustful eyes, “you good?” you asked, halting your hand’s movements. choso sniffled and gave you a weak nod, “want you to drain me dry angel, even if i start crying.” it’s funny because just as choso finished his sentence a stray tear slipped from his eye, landing on his already messy abdomen.

choso stuck out his tongue making you giggle. you knew exactly what he wanted. you leant over, wasting no time shoving your tongue in his mouth, swallowing up his whiny moans. you resumed your hand’s movements, squealing when you felt choso’s teeth sink into your bottom lip.

he truly didn’t know if he had another orgasm in him but he didn’t care, even if he blacked out. why do you ask?? because soon he’ll be receiving the best aftercare known to man. cuddles, kisses, BACK SCRATCHES!!! he was as content as could be.

[honey-on-your-tongue]

Corruption kink with boyfriend Simon Riley, part 2 (nsfw)

Part 1 here

Now, although Simon has a newfound fascination with you jerking his cock while you make out and letting you get him to come (in his jeans, you’re still a little shy about seeing him), he can’t be a greedy bastard, especially not when he’s dying to know what you sound like when you moan and whimper.

So one day, while you two are cuddling and watching TV, he casually asks, “Baby, you realized I’ve never touched you?”

You reply with a soft, “Hm?”

“Yeah,” he says. “You touch me, but I ain’t ever touched you. I’ve never made you feel good.”

You pause, not really sure what to reply, and just kind of shrug it off. “Oh. Yeah, I guess.” You say nothing more and, instead, just return your focus to the TV.

But Simon isn’t going to let the subject go that easily. He’s already imagining what your pretty cunt would feel like against his fingertips, and now he needs to know.

He kisses at your neck before his mouth moves to your ear, gently nibbling on the lobe. He feels you shudder slightly and he grins.

One of his hands moves from your waist, sliding down, over your hip. He rubs you there gently as he kisses at your shoulder. “You’re gorgeous, you know that?” he says, voice already rough with arousal.

He moves his hand from your hip, over your thigh, towards your lower stomach. He splays his hand over your womb, and then it’s moving down, down between your thighs.

He feels you squirm a little, and you reach out to grab his wrist, maybe try to move his hand back to someplace that’s not so intimate, but his hand reaches the apex between your thighs and you freeze.

“Shh, shh,” he coos when he senses the way you tense. “Relax, baby. It’ll feel good, I promise.” He kisses behind your ear.

So you let him. He rubs you slightly and your breath hitches. He smiles at himself.

His hand works with enough pressure that you’re getting the friction you need, your breathing growing erratic, and then your hips are pressing against his hand. Little moans and whimpers leave you, and it’s the most wonderful sound Simon’s ever heard.

Your hand flies down, grabs onto his wrist, and you start guiding his movements, angling his hand to how you like it. And Simon almost comes in his pants then and there.

“Yeah, baby. Get off on my hand. You deserve it, deserve the world,” he murmurs, hearing the little whines you make, trying to hold himself back from grinding against you.

Then you’re shaking, thighs pressing together, and then you come. And Simon almost loses his mind. He’s a gone man, gone, lost, entranced and obsessed with you.

“That’s my good girl. My good, good girl. So pretty, so good. God, I can’t wait to give you more.”

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Part 3 here

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a/n

for some reason I feel like this isn't as good as the last part??? 😭 I'm sorry if it wasn't, and if it was, ignore my insecurities lol. Love every single one of you, babes 💛

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[digi-diareis]

"We need to talk" Prank

with the LaDS love interests, implied that the LI's are already in a relationship w you

Xavier

Oh he's pulling out the puppy dog eyes immediately, lower lip jutting out and ready to start crying.

"I'm sorry." "What? Do you even know what you're apologizing for? Also, why are you apologizing?"

This guy is ready to admit to any and all the faults he's made the past week, from cooking without permission, eating her secret stash of snacks, forgetting to feed the cat on time, etc.

"Please don't break up with me, please please please please-" "Xavi, baby, calm down, I'm not breaking up with you"

Anyways, the prank doesn't even last a minute because you break the moment he pulls out the kicked puppy look and he starts begging for you.

You guys end up cuddling the entire day because he won't stop sulking and being worried that you're tired of him so you can't really leave him alone because this is your fault.

We love a loser like Xavi <3

Rafayel

Dramatic ass man and pranks like these are like perfect tiktok material.

"Oh, you are NOT breaking up with me. I don't give you permission to." "I don't recall breaking up having to need permission from both parties." "Well, now you know."

Anyways, you're both just bickering over stupid shit now. You've strayed from the "we need to talk" to now pointing fingers at who's the bigger drama queen between the two of you.

Zayne

Oh sweet summer child, takes you very seriously.

"What is it, love? Did I do something to upset you?"

Oh, you just know how guilty you'll end up feeling when you keep up with the prank. You last a solid 3 sentences before you slowly turn quiet because he's listening so patiently and looks like he's truly reflecting on everything you've said.

"Okay, I'm sorry it was a stupid prank but I can't stand looking at you this guilty. You've been nothing but an absolute sweetheart, I could never ask for more."

Zayne sighs, relieved that it wasn't actually something major.

"Please, try not to do pranks like these again. I love you but the way my heart dropped when you said those words is not healthy."

You give him a big hug and lots of smooches to make it up to him, vowing never to do pranks like these on him again.

Sylus

Oh, you are looking forward to this. There's a power trip of sorts when you remember how much power you actually hold over this man. And this is perfect.

Some say this might be a red flag of yours but you're dating a wholeass criminal big boss so it's not really that big of a deal.

When you start the prank, he raises an eyebrow. Feeling like it might be a prank since he did spoil you and didn't do anything to piss you off recently.

"And what is it this time, sweetheart?"

Okay ngl, I think this prank goes way too far because he would correct / contradict / defend every single reason and excuse you come up with. That it just becomes a wholeass debate of whether you even have an actual reason to be unsatisfied with your relationship.

At the end of it all, you are breathless and out of excuses. So you just glare at him. Sylus simply smirks knowing he won this 'argument'.

"I'll get you someday, look forward to the day that you're begging for me on your knees." "Oh sweetheart, I'd get on my knees for you anytime, if you just asked."

Caleb

You feel like this might be the worst idea you've ever had, knowing full well how possessive Caleb can get but anything for the gram or whatever the kids say.

"Say that again, buttercup? I think I misheard you."

Oh, the way his voice dropped an entire octave got you both nervous and also maybe turned on?

You try to be strong and push through, repeating what you said.

"Sure, we can talk. Did I do something wrong? Did I upset you? Did you find out about the hidden cameras? Is it the new guy at work, did he give you any ideas? I knew I shouldn't have stopped at a few broken ribs-" "CALEB WHAT THE FUCK"

Prank is forgotten, you are now giving him an hour long sermon about hidden cameras and not beating up every man who has any interaction with you.

What you say is definitely passing through the other ear for him, he's just pleased he managed to distract you from the original topic. Its better that you feel responsible for correcting him and being stuck with him rather than you getting sick and tired of him.

Caleb - 1 : You - 0

(i tried my best but i feel like these are very ooc aaaaaaa)

[kisssukuna33]

Boxerbf Sukuna! Who always have you over at his house the night before an important match. It helps with the stress he says.

Boxerbf Sukuna! Who always put on a TV show before you two settle into the couch for cuddles. Usually the cuddling session is a mix of him relaxing against you as you ask him questions about the match tomorrow.

"You packed an extra pair of shorts this time right? Remember what happened last time"

"yeah I did"

"Did you iron the clothes?"

"Uraume took care of it"

"That new protein shake your nutritionist recommended, Did you take it?"

"Already did"

"What about snacks during the game tomorrow? did Uraume-

"oh my god baby relax, it's all taken care of"

He says in somewhat of an annoyed tone as he pulls you even closer to his chest, tightening his grip around you. But deep down he loves it when you are concerned about him like this.

Boxerbf Sukuna! Who insists that having a good time before the match tomorrow isn't a problem to him but you reject the offer firmly because you know how Sukuna gets whenever you two started something.

It always ends up dragging for hours so no, your bf needs his beauty sleep for tomorrow.

Boxerbf Sukuna! Who pouts slightly when you say no to him but decides to settle with the short make out session instead, better than nothing he thinks.

Boxerbf Sukuna! Who teasingly steals few touches from your sensitive areas, clearly trying to rile you up but stops after seeing the glare you gave him.

Boxerbf Sukuna! Who never seems to be the type to get much nervous before matches. Because of his Overconfidence? His never ending Ego? maybe. But his ability to stand strong in situations like this always makes your heart flutter.

Boxerbf Sukuna! Who always makes sure you get the best VIP seat to his match, You always need to be in the front lines where he can see you from clearly when he beat up his opponent back to his ancestors.

Boxerbf Sukuna! Who always find a way to bring you up in the Media press. Sukuna is widely known by the audience for being a down bad "simp" for his girlfriend as well as a complete disaster for his opponents.

"Mr Ryomen, Do you know there's a whole talk in the internet about you being a simp for your girlfriend? What do you have to say to people who spread things like that?"

"Keep spreading the truth I guess. The internet definitely needs it more"

Boxerbf Sukuna! Who hurries back to his changing room and jumps straight into your arms. Despite your constant nagging for him to get patched up first.

"Baby did you saw the jab-cross I threw before he hit the ground?"

"Yeah it was Amazing Ryo!"

"I did good than the last match, didn't I?"

"Yeah you always do"

"Then I deserve way more than that cheap kiss you gave me earlier don't I?"

"Get patched up first you freak, Uraume's waiting"

Boxerbf Sukuna! Who lets you both into his house as he holds your waist with one arm. He let go of your waist as he makes his way for the bathroom while murmuring something about showering first.

As he started to shower you turn on the tv with the intention of seeing the live match you saw today in the digital screen. And it immediately cuts to a interview Sukuna did just right after winning.

Boxerbf Sukuna! Who seems enthusiastic as ever talking to the reporters about the match he finished and the opponent he defeated. Not long after he adds a little appreciation from his part.

"My manager Uraume helped me with a lot of stuff so I truly appreciate them. Also my girlfriend stayed up beside me every night when I practiced and supported me in everything, this win is hers as much as it is mine."

"if you're watching this I love you baby"

A warm feeling start to take over your chest as you hear his words. The man who's appreciated and idolized by millions saying these things so casually to you, you still can't get your mind around it.

Then the reporter use his luck to ask a risky question one more time.

"it's look like you two have a great relationship together, what do you think about marriage Mr Ryomen?"

To that question Sukuna doesn't respond but instead returns a well knowing little grin as he waves off the interview.

"Tch why did they ruin the moment by asking that, now it looks like he doesn't want to marry me" you said to yourself.

Just as you were about to leave to the kitchen to grab a snack, something shining inside the closet that Sukuna forgot to shut earlier catches your eyes.

Hidden by the cloth piles it was a little jewelry box that had familiar initials on top of it.

It was none other than yours and Sukuna's.

Wait..

No that can't be, Yeah maybe this is the earrings he wanted to give you before.

But much to your surprise the box opened up to reveal a gorgeous wedding ring. A big diamond you sure costed atleast 5 six figures alone sitting on top of it. Inside the ring you and Sukuna's initials were carved into it making it seem even more special to your eyes.

Your heart is jumping from excitement and happiness, everything about your life is starting to get better and better and you can't help but thank Sukuna for it.

You don't want to ruin the surprise he planned for you of course. So you put the box back to it's place and sit on the bed till he's done showering patiently but the stupid smile you had since earlier didn't left your face for once.

"Alright I'm done showering let's slee- what's with you?"

"What's with me? nothing Ryo"

"You're are smiling very creepily woman"

"Ryo that's mean! My smile is not creepy!"

"Yeah whatever come here, freak"

Sukuna says as he drags you closer to his side of the bed while turning off the bedside lamp at the same time. Your bodies intertwine with each other like it was always meant to be. Sukuna's hands wrapping around you as he buries his face into your neck.

"Ryo?"

"hmm"

"I love you"

You can feel a small smile tugging at his lips.

"I love you too princess, more than anything"

Boxing Kuna is my favorite <33

No grammar checks though sorry :/

[goaskangel]

perv!toji and his sweet virgin gf - part two!

part one

toji’s got you exactly where he wants you. soft and pliable, a little cold to the side of him on the couch. you’re invested in the show broadcasted on the TV, mouth dropped a little with your eyes glued on what’ll happen next. your hands are clenched gently on toji’s shirt as you guys cuddle with a small pull-over on the both of you. 

he couldn’t care less about the show but he’s real intrigued by you. his hands rub and grope at the fat of your thighs carefully, smoothing his knuckles on your cold skin.

his face resting on your head, leaving the occasional kiss to your temple or a sniff of the perfume behind your neck. 

usually the closest he could get without you flustering up immediately was casual cuddling. so these little touches on your legs and his body pressing up behind yours was the biggest privilege to him. he can’t scare you off so easily so he continues.

“awh!” you jolt up slightly when the episode’s left on a cliffhangers, advertisements and trailers play on the cable. “can’t believe it.” whispering as you accept defeat and relax back down again, a pout on your face as your hand trails down to find your boyfriend’s strong hand on your upper thigh. 

“toj’...” your squeeze at him, your body suddenly warming. 

“don’t know how you focused. so invested. i definitely couldn’t pay attention.”  he emphasizes by kneading the fat of your hips. 

you roll from your side to resting your back on the armrest, “mm, you’re so dramatic.” taking your hand to brush your fingers on his sculpted jaw. he takes this time to get a hold of it and pepper kisses on your hand  

“yeah, for good reason.” he speaks between pecs, taking his time to trail down your body. but crawling down quick enough before you can object. cherishing the pieces of skin that’s exposed from your raised shirt, all the soft skin your shorts expose. your arms coming to rest beside you, unsure what to do as the experienced man presses smooches into you. 

deep and possessive mutters come from him, “so perfect. this untouched body, all mine. you know how sexy it is? knowing i’m the only one who knows how you feel?” he dips his head between your thighs as he looks up to your needy but nervous expression. you close your legs to hold any modesty you have left. you’ve never done anything with him, let alone anything with anybody. your hearts racing–it’s too much to decide if you do really want this, what if you embarrass yourself in front of him? he rubs low and shallow circles on your kneecaps, open-mouth kisses on your body. 

“you’re overthinking it, baby. i jus’ wanna make you come, right on my fingers–make you feel so good. that so bad?”

“toji, i don’t…” you pause. 

your fingers dip into the waistband of your shorts and you slide them down. 

“yeah, there she is, my good girl.” he helps you with the rest. he’s so incredibly eager and he shows it. throwing your shorts to the ground like they’re nothing before diving between your legs. he smiles hard at the sticky spot of your panties and presses his thumb at your clothed clit. your back arches off the couch from the sudden impact, starting to moan quietly at how he conditions you to his touch by circling his finger on your wanting bud. before you know it, your only protection is ripped away and toji’s eyeing your cunt like the greedy man he is. he spits a good glob of saliva on the hood and watches how it dribbles down past your folds, slick with your own arousal, to the couch cushions. 

he sucks on his middle finger for a second and teases the tip at your fluttering hole, 

“pretty virgin pussy, you ever take anything besides your own little fingers?”

you shake your head, biting your lip knowing just one of his fingers could deflower you alone. you throb at the thought and buck your hips, “put it in already.” 

“mhm, can’t wait to hear that again.” he squeezes past the soft folds whilst thumbing your clit, his finger digging in carefully as you wince. you’re pouring of soppy gloss as he manages to reach another finger into you, cooing at your little curses and urges. reassuring you with dirty words like you’re so warm, sweet girl. gonna feel this way around my cock when i have my way, huh? gonna sound so pretty when i fuck your little body. tight and fuckin’ wet, bet you taste so good.

he tongues at the mess around your labia and tight hole, making you gasp. something so warm and fluid, nothing like you’ve felt before. just safe vibrators and your hands to make you come but this, this was so much. so much more intense–now he’s fucking your tight pussy with his tongue. it already felt so long and hot in your mouth and now it’s inside you. 

your hips roll, a strong stir in your lower back. “toji–augh, oh! mmm–can’t, it’s so much. gonna come toji i’m close” 

you come undone, right on his mouth as he continues fucking you through your orgasm. praising you and kissing your inner thighs, licking his fingers clean. pressing a few to your clit, making you giggle through exhaustion when he tries kissing your lips when his are covered with your wetness. mmm he can’t wait for the day you let him really love you!

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