#@ anon I am gently touching your cheeks and kissing your forehead

[cyberllfe]

Hey! Found your work through Last Call and I'm mesmerized by how well you write character interactions. I don't know if you are still accepting writing prompt ideas but I've got a bunch of these dirty ones to offload so uhm anyone reading this feel free to use:

Teasing Rk900 at a conference meeting gone wrong! (Angry closet/ bathroom sex)

improvised bdsm toys with a belt and tie

Installing an upgrade to an RK unit....testing it out.

Moody car sex

Getting chased down in an alley and fucked for fun

Enjoying nature

Getting caught snooping online to see if RK units have dicks, Getting caught by smug bastard

anon. ANON. do you have ANY idea what you’ve done?

first of all. thank you, I’m yelling so much because of your lovely words. SECONDLY:

I am not technically open for fic prompts. TECHNICALLY. I added a note to last call about prompts to just… see if anyone was interested before I started over here. I’m not a particularly speedy writer but I love a challenge and I know you horny monsters have the BEST ideas.

THAT SAID. I’m writing every damn thing on your list. your list itself is in my WIP journal with hearts and dicks and sparkles doodled around it. you have no idea how excited I am. I’m clawing at the WALLS HERE

and with that: I’m officially open to receive fic prompts now. ask for anything.

[sacharinee]

hi m!!! what do you think about bf!pete getting his wisdom teeth out? and the reader taking care of him?? hed be so funny lmao xxD

-🧸

pairing: bf!peter parker x reader w/c: 750 a/n: hi anon!! thnk u for requesting i had sm fun writing this! :)

you’re sat at the dentist's office, cooped up in those uncomfortable chairs while you anxiously waited for your boyfriend’s surgery to finish.  

when peter ranted and moaned nonstop over his constant toothache, may decided enough was enough, and took it upon herself to set an appointment for her nephew. he wasn’t too keen on the idea. peter wasn’t afraid of anything ninety-nine percent of the time. dentists, however, wasn’t one of them. 

“can’t you stay here with me?” 

“stay? baby, no they’re gonna be drilling in your teeth.”

“but i-”

“and it’s gonna be bloody and nasty and i don’t wanna have to see all that.”

you turn towards him, only to come face to face with the boy’s horrified look, his eyes are wide and skin pale, mouth open in shock. you cringe at your response.

“but,” you stand, “you’re gonna do amazing, you’re gonna sit here and let the dentist do his magic.” you smile and lean down to plant a sweet kiss on his forehead.

“y/n/n, wait but-” you drop his hand on the way out, “bye, love you baby! be good!”

“y/n!”

two hours later swing by when a woman in navy scrubs comes to get you, announcing that peter is out of surgery. 

you knew that he would be high out of his mind on laughing gas, you just didn’t think it would be this bad. 

when you enter, the dentist is off to the side, looking over charts, packing a care bag for his patient.

peter’s head lulls towards your touch on his shoulder and slowly blinks at your presence. 

“hi baby, how you feeling?” you give him a beaming smile.

your boyfriend does his best to muster the same grin, but the amount of gauze in his mouth makes his rosy cheeks puff out, drool dripping down the corner of his mouth.

peter takes a moment to stare at you, “woaahh” he languidly slurs his words, “you’re so pretty.” 

you giggle at the comment when the boy gasps in horror, “wait, wait, i have a girlfriend, and she’s-” he looks up at you worriedly and slaps his forehead, “i’m in trouble.”

you can’t help but let out a laugh, he’s so dopey. 

your fingers touch the bottom of his chin gently and lift his head, “i’m your girlfriend, silly.” 

a loud gasp escapes peter as his face turns ecstatic, “get out!” you giggle at his reaction, the dentist glances over at you two and offers an admiring smile.

“so do we have sex?”

the awkward silence in the room kills you. 

your face blushes, as you shake your head and clear your throat, “peter, no.”

“no?!” he sighs in disappointment, “aw man.” your boyfriend pouts at the floor, “what have i been doing with my life.”

“oh my god, pete,” when the dentist turns away, you whisper and offer him a shrug, “sometimes we do.”

the delight on his face returns and his eyes go wide, “really?!”

the boy seriously has no filter.

as you’re packing his things, peter pauses and pokes his cheeks, “wait y/n,” he pauses, “my face kinda feels weird.”

you look around and hand him a mirror from the counter, “oh my god…” peter gingerly touches his face as you kneel down at him, “what’s wrong, baby?”

“my face… it’s so fat!” he’s got tears in his eyes and whining with a jutted bottom lip, “y/n,” sniffle. “will-” sniffle. “will you still love me if my face is so fat?” 

you roll your eyes and smile at his antics, “of course, i would.”

he seems pleased with your answer because he’s back to smiling. you go back to packing his things. “hey, mr dentist,” he woozily slurs, the gauze is practically spilling out his mouth, “d’you know i’m spider-man?”

you mentally facepalm at his obliviousness and mutter, “jesus christ.”

you turn to the older man who’s chuckling at his mental state and shrug, “he also thinks he’s luke skywalker from star wars.”

“but i am!-” “okay bug boy, lets go.”

“where we going?”

“home, sweetie.”

he gasps eagerly and raises his eyebrows at you, “to have sex?”

“oh my god.”

soon after the dentist explains and hands you everything he needs to recover, you guide peter to the car. 

he’s extremely dramatic. 

he’s got his hands around your shoulders, dragging himself on the floor, acting like he can’t walk - which he definitely can.

“peter, i know you can walk. c’mon help me out,” you beg.

“no, i can’t" he moans, "carry me,” he demands.

“what? no,”

“why not?”

“because you’re too heavy.”

and he’s crying all over again, “i knew it! you hate me 'cause you think my face is too fat!”

[rosenclaws]

i just know leopold would take such good care of a sick reader…….

Remedy || Leopold Mountbatten x Reader

warnings: fluff!! leo being the cutest, love confession <33

a/n: anon you are so fucking right Leopold would be the best person to take care of you and you should say it. ALSO OMG HES SO SOFT IN THIS MOVIE I CANT TAKE ITTTTT

You were absolutely miserable. From the moment you woke up you could tell everything was wrong. Your body ached, your head hurt, nose stuffed. There's no doubt that you were sick. Well that's too bad because you couldn't afford to be sick right now.

Work had been an absolute hell hole and you had mountains of tasks on your to do list. It takes every bit of energy you have to get out of bed. You throw on whatever work clothes are closest and head to your kitchen. As the coffee brews you lay your forehead on the counter, hoping the cool marble will somehow get rid of your fever.

"Good morning!" You recognize Leopold's voice from the window. You groan in response, hoping he gets the message. You look up and see him watching you with concern.

"You look ill." He reaches to touch your forehead but you gently shove his hand away.

"I'm fine." You mumble as you pour yourself a cup of coffee. He places his hand on your forehead and shakes his head.

"You are most certainly not fine, you're hot to the touch." You sigh and place your cup on the counter, searching your drawers for wherever your medicine was.

"No I'm fine. I can't get sick right now so I'm going to down as much Dayquil as I can and go to work." Leopold reaches out and grabs your wrist.

"Darling, you are not going to work today." He says softly.

It breaks his heart to see you so ill and refusing to let yourself rest. Not on his watch. It's his duty to take care of you, whether you want it or not.

"Leo I'm-" Your cut short by a wave of lightheadedness. Your eyes widen as you stumble slightly. Leopold catches you before you can fall.

"Okay fine maybe I am sick." He smiles softly as he gently guides you back to your bedroom.

"I will phone your work, you get back into bed." Being the gentleman he is he closes the door to let you get undressed.

You quickly strip off your clothes and get back into your pajamas. Your bed has never felt more comfortable in your life. You fight the covers, not sure if you want them or if it's too hot. So you settle on half on half off. You can hear Leo in your kitchen.

How lucky can you be you think. To have someone as amazing as Leopold in your life. Your relationship with him is newer. A couple months but it's been a dream. He's sweet and kind and ridiculously handsome. You know it's new but you think you might be falling in love.

"Darling are you dressed?" He calls through the door.

"Yeah" You say weakly as you snuggle into the pillow.

The door opens and he frowns at the miserable look on your face. He has a glass of water in his hands and Tylenol in the other. You smile, hoping it wasn't too hard for him to find it.

"Everything hurts." You say with a pout. He lifts the glass of water to your lips and helps you take the pain meds. His hand cups your cheek and he leans down to kiss your forehead. He soothingly runs his hand along your arm.

"I am here for whatever you need." You close your eyes, just wanting to sleep for a little longer.

"Sleep well." You hear him say before darkness takes over.

You don't know how much time has past by the time you wake up again. You still feel sick but the sleep helped. You feel around for your lamp and turn it on, the light making you wince. A delicious smell catches your attention as you get out of bed. Wrapping a blanket around you, you slowly make your way to the kitchen. You're met with the sight of Leopold in an apron. Fresh groceries sitting on your counter as he focuses all his attention to pot on the stove.

"Smells great," Your voice cracks and you grimace, maybe you should have drank some water before trying to speak.

"Hello darling," He walks over and kisses your cheek.

Like he could read your mind he offers you a glass of water and tells you to go lay down. You don't listen however as you want to watch him cook. Leopold has always had a passion for food and he let it be known whenever he was in the kitchen. It doesn't take long for him to be done and he shoos you away to the couch.

"It's my mothers recipe," He says as he places a bowl of soup in front of you.

There's a soft look in his eyes, you don't know much about his parents, he doesn't talk about them much. You do know that they passed a long time ago.

"She loved to cook, even though we had staff she always found herself making and creating new recipes." She must be where he got his appreciation of food.

"Whenever I got sick she would make me this and it would heal me right up." He carefully feeds you a spoonful, even blowing on it for you. Your eyes widen as the delicious liquid meets your lips.

"Oh my god this is the best thing I've ever tasted." He laughs as you reach for the spoon.

"This is what food can be when you use fresh ingredients darling, not frozen TV dinners." He always got on your case about those but they're quick and easy so it's fine.

"Well if you want to cook then I'll start buying."

"Anytime."

You finish your soup quickly, already starting to feel better. You rest your head in Leopold's chest as some TV show plays in the background.

"Will you stay here tonight? Think it'll help me feel better." You ask with a whisper. He wraps his arms around you, his hands gently rubbing your shoulder.

"Of course I can." He rests his chin on the top of your head, letting the TV play as he feels you growing sleepier by the second.

"Leo can I tell you something." Your eyes are fighting sleep and his warm embrace isn't helping.

"Anything."

"I think I love you." You can feel him tense only for a moment before his heart starts to beat faster.

He smiles, a warm feeling bursting from his chest. He presses a kiss to the top of your head, gently lulling you back to sleep. You've never felt so cared for, so loved, so at peace than with him. You yawn and snuggle closer to him. He leans in close and whispers in your ear, letting his soft words bring you to sleep.

"I cannot begin to describe how much I love you my darling. Now sleep, I will be here in the morning."

[moonselune]

I'm not the same anon who requested for Wyll, Gale, and Astarion with gn!Tav who can't sleep & told him "I'm afraid I'll wake up and you won't love me anymore" but could I request for the same prompt with Halsin, Rolan, and Raphael? - emoji anon

Ahhhh I really enjoyed doing this !!

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

Halsin:

The soft glow of the campfire cast warm, flickering light over the two of you as you sat close together in the forest clearing. The night was calm, the sounds of nature a comforting background to the intimate moment you were sharing with Halsin. His strong arms were wrapped around you, his body providing a steady source of warmth against the cool night air. You had been talking for hours, sharing stories and dreams, but now, a shadow of doubt crossed your mind, and you felt compelled to voice your fears.

"Halsin," you began hesitantly, your voice barely above a whisper, "I'm scared. What if one day I wake up and you don't love me anymore?"

Halsin's expression softened immediately, his eyes filled with tenderness and understanding. He cupped your face gently, his thumbs brushing away the small tears that had begun to form in your eyes.

"That will never happen," he said firmly, his voice a deep, reassuring rumble. "I love you more than words can express, and that love grows stronger with each passing day."

You sniffled, trying to take comfort in his words, but the fear still lingered in the back of your mind. Sensing your continued unease, Halsin leaned in, pressing soft, comforting kisses along your forehead and down the bridge of your nose.

"In fact," he continued between kisses, his lips trailing a path down to your cheeks, "I'm starting to suspect you must have made a deal with a devil or something."

You blinked in surprise, a laugh bubbling up despite your worries. "A deal with a devil?" you echoed, half-amused and half-confused. Halsin's eyes twinkled with mischief as he kissed the corner of your mouth.

"Yes," he said with a grin. "How else could you have enchanted me so completely? I'm utterly bewitched by you, my love."

You laughed, the sound finally breaking through the remaining shadows of doubt. Halsin's kisses continued, moving down your neck and across your collarbone, each touch filled with love and devotion.

"You're ridiculous," you said, but the smile on your face showed that his words had worked their magic.

"Perhaps," Halsin replied, his lips finding the sensitive spot just below your ear, causing you to gasp. "But I am your ridiculous druid, and I will never stop loving you. I promise you that."

With each kiss, each tender word, Halsin dispelled your fears, filling you with the warmth of his unwavering love. As the night continued, the bond between you grew ever stronger, safe in the knowledge that his heart belonged to you, now and always.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

Rolan:

The room was dimly lit, the gentle glow of candlelight casting shadows on the walls. You were lying in bed with Rolan, your bodies tangled together in a comfortable embrace. As the quiet moments stretched on, a nagging fear that had been building within you finally pushed its way to the surface. Taking a deep breath, you decided to share your worry with him.

"Rolan," you said softly, your voice trembling slightly, "I'm scared. What if one day I wake up and you don't love me anymore?"

Rolan's immediate reaction was to smirk, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "Don't be scared," he said, his tone playful. "I don't love you now."

You blinked in shock, your heart dropping at his words. "That's not funny," you said, shoving him off the bed in a burst of frustration.

Rolan landed on the floor with a thud, his eyes wide with surprise. For a moment, there was silence, and then he crawled back to the bed, a look of genuine remorse on his face.

"I'm sorry," he said earnestly, his voice softening. "That was a terrible joke. Please, forgive me."

You eyed him warily, but the sincerity in his eyes and the pleading tone of his voice began to melt your anger. "Why would you say something like that?"

Rolan sighed, sitting back on his heels as he reached for your hand. "I guess I didn't realize how serious your fear was," he admitted. "I honestly thought you were joking as well, how could I ever wake up and not love you anymore?"

He took your hand and kissed it tenderly, his eyes never leaving yours.

"Let me make it up to you," he whispered, his lips moving to your wrist, then your forearm, each kiss a silent apology. "I do love you, more than I can ever express. And I promise you, I will never stop loving you."

You watched him, your heart slowly starting to believe his words as his kisses continued up your arm and across your shoulder.

"It's just… sometimes I'm afraid," you confessed, your voice barely audible. Rolan pulled you close, his lips pressing against your forehead in a lingering kiss.

"I understand," he said softly. "But you have nothing to fear. My love for you is strong and unwavering. I will always be here for you."

As he held you, the warmth of his embrace and the sincerity in his voice began to dispel the shadows of doubt that had once darkened your heart.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

Raphael:

The plush, opulent bedchamber in Raphael's personal boudoir was lit only by the flickering flames of a grand fireplace. The warmth of the fire provided a stark contrast to the chill of doubt that had settled in your heart. The room, decorated with luxurious draperies and intricate tapestries - mostly of himself, felt both welcoming and intimidating, much like your lover.

As you sat on the edge of the bed, your fingers nervously traced the embroidered patterns on the comforter, you couldn't shake the nagging fear that had been haunting you for days. Taking a deep breath, you finally found the courage to voice your concern.

"Raphael," you began, your voice barely above a whisper, "I'm scared that one day I'll wake up and you won't love me anymore. That I'm just an amusement for you, a passing fancy."

Raphael, who had been lounging elegantly on a chaise near the fireplace, immediately straightened up. His piercing eyes, usually filled with a mix of mischief and desire, softened as they met yours. He stood and crossed the room with a grace that seemed almost otherworldly, his expression one of sincere concern.

"My dear," he said, his voice dripping with exaggerated sorrow, "how could you think such a thing? Clearly, my dedication and devotion to you have been far too subtle."

You couldn't help but let out a small laugh at his melodramatic tone, feeling a bit silly for having doubted him. Raphael's eyes sparkled as he saw your smile, but he wasn't finished yet. He took your hands in his, pulling you to your feet with a gentle yet insistent tug.

"Come now," he said, his voice taking on a more playful lilt, "Clearly I need to step up my game. I must be more assertive, more overt in my affections."

Before you could protest, Raphael twirled you into his grasp, his movements as smooth as silk. His arms encircled you, pulling you close as he began to plant a trail of kisses along your neck and collarbone, each one more fervent than the last. You tried to squirm away, your laughter echoing through the room, but Raphael's grip was firm and unyielding.

"Raphael, stop!" you giggled, your hands pushing gently at his chest. "This is ridiculous!"

"Ridiculous?" he echoed, feigning shock as he continued his assault of affection. "I think not! This is what a lover does to ensure their beloved never doubts them again."

His lips found the sensitive spot just below your ear, and you felt a shiver of pleasure run down your spine. Despite your protests, your body responded eagerly to his touch, the lingering doubts in your mind beginning to melt away.

"You see," Raphael murmured against your skin, "I am quite serious about you. You are not just an amusement or a passing fancy. You are mine, and I intend to make sure you never forget that."

He punctuated his words with a series of hickeys, each one a mark of his possessive love. You could feel the heat rising in your cheeks, but your heart swelled with a mixture of love and laughter. Raphael's over-the-top display of affection was exactly what you needed to banish your fears.

"Alright, alright," you said, finally giving in as you wrapped your arms around his neck. "I believe you. But you didn't have to be so dramatic, or physical for that matter."

Raphael pulled back just enough to look into your eyes, his expression softening once more. "My love, with you, I will always be dramatic. How else can I properly show you the depth of my feelings?"

He leaned in for a gentle, lingering kiss, and as you melted into his embrace, you knew that his love was anything but a passing fancy.

[yuff7e]

Hello !!

Could you please write a scenario with muzan where gn reader is his s/o and blind , has no idea muzan is a demon ?

I love your blog !!

𝐇𝐈𝐃𝐃𝐄𝐍 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐧𝐞𝐮𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

hi there anon!! and thank you so much, you’re the sweetest!! i love my bbg muzan, so i’d be delighted to write this for you, hope you enjoy this one-shot :) ఌ︎

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐝

muzan kibutsuji

♬♪ -> lıllılı.ıllı.ılılıı

the night was quiet, the gentle hum of cicadas filling the air. you sat on the porch of your small home, the cool evening breeze brushing against your skin. you couldn’t see the stars, but you could imagine them, twinkling in the vast sky above. it was a peaceful night, one of the many you cherished.

you heard the familiar sound of footsteps approaching, light and graceful. a smile spread across your face as you recognized who it was. “muzan?” you called softly.

“yes, my love,” came the smooth, velvety reply. his voice always brought a sense of comfort and safety, despite the darkness that surrounded it. “i’m here.”

he reached you in a few steps, his presence overwhelming yet reassuring. you felt his hand gently cup your cheek, his thumb brushing over your skin. “how was your day?” he asked, his tone gentle. “quiet, but nice,” you replied, leaning into his touch. “i missed you.”

“i missed you too,” he said, his voice softening. you felt him lean down, pressing a tender kiss to your forehead. “shall we go inside?” you nodded, allowing him to guide you back into the house. his touch was always so careful, so deliberate, as if he was afraid to break you. it was one of the many things you loved about him. he led you to the living room, where you both settled down on the soft cushions.

“tell me about your day,” you urged, your hand resting on his. muzan hesitated for a moment before speaking. “it was... eventful,” he said carefully. “but i’m here now, with you, and that’s all that matters.”

you nodded, sensing that he didn’t want to delve into details. you trusted him, and that was enough. “i’m glad you’re here,” you said, squeezing his hand gently. “i always feel safe with you.”

“and i will always keep you safe,” he promised, his voice holding a steely determination. you could feel the intensity behind his words, the fierce protectiveness that was always present.

you smiled, your heart swelling with affection. “i know,” you whispered, leaning in to kiss him. his lips were cool against yours, but the kiss was filled with warmth and passion. you felt his arms wrap around you, pulling you closer.

for a moment, the world disappeared, leaving only the two of you in a bubble of love and trust. you reveled in the sensation, in the way he made you feel cherished and adored. it was moments like these that made everything worthwhile.

as you pulled away, you rested your head against his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. “muzan,” you murmured, “i love you.”

“and i love you,” he replied, his voice barely above a whisper. you could feel the sincerity in his words, the depth of his emotions.

the night continued in a comfortable silence, broken only by the occasional rustle of the wind outside. you felt completely at peace, wrapped in the warmth of his embrace. it was in these quiet moments that you felt the closest to him, even without being able to see his face.

“muzan,” you said softly, “what did i do to deserve you?” he chuckled, a low, melodic sound that sent shivers down your spine. “it is i who am undeserving of you,” he replied. “you are a light in my life, a beacon in the darkness.”

you smiled, feeling a blush rise to your cheeks. “you always know what to say,” you teased lightly. “only the truth,” he said, his tone serious. “you have brought me more joy than i ever thought possible.”

you nestled closer to him, feeling the steady rise and fall of his chest. “i’m glad,” you whispered. “because you mean everything to me.”

as the night wore on, you both sat in silence, content in each other’s presence. you didn’t need words to express your love; it was there in every touch, every gesture, every heartbeat.

you didn’t know the true nature of the man you loved, the darkness that lurked within him. but it didn’t matter. all you knew was that in his arms, you felt safe and cherished, and that was all you needed.

and so, as the night deepened and the world outside faded into darkness, you held onto the one constant in your life: your love for muzan, the man who had captured your heart and soul.

requests : open

[that-foul-legacy-lover]

Ooh I have an interesting question for you.

What are the subtle differences between Legacy and Childe? Like, besides the whole abyssal mothman transformation thing lmao. Things that only someone really close to them would notice.

No, no, lemme cook. It could be a difference in body language, it could be a hyper-specific mannerism, it could be a certain preference that contradicts the other side of him – or it could be something else entirely. A preferred manner of nonverbal communication. An emotional attachment to a specific thing. A memory the other side does not recall. A difference in their physical touch, or a different response to affection. Different fears.

Pls idek, I hope you can understand what I mean :')

I'd imagine Legacy relies heavily on instincts, rather than either emotion or logic, but that's as far as I can think, sleepless as I am. Thought you might like the lil prompt? Sort of?

Can this be considered a request?? Hmm... Whatever feels better for you I guess <33

Alr, that's all I think. Love you :DD

oh anon, i adore this. thank you so much

A Study of Mortal and Abyssal Nature

Foul Legacy x Reader Pronouns: Gender Neutral (no pronouns mentioned) Genre: Fluff, Comfort Warnings: Allusions to fighting and blood, mentions of the ocean

~ * ~ Childe stands tall, back straight with a hand casually on his hip, the epitome of confidence. If there’s a breeze his scarf begins to sway gently; a perfectly picturesque vision both strong and intimidating, as a Harbinger should be. Foul Legacy crouches, doing his best to seem unthreatening and gentle to the people he likes. He hunches in on himself, wanting to embrace, to listen, to comfort- but only for those he favors. Threats are met with snarls and bared fangs, claws sharp as razors and battle prowess honed to a deadly edge.

Childe has a wonderful, boisterous laugh that carries across the room and draws everyone’s eyes towards him. It’s loud and carefree, often done with his eyes closed and body doubled over as he fights to compose himself before finally looking up at you, breathless and grinning with delight. Foul Legacy chitters quietly, like a stream of soft, happy giggles. It’s almost always either from something you said or your reaction to his teasing, a glint of mischief in his crystalline eye, and he laughs until you’re laughing alongside him, before gently nudging his head under your chin with a lighthearted huff.

Childe walks down the streets with you easily, always touching you somehow- an arm around your shoulders, a hand on your waist, his fingers laced with yours. He cheerfully invades your personal space, bumping against you playfully and peppering kisses over your cheeks until you can’t help but push him away with a laugh, but he’ll stop instantly if you seem the slightest bit uncomfortable. Foul Legacy lingers close to you, nearby but not touching until you give him explicit permission, and even then his talons barely graze your skin. He gently bumps his forehead against yours instead, asking for you to scritch behind his horns and leaning into your touch. His head ends up in your lap more often than not, always making sure his kneading claws aren’t tearing your legs before inevitably falling asleep.

Childe loves the snow and all that it represents for him- his loyalty, his home, his strength. He stands firmly in the icy landscape, wrapped in a coat of furs and weaponry and love as he tells you to wait for him, wait for him in the warmth as he ventures into the cold, because he’ll always return just for you. Foul Legacy prefers warmth, having been surrounded by the chill of the Abyss for his whole life. His favorite moments are spent by a gentle fire, holding you close as you both sip hot drinks, and at night he makes sure to tightly curl around you. During the summer he basks in the sun, napping under the bright rays like a cat, only waking up with a sleepy rumble when you carefully shake him.

Childe prefers to hold you, shielding you from the outside world. As someone who was forced to grow up too soon, too quickly, Childe has seen darkness and despair firsthand, and wants nothing more than to protect you from everything cruel. He knows he can’t do it forever, that you’re plenty strong, but he can damn well try. Foul Legacy likes being held, having been deprived of kind touch in the Abyss. Being a native beast from the depths of the world, he was used to a solitary existence, but now he’s fallen in love with your hugs and kisses, burying himself in your arms when he’s feeling particularly lonely. There’s something so comforting about being able to curl against you, feeling you do your utmost to hug him even though he’s so much larger than you, his head against your shoulder and nuzzling against the crook of your neck.

Childe remembers bumping into you on the street, your apology quick and lighthearted. He had been wearing his Harbinger uniform, yet you still talked to him like he was an old friend, and Childe could feel his heart melting at that very instant. The next day he had walked that same path, and the next, and the next, until he finally came across you again with an eager shout. Foul Legacy remembers the first time Childe showed him to you, the way your eyes went wide with amazement. There had been a pause as Legacy crouched down to tentatively sniff you before letting out a delighted chirp- he recognized your scent, your voice, your appearance, from your time with Childe, watching from the back of the Harbinger’s mind. Now you were here, in front of him, and Legacy had quickly nudged his head against your outstretched hand with a purr.

Childe sings music from his home nation- popular songs, old ballads, lullabies his mother had sung for him. His accent comes through when he does, sheepishly laughing when you point it out, but he knows you love it so. He teaches you some of his and learns some of yours, mixing them together into something wholly unique. Foul Legacy’s songs are hauntingly beautiful, like an echoing whale’s call from deep beneath the sea. They’re all wordless tunes, composed entirely of notes and melodies, and he seems utterly overjoyed when you try to mimic them. One day he’ll tell you that his songs are reserved for you alone, the one he loves, but for now he’ll listen to you hum and hum back in return.

Childe tugs on your sleeve when he wants to get your attention, plopping his chin onto your shoulder as his arms wrap around you from behind. When you turn, you can see a silent pout on his lips, clearly telling you that he’s in need of some attention before he becomes restless. Foul Legacy approaches you directly, leaning down and bumping his head against your collarbone before looking at you imploringly. You’ll cup his face, swiping your thumbs over the plated cheeks, and a slow, soft purr rises from Legacy’s chest as he relaxes.

Childe fears the dark. Foul Legacy fears silence.

Childe fights to win. Foul Legacy fights to survive.

Both of them have nightmares. Both of them forcefully temper their hunger for blood with sparring. Both of them bristle at the slightest threat to the ones they care about. Both of them dread the day they’ll have to return to a kingdom of dead stars and corpses.

Both of them watch whatever you’re doing with a mushy, adoring look in their eyes, not saying a word. Both of them pick you up and spin you around in greeting after a long day’s work. Both of them sweep you into surprise dances, holding your hands like you’re a precious treasure. Both of them fall asleep leaning against you, waking up with a fluffy mess of ginger hair and a gentle, dreamy smile.

Both of them love you, unconditionally, now and forever.

[whimsicalpolitical]

this is for the anon who asked me about writing something about girlie who’s avoiding intimacy and Matty confronts her about it. I accidentally deleted your ask!! sorry, love.

It’s your first time staying over at your boyfriend's. it's nerve wracking for some reason. Maybe because you have all kinds of ideas running through your head about how your night could possibly go.

The thought about possible intimacy is scary, because you're not sure if you're actually prepared. You had set your mind to it on your way to his house; you will be ready if Matty asks to take things further. for his sake..

But, when the time had come, nothing happened. you expected at least something to happen. he's kissed you as per usual, however more than that has not occurred.

Now you’re laying on the couch, watching a movie that you’re not paying any attention to. You’re just focused on the arm that’s draped around you and your strength of not resting your head on Matty’s shoulder.

“What’s going on in that pretty head of yours, love?” Matty’s smooth voice interrupts your thoughts. you clear your throat and shake your head, dismissing your own tendencies to overthink every little thing.

His big hands cover both of yours completely. They’re warm. Nice to hold. The older man lifts your hands up to his lips and kisses your palms. You sigh and finally relax after what feels like hours, "nothing, Matty."

Little did you know that Matty has long noticed what's wrong. You’re easy to read, your body language reveals every little thing you're feeling.

“Alright, can you look at me for a moment?” He asks, turning so his body is facing yours.

You do. You look at him, trying to lie to him that it’s nothing but your shaky hands and flushed cheeks betray you.

“Can we talk?”

“About what?” You ask, fiddling with your hands in his lap. Matty’s gaze drops to them before he looks at your eyes.

“Can I?” He asks, probably the first time if he can take your hands because in your head it’s a common thing to be holding hands.

You nod, “yeah.”

He brings your hands to his lap and brushes soothing circles into the skin with his thumb.

“I’ve noticed that it’s always me who reaches out first, ehm in like connection to touch. You never really touch me unless I do first, d’you know what I mean? I just- did I do something wrong?”

The question hits you harder than you expected, and your throat tightens. You can feel the panic rising, but you try to push it down. “No, Matty… It’s not you. I promise,” you say, your voice trembling slightly.

He squeezes your hand. “Then what is it? You can tell me, whatever it is. I’m here for you.”

You look away, the weight of your past suddenly feeling overwhelming. “I’m just… not ready to talk about it yet,” you admit quietly, struggling to keep your emotions in check. “But it’s not because of you. I just… I have things I need to work through.”

“That’s alright, I understand, s’just, you need to tell me when I can touch you and when not.”

You sigh, “you can always, Matty. I’m just not used to affectionate touching and it’s kind of hard to let the past go just yet.”

“So I can kiss you?”

You smile, “yes.”

Matty’s eyes soften with understanding, and he leans in to kiss your forehead gently.

“Whenever you’re ready, I’ll be here,” he says softly. “We can go at your pace. Just know that you’re safe with me, okay?”

“Thank you.”

“Course, what dickhead would I be if I would ignore your feelings. I would never do something you don’t like and I need you to trust me on this.”

“I am,” you breathe in and exhale deeply bringing your lips to his cheek, “I do trust you.”

“Yeah?” He grins, “that’s good, great actually. Thank you for even bein’ honest with me, I appreciate earnestness.”

You stay close to him but at some point you get overwhelmed and pull back again, “s-sure, I’m sorry it’s-“ you groan.

Matty shushes you, “you’re alright, it’s baby steps. Darling, you gave me a kiss and basically hugged me, no pressure. I’m with you on this.”

You nod, tears stinging your eyes, but you don’t let them fall. For now, it’s enough that he knows something’s there, even if you’re not ready to share it all. And as his arm wraps around you a little tighter, you start to believe that maybe, with time, you can open up to him completely.

[thehusbandoden]

More Than Life Itself -Dabi x Reader | Alternative Ending to Burnt

A/n: I was feeling super soft at the end if you couldn't tell lol

I have school in the morning, I should get to bed.. but I'm so freaking inspired rn. I'll probably just fall sleep writing again.

Does anyone even read this? Am I talking to myself?

Wouldn't be the first time 😶

General info:

Genre: comfort- lots of comfort/angst to fluff (ish) \\ wc: 1,099\\ posted: 01/10/2024

Warnings!: (Please just trust me. Y/n doesn't just let him get away with it, but I don't want to spoil it lol). Crying, regret, mentions of toxicity, mentions of manipulation and gaslighting, Dabi's real name, hints of Dabi's past/backstory, flinching, slight self hatred, a slight mention of physical abuse, and slight self doubt! I think that's it, please tell me if I miss anything! <33 (anon in my ask box is turned on for my shy readers ;3)

Part One- Burnt (pure angst)

You broke down sobbing as Dabi closed the door. You knew that this was for the best, and what he did was completely not okay, but that was the love of your life. Your one and only. Your soulmate. Your partner. Your beloved. Your first; and you were hoping your last.  

Yes, he could be toxic- okay. He was toxic frequently. He would yell, insult, manipulate and gaslight you. He would get jealous and possessive; and leave for months on end without a single word.  

He would break your heart; only to come back and repair it with his soft compliments, not only manipulating you into forgetting about it; but gaslighting you as he changed the story. Making himself look better.  

And you played along. Because his warm hands caressing your arms, shoulders, cheeks, and head were too loving. The way he kissed your forehead, whispering to you how beautiful you are felt too real. The way he would treat you outside of the bad times felt too... perfect. 

Your beloved Touya wasn’t all bad. He could be an amazing partner... half of the time. One thing you were- and are- grateful for is the fact that no matter how nasty, toxic, and straight up mean he can be; he has –and never will- cheat. It goes against everything he despises. He won’t do it. 

As you remember all the good times tears streamed down your face, sliding to your chin before falling onto your hand. Sobs echoed through the room as you held yourself. Rocking back and forth, you faintly hear someone calling your name. Roling your eyes, you flip the front door of your apartment off.  

No way you were letting that d-bag in. As he continues to call your name you scoff. Standing up, you head towards the door. Grasping the handle, you slam the door open.  

Right as you were about to say something you were- 

-abruptly awoken out of your slumber. You jolt awake, looking around in alarm. Dabi held your shoulders in worry, his turquoise eyes holding no recollection of the past argument.  

“Doll? What’s wrong, Babygirl?” Dabi cooed, pressing his knuckle below your eye, catching your tears. You flinch back from his touch. His eyes widen, and he pulls away.  

“S-sweetheart...” he murmured, his gorgeous orbs moving to the floor. You stare at him, tears still streaming down your face. He moved his eyes to focus on yours. “Baby what happened? Please tell me... I’m worried.” Dabi murmured.  

You shook with sobs as you stared at your beloved. His perfectly framed face held no hint of the malice it had before. His eyes were full of concern, love, and even hurt from your flinching 

“I-I had a nightmare.” You whisper, slowly melting into his touch. 

“A nightmare?” Dabi whispered, slowly brushing a strand of your hair behind your ear.  

You nod, whimpering ever so softly. Your heart ached at the vivid images of your nasty argument, physical abuse, and break up.  

“Do you want to talk about it?” Dabi whispered, pressing a long kiss to your forehead, holding your jaw gently, stroking your soft skin. “You don’t have to if you don’t want to.”  

“I- I...” tears slipped down your cheeks. Dabi’s calloused thumbs caught them, wiping them away. You take a deep breath. “C-can you hold me against your chest? I-I don’t want you to look at me...”  

Dabi gently pulled you to his chest the second you asked him to; you didn’t even have to finish your request. He caressed your head, cheeks, shoulders and arms, whispering sweet things to you and kissing your forehead. “Of course, Babygirl. Take your time.”  

After a few minutes you take a deep breath before slowing replaying your traumatizing nightmare. Dabi slightly stiffened but didn’t interrupt. As you re-laid how your argument progressed and how he ended up burning you, his grip tightened, cradling you to his chest as his jaw clenched in fury.  

Yes, he knows that it was a nightmare. And yes, he knew that he didn’t actually do it- and that he would never hurt you like that.  

But he couldn’t help but be angry at himself. Angry that he theoretically hurt you, that you were crying because of it. 

He was silent as you finished your account. As you finished, he gave the both of you time to process your words. After a few minutes, he gently titlted your chin up, staring into your gorgeous eyes, the windows to your soul. He caressed your cheeks and jaw, his turquoise eyes filled with un-wilting love and endless affection.  

“Y/n, my love-” he whispered, pausing to let the words sink in. “-I will, and would never do that to you. I swear to you on my life, I. Will. Not. Hurt. You.”  

His words were filled with unwavering confidence. He pressed gentle kisses to your cheeks, kissing your tears away. “I would rather die than hurt you like that. Ever- for any reason.” He whispered, cupping your cheeks with his calloused yet gentle hands.  

Your breath hitched in your throat at the obvious truth in his eyes, telling you that he was dead serious. After a few seconds tears ran down your cheeks yet again. You closed your eyes, leaning in ever so slightly; telling him that you were well enough for him to kiss you. 

Dabi slowly leaned in, pressing his lips to yours sweetly. Dabi rarely kissed you so gently, taking his time to tell you how much he absolutely adored you. He kissed you until you gently pulled away, needing air.  

Smiling, Dabi leaned his forehead against yours. “I love you, so much; and trust me baby when I say: I am truly sorry.”  

You replied a few tender moments later. “For what?” Your voice was low and hoarse.  

“For making you cry... for making you feel so- however you’re feeling.”  

“Baby... you didn’t do anything...” you frown slightly, though his innocence was endearing.  

“But I’m a broken man... I could totally see me being so... destructive... you must have been worrying about that- or I don’t know... you deserve so much better, my sweet girl.”  

`“Baby, please don’t say that. You are not broken. You have been hurt, really hurt, but you aren’t broken. The mind is a funny thing, but I can assure you: you are exactly what I need and want. I love you, with all of my heart.”  

If Dabi physically could, he would be tearing up. He pulls you into another kiss, slowly stroking your hair. “I love you too... more than life itself.”

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[schrodinger-swriter]

Hi can I request C, K and Z for Rosie please?

C, K, and Z for Rosie

Same deal as last time in the context of these notes, being less talkative than usual does not mean I am any less willing or eager to answer a request! My skull just feels empty today!

Hope you enjoy, Anon!

CUDDLING:

She's warm to the touch, assuming she's a sinner like most of the show's cast. Her clothes are soft, too, so there's that! She enjoys being big spoon, and rarely chooses to be little spoon. Really the only time she will agree to it is if you ask! Doesn't mind snuggling with you in the company of others, though she limits it to you leaning against each other.

KISS:

She loooves giving you short and sweet pecks on your cheeks and forehead! Sometimes when the two of you are in bed she will gently kiss your knuckles. She seems the type to do that trope where she hides you both behind an umbrella so she can kiss you. She enjoys receiving mouth and cheek kisses.

ZZZ:

As previously stated, she is warm! She also wears soft sleeping gowns to bed. As mentioned in a previous post, she has a self care routine.. but she also has a nightly routine, and she might just rope you into it! Sleeps very soundly, does not move around all that much or makes much noise.. Tends to stay with you until you wake up!

[aquagirl1978]

I think now I just may take you up on that offer after the week I have had! (If it still stands)

How would Chevalier act with a s/o who has had a challenging couple of weeks, im talking it’s just one bad thing after the other and she’s left burnt out and in need of some real tlc and comfort!!

- med anon 🚑

I am so sorry this took me so long - summer has not been easy on me. I tried something a bit different, a mix of headcanons and a short drabble. I hope you've had a relaxing and calm summer, and good luck with the new school year.

It's the little things he does that truly show just how much he cares.

He doesn't need to hear the words come out of your mouth; your emotions are written all over your face.

He knows how dedicated you are to being the absolute best that you can be, and he is in awe of the person you have become.

But he also knows that you are stubborn to a fault, and that you would rather work yourself to the point of exhaustion than admit you need a break.

Leaving it in his hands to gauge when you need the quiet affection that only he can provide to you.

Chevalier pushed open the door to the bedroom and found you sitting up in bed, a book opened on your lap. He could tell had just gotten into bed - your hair was still pinned up. But you took the time to change into one of his plain shirts.

Chevalier smirked; as adorable as you looked wearing his clothes, he preferred it when you weren't wearing anything to bed.

He closed the door with a soft click and you didn't look up. As he approached the bed, the closer he got, the more aware he became of the frustration etched on your face. Your lids were heavy as you appeared to re-read the same page over and over again.

You were clearly exhausted to the point of being overtired. And yet, you were forcing yourself to stay awake - for him.

My fool, he thought to himself. His lips formed in a slight frown, he extended his hand and gently flicked your forehead with his finger.

"Ow!" you yelped, rubbing your forehead. Looking up, you found a rather stern looking Chevalier staring back at you.

"Had I wanted you to stay up late waiting for me, I would have kept you in my office," he said with a wicked smirk.

"I stopped by Sariel's office before coming here..." you replied quietly.

Chevalier closed his eyes and sighed loudly before taking a seat on the edge of the bed. Instinctively, you moved over, making room for him to sit next to you. He pulled you onto his lap, and with his thumb, tilted your face to meet his. At this close distance, it was easy to see the dark circles under your eyes, the result of numerous restless nights.

"I appreciate your efforts and your dedication to your duties." He spoke softly as he cupped your cheek in his palm, his touch warm and comforting. "But not at the expense of your well-being."

Clumsily, he pulled you into his arms, holding your head close to his heart. He began to unpin your hair, his long fingers weaving through your loose locks. When he was finished, he lay in the bed, your face nuzzled against his chest.

"I know this week was hard for you, but you can hold your head that you got through it." He placed a reverent kiss upon your forehead, while stroking your hair with his hand. "Next week will be easier."

He felt your breathing slow and knew you were close to sleep. He wrapped his arms tightly around you, promising a late morning spent together tomorrow.

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[cupidskissx]

a funny fic about lestappen being caught doing the dirty by drivers/team principals?😂

Hello sweet Anon, I hope you see this, I’m sorry it took so long 🙈❤️

Now, I know you wanted funny, this has its moments, 2 lines probably, because my inspiration came mostly from this masterful artwork by @lihuiantipyretic so I hope you still enjoy this!

TW: light Dom/Sub, light choking

1.1K

Charles had seen Max win his third WDC from two car lengths behind, it was something to behold, him weaving down the straight after he passed the checkered flag. Then he’d been rushed off his feet, caught in the whirlwind, probed and prodded, cameras in his face. It wasn’t until the press conference that Charles saw him finally decompress, but something wasn’t right. Charles could see him shifting in his seat, he looked uncomfortable, antsy, and when Charles finally caught his eye he knew instantly.

Fuck.

Max held his gaze for a beat too long, eyebrows pinched, pleading, for the whole room to see.

The newly re-crowned champion, having taken the title off Charles, was looking at him like that in front of everyone. Charles crossed one leg over the other, hands in his lap.

If Charles was a weaker man he would have stood up and dragged him away then and there. But he’s not. As much as he wanted to, needed to, he couldn’t. They couldn’t.

It was another, agonising, 15 minutes before they finished. Their release prolonged due to the fact Max occasionally stumbled over his words, or floundered to recollect the championship winning overtake.

They barely made it into the bathroom down the hall before Charles was kissing him. “You okay?” He asked, shoving Max against the wall.

“Mmm, I am now.”

“Do you still need me to…”

“Yes, need you to bring me back down.”

“Okay, baby, you relax,” Charles pressed him into the wall, hands roaming over his chest as Max’s linked together around his lower back. “Let me take your mind off it all.”

Max nodded.

They didn’t do this so openly, so publicly, it’s something that remained hidden away in dark hotel rooms. But Charles couldn’t deny him, not now, not today, not when he needed it the most.

He got his mouth back on him, slid his tongue into his mouth, and one of his hands up to his neck. He cupped the flesh, the solid muscles shifted as Max tilted his head up for Charles to have better access.

Charles gently added more weight into his hold, Max melted into kiss, into him. The power that ran through Charles’ veins was thick and dangerous. The urge to keep going, to test the limits, got stronger with each laboured breath Max puffed into his mouth.

“More,” Max begged, “Please.”

Charles didn’t need to be told twice, he ran his other hand up to his neck, interlocking his thumbs over his throat, and adding more pressure. Max’s Adam’s apple strained against the tips of his thumbs. Max started to lose the ability to kiss him back.

“That’s it, Cheri, just like that. I’ve got you.”

Max broke away to rest his head back against the tiled wall. Eyes squeezed shut.

Charles pushed his thigh between Max’s legs, he instantly sank down enough to slowly grind against it. Charles rested his forehead against Max’s, whispering to him, telling him how good he is, how Max is his, and only his. Max’s cheeks flushed and Charles didn’t know if it was from being showered in praise or from the lack of air, so Charles eased off, just in case, and kissed him again.

Max didn’t expect the warm mouth on his, he grunted in surprise and tightened his hold around Charles’ waist, pulling him closer, his thigh rutting against Max’s bulge. Max rocked on him, harder and faster, until he stilled. He came undone, still fully clothed, moaning into Charles mouth.

“You really did need that, didn’t you? Didn’t even get to touch you,” Charles murmured. He slipped his thigh out from between his legs and loosened the hold on his neck, but he kept his hands cupped over his throat. The absence of them too soon often made things worse.

“Later,” Max promised, voice tight. “Do you need me to…”

Max unlinked his fingers from around his back and reached for him. Charles grabbed his wrist. “Later sounds good.”

Max nodded and kissed him, long and slow, until they broke away, snapping their heads to look in the direction of the bathroom door as it swept open.

Charles swallowed thickly at the sight of Christian Horner, stock-still, staring at them. The door swung back on its hinges, colliding into Christian’s shoulder, knocking him out of his daze.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing, Leclerc?” Christian advanced on them, “Get off him!”

Charles dropped his hands instantly, “It’s not what is looks like,” he tried to step back but Max’s tight hold prevented him from moving.

Max’s clear intention to keep Charles in place made Christian stop in his tracks before he could yank Charles off him.

“Max?” Christian turned his fiery glare onto his driver for conformation.

“It’s okay,” he agrees, “Charles and I…”

He didn’t need to say more, Christian filled in the blanks, cutting him off with a breathless: “Jesus…”

Charles could see him fight the urge to tell them this was a PR nightmare. That if the wrong person had walked in it would have been career ending.

Christian sighed, heavy and prolonged. “How long?”

Charles looked at Max who had the tiniest smile on his lips. “A year and a bit.”

Christian nodded, likely piecing together all the small moments that didn’t make sense over. Like when Max arrived at a TAG Heuer sponsorship event wearing a Richard Mille. Or when Max left last year’s Zandvoort debrief early, citing a tummy bug, when in actuality he needed Charles’ hands around his neck. Or more recently when Christian arrived unexpectedly at Max’s hotel room last month only for Max not to let him in because Charles was still spread out, naked, barely lucid, after getting his brain sucked out of his dick not even three minutes prior.

“Don’t become complacent,” it was the closest they’d get to Christian’s blessing for now. He’d likely pull Max into his office and force him to have the conversation they’d both tried so hard to avoid.

“I’m gonna go pee,” Christian said, “When I’m done one of you better be gone.”

Christian went into one of the stalls, and flicked the lock.

“I love you, you know that, right?” Max whispered. Out of all the scenarios, Charles never expected Max to confess those words for the first time inside a small Brazilian bathroom with the sound of Christian Horner peeing in the background.

Charles laughed at the absurdity of the situation and kissed him, “I love you too,” he whispered against his lips. “I’ll see you later, yeah?”

Max nodded, “I’ll be a while, you know how it is.”

Charles recalled being pulled in every direction for hours after winning his championship title. He nodded, “I’ll stay awake for you.”

Max kissed him, long and slow.

“I was serious, stop making out and get out of here,” Christian’s strained voice grumbled.

“Okay, okay. Good luck with him,” Charles grinned, kissed Max one more time then left.

*

Feel free to send a prompt any time if you don’t mind waiting literal months for me to get my act together 😇🥰

[yandere-kokeshi]

Ahh, yes Hobie is underrated!! But lemme get you something :)

Hobie with a m!reader who tends to have nightmares a bunch when he sleeps alone. maybe they started off as friends and hobie would always notice how he looked like he barely got any sleep? and then when they got closer- y’know :D wholesomeness

also, if you want to- maybe one night hobie sees y/n moving around in his sleep and thinking it’s a nightmare until he sees a boner :7

i realise now this looks a lot like a scenario but it’s meant for headcanons since that’s how you prefer right now! stay safe love, we appreciate even the smallest things we get from you :D

Warnings: yandere behavior and slight NSFW

A/N: we love hobie <3. I hope more requests like these come in! You're so smart anon!

You stay safe and warm(or cold!). Love you so much, hope you enjoy <3

Having nightmares is embarrassing at times. Waking up in cold sweat, arms feeling like large logs of steel you have to carry and head woozy from witnessing things that may or may not trick you into thinking what’s real.

Of course, Hobie noticed right away. The huge black bags under your eyes showed clearly how you yawned every other word that came from your mouth. And let’s not forget how you zoned out pretty much of the time - his hand having to wave in front of you to get your attention.

“Oi, bruv. You doin’ good?” He asks, leaning in to touch your shoulder. But when he saw you nodded. He knew something was up. Not that you were willing to say; it annoyed him, and he kept pestering about it.

So, one day, he asked you if he could hang out later in the evening, which turned into a night of the two of you sleeping together when Hobie witnessed the reason you were hiding such lies.

You kept shaking. Whimpering in the shared bed. At first, he thought it was a dream - everyone has one some nights and sometimes they’re more active than most. But the more active you got with the shaking, sometimes yelling, Hobie got concerned.

He gently shook you awake, whispering you away not to scare you, and kissed your forehead affectionately as he comforted you - watching your eyes fill up with tears. He hugged you close, rocking you back and forth as he made sure to gently rub your back.

Hobie kept reminding you that it was just a dream, none of the things are real, and he was always here for you. Your heart bounded, the sheer closeness was embarrassing. But you needed it. Craved the attention you never had. The warm comfort was relieving your pounding heart from your surprised state.

But the kiss he gave you on the lips was more surprising than ever. He laughed at your reaction, pulling out a handmade necklace he made for you, and a guitar pick he stated he wanted to give to you. Wrapping it behind your neck, he clicked it in place, reaching over to whisper in your ear, ‘Ya now mine. I’ll protect you, m’kay?’

For the next couple of days, he always insists on sleeping with you - even if you protest or say you’ll get embarrassed, he won’t listen to you.

Every night, Hobie makes sure to cuddle you close to his chest, allowing you to borrow his headphones as he plays music to distract you; kissing your cheek as he watches TV.

If you feel self-conscious about you having nightmares, Hobie always cuts you off with a hard kiss. He hates seeing you down yourself just because of something normal. With this said, he always comments about how he doesn’t care. Sure, nightmares can and will be scary. But he will never judge you. Ever.

Sometimes waking up groggy is the worse. Hobie hates the AM. PM. literally every time of the day. If he could, he’d love to spend his entire day with you sleeping or causing chaos.

But, waking up on a lazy Tuesday, he groaned as his phone buzzed underneath the pillow. He cursed out, immediately hanging up the phone as he saw multiple texts from Miguel. Of course, he was the one waking him up.

Ignoring Miguel's protests to contact him and throwing the phone back into place, his senses went off the radar; his ears listened to your heavy breathing, grunting, and slight moans. Were you in pain? Did he hurt you by squishing you too hard? He doesn’t really wanna be yelled at again.

Though his eyes widened for a second before a smirk struck his face. Seeing something poking out of your boxers, blankets thrown off to the side as it was too hot. Yeah, you were too hot after all.

In one instance, he moved between your legs and his hands crawled to your crotch, pulling down your boxers, and waiting to awaken you to a very special prize.

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[brotherwtf]

ooh could you pls do ‘[ tip-toe ] for a kiss on the forehead’ for any au you’d like? thank you!! sending you loads of love for everything you do <33

thank you so much anon! your support really keeps me going 💕💕

this is gonna be for my equestrian au!

Part 1 & Part 2

The cold hospital air does nothing to calm John's nerves, and the hum of the air conditioning only adds an alarming backing track to the anxious thoughts bouncing in Johns head.

Gale still hasn't woken up after the operation and his skin looks paler since the accident. The nurse said this was normal; a broken rib and a concussion were not an easy pair to recover from, but John still wanted to rip Gale from his slumber to see if he was okay.

The minutes ticked by and John's knee had started bouncing anxiously when Gale still did not stir. His hands were gripping the material on his dirty jeans, causing creases.

The heart rate monitor starts beeping a little faster and John immediately shoots up, rushing to Gale's bedside to see if anything was wrong. Gale's eyes were darting around the hospital room, something like fear in his ocean blue eyes.

"What's happening? Where am I?" Gale asked, voice scratched and deep from not using it.

He moves to get up from the bed but John pushes his shoulder down gently.

"Woah, woah, easy there cowboy. You just had an accident, don't move around so much yet ," John says, hand holding Gale's shoulder down.

Gale still looks on edge but rests back on the bed. He looks down at his chest and sees the bandages, reaches a hand up and touches his sore head.

"Is Liberty Belle okay?" Gale asks, eyes finding Johns again.

John can't help the smile that breaks onto his face. Gale, worrying about his horse while he's here in a hospital bed, it makes John grin.

"Don't worry, Gale, Liberty Belle is perfectly fine. You should be more worried about yourself, got a pretty nasty bump on your head," John says, gently pushing a stray strand of hair from Gale's forehead.

He acts on instinct, doesn't really know what spurs him to do it, but he plants a kiss to Gale's forehead. Gale looks up at him with confusion, but not disgust, so John kisses him on the forehead again, placing a cool palm on his hairline and pushing the blond locks back.

"Why'd you do that?" Gale asks with a slur to his words.

His eyes are barely open and it looks like the pain killers are taking hold of him again, so John just smiles, pushing his hand through Gale's hair.

"You just focus on getting better, huh? Liberty Belle needs her rider back," John whispers.

Gale's eyes have closed, sleeping off the drugs, and John kisses his forehead a third time, placing his cheek on the hot flesh taken by fever, and thinks about what it would be like if he and Gale were lovers.

I love them, I gotta say I love them. Thank you so much anon!

[frenshushutoast]

Hi lovely! I recently found your blog and I adore your fics!<3 I am currently sick with the worst fever ever, and I was wondering if you could write smt soft abt Shua (or another member if you’d prefer that!) taking care of his s/o when they are sick?:) It is totally okay if you don’t want to! Have a lovely day!<3

hi anon! i hope you feel better soon & hope you enjoy this :] thank you for loving my works and i hope you have a lovely day/night!

joshua taking care of you when you're sick

tags: fluff (like, tooth-rotting fluff), ultimate boyfriend!joshua, gn!reader word count: 974 words notes about the writing: he takes care of them when they're sick, he uses a lot of petnames, nothing too graphic about the actual sickness in case you get queasy about that sort of thing, they are very in love

"are you sure you're feeling okay, my love? you sound sick." he fussed worriedly, voice muffled by the sounds of the members talking over each other in the background.

you were currently on the phone with your boyfriend, joshua, who had called you several times throughout the day for several reasons. the first was that he missed you, and the next three (spread throughout the hours due to the long, busy schedule he had) were because you sounded unnaturally exhausted and he just wanted to be there with you.

no, you wanted to answer. but the last thing you wanted was to worry the poor man, so you settled for a simple, "yes. for the fourth time, i'm okay, shua. thank you for worrying about me. 'm just feeling a little tired."

with a soft, mumbled okay, he hung up. but something about the slightly rushed (and very much skeptical) tone of his voice told you that he was going to do something. you wanted to groan in annoyance, but secretly wanted him to come home and take care of you. he just did it so well, always paying attention to your needs. he was so incredibly in tune with you that thinking about it sort of made your eyes water.

or maybe that was just the loud coughing fit you just had.

oh well.

you were curled up on the couch, a box of tissues next to you, wearing joshua's biggest sweatshirt with matching sweatpants. you knew you probably should get up and make yourself something hot, or just, you know, take your meds, but it was too far.

you settled for watching some shitty rom-com on netflix and hoping some warm soup could magically float towards you.

that was when you heard the door open slowly, and the familiar sound of keys dropping onto the counter and the door shut gently.

"shua?" you croaked out, head shooting up in confusion (bad idea, you thought, touching your head that felt like it was spinning).

he came into sight, plastic bag in hand with eyes worried. you saw his bottom lip jut out in worry when he finally saw you.

his heart sunk seeing you so sick– he knew how bad it got every time and how much you insisted you were okay. your red nose and bloodshot eyes had him rushing towards you, dropping the plastic bag next to him in favour of holding your face.

"sweetheart," his voice was so, so soft, genuine concern laced into the whispered syllable as he knelt in front of you. he examined your features, the crease between his eyebrows only deepening as he looked over you.

"hi," you whispered, guilt evident in your tone. you felt like melting under his attentive gaze, unable to hold eye contact for more than just a few seconds.

"hi, love," he said, his eyes softening upon hearing the hoarseness of your voice. he presses the back of his hand against your forehead, then your cheek. "why didn't you tell me it was this bad? you know i would've came home for you..."

his voice lacked any real bite as he reached down to hold your hands. they were so warm that you squeezed them, intertwining your fingers together.

"didn't want to interrupt your work," you pouted, knowing how weak he was for those. "i can take care of myself, you know."

the smallest hint of a smile graced his features, and he raised both of your hands to kiss yours. "i know you can, baby. but let me take care of you, anyway. i want to. hate seeing you like this."

you immediately softened at that, heart warming at his words as you surrendered. like you were ever strong enough to resist joshua's endless capacity for love. "'kay, shua. you can take care of me. but... like, from a couple feet away. i don't want you getting sick."

his face quickly turned mischievous, leaning in to pepper kisses all over your giggling face. "and deprive myself of your sweet little giggled whenever i kiss you?"

you smiled up at him, unable to help the giddy feeling in your chest despite your pounding headache and significantly weakened limbs. "mmh, shut up. what'd you bring?"

he looks down at the plastic bag he brought, the one you were currently gesturing toward. "ah, ingredients for soup. mingyu helped me buy them."

you look in between the soup and his face, fond and attentive gaze directed towards you, and you smiled at him.

"i love you, shua," you say, squeezing his hand once more. "my personal soup fairy."

he chuckles at your comment, lowering his voice to a whisper. "and i love you, my (y/n). now let me go make you your soup and then i'll come back and we can cuddle, 'kay?"

you nod happily, watching him breeze through the kitchen and make you warm soup.

after he makes it, he gives you your meds after seeing that you didn't take them ("sweetheart, please take your meds next time. i want you to stay healthy, okay?"), then feeds you mouthfuls of soup after blowing on every sip for you.

(the action is so considerate it makes you tear up a little bit. when he asks, you blame how emotional you're getting on the fever. even though you both know that's not a symptom. he lets it slide.)

you spend the rest of your night curled up in his arms, falling asleep to the sound of his low voice telling you about his day.

the last words you hear from him are a quiet i love you and a kiss to your forehead and the last thoughts you have are that joshua feels a lot like home and a silent wish to whoever grants them that you would like to have this forever.

[jellyfitzjelly]

Heard you're taking Zevlor asks 😳 I see you're mostly a hellforge poster but I bring to you my humble and soft tav/zev brain thoughts 👉🏼👈🏼

Zevlor taking his hair down after a long day, and Tav comes up behind him to start running their fingers through it. Homeboy groaning as Tav massages his scalp gently, and they plant a few little kissies on his forehead 🥺 mans would MELT into the chair and into Tav's hands.

Where does it lead? Only they know :3

Hi anon!!! I am indeed a hellforge poster, but I do accept Tav/Zevlor requests, don't worry! I in fact accept all ships featuring Zevlor, but I might reticent sometimes if I do not know the character (like Gortash for example, I haven't got to his part yet!). Anyway, here it is! Hope you like it! This ended becoming smutty, i hope it's fine by you! NSFW: penetrative sex (GN!Tav as bottom), light dom/sub, hair-pulling [READ ON AO3]

Zevlor growls as he sits down, and you see him rub his knee. He looks tired and tense, but that's par with the course. Your lover is the personal bodyguard of a powerful Baldurian nobleman. It gives Zevlor a purpose, and allows him to serve his new oath, but it also tires him out immensely. They barely have a moment to themselves, but you wouldn't change it for the world. Zevlor is finally healing and moving on.

Your lover unties his hair and shakes it free. You know his hair has grown too long for his liking, he will likely ask his employer's barber to cut his hair soon. But in the meantime, you enjoy the silky blonde strands through your fingers. You approach him and massage his stiff neck. Zevlor lets out a groan of appreciation, leaning into your touch. You move to his head, enjoying the smoothness of his hair as you massage his scalp. This time, he all but melts against your touch, closing his eyes as he sighs with content.

"Long day?" you ask, chuckling.

"Hard day, rather," he sighs. "You are making it better already."

"I'm about to make it even better," you smirk, and bow down to nibble his ear.

Zevlor groans like a wounded man. You kiss your way up his jaw to his cheek, then his forehead as you keep massaging his scalp and petting his hair. One of your hands caresses his throat, before going south to pinch a nipple through his shirt. Zevlor arches against your hand, whimpering softly. You lavish attention on his sensitive nipples, watching the bulge in his pants grow with a wolfish smile.

"You tease," he drawls, smiling.

You finally come around to ride his lap, grinding your pelvis against his hard cock. He kisses you hard. You feel his pent-up passion, and neither of you can ignore it has been too long since the last time you made love. You both get your pants out of the way. You are impatient, and you hurriedly coat his cock with the oil you keep around before sinking on it slowly. Zevlor squeezes his eyes shut before throwing his head back, snapping his hips up into your furnace. You moan as your tweak his nipples with shaking hands. His silky hair sticks to his forehead with the sweat, and you are suddenly taken by the urge to pull on his hair. You grab a fistful and pull sharply. You watch Zevlor's pupil expand as he pants.

"You are not coming until I say so," you tell him, commanding.

"Yes, sir," he answers meekly, before his eyes widen.

You smile wolfishly at his slip. You take your pleasure loudly, pulling on his hair as you bites his shoulders and his throat. You feel his claws rake his back as he fucks up into your heat, moaning and whimpering.

"P–Please, my love, sir I need–" he pleads, panting and eyes prickling with tears.

"Yes! Come for me, Zevlor! I need you!"

You come first, walls constricting around his cock, and Zevlor comes keening high. You slump against him, out of breath.

"Sir?" you chuckle with mirth.

"Shush," he mumbles gruffly, clearly embarrassed.

"Now, now, that's no way to talk to your master!"

He swats you playfully on the arm, smiling fondly at you. You kiss him, full of love for this good man you fell for when you met him years before at the Emerald Grove.

[frost-queen]

Uninvited guest (Fem!Reader x Lorraine Moran)

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“Y/n honey are you all set?” – Lorraine called out purse in hand. – “I’m not rushing you, but you know I hate being late. It’s all about….” – she continued suddenly interrupted by you. – “First impressions.” – you said weakly followed by a cough. Lorraine’s eyes widened seeing you still in your nightwear. She immediately dropped her purse rushing over to you. Her arm went around you to support you. – “Darling you are burning up.” – she concluded having touched your cheek and forehead. – “I..I…” – you said coughing loud.

“I’ll be ready in … two…” – more coughs came out as it shook your entire body. – “Oh no, no not such a thing.” – Lorraine insisted upon. – “You are sick. I’m not risking your health.” – she said helping you back into the bedroom. – “Lorraine… I…” – you tried to contradict but she wouldn’t hear it. Pulling the covers up, you got gently nudged back into bed. – “You are sick darling. I understand and so will our clients.” – she said tugging you in.

"But what about…” – you started as Lorraine tsked her tongue with a shake of her head. – “It is just a first conversation. An exploration nothing bad would happen to me without my beautiful wife and her equipment.” – She smiled brushing her knuckles down your cheek. – “Are… are you sure?” – you questioned. Lorraine hummed. – “I need you to stay here and get better.” – she pressed on not wanting you to worry any further. – “Okay…” – you almost dozed back off, feeling terribly exhausted.

Lorraine leaned down to press a kiss against your forehead. – “I’ll be back before you know it.” – she whispered. She smiled down seeing you had almost gone back to sleep. The sickness exhausting you. Lorraine snuck out of your room. Before she headed out she placed some medicine, water, and some cookies on your nightstand in case you needed them. Giving one last kiss she left for her meeting with a family. The family had called Lorraine and you days ago. Asking to come and investigate if their house was haunted or not.

They needed to be sure, being able to put the blame on that otherwise they’d have gone mad. Normally you’d go with your wife as you were the technical woman. Having several equipment to record voices, pick up frequencies and so on. Now with you being sick, she wouldn’t have that. Not that she needed it, but it was always helpful to help the family. Like Lorraine said it was just an exploration conversation so normally nothing much would happen.

Lorraine found herself at the house after driving for about 45 minutes. The house was remoted from the busy town life Lorraine, and you lived in. She got out of the car, headed up to the door and knocked. A lovely couple in their forties opened. – “Good day, I am Lorraine Moran. You must excuse my wife but she has fallen ill this morning so she couldn’t accompany me.” – Lorraine said with a warm smile. – “Oh, I hope nothing bad.” – the woman replied concerned. Lorraine shook her head. – “She is the strongest of the two of us. It is nothing severe. May I come in?”

The woman nodded moving back for her to enter. Lorraine entered following the husband into the living room. Their house was decorated cozy and comfy. Two sets of sofa’s face each other with a coffee table in the middle. An interesting carpet spread out underneath it. Lorraine took a seat with a pleasant smile. – “Shall we begin?” – she offered once the couple had taken a seat in the sofa before hers. The man looked worriedly at his wife as she nodded reassuring. The man cleared his throat and hesitantly began his story.

Explained what they were hearing. How things moved in their house, and they’d see shadows in the corner of their eyes. Once they turn to look it is gone. Lorraine listened with much interest, scribbling a few things on a notepad. About an hour later got Lorraine a chill down her spine. It made her move uncomfortable in the sofa. She tried to focus again on the story till a flash image crossed her mind. It flashed through her mind in a split second making her furrow her brows in pain. As if getting a severe headache.

Blinking rapidly more images flashed before her mind. In one of them she recognized her bedroom. – “Are… are you alright?” – the woman asked seeing Lorraine touch her forehead. Lorraine hummed soft trying to be polite. She slightly tilted her head to the side, hearing a loud scream in her ear. Followed by the images of you crouched against the wall on the bed. Long fingers stretching out over the matrass like a shadow, trying to grab you. 

The second the shadow fingers came in contact with your ankle, it pulled you with a sudden snap. Lorraine gasped for air, her heart beating out of control. – “What is wrong?” – the husband asked as Lorraine jumped up. – “I have to go.” – she said packing up quickly. – “We’ll continue this, but there has been an emergency at home.” – was the only thing Lorraine concluded taking a run for it.

You slowly woke up not sure how long you had slept. You weren’t even aware you had fallen asleep. Adjusting to the light in your room, you turned your head to see the time. Exactly an hour or so had passed since you remembered the last time. Seeing the items on the nightstand made you smile soft. Reaching for the medicine, you glanced up seeing that the door was half open. Taking out a strip, you looked back at the door frowning. Was it your imagination or was that door more open now. A few inches.

Looking back down you took out a pill, hearing soft creaking. Frantically looking up, you saw the last of the door move. Staring at the door, you so hoped you were imagining things because you had a fever. It was normal for people with fevers to see things. To imagine stuff happening that wasn’t really going on, but you should at least know better. You quickly took the pill with some water. You nearly choked on the water hearing a loud thud.

Like something had fallen down. You didn’t want to look, but your curiosity took over. You got out of bed slowly, walking slowly over to your closet. It seemed like the sound had come from there. The closer you stepped to the closer, the louder your heart started to beat in your chest.

Breathing getting shallow as you reached your hand out. Lowering it to the handle. Your gaze fell on the creak between the two doors of your closet. Staring at it, something felt alluring. A sudden eye looking back at you made you jump out of your skin. The eye color the only thing illuminating against the darkness in the closet.

You threw the closet doors open ready to fight whatever was hiding in there. Some clothes moved from your action, but other than that the closet was empty. Feeling extremely exhausted you returned to bed, touching your forehead. Closing your eyes once more, you hoped the medicine would work soon. Quickly you had fallen asleep again. Yet this time it felt like you were half awake. Unable to open your eyes, but still very alert. Your mind buzzing.

Strange visuals planted your mind. Your mind tripping. You felt like were hallucinating vividly where the world spun around. A dizziness overcame you. You wanted it to stop. Breathing shaky you tried to speak. Tried to tell it to stop. – “St…sto…stop…” – you whispered. Clamping onto your blankets it felt like your bed was spinning mindlessly around. The pin in a compass spinning out of control in all directions. – “Stop…” – you said trying to sound louder. Clamping harder onto your blankets. – “Stop!” – you shouted loud finally able to open your eyes.

They flashed open with a loud gasp. The room suddenly darker. You got up, crawling closer to the wall at the head of the bed. – “Show yourself!” – you called out knowing something was taunting with you. – “I know you are watching me so show yourself!” – the bed shuddered as you grabbed on to your blankets for grip. The shaking stopped as your eyes widened. At the end of your bed rose slowly a shadowed hand from the ground. Long boney fingers rising up from the grave. It made you gasp loud, watching in fear. You wanted to scream but no sounds came out.

The hand kept stretching up to the ceiling till you saw the wrist and some of the arm as well. You yelped loud when it snapped onto your bed. Then like a snake it slithered closer to you. Finally you found your voice, screaming loud as you pulled your feet up to you. – “Lorraine!” – you screamed out calling out to your wife as you were terrified. The fingers almost reached your ankle as you tried to pull your feet away. Then the door slammed against the wall. Lorraine panting loud. 

“Get away from my wife!” – she shouted throwing a vile of holy water at the hand. The skin sizzled at the touch of holy water, making it pull back. Lorraine pulled out her cross, holding it up. – “I gave you no permission to be in my house!” – she yelled out pushing it back with the cross. – “Be gone or I’ll send you back into the fiery pits of hell!” – she threatened throwing more holy water.

Lorraine kept coming closer not backing down. You stared in awe at your wife. She threw another vile, speaking in Latin as your bed started to shake again. You held on as the shaking got wilder. Then it stopped. The room cleared up. A heavy weight lifted. Lorraine exhaled deep. – “Y/n!” – she called out running over to you. She jumped onto the bed, falling into your arm.

“I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have left.” – she said hugging you tightly. – “You couldn’t know… You couldn’t.” – you replied reassuring her. – “I am save now.” – you told her, making her look at you. Lorraine smiled. – “I am not leaving your sight.” – she answered before kissing you deeply.

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