#Fluffy Friday

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Wake Up Call

Summary: Nanami Kento does everything in his power to try to wake you up for a meeting. But damn you're too cute!

Pairing: Nanami Kento x FAB!Reader

Word Count: 942

Warning: fluff, suggestive

A/N: Staring Fluffy Fridays! Every Friday you’ll get a fluffy one shot/drabble! 😘💚 I have a severe sinus infection, so I’ll be at home all weekend working on requests and stuff! Antibiotics here we go!! (totally not rolling on the floor in pain)🥲

The annoying buzzing of your phone pulled you away from the cozy sheets. Whining in protest, you smother your face back into the sheets. Nanami watched you from the bedroom door, a gentle smile tugging at the corner of his lips. You were so adorable when you were sleepy like this.

Your alarm kept blaring, making you throw the covers over your face, clung Nanami in that he needed to step in. He trod carefully over to you, his palm gently pressing against your upper arm and moving his hand up and down in gentle strokes, watching you stir slightly, heavy eyelids lifting to gaze at him.

“Love, you need to wake up.”

“Mmm.” You protested, shoving your face into his pillow that you spooned.

“That was the third time you snoozed your alarm. You asked me to wake you up, do you remember?” strands of your hair fell over your face as you hummed. “You have a meeting this morning with Gojo and Yaga.” Surely your boyfriend thought that would do the trick, but you didn't budge.”Love, your meeting concerns the curriculum you're starting on barriers.” You cuddled the pillow more, moaning softly.

Nanami hated seeing you so tired. You have been working so hard for the last month. Working overtime, skipping meals, not getting enough sleep. All of those factors spoke volumes about your character. You were hard-working and devoted to making the world a better case, ridding it of one curse at a time. Regardless of how strong your work ethic was, you also needed some time to rest and unwind. Nanami wanted you to sleep, but he also knew how hard you worked on your presentation for the meeting. A meeting a particular coworker wouldn’t shut up over if you were to show up at the last minute.

“Gojo is going to tease you if you show up late.”

“Mmm, stupid blindfolded bastard.” You slurred, curling in on yourself. “He makes’ fun of me Imma snap that dirty blindfold against his face like a rubber band.”

Nanami sputtered a laugh, his large hand reaching up to stifle it. You were so cute and blunt when you were sleepy like this! Nanami turned the opposite way, laughing harder into his palm, cheeks flushed while his shoulders shook.

“Sorry to break it to you,” he chuckled, shaking his head, “but you’ll have to get through his infinity to do that.”

“Minor setback,”

“My love.” his freehand trailed down, gently massaging your hip, peeking out from underneath the sheet. You didn’t move, breathing deeper as you slowly drifted back to sleep. “Come on, you need to get up.”

“Ken~ five more minutes, please~”

With a glance at his watch, Nanami sighed in defeat. You’d still have time to make it to work if you picked up breakfast to go. He could put in a mobile order; that way, you could sleep in just a bit more like you wanted. Like he wanted, you deserved to get as much rest as possible.

“Fine, I’m snoozing your alarm for eight minutes,” he repeated to your dozing form. “If you fight me on it in eight minutes, I will be dragging you into the shower myself.”

“Ooookay, love ya’,” your sleepy form whispered.

“Love you too, honey.”

Eight minutes later, you groveled, hiding under the sheets as Nanami stomped in. He waited briefly to see if you would get up on your own. Without hesitation, your hand snaked out from under the layers of blankets and hit the snooze button for a fourth time.

Releasing a heavy sigh, Kento rolled his sleeves up to his elbows before digging you out from your fortress of blankets. His sudden actions had your heart racing and eyes going wide. Having him pick you up like that was a great wake-up call! You giggled and kicked your feet as Nanami carried you into the shower, not fazed by his tight grip.

“There.” Kento placed you down in front of the shower. “Get to it.” Fingers yanked your shirt over your head, tossing it to the floor. “You’re going to be late.” But as he turned to walk out, you grabbed him, pulling him back into your bare chest.

“Oooh, Kento~ let me thank you for the wake-up call!” There was no chance you would let him leave now. You were wide awake and ready to go as you pulled him into the shower with a smile so sweet it could give him cavities.

Despite Nanami’s best efforts, you still arrived ten minutes late to work. Hair was messily done, a cold latte in your hands, and your uniform buttons were mismatched. Yaga jumped as you slammed a box of donuts down on the table as a makeshift apology before waving bye to Nanami, who headed to his office.

“Oooh~ my oh my! Ex-salaryman jujutsu sorcerer and our talisman expert had a lovely morning!” Satoru reached into the donut box, licking his lips as he took a bite from a jelly-filled donut. “You got a hickey on your neck, by the way, ~”

You gave Satoru your best Geto Suguru smile and head tilt. “Hey, Gojo, come here; you have powdered sugar on your blindfold.”

“Oh!?” he leaned forward, grinning. “Thanks for telling me I owe you big—” You yanked his blindfold away from his face, snarling down at the blue-eyed man before releasing it with a snap. “OW!!” Hearing Gojo’s yelp, Nanami roared with laughter as he continued down the hall; what a great way to start his morning.

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@darkstarlight82 @pandoness @nealeart

[the-kr8tor]

hiii!! hello!! hii!!

have you done something like hobie taking his civilian gn s/o to the spider society? (he got another spare watch ofc) meeting the other spideys and see how futuristic nueva york is

Hi, hun! Thank you for the lovely request! 😘

Pairing: Hobie Brown x gn! Reader/ Spider-Punk x gn! Reader

Tags: no use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader, FLUFF.

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You gasp when the portal opens in the lobby, hundreds of spider people roam around the hall, crawling over the walls and ceiling, swinging, startling you. After successfully pestering him, he finally relents

"There's so many of you!" You whirl around to look at Hobie watching your reaction unabashedly.

His lips curl into a smile, hand circling your wrist to put on your own bracelet just before you start glitching out.

"Cute" you bring your hand up in front of you to admire the accessory. "Thank you"

"It's functional too, prevents you from glitching out through dimensions" he fixes the collar of your shirt from when the portal messed it up.

"Sounds scary" you chuckle nervously.

"Won't happen to you as long as you keep it on you" as long as I'm with you. Hobie continued in his mind. "C'mon then, lovey" he holds out his hand for you.

Without missing a beat, you cup his hand in yours. "Thought you've got a reputation to uphold?"

He side glances at you, "I've got my priorities straight, don't want you falling for another Spider-person"

Heat rises in your cheeks at his nonchalant comment. "Never" you say softly, Hobie could hear your voice from a mile away, he squeezes once as a thank you, twice for good luck.

Spider people greet you and Hobie as you walk through the halls. Some give you a look that you only see from friends whom you haven't seen in years. You smile politely as they avoid your stare.

Tugging at Hobie's hand, you look at him with questions swirling in your mind. "What's up with some of them?"

"Haven't got a scooby-doo, they probably know you in their dimension" he tugs you closer to him, bending his knees to loop his arm under your legs, hand curled around your back protectively. Walking towards an open balcony. "Hold on, it's better to see the sights while swinging"

You have more questions than answers, but you push it back, holding his vest in your grip, looking up at him excitedly. "Let's go, webslinger"

Hobie smiles mischievously down at you before dropping down at a height, you scream in delight, gut falling with you right before Hobie aims up and swings you both before landing on the harsh ground.

Once you bravely open your tightly shut eyes, you see Nueva York in all its glory. The sight takes your breath away, tall skyscrapers and futuristic trains that go up to the sky. The sun shining down at the greenery below, you savour the light since in your shared dimension it's been raining non stop with grey clouds blanketing the heavens.

You pass by a bright neon sign, pink shining on Hobie's side profile. He feels your intense stare, masked face looking down at you, you can feel him grin despite the cloth blocking his face.

"Got somethin' on my handsome face?"

"Yeah, your ego–!!" Hobie lets go of his web, his arms wrapped tightly around you, your legs clinging to his waist, both falling down fast like a bullet shot from a gun. You squeal with exhilaration, your laugh contagious, Hobie guffaws with you in tandem.

Wind rushing in your ears, you feel your soul leave your body when Hobie abruptly pulls back up, continuing swinging like nothing.

Air goes back in your lungs, "fuck! How is your arm still in its socket after that?" You don't notice the shaking in your legs.

"Sheer will, love" Hobie nuzzles his face right under the shell of your ear, leaving a quick peck on the smooth skin.

Landing back on solid ground, your legs wobble on the balcony like a newborn giraffe. He has his palm right over the small of your back, at the ready, just in case you fall flat.

"You good?" Hobie slides his hand over to your waist, warmth radiating off his palm. You nod slowly, getting acclimated on the steady floors.

"Hobie! There you are!"

Three spider people make their way towards you, the trio stops once they see you look at them with a growing smile. You recognize them just from Hobie's stories.

"Is that-?" Pavitr starts.

"Them?" Miles finishes Pav's sentence.

"Don't be weird" Gwen shoves them both with her shoulders. "Hi, I'm Gwen" she makes her way towards you, hand outstretched in greeting.

"Hello! I know!" You say excitedly, "I mean, I kind of know you based on Hobie's stories" taking her hand, you shake it with a smile.

Meanwhile Hobie watches you click immediately with his friends, his heart tender at the sight.

"Ohhh you tell them about us?" Pavitr, you've come to know, takes you in his arms, a bear hug squeezing you tightly. "Hobie's secretly a softie, isn't he" holding you at arms length, you slyly nod, making Pav laugh in agreement. Hobie could only huff without interrupting the interaction.

Miles, you've deduced, gives you a friendly fist bump. "Miles Morales, it's nice to finally meet you"

You reciprocate his greeting, "it's nice to finally meet you too! I love your suit especially the red bits"

"Finally someone that appreciates my style!" Miles goes for a high five that you match in enthusiasm with a loud clap of hands. "I like you already!"

"I can't believe I'm here!" You finally look back to Hobie, his lips curled into a fond smile that makes you grin wider than you ever thought possible. "Can't even fathom this entire place!"

Gwen loops her arm around yours, "let's get you acquainted then"

"Yes, please!"

"We're coming with!" Miles chides in.

"First stop, the cafeteria" Pav leads the way, pointing and adding information about the society.

"Oi! You're stealing them from me!" Hobie follows closely behind, boots thumping on the floor to catch up.

Looking over your shoulder, you throw him a wink and a sweet smile. Thanking him wordlessly. His eyes soften at the sight in front of him.

[kilgorezouzou]

Kilgore’s day

[i-prefer-west-side]

(Source unknown, I found it in a folder on my hard drive)

CAUGHT IN THE ACT 5x01 insert AU

She can't wipe the grin off her face.

Interruption aside, one that prevented her and Castle from starting the day off with round four, it's been a pretty good morning. Wearing his shirt, making them both coffee - obviously surprising him, if the look on his face was any indication - a great cap to what was an amazing night.

She's so caught up in her thoughts, anticipating when she'll see him again, that she doesn't see the person at the door until she hears the sharp snap of her name.

"Katherine Beckett!"

Kate jumps, dropping the bra she didn't bother putting back on. Her cheeks warm, and she quickly picks it up, ignores the accusing look being thrown at her. "What are you doing here?"

Lanie props one hand on her hip. "Heard what happened yesterday. Apparently you quit?"

"Resigned."

"Mm-hmm. So I brought coffee-" She lifts the tray in her other hand. "-figured you could use some company after moping all night. Looks like moping wasn't even on the table."

Kate unlocks her door and hears Lanie follow her into her apartment. "You got that right," she murmurs.

Lanie leans against the kitchen counter and sips her tea. "So," she says after a minute of silence, "you and Castle made up."

Kate's cheeks warm even more, and she gnaws at her bottom lip. "Something like that," she admits. "But don't say anything, okay? His mom came home and he had me hide in the closet and then sneak out, so I don't think he wants anyone to know yet."

"You hid in the closet?" Lanie throws her head back and laughs. "Your secret's safe with me. Now, tell me everything."

[harrywavycurly]

Can I get a fluffy joe where shes sick and she has to stay upstairs and he has to stay down stairs because he has to work and can’t get sick but it’s making him crazy and he keeps texting her reasons he needs to come up (she’s needs soups , she needs hugs, she needs him to scratch her head and play with her hair just how she likes ). He finally caves and says he has to come be with her

Hii babes!! So I hope you enjoy this, it’s the same prompt I just changed it a little bit with you trying to keep him away😂💖

*Joe just wants to be the best boyfriend and nurse*

[bunysliper]

Fic prompt: s5 pillow talk 💛

I know it's been forever since you prompted this, I hope you like it!

Talks in the Dark

"What'd you want to be when you grew up?"

The question comes out of the blue, a complete non sequitur to the last words they'd spoken (which had been more breathless pants than an actual conversation), but Kate just laughs, reaching back for his hand and bringing it around her body to bring his chest flush with her back.

"When you were really little, I mean," he continues, dusting a kiss to the skin at the back of her neck. "I know you told me once that when you were in college you were pre-law, and then you became the greatest detective in the world, but when you were your little, tiny, feisty baby Beckett self, what'd you want to be?"

Kate strokes her fingertips over the back of his hand, using the gentle rhythm to help herself think. She knows she'd wanted to be something different back then, all kids did even if it was something absolutely absurd, but she can't for the life of her remember what it was.

"I really don't know," she says. "I guess maybe I always kind of wanted to be like my mom."

She feels him smile against her skin, shivering when he brushes his stubble along her shoulder.

"I could see that," he agrees. "You do stick to your guns when you know what you want."

Kate exhales, clutching his hand a little tighter. She's trying not to be so rigid, but she knows he's seen that side of her too often.

"My dad used to joke that 'stubborn' should have been my middle name."

Castle chuckles. "Katherine Stubborn Beckett; it does have a ring to it."

She smiles. "Not the worst name in the world, anyway."

He hums.

"Come to think of it, though, I feel like I did once tell my parents I wanted to be a groundskeeper in a cemetery after we went to a funeral."

Castle's head tilts on the pillow. "I need to know. Tell me everything. How did you go from lawyer to groundskeeper in a cemetery, and back to lawyer?"

"I remember seeing the care they took in making sure the graves looked nice, and it was quiet and peaceful there."

"And you didn't think, even for a second that it might be haunted?"

She snorts. "Not even a little bit."

"Party pooper."

Kate hums. "What about you? What'd you want to be before little Ricky Castle decided the life of a writer was for him?"

Castle's fingers twitch in hers. "Oh, I definitely wanted to be a ghostbuster who patrolled a cemetery. Zap a few poltergeists with my proton pack before they can terrorize people? The best."

She doesn't believe it for a second, but she laughs anyway, giving him that.

"And then I'd fall in love with an unbelievably, unrealistically sexy cemetery groundskeeper and we'd be together forever, making sure the army of the undead never rose to terrorize the city."

Kate snorts. "No really, Castle. What'd you want to be?"

He exhales. "A journalist, I think. Television, print, either. I wanted to report facts to people and keep them up to date about what was going on in the world. I used to sit Mother down and force her to watch my nightly news reports. Which I wrote myself about events I almost completely made up."

His lips pucker against her skin. "It turns out fiction is much more fun."

Kate laughs. "Now that I believe."

Behind her, Castle hums.

"I am glad to know that about you, though," she adds. Pulling her hand out of his grip, her fingers trail down his arm, making soothing strokes. "Thanks for telling me."

His foot brushes hers. "Thanks for telling me about yours, too. You would make a pretty hot groundskeeper, you know."

Laughter bubbles in her chest. "Thanks, Castle," she drawls. "I'll keep that in mind if I ever decide to change jobs."

He grins against her skin. "Good."

Quiet settles, blanketing them in warmth. Kate sinks deeper into the mattress, allowing herself to drift. She's on the cusp of sleep when she hears her name again.

"Mmm?"

"I love you."

A smile works its way over her lips. "I know."

He chuckles, pulling her closer, rearranging the tangle of limbs they've created until they're both comfortable.

"Hey Cas'le?" she says a second later, peeking an eye open and twisting her head as far as she can. She can't see him, but it's the thought that counts.

"Yeah?"

"I love you, too."

[carsonian]

Cap-IM Rec Week: Fluffy Friday

@cap-ironman, it's Friday! Coincidentally, I'm in love. 🤔

"met my destiny (in quite a similar way" by ishipallthings (@ishipallthings)

“I’m in love with you.” The spatula in Tony’s hand clatters to the floor with an audible thwack. (In which Tony is incredulous, Steve is determined, and absolutely no pancakes are made for breakfast.)

There's been a longstanding campaign by well-known and less-well-known dentists to delete this fic from the interwebs because of its devastating effect on readers' dental health. 'Nuff said.

"Rushing Headlong in the Wrong (Right) Direction" by nostalgicatsea (@nostalgicatsea)

“Steve,” Jan said slowly, “what did you think you were bidding on?” He could feel the heat of his blush creeping down his face and neck, and considering its intensity, he knew he was as red as a fire hydrant. “Uh,” he said for the second time in minutes. Or: Steve bids on Tony thinking Tony's auctioning off a date and gets something very different instead.

Steve may be the only white man underwhelmed by a wheel of cheese. And to that we all say: respect!

"The Way You Love Me" by Saber_Wing (@saber-wing)

Tony mustered up his best, ‘look at me, I’m so put together,’ voice, the one the press ate right up. And there was next to zero chance Steve was going to buy it, but that wouldn’t stop him from trying. “Don’t worry about me, sugar plum. I’ve got this.” Tony tried to open his eyes again, as if to prove a point even though no one could see him. And oh, oh no, that was a mistake. Frantically, he grasped for the wastebasket, dry heaving into it. Oh, he did not have this. He did not have this at all. Tony underestimates the severity of one of his migraines, and pays for it.

I really don't use this word lightly so it's after carefully considering every angle that I bring it up here. This fic is: scrump-dilly-icious. Again, I don't use that word lightly. But this fic is. Scrumpdillyicious!

"My Favorite Things" by Captain_Panda

Tony Stark loves Christmas. Too bad he's dating Scrooge's more miserable cousin.

Captain_Panda, the writer you are. . .

"very first words (of a lifelong love letter)" by picturecat (@snoozingcat)

Steve punched a triceratops and all he got was this lousy love confession. (He's pretty happy with it.)

I have no words because when I read this, my body had a magic-girl transformation into just. A pile of goo. So it goes. Hashtag worth it.

There's a reason why The Cure said "It's Friday, I'm in love." Because-- now--here's the reason: it's Friday. We're in love.

Go forth: SteveTony lovers, fuckers, ambassadors, champions, perverts, freaks, losers, dreamers, legends! Read, re-read, kudo, comment, spread legs and spread love.

[imaginedreamwrite]

Fluffy and Flirty Friday with Werewolf!Ari and his Luna. Usually Ari is the one to be affectionate and flirty with Reader, but can a get a snippet where Reader is showing same qualities? Ari is be in heaven, probably ☺️

A groan left his lips when he heard his phone ringing from his nightstand, the quieter tone still sharp enough to wake him up. He had rolled over onto his side and reached for the charging device, lifting it from the wood to bring it into his view. Your name flashed on the screen and Ari had grinned sleepily, tapping the green phone symbol to accept the call.

“Having fun little luna?” Ari questioned with a thick and husky voice, rubbing his hand down his face to wake himself up. “Are you ready to come home?”

“Ari…Ari Ari….” Your soft laughter through the phone had an immediate reaction on the werewolf, bringing rise to a bright and bold grin. “You’re so pretty, I can’t can’t see you but I know you’re beautiful.”

“Sweetpea,” Ari removed the blankets and threw them aside, slowly sitting up on the edge of the bed, “do you need me to come pick you up?”

“Yes! Yes, come take me! I’m done, I wanna jump into bed with you.” You we’re eagerly rattling on while music was faintly heard in the background. “Its not fair ya know? Like…you’re tall and big…You’re so hot!”

“Yeah, sweetheart? You should see yourself.” Ari held the phone tightly in his hand, bending to grab a pair of sweats from the floor, yanking them up his legs.

“And your voice-!” You moaned seductively, and the sound had a direct affect on Ari in the same way that you were affected by his voice.

“I’m gonna come get you, little luna.” Ari was halfway out the door in the flash of an eye, he was already on his way when you spoke again.

“I wanna climb you like a tree.” You giggled again, clearly inebriated yet happy. “Imma be the first…the first Ari climbing-“

“Hang up the phone, luna.” One of the guards you were with spoke over you. “Ari’s on his way.”

“Give me ten minutes.” Ari spoke to his guard, and ended the call with a promise to get you soon.

The drive to the little place you went to had went quick, and Ari had just as soon parked the car and killed the engine when you had scurried down the stairs. You were heading toward him with haste, your heels safely rested in your guards arms while you came toward him barefoot.

“Hey Sweetpea,” Ari crooned, catching you when you jumped on him, your arms snaking around his neck and your lips firmly planted against hi.

“Hot werewolf,” you giggled into the kiss, “hot werewolf alpha boyfriend, lucky me.”

“You had fun, baby?” Ari held you with ease, securely holding you against him while you praised him with compliments.

“Yes, Ari! I had the best time but I can’t wait to go home because I missed you and you’re so hot and such a good cook-” you silenced yourself by kissing Ari with hunger and need.

“My sweet girl,” Ari crooned, pulling away and settling you onto the ground then into the vehicle, attentively studying you, “let’s go home.”

“Home,” you reached for Ari, touching his chest, “we need to ban clothes at home.”

“Clothes, little luna?” Ari stifled a laugh, gently buckling you in.

“With a body like that, wearing clothes is an in-injustice.”

“Yeah? You want me to walk around naked?”

“Yes, Ari.” You answered with a serious, adorable look upon your face. “Always naked.”

“When we get home then,” Ari cooed, “I’ll get rid of my clothes and yours.”

“Deal.”

[satorusugurugurl]

Aloe Vera

Summary: When on vacation with your boyfriend, things are great, the drinks, the sex, and the pool. What wasn't great, was the sunburn? But you're dating the strongest sorcerer of the modern age! He’ll take good care of you!

Characters: Gojo Satoru x FAB!Reader

Word Count: 1,408

Warnings: language, sunburn (please wear sunscreen!) fluff~!

A/N: As someone who lives in the desert, this happens a lot. My S.O was sweet enough to rub aloe on me last week, thus my muse!

“Oooh fuck me.” You whine, shuffling into the bathroom. “Fuuuuck me.”

Satoru is right behind you, towel wrapped around his neck, sunglasses pushing his bangs out of his face. “I told you to put on sunscreen! But nooo, somebody stayed by the pool because someone wanted to live, laugh, and work on her tan.”

Your boyfriend was right; you had said those exact words to him earlier that day. When he specifically tried to get you to put more sunscreen on. You had a shirt for him and that you were fine. The sunscreen you put on four hours prior was waterproof, as you floated in a donut.

But the sunscreen had to be reapplied every four hours. If you had taken the time to read the bottle, you think you would know. You really should have listened to your boyfriend. But you were so excited that summer was just around the corner; the only sound you wanted to listen to was the sound of margaritas being made and beach balls bouncing.

If your skin ever felt like skin again, you would listen to whatever the sunscreen bottle and your boyfriend told you to do.

Your skin was so burnt it wasn’t even funny. It was painful and hot; it hurt to move with every step you took towards the shower. Satoru winced, watching as you whimpered, stepping out of your swimsuit and turning the water to a lukewarm temperature.

You don’t even have a chance to step in as arms gently wrap around you. Satoru intended it to be a comforting gesture. Instead, it had you jolting in pain as the cloth of your boyfriend's jacket rubbed against your burnt, sensitive skin. Your yelp had him pulling back, arms held out in front of him.

“F-Fuck baby! I’m sorry!”

“N-no, it’s okay, it’s fine, I-I’m just going to sit here and suffer for all eternity.” Satoru doesn’t say anything as you step into the water. You try to hold back the cries of pain that threaten to pass through your lips, but Gojo can still hear them. The tiny, pained whines have him wincing along with you. He hated seeing you in pain and regretted not making you put on more sunscreen. If he had been more stern with you, then maybe he wouldn’t be in the position that you are right now. But it wasn’t like he could go back in time. You had neglected to put on more sunscreen, and he had failed to pin you down on the pool deck and rub it all over your stupidly cute face. He could not go back in time to change the outcome.

There was, however, one thing he could do.

“Hey, I’m going to step out for a little bit. I need to run to the store in the lobby and grab a couple of things. Are you going to be okay?”

A pained yes is all he hears before you slowly sink to the shower floor, allowing the cold water to run over your burnt skin. Gojo wastes no time; the second who knew you would be okay on your own for a bit, he was bolting out of your hotel room and running down to the hotel store.

You shower to your best abilities without being in excruciating pain. Skipping on the rag and the loofah, you gently wash your body with your hands, which still hurts. You made a vow to yourself with the showerhead that you would never forget to reapply your sunscreen again. Even if you were to fail, your boyfriend wouldn’t.

For the time being, the only thing you could do was try to relax, even though it felt like you wanted to peel your skin off of your body. After your shower, you shuffle back into the main room, collapsing onto the bed, bare butt naked, enjoying the cool crisp sheets underneath you. Between your still-wet skin and the air conditioning, You felt some form of comfort as the hotel room door opened.

At first, you jumped, searching for anything to cover your skin, but quickly, the door shut a second later, and you heard the wrinkling of a plastic bag heading further into the room. “Toru?” You call down gently, lifting your head to search for your boyfriend.

“It’s me; you weren’t doing anything naughty, were you?” he teases, even though he knew the only thing you could do was cry in pain from the sunburn that covered most of your body. Having sex like this was out of the question.

“If by naughty you mean laying my naked ass on our bed, then yes, I am being naughty.”

You can hear his running footsteps just before his shadow spreads on the bed before you. For a second, you think that he’s going to wolf whistle or fist pump or even make some crude comment about how sexy you look naked on his bed, and he didn’t even have to ask you to do anything. Instead of crude comments, the bed dips under his weight as he flops near you.

One second, you're lying there in silence, and the next second, a cold jelly-like substance is squeezed on your back. Said jelly instantly eases the burn on your back, making you moan softly as Satoru’s hands gently rub the cooling, earthy-smelling liquid over your irritated skin. The contrast of cool against your burning skin felt magical. The pain subsided from a persistent throbbing or a mild sting.

“Mmm, Toru, that feels good~” You smile happily, “Thank you, baby.”

“You're welcome, sweetheart. Just remember this moment when I'm lathering sunscreen on you from now on.”

You scoff as Satoru rolls you onto your back so he can rub aloe vera over the front of your body. “Oh please, you think I’m ever going to get this burnt again?”

“You won't once I lather you up in sunscreen.”

“I just wanted to get a little tanner to give off goddess vibes.”

“Babe, you already do that.” The way your eyes widen and glimmer at his words makes Satoru fight the urge to pat himself on the back. “My sunburnt goddess.” He admires the lighter skin tones from where your swimsuit was to the darker tones of your sunburn. God, your skin was so pretty, even when it was burnt.

“Oh, haha, asshole. Sunburnt Goddess, my ass.”

“It's true; allow me to lather you in aloe vera and fan you with a palm tree leaf.”

You rub your face against the sheets. “But of course, my devote ivory follower~”

“Heeey, why am I the ivory follower?”

“Have you seen your pasty ass?”

Your boyfriend's hands stop their treading as he sputters in shock. “Pasty ass?! Pasty!?” You laugh out loud, lifting your head to look up at him. “I do not have a pasty ass!”

“I'm sure the astronauts in the space station can see your pasty ass when you're naked,” Gojo grumbles, digging in the bag and opening something. “The aliens can see your glorious ass from galaxies away. The honored one's ass, the strongest ass of the modern age.” Gojo perks up with a smirk, nodding as he slaps a cool patch on your forehead.

“Keep going, sweetheart~ I'm almost there~.”

You don't get any further as Gojo grabs one of his oversized t-shirts and carefully slips it on you. “Thank you, Satoru, for taking such good care of me, Satoru.” Your boyfriend grins, eyes shutting as he lies down next to you, teaching into his bag, handing you a popsicle.

“You're welcome, sweetheart.”

You both lick at your popsicles in the cool air of the hotel room. When a single thought crosses your eyes, wander over your boyfriend's exquisite body. “Hey Toru?” the man is sucking down on his popsicle like he was giving it the gluck-gluck-five thousand.

“Yeah?”

“Can you get sunburned with infinity?”

“Huh,” he blinked slowly, “I mean, the special grade curse Jogo didn't burn me—so I'm assuming not. Just another benefit of being the honored one.”

“The honored one with a pasty ass.” A smirk pulls at the corner of your mouth as Satoru chokes on his sugary treat.

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[the-kr8tor]

hi!!! I was wondering if U could write hobie celebrating his partner's (gn! reader) birthday with them for fluffy Friday?

have a nice day :)

Thank you for the lovely request! If you sent this around your bday im so so sorry it's late, hope u had a good one! ❤️❤️

Pairing: Hobie Brown x gn! Reader/ Spider-Punk x gn! Reader

Tags: no use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader, cw food, cw food mentions, lovestruck Hobie, FLUFF.

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You feel feather light kisses on your cheeks, completely knowing who's smooching you in your sleepy state, you pretend to stay asleep.

Hobie huffs, breath fanning your lashes. He presses numerous kisses on your forehead and on the curve of your nose, increasing in roughness with every passing second you don't wake. After letting you sleep in, he's grown antsy, excited to show you what he's planned just for you.

You stop a smile from forming when he pecks a part of your jaw that's sensitive. Feeling him lean away, you have a theory on what he does next.

In a flash, Hobie places his face atop your neck, before you could react, he blows raspberries on your skin. Your eyes fly open, palms over his broad shoulders in an attempt to push him away. Legs kicking in delight, giggles filling the bedroom, he saves you from the oh so awful act by simply leaning away. He Presses a sloppy kiss atop your neck just before he moves away from it.

You promptly beam up at him, eyes bright, sneaking a quick peck over his wrist near your face.

“Happy birthday, love” Hobie brings his forehead over to yours, thankful for another year of you on this earth.

“Is it? I couldn't tell from the lack of birthday kisses” you joke.

“It's because you're getting on with age, you couldn't remember me snogging all of your wrinkles.”

You gasp, acting offended. “Wrinkles?! Excuse me!” Your legs wrap around his waist, tickling the small of his back with your heel.

He rolls his eyes at your attempt, “Keep doin' that and you won't get your present.”

You stop your attack immediately, perking up at his last word. “Present? You got me something?”

“Yes,” He scoops you up effortlessly, sitting you down on the mattress. “But first, breakfast��

“Aww” you coo, “you made me birthday breakfast?”

“I cook your breakfast almost everyday, love” he moves towards the bedroom door, keeping conversation with you over his shoulder.

“And I'm always grateful!” you yell after him, leaning slightly to watch his back through the open door while he takes something from the kitchen counter.

“Like what you see?” Hobie teases you, feeling your eyes observing him.

“Hell yeah I do!” he guffaws at your flirty reply.

Hobie struts inside, hands full with a tray, dishes clink together as he carefully lays it over your lap. Balancing it over the pillow he placed beforehand.

The fluffy pancakes get your attention, soft with butter melting over the pastry, chocolate chips dot the pancake, your stomach growls at the sight of it. A fruit cup sits next to it, all customized with your favourite fruits, cut to tiny slices by Hobie himself. A steaming cup of coffee wafts your nostrils, just the smell of it wakes you up from the lingering sleepiness.

Your heart melts like the butter on top of your pancake, you have an urge to squeeze Hobie full of your love.

“Come here, handsome” you flex your fingers towards him, calling him over, eyes full of hearts.

“Handsome, huh? ‘m guessing you like it” Hobie indulges you, probably the first of many coddling for your special day. Arms wrap around you, carefully avoiding the meal from getting toppled. His hand cradles the back of your head, you pepper kisses over his jaw, five o'clock shadow scratching your nose.

Kiss “I” kiss “love it” smooch “and I” kiss “love you”

Finishing off from devouring his face, you let out a loud smacking sound with your lips, nuzzling his neck for good measure. Hobie giddily smiles through it all.

You pull away, he cleans the corner of your eyes gently with his pinky. “Eat, or I'll eat it all for you”

“Are you hungry? We can share” you squeeze his bicep. “Hobie, have you eaten?” there's concern in your voice.

“I have, ate some of your pancakes” truth be told he did eat, but only the ones that aren't pretty enough to be added to your plate. The ones who didn't make the cut, the edges burnt or the ones that aren't fluffy enough.

“And fruit” Hobie can still smell the juice on his fingers with how much he cut, he practiced a bit with different ways of cutting it, so far he's eaten so many rejects that he can't stand eating another fruit for at least another week or two.

He's incredibly full.

“Okay, you sure? We can go half on the pancakes”

He chuckles, “‘m sure, love. Go eat, just watching you makes me full” Hobie taps his stomach dramatically.

“Sap” you hide a lopsided smile under the mug. The mixture's just right, perfectly blended just how you like it. Sighing in content, Hobie watches you with fondness.

“Fuck, these are perfect” you munch on your pancake, sweetness filling your tongue.

If only you know how many he made (and ate) just for you to get the perfect batch. Not too sweet or bland, not gooey or flat. Just right for your taste.

He hums, proud of himself. Hobie mentally pats himself on the back for a job well done.

“Thank you, lemme kiss you”

After eating your fill and many kisses in between, Hobie hands you a red string. You look at him perplexed.

“What's this?” You hold the string, weighing it with your hand.

“Follow the string for your present” he stands up, hand reaching to help you out of the bed.

You scream in delight, practically jumping off the mattress. “Thank you!” Hugging him tightly, you hold his hand together with the string.

“Let's go!”

A/N: did I get the string idea from frozen fever? Yes I did lmaoo

[rae-gar-targaryen]

Some Mickey "Fanboy" Garcia S.O. hcs for my Danny Ramirez babes bc I can't stop thinking about it...

(maybe I'll write this fic if there's interest???) -- EEP this is very unedited and total stream of consciousness, pls bear with me

Fanboy has a very sweet and adorable sunshine gf

she is a woman of dichotomy and multiple interests: she wears cute sundresses and is the total embodiment of the golden-hour aesthetic, but loves metal and action movies

when she visits him on base, she brings baked goods that she made from scratch

she tells him he has to share with the rest of the team

she gets family recipes from his mom to surprise him with a home-cooked meal when he gets back

she and Fanboy exchange Spotify playlists while he's away. He makes one called "I only have eyes for you," filled with lots of Motown and sweet sunshiney love songs

she's a sci-fi lover and big time nerd, just like Fanboy

she does a star wars-themed boudoir photoshoot while he's away and sends him the prints through the mail as a surprise

Payback loves her, and she and him love to tease Fanboy -- "when are you gonna leave this joker?" And she tells Fanboy, "Don't worry, after all, 'I only have eyes for you.'"

Ultimate sunshine x sunshine pairing

She gifts him a copy of novels she's read while he's away that she thinks he would like, and writes little notes and inscriptions in them for him. He takes one with him on each deployment.

Ultimate Instagram couple -- they're all over each other's stories when they're together. Brunches together, they love movie dates and chill nights in, and he's a good Instagram bf --

"babe the lighting is so good, lemme take your picture!"

He takes lots of pics of him and the squad and sends them to her while he's away -- everyone ships them ☀️💜🌿

should I just write this?? requests are open and I'm writing for top gun characters

[i-prefer-west-side]

https://www.tumblr.com/dontaddme/670303940979589120?source=share fic prompt

DEAR DIARY Early Season 5

He doesn't mean to snoop.

Well, okay, he technically didn't snoop. Spilling coffee and accidentally finding what looks like a diary while he cleans it up isn't snooping. And if his eyes happened to read the words on the page, and if those words happen to make his heart skip a beat, well, that's a physical reaction. He can't help it.

She's always been private, keeping her most honest and vulnerable parts of herself close. And he knows that, respects it - most of the time - and over the years, he's learned just how far he can push before she shuts down.

So any glimpse he gets below that hard exterior is like gold. Any time she chooses to share something personal, like watching Temptation Lane with her mom, he soaks it up like a sponge.

What she hasn't shared about very much, though, is last summer. The time between her shooting and returning from her dad's cabin is almost a complete mystery to him. He hasn't earned that layer yet.

When he starts to read the words on the page, notices that the date is right in the middle of her time at her dad's cabin, he starts to close the book. It feels invasive; she'll tell him when she's ready.

But then he sees the ghost of the words on the other side of the page. The writer part of him winces - he hates when that happens - but the rest of him, the part that wants to know absolutely everything about this woman, wins out, and he turns the page.

The date on top is recent.

It's dated two days after she showed up at his door, soaking wet with an apology and love on her lips.

His breath catches in his throat as he reads.

To see you. To feel you. It calms me. It cures me.

They've both shared their love for each other, but this...this seems more special. More intimate.

"Watcha doing?"

He looks up when Kate emerges from her bedroom, running a towel through her damp hair, and he closes the notebook and puts it back on the table. "Spilled coffee," he explains, lifting his almost-empty mug. "Just cleaning it up."

She nods, one brow arched in a way that tells him she knows, or at least suspects, that he isn't telling her everything. But she just closes the distance between them and takes his face in her hands, lifts her mouth to his for a slow, deep kiss. "I love you, you know," she whispers, nudging her nose against his.

He smiles. "I know."

[wolfstarhaven]

🌸FLUFFY FRIDAY #55🌸

Warning! This could be too sweet to handle!✨

Heartstones, by eyra (5k)

Remus is a lonely painter. Sirius is a shopkeeper who might just have a solution for that. Summertime on the Yorkshire coast, with crystals, and candle-smoke, and sunshine.

You know, normally, anything remotely new age-y gives me the ick. Not this though! This was lovely, just like everything else eyra has written.

tell me what you want, say it like an oath, by drowsyanddazed (3k)

Sirius tilts his head. “What? What do you want?” Gray eyes. Collarbones. Body heat.

“Nothing,” Remus' eyes shift to Sirius’ lips and then quickly back to smoky eyes, “it doesn’t matter.”

Don’t look at me, no I’m not drooling, nope. Urgh, this short little piece of writing is just so perfect. Pining Remus, hot tension, and a wonderful (wonderful!!) scene where that tension is…resolved.

Btw sorry loves for being a bit absent lately. I’m not leaving this blog (you’ll never get rid of me!!), I’ve just had a few shitty weeks which have left me with absolutely no energy for anything else.

xx Elliot

[harrywavycurly]

OMG SARAH THE FLUFFY EVENING HAS MY HEART🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷

Could you do Joe Keery or Steve Harrington (whichever you feel this fits best) with something like "I had a dream about you".

Just something super fluffy and sweet where maybe the dream is about the future or something?! Idk you always have the best ideas so whatever comes to mind🥰

Thank u Sarah u love xxxxx

Hiii babes!! Uhh stooopppp the “i had a dream about you” is one of the best fluffy prompts ever😭😭 I went with Steve I don’t know why he just popped into my head for this and I gave it to you in a conversation if that’s okay?? I love youuu!! You’re so welcome!!💖

Want in on Fluffy Friday? Look here✨

*Steve didn’t mean to wake you up but he just had to tell you about his dream*

“Baby…baby? Are you awake?” “Huh?…what?…no…I’m not.” “Sweetheart I just had the best dream.” “Stevie it’s…six in the morning we work at ten can you tell me about it later?” “No I have to tell you now…it..it was about you.” “If it’s one of those sex fantasy dreams just keep it to yourself…” “what? No it wasn’t…one of those..will you just open your eyes for me please?” “Fine…this better be good Steven Andrew…” “funny you just said my middle name…in uhm my dream we had a little boy…and his name was Andrew after uh well..i guess after me?…but he was like three or maybe four it’s hard to tell but he was outside in the backyard.” “We had a backyard?” “Oh yeah baby we had a whole house like two three bedrooms and your own walk in closet.” “Oh this dream sounds nice…what was Andrew doing in the backyard?” “He was playing and you were standing outside watching him and I was getting home from work and he ran to me and…and then you turned around and you…you were like super pregnant and I think it was a girl because i saw a little glimpse of the nursery and it was pink and white…” “so we had a little boy and possibly a little girl?” “Yes it was just….it was perfect and…I want to give you that..a house and a backyard and…a family.” “Yeah? You want a family with me?” “Of course..I love you..so fucking much.” “I love you too Steve.”

[bunysliper]

Castle Ficlet: Drizzle and Dancing 1/1

Drizzle and Dancing

For the third day in a row, they wake up to clouds and a slow drizzle. It's not enough rain to call a storm, but it is enough to make going out just a tad miserable, so she contents herself to relaxing inside their rental for a while longer. After all, she has a bag of books they'd bought on their first or second day here that she can start on instead of waiting until they get home.

Of course, Castle has other ideas. He waits until after breakfast, once their second (maybe third, it's not like he's let her mug go dry at all this morning) cups of coffee have grown cool, and she's settled back with a novel before he jumps off the couch regardless, holding out a hand to her.

"Come on, Beckett."

Lifting an eyebrow, Kate looks between his hand and his face. "Come on what?"

He grins without missing a beat. "I've got energy to burn."

"Uh huh," she hums, glancing down at her book. "And what are you proposing we do with your boundless energy?" Her lips quirk, the insinuation clear.

He wiggles his fingers, daring her to take them. "Well, there's obviously that," he agrees, squaring his shoulders like he's preparing for a presentation. "But first, let's dance."

Kate grins, taking great care to close her book and set it aside. She grips his hands, allowing him to haul her up and over to the open space by the kitchen where he twirls her and pulls her into his arms.

It's a good way to spend her morning.

[pawsathomepetsitting]

When the walk was so good that it turns into an immediate afternoon snooze with her lambie 🐶💤🐑