#I WANNA JUST HUG HER TIGHT AND BURY MY FACE INTO HER HAIR AND TELL HER HOW MUCH I LOVE HER AND HOW MUCH SHE MEANS TO ME

[willows-peak]

*･ﾟ✧ JJK Character's Fav Positions

tags: multi character x reader, gn! reader, fluff, acute descriptions of cuddling, sfw and nsfw below the cut, the students aren't included in the nsfw portion dw

word count: expected 2.2k

a/n: im struggling with a geto wip so have this for tonight :3c i wonder if u can tell whos my fav to write

⋆｡˚ ♡ spooning: reserved for the clingiest of people, those who wanna feel your warmth no matter what, snuggled tight holding your back to their chest under a blanket and falling asleep to the slow breaths you make in your slumber

nobara: she's a girl with a very busy life, socially and academically, so when she finally gets to come home and relax into you, her back being embraced by you and held snugly to your chest as she sighs in content, she's as happy as can be. especially after a nice warm shower to wash the day's work away, curling up in bed in her jammies and taking a well deserved nap is all she needs. she gets very irritable if (god forbid) she cant be with you for a while

yuuta: he's a very sweet boy, even when sleeping. if u two end up cuddling, you'll somehow always end up being spooned, no matter how you two fell asleep. yuuta claims he has no idea how this happens, but youre starting to doubt him when you fell asleep at the foot of the bed and woke up with a snoring yuuta behind you. though, you dont have it in you to push him away, considering the way he grumbles and reaches out for you until youre back in his arms

getou: while he wasn't the one to initiate being the little spoon, that seems to be the role you gave him when you first started sleeping in the same bed. even while he was relaxed, his back muscles seemed to entrance you enough to want to stare at them while he slept. he wasn't surprised or offended at your reasoning of course, quite the opposite. you were fueling his already huge ego so how could he deny you? now, he'll rest with the feeling of your deft fingers combing through his hair, while your other hand was running across the bumps and crevices of his back.

⋆｡˚ ♡ hugging: for the cuddling enjoyer who also wants to smoosh your face with their chest. legs tangled together, the comforting scent of your shampoo in their nose and their hand gently cupping the back of your head

gojo: speaking of the clingiest man alive. he treats you like a stuffie half the time while you two sleep, hugging you tight to his chest and having your face buried in the crook of his neck while he snoozes away. much like yuuji, the pressure of you against his body helps relax him, but unfortunately for you, that means this 6'3 man squeezing you as tight as possible and stacking on blankets on top of your combined bodies. let's hope you two live somewhere cold

inumaki: he always slept in fetal position before you two started dating, so this was just naturally how you two began cuddling. inumaki either slept at 8 pm sharp or he'd still be awake when you got up in the morning, so who was cuddling who was never consistent. sometimes, inumaki slept with his arm thrown across your hip and his face squished against your side, and others he'd hook his arm around the small of your back and hold you while you slept

⋆｡˚ ♡ head on lap: sometimes you don't wanna go all out with cuddling your partner, and for those occasions look no further than the thigh pillow ™ for when you or your partner are too tired to move from the couch to the bed

maki: few words are ever spoken when you two do this. you could be catching up on your schoolwork, or talking with maki, or watching the tv, but often times you'll simply stop and roll over to lay on her lap, neither of you questioning or even batting an eye to it anymore. even when you first did it, there was only a moment of confusion in maki's face before she shrugged and continued talking to you

choso: when you asked him how he liked to cuddle one day, he shrugged his shoulders and answered with "whatever makes you happy." and while he meant it, you couldnt deny the pattern you noticed when you were lounging in bed, or sitting down, where choso would inevitably end up cozied between your thighs, his head resting on your tummy with his hand around your back. pro tip, he makes happy hums if you put your hand on his head

⋆｡˚ ♡ head on chest: who needs blankets when you have a whole other person? the classic and well loved position that lets them hold u as close as they can, arm snagging around your waist and holding you tight as you drift into dream land

megumi: you may have thought this meant youre laying on his chest. nope. it took a while for him to open up with what he wanted with you, physically, but it very quickly turned into routine how he'd wordlessly crawl into your arms and flop down against your chest, grumbling incoherently when you asked him what was the matter. you'd sigh and resume whatever you were doing, combing through his messy hair until the soft sound of snores filled the room minutes later.

nanami: this man does not play around about two things, children and his sleep. he's very particular with how he rests, as in you *will* be with him while he sleeps, and you *will* be placed on his chest, held tight as he snored away. youre his wonderful break from monotony, a shining ray of sunshine in his cold and unwelcoming world, so forgive him for being clingy while he rests. though, this does come with the downside of him becoming restless if you're ever away. dont worry! he has a pillow with your scent sprayed onto it for this very occasion, just in case

toji: he wasnt huge on cuddling at first, both not used to it and finding it inconvenient to deal with if he needed to do anything at night. he didnt sleep well before you, and even if that hasnt changed, you snuggling up to him like a huge teddy bear at least gave him something to focus on in those sleepless fits he often has. on the rare occasion he sleeps before you awaken, youre extra careful to press a kiss to his chest as he silently rested underneath you

⋆｡˚ ♡ in their lap: cuddling doesn't always have to mean sleeping, of course. sometimes its just a really really long hug with your partner. for times like this, curling up in someone's lap while you laze your time away sounds like a paradise

yuuji: at first, scooting you into his lap was just an easy way to keep you close while he had nothing else to do, arm secured around your waist while you either scrolled through your phone or talked to him about your day, the mundane things he loved about you. but, as he soon found, you on his lap added the extra bonus of pressure! a sturdy weight and warmth on his body, allowing him to relax and melt into you in those moments of silence shared between you two.

sukuna: lets just say you're lucky he's touchy at all with you. he'll tolerate surprise hugs or pecks on his shoulder, but the only physical touch he seems to ever enjoy is when you're slotted in his lap, free to touch and poke at whenever he pleases. you'd whine if he pinched your cheek, squawk if he pressed his nails into the meat of your thighs, glare at him if he groped your ass. all those lovely reactions are a fair trade for you scooting yourself into his lap and using his chest as a pillow, he deems

NSFW UNDER CUT!!! MDNI

⋆｡˚ ♡ cowgirl: save a horse, ride a cowboy seeing you take control is unbearably sexy. pivoting your hips up and down on their dick while your hands grip at their shoulders, or having their hands grab at your ass while you slowly grind down against them. either way theyre yours for the taking

ino: a loveable, yet irritating trait of your boyfriend, is that he struggled to fuck you again after a round. you couldnt blame him, with how fast and hard he pounded into you and how he'd always make sure to hit your sweet spots until you were spasming and cumming around his cock. but when you werent satisfied just yet, he spared no time lifting you up into his lap, eagerly offering his cock for you to use as you pleased. and really, how could you pass up an offer like that?

getou: why should he have to do the work when you look this good riding him? his eyes never leave yours while you're bouncing in his lap, the slap of your skin against his backing up your huffs and whines of pleasure, looking at him so pitifully when he backs his hips down out of you. "you want more? come on honey, work for it. thaaat's right, move your hips just like that f' me" he'd egg you on so sweetly, smiling at your pout while you spread your legs and angled your hips to take him deeper inside

⋆｡˚ ♡ doggy style: nasty mfs who live for seeing your ass jiggle with every thrust or slap they give you. the way your tiny waist arches down and your chest is pressed flat against the sheets while they're pounding away at you is unbeatable to them

yuki: behind every woman with a big ass is an even bigger strap, and yuki is the prime example of that. she loves to fuck you in front of a mirror in this position too, cooing at you for being so good at taking her dick while fucking you with aimed precision, making you look at yourself while shes thrusting deep inside you. its enough to make you melt into the sheets and wail at the onslaught of pleasure going through your body, but dont worry, she still has so much more to give you

⋆｡˚ ♡ against the wall: can you say desperate? they love this position so much, sloppy makeouts that lead to pinning you against the nearest surface because they feel like they'll die if their lips leave yours for even a second

gojo: call him a showoff, because its true. in this position, he can show you just how small you are compared to him, size and strength wise. bouncing you up and down on his cock until your pretty head doesnt work anymore, seeing your eyes oggle his flexed arms and the space where he was fucking up into you. this paired with fucking you inside his office? his dick has never been harder. the thought of someone hearing how good youre getting fucked, coupled with your horrible attempt at muffling your cries and moans makes him so fucking turned on

shoko: shes a true switch, which means its a toss up for whos gonna be on the wall in this position. it all depends on her mood, and who shes had to deal with today. if it was a slow day at work, she'll happily make out with you and grind her knee into your crotch against the door of your apartment for as long as she pleases. though, if her day was more hectic, shes not so subtly grinding herself onto your lap and pressing her fingers into your mouth, sighing woefully about how stressed she is until she expectedly pulls out her fingers, waiting for you to offer yourself to help her

⋆｡˚ ♡ 69: they love the competitive-ness of this position. being able to grab your hips and shove them down onto their flat tongue, getting harder when they can feel how much you're struggling to focus from their mouth. but when you grind down into their mouth while bobbing your head on their cock? hooh

toji: hes so mean when he has you like this.. ruthlessly bucking his hips up into your tight and wet throat, sloppily licking and sucking at you and twitching at the feeling of you gagging when he hits the back of your throat. you can barely move your head, your brain getting fucked out by toji's tongue and lips expertly taking you apart piece by piece. you never lasted long when he had you like this either, much to his delight. eagerly lapping up your cum while you moaned and hopelessly squirmed in his grip felt better than any orgasm hes ever gotten, though your throat comes at a very close second

nanami: nanami can at times forget this position is for the both of you, with how into it he can get. hes good about it at first, groaning into you from the way your tongue licks and swirls around his thick cock. but the more he tastes you, the more ravenous he gets with his sucks against you, licking up any stray wetness that threatens to fall down your thighs as the pace of your sucking slows and breaks. you can try to lift your hips away from his tongue, but good luck with that. the grip he keeps on your thighs is near impossible to break, even if your an orgasm or two deep into the session

⋆｡˚ ♡ mating press: whispers of them others name falling right into their lips as their hips rock into you, thighs pressed tightly against your chests and your legs shaking on top of their shoulders. the closeness of this position never fails to rile them up, allowing them to see every little face you make, and hear all those noises they fuck out of you

sukuna: youre helpless underneath him, and thats the way he likes it. you can barely move around when his large, muscular frame is pinning you plush against the sheets of your bed, arms forced to clumsily hold onto his shoulders as he fucks you so deep, so harshly that you choke on your own breath from the power behind his thrusts. "sssuku-na, please, too mm-! is' toomuch, oh" your pleads fall on deaf ears, his thrusts never faltering nor easing up with their intensity.

choso: he honestly thinks he'll die if he isnt pressed up against you while hes fucking you. it all feels so intimate when hes got you with your legs bound to your torso from his chest, his thighs holding your body steady while hes all up in your guts. he feels so wonderfully deep inside you like this, hardly able to get out a full sentence from the way you squeeze and milk his long cock, crashing his lips into yours as tears start to well up in his eyes from how good it all feels

[yamikawas]

i will always love you, no matter what you go through. i love you so so much <3

- yoomtah !

AAAAAAAAAJDHDHHFJDJFKD YOOMIE MY BELOVED ;///;........................THANK U I'LL ALWAYS LOVE U TOO OK ILL BE WITH U FOREVER AND EVER AND EVER NO MATTER HOW MY BRAIN GETS U ALWAYS MAKE ME FEEL BETTER I LOVE U SO MUCH MY YOOMIE<3<3<3<3<33<33333<<3<<33<3<3<33<3<33<3<3<3<3

[hoesformatt]

SEX SONGS

chris smut, Inspired by Sex Songs by Tory Lanez (it’s so chris)

dom!chris • poc!reader friendly

contains: CHRIS A EATER IN THIS ONE, oral (both ends), missionary, talking through it, some spitting, naked sex (skin to skin contact), unprotected sex (Don’t fucking do that), pet names, no use of y/n

word count: 0.8k (OF PURE SMUT)

the bold are the lyrics

we get straight to it, there’s no buildup…

not-proofread

I make all the bad girls horny

He propped me against his desk holding my legs up by my knees as our lips and tongues meshed together.

“I wanna eat your pussy so bad mama, I wanna know how you taste” Sitting up on his desk he spread my legs opened to get on his knees going down on me. The warm and wet sensation touched my heat, moans escaping my lips.

I bury my face in it ‘cause you’re gorgeous, yeah

Chris’ pulling me towards his mouth, he laid his tongue on my soaked cunt, sucking on my clitoris to then lick on my folds. “Fuck yeah Chris— Hnghh— Shit” He kissed my clit with his nose digging into my pussy.

He spit on my cunt continuing to violate me making my back arch while I gripped his brunette locks in my hair for a sort of comfort. Chris’ hot breath sent shivers down my spine and pleasure along my pussy “Just like that and I’ll cum, fuck, fuck—” My climax inches on me as I quivered uncontrollably and cream-like liquid spewed out of me.

Chris didn’t hesitate to lick the moisture off of me though I was still catching my breath so I then looked down at him picking himself up to pull me close to him and macking on my lips biting my bottom lip. I tugged the band of his sweatpants, dropping them to the ground.

Crawling off the desk falling to the floor, I rested my cheek on his rough and hard cock inside his undergarments, I sifted his dick from his boxers holding it to my lips. I taunted Chris by playing with his slit, dragging the tip of my tongue along it as he kissed his teeth.

I began to swirl my tongue against his shaft gazing up at him to see his expression of pleasure; lips slightly separated, eyes slipping close, enjoying the sensation. “Baby please, I need it”

I let my saliva slip onto his cock putting it into my mouth, bobbing my head while rotating. I held his balls in my left hand massaging them and jerking the end of his length with the other.

Chokin’, spit in her mouth she want more, oh yeah

“Split those lips” Popping my lips off, I left my mouth wide open for Chris to spit in mouth, catch it, I mixed our saliva, I sucked Chris off methodically and his whimpers got louder, turning into moans ringing in my ears causing my arousal to rise.

“Your mouth feels so good mama, I-I can’t wait to dive into y-your pussy”

Shit I couldn’t wait either

He was put in a trance by the bliss he was experiencing resulting with his eyes rolling back aggressively withering to stay open. “You know what you’re doing to me baby” He gripped my head to stay in the position I was in to swallow his cum, he finally finished and I let go, detaching from his length.

“Lemme feel you mama” Chris lifted me up and latched onto him, our naked bodies hugging and complimented each other, his pale and light skin, with my darker caramel skin tone. He placed me on the bed, ever so carefully, caressing my soft, warm skin.

Aligning his dick with my pussy being at my eye level, he was holding my hips slowly entering me never breaking the eye contact. I was stretched out by Chris’ girthed cock and being in pain as he stopped before I allowed him to move into to me.

Slipping out he spit directly on his length and he slid within me “Holy shittt, you’re so— warm and tight baby” He cut his word, moaning straight in my ear.

Tell me you was freak, didn’t know you was that way

Chris’ thrusts were laboured but deep and his cock grazed against my insides, feeling filled up with his inches “Yes Chris yes, fuck yeah, don’t stop please” Everything hit me at once, his cock touching my g-spot, our fast paced breathes and the slick sweat building between our skin.

“Tell me how much I make you feel good mama” I was dickmatized, completely unaware of to everything but his movements “So good Chris, so fucking good” Our skin-smacked together sending clapping noises bouncing off the walls, he lands his lips on out of satisfaction.

“Chris keeping fucking meee, i’m gonna cumm” I felt the knots in my stomach begin to twist and I suppressed the feeling. “Cum for me baby, show me how good I make you feel”

“Hah—SHIT!” My rolled back without warning and legs started twitching as Chris supported body after pulling out to cum over my belly.

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[bkgml]

Thinking about touch starved!reader x bakugou

love your writing<3

super super cute! i’m very touch starved so this will be extremely self indulgent lol.

katsuki knew your love language was physical touch. he was reminded every day.

in the car when you would drag your fingers up and down his arm until he would give you what you want and hold your hand or thigh.

in bed when you’d cling to him in every possible way, wrapping your arms around his larger arm tight, laying yourself completely over top of him, manoeuvring him until his face was buried in your stomach.

you just needed his touch to get through the day sometimes. you know, off days.

like today.

you sat through half your classes feeling kinda meh. finding it hard to get through the lesson without thinking about a nice bear hug from your boyfriend.

you almost took a nap the period before lunch but katsuki texted you halfway through.

suki: does mic ever shut the fuck up? just let us get to work already.

you: yeah. what are we doing for lunch??

suki: not sure yet, made you a bento though.

he watches you smile from across the room before mic asks you a question and you pocket your phone.

he can tell what you want. after all, what kind of boyfriend would he be if he’s completely oblivious?

*lunch*

you’re packing up your things when you feel a presence behind you.

he kicks your shoes.

“we’re going to get an ass seat in the cafeteria.”

you pack quicker.

“sorry.”

you put your bag on and cling to his arm, cheek against his bicep.

“come on, leech.”

you laugh softly.

katsuki doesn’t mind pda, he just personally prefers not to initiate it.

the two of you make it to the cafeteria and sit with the rest of your friends.

“yn! come sit on my side!” mina calls to you.

you cling closer to katsuki and he glares at the rest of the table.

they get the hint and make room for two on mina’s side.

now you sit with mina and bakugou on either side of you.

“yn, look at this video.” mina says shoving her phone between you and your lunch.

“let her eat, raccoon.” katsuki frowns.

mina easily switches her attention to show kirishima instead.

“i’m tired, kats.” you speak up while playing with his fingers.

he looks at you while wishing the two of you could ditch school and go take a nap.

but if he indulges you now, you’ll be even more tired later.

“eat somethin. i worked hard on this meal.” he nudges you and takes his hand away so you can replace it with your chopsticks.

you grab them but frown up at him.

he gives you what you want once again and places his hand on your thigh, thumb soothing your skin.

you give him a small smile and start eating.

*next class*

“i don’t wanna go.” you frown, tightening your iron grip on his arm.

he sighs and grabs your hand, pulling you into the nearest janitors closet.

you look at him confused before he opens his arms.

“don’t want to be one of those couples.” he smiles softly.

you grin and jump into his arms, allowing yourself to get crushed by his big beefy arms.

you look up at him with adoration in your eyes.

“kiss.” you smile.

he leans down to give you kisses all over your face and lips.

the two of you stay there until the bell rings and he’s forced to let go.

you smile sadly and peck his lips.

“my dorm, after school.” he says softly.

you grin and nod enthusiastically, hugging him one last time.

*after school*

he walks you to your dorm.

“go change. meet me in my room, k?” you nod and head inside.

when you arrive you don’t bother knocking and see him in his bed ready for you.

you shut the door and jump into bed with him.

“missed you.” you smile, while straddling his waist.

“so needy.” he grins, cockily.

you lean forward, forearms on either side of his head.

“you love when i get like this.” you say, pecking his lips.

“mhm.” he smiles, rolling you over to your side.

he opens his arms and you shuffle between them, legs intertwined.

he threads his fingers through your hair, placing kisses to the crown of your head.

“sleep, sweets.” he says while he listens to your breathing even out.

he tightens his hold on you before closing his eyes and drifting off.

[meowlod]

furina x fem!reader | comforting your girlfriend.

(angst + alot of comfort, fluff, hugs and kisses) god i think im going to cry again.

“Ma chérie, where are you?“ You yell out to Furina, whos nowhere to be seen in the pretty house she lives in recently. Looking around and trying your best to find your girlfriend, you see her hat on the ground, and a bunch of pieces of her hair next to it, making you even more concerned. You run outside at the dark night to search for her, because there is a chance she could be outside. No birds chipping, no human talking, no one is outside as you walk around. Until you stop to hear a couple of familiar quiet whimpers and sobs nearby, possibly Furina crying. You run to the place where you hear the sad noises, only to see Furina sitting on the grass alone, her hair short from cutting them, darker clothes, hugging her own knees as she doesn't notice you until from your concerned voice. “H-huh…?“ You run towards her to crouch down, sitting next to her and giving her a tight hug, making her sobs quiet down, but not stopping as she slowly wraps her own arms around your body, burying her messy face into your shoulder, continuing to sob. “F-furina..! Why are you— are you okay? please don't cry, you know i hate seeing you cry..just, please..its okay, everything is okay..“ You tell her, patting her head and caressing her hair, trying everything to calm her down. “I'm sorry..i'm sorry…i don't want you to see me like this..“ she mumbles into your shoulder, making your heart break while you're slowly starting to tear up yourself. “Shh..shh..tout va bien…it's okay..i'm here for you, i love you, and you should remember that.“ Your own tears falling down from your eyes, you hug Furina more tighter, rubbing her back gently back and forth to comfort her. “R-really..?“ “Really. And it's a promise. I will never leave you, even if i'm on the edge of dying.“ From the answer she got, her eyes widen, making her eyes water once again. “No! No, no..don't say you will die! You will live with me, forever..please…“ Hearing her voice break, you sigh and let out a small laugh, giving her a kiss on the cheek a couple times. “I'm sorry, so sorry, really. I won't die, i will live forever with you, live a happy life and it's a promise.“ “…Promise?“ she looks at you with those pretty puppy eyes of hers, making your heart melt from the cuteness. “Pinky promise. Now, do you wanna make some macarons with me? Hah..i remember when we both tried, but the kitchen was so messy..“ She wipes her tears away and smiles, scoffing playfully. “…Hmph, but it was your fault, you couldn't cook!” You laugh at her pretty face, giving her a kiss on the lips to show her more affection. “Oh, really? But i saw you accidentally dropping the bowl of the egg whites we were gonna use for the macarons, making the floor all mes—“ “TCH. Thats not true! Are you seriously saying all this only to make me feel ashamed?! Oh come on, please, just spare me some sympathy..“ She whines and playfully slaps your shoulder. ”Pff— pfft..fine. Then we should just stick to buying macarons, and go shopping together, even get your favourite desserts, okay? We will try again in 2 days.“ She smiles and kisses your lips before standing up, taking your hand and running through Fontaine, to her house. “Tomorrow, you're gonna buy me all the desserts and macarons, my love..oh, i've been thinking about so much…we should get married someday.” “Is my lovely Furina already thinking of a marriage? How cute.“ “Tsk..no- well, maybe- but- ugh, stop messing with me! …yes, yes! I want to marry you, okay?! I just love you alot, you take care of me, help me with my insecurities..i've never had such a sweet and pretty person such like you care for me. I trust you so much.“ “Flirty now, are we? Haha, i love you too, my sweet.“ “…Hehe. I love you too, ma chérie. Now, can we go home and cuddle together? Yawn…huh…i feel so tired.“ She clings onto your arm as you both walk home together, to cuddle with eachother and start a new day tomorrow.

[kitthepurplepotato]

Chapter 6 - The man in Inko’s house.

Summary: Izuku want to see his mom but he finds another man in her house instead. Also, Izuku forgets to wear a shirt to sleep.

Warnings: Izuku in his underwear, no actual suggestive content this time but there are some suggestive thoughts in there (obviously😂), swear words

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“Tadaima.” Izuku mutters into your ear while he gives you a tight hug. He just came home from his last shift for the week. He’s yours for two whole days from now on, and it feels like a dream.

“I missed you.” You mutter back, your face flushed from the excitement. “I can’t wait to wake up next to you and cuddle. Then I wanna use the hot tub together…”

“Uhm, about that…” Izuku scratches the back of his head sheepishly. Oh no.

“If you tell me you are working tomorrow I swear to god I’ll cry.” You retort angrily, your arms snaking around Izuku’s middle possessively. By the look of it, Izuku really likes your new possessive side; his eyes darken as he buries his fingers in your hair, scratching your scalp to soothe your sudden anger.

“Definitely not, but… can we go to see Mom? I really miss her. Then the day after that we can… uhm… have the full day for ourselves. Just you and me. And All Meowt. And the hot tub.” Izuku’s face is slightly flushed as he says the last sentence but you can feel his excitement when his eyes shine in that adorable way it usually does when he talks about his favorite things and current obsessions, like that new new anime about the most popular girl falling in love with a random nerd. He’s absolutely obsessed with that shit, bless his little romantic ass. “I also want to formally introduce you to her. As my… my… girlfriend…” Izuku smiles shyly, his voice full of giddiness.

“Hmm…” You try to tease him, but his puppy eyes are too powerful. You have no idea how can he make such an adorable face and how can he still have baby fat on his face at his age. You can’t help yourself; you touch the soft skin, slowly stroking up and down then back up until you reach his freckles, connecting the dots with your finger, taking in the sight of them as counting them would be impossible. “Have I told you how much I adore your cheeks?” You mutter as you leave a tiny kiss on the most freckled part of his skin. “And your eyes… you are so handsome, I can’t say no to this face.”

“Says the most beautiful girl with the sweetest smile.” Izuku mumbles with his eyes downcast which makes him look like a shy school boy confessing to his first love and it’s the cutest fucking thing the world has ever seen.

Okay, this needs to stop. It’s literally past midnight and Izuku haven’t showered yet.

FOCUS.

“I’ll wait for you in bed.” You leave one tiny kiss on the greenette’s cheek and sneak out of the embrace, your steps quick as you walk towards the bedroom; you can hear Katsuki yelling “just fuck already”, loud and clear in your head but while you would absolutely love to finally have him to yourself, it’s kinda fun to tiptoe around each other; there is something about Izuku’s shyness, about the way all his touches scream innocence that makes your heart flutter and you are honestly not ready to say goodbye to that.

It doesn’t take Izuku too long to snuggle up to your back as he always does but the first thing you realize is that… he’s still kind of wet. Not too much, just the way the person skin’s feels like when they get out of the shower… wait.

Skin. Your naked shoulders are touching skin. Izuku senses how your shoulders tense and moves away from you; you murmur a silent “fuck” under your nose for being so weird about the situation, but hell, give the girl a warning, will ya?!

“Sorry, I forgot to bring a shirt with me and I’m too tired to get one but if it makes you uncomfortable…”

You hate the hesitation in Izuku’s voice.

“No, I was just surprised, it’s fine. Come back, I’m cold.” You turn to your other side, snuggling into the man’s pecks, silently thanking all the gods that it’s dark as your face is probably more red than a lobster’s. Your heart skips a beat as Izuku pulls your closer, his body flush against yours; your pajama top rode up in the motion so there is so much skin-to-skin right now your brain is about to combust. You can feel his abs through your belly; they are hard and sturdy but the skin is really soft, much softer than you’ve expected it to be; he doesn’t get many scars around that area thanks to the reinforced bullet and shockproof vest he wears under his hero costume. You have a really strong urge to feel it with your fingers, find every dip, every crevice until you remember them all even with your eyes closed but Izuku had a hard week and he’s probably tired to the bone so you decide to hide your face in his neck instead, snuggling into his warmth until you become a putty in each other’s arms.

“We should do this more often.” You murmur into his neck; you can feel him shivering as your hot breath licks his skin.

“Sweet Pea, I won’t be able to sleep if you keep doing that.” Izuku mutters shyly, his words followed by a pleased sigh.

“You haven’t slept for a week Izu, I’m quite sure you’ll manage.” You giggle but you roll back to your original position to let him have his peace tonight. Izuku doesn’t wait long before he pulls you back to him; after a few seconds his breathing evens out and he’s out like a light.

He must’ve been even more exhausted than I thought - you think to yourself as you slowly follow him to dreamland, his warmth seeping into your bones through your light pajama top.

~•🥦•~

Things you are not ready for at 9 in the morning:

- Izuku’s absolutely beautiful sleeping face.

- Izuku’s washboard abs glistering in the sunlight as he somehow manages to kick the covers off himself.

- Izuku still in bed, at 9AM. End of sentence.

Oh, and how can you forget the most important thing….

- The top of Izuku’s broccoli tattoo sticking out of his tight boxers as his gorgeous abs glisten in the sunlight at 9AM on a Saturday morning.

Izuku’s nose scrunches adorably as though somehow, he’s able to feel your eyes on him; he shifts to a new position and sighs contentedly, his hand reaching out to find you in his sleep; you sat down during your inner monologue so the only thing he could find was your upper thigh. He grabs the warm limb anyway, his face scrunched up in concentration as he’s trying to figure out what is he touching. You are half embarrassed and half amused, a tiny giggle leaves your mouth as Izuku tickles you by accident. His hand wonders around again, this time to your inner thigh and that’s when you whimper; Izuku opens his eyes to see what’s wrong and he pulls back his hand right away like your skin just burned him.

“Uhm… good… morning.” Izuku mutters, his face hidden in the pillow. Somehow, it sounded like an apology but you are glad he didn’t actually apologize; he has no reason to do so and you really want him to get to a point one day when he doesn’t feel the urge to say sorry for doing things he enjoys to do. For instance, every time his kisses get a bit rough, he apologizes, like it’s not the most normal thing in the world to get a bit unhinged while you kiss your loved one. He also says sorry when he accidentally touches the side of your… well… bosom. Or your bottom.

Okay, you can kinda understand the last two as you two haven’t really done anything too cheeky yet and Izuku wants to make sure he has your consent before doing any of that, but you would be happier if he would just ask you if he can instead of running away like a 30 year old virgin every time his finger touches a bouncy area.

Okay, how did you end up thinking about that?

Ahh, probably from the sight of his own, juicy ass in those tight black boxers.

… focus, woman.

“Really good morning indeed.” You look at Izuku’s god-like, half naked body; damn, those back muscles are (also) something else. You can’t wait to be able to ask about every single scar covering his body; there is a lot, some of them massive and brownish red - probably old burn marks while some of them are long, white and thin, almost elegant compared to the violent claw marks on his side. Some people might be put off by all the damaged skin, but honestly, they just make Izuku even more handsome in your eyes; they are the proof that Deku is a hero, a proof that he would do anything to save the innocent, to protect his city and it’s people. His back is like an abstract painting sitting in a museum; some people look at it and think “this makes no sense” but those who understand get teary eyed from all the emotions, of all the stories hidden behind the random lines of the canvas.

“Let’s… uhm… get ready. Yeah.” Izuku shuffles off the bed with a red face and you can’t help but giggle at Izuku’s awkwardness.

~•🥦•~

“So… this is it.” Izuku parks in front of a small, adorable house, right next to a small forest. You lived in Tokyo for god knows how long yet you didn’t know there was a place like this in the area; well, it’s quite far from the center to be fair and you never really felt the urge to sit on the train and go around the main city, so it makes a lot of sense. “It’s a small house, but mom didn’t want a bigger one. She said it would be too empty without me.” Izuku sighs, still affected by his mother’s bittersweet words. He’s such a mama’s boy!

“That’s so sweet.” You mutter, a little bit anxious about being here; you know there is no need for you to be stressed about today but it’s still a big step in your relationship, so of course it will affect you.

“Come on, mom will be so happy to see us!” He grabs your hand and pulls you towards the entrance, fingers intertwined as he opens the door and barges in without a single knock.

Well… Izuku clearly forgot to tell his mother that he’s coming over.

How do you know that? Because there is another man in her house. The man’s hair is blonde and messy, body skinny and fragile, a little bit unhealthy from the distance but there is a slight, healthy blush on his face which tells you he’s probably fine. His face is really kind and he was cleaning the leaves of a massive money plant when you two barged in so he’s clearly not a weirdo which makes you extremely happy because you would definitely have a few words with him otherwise. No one plays around with the innocent, naive Inko. No one.

The man looks extremely surprised first but then his face changes into a happy grin as he looks Izuku up and down with a proud smile.

“Midoriya-shounen!” The older man hops over to you two and hugs Izuku tightly. That nickname rings a bell.

“All Might!”

Wait.

Okay, wait.

No fucking way.

“All Might?!” You mutter incredulously. The blond man just smiles at you awkwardly like he’s a little bit ashamed of being outed this way but wants to make a good first impression anyway. “I’m sorry I didn’t mean to be rude or anything…”

“It’s all fine, my darling. Everyone reacts like that. You must be the famous Sweet Pea, I’m so happy to finally meet you in person.”

All Might has the kindest smile. It literally brings sunshine into the already bright house.

“Izuku, All Might is in your mom’s house!” You mutter under your nose while you ignore the world around you for a few minutes; it’s extremely hard not to freak out over the fact that you’ve just met Japan’s biggest hero - you are a nerd after all.

“Oh, yeah, why are you in mom’s house?” It seems like Izuku didn’t even realize he’s not supposed be here in the first place, he was so excited to meet his father figure again. He’s so fucking precious.

“Oh, well… my mansion was a bit too empty for the little old me, so I… moved here?”

Izuku almost chokes on her saliva while you can’t stop gawking at the blond man in front of you.

Well… that’s… an interesting plot twist.

“You are my mom’s roommate?!” Izuku yelps and you can’t help but sigh at that.

Two middle aged people sharing a house as “roommates”? You’ve never heard such a bullshit. Is Inko dating All Might?! Is that why she kept this a secret from his son even though they talk on the phone every week for literal hours?

“Inko wanted it to be a surprise, so… surprise?” All Might still talks to Izuku like he’s 15, making over-exaggerated facial expressions and you can see on Izuku’s face that he’s back to being a young boy, shy and nerdy, craving the love of a father he never had.

The whole situation might be considered weird from an outsider perspective but somehow… it just works. This family is special; they love with their whole heart, platonic or not and Inko letting his son’s role model to live in her house so he doesn’t get too lonely is such a Midoriya-thing to do that you are not even that surprised.

“I’m really happy.” Izuku mutters, tears welling up in his eyes as he hugs the thin man again. “I’m really happy, dad.”

“My boy…”

Aaaand… everyone is crying.

If this would be a fanfiction, this would be the perfect time to end this chapter as the emotions are so strong, the reader probably needs to take a breather.

“To be continued.” You giggle to yourself as you look around the house to find the missing piece; Inko, who’s hiding behind the bathroom door, crying a river as she takes the beautiful sight in front of her.

… Next Chapter!

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Potato ramble:

- Bro I have a confession to make: I ship All Might and Inko more than I ship anyone else in this anime. I have no idea why.

- I went to a garden center and bought a plant plushie. It reminded me of the first few chapters of this story when Deku was proud of not killing a plant, but the plant was fake so I named him Deku. 😂

- Some bad news for next week: I’m taking a break for 1 week. Life has been a bit hectic around me; I went back to full-time after being a part timer for a year due to mental health issues (it’s really not as bad as it sounds I swear.), Christmas in retail sucks and it sucks even more when you work in the busiest store in the area and I also got some worrisome news from my doctor which triggered my old anxiety and I kinda need some time to sort my shit out. I already know I won’t have time to write both of my series this week and I don’t want to ruin my upcoming birthday by forcing myself to edit and write that day, but that’s the only day I’m at home this week. So yeah, I’ll be back in two weeks! Maybe even sooner, we will see how it goes.

- Have a lovely week, guys! 💜 Tell me your thoughts! 🥦

TL:  @sixxze @mily-moo @aei-sedai-moiraine @aymasakusa @kastuari @kenzie-deadly @shiviwrites07 @lukerycyja-reblogs @cloroxisadelectabletreat @coffeent @kisskissshutmydoor @bobcar1 @yazminetrahan @cringefan @ronimacaroni77 @thekookiecorner @dangerousluv1 @emperatris-rinaka @shotos-angelic-whore @angelsdemonsmonsters @norvacaine @rei165 @unofficialmuilover @yao-ai @garfieldthomas @porusuniverse @stickygumchewer

[dotster001]

The Other Shrimp

Summary: Floyd x gn!reader You go to Floyd's highschool reunion and meet his ex, who happens to be a shrimp mer.

Cw: I'm spreading my bisexual Floyd Propaganda and no one can stop me! Also, reader is referred to as tiny by Floyd, but I hc he's ginormous in his mer form, so do with that what you will.

Floyd had made you come to his high school reunion. In his words, "I want to show off that I captured the best Shrimpy in the entire world."

While you weren't sure if you appreciated agreeing to date him being referred to as him "capturing you", you appreciated the sentiment. So after receiving a potion that would allow you to breathe underwater for the three day trip, you were now in an underwater venue surrounded by merpeople of all shapes and colors.

You'd left Floyd momentarily to grab a snack from a table. When you turned around, you saw a gorgeous mermaid hugging him, and running her hands up and down his arms.

She had orange hair, and two long white antennae that would have blended with her hair if they were an inch shorter. Her lips were orange and her skin was a blushy pink. Along her torso and arms were orange stripes, leading to an orange tail. She shone like the sun, and you were immediately upset that she was touching your boyfriend.

You swam over to them, snack in hand, and Floyd's eyes lit up when he saw you. Good, he was bored with her. 

"Shrimpy!" He giggled, pulling you into his side. "What took you so long, I was getting bored." He pouted.

"Oh!" She said brightly. "Are you a shrimp mer too? I'm a banded coral, what are you dear?" 

"Nope, shrimpy is my human. But," Floyd wrapped his tail and arms around you and gave a light squeeze. "Look how tiny they are!"

"Floyd," you wheezed as he squeezed tighter.

"Here let me help you," the mer said, extricating you from your again pouty boyfriend. "Believe me, I know just as well as you how tight Floyd's grip can be. Why, when we were dating…"

"Huh?" You choked.

"That was so long ago, let's talk about something fun!" Floyd sighed. 

"Some things never change," she laughed, playfully hitting his arm. You wanted to tell her to keep her mitts off your man, but you didn't want Floyd to think you were unreasonable. Luckily for you…

"Shrimpy, I wanna go back to the hotel and squeeze you," Floyd "whispered", wrapping himself around you again. "I'm not feeling this party anymore."

So with as polite of a goodbye as you could manage, you both left the party.

                                      ….

You were back in your room with Floyd wrapped tightly around you, and you were still thinking about that mermaid.

"Shrimpy, your worrying is ruining my squeeze time. What's wrong?" 

You hadn't realized you'd been that transparent. Then again, Floyd was exceedingly insightful when it came to those he cared about.

"How long did you date her?"

"Who?"

"That coral banded shrimp mermaid," you said nervously. 

He looked at you, confused, and said, "About a month. She wanted to get at her parents by dating someone "dangerous and risky" and I thought she was squishy. So that's that."

"Why'd you break up?"

"Cause I got boooooooored that's why. I didn't love her," he rubbed his face against you with a playful smile on his face. "But I looooooooove my Y/N." 

His face turned stormy for a moment, and he said, "So don't even think about breaking up with me, or I'll have to turn you into a real shrimp."

You giggled, "I won't break up with you Floyd."

"Good," he changed positions so he could flop on top of you. "Why are you asking about her?" Then he got a wicked smile on his face, and burst out laughing. "Wait, you're jealous, aren't you?"

"I am not," you pouted.

"Yes you are! You're so silly, Shrimpy. You're jealous of someone I dated for only a month, but you're fine with me hanging out with goldfishie? You're hilarious, I love you so much," he buried his face in your neck, still giggling.

"Look, I know it's silly, but she was so beautiful, and her voice was like listening to an angel chorus, and she's a mermaid, and an actual shrimp, so I was…"

"Shrimpy," he propped himself up on his forearms so he could hover over you. "Y/N. I love you. Not anyone else. Not someone I used to date. You. And that's never gonna change. You know why?"

"Don't say because I captu…."

"Because I captured you!" He leaned down and kissed you softly, then lowered himself to cup your face. "And I'm not gonna let you go."

You felt relief fill you, and initiated your own kiss. Then it hit you.

"Wait, what do you mean I'm 'fine with you hanging out with goldfishie'?"

....

Tag list: @shytastemakerthing

[wndaswife]

Hey:) could u pleaseee write a Subspace fic with soft!mommy!wanda and puppy!reader that are just so inlove with eachother, with overstim, a lil bit of petplay, and anything else you wanna add! Some aftercare at the end for extra softness:)

wanda maximoff & fem!reader

tags: smut, fluff, praise, cum-filled strap-ons, petplay, overstimulation, breeding kink, dom!wanda maximoff, sub!reader. MINORS DNI.

word count: 1265

“Mama, mama, mama!” you exclaim excitedly, running down the hallway to the living room where Wanda is sitting. You find her on the couch and flop down in her lap.

She lets out a dramatic huff when you jump into her lap. “Baby, you’re so strong!” she says. She leans forward and scruffles up your hair with both hands.

“Thank you, mama,” you reply with a giggle. You bury your face in her stomach and then climb up her body to sit in her lap, bouncing excitedly. “Guess what baby found?”

Wanda hums and pretends to think long and hard. “A new puppy?” she feigns a guess.

You pout immediately at that. “I’m puppy,” you protest, your bottom lip sticking out. Wanda chuckles and nips at the tip of your nose.

“I know,” she says. “Mommy’s just joking.” She wraps her arms around your waist and moves you side to side on her lap. “Tell me, what did baby find?”

A grin forms on your face again and you reach back to pull out a frilly pink collar. Bells are attached to them and a big bow decorates the middle of it right above the centre of your collarbone. In the middle of the bow, a pink heart with ‘Mommy’s Girl’ is written in the middle in gold cursive. “Look, mama. The very first collar you bought for me,” you gloat excitedly and dangle the collar in front of her.

Wanda’s eyes widen and she takes the collar from your hand. “Wow, sweetheart, it is,” she muses. She shakes the collar so the bells on it jingle. She watches your face as you stare intently at the collar, eyes practically glowing in delight. Wanda laughs before brushing your hair from your shoulders. She unfastens the collar and wraps it around your neck. “Tell mommy when it’s too tight, okay, princess?”

You nod and Wanda slowly fastens the collar around your neck, her eyes flickering between the collar and up at your face the entire time to make sure she wasn’t making you uncomfortable. “Okay, mama, that’s perfect,” you tell her and Wanda loops the edge of the collar under its buckle.

“Oh, puppy, you look so pretty,” Wanda admires and pulls back to look at you. Her hands run up and down your sides as you bounce her lap proudly, bells of your collar jingling with your every moment. “Baby wants to play, does she?” You nod quickly. Wanda grins and she pulls you down to her with her hands still around your waist.

Your lips meet with hers and Wanda moves you off of her, laying you down onto the couch. She fingers at your collar playfully as she kisses your cheek repeatedly.

“We’ve come so far, haven’t we?” Wanda asks, looking down at you with a proud smile. It makes you all warm inside, the soft smile on mommy’s pretty lips just for you and no one else. You nod in silent agreement. Her finger hooks under your collar and she tugs lightly. “I remember when we went shopping for your first collar together, how cute you looked when I put one on you for the first time.” The tips of her fingers dance across your face softly, down the bridge of your nose and across your lips.

“You’re so pretty, puppy,” Wanda whispers. “I love you so much. I want so many more firsts like this,” she tells you and flicks at one of the bells on your collar.

You hug Wanda tightly. “I love you too, mommy. My life is made of memories with you, and I want that forever,” you confess as you bury your face in her neck.

“If that is what you want, you shall have it,” Wanda replies and detaches you from her neck to look into your eyes and kiss the space between your eyebrows. She unzips her pants and pulls out her strap from beyond her panties. Most days, you prance around the house in nothing else but a shirt and panties that Wanda chose for you in the morning. She loves the easy access to you, seeing your pretty pebbled nipples through your shirt and having to do nothing but pull your panties to the side to have access to your pussy.

She presses the tip of her cock against your clothed cunt, then down to your hole until you start begging for her to fuck you. Wanda thrusts her strap into your hole and you arch up into her.

“Mama, feels so good,” you pant out repeatedly as Wanda continues to fuck into you. She hooks an arm under your knees and pushes them back against your chest so you were nothing more than a balled-up fucktoy. Her cock didn’t slip out from around your tight walls until she made you finish four times over and you’ve begun pushing at her chest, trying to get her to stop because of how sensitive your clit was getting.

She presses her forehead against yours and the two of you pant into each other’s mouths. Wanda grunts, “Mommy’s going to fill you up with her pups until you’re just my pathetic little breeding slave. You’d like that, honey, wouldn’t you?”

You screw your eyes shut, trying your hardest to let Wanda continue to fuck into you like the good girl you are. “I would like that, mama,” you reply with a shaky nod. Your mind is overtaken with fuzzy-feeling sparkles that tingle throughout your entire body. It makes you all giddy.

Wanda captures your lips with hers as she finally pumps the cum from her cock into your pussy. She loosens her grip on it to slip out of you. “Come here. Swallow mommy’s yummy seed,” she says and you listen. You get on your knees, Wanda’s cum oozing out of your hole as you did, and open your mouth. Wanda slides her strap into your mouth and pumps the rest of her cum into your mouth.

She strokes your cheek with the back of her fingers, proudly watching you swallow her cum. When she slips out, you open your mouth and show her the sticky white cum coating your tongue, its strings connecting it to the roof of your mouth.

Wanda pinches the tip of your nose in admiration. “That’s my obedient baby. You can swallow.” You do as she says and open your mouth again to show her you’ve swallowed it all. She leans down and kisses you. “Now, let’s get puppy up to the bath to get all clean.”

You take Wanda’s hand with both of yours and she leads you upstairs. With the way you trail behind her excitedly, you might as well have had a little tail to wag behind you.

Soon, you're laying in a bubble bath with Wanda as she washes your body. You play with the duckies in the bath while she then washes at your hair. She utters sweet things about how pretty and obedient you are and you turn around in her hold so you can lay your head against her chest.

"Love you, mama," you mutter against her wet skin, dragging piles of bubbles onto her breasts and drawing lazy shapes on them.

"I love you too, angel."

You repeat it over and over during the next twenty minutes of your bath as a result of you simply forgetting that you told mommy you loved her not more than two minutes ago. But Wanda doesn't correct you. She just smiles and plays with your wet hair as you tell her how much you love her repeatedly.

[bunting27]

congrats on 100! can you please do 1 and 20 from the fluff prompts with quinny hughes? thank you!

stay here forever ✏︎ q. hughes

bunting27's 100 follower celly !

a/n: sleepy quinn >>

prompts: “your hands are warm” “why can’t we stay here forever?”

wc: 0.5k

taglist: @kenanlotus0 @sidcrosbyspuck

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when she felt quinn come back into bed at almost six in the morning, she turned over and hugged onto him. upon contact, she felt how cold his skin was, and when she opened her eyes he looked miserable.

since that wasn’t entirely uncommon for him, she giggled and gave him a kiss on the cheek, feeling him smile against her and his arms loop tight around her waist.

“you’re freezing, quinny” he hummed, putting his hands under her shirt and chuckling as she jolted at the feeling of his cold hands against her.

“i was getting a glass of water and petey managed to drag me on his morning run. it’s like five degrees out and he didn’t let me grab a sweater. and he still wants me to go to the gym with him since we’re off today” he grumbled the last part, burying his face into her shoulder and wishing he could just go back to sleep and spend his day off with her.

she kissed his forehead, cupping his face and he hummed contently into the crook of her neck. 

“your hands are warm” he sighed, reveling in the feeling of her hands now in his hair and smoothing up and down his back. 

he decided he would ignore elias’ comment telling him to make sure not to fall back asleep, just change, say goodbye and get going. instead he leaned into her touch and buried the both of them in their covers. elias would just leave without him, right?

wrong.

his eyes were half shut and he was just about to fall back asleep, content as could be in the arms of his warm, welcoming girlfriend. then there was a knock on the bedroom door, followed by elias’ voice telling him to hurry up.

quinn whined dramatically into her shoulder and pulled her closer to him, squeezing around her waist and pouting.

“why can’t we stay here forever?” she chuckled, moving her hands away from him causing him to physically pull back, an offended look on his face. he then nestled himself back in, grabbed her hands and placed them back in his hair and on his back.

“i have an idea but it might get us some grossed out looks at dinner tonight” he hummed, nodding to give her the go ahead.

“don’t care. wanna stay here with my girl until work tomorrow” she smiled and cleared her throat, calling elias’ name and waiting for him to respond.

“we have our own.. workout going on right now. can you let this one slide?” she pursed her lips, waiting for a second before she heard a quiet ‘ew’ from the other side of the door, followed shortly by elias leaving and slamming the door behind him.

“you’re perfect, thank you” quinn mumbled sleepily, adjusting so he was essentially laying on top of her with his face hidden and their limbs tangled.

she giggled, scratching softly at his scalp. “i love you, baby”

“i love you too, huggy. get some sleep”

[diazsdimples]

Fuck It Friday

Good afternoon! It's technically Saturday here but shhhh! We've got a small continuation of Eddie and Buck post Shannon's death in Single Dad au today! Pls enjoy

Tagged by @cal-daisies-and-briars @watchyourbuck @steadfastsaturnsrings @daffi-990 @hippolotamus and @wikiangela thank you my friends!!

Eddie looks like shit.

It’s obvious he’s been crying; his eyes are red-rimmed and puffy, and he’s got that kind of far away, glazed look in his eyes of someone who’s not all quite there. He’s got a hand on Christopher’s shoulder and Buck can tell from the way his knuckles are white, that he’s clutching onto Christopher for dear life.

And Christopher, man, the kid looks so small next to his father. He looks scared and confused, like he’s not entirely sure how they ended up at Buck’s place and Buck reckons the kid is just here for the ride. He looks not dissimilar to Carrie did 5 years ago and Buck’s throat constricts painfully at the memory.

“Hey,” he says softly, letting go of Carrie’s hand to place it on Eddie’s shoulder and squeeze tight.

“Hey,” Eddie replies. His voice sound far away, like an echo.

Buck steps back, letting them through the door, and bends to help Christopher out of his shoes because Eddie’s just standing there swaying lightly as if there’s a breeze. Buck gets it, he really does.

“Carrie,” he says softly, drawing his daughter and Christopher close to him, “why don’t you take Chris into your room. You can show him your new Switch game?”

Carrie shakes her head and takes Chris’s hand, squeezing it quickly before gesturing for him to follow. “I wanna show him Momma.”

Buck’s heart clenches, but he lets them go, watching as Carrie guides Christopher to the backyard, keeping her hand between his shoulders as they walk. He hears Eddie let out a breath and looks up just in time to see him slump forwards.

Buck stands up quickly and grabs Eddie, pulling him into his arms and holding him so tight he worries he’s going to break a bone.

“Hey, hey it’s okay, I’m here. I’ve got you.”

Eddie lets out a strangled noise as he buries his face in Buck’s neck, his body shaking as he sobs. Buck lets him cry. He holds him, one hand pressing into the small of his back as the other cups his neck, and he sways the two back and forth.

Eddie pulls away after a few minutes, sniffing loudly, a horrible, snotty noise. “I’m sorry,” he chokes, wiping his eyes with the back of his hand, “I should be better.”

“Eddie,” Buck says softly, clasping his shoulder and angling his head so Eddie has no choice but to look him in the eyes. “Your wife just died. You don’t need to be anything right now.”

At that moment, Lily, having initially followed her sister and Chris into the backyard, came padding quietly towards Buck and Eddie and reached up to tug on Eddie’s pants.

“Eddie?”

Eddie looked down and gave her a watery smile. “Yes, mi princesa?”

Lily holds her arms up, giving him a small taster of her puppy eyes that have caused Buck to fold like a deck chair a number of time. “Hug?”

Eddie chokes out a laugh between sobs and lifts her into his arms, sighing heavily as Lily settles her head on his shoulder and threads her fingers through the short hairs on the nape of his neck. Usually she does this to calm herself down but today, Buck can see his daughter is trying to bring Eddie a semblance of the comfort she gets from his hugs.

“You’re sad, Eddie?” Lily asks quietly.

Eddie nods, swallowing hard. “Yeah, baby, I’m sad.” He cups the back of her head with his hand, running his fingers through her long, blonde curls, and sways them back and forth, almost in a little dance.

“Daddy says we need to make you feel better. Do hugs make you feel better?”

This time Eddie’s laugh is more genuine. “Hugs always make me feel better. Do you think we should get your Daddy in here?”

Lily perks up at this idea immediately and lifts her head off his shoulder, holding her arm out for Buck to join.

“Come on, Daddy!” she insists, making grabby hands towards him and Eddie, the fucker, with his watery eyes and snotty nose, grins and opens his arm for Buck too.

“Yeah, Daddy, come on.”

With a playful eyeroll, Buck steps into Eddie and his daughter’s embrace, holding them both tight. It’s a little awkward at first, trying to juggle Lily so she’s not being squashed between the two men, but eventually they get there with Lily sitting on Eddie’s hip, one arm around Buck’s neck and the other around Eddie’s, and her forehead resting against Buck’s as she pulls him closer. Buck’s nose brushes Eddie’s ear as he lays his head on Buck’s shoulder.

No pressure tagging @housewifebuck @thewolvesof1998 @disasterbuckdiaz @theotherbuckley @wildlife4life @spotsandsocks @jesuisici33 @callmenewbie @bucksbackwardcap @theplaceyoustillrememberdreaming @fionaswhvre @smilingbuckley @aspecbuddie @fortheloveofbuddie @nmcggg @rainbow-nerdss @fruitandbubbles @eddie---diaz

[lumiheartszz]

hihi this is the anon who sent the sirenbur req, i really wanna thank you for accepting my req that quickly! can i please have some wilbur (any persona) fluff where the reader is like super clingy and some other bitch flirts with wilbur and they get super mad and even more clingy and wilbur just laughs😭

also can i be 👁️ anon?

YIPPIE WELCOME 👁 ANON !!

I'm your only one, surely?

More fluff for yall :3

You clung onto Wilbur's shoulder, nuzzling in his neck. You two weren't really a big partygoer, but it's hard to refuse when the party host is one of your closest friends. You didn't EVER wanna be away from Wilbur, especially in this crowd. He held your hand tight, kissing your forehead. "Hey! Fancy seein' you here, Will!" One of the host's friends, Emilie, made their way over to Wilbur. "

Hey, Em. Nice to see you here, too." He waved, smiling at her. She was just being nice, so you simply shrugged it off, laying your forehead against his shoulder. She noticed this, obviously. "Who's this pretty lady? Never seen 'er." She asked, with... theoretically no bad intention... "this is my girlfriend, Y/N!" He smiled cheerily. He loved introducing you to his friends, he loves you, after all.

"Hi... nice to meet you, Emilie." You gave a weak smile. You were too tired to talk, but you still gave it your all. "Hahah, girlfriend? That's..." her eyes landed on you. She was smiling, but her eyes weren't being very... kind. "... nice. Anywayss, Wilburr, are you coming to the pool party this weekend?" She fluttered her eyelashes at him, smiling, and you caught on.

This wasn't right... she was being rather suspicious. Maybe you had to keep your eye on her... "oh, actually, me and Y/N have a date this Saturday. Can't come." He shrugged. "Well, you know, you could just... go on Sunday? I'm sure we'd still have some leftover barbeque and beer at that time." She leaned against him, running a hand through her hair. "He said no." You sternly stated. "And NO means NO. That's pretty clear, Emilie."

You were desperately trying not to tell her to fuck off and smack her. You can't lose your temper right now, not in front of your boyfriend. She simply rolled her eyes. "No need to be jealous, sis. I'm not like-- trying to take him from you or something." You knew it was a lie because your gut said so. You always trusted your gut.

"It's so cold in here, you know?" She hugged herself in seek of warmth, apparently. "Maybe it wouldn't be so cold if your dress wasn't so slutty." You mumbled to yourself. "Do you have a jacket or something? I'm freezingg~!" Emilie whined like a bitch. This was your breaking point. You clung onto Wilbur, burying your face in his side.

"Well, I feel cold as well. I don't really wanna take my jacket off right now." He ran a hand through his hair to fix it. "Oh, that's completely fine, hun!" Emilie giggled, playfully hitting Wilbur's shoulder. Your grip on Wilbur tightened, tears nearly falling from your eyes. His went over your shoulders, hugging you back. "You guys are soo cute together, y'know? I kinda wish I have someone tall and cute to hold me, too..." she pouted, crossing her arms. "Well, you'll find one eventually, Em. I'm rooting for you." Emilie grinned. "Thanks, honey. You know, i want a tall brunette boy like you. Your girlfriend is soo lucky to have you~" she cradled the side of her own face with her hand, looking up at him.

Her friends call for her later before she was able to continue her advances. "Aww, I gotta go, Wilby. It was nice seeing you in this party, by the way~" she winked at him before running on over to her friends. "... Wilbur..." you whisper in frustration. "What's up, love?" He looks over at you, combing his fingers through your hair. "I don't like her... I don't like Emilie." You grumbled as you put your face back into the crook of his neck.

"... no way. Are you jealous?" Wilbur snickers. After a moment of silence, he asks once more. "Angel? Are. You. Jealous?" He used his finger to tilt your face up. "... yes. Yes I am. But why wouldn't I be? She's literally hitting on you!" You crossed your arms, leaning on the wall behind you. "And you actually think her flirting would work??" He laughed, clutching his stomach. "Fuck, I--" he cut himself off with more laughs, eyes watering. "... what?" You look at him with a puzzled expression. "Shit, if I even do as much as to think about replacing an angel like you with a person like you, you might as well just kill me."

You looked at him. "So why don't you tell her to stop?" "Because, honey, she's so far up her ass that she's gaslit herself into thinking what she's doing isn't wrong. Too late to turn back." You started to nod in understanding before you clung onto his body again, like a spider does to it's web. "... remind me never to go to house parties again, please..." you tiredly mutter into his hoodie.

"You're the only girl I'll ever have eyes for, love. Only you."

Were the last words you heard before you fell asleep in his warm arms.

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[boredwrites]

Big Plans

Arthur Morgan X F!Reader

A surprise gift for my dear friend @kal-selfships. Please keep in mind that I have never seen or played RDR2 so I’m sorry if he’s OOC in this omg

Warnings: fluff, not proofread

Masterlist

A thin ray of morning sunlight filtered through the slightly parted curtains. The golden light landed right on the girl’s eyes, causing her to stir awake. She quietly hissed as she barely opened her eyes and was blinded by the light. As she turned around in bed she noticed her partner was not in bed. The sheets were still a bit warm, indicating he wasn’t gone for long.

A small whine escaped from Y/N's lips as she shuffled forward and laid her head down onto Arthur's pillow. She took a deep breath through her nose, inhaling his scent. Her eyes fell closed again as she brought the covers up over her. She took another deep breath before slipping back into a dreamless sleep.

Arthur walked back into their shared room, only to see his love asleep on his side of the bed. He chuckled as he quieted his steps and slowly walked towards the bed. He very gently cupped Y/N's cheek and ran his thumb across her skin as his eyes held nothing but love and adoration for what he believed was a goddess asleep in the bed.

For a second time this morning, Y/N stirred awake. Her brows furrowed and she opened her eyes, immediately locking eyes with Arthur. A soft smile spread across her face as she felt his hand on her cheek. Her hand reached up and held his.

"Mornin', love," Arthur said, his accent thick.

"Hi," Y/N responded, her voice hoarse from sleep. "Where'd you run off to?"

Arthur chuckled as he looked down and back up to meet Y/N's eyes. "Damn woodpecker again. I swear he's doing it to get on my nerves."

Y/N giggled. "You poor guy."

Arthur sighed as he kicked off his boots and climbed into bed behind Y/N. He wrapped an arm over her waist and hugged her tight against him before relaxing. His nose was buried in her hair, breathing in her scent before contentedly humming. He smiled when he felt her hand hold his and give it a little squeeze. The two laid in silence for a few moments before Y/N spoke up.

“Any plans for today?” She asked, her voice still raspy from sleep. She secretly hoped her dear Arthur wouldn’t have much planned for the day. She wanted him all to herself.

“Yeah, big plans,” Arthur replied.

Y/N frowned at his answer, though she was confused. “What are they?” She asked. If Arthur had big plans for today, why didn’t he tell her beforehand?

Arthur shifted his hold on Y/N and propped himself on his elbow so he could see Y/N’s face. He moved his other arm and tucked some strands of her hair out of her face before resting it back around her. “First, we’ll stay in bed as long as you want. And then I was thinking we could walk around town and I’ll get you something real nice. Or we could stay here and make something sweet, just you and I.”

Arthur kept himself from chuckling when she saw Y/N’s face light up. He smiled as he looked at her, awaiting her answer. She shifted onto her back so she could look straight up at him. A big smile made its way onto her face.

“I like those plans,” she said, resting her hand on the arm around her. “What would you get me if we go into town?”

Arthur put on a face as he pretended to think hard of what to get. Y/N giggled and lightly hit his arm. He chuckled as he looked back down at her. “I saw you eyeing that dress last time we went.”

Y/N quietly gasped as she sat up, a look of surprise and hope in her eyes. “The one in the display window?”

“That’s the one,” Arthur responded with a nod.

Y/N smiled wide as she started to push the covers off of her. “Well, let’s go!”

Arthur laughed at her enthusiasm. “You don’t wanna stay in bed a bit longer?”

Y/N giggled as she started rummaging through the closet for something to wear. “We want to get it before somebody else does, right? We can lay down later today!”

Arthur laughed and got up and made his way behind Y/N, his arms encircling around her. He placed a few short kisses on the back of her neck as he gave her a squeeze. “I like that plan.”

[jaehyunsbreadbasket]

Kinktober '22 Day 16- Yoon Jeonghan

Prompt: Free Use

Word Count: 1.4K

Synopsis: Jeonghan had a rough day at work. Luckily for him, his little wife's there to make him feel better whenever he wants her.

Consists of: Dom!Jeonghan, Husband!Jeonghan, Fem Sub!Reader, Housewife reader, Brief mention of knifes, Free use, Praise, Brief manhandling, Brief dumbification, Squirting, Creampie, Possibly incorrect baking knowledge lol

"Honey, I'm home!" Jeonghan tells me as he walks through the door. I hear him slipping his shoes off and opening and closing our coat closet.

"I'm in the kitchen!" I yell back. This had become routine for us: him coming home from work, me in the kitchen baking him something sweet to eat. I pour the strawberries onto the cutting board and get my favorite cutting knife, beginning to slice each berry into small pieces.

I feel Jeonghan's presence behind me, he pulls me into his embrace, hugging me tightly. His face is buried in my hair, I swear I can feel him sniffing it, "I missed you baby. You always smell so nice," he rubs my stomach as he speaks into my head, "What are you making?"

"Strawberry cake," I inform him as I continue slicing away. I feel him settle his head in the crook of my neck, looking over my shoulder at what I'm doing, "How was work?" I ask.

"Exhausting. My boss was being an asshole again. He- actually, I don't wanna talk about him. Just wanna sit here and watch you," He sighs out. I turn to him and give him a proper hug. I pull away to give him a smile. I pull him into a soft kiss, one I hope he finds comfort in. Jeonghan gives me a sweet smile back, kissing my hand before spinning me back around, "Keep cooking. Just act like I'm not even here."

I finish chopping the strawberries and pour them into a bowl, beginning to make the batter in a larger bowl. Putting the flour, powdered sugar, and eggs into the bowl. Jeonghan's body pressed against my own, toying with the fabric of my long summer dress. I feel him pull away and begin to hear jingling; Jeonghan's belt? Ah so this is the kind of night it'll be.

Jeonghan has formed a habit of taking me any and everywhere he wants. He doesn't care who's around, who could see us in the very compromising positions he's so set on putting us in. The first few times he asked. but after realizing that I liked being fucked basically anytime he wanted to, he never says much more than and "Okay?" before pushing into me.

He stops ruffling with his pants and slowly lifts up my dress, like if he did it gently enough I wouldn't notice, possibly wanting to surprise me. I decide I'll play along, letting out a shocked gasp at the cool air coming in contact with my backside, "Jeonghan? What are you doing?" I ask him in a soft voice.

"It's alright baby, just stir your batter. Like I said, I'm not here," he tells me while simultaneously pushing my panties to the side, "Okay?" he asks his key phrase.

"Okay," I nod to him and try to put my focus on putting the ingredients together in the bowl. Jeonghan rubs his tip along my folds a few times, he always makes sure I'm wet before slipping in. He sinks into me, bottoming out immediately, resting his head on my shoulder again.

"So good, baby. So tight. My pretty little wife, baking me all these treats when she's the sweetest of all," he leaves loving kisses on my neck. Jeonghan's sweet words don't match with the harsh pace he's taking. Hitting my g-spot repeatedly already.

I struggle to keep my hands steady as I pour the milk in the bowl, spilling some onto the counter as Jeonghan thrusts into me, making my whole body shake. He's breathing deeply into my ears, forcing me to listen to all his grunts as he expects me to keep my focus on the cake.

"J-Jeonghan..." I whine out.

"Shh, sweetheart. Be quiet. You've gotta finish what you started. The sooner you get the cake in the oven, the sooner I can take you to the room and fuck you properly," he informs me. It's hard to believe that this isn't what he'd call a "proper fucking"; roughly snapping his hips against mine isn't enough?

But now I had a mission: mix the ingredients properly and get the cake in the oven while I get fucked dumb at the same time. God, Jeonghan was such a prick.

I plug in the electric mixer, contemplating how dangerous it was to operate it in this situation, before deciding that I didn't care. I drop it into the bowl and turn it on, feeling it buzz as it begins to spin. Jeonghan tightens his hold on me, keeping me upright as both my hands are now occupied: one with the mixer, and the other with holding the bowl, "Hurry up, honey. I'm getting close," Jeonghan speaks into my ear as he moves his other hand down to my clit.

I do my best to keep my hands steady as I blend the ingredients, my pussy still clenching tightly around Jeonghan's cock. The feeling of his fingers on my clit making it even harder, my hips grinding up into his hand.

Once the separate ingredients had finally made one substance, Jeonghan praises me, "Good job, honey. What a good girl. Now all you have to do is get it in the oven, grease the pan," he instructs me as if I've never baked before in my life; as if he knows how stupid his cock makes me.

I take the non-stick spray off the counter and quickly undo the cap, shaking the bottle and spraying the liquid all over the pan as I try not to focus on the wet sounds coming from my own body. The squelching sound that accompanies every thrust Jeonghan makes.

"Fuck!" I feel my pussy begin to twitch, I'm so fucking close. I attempt to neatly pour the cake batter into the pan. Finally entering the final stages of this evening's unusual baking process.

Jeonghan lifts my feet off the floor and moves us over to the oven, still trying to ground his hips into me as I open it up. I carefully place the cake in the oven and close it up, relaxing myself after I've finished, "Put on the timer. Wouldn't want our cake to burn after all this hard work, would we?" Jeonghan suggests.

I rack my brain for the cooking time for this recipe. I've made it a thousand times, yet right now my mind is completely blank. In all honesty, I don't give a hell about the cake burning, I'm much more interested in my husband's dick inside of me; and so I make up a number, and quickly punch it into the oven timer.

Jeonghan immediately pulls out of me, turning me to face him and sitting me on a clear area on the counter before thrusting back into me. He pulls me into a passionate kiss, all tongue and teeth and spit. Jeonghan brings his hand to my clit again, rubbing it at a rapid pace. I moan into his mouth at the feeling, being filled so greatly by his cock; I can feel the sensation spreading all around my body.

"Fuck baby, you're gonna make me cum. My gorgeous little housewife doing anything to make her husband happy, yeah? Gonna cum inside you baby. So fucking good," Jeonghan rambles as he moves in and out of me, his thrusts growing sloppy but his force never faltering.

"I'm gonna- shit," I attempt to proclaim my closeness as well, but before I can finish, I'm already creaming around his cock. Jeonghan gasps and I look down to notice that I seem to be squirting as well. My legs shake as I let out loud screams of pleasure, my pussy wetting the bottom of Jeonghan's pale blue button up.

"Oh my fucking God, honey. You're making such a mess. I'm cumming too, baby. Gonna make my mess inside of you," and suddenly I feel so, incredibly full. I don't know if Jeonghan's ever came this much before.

His hips still inside of me and he breathes deeply as he slumps his body against me. Jeonghan grabs my hand and kisses it again, letting his mouth linger on the back of it, "I love you so much," he says softly.

"I love you too, Hannie," I hold onto him tightly, keeping his body pressed against my own as I place a kiss on the top of his head.

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Prompt from: @kinktober2022

My Kinktober 2022 Masterlist 🎃

[luke-hughes43]

I’m Sorry. (Get Out part 2)

~Here is part 2. Hope you like it.~

Background: You are a softball player at the University of Michigan. You met Luke while on a recruiting visit to umich and began dating shortly after arriving on campus. The end of hockey season is rapidly approaching as is Luke leaving for New Jersey from Tampa. Talks of Luke leaving have been put off, due to both of you being busy with your respective sports as well as classes, but have been brought up just days before he’s leaving.

It’s angsty but 100% will turn into fluff.

(I’m calling her Isabella but having her go by Bella just because lol)

Bella’s POV

It’s been 4 days since my big fight with Luke and I haven’t seen him or talked to him since he showed up to my game the next day. I made sure the message was known that I was not gonna come crawling back to him and that he was gonna have to come to me. 

Granted, I have locked myself in my room when I’m not in class or at practice. It’s now wednesday, the day Luke leaves for the Frozen Four and ultimately the University of Michigan entirely. Win or lose in Tampa, it’s his last time as a Michigan Wolverine. And my heart aches for him because I know he loves this place and loves everything about Ann Arbor.

It’s like 10 am and I know that he has practice before they were leaving from the rink. I’m not gonna lie, I’m extremely sad that he never came and tried to apologize. I would’ve let him. I feel the tears roll down my cheek as I process the fact that it’s really over between Luke and I. 

I hear a knock at the door but I ignore it. I try to just burry myself in my blankets but the knocking doesn’t stop. I groan and go down to see who the hell is banging on my door. 

I open it and see Luke standing there. He’s sweaty and out of breath.

“Luke?”

“Hi. I only have like 10 minutes before I need to go back but I couldn’t leave without apologizing.”

“I’m listening.” I say guiding him into the house.

“Izzy, I’m sorry. I’m so fucking sorry. I didn’t mean half the shit that I said and I’m sorry for telling you to leave. I’m scared of leaving Iz, and I’m scared of being on my own, and I’m scared of losing you.” He says rambling.

“Luke, you’re not gonna lose me. I promise. I love you and we’ll figure it out. I wish I could go with you because believe me, I want to so badly, but I just can’t yet. I need to figure things out on my end before I even think about it. I’m sorry.”

“No no no. Don’t apologize Izzy. You have nothing to be sorry for. I do, I’m the one who fucked up. I never should’ve assumed you were just gonna up and move to Jersey with me because I asked. I’m sorry making it seem like my career is more important than yours. You are more important to me anything else in this world and I’m sorry that ever made you think otherwise. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry baby.” He says. I hear the crack in his voice and see the tears rolling down his face.

I quickly wipe them from his face. I say softly while holding his face in my hands, “Hey. It’s ok. Luke, we’re ok. We both said some things that we didn’t mean but we’re ok. I promise. I love you.”

“I love you too Izzy. God I love you so much baby.” He says and kisses me. 

It’s only been 4 days but it feels like a lifetime without him. I wrap my arms around his neck and go on my tip toes to bring him closer to me. Eventually we pull away for air and we’re both breathing heavily. I smile at him and he returns it leading my to bury my face in his neck while hugging him as tight as I can. He tightens his grip on me too.

I say softly, “Luke, you have to go.”

“I know. I don’t wanna leave you though.”

“I know. I don’t want you to go either. But you have to. You have to go be my superstar and bring a national championship home to Michigan.” I say and play the ends of his hair. He leaves a kiss to my shoulder and rubs my back. Neither of us move an inch for a solid 3 minutes before I pull away. He groans and I say, “You need to go babe. I know it sucks, I don’t want you to go but you gotta. We’re ok, I promise.”

“Ok. There’s a box in my room at the house for you. Text Dylan when they get back and he’ll give it to you. The guys said you’re welcome there anytime and you can sleep in my room as often as you’d like baby. I promise to do whatever I can to make this work for us.”

“Me too. I’ll see you later ok?”

“Ok.” He says and kisses me. I pull away and walk him to the door. I open it and he pulls me in for a hug again. He’s stalling. I give him a tight squeeze before saying, “Luke, it’s time to go. Come on babe.”

“I know.” He says and pulls away from the hug but still keeps me close.

He smiles and then pulls me in for another kiss. I smile into the kiss before Luke pulls away and says, “I love you Isabella Smith. More then I think I’ll ever be able to tell you.”

“I love you too Luke Hughes.”

He smiles and then let’s go. He gives me a quick kiss before running down my front stairs. I say, “I’m proud of you and good luck. Tell the boys I said good luck too.”

“I will. I love you!” He yells as he starts running back towards the rink. I close the door once he’s out of sight. I have a smile permanently on my face for the rest of the day knowing that Luke and I made up and are gonna be ok. 

My phone buzzes and it’s a text from Luke.

lukey❤️: hey baby. made it on time to the bus. I love you so much and I’m so sorry that I was an asshole. I’m glad that I was able to make it to you before we left bc you are the best thing to ever happen to me. I’ll text you when I land in Tampa. good luck this weekend against Rutgers, I know you’re gonna do great. I love you Iz.❤️

I smile reading the text and let out a sigh of relief. We’re ok. And we’ll be ok for a long time.

[greg-montgomery]

Prob too little too late but soft hotch thots for your (and my) lonely self:

Cuddles with Aaron? I just think he'd be the best you know?? Esp the later seasons one? He's so big <3 and warm and safe <3 just looking at the gifs and i know I'd be safe with him?? Whether it's the world or my own thoughts that are being mean it doesn't matter? Because once he wraps himself around you nothing else matters except that he doesn't let go? He knows your mind calms down when he hugs you? So on especially bad days, he just makes sure he's wearing his softest t-shirt and you've got on your fav comfy pjs and just wraps you up??? Settles you on top of him, arms wrapped tight around your waist, your face buried in his neck?? With a blanket on top so it just feels like you're covered from all sides protected by this wonderful man? He uses his soft Jack voice to tell you all about the teams shenanigans? Makes sure to put on your fav scented candle? Strokes your hair, leaves gentle kisses on your forehead and just talks to you? Urges you to let the thoughts in your brain run out no matter how chaotic or silly they seem to you? Grips you tighter as you keep sharing? And when you're sleepy he turns around so you're tucked in his side, arms still wrapped tight and sleeps like that? Even though his arm is sire to get numb? Wakes you up the next morning with gentle kisses to your cheeks and nose and eyelids that make you giggle, your fav coffee and breakfast ready for you? Makes sure to spend atleast a couple of hours on top of you doing some v strenuous cardio so you can start the day right: with his name on your lips as he rails you into another planet and a massive smile on your face when he carries you to the shower?

Brb gonna Y E A R N

(@ravensmadreads)

you and aaron fr!!! ⬇️

this man fucking loves cuddles!!! and especially when he knows you need them??? he’s there to provide <333

he makes sure everything is perfect for you before you get to cuddling!! he makes you your favorite tea or hot chocolate…any hot beverage you love that makes you relax <3 he lays your favourite pjs on the bed so you can find them all clean and warm when you get home from work! and he also knows that what he’s wearing is also very important bc there is a serious cuddling session waiting for him ahead. so he chooses to wear his softest sweater!!

when you get home he takes you in his arms and gives you a forehead kiss immediately!! he makes sure you have been drinking your water and have eaten well!! if not - he’ll make sure you will!!

and when you’re all set, he lays on the bed and takes you with him 🥹 you’re like a blanket on top of him 🥰🥰 he runs his hands up and down your back, under your top…he kisses your hair…he tells you about the dirty words morgan and penelope exchanged in front of him that day that made him uncomfortable 🧍🏻 he tells you about the new facts spencer taught him that came up during their last case…he tells you about emily and how the team teased her about her recent date and what a failure it was…and suddenly you’re laughing, not even remembering about the things that made you sad in the first place <3

but if you wanna talk he’ll listen. and he’ll stay quiet if that’s what you want!! but if you want him to speak he’ll give you advice! bc he’s older and he knows better and sometimes he makes you see things from a different or more mature perspective <3 but he never fails to tell you about how much he loves you. how much you mean to him (the whole world). and how safe you are with him. he would never let anything happen to you!! you’re okay!! and you’ll always be okay!! he makes sure you know!

he plays with your hair and gives you so sooooo many kisses 🥰🥰 and he lets you play with his hair too and give him kisses and bite him and do anything your heart desires to him <33 and you fall asleep with a happy carefree smile on your face bc nothing makes you feel safer than your love’s arms 🥰🥰🥰

[ayoharuko]

Hello! When you get back from your Hiatus, may I request Mukuro Ikusaba comforting her S/O after a nightmare?

A/N: Also this was finished a few days ago and I did an oopsie by reading ur request wrong T-T, I accidentally read it as Mukuro being comforted by reader and not the other way around, I'm so sorry T-T I know that its not an excuse but I'm really really sorry...I hope you still like it tho.....

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Hellooo anon-chan! I'm finally back from my long hiatus~

Sorry for taking long to answer your request, I appreciate you waiting :)

I hope you enjoy and love this! Reader here is gender neutral(They/Them)

This will be a min oneshot~

REMINDER: This character does not belong to me, but belongs to Kazutaka Kodaka. This is just fictional work so please try not and take this too seriously :)

T/W: Mentions of dark thoughts and abu*se, so if your sensitive to this feel free to skip this post :)

''Just hold me and don't let go...''

It was dark....like she was being sucked down a void.....

It was scary

She remembered her dream vividly. The screams of people from the war, her sister laughing insanely at her, and her classmates deaths.

It was all so....hauntingly scary

Mukuro felt like her throat was tightening, like someone was choking her.

She tried to scream but Mukuro felt that she couldn't move nor talk, like she was fully frozen in place, and then...a bright light came and she heard your voice...

Your oh so wonderful voice....

Your voice was light and gentle as an angel, well you were her angel. An angel protecting her from the bad nightmares and thoughts....

As soon as Mukuro opened her eyes she immediately hugged you so tight that you felt like she was almost crushing your bones.

''M-Mukuro...wait...your..c-crushing my bones...'' You manage to wheeze out.

Mukuro mumbled an apology and pulled away looking off to the side, your eyes were filled with worry. You knew that Mukuro would often have nightmares....but you hadn't expect that it'd be this bad.....

''Do....you wanna talk about it? I mean....its okay if you don't want to of course...'' You ask the dark-haired girl.

Mukuro just nodded and looked at your eyes, ''Can...can we cuddle while I'm...telling you about it?'' She asked you with a tiny blush present.

''Of course my love'' You say to her with a smile, you and Mukuro both lay down and she buried her head onto your chest.

''My nightmare was about....the screams from the war....my sister who abused me and didn't show me love or care and....the d-deaths of my c-classmates....'' Mukuro mumbled out.

While in the middle of venting out to you, you felt Mukuro shaking and your chest becoming wetter...

''Oh baby...shh please stop crying...'' You coo at her, pulling her face from your chest and wiping her tears from falling.

''Listen love, it's all in the past. I know its hard to move on but I worry for you....I worry that you'll get too...caught up in the past.'' You tell Mukuro with a sadden expression.

''I know...I know but...its...just so hard..'' Mukuro cried out letting more tears fall....

''Shh baby...my love, I'll always be with you...I'll protect you from all those bad nightmares every night....just please don't cry'' You tell her kissing her forehead.

Mukuro just nodded and kissed your neck, you soon heard light sores and breathing. Ah Mukuro has fallen asleep.

You let out a soft chuckle and kiss your forehead once more before mumbling out an ''I love you'' and joining her to dreamland as well~

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Done!~

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