#I just wanna take a nap so badly

[fortes-fortuna-iogurtum]

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[puppyeared]

for like 3 weeks i was wondering why i was sleeping so much and felt listless. and just now I managed to email 3 people and responded to a month old message in the span of an hour because I got back to TAKING MY FUCKIN MEDS..........

[lanternlightss]

I AM HAVING !!!! THOUGHTS !!!!!!! ABOUT THOSE SUN AND MOON ANIMATRONICS

[hooved]

every time i see a picture of a place with really heavy fog i get so emotional because i just wanna walk through it so so so bad i love fog so much........

[rosicheeks]

once again wishing we could cuddle… idk, i think lying in bed together, wrapped up and holding each other closely, talking about our days or venting or rambling about nerdy stuff, maybe mixed with a lot of kissing and flirting, and just being soft and affectionate like that together… that would fix me right now 💖

-🌸

[shatteredsnail]

if there’s anything today has proven, it’s that i hate long term problems because i can’t solve them with a few days of dedication and i will obsess over it until it’s completed

[frudoo]

Full Hands — Captain John Price

Me 🤝 writing fics about John with kids

(I want to have his babies)

Warnings: Fem!reader, John is nice but DON’T TALK TO STRANGE MEN!!!!

Full Hands Masterlist

The morning had started out disastrous, to say the least. The kids were already up when you arrived, and before you could even take off your shoes, their poor parents were out the door, looking exhausted as ever. You understood why as soon as you saw the mess of clothes and toys that were sprawled throughout the house. With a sigh, you clean the house up, and after wrestling the rambunctious little girl into the bath and dressing both her and her baby brother (who was cranky from lack of sleep and a stuffy nose), you headed out the door to go to the park. You could only hope that the crazy little munchkin would wear herself out and take a good nap later.

“Look out!” You gasp, grabbing the chatty four-year-old by her arm before her face can make contact with a lamp post.

Your yelp wakes up the baby strapped to your chest, and your eyes widen when you see his lower lip starting to tremble. You place one hand beneath his bottom and adjust the wrap so that he feels more secure, bouncing in place to try and stop him from the inevitable cry-session he’s about to embark on. Luckily, your soothing efforts work, and the tired babe falls right back asleep before the first wail can escape him. You sigh softly in relief, grabbing his older sister’s hand and pulling her closer to you to avoid any more potential accidents.

“I wanna go to the paaaark!” She pouts, trying to run ahead of you, but your grip tightens on her.

“We are, sweetheart, but I need coffee first,” you explain, running your thumb along her knuckles as you guide her into the quaint little café.

The little girl huffs defiantly, but her big brown eyes widen in pure excitement when she sees the arrangement of delicious pastries behind the glass display. Instantly, she’s tugging on the hem of your dress, pigtails dancing wildly as she bounces up and down.

“Nana! Wanna cake pop, please? Pretty please? I’ll be good, swear! Won’t be sassy!” She rambles, pulling you to the front and subsequently running into the man that was already trying to order.

Your heart drops into your stomach when the man turns around, and you pull the little girl into your side in a protective manner. He’s tall and built, and were you not afraid that he was about to give this clumsy little girl a piece of his mind, you would have found him rather attractive. Much to your relief, the man gives a soft chuckle, kind eyes crinkling at the corners.

“Look a little young to be a ‘Nana,’ yeah?” He teases, sparkling blue eyes scanning your skeptical face.

“Oh, I’m just their nanny. She refuses to call me by my real name,” you explain sheepishly, glancing at the sleeping baby all cozied up in the wrap you’ve got strapped to you. “I’m so sorry about this. This guy’s been sick, and the little miss is using it to her advantage since I can’t chase after her like normal.”

The man tuts, giving you a sympathetic smile. He looks down at the girl who’s now hugging the back of your leg, poking her head around to meet his eyes. He hums once, pulling out his wallet.

“Alright if I get her the cake pop she’s fussin’ ‘bout?” He asks, nodding his head toward the array of colorful treats.

“Oh, you don’t have to do that,” you wave your hands frantically in dismissal, eyebrows furrowed.

“Nonsense, I insist. Matter fact, what did you want? Some coffee?” He pushes, guiding you closer to the counter with him to show that he’s serious.

“I was gonna get a latte,” you frown, feeling bad for taking advantage of this man’s kindness, no matter how badly he wants to do it.

“Atta girl. That all?” He pats your shoulder, and you ease up a bit—however, still on alert for the girl that’s hiding behind your leg.

“Yes, sir. Thank you,” you smile kindly, rubbing your fingertips along the child’s arm as she giggles.

“None o’that. Call me John,” he grins, handing the barista some money.

You urge the little girl up to grab the cake pop from the barista’s hand. She mutters out a shy thank you (much in contrast to the nonsensical rants she always gives you) before hiding behind the safety of your legs once again. You huff softly in amusement and follow John over to wait for your coffee. He watches as the child takes a bite of her cake pop, chuckling in satisfaction before looking back up to you. His eyes twinkle as he watches you run your fingertips over the stirring infant’s eyelids, trying to get him back to sleep.

“You want to be a mum,” he muses.

It’s less of a question, more of a statement, and it catches you off guard. You sputter with surprise, eyes darting down to the girl enjoying her treat in order to avoid his prying gaze. There’s something about the way he looks at you—not in a predatory way, but in a protective way, like he’s known you for years—that makes you feel strangely content. At home in a foreign place. The little girl seems to sense your comfortable state because she stops hiding behind you and goes to give John a hug around his legs. You apologize profusely but he just leans down to pat the tot on her back.

“Gotta stop apologizin’, love. The little one’s just thankin’ me for the cake pop,” he chuckles, humming his own thanks to the barista as he takes his tea and your latte from her hands.

“Sorr- um. Thank you, John,” you take your drink from him, trying to ignore the way your heart skips a beat as your fingers brush against his. “But really, let me pay you back. I have cash, or I can send it to you-”

“What are you doing later? Once you haven’t got the kiddos, I mean,” he interrupts, trying to conceal the way his eyes had been glued to your lips as you spoke.

You furrow your eyebrows, not expecting to be interrupted, but the softness in those baby blues of his take away any negativity you might have felt. You shrug, sighing when you realize that the baby cuddled into your chest is now fully awake and will absolutely not go back to sleep.

“Not much, honestly. Was gonna cook dinner for myself,” you explain, smiling softly as you watch John wave to the baby, freckled nose scrunched in delight.

“Tell you what: how about I take you out instead, yeah? Consider it payin’ me back,” he beams, hopeful cerulean eyes staring into yours.

“Spending more money on me is paying you back?” You laugh, giving the little girl a stern look as she smacks your thigh to get your attention.

“Spendin’ time with a beautiful woman is more than enough. Swear it,” he pulls his phone from his pocket and offers it to you.

You try to conceal your embarrassment, taking his phone and typing your contact information into it. As you hand it back, John gives you a wink and a pleased hum.

“I’ll give you a call later, hm?” He smiles, patting your shoulder gently when you nod your agreement. “Have fun with the little ones.”

You wave a flustered goodbye to John as the impatient little girl grabs your hand and all but drags you out of the café.

Next ->

[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

Hi hii-! If it isn't a bother can i request either the dorm leaders + Jamil or the first years with an Mc who is basically like Mei from turning red with the whole turning into a Giant red panda and all? You can decide if they're gonna be yandere or nah i just wanna see how they would react to mc suddenly turning into a red panda whenever they get overwhelmed by their emotions ehe

Turning Red Reader | Yandere Twisted Wonderland

When you came to their world to be the magicless prefect they know and love Grim is expected to be the only furry member of Ramshackle. They are soon proven wrong when you finally lose it. All the overblots, the stress, the mysteriously creepy gifts addressed to you. You’re hairs bright red color was nothing more than a random trait until you turned into a giant red panda:

Vil Schoenheit

“Well darling, this is unexpected…”

He’s genuinely surprised

But he can make this work 

Being a connoisseur of working under pressure 

He knows exactly how to calm you 

Even when you're a giant panda

Some things may have to change like the amount of the sleeping potion he will give you

But know worries he can adapt

And with your newfound fame who better to preen you for your upcoming career

“Trust me, dear, this is my territory. So leave your cute paws in my hands.”

Kalim Al Asim

“Sooooo Fluffffy!!!!” 

He’s so obsessed with shoving his face in your fur

And if you let him ride you, he’s on cloud 9

Your even cuter than you were before

But this is because your stressed!?!

Well as your future husband bestest friend he’s going to change that

So stay in Scarabia don’t even worry about going back to Ramshackle

He wants you to get used to living in luxury anyway

He’s more than happy to have you and Grim stay

Especially when you’re transforming into a panda

“Come on (Y/n)! You shouldn’t have to be stressed to bring out the panda!”

Azul Ashengrotto 

“Well, we all have our…vices.”

This complicates things

How’s he supposed to turn you into a mermaid now?!

But it's fine 

Hey, if you’ve made money on this before 

He’s more than happy to get a piece of the pie

Granted he’s not exactly pleased that this is a stress response

Whoever’s the cause of that stress he’ll politely intercede

With a contract that will have their lively hood on the line

“Just know that once you sign my contract all your cares and worries and you+ will be mine to take care of.”

Riddle Rosehearts

“I see, we both seem to have our own reactions to stress.” 

He’s oddly elated 

He loves you deeply obsessively

So he will not tolerate anyone speaking negatively 

Anyone

He’s offing everyone’s heads that he sees talking badly about your latest change

He relates and he wants to help 

Funnily enough his fiery reaction to things you consider stressful has you relaxing if only to calm him down

And he’ll never admit it but he’s found you 10x more attractive when you angrily panda out

Leona Kingscholar

“See? I warned you not to bother them us. It’s not my fault your body will be in shreds.”

All the more reason to stay napping with him

But when you panda out he prefers to sit back and enjoy

He doesn’t really bother doing anything unless it's calming you down 

And hiring a crew to clean up after you

He only is bothered by it when you don’t immediately yield to his control

Well other than your turning into a panda you’re still just a magicless prefect

That’s why it should be easier to keep you under his control

That or you’re going to be stressed with how many of your friends start avoiding you

Malleus Draconia

“What a marvelous trait!” 

His heart is already set on you

But what is this?

This insatiable desire to rub his face into your fur and carry you around in your giant form?

“Is this…the fabled…cuteness?”

If anyone’s going to forget that they very well bring armageddon from cuteness aggression it's him

And because you being you have already fueled his emotions the electrical tempest that plagues NRC

He just reacts even worse when others have the same appreciation for your panda perfection

But only he is going ableto monopolize it

After all you don’t want the entire island falling into a sleep-like death right?

Jamil Viper

“So your emotions are tied to your panda and when it comes out?”

“Yeah…”

“That’s really cute That’s inconvenient.”

He’s pleased you most likely rely on him to assuage yourself from freaking out

And boy does he have so much more power

While your under his spell he might as well advise you to ask him on a date

Or forget about that missing student

Idia Shroud

“Whoa (Y/n)’s cuteness stats just upped themselves 40%!”

He’ll make even more merch 

But he’s not selling it 

There for him to squeeze and cuddle and pretend to make out with

Even better if you panda out in his room 

so he can have your scent everywhere

He might even instigate it

[immortalityriver]

Hello ! I loved the Genya stories you created! Well, if it's not too much to ask, could you do one about Genya having a son and how he would react when he saw him for the first time and how he would act?

`` you're so real for this anon

genya/gn!reader

au: original/major timeskip

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"..he's got your eyes." You murmured, breaking the deafening albeit oddly comforting silence.

Genya failed to tear his eyes from the tiny little thing all wrapped up in his arms, a life so new yet already so precious to him.

".. Yeah.."

You sat up, looking over his shoulder and watching intently

".. Is he supposed to be red?" He questioned, his voice laced with slight concern as he tilted his head as if he were attempting to figure it out

"..be nice. That's your son."

"I know, I know. I was just asking."

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The days following the birth of the boy were undoubtedly rough for the both of you.

Genya so badly 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 to be involved though, which stemmed from the fact his own father was hardly around long enough to remember all of his children's names.

It might've even healed a little part of him, seeing how easy it was to love his son reassured him that he wasn't hard to love either.

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"What're 𝘺𝘰𝘶 starin' at?" He cooed, despite the obvious exhaustion painted all over his face this was the most content he'd been for a while.

Tiny purple bug eyes stared right back at him, a little bald and a little fugly but he'd get cuter.

It'd only been a few days after all.

"Are you really gonna hog him all morning?.."

The door creaks and you step out, feeling fresher from the 3 hour nap he'd practically forced you to take, repeating "𝘕𝘰, 𝘯𝘰 𝘸𝘦'𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘦! 𝘎𝘰 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘵."

"..won't be this tiny forever, just wanna enjoy it."

His gaze shifts down to the small frame of their son, eyes heavy but the affection on his face doesn't waver even slightly.

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[faithshouseofchaos]

Esteban Ocon x Gasly!reader who had been sneaking around with him for a hot minute now.

Checo Perez breeding kink (PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE I NEED THAT AFTER EHAT I SAW ON THE DOC)

Charles Leclerc angst where reader was his 1st love (Giada type shit) and he then gets w her whole group then goes back to her bc he realized he was in lovr with her thr whole time

Pierre Gasly x Charles Leclerc x Reader (Fluff or Smut ykyk)

Oscar Piastri x Webber!Reader fluff where he does everything to get her attention

A/n: I copied all these down into my google docs of fics for the future yes I have a list and yes it’s pretty long

“I want to start a family with you” — checo Perez x reader

Word count 2k

Warnings — smut p in v BREEDING KINK

Fluff

There was something about you with your first born that made something in checo’s brain short circuit. Even watching you with your own kids made him stir crazy. He couldn’t help it. He was just a man who had needs and he needed to show everyone that you were his.

“Can we talk?” Checo asked after you were finished tucking in your daughter for a nap. His voice was low and almost gravelly and you could tell just how badly he craved you at that moment.

“Sure, what do you wanna talk about?” You ask, confused. You could tell from the look on his face he had more in mind than just a simple talk. He took a few steps towards you until he was standing right in front of you. You could almost feel his body heat radiating on you. He takes your chin in between his fingers and gently tilts your head up to look at him. His hands slowly move along your jawline, his calloused thumbs grazing over your bottom lip.

His lips hovered millimeters away from your own, his eyes boring into your own with an intense look. “I want to ask,” he said, his breath warming your skin, “if you ever thought about having more kids.”

He continued to hold your chin firmly in place, his thumb still tracing along your bottom lip, his other hand moving to your waist to pull you flush against him.

He was so close to you, his body pressed against yours, his hands on you, that it was hard to focus on anything but him. "I've thought about it a few times," you managed to say, your voice barely above a whisper.

He leaned in closer, his lips now just barely grazing your ear. "And what did you think about?" he murmured, his breath hot against your skin. He could tell from your expression that he had caught you off guard with his question, and he smirked a bit in response. He moved his hands down to your hips and pulled you even closer to him until your bodies were practically melded together.

"Because ever since I started dating you," he continued, tracing the outline of your ear with his tongue, "I can't help but think about having more kids. It's like a hunger I can't shake." He moved his lips down to your neck, kissing and nibbling the sensitive skin there as he spoke. "I know we already have our little one," he said, his voice low and gravelly in your ear, "but I want more. And I want them with you."

His fingers gripped your hips tightly, holding you in place as he continued to explore your neck with his lips and tongue. "I want to make a family with you. A big one," he said, his voice ragged with desire.

He moved his hands to your waist and suddenly lifted you up, setting you down on the nearest countertop. He stepped forward, slotting himself between your legs as he looked down at you with darkened eyes. "But you have to want it too," he said, his voice deep and slightly commanding.

He moved his hands to your thighs, running his palms up and down the smooth skin there. "Do you want it?" he asked, his eyes fixated on yours. "Do you want to have more babies with me?"

The intensity in his eyes was almost overwhelming, and you could see the raw desire and need in them. He was practically begging you for an answer, and it was clear that he wanted it more than anything else. "I...." you began, your voice trailing off as you struggled to find the words.

He leaned in closer to you, his chest pressing against yours as his breath ghosted over your lips. "Please," he whispered, his voice barely audible. "Please say you want it too."

The pleading look in his eyes was almost too much to bear, and you could feel your resolve crumbling under his gaze. "I do," you finally managed to say, your voice barely above a whisper. "I do want it too."

The moment the words left your lips, a look of joyous relief crossed Checo's face, and he surged forward, crushing his lips against yours in a passionate kiss. His hands moved to your face, cupping your cheeks as he deepened the kiss, his tongue exploring every inch of your mouth. He kissed you with a fervor that was almost frenzied, his hands roaming over your body as if he couldn't get enough of you. His lips moved from your mouth to your neck, nibbling and biting the sensitive skin there as he whispered words of desire and need.

He moved his hands under your shirt, his calloused fingertips grazing over the silky skin of your stomach. "I want to make a baby with you right now," he growled in your ear. "I can't wait." His hands moved lower, his fingers tracing over the waistband of your pants teasing you.

He suddenly lifted you off the counter and started walking towards your bedroom, his lips never leaving your skin as he moved. Once you were inside, he closed the door behind him and pushed you up against it, his body pressed against yours.

He moved his hands to the hem of your shirt, pulling it up and over your head in one swift motion. His eyes roamed over your bare torso, taking in every inch of exposed skin. "You're so beautiful," he whispered, before crashing his lips back onto yours in a searing kiss.

His hands continued to explore your body, trailing over your bare skin with a possessive intensity. He moved down to your collarbone, nibbling and biting the sensitive flesh there, leaving a trail of love bites in his wake.

His lips moved back up to your ear, his breath hot against your skin. "I want to mark you," he said, his voice low and gruff. "I want everyone to see that you're mine."

He moved his attention to your neck, sucking and biting the sensitive skin there as his hands roamed down your body. At the same time, he started to unbutton his own shirt, his hands shaking slightly with desire. Once his shirt was removed, he pulled you closer to him, the heat of his bare chest against yours making your skin tingle. His lips returned to your mouth, the kiss growing more desperate and needy by the second.

His hands moved to your hips, pulling you even closer as he grinded against you. You could feel the evidence of his desire pressed against you, making you shiver with want. "I can't get enough of you," he groaned in your ear, his voice ragged with need. His lips moved down to your neck, nibbling and biting the sensitive skin there. He was marking you, just like he said he would, claiming you as his own. His hands were still roaming over your body, mapping out every inch as if he was trying to memorize the feel of you.

He suddenly scooped you up in his arms and carried you to the bed, laying you down gently on the mattress before crawling on top of you. He hovered over you, his body pressing you down into the sheets as he looked down at you with a mixture of desire and love. He leaned down and kissed you again, his kiss deep and possessive. His tongue explored your mouth, tangling with your own as he pressed his body against yours. He pulled away, breathless, and began kissing along your jawline, trailing kisses down your neck to your collarbone.

He continued his descent down your body, his lips and tongue mapping out every inch of your skin. He found a sensitive spot on your collarbone and nipped at it, making you gasp and arch up into him. He smirked against your skin at your reaction, and then continued his path down your body. His lips brushed over your chest, his tongue darting out to taste your skin. He teased and nibbled at your flesh, his hands roaming over your body as he continued to mark you as his.

He moved lower, his lips and tongue tracing a line down your stomach. His movements were slow and deliberate, as if he was savoring every moment. He paused at the waistband of your pants, his fingers tracing over the edge as he looked up at you with a devilish glint in his eyes. He hooked his fingers in the waistband of your pants and began to slowly pull them down, sliding them off of your legs. He ran his hands up the inside of your thighs, his touch gentle yet possessive.

He moved back up your body, his lips trailing kisses up your legs until he reached the place where your legs met. He paused for a moment, his breath hot against your skin, before he moved his lips to your inner thigh. He nibbled and sucked at the sensitive skin there, making your breath hitch in your throat. He continued his path up your thigh, his lips and tongue leaving a trail of fire wherever they touched.

Finally, he reached the apex of your thighs and looked up at you with a predatory gleam in his eyes. "I want to taste you," he said, his voice low and guttural. He leaned in and ran his tongue along your most sensitive spot, making you gasp and arch up into him. He chuckled against your skin before delving his tongue deeper, exploring you with a fervent intensity.

He moved his lips and tongue, exploring every inch of you as if trying to memorize every nuance of your body. He brought you to the brink of ecstasy and then pulled back, allowing the tension to build before starting again. He could feel your body responding to his touch, your thighs trembling with desire as he continued to work you over with his mouth. He knew exactly what buttons to press to drive you wild, and he did so with a skill that was intoxicating.

Finally, he felt you reaching your limits, your body on the verge of exploding with pleasure. He pulled back, his lips leaving your skin with a final lingering kiss. He looked up at you, a satisfied smirk on his face. His eyes were almost black with desire, and he could see the effect he had on you. You were panting and flushed, your body trembling with need. He moved up your body, his hands trailing over your skin as he positioned himself between your legs.

He kissed you fiercely, his tongue delving into your mouth as if seeking to taste every inch of you. At the same time, he guided his hips to yours, his hard length rubbing against your slick core. He broke the kiss, his breath hot against your ear as he whispered, "Are you ready for me?" He knew the answer already, but he wanted to hear you say it.

You gasped slightly and nodded, your body arching up into his. "Yes," you whispered, your voice ragged with need. "I'm ready for you."

He growled in satisfaction, the sound deep and primal. With one quick, fluid motion, he surged forward, burying himself deep within you. A guttural moan escaped his lips as he felt you clenching around him, the feeling almost overwhelming. He paused for a moment, his forehead resting against yours as he tried to regain his composure.

"You feel so good," he gritted out, his voice strained. He began to move, his hips rocking against yours in a steady rhythm. His hands gripped your hips, holding you in place as he increased his pace. You could feel the sweat beading on his skin as he moved above you, his body pressed tightly against your own.

He looked down at you, his eyes dark with desire. "You're mine," he growled, his voice deep and possessive. "You're all mine."

He began to pound into you with a relentless intensity, his lips finding your neck and sucking and biting at the sensitive flesh. He was marking you, claiming you as his own, and you could feel the power and possession in each movement.

His hands roamed over your body, touching and caressing every inch of you. He was everywhere, his body enveloping yours as he continued to move above you. His breath was hot against your skin as he whispered words of desire and possession in your ear, his voice ragged with need. The room was filled with the sounds of skin against skin and breathless moans as he continued to move above you. The air was thick with desire and sweat, the heat between you almost unbearable.

He could feel himself getting closer to the edge, the pleasure building within him. He could feel your body responding to his every move, your own pleasure mounting almost to the breaking point. He could feel you clenching around him, and he knew that you were close. He shifted his hips, angling his body to hit the spot that he knew would drive you wild. He watched as you arched your back and cried out his name, your body trembling beneath him as you came undone.

The sight and feel of you coming apart beneath him was almost too much for him. He growled in pleasure, his hips losing their rhythm as he chased his own release. He pistoned into you, his movements becoming more frantic and desperate. He was so close, so close to the edge. And then, finally, he reached the pinnacle, his release crashing over him like a tidal wave.

He shouted your name, his body trembling with the force of his orgasm. He collapsed on top of you, his breath coming in ragged gasps. His body was slick with sweat, and he could feel his heartbeat pounding in his chest. He lay there for a moment, his body still trembling with the aftershocks of his release. He could feel your body trembling beneath him as well, your own breathing ragged and uneven. He pulled himself up, bracing himself on his arms so that he could look down at you.

His eyes roamed over your face, taking in every detail. You looked beautiful and spent, your face flushed and your eyes glassy with pleasure. He couldn't help but smile, feeling a deep sense of satisfaction at the sight of you beneath him, marked and claimed as his own. He leaned down and kissed you gently on the forehead, before rolling off of you and pulling you into his arms. He held you close to his chest, his hand rubbing soothing circles on your back as he tried to catch his breath.

"That was incredible," he whispered, his voice ragged and hoarse. He wrapped his arms tighter around you, pulling you even closer to him. "You were incredible."

You could feel the thump of his heartbeat against your ear, a steady and soothing rhythm. You snuggled closer into his chest, feeling safe and loved in his arms. "So were you," you murmured, your voice soft and drowsy.

He chuckled softly at your response. "You have no idea what you do to me," he said, his voice low and sultry. "You drive me crazy, you know that?”

He ran his hand down your back, his touch gentle and soothing. "I can't seem to get enough of you," he continued. "I want you all the time, in all the ways. I want to make a family with you, to have kids with you."

You could feel his body stirring against yours at his words, the heat and desire in his voice making your heart skip a beat. "I want that too," you whispered, your own voice trembling with emotion.

[zwhoreo]

thoughts on headcanons on how luffy would be with a shy gf / trying to bring the girl he likes out of her shell / not be nervous around him???? i like to envision him being the initiator sometimes simply bc i myself am so ridiculously reserved… the idea of him and his partner balancing each other out / teaching each other to be more outgoing and free spirited vs less rambunctious and reckless…. it makes me v happy ALSO i hope its ok to send another ask so soon, i love ur work !!! @ v @ ;;; no rush or pressure to answer !! :’’>

hana!!! tysm for all the support, i rly appreciate it, I’m so glad you like my writing :’) you can send as many asks as you want!! i’m pretty busy with work/school prep rn so requests are taking me some time, but yess please never hesitate to submit one if you have an idea <333

coming out of your shell - luffy x f!reader headcanons

fluff

summary in request, how your dynamic might work with luffy if you’re a bit more reserved, how he helps you come out of your shell, and the kind of balance you two give each other in your relationship

words: ~750

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You love Luffy an indescribable amount, and somehow he loves you back tenfold.

This boy loves you so much that he rarely wants to be without you, sticking to you always, pulling you along with him everywhere, talking loudly in your face because he’s excited by the closeness

you’re intimidated by that love so much, you were a bit shy and didn’t know what to say

But god, there’s something about him that just changes you, makes you feel fuzzy on the inside. He calms you. You become comfortable around him so fast, eager to be in his arms

But sometimes it’s too much, his loudness. You’re trying to relax, have a break from the outside world, but here’s Luffy wriggling on top of you, so full of an energy you can’t believe, it’s all too endless.

“Hi, Lu…” you murmur softly in his mouth as he kisses you for the hundredth time.

At first it was hard, he’s so unlike you, he’s unlike anyone, really, that you’d ever met

You hadn’t imagined yourself ending up with this kind of intense extrovert

But Luffy knows you like quiet sometimes, and when you’re feeling tired and want some time to yourself, but if he really wants to hang out, you can say, “hey Lu, wanna take a nap?”

He’ll be so excited to come cuddle on top of you while you read or look out the window, going to sleep quickly, letting you soak in the comforting warmth of his body in stillness

Luffy is attached to you. If he goes somewhere, more often than not you’re along for the ride.

He squeezes your hand, his own so sweaty with excitement, running and dragging you along with him, wanting so badly for you to be as excited as he is.

He talks to people on the street, bouncing on his feet, voice loud and overflowing. You cringe at his boldness, many times, you can’t imagine acting like that.

But he’ll motion you over, and gush about how his new friend HAS to meet his beautiful and perfect and fun girlfriend, he’ll hug you and he’ll want you to talk to his friend and when your voice is small he pats your back and pulls you a little closer, he wants you to make lots of friends, just like he does, because it makes him happy and he wants you to be happy, too

And when you start to conversate, when your smile comes, he grins so proudly and afterwards he’ll reward you with a big, sloppy kiss

Because even though the concept of shyness greatly confuses him, he knows these types of things are big for you

When he wants you to speak, he’ll look at you, turning his head over his shoulder and making a small, giddy sound.

He’ll squeeze your hand which of course he’s still holding, he wants to remind you that you’re safe

But you can balance him out, too. If he comes up to someone who you know doesn’t want to talk, if he’s bothering them and it’s clear on their face but Luffy doesn’t know, then you’ll gently pull him away into a hug and whisper, “hey, looks like they don’t want to talk right now…”

He’ll be a little disappointed but you’ve helped him understand stuff like this

Luffy LOVES adventures

He wants to take you on all of them, even when you’re scared or anxious

There’s that hand holding again, or maybe he’ll link his arm tightly with yours, knowing that the closeness of his body will make you feel safer, bolder

It does help, he’s infectious, invigorating. He’s inspiring in the way he charges ahead, and you want to feel so free like he seems to, always

So you try to be like him, going out of your comfort zone, finding joy in the things you fear

When you’re scared, he’ll hold you. He’ll lift you onto his back or press you close against his chest

And when it’s too dangerous, when your anxiety is right, you can hold his arm, tell him to please just stay with you, and he’s learned (probably the hard way) that sometimes you can be right about these things, you can see what he won’t

It’s a perfect balance, you and Luffy. An unlikely pair, two polar opposites, and yet you share so much, you fit so well. He loves you for that, and he’s going to help you, always

[a060403]

𝐓𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐝.

𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: R18, smutt, afab!reader, female!receiving, p in v, explicit language, slapping, cum licking, heavy smut, not proofread, grammatical errors, oneshot

✒ 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝐀/𝐍: Hello, I hope you enjoy this piece. I'm sorry for the grammatical errors ahead, English is not my first language but I do try to fix it.

𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐃𝐍𝐈!!!

☞ 𝐄/𝐂 ➤ 𝐄𝐲𝐞 𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐫

Miguel was passing time, chilling on their bed and reading something on his phone when his wife came in and slumped her body onto the bed.

“You okay, mami?” He spoke softly, giving her his full attention. She heaved a weary sigh, positioned herself on his lap, and sat on it. She cuddled against him, her arms draped around his neck, and mumbled the words “tired” on his skin.

“Wanna take a nap? I can sleep with you.” He brushed his hand down her back soothingly before she nuzzled her nose in the crook of his neck, forcing herself to feel content just being in each other's presence.

She mumbled something but he wasn't able to hear it. His eyes widened a little bit when she suddenly pulled away from him and stripped off her clothes, leaving only her laced bra that had a very thin fabric. Her nipples, completely showing. “Tired.” She murmured.

Miguel couldn't help but smirk as he felt her soft, warm skin against his hard-on. She was so sexy when she didn't even try. “You sure you're tired?” He let out a dark chuckle and slipped a hand under her bra, teasing one of her nipples gently, watching how it hardened under his touch. “Because this doesn't seem tired to me. It screams needy, amor. So fucking needy.”

The air was thick with lust as she leaned into her husband. His strong arms wrapped around her waist and pulled her close, their bodies pressed together in an intimate embrace. She could feel his arousal pressing against her lower region through the fabric of their clothes - a thrilling sensation that only fueled her desire further.

With outstretched need and desperation clear on her face, she began to grind her hips suggestively against him while sitting comfortably on his lap. Her eyes were half-lidded with passion, her breath coming fast as she panted lightly in anticipation. "Please," she whispered huskily into his ear. "I need you."

Her actions left no room for ambiguity; it was evident that she wanted him badly—and right then. As he stared into those mesmerizing E/C pools which seemed to reflect nothing but pure lust, something snapped inside him. The gears in his mind whirred faster than ever before as if trying to process this overwhelming surge of primal desire but he kept his composure.

“Oh querida,” he slid his hand underneath her panties and started rubbing her clit slowly as he captured her lips in a deep, passionate kiss. He continued teasing her entrance with one finger while tonguing her mouth.

As Miguel's fingers delved deeper into her wet, eager folds, she arched her back in response to the exquisite pleasure that coursed through every nerve ending. Her hips bucked against his touch uncontrollably as he expertly teased and stimulated her sensitive flesh. She could feel herself growing increasingly aroused with each passing moment—the anticipation building towards an intense climax she knew would be worth waiting for.

The irresistible combination of his skilled fingers and passionate kisses left her reeling; it felt like an explosion was imminent deep within her core. With a soft moan escaping from between parted lips, she let her legs loosen around him, drawing them even closer together while pleading silently for more. "Please... don't stop," she whispered hoarsely between gasps for air. "I need more."

He could feel her getting impatient, but he wanted to make sure she was ready for him. He kissed her softly before looking into her eyes. “I'm gonna take my time with you tonight, mami. I want you to enjoy every single moment of this.” He inserted another finger inside of her as he rubbed her clit harder and faster, making her moan louder than ever.

His fingers expertly filled her up and stretched her limits, she couldn't help but cry out in pleasure. The sensation was indescribable—an intense mix of pain and pleasure that sent shivers down her spine. She arched her back further into his touch, offering him all the encouragement he needed to continue his ministrations.

Her breathing became ragged as she approached the brink; she could feel it building inside her like a runaway train barreling toward an unstoppable climax. Her grip on him tightened reflexively as if trying to hold onto this feeling for as long as possible before being consumed by it entirely. With one last pleading look into those depthless pools which seemed to reflect nothing but raw desire back at her, she let go completely...and surrendered herself entirely to the wave of ecstasy that crashed over her in a mind-shattering orgasm.

He couldn't help but smile at her current state. He slid his fingers out of her slowly and lifted her to pull out his hard cock and line it up on her wet entrance. “Here you go, mami.” He pushed inside of her slowly, taking in her loud moans as he did so. Once he was fully seated inside of her, he started moving in and out slowly, giving her time to adjust to his size. “How does that feel?”

Y/N felt an explosion of sensation, unlike anything she had ever experienced before. It was painful—but in the best possible way. She bit down on her lower lip to stifle a cry as he began moving slowly within her; his thick length stretching and filling every inch of her tight hole.

With each thrust that drove him deeper still, waves of pleasure crashed over her in powerful undulating waves. Her body curled reflexively into his touch, begging for more even as she tried (and failed) to control herself. “Harder,” her voice strained, barely audible between breaths. “Fuck me harder.”

His hands gripped her hips tightly, holding her still as he pounded into her. He could feel his balls starting to tighten up already. “God damn you look so fucking sexy like this...” He reached down and started rubbing her clit again while thrusting deeper inside of her with each stroke. “A pretty little whore… with a pussy aching to be fucked.”

“Yes—Oh fuck!” She felt her orgasm growing closer and picked up the pace. She claimed Miguel's lips and pushed her tongue inside his mouth, earning a groan. Miguel felt his cock ache for release and slapped her ass hard, making her yelp, breaking their kiss. “Close—So fucking close…”

He could feel her cumming on top of him, and it only made him harder. He started pounding into her even faster as he felt his orgasm getting closer. “Fuck yeah... cum for me, baby. I want you to explode around my cock.” He slapped her ass again and pinched one of her nipples, making her cry out in pleasure.

Miguel felt her pussy pulsing around his cock as she came, and it drove him over the edge. He growled and slammed into her harder one last time before pulling out. “Fuck... you're so good at that.” He shot his hot cum all over her belly and chest, moaning loudly from how good it felt to finally cum all over her again.

As he caught his breath, Miguel leaned down and kissed each of her nipples gently before licking up some of his own cum off of her skin. “Still tired, mi vida?” His voice was deep and satisfied as he smiled lovingly at her.

𝐀/𝐍: I do not own any of the pictures and are solely from Pinterest.

[irisintheafterglow]

One-Shots

Gojo Satoru

You Are In Love - "you're my best friend," and you knew what it was

...Ready For It? - knew he was a killer first time that I saw him

Hits Different - it hits different 'cause it's you (or, struggling in a situationship with gojo satoru)

Never Grow Up - meeting megumi for the first time

The Archer - all of my enemies started out friends, can he hold on to you?

invisible string - the first time megumi uses ten shadows

even in my worst times, you see the best in me - being the strongest has its downsides, but at least you're suffering with him

life's no fun without a good scare - you have the brilliant idea of playing hide and seek in a corn maze against the most powerful sorcerer in the world. should be fun, right?

it's all me, just don't go (meet me in the afterglow) - satoru is jealous but refuses to admit it.

every dead end street led you straight to me - former fuckboy gojo has some things to say at the top of a mountain

i hate accidents, except when we went from friends to this! - coworkers to lovers with a healthy amount of teenage eavesdropping

he's the death you chose (you're in terrible danger) - married life with husband!gojo means cleaning up bodies at 2am.

Geto Suguru

The Great War - somewhere in the haze, got a sense I'd been betrayed

Back to December - you gave him all your love and all he gave you was goodbye

say you'll remember me - you were destined to fail from the start, so why does it hurt so badly when he's gone?

dazzling haze, mysterious way about you, dear - need some fluff after reading all the angst above?

tell me that you love me, love me 'til my lips turn blue - being partnered with suguru on a mission takes an unexpected turn

what if all i need is you? - after failed attempts to find a date to a relative's birthday party, your best friend acts as your fake boyfriend.

Nanami Kento

of daisies and collisions - nanami kento felt a little out of his element, with a small bundle of flowers sitting in his lap and brooding in the dark corner of the jazz bar. yet, you play that song he likes again, and nothing else matters.

Blurbs/Drabbles

the stakes are high, the water's rough, but this love is ours - holding satoru and letting him rest, even if it's only for a little bit

it took so long to know someone like you - he doesn't know who he is with you and it scares both of you

bad days and blanket burritos - good ol' satoru bf fluff

Imagines/HCs

And the touch of a hand lit the fuse

how gojo and geto react to their partner being obsessed with them (fluffy !!!)

Gojo Satoru

What, like it's hard? -> law student!gojo

general hcs

when he buys a motorcycle

I'm with the band -> rockstar!gojo

rockstar!gojo meet sexyy

the valentine's day show

quiet moments and teaching you guitar

awards show

Falling for you, on and off the ice -> hockey player!gojo

someone steals your usual rink slot

watching a game

living in winter, i am your summer - he's terrible at figure skating

Kachow -> professional racer!gojo

on the radio

smoke his ass! - pro racer!gojo needs some motivation after a newcomer to the track pisses him off

Geto Suguru

oops? - satoru finds out that you've been seeing his best friend

a quiet moment in the aquarium

napping with you :)

scare actor!suguru

Save a horse, ride a cowboy -> gunslinger!suguru

gunslinger!geto au

big iron - he's not the first to go after the crystal-eyed bandit, but something tells you that this one will keep his promise to buy you a drink when the hunting is done.

Theta Phi Fuckhead -> enemy frat!suguru

ancient grudge, new mutiny

move fast, keep quiet

half the things that haven't happened yet

Series Masterlists

End Game (volleyball captain!gojo x you) COMPLETED

Co-Parenting Megumi with Satoru COMPLETED

I Don't Wanna Live Forever (gojo x you during shibuya) COMPLETED

[the-froschamethyst4]

The Sun isn’t even Down

𖤐Paring: Husband! Alejandro x Tired! Wife! Readers

𖤐Pronouns: She/Her

𖤐Warnings: fluff, married couple, some hints of smut, flirting, language, kissing, badly translated Spanish, mention of children,

𖤐Summary: Y/n and Alejandro have married for 5+ years now, and Alejandro still can't get over how many times this girl takes naps

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8:00AM

Alejandro sits on the couch after waking up, he made his cup of coffee, and sipping on it as he tries to find something to watch on the TV.

As he settled with a random channel and watched it he could hear the sound of shuffling, knowing it was his wife, he smiles looking over the couch seeing her.

Messy hair, over sized t-shirt, no short or pants, and fuzzy animal slippers. She let's out a yawn and made herself her own cup of coffee.

"You look so beautiful," he says.

"I look like I was fighting with a rat...and the rat won," she says, pouring her creamer into her mug and moving to her husband, placing her mug on the coffee table in front of them, her feet propped up on the table and she hugs his side earning a smile from his lips.

As he focused back on the TV, it wasn't long till he hears soft snores. He looks down and sees Y/n passed out.

"Really? You just woke up," he whispers.

Alejandro and Y/n have been married for 5+ years, and all Y/n seemed to do in her spare time was sleep. She works of course and she puts on a fake smile and chugs close to 3 cups of coffee just to keep herself awake and an energy drink coming close behind the coffee.

She tries to stay awake at work, but once she's home kicking her heels off, she plops on the couch and sleeps for who knows how long could be an hour and could be 7, it depends on her day.

Hell there was time she came home at 6 in the afternoon and fell asleep not waking till 5:30 the next morning.

Alejandro rubbed her messy hair, she stirs in her sleep and opened her eyes.

"I was sleeping."

"You just woke up 10 seconds ago," he tells her with a chuckle.

"I didn't get any good sleep last night."

"Mi amor, you were passed out, I tried to wake you up to roll over back on your side and you didn't, so I had to sleep on the little space I had."

"Well, you hog the covers."

"You do that too, amor (love)," she just pouts as Alejandro chuckled and kissed her temple. "You're so cure when you pout," he says.

Y/n's phone started to ring seeing it was her mother-in-law, Carmen.

"Why is my mami calling you?"

"Shh," Y/n shushed her husband and rolled over her side facing away from Alejandro and answered her mother-in-law with a yawn coming out.

Alejandro just listened to Y/n as she spoke to his mother. His mom was very loving towards Y/n, Alejandro was very nervous his family might not like her, but boy was he wrong.

If Carmen wanted to, she'd probably would've adopt Y/n.

"Mami!" Alejandro says next to Y/n's ear.

"Yeah, that was your son," Y/n says, picking at her overgrown nails needing them to be cut and polished. "She says hi."

"I wanna hear her say that-MAMI!" Alejandro took his wife's phone, she allowed him to take it and she rolls over to face him. "Mama, por que no me llamas? (Mommy, why don't you call me?)" He whines to his mother.

Y/n could just barely hear her mother-in-law. "Ocupado! Desde cuando? (busy! since when?)" He says. He groans and gives the phone back to his wife who kept talking to each other on their pervious topic.

"Rude," Alejandro says as Y/n shooed him away.

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10:13AM

Alejandro was getting ready for him to go to the gym, putting on a sleeveless shirt, gym shorts and his tennis shoes. He found his headphone making sure they were connected to his phone.

He jogs down the stairs seeing the channel was changed to something else, he smiles and leans over the couch, seeing his wife.

Asleep

Of course. Alejandro scoffs and gently taps her butt jolting her awake from the sudden smack on her bare butt. She smacks his hand away earning a chuckle. She jokingly took her slipper off hitting his arm.

"Asshole, I was dreaming about the beach," she says.

"I know, amor," he leans over the couch kissing her cheek giving her one more pat on the butt and walking to the front door. "I'm heading to the gym...do you want me to help you with the garden?"

If Alejandro mentions something like helping with the garden or having to do anything around the house, Y/n will usually stay up and do it.

"Huh? The garden? I mean...I can do it..." she says, popping her head over the couch to look at her husband.

"You sure?" She just nods. "Okay, I'll be back," he says, walking out of the house.

Y/n rubs her tired eyes and goes upstairs stretching and getting some clothes on. A black tank top and some jean shorts.

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12:00PM

Y/n tried to stay awake as she was digging some holes in the freshly de-weeded garden patch. Alejandro spent all day yesterday taking out weeds, a watering the dirt to make it easy for Y/n to plant in the garden and with the rain from last night also helped.

Y/n teared the seed packet of sunflowers and planting them. She sits on the knees wiping sweat from her forehead, she took a swing of her water when something soft brushed against her.

She turns seeing the neighborhood street cat brush up against her. He didn't belong to anyone, but she called him Pinto Bean or Bean for short, his little paw pads look like Pinto Beans hints his name.

She coos at him and picks him up kissing his soft head. No one else can pick him up scared he might be carrying around diseases or something, but he loves Y/n because she feeds him and give him attention, but still let's him roam around.

She placed him back on the ground and he stayed with her the entire time she was planting the garden. She could hear a loud exhaust, she looks up seeing Alejandro pulling into the driveway.

Bean stayed by her as Alejandro popped out of his car.

"What's the cat doing here?" He asked.

"He's helping, leave him alone, Alejandro," Alejandro doesn't like the fact that Bean comes around looking for food and attention from Y/n.

"Go shoo-"

"Alejandro!" Y/n smacks her husbands leg. Bean crawled onto Y/n lap as she was still putting seeds into the ground.

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Alejandro sat in a lawn chair with water in his hand as he watched Y/n, she bends over in the dirt planting tomato's next. He watched as her butt was on display in front of him, he couldn't help but smirk.

He gets up and walks behind her, she sees a shadow loom over her. She looks up to him standing over her.

"What?"

"You just look so sexy, all dirty, sweaty, the sun beating on you, you small huffs of breaths...you drive me insane, amor," he bends down kissing her lips, cupping her cheeks to deepen the kiss.

"A-Alejandro, not now...please."

"Tired?" She nods as he chuckles picking her up and taking her into the house.

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5:00PM

Y/n was on the couch on her back using Alejandro's thighs as her personal pillow. She opens her eyes hearing the TV all of a sudden get loud, she rolls on her side facing the TV and watched what he was watching.

He placed his big hand on her waist gently rubbing it, and cooing at her.

"I've been thinking-"

"It' never good when you've been thinking."

"Hey now. I'm serious...I was talking with Rudy the other day and him and his wife are...pregnant..." She looks up at him knowing where this might be going. "I was wondering...if you were ever up for it...we can try?"

"Try," she sits up and looks at him. "With me always being tired, you want me to be even more tired?"

"I love you being tired baby, who cares, I'll be taking care of you anyways with our child. You carrying our child, I think...we could do it," he say, cupping her chin and pulling her into a kiss.

"Are we even ready?"

"I feel like a lot of people ask that, we are financially stable, we have a big house, I work a lot, you work a lot, we save our money all the time, I think we are," he tells her.

"Okay, so...when shall we start?"

"Now," he picks her up taking her into the bedroom.

[sukunasbow]

watching from afar, daryl dixon.

summary: in which you get bored in the prison and starting noticing a certain someone, who ends up noticing you as well!

warnings: not yet proof read!

notes: request from anon! hope you enjoy and i hope i did this right!

From day one, since getting to the prison, there’s been absolutely nothing to do. Obviously, that’s not including killing walkers and being on watch duty, but on those days when you have no duties, it quickly gets boring.

Until you started taking a liking to a certain hunter, Daryl Dixon. You’ve known him for a while now, unsure of exactly how long due to losing track of the days during the apocalypse, but you only recently started really looking at him and noticing every small detail.

For example, when you’re babysitting Judith and watching her as she peacefully naps, you might listen in to Daryl’s nearby conversations, picking out specific details about him. Or, when you’re on watch duty in the guard tower with him, you can’t help but sneak small glances his way. Despite how long you’ve known him, you’ve never actually spoken to him, aside from the occasional conversation regarding keeping watch and hunting.

Despite all of this, you don’t know that he’s taken notice of this too. He only noticed recently, but ever since, he’s started doing the same things to you. He hears you talking to Rick? He pretends to be doing something nearby, listening to the interaction between the two of you.

This all leads up to right now, your current situation, the two of you on watch, Daryl finally deciding to confront you. “Ya know I always see ya looking at me?” He says, his voice rough. “What?” You act oblivious, shaking your head before turning away from him and looking back out into the prison courtyard. “Don’t play dumb, girl. I just wanna know what it’s about.” He says, a small smile forming when you start to look flustered. “Now you’re playing dumb.” You scoff, looking at him and folding your arms and across your chest, a firm look on your face. “What?” He gives you a confused look, his eyebrows raising. “Come on. You can’t tell me that you don’t know what it means when a lady stares at you and acts nervous around you.” You laugh. He doesn’t say anything for a moment, so you speak up instead.

“It means she likes ya, Daryl.”

“You like me?” He looks surprised. Daryl knew about the little things you’d do when near him, he just never thought you’d really have feelings for him. “Yeah.” You nod, a wave of nausea flowing through you. “Oh.” He pauses, “Oh.” He repeats himself. “Oh?” You bite your lip, wondering if the chorus of ‘Oh’s’ is a bad sign or a good sign.

Probably bad. Damn.

“Okay.” He grins, stepping towards you.

“Okay?” You raise an eyebrow, opening your mouth to say something, confused at his words. “I-“ You start, getting cut off as he connects his lips to yours, causing you to let go and stop feeling tense. It’s been so long since you’ve kissed someone, same with Daryl, so the kiss is intense and desperate, the two of you craving each other.

“Wait, we have to keep watch, we can’t-“ You pull away, placing a hand on his chest to keep him back for a moment, no matter how badly you want to continue. “Fuck it, it’ll be fine.” He reassures you. Part of you wants to resist and continue your duties, but you give in quickly, opening the door of the guard tower and pulling him in for privacy.

[swee7dream]

bless up cg!renjun hcs i beg 🙏🙏

- @aeriaeri

sick days with cg!renjun huang renjun x gn!reader

author's note hello beloved ! hope this lives up to your expectations :3 dni if you sexualize age regression warnings none

do NOT let renjun find out you’re sick

he will literally end you

not actually but like

you will feel like he will because he’s beating the words per minute world record as he scolds you

he told you staying up late like you have been lately is bad for you

he told you not eating just because you don’t feel like cooking would end badly

but noooooooooooooo

you never listen

and so you get the straitjacket treatment from renjun, wrapped up tight in blankets under layers and layers of clothes

you’re on a strict diet of vegetable cream, soup, and water. want something warm? tea. something cold? no way.

literally looks like he’s on the verge of tears the whole time

hates seeing you moaning and groaning and just overall in pain :( his poor baby :(

leaves mask-covered kisses all over your face because they’re the only bits of exposed skin on your body

yes, he’s wearing a mask. he doesn’t wanna get sick because if you get him sick then how can he nurse you back to health? what if he gets sick as you’re getting better and then gets you sick again and begins a never-ending cycle? he won’t have it

refuses to let you watch tv all day even if you’re sick unlike some people

coughjenocough

reads you books aloud. picture books and chapter books, classics and fresh off the printer. if you’re ever sick and jun is not around-

first of all, the minute you text him to let him know he’ll gasp so loud the people around him will think somebody has died or something more serious

because it is serious to him

but basically, if jun is away and you gotta deal with a yucky sickness on your own, you can rely on a collection of audios of jun-voiced audiobooks and lullabies that he gave you as a gift after the first time you were left alone

about that time, he cried.

not even being dramatic, he actually cried

hearing your Little voice shiver over the phone, your teeth chattering... if he closed his eyes he could see you curled up in a fetal position with a clogged nose and no strength to even use the restroom.

he was heartbroken

he honestly felt like a failure to leave you alone when you needed him most

once you were no longer under the weather you tried to console him, telling him there was no way he could’ve known you were going to be sick while he was gone and that after a nap you slipped out of Little Space and managed to nurse yourself to health but he wasn’t having any of it

he’s so stubborn sigh ..

but since then, every time you get sick with him around you can always hear a hint of a smile in his scolding because yeah, you might be sick, and yeah, it's probably because of your poor health decisions when Big, but at least he’s here to take care of you this time