#Pillow fluff

[kittyfuckincheshire]

💥 DIRTY TALK 💥 bakugo x reader

Smut,fluff,dirty talk,Slightly public. 18+ guys,and gals 😽

how it got started you were unsure,but he began teasing you more with his words rather than with his hands.

Some of the things he said embarrassed you,weather or not it was whispered in public.

Other things crawled down your spine tingling in your lower belly. Lust blocking with in you.

Your brain and body were surprisingly working together as he confused and teased you with his new cues and words.

Teasing you in public was one of his favorites. The dark embarrassed blush that came so quickly. He couldn't get enough of it.

"look at you (y/n).you a sweet good girl to everyone". Bakugo began,eyeing some of the crowd around trying to get you, eyeing around as well to see what he was looking at," it would really be a shame if I had to taint your Pyrenees in front of them~, now wouldn't it?

He'd whisper real close to your ear so only you could hear him. The easy his voice curled inside your head made something little in you alight with arousal.

"your looking really cute in that new skirt". "Would you mind if I take an look underneath"?,he purred innocently, how about I take my hand and make you feel good? Stroke your folds through these panties and make a nice wet spot with your arousal~.

Bakugo started scenes.in public sweetly, like he was complementing something about you but at the and it twisted with his deeper darker desires for you. but when you were at home his words were definitely out going,getting right to the point. Sometimes you wondered of he'd take you right there.

" that adds is looking mighty fine there (y/n). What's your secret?", he winked at you across the island bar in the kitchen, I think its your shaking those hips to the beat. Trying to seduce me~. Bakugo got up from his seat and rounded the kitchen island to get to you. Your little charm worked but backfired. "I'm gonna enjoy bending you aver this counter and taking this cute butt".

At times he kept his promise of pleasure. Making that ache of pleasure he started go away. But not for good no,no. You craved him more now because you can't get his words out of your head. And he brought you to the bedroom making things worse for your panties.

Hed give you Pat names. Calling you sweetheart,darling,princess and so much more.The way you responded to them only encouraged him further.

Bakugo also encouraged you to be loud and beg for him, and with the way he's been acting lately its not that hard.

" you live me this (y/n)?",When I fill you deeply?", make your brain mush and your body quiver just from one move. He asked you,not expecting an true answer He specially started thrusting into you from the behind while he whispers in your ear. What me to male you louder? To make you cry out with all those pretty moans and mewls that are ment for me?" I think you do~."

His words could reach vulgar and stressed as he tried to keep a talking as he made love with you.No longer keeping up that posh nonsense they some how made you wet and embarrassed no matter the setting. Underneath all that,there was the rough man you fell in love with a long time ago.

"Fuck",bakugo groaned,loving the way you felt around his cock," your pussy feels so fucking good around me like this. so tight and well...all for me~."

When he comes he's surprisingly quiet other than his usual short curses or groans.but his eyes tell a different story if your looking right at him. They're warm you from the inside out just as your climax over comes your being.

Bakugo accepted cuddles after sex,glad to have a break from the words. Going back to the "Actions Speak Louder Than Words" motivation. Though he whispered to you before you fell asleep or before you left the cuddly mindset.

"do you feel better sweetheart?" ill kiss every aching mark that I left on your body if you want", his voice soft and concerned for you. No longer set on arousing you.But making you fell loved more than anything.

hi guys I'm sorry this took so long its just been a really stressful week and I've been trying to get this done to so its just been long I have another on coming so plz bear with me. Bye😽

[alastor-simp]

Alastor x Reader - Sleeping On His Lap

Here is my attempt at a Alastor x reader fanfiction. Took me awhile to kinda get into his character so please don't be mad if Alastor seems a bit off. Enjoy!

Sigh, it was another eventful day at the Happy Hotel, or Hazbin Hotel as it was now called as a certain deer demon decided to change the name. You had spent all day doing certain tasks around the hotel such as helping Charlie create posters for the hotel, clean the rooms with Nifty, break up the brawl between Vaggie and Angel Dust as he had pissed her off one too many times and organize the bar for Husk as he was passed out drunk. You could have refused to do these things, but you enjoyed helping people, so it made it all worth it.

You had started working at the hotel after you had saw Charlie singing on the 666 news about the hotel and redeeming demons, only for her idea to be made a laughing stock upon everyone who watched the broadcast. You actually had mixed feelings about the whole redeeming thing, seeing as you weren't sure if someone like you could be sent to heaven, despite not being a very big criminal during your time when you were alive, but apparently doing a little shoplifting is enough to send you a one way ticket to hell. Charlie's words did inspire you a little bit, so even if you felt that you couldn't be redeemed, others probably had a better chance, so you decided to head to the hotel and ask for a job after the broadcast was cut off from the brawl with Charlie and Katie Killjoy. You were hired in a split second and immediately pulled into a bear hug by Charlie, and then introduced you to the others.

Back to the present, you began to feel extremely exhausted from moving around everywhere, so you headed over to one of the rooms with the long couches so you could take a rest. Heading into one of the rooms, you peeped around and saw that no one was there, which made it better as you really needed some peace and quiet. Heaving a deep sigh, you sat down on the couch, turning and falling back, as you laid your body down, with your head facing the front of the couch. "What a long day", thinking to yourself as your eyes slowly began to close and you were lulled into a deep sleep.

**2 Hours Later**

As you were sleeping, you felt the sensation of someone petting your head, the soothing feeling had awoken you a bit, but you quickly fell back asleep at the warm touch. You could feel that you were holding something in your dreams, and you assumed it was one of the pillows on the couch, so you brought it closer to your face and nuzzled it. "Mm, smells nice ", as the scent from the pillow was making you more relaxed, as it reminded you of a being in the middle of a deep forest. After sleeping for 30 more minutes, you slowly began to open your eyes, and try to make out what was in front of you. Expecting to see a pillow, you saw red stripes in front of you, "Huh?" As you were still trying to make out what was in front of you, a loud voice interrupted your thoughts: "Ah, awake now are we?", said a static voice above you. Eyes opening wide, you looked up from your position and saw Alastor staring down at you with his trademark smile. Slowly, you began to piece together that you were laying on his lap, and nuzzled into his chest as you were sleeping. "AHHHH", jumping up from your position, you rolled off his lap, and your body fell to the ground as you stared at Alastor in shock, as he continued to look at you with his glowing eyes, amused at your reaction. "Um, h-how long was I sleeping on your lap?", you softly asked, as your face was red, but your eyes were showing fear, as you remembered that Alastor did not like to be touch, and you happened to hug him in your sleep. "HAHA, For quite a while, darling. It was a very busy day, I assume?", Alastor said as he placed his arm on the armrest of the couch, and his hand against his cheek, smiling even wider.

Nodding your head, you slowly got up from your position, and started apologizing to Alastor, eyes aiming towards the ground and fingers twiddling together. Alastor raised an eyebrow and wondered why you were apologizing, to which you answered that you had hugged him in your sleep, and that he made it very aware that he did not enjoy physical contact from someone unless he initiated it, feeling extremely bad if you made him uncomfortable. Listening to you, Alastor's smile relaxed to a small grin as he looked at you with gentle eyes. He did admit that he was not use to being touch by others, and was quite surprised from the sleep hug, but he didn't detest it as much coming from you, which boggled his mind completely. It must be due to your kind and innocent nature that made him react different around you, as he was used to more of the common riff raff being terrified of him or trying to battle in a turf war, but how you were with him, made his black heart melt.

Feeling that Alastor was upset as he didn't respond to your apology, you quickly excused yourself and began to head over to the door to leave. A loud SNAP was heard and before you knew it, you had been teleported back on to the couch, this time being seated on Alastors lap. "A-Al, what are you doing?!", your face began to become as red as his hair, while your eyes stared at Alastor in shock. Smiling at you, Alastor moved his hand to your chin and tilted your face up: "There is no need to apologize, darling. If I had been upset about you hugging me, you possibly w̩͉͍̱̍̂̉̊o̫̼̐̎̋͜u͚͌l̳̓d̠͉̗͋̔͞'̼̳̣̼͊̏̾̾t͜͝ ͕̱͐͠ḇ̅e̙͗ ͍͓͔̱͍͛̔͌͘͞a̝̜̘̎́͒ḽ͒í̱̙̈́v̧̌e̠͠ ̢̹̜́́̈̀ͅr̲͇̳̅̽͌i̩͈̒̅ĝ̲̦̎ẖ̛̳̲͙̀͌̽͘ͅt͉̅ ͖̞͍̞́̋͛͛ň͚̫̦́͂̿͟o̱͌w̡̕" he said, as his eyes flashed for a second into radio dials. "However! I am not opposed to be touched by you. So no need to apologize, my dear.", Alastor said as he continued to smile at you widely, but his glowing eyes were looking at you softly, letting you know that he was not angry with you. Feeling shy, you turned your head away from Alastor, muttering a soft okay, as your heart was beating rapidly. "Smile my dear!" Alastor said as he moved his hand from your chin to your cheek, to have you look at him again. Baring through the embarrassing situation, you gave Al a small smile, which pleased him. "You always over do it, darling. While Charlie and I appreciate your efforts at helping the hotel, it does no good to work yourself to the point of fatigue. If you are ever feeling exhausted and need a break, don't be hesitant to come find me, as my radio tower is open to you. Understand, my dear?" said Alastor, as he leaned closer towards you, making you flustered again.

Nodding your head was enough to let Alastor knew you understood as he chuckled, while sliding you off his lap, and as he stood up from the couch. "Now then, we should probably head back to the lobby before the others get worried about our lack of presence.", He said, as he straighten his coat out, while turning towards you, extending his hand out for you to take it. "Yeah we should", as you grabbed his hand, and made your way with him back to the lobby. You were still trying to process what just happened between you and Alastor, but you feel like you both have become much closer then before, and you didn't mind it one bit.

[fcthots]

Okay but how do you think Jason would react to coming home from a long mission to see you cuddling his pillow like a teddy bear while you sleep?

❄️

He had been on a mission for days, and you knew that was part of the job. You knew it was part of the job, but it sucked. Sleeping without his warmth and comfort wasn't easy. Fortunately, you had come up with an idea. You had been sleeping curled up with his pillow. It wasn't the same, but it did the trick after a while. If you were tired enough, it was just enough to lure you to sleep...especially after you started using one of his shirts as a pillowcase.

It took over an hour for you to fall asleep, your face buried in the pillow for comfort. Jason had only walked in a couple of minutes ago. He wasn't sure if he should take pictures because you looked adorable, or if he should let you sleep.

He can't help himself. He approaches you and gently shakes your shoulder. "Sweetheart, 'm home."

You don’t open your eyes, swatting in his general direction.

"Did you miss me?" He smiles as you bury your face deeper into his pillow.

You very clearly were not awake.

"'S nice to see you too." He laughs to himself.

"Shut the fuck up," you mumble into the pillow.

Jason removes the pillow and tries to slide into its place. You finally crack an eye open.

"Oh, hi." You close your eyes again.

"Hey." He pulls the covers up over you both.

Your eyes open again. "Wait. Jason?"

"Yeah, it's me. Shh, baby. Go back to sleep."

[kneelingshadowsalome]

Will Konig eventually fall in love with his highschool sweetheart or will he dump her in his misplaced desire for revenge (and end up deeply regretting it?). I love this scenario so much. 💗

Yes 🥺

I mean he never stopped loving her. König loves her so much he can’t take it, she was always the one for him even if he lost faith in such things long ago. He just gets entangled with his revenge fantasies, the years lost, the resentment and hurt, so much so that he plays with the idea of finally dumping her on their 1st anniversary, thinking there’s somehow a way to get her out from under his skin after this ultimate retribution. (König you fool)

The thing is… She proposes to him that day.

They have their anniversary, and he’s about to dump her, and she PROPOSES.

So very sweet and shy, suddenly she smiles, and says that maybe they should get married… No, she’s not kidding...

She knows women don’t usually do this, but she just can’t take it anymore. She loves him. They’re made for each other, anyone can see that! She will always be here for him if he needs her. What does he think? Oh god, this was probably a mistake… She knows it’s a little too fast... Or is it? She’d be the happiest woman on earth if he said yes!

That’s when König finally crumbles and sees the man he has become, but he's so far in it now, he has no heart or guts to tell her what he’s done, what his plan was. He’s just like Get away from me, I’m an evil man and you need to leave while you still can, you deserve better.

And she just walks to him, face full of joy, crushes his head between her tits and says that she likes it when he's a bit bad :) That in truth he’s a bit silly too, he always had higher morals than anyone else and that if anything he’s the best man she has ever known. She won’t leave him, no way! If he needs some time with this, she’ll wait… She already waited for him all these years. She’ll always wait for him ❤️

[a-dauntless-daffodil]

Charlie: (folded up and hunched over with chin in hands) (brooding)

Vaggie: "Someone's got a lovely long face today."

Charlie: (sighs) "Sorry..."

Vaggie: "Don't be, sweetie." (sits and hunches over too, hands clasped) "What's got you down?"

Charlie: "You, kinda."

Vaggie: "Me?" (terrified) "What did-"

Charlie: "And all this." (waves at vaggie next to her) "Specifically."

Vaggie: (edges away) "Is it the 'sweetie' thing? 'Cause I'll stop-"

Charlie: "No. No, I like it." (sighs again) "Vaggie, in the wonderful, amazing, dream-like over a YEAR we've known each other now, have you ever, like..."

Vaggie: (edging closer again) "...have I ever...?"

Charlie: "Killed anyone?"

Vaggie: "Wh- No!"

Charlie: "Not even a little?"

Vaggie: "What would 'killed them a little' even look like..? I mean, sure I've thought about maiming people, and probably would've a few times if you hadn't been there, but-"

Charlie: "What about when I wasn't looking? No... sneaking out for some midnight murder sprees?"

Vaggie: "Charlie- I can't even get up to use the bathroom without you tearing up half the bed with your claws looking for me. We've had to get new sheets three times this month. And last time I took a midnight shower, I found you curled up on the floor just outside the door afterwards. I almost STEPPED on you!"

Charlie: (pouting) "You were gone when I woke up."

Vaggie: "I was gone maybe ten minutes."

Charlie: "And I was missing you."

Vaggie: "Yeah. I figured." (smiles) "So how the fuck am I supposed to be sneaking out to kill people, when I'm best friends with the biggest cuddle bug in all creation?"

Charlie: "I don't know!" (frustrated) "NONE of this makes any SENSE!"

Vaggie: ".... now I feel like I'm missing something."

Charlie: "You're not though! That's why-" (GROWLS) (yanks at hair)

Vaggie: "Okay, hey- Charlie?" (takes her hand) "Talk to me?"

Charlie: "....."

Charlie: "...why're you still here?"

Vaggie: "Do you... want me to move out?"

Charlie: "NO! Never! I, you- I don't even know how I'd-"

Vaggie: "So that's not the problem here. What is?"

Charlie: "The PROBLEM is- I want you here, but you shouldn't BE here! You're not a bad person! Whatever you did or used to do- you haven't been for a whole YEAR, and I'm just- just being stupid and selfish wanting you to stay, but you-"

Vaggie: "You're not-"

Charlie: "-aren’t doing anything bad! So WHY-"

Vaggie: "Charlie, hold on- no- you're not stupid or selfish. You've been alone, and that's not something you did anything to deserve, okay?"

Charlie: "...."

Vaggie: "You can be sad without apologizing for it too, you know."

Charlie: (slumping) "Why are you still in hell, Vaggie?"

Vaggie: (wryly) "Not like I've got wings to flutter off with."

Charlie: "You deserve them."

Vaggie: "..... thanks for saying so, sweetie."

Charlie: "It's true."

Vaggie: “Pretty sure it’s not, since I don’t have them.”

Charlie: “You should. You should have them.”

Vaggie: “I’d rather have this.”

Vaggie: (lifts their hands)

Vaggie: “Who needs wings, when you’ve got the best cuddle bug ever. Right?”

Charlie: (holds tight) “…heaven’s probably better. Full of people you wouldn’t want to even maim. That’s where you belong, not down here in hell…”

Vaggie: “…with you?”

Charlie: “Oh I’d be fine!”

Vaggie: (lifts brow)

Charlie: “Really!” (looks away) “It’d be good. Knowing you’re up there in heaven, and, happy.”

Vaggie: “I wouldn’t be happy.”

Charlie: “Sure you would.” (miserable) “It’s heaven.”

Vaggie: “Hell’s better. It’s where you are.”

Charlie: “Vaggie…”

Vaggie: “Charlie.”

Charlie: “Be serious? Please?”

Vaggie: “I am. But it's not gonna work if you don’t listen to it.”

Charlie: “Fine.”

Charlie: (deep breath) (looks vaggie in the eye)

Charlie: “Vaggie. Do you want me to try getting you into heaven?”

Vaggie: “No.”

Charlie: (voice crack) “Are you SURE?”

Vaggie: “I’m not going anywhere. I’d miss you too much.”

Charlie: “...okay.”

Charlie: (laughs wetly) “Okay. I’d. Same.”

Vaggie: “Yeah.”

Vaggie: (dabs away charlie’s tears)

Vaggie: “You’ve been feeling extra lonely haven' you, thinking about all that on your own.”

Charlie: “Maybe. A little.”

Vaggie: “…sorry I didn’t, you know. Make sure you knew sooner. ”

Charile: (laughs for real) “Don’t be. Not like I asked.”

Vaggie: (smiles) “Sorry for making you feel like you even had to ask.”

Charlie: “Um. Uh.” (clears throat) “You’re forgiven?”

Vaggie: (chuckles)

Charlie: “…and, you’ll tell me, if you change your mind? About the whole heaven thing?”

Vaggie: “I won’t change my mind, Charlie.”

Charlie: “But if you do, you’ll say so?”

Vaggie: “Mmm, kinda feels like you’re saying it like you think I will.”

Charlie: “No. I mean you can, I just… don’t wanna worry about it like this again.”

Vaggie: “Oh. Then I promise-”

Charlie: “Thank you.”

Vaggie: “-if you promise me you’ll let me know what’s going on in that brilliant head of yours.”

Charlie: “Pfft- More silly than brilliant. Didn’t wanna bother you.”

Vaggie: “Bother me? Now you're really sounding silly. You’re not the only one who’s been lonely.”

Charlie: “Huh? You? Why were you- Ohhh…”

Vaggie: “You’ve been a million miles away lately. Welcome back.”

Charlie: “Aww Vaggie! Were you missing me, even when I was right in front of you???”

Vaggie: “Don’t even.”

Charlie: “That’s so cuuuute~”

Vaggie: “Don't. You've been worse. You were impersonating a rug- You clung on so hard after I picked you up I couldn’t even get the blankets over us again.”

Charlie: “Lucky I make a good blanket!”

Vaggie: “The best. But you still gotta stop sleeping in front of the bathroom door.”

Charlie: “I can, try?”

Vaggie: “Is it really that hard to stay in a warm soft bed?”

Charlie: “It is when you’re not there!”

Vaggie: “Sweetie, please. I’ll be coming right back.”

Charlie: “…then I can wait.”

Vaggie: “Good.”

Charlie: "...."

Charlie: “Probably. I think I can probably wait.”

Vaggie: “Ugghh...”

Vaggie: (playfully bumps shoulders) (leans in as charlie hugs her instead)

[go6jo]

personally suguru is very no shirt + plaid pajama pants to me idk. when hes out of the shower and his towel is around his neck and his hair is damp and spilling down his shoulders and back, still a little clumpy when he squeezes it with his towel, his pajama pants low on his hips... then he gives u a little smile like ":) fancy seeing you here" when he runs into u post-shower at the common area by the dorms (he forgot his claw clip there) (but not really bc satoru told him you'd be studying late there so he came anyway)

( — soda bottle anon )

and he'd look so good, too. suguru is confident in his body, all sharp edges and well defined lines as if he were carved directly from stone, a statue of mars, the god of war himself, owning the scars on his chest and showing his chiseled muscles from years spent practicing and, consequently, exceeding at the martial arts, a self-made master of combat. the water droplets get caught in every crevice of his body, lingering on the dip of his collarbones then tracing a path down to his toned abdomen, slowing down as they outline every curve of his abs, down his v-line and hipbones.

anyone who looked at him right now, leaning against the doorway would've been enthralled by the sight, a godlike figure standing upright in all of his glory - mars, the god of war but also virility and sex. anyone would've readily fallen at his knees, eager to worship him but you barely even spare him a glance as you mumble a quiet hello with your nose still stuck in between the pages of your textbook.

suguru is hardly upset by your distractedness, or the lack thereof, he hadn't expected you to fall for such a cheap trick, he knows you, knows you're better than to care for such superficialities. you barely so much as bat an eye when you're both sat on the couch on movie night and he lifts his shirt over his head to tug it off of him when he mumbles something about how you're room feels like a furnace in the summer. and you show absolutely no inhibitions when the shirt he's wearing during practice is doing an awful job at concealing his body underneath it as it clings to his sweaty torso like a second skin, he tells you to not hold back and you don't. he thinks you always look entirely too tempting, chest heaving in the aftermath of your little rendezvouz, beads of sweat falling down your body and little pants escaping your parted lips. and it's all his doing. he does, however, feel your damp skin grow hotter when he slings an innocent arm over your shoulder, singing words of praise about how proud he is of you. and he means it. everytime. he thinks it's alluring really, how much more confident you've grown with each practice. you're strong and stubborn and there's always a smug smile that forces it's way to his face when you've got him with his back against the ground, looking down at him with a glare akin to that of a predator, as if you're about to devour him. he wouldn't mind it if you did. he feels you shiver under his touch when he brings your feet to rest over his lap, your body splayed out on the couch as he kneads on the sore muscles of your legs, soothing any pains you might've had, lifting both of your legs up to his lips, one at a time, to press a feather-light kiss to your slightly scraped knees. he knows what gets you going, knows the way to your heart is though lingering touches and attentive gestures, quiet words who are meant just for you whispered to your ear.

so, instead, suguru walks up to you, drying his hair on the towel wrapped around his neck and stopping once he finds himself standing behind the chair that you're sitting on, his body hovering over yours as he peeks above your head into the book you're reading "anything i can help with?"

you tilt your head backwards to stare up at him, eyes meeting his at last. “if anything, i think you might be more of a distraction when you’re dressed like that” and he would've thought that he might've had some effect on you if it weren't for the chaste smile that you cast him, not a hint of provocation in your voice either, just a light hearted joke.

he inches closer to you, reaching an arm over your shoulder to trace his index finger under the many words written on the page, eyes scanning over each paragraph as his other hand holds his hair up to prevent any water from getting on your book. he squints his eyes a little to focus on the tiny letters on the paper and you remain staring at him, a fond smile on your face as he looks so adamant on understanding the subject you're reading on. your cheeks grow warmer at how he's behaving so casually within such close proximity, as if being this close to you just feels right, familiar even. though you're just friends, intimacy comes so naturally to both of you, you should've been accustomed to it by now but everything always feels new with him, exciting.

and when his eyes shift to meet yours with a smile, you shouldn't feel the way you do, not towards a friend, anyway.

"have you, by any chance, seen my hair clip laying around somewhere" the pads of his thumbs sooth over the darkening skin under your eyes and you close your lids at the tenderness of his touch.

"oh-" you take a moment to think and your eyes widen in realization as you look down again to show him the claw clip that has been keeping your hair in place this entire time. "you can take it"

but he just pats your head once, beckoning you to lift it up "its alright." he retreats and the comforting smell of honey and star anise starts to fade away the further away he goes. your shoulders sulk instantly. “you can drop by my room when you no longer need it.”

and you're not immune to the way his voice deepens ever so slightly, his words strangely seductive as they leave his lips, body growing warmer at the prospect of what those words could've meant were you two in a different situation. you're also not entirely indifferent to the way the muscles of his back stretch under the layer of his pale, delicate yet tough skin as he finishes drying his air with a towel. you wonder what his muscles would feel like under your hands as you smooth them down his back, you imagine he would shiver when the tips of your finger brush against a sensitive spot then he'd let out the quietest of moans as you massage the soreness away. you want to feel him under you. feel his every dip, every ridge on his body. but you think that's too much to ask of a friend, you dwell on the thought that, if you were lucky enough, later tonight, when you meet him at least, you'll get to indulge in sight of him a little more.

[selineram3421]

*is sleepy but wants fluff* Fuck it.

Soft Kisses

Alastor X Chubby Reader

Warnings? ⚠

⚠ small one shot, cuddles, kisses, fluff ⚠

Today was tiring.

Swamped with work like preparing for tomorrow's art activities, cleaning up the studio, putting away art tools, and having to help make dinner after.

Alastor had noticed and tried to get you to rest but you didn't want to leave all the work to him.

You almost fell asleep while cooking!

Good thing that you were able to catch yourself and finish up what you were making.

Then when everything was done, and Niffty taking care of the dishes. Alastor swept you up, carrying you over to your hotel room.

"Alastor! Put me down, I'm too heavy!", you panicked.

"Nonsense love! You're not heavy at all. Though you do need rest!", he smiled and pecked you on the cheek.

Once inside your room, he placed you down on the bed and laid you on your back.

"Now, don't lift a finger dear.", he said and started to take off your right shoe.

"Honey, really. I can get myself settled in.", you sighed and reached to take off your other shoe, but your hand was quickly snatched up and kissed.

You blushed.

"I told you not to lift a finger.", the deer demon grinned handsomely and kissed the inside of your wrist.

Then he helped you change into something comfortable before getting you under the covers. In seconds you felt yourself start to get sleepier.

"Take a nap darling. You've been up and down all day.", Alastor whispers before kissing your forehead.

As he turns to leave, you take hold of his hand. Looking back, he can see you're fighting sleep just to keep him there.

"Stay? I want to be next to you.", you ask.

"Of course love.", he says, taking off his coat and shoes before going under the covers to join you.

You sigh in content once you wrap your arms around each other, nuzzling your head against his chest as you get comfortable. He hums and rubs your back, kissing the top of your head as you do so.

Feeling a familiar claw finger lift your head up by your chin, you feel a soft kiss. You kiss back, but it's small repeated ones.

"Sleep well."

Is the last thing you hear before you let sleep take you.

*slow, slow blink* I'm tired and want cuddles. But I don't have my body pillow, so this is the best I'm going to get.

~Seline, the person.

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ML II for Alastor🎙️

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Part 1 Part 3

It was an easy decision, proposing to Steve. Party because Eddie has been daydreaming about it since they got together, but mostly because he knew there was no way Steve would say no.

No, when a guy almost dies for you twice, chooses to move into a shitty apartment with you vs maintain financial security with his rich parents, and literally says he wants to be with you forever, it's a pretty safe bet that he's not going to say no to the idea of marriage.

All Eddie needed to do was get a ring. Easy.

Except it was anything but.

At the rate he was going, the proposal was never going to happen. He had gone through four jewelry stores in a span of three days, and he hadn’t found shit. They were all…wrong. Either too big and fancy, or too plain and generic. Nothing that Eddie could see his Steve wearing everyday.

In general, Steve just wasn’t a jewelry kind of guy. The one time he tried out Eddie’s rings for fun, he hated them. He was too hands on for anything clunky, and it was actually impressive how often he got them caught on his clothes in a twenty-four hour period.

But the simple bands weren’t right either. Maybe Eddie was just an obsessive sap, but…they weren’t special enough for someone as wonderful as Steve, and Eddie was running out of ideas.

So he called who he always did when he was stuck. He picked up on the third ring, and Eddie went straight into it, “Waaaaayne, I need help. And I needed it like yesterday.”

Wayne chuckled on the other end, the sound automatically bringing a smile to Eddie’s face, “What have you done now?”

“I’m in ring hell. I’m trying to ask Steve to marry me but-”

“Don’t tell me you already bought one.” Wayne interrupted, voice stern, “Did you?”

Eddie frowned, confused. He didn’t…he didn’t think Wayne would disapprove, not after all this time. Eddie swallowed, trying to hide the hurt in his voice, “Why Wayne, is that disapproval I hear? And no, I haven’t bought anything yet.”

Wayne sighed, catching onto it anyway, “Son, I don’t give a shit about what you two decide to do. If anything, you should have locked him down years ago.”

The knot in his stomach instantly disappeared, Eddie grinned, relieved, “Okay, first of all, rude. Second, if you don’t care, why shouldn't I buy a ring?”

“Because I have one already.”

Eddie stopped dead in his tracks, almost dropping the phone, “Huh?”

“Eddie, I know you, and I know Steve. I knew this day was coming and…I’ve been ready for it. It was my grandmother’s, but it’s from the 30s so don’t worry. It’s not too flowerly or anything like that.”

Jesus, Eddie was tearing up. He hadn’t expected that. It’s not like Wayne had ever had a problem with their relationship, he was beyond supportive. But Eddie hadn’t realized just how deep that support went, “I-I don’t know what to say.”

“You don’t gotta say anything. I’ll send it to you and if it doesn’t work, it doesn’t work. But I think he’d like it.”

Eddie nodded, forgetting that Wayne couldn’t see him,“Y-yeah, sounds good. Sounds perfect.”

“Good, I’ll send it tonight. And you’ll tell me how it all turns out after, right?”

“Of course. And um, hey Wayne?”

“Yeah?”

“I love you man.”

He couldn’t see it, but Eddie could hear the smile in his voice, “I love you too kiddo.”

Eddie hung the phone up on the high, nervously excited to see thing. He watched the mail like a hawke for the next week, grateful that Steve was out when it finally arrived. He tore into the small package, like a kid on Christmas morning. Rose gold and engraved, and already re-sized. Wayne really had thought of everything.

It was the exact kind of ring that Eddie hadn’t been able to find anywhere. Pretty but subtle, perfect for his Steve. He loved it, and he was almost sure Steve would love it too. And he wouldn’t have to wait long to find out, because he was going to do it the second he saw him.

Eddie didn’t care if it was corny, he was going to be on one knee the moment Steve opened the door. He sat infront of it, his stomach doing flips as he waited. There was really no reason to be nervous, Steve couldn’t have made it clearer that he was going to get a yes, but he still was.

Steve just had that effect on him.

An hour later, the tell-tale sound of keys in the door hit him. He scrambled into position, heart racing, as he waited, stuck between being intensely excited and vaguely wanting to throw up.

“I’m home- what are you doing?” Steve stopped dead in his tracks, eyes wide at the sight of Eddie kneeling on the floor, ring in hand.

“What does it look like I’m doing?” Eddie laughed, nervous as he watched the emotions flash across his face. He had a hand over his mouth, eyes sparkling as he looked down at Eddie, waiting for him to continue.

Words, right. He had those. Eddie took a deep breath, shaking himself out of his staring to speak,

"Stevie, you are my whole world. And I don’t go a day without thanking the universe for letting you in my life, because you made it complete. I…I never thought I would ever be as happy as you make me. You were my first love. And I want- no, I need you to be my last because there is no one else in this world that I want to be with. So…baby will you marry me?”

Eddie should have seen it coming, but that didn’t stop the surprised oomf he made when Steve tackled him to the ground. The next thing he knew he was being kissed all over his face, a manically thrilled Steve on top of him.

He grinned down at him, happy tears already falling, “Abso-fucking-lutely.”

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

more laughingstock pleaseee? 💙 💚

Yes Yes Yes i have this very small soft scribble to offer <3

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✎ for life.

ft. tighnari x fem!reader

w.c. 5.4k words

content: sickenly sweet fluff, human!reader, little bit anxious nari, mutual pining, confessions <3, reader is an amurta scholar, injuries (mild), reader is hinted to be shorter than nari, tighnari 100% has separation anxiety — unedited + not proofread.

notes: kicking my feet, crying, sobbing. please i just want a tighnari - apologies for any ooc nari there is

he’d first seen you before you’d even considered the amurta darshan. you were obsessed with nature; all the fauna and flora that there physically could be. you spent so much of your time studying in the avidya forest, it wasn’t particularly rare for tighnari to stumble across you while he was doing his patrols. in fact, you were becoming a highlight of his patrols. tighnari couldn’t help but flatten his ears to his head when he turns the corner and you aren’t sat under the same usual tree you always were. the next day you’d be sure to be there, apologising profusely to the fox as he’d became just as much a part of your routine as you had his.

you found him fascinating, albeit maybe perhaps of his ears and the fluffy tail that protudes from his lower back but also because whenever he stumbled upon you, he was keen to speak to you about your studies. he was like a walking encyclopedia and you loved it. if there was a mushroom variant you wasn’t particularly strong on, you could guarantee tighnari was. after a few meetings with him, you started to purposefully sit in spots that you knew was on at least one of his patrols. you was hoping he’d never noticed.

meeting almost daily, the two of you realised you’d never exchanged your names. you always referred to him as ‘the fox’ to your friends at the akademiya and tighnari would refer to you as “the student” to the forest rangers at gandharva ville.

“beautiful day for studying,” the familiar voice mused in a playful tone, causing your head to shoot up from your books, “what’s the topic today?”

a smile graced your lips at his arrival, his ears perked and tail swaying in the breeze. your eyes drifted down to the books surrounding you, especially the one on your lap. your smile turned sheepish, letting a little laugh out.

“actually, i’m preparing my first thesis - i chose my darshan the other day and i’ve been up to my head in classes since.” you sighed loudly and perhaps a little dramatically. tighnari quirked a brow, one of his ears twitching in curiousity; so that’s where you had been these past few days.

“oh? congratulations, that’s a big achievement,” he grinned, finding himself sitting in front of you on the grass, “which darshan did you choose?”

your cheeks flushed with heat that you blamed on the sumeru heat but it clearly wasn’t the reason. you averted your gaze from tighnari embarassedly, clearing your throat. you were officially fully aware that tighnari was an alumni of the amurta darshan, he was still the talk of the school with them referencing his works. he’s your elder now officially and that made him slightly more intimidating.

“o-oh - uh,” your obvious shift in mood made a smile crack at tighnari’s lips. he knew exactly what darshan you’d choose from the moment he met you, “i’m officially an amurta student.”

you announced it with an ounce of pride, lifting your chin high to which amused tighnari. he wasn’t stupid - not that you’d ever claim him as such. he just wanted you to hear you say it himself, his ears tingling at the words.

“i knew the answer. i just wanted to hear you say it,” he chuckled, running his fingers through his tail fur as you stared at him, flabbergasted, “did you truly think i’d help your studies in the avidya forest’s specific flora if you were going to run off to any other darshan?”

he found the sheer embarassment on your face funny but he wouldn’t voice it right now, it’d only make your fever and racing pulse worse and he didn’t want to carry you back to gandharva ville with all of your books.

“well…” your voice trailed off, fingers nimbly fidgeting with the pages before you. you huffed a little, your stubbornness coming through as tighnari looked down at you proudly. you avoided the eye contact but tighnari didn’t mind.

“can i ask for your name now?” he hummed, his question causing you to finally give him your completely undivided attention. you felt yourself starting to smile again. unbeknownst to you, he found your smile contagious and within seconds, tighnari was also smiling.

“y/n.”

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“y/n never wants to study with us anymore,” your friend poked your shoulder, the voice teasing as the rest of your friend group laughed, “we’ve been replaced!”

she dramatically threw her head back, the back of her wrist to her forehead in an “oh the agony!” moment. you rolled your eyes promptly, continuing to study from tighnari’s notes he had given you.

“when do we get to meet the lucky man?” another friend perked up, causing you to choke on oxygen momentarily. you sent a death glare across the table at him.

“there is no lucky man - it’s just more peaceful to study in the avidya forest than listen to dumb and dumber over there bicker all the time.” you nodded your head to the twin siblings, sat looking ever-so-innocent. they couldn’t fool an archon though, all they have ever done is cause mischief and chaos for everyone.

the truth is tighnari had started invited you to gandharva ville. as sumeru entered winter, the avidya forest was prone to less humid thunderstorms and more simple rainstorms with a freezing temperature. he would hate to see you get caught in one at random and freeze to death so why not come sit in his hut? at first it was mildly awkward. tighnari would sit over his desk, grinding up herbs and plants for remedies and incantations while you studied, the hut almost deadly silent other than the sound of a wooden mortar and pestle in tighnari’s gloved hands.

you wouldn’t admit it, especially not to your friend group but you spent a lot of your so-called ‘studying’ watching tighnari. you would watch the way his tail swayed in a rhythm, his hands working meticulously on a remedy that he had recently ran out of - or perhaps he was marking collei’s homework for the week and his ear was twitching occasionally. you loved the way he’d reach up and rub his ear, pulling it down sometimes as if he was grooming it.

tighnari would chuckle to himself as he watched you leave gandharva ville, your books hugged to your chest. he knew you were unaware but he knew perfectly well that you was watching him during your time in his hut. he figured you’d understand his kind well enough considering your intricate knowledge of fauna but he perhaps underestimated how much you knew on foxes. this is exactly why he’d cunningly got you researching and studying foxes, a cheeky smile on his face as he’d passed you his notes on his kind that you accepted happily.

the more your eyes scanned the yellowed pages, the more you realised exactly what he was putting you through. the characteristics of bushy tails, big ears and superb senses… it was all tighnari. the words all began to drown out your friend group’s quarrelling at the table. your tongue poked the inner of your cheek, holding back a smile at the thought that tighnari had done this on purpose. closing his notes, you began gathering your belongings with a new found urgency to speak to him.

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gandharva ville was ever busy on its feet, forest rangers rendezvousing at previously confirmed locations before they set out on their patrols for the day and the odd scholar scratching down notes into their parchment. despite the weather being beautiful and just the right temperature, you couldn’t spot the one person you was looking for. the occasional forest ranger would greet you as you passed, wide grins on their faces as they recognised you. you’d politely smile back, continuing towards tighnari’s hut.

but behind the leafy curtain, there was no forest watcher you were searching for. your brows knitted in concern, finding yourself frowning as you glanced over his belongings. he didn’t usually patrol at this time of day - in fact, this was usually the time of the day he’d be discussing collei’s studies with her.

“y/n?” the melodic hum of the young girl drifted from behind you, waltzing you around on your heels to meet eyes with her, “if you’re looking for master tighnari, he recently left to deal with a withering zone just north of gandharva ville.”

“alone?” you quirked a brow as she nodded. that sounds incredibly stupid of him, you think as you bid farewell to collei and began walking to where tighnari should ultimately be. you had stayed clear of withering zones, always sticking to the paths when traversing through the avidya forest and it was always because of the warnings tighnari would reprimand you with.

hugging the top layer of your student robes closer to your body, you couldn’t help but feel a sudden chill amongst the air. a sudden rainstorm? surely not. you frowned, catching sight of some dark fur on a nearby branch. your fingers plucked at it, holding it up to confirm that it belonged to the man you’d been searching for. was he in danger? you looked around, scanning the area for any more hints or signs that tighnari was here.

you took notice to how dry the grass was, crunching beneath your every step as you clutched tighnari’s fur in your fist. there was the sound of a bow amongst the darkness, followed by the occasional groan and frustrated grunt. a silence followed. it was like warmth washed over you, bringing over a fever as humidity returned to the area and the grass coloured lush green, the flowers flourishing once more. had that been a withering zone?

in the distance there sat a figure on the grass, shoulders hunched and defeated. his ears were flattened, bloody hands hugging his tail close.

“tighnari?” you whispered. his ears lifted, perked as you hurried over to the male, “are you okay?”

he smiled, grimacing somewhat as his gaze finds your worried eyes. he raised a hand, waving you off as you start searching his body in attempt to find where the blood came from. it certainly wasn’t from the terrors that lurk in withering zones which could only mean tighnari was injured. tighnari’s tail twitched in his hands, awkwardly looking away from you.

“it’s just a scratch, i promise y/n,” he chuckled meekly, clearing his throat as he scanned the surroundings, “although, could you help me back to gandharva ville? it certainly isn’t safe to stick around in the wild with the scent of blood.”

and so you lifted the male up, wrapping one of his arms around your shoulders as you both stumbled back to gandharva ville in the most ungraceful manner possible. the height difference between the two of you most definitely did not help. he’d been out long enough now that gandharva ville was basically empty - people were sleeping by now and you’d narrowly avoided the night patrols. you could feel tighnari’s muscles relax when he realised he could make it to his hut without people seeing him in such a fragile state; hell, it was killing him to allow you to see him like this.

tighnari was quick to settle onto his bed, groaning out as he finally let his tail drop and you could catch the gash he had on his side. you scowled, surveying his hut that you had been in many a time now. you figured you’d know it well enough, wandering subconsciously to his desk. tighnari watched, a little perplexed at what you could possibly want by his desk but he watched you tiptoe, fingertips dancing and gripping at a vial of cream on one of the highest shelves. your spare hand was holding your weight up against his desk and tighnari swallowed the lump in his throat.

he wasn’t sure what he found more attractive in the moment, your stubborn attitude unwilling to ask for his help reaching for something or the fact you’d just grabbed the correct vial from the numerous ones on his shelves. he hadn’t even taught you about any of them let alone include you in his remedies.

“how did you know which vial-” you cut him off with a laugh, helping him shrug off his cloak so you could look closer at the wound he’d acquired from being so stupidly bold into thinking he could handle all these withering zones alone.

“i usually end up watching you work when i’m here studying,” you mused but you were embarassed to admit it to him directly, “i remember the time a forest ranger came in with an injury on their calf, you used this one - i can’t forget it because the vial is so pretty.”

tighnari hummed, chuckling despite it hurting him. you shot a glance up at his face to catch him already looking at you as you applied the cream. you was about to question what made him laugh - perhaps a little defensively as you’d just let out some considerably embarassing information but tighnari spoke first.

“you’re just like collei.” tighnari said no more and you decided not to press on the matter if it meant you got to avoid talking about how you watched him. you dressed his wound in a bandage, fingers working ever-so-gently to avoid hurting the fox.

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“i’d rather kiss fungi.” collei puffed her cheeks, her lips pouted as you laughed at her response. you’d pulled her to sumeru city for the day with tighnari’s permission. collei couldn’t contain her excitement but she was a little hesistant on the matter, unsure if she should spend time away from her studies. you assured her that one day wouldn’t halt her progress forever and you even promised to teach her some things on the way back to gandharva ville, as her senior of course.

“why not? i thought he was pretty cute.” you giggled, raising your drink to your lips as you tapped your fingers on the table, looking around at the bustling streets of sumeru city for another possible suitor for collei.

“like how you find master tighnari cute?” her question threw you off guard, your eyes widening and the drumming of your fingers suddenly stopping. collei’s smile turned into a tight, smug grin that had you glaring in her direction.

“who says i find tighnari cute?” you huffed, letting out of a dramatic sigh - with sounds included, “kids these days.”

collei simply wouldn’t drop her grin however as she watched the way you looked away sheepishly, the tip of your nose dusted a rosey hue of pink. you were pouting your lips ever-so-slightly and your eyes wouldn’t stay locked on one thing for more than a few seconds. you could deny it all you liked but collei knew otherwise. she had been in master tighnari’s hut while you were also there studying, she hadn’t missed how you sneaked glances in his direction while he questioned her on her homework.

“collei?” a male voice chirped up, oddly a little familiar to you as you both turned in his direction, “tighnari let you leave gandharva ville?”

“oh! mister cyno!” collei beamed at the general mahamatra, leaving you even more flustered than you’d been before, “aha, yes he did - on terms that y/n teaches me too.”

cyno’s gaze flickers to you and you hold your breath, he was incredibly intimidating to you. you’d seen him multiple times around the akademiya on the way to your classes and all you could ever think was how you didn’t want to end up on the bad side of his polearm. yet collei knows him and even more so, he knows tighnari. he catches on to how stiff you’ve turned in his presence but his gaze only softens minorly. so this is the girl that tighnari will not stop yapping about in his letters? he isn’t surprised at all. he’s spent many nights drinking with tighnari and he’s heard the intoxicated ramble about tighnari’s quote-on-quote ‘ideal type’ more times than he can count his genius invocation tcg wins - you fit the ramble perfectly.

“so this is y/n.” cyno hummed, wondering if he could stir tighnari’s awful babbling even more by involving you. you quirked a brow but nodded regardless.

“it’s a pleasure to finally speak to you, general - i mean, i see you around the akademiya sometimes.” your words slowly turned into a mumble, scoffing mentally at how you struggle with social situations like these. especially when the focus was on you.

“when you’re actually there,” collei pokes with a teasing tone, “you spend more time in gandharva ville i swear.”

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you had expected all the days and nights writing theses to take its toll on your body but not like this, you sighed as you sprawled out on your bed. your whole body ached as if you had studied yourself to death but today you had submitted your final thesis - the one that determined everything about your time at the akademiya. you’d spent countless all-nighters in the house of daena, buried in books that you could barely skim through with your current attention span.

you simply wanted to sleep for months, perhaps years however that would not be wise if you were about to assume position as a scholar. you’d worked so hard for this, it’d be wrong to suddenly hibernate your life away in celebration of it. despite your mild joy at the situation, you couldn’t bring yourself to celebrate. your body simply would not move, lacking energy you’d have any other day. as much as you wanted to celebrate, you wanted to see tighnari and tell him about your final thesis more.

it had been months since you’d visited gandharva ville and with tighnari’s lack of presence outside of the avidya forest, you hadn’t ran into the fox at all. your fingers twitched suddenly, as if craving the male’s company. you scowled, turning your head to admire the night sky outside of your window. he most likely wouldn’t even be awake right now even if you did drag your sorry ass out of bed but it had been too long since you walked barefoot along the grass on your way ro gandharva ville, basking in the sounds of nature.

you didn’t truly grasp how much you’d missed these minor feelings until you was doing them again, retracing your steps to the familiarity of gandharva ville. fireflies danced in the clammy air of sumeru’s night, summer barely around the corner as temperatures began to rise again. you hadn’t even reached gandharva ville when you landed sight on someone amongst the leafy greens of the avidya forest and he too noticed you. there was a flush of warmth running through your blood like a spur of energy, heart racing at the sight of him again. there was no conscious decision as you ran towards him, grinning at the sound of his laugh as he hugged you tight, the two of you almost toppling over at the force of your hug.

“well look who it is,” tighnari teased, a hand on his hip as you awkwardly separated from the hug, “isn’t it amurta’s newest scholar?”

“how did you know?” you tilted your head, watching how his ears twitched and lowered slightly.

“did you forget that i know cyno?” he hummed and suddenly you remembered well enough, “not only that but disappearing for months? i could only assume you were in the stages of your final thesis.”

tighnari would not admit it to you but the past few months had been nothing but living hell on him. he craved your presence daily, still checking every spot you had been known to perch at on his daily patrols - even going as far as taking both the morning and evening patrols in hopes of seeing you. he knew you could just as easily turn up at his hut but he figured you’d spend your time in a much quieter spot like the ones he met you at but he never found you. there was never even a sign that you had been there.

so he began desperately writing to cyno about you, asking if he’d seen you around the akademiya by pure chance. tighnari couldn’t bear the idea that something awfully had happened to you even though he knew you had studies to prioritise. something could have happened to your family, anything. he had to be reasonable. little did tighnari know, cyno had already been keeping his watchful gaze on you from across the house of daena or puspa cafe. he kept his eye on how you’d work yourself to death to finish your final thesis - he kept those details to himself however. tighnari was becoming an avid worrier about you, fidgety at even the slightest mentions about you. the least he could do was hold his tongue on things he knew would spiral tighnari completely out of control.

“i definitely did not forget that you knew cyno.” you muttered, looking down at the ground between the two of you. tighnari’s tail swished in amusement. of course you’d forgotten when you had so much studying on your hands.

tighnari wouldn’t know how painful the months were for you, on the other hand. he wouldn’t know how you piled yourself in books only to lose focus the second you pulled apart the pages. the text looked nothing like his handwriting, you’d think, slamming it shut in a futile attempt at keeping tighnari alive in your memory. if you could focus on a book for more than a few words then it wouldn’t be long before your thoughts drifted away, daydreaming of a much simpler time when you would sit on the grass with tighnari and bask in the sunlight.

you thought back to the times he’d mentor you - except he never liked to call it that because he never wanted to take the role of your mentor. you recalled all the patrols you’d tagged along on, your feet aching but you couldn’t care less as long as you had tighnari with you. all so you could watch his tail wag as you walked, his ears turning at the slightest of noises. he was always so aware, ensuring he never got you into danger once. because what would tighnari do if you’d got hurt under his protection? he couldn’t grasp how guilty he’d feel at the mere thought of it.

the silence between you both was deafening other than the small huffs of breath you took from your run to him. tighnari’s sweaty hands clenched the fabric of his cloak just as you played with the hem of your skirt, the two of you blurting out “i missed you” at the same moment. taken back, the two of you let out nervous laughs.

“y/n can i be honest with you?” tighnari asked in light of the situation. you nodded, the rate your heart was going at could break your ribcage, “i really like you - and i want something with you but-”

“foxes mate for life and that’s a big commitment for a human?” you finished his words, a lump in your throat as tighnari’s eyes met yours. he looked bewildered, brows knitting.

“yeah… i- how did you know?” he stumbled his words a little. you hadn’t exactly rejected him so he couldn’t feel down at the bottom but his ears flattened in worry that you caught onto quickly.

“i borrowed your notes once and you’d left that specific part highlighted unlike the rest,” you studied him just as much as you studied his works, you mused to yourself, “i really like you too, nari.”

he didn’t know which part in particular had made his ears perk up as quick as they did or made his tail wag as if it was caught in a windstorm but he admired you more than he had ever done before - not only that but you called him by his nickname. not tighnari and certainly not master tighnari as collei had once got you to jokingly call him but nari. your face met the material of his clothing once more as he pulled you back into his chest, his arms tight around you. he buried his face into your soft hair, drowning himself in your familiar scent that he’d been longing for so long.

at that moment, tighnari couldn’t care about the rustles of nearby bushes or the splashes of a frog leaping through a puddle not far from your feet. he simply cared about your touch and warmth at his fingertips.

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you hummed, tapping your pen against your lips as you re-read the text in front of you again. it must have been the fifth time you had read the same sentence but it wasn’t quite sticking. you were growing frustrated, after all this particular textbook was key to your ongoing research into the origins and scientific families of the kalpalata lotus.

“i can almost hear the cogs turning in your head.” his voice chimed as the leafy curtain of his hut lifted, the fox stepping out into the sunlight with a wide arm stretch. you’d risen early to accompany collei and some forest rangers on a patrol in tighnari’s place, letting him sleep longer than he usually gets. after the patrol was over, you’d opted for sitting outside his hut with your studies instead of hovering over his desk.

“can your brilliant hearing read this damn sentence for me?” you replied with sass, too tired for his taunting this early in the morning. tighnari chuckled, brushing your hair back with his hand before he placed a kiss to your forehead.

“it’s not even midday and you’re like a boiling pot of water on a stove, dear.” tighnari could tease you all day if it was permitted but he knew your boundaries. you sighed, exasperated as you realised you’d began to overwork yourself again. the pen you was holding found its way onto your parchment and tighnari’s lips curled into a smile as you wrapped your arms around his waist.

“you know, i could always do with a research partner.” you mumbled into his stomach. tighnari raised a brow, running his hand through your hair.

“is this your way of inviting me to do a research project with you?” you nodded wordlessly in response to his question, listening to his hum as he pretended to debate your offer, “i don’t see why not. not many scholars get to say they’ve released work with their partners, after all.”

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[daisies-daydreams]

Hi!! May I request some fluff with John Price? Him and the reader (his wife) just having a pillow talk late at night when neither of them can sleep? Tysm! Love your blog💗

Pairing: Husband!John Price x Wife!Reader Category: Fluff Warnings: A Pinch of Angst Word Count: 1k+

Author’s Note: Aw, you’re so sweet. 😊 Thank you for your request! I’d be more than happy to write some fluff about Price and his lovely wife. I hope you enjoy!

MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS DNI (I know it's fluff, but I'm still putting it here)

You groaned quietly, wanting to shove your pillow into your face. You’ve been tossing and turning beneath the covers for what’s felt like hours. You glanced over at the dim light of your alarm clock.

1:05 AM

You gripped the sheets between your fingers, nostrils flaring with irritation. Ironically, you’ve been exhausted all day and couldn’t wait to crawl into bed with your husband, John. Now here you were, wide awake and twiddling your thumbs. You were snapped out of your thoughts when you felt a rough hand lay on top of your head. You hummed as John rubbed your hair between his long fingers, the pleasant sensation calming you instantly.

“What’s wrong, love?” he whispered, with voice hoarse with exhaustion. You sighed and turned to face him. His rugged features were mostly shrouded in darkness, though you could still make out his deep, cerulean eyes.

“Can’t sleep,” you grumbled. He grunted as he continued to brush his fingertips through your hair.

“Me neither,” John admitted with a quiet chuckle. You smiled, your vexation melting away as he shifted closer to you.

“Penny for your thoughts?” he questioned, his hand now stroking down your cheek. You twisted your lips, rummaging through the corners of your mind. You made a small noise when one thought finally stood out.

“I haven't read-let alone watched anything in a while. Been too busy with...well, everything," you laughed exasperatedly. He smiled and exhaled through his nose.

“Isn’t that the truth. It’s been a pretty hectic month for the both of us,” he commented. You nodded, twirling your finger in the sheets. John had been away on a month-long mission while you had your own tasks to attend to back at home. Life didn’t stop while he was gone. You bit the inside of your cheek, eyes flicking up to his face as you shifted your focus.

“What about you, hun? Read anything new since you got back?” you asked as you moved to prop your head up with your arm. John’s brows raised while he scratched his chin.

“Hm…I don't know. I think you’d find it rather boring,” he hummed amusedly. You tilted your head and squinted your eyes.

“Try me,” you poked your finger at his side. John chuckled.

“Well, if you insist. Today, I just started reading Game to Coarse: An In-Depth Guide to Fly-Fishing,” he replied. You quirked a brow. He laughed, his broad shoulders bouncing while the corners of his eyes crinkled. “Told you,” he chuckled. You pursed your lips.

“In the years we’ve been together, I never knew you had a penchant for fly-fishing,” you said. John gave you an incredulous look.

“Really? It’s a fascinating hobby-well, it’s more of an art, I’d say. It’s no wonder Izaak Walton called it ‘The Contemplative-” his words were cut off when he watched your face fall into your plush pillow. A sudden snore erupted from your lips. “Love?” he asked with knitted brows. You remained limp, your breathing steady. You suddenly tilted your head to the side. Your face was plastered with a wide, mischievous grin. John blinked before erupting into a fit of hearty laughter.

“Cheeky little thing,” he chuckled. You giggled while he snaked his hands around your waist.

“John!” you squealed when your husband suddenly pulled you closer to him. You blushed as he pressed light kisses along the side of your face. His thick beard and mutton chops tickled your soft skin as he moved down towards your chin. The smell of cigar ash and aftershave, the smell of him, made you sigh happily. John slid his face back to look at you. His eyes were soft and full of warmth, his chapped lips slightly parted.

“What?” you giggled. His smile grew before he leaned forward, pressing his lips tenderly to yours. You sighed, letting your eyes close while you reached your hand around to splay across his taut upper back. Your lips caressed each other sweetly, the world melting away with each second that passed. John pulled himself away, one of his hands coming around to tenderly cup your cheek. Your pupils were blown as both of you parted.

“You’re so beautiful, you know that?” he whispered, his thumb softly stroking your cheek. Your face burned as your heart skipped a beat.

“John…” you breathed. Your husband smiled before planting another deep kiss on your lips. He felt like sunlight pouring across your skin, warming you to the bones.

“Seriously, how’d a bloke like me end up with such an amazing, gorgeous woman?” John thought aloud. You arched your brows before pressing your cheek into his hand.

“Don’t say that. You’re a catch yourself, you know,” you winked. He chuckled, taking your other hand and kissing each of your knuckles individually.

“You flatter me, sweetheart,” John hummed. Your heart nearly burst at the seams at your pet name. His eyes suddenly seemed distant as he scanned your face, his smile falling. You frowned.

“What’s wrong?” you asked. His hand grew tense on your cheek as he swallowed a lump in his throat. He was quiet for a few moments, the words coming to him slowly.

“I…I’m just so happy, love,” John sniffed. Your eyes widened. You’ve only seen your husband cry twice: first at your wedding and second after a mission where he nearly lost one of his men. You slid your hands along his cheeks, wiping away the hot tears that trickled down his worn face. Both of his hands came up and gently wrapped around the back of your palms.

“I’m so happy. Happy that out of all the men in the world, you’ve chosen me,” John smiled before placing a chaste kiss on your forehead. You reflected his expression, eyes soft and half-lidded. “Happy that I have an incredible and loving wife to come back to after each mission,” he continued, pressing a kiss to the tip of your nose. John studied you carefully, as if he were taking a picture with his eyes, wishing to capture every small detail. You beamed as he tucked a strand of loose hair behind your ear.

“Happy that despite all the times I have to leave you to go on those long, grueling missions, you always choose to stay,” John said with a shaky breath. Tears began to spill from your own eyes as your lip quivered.

“Of course I’m staying, John,” you cried. You shuffled forward, wrapping your arms around him and pulling him into a tight embrace. You felt his body relax in your hold. “There’s nowhere else I’d rather be than with you,” you swore. He released a long, heavy sigh as he rested his face in the crook of your neck. His own arms came around to envelope you, surrounding you with a tender warmth.

The air was still and silent between you two as you held each other. He mindlessly traced his fingers along your back as you felt your body grow heavier with sleep. You squeaked when he rolled over, resting your body on top of his. You could feel your heart skip a beat while your mind began to drift from consciousness. He stared up at you with a deep sense of wonder before kissing you again.

“I love you, (Y/N),” John whispered. You smiled as you rested your head on his shoulder.

“I love you, too, John,” you breathed. It didn’t take long for both of you to fall asleep, now that you were safe and secure in each other’s arms.

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Thank you for reading! ❤️

[keeganbrainmush]

"Only you I could ever love for all eternity" ; Simon ' Ghost ' Riley x Male Reader

Side note: Peeta Mellark is the most beautiful man to exist like?? I STUDIED BRITISH SLANG FOR THIS BRUV. YALL ENGLAND MFS BETTER BE HAPPY. ALSO TYSM FOR THE SUPPORT ON THE SOAP FIC, I DID NOT EXPECT IT TO GET TO 150 NOTES IN LESS THAN A WEEK OMG TY AGAIN<33 (⺣◡⺣)♡*

ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE PLEASE FORGIVE ME<3

Includes : VERY light angst. Jealous Ghost, He loves you so much, whimpering Ghost, fiancé Simon & Reader, blowjobs, slight handjobs, begging, praise, happy crying, porn with some plot. Ghost omg. Thigh suffocation, Facial.

navigation.

You fiddled with the ring on your right hands, humming to the song playing along on the radio with Simons hand on your thigh. His pretty brown eyes were focused on the road as you felt his grip tighten slightly, something he did when he wanted to talk about but felt awkward starting. " Everything okay, Love? " You asked him, putting your hand over his and looking at him with bright eyes. He huffed and waited for a red light to finally respond. He took his hand off the wheel and ran it through his brown hair.

" That guy you were talking with earlier, how'd you know him? " He asked, putting his hand back on the wheel as the light turned green. " Oh, we were lab partners back in high school. He was stupid as shit, so I had to help him alot. " You answered, slowly catching onto what was making him seem so worried. " Why, is there something wrong? "

He shook his head, his shoulders suddenly relaxing making you realize how tense he actually looked. " Its just the way he was looking at you, it seemed like there was more than just a ' friends ' relationship. " He told you, barely above a whisper. You looked at him, you stomach slowly dropping to your stomach. Arguing with Simon was always difficult, when he makes up his mind its hard to change it.

" Pull over, Simon. " You told him, taking deep breaths. He looked at you, his eyes burning with an incomprehensible emotion in his eyes. It didn't look like anger or jealousy. Was it.. Worry? " Si, please. I don't wanna go home without us working this out. " He sighed and looked back at the road and looked for an empty lot.

It was dark out, past 11 pm surely. He pulled into a grocery marts parking lot and put the car in parked. " What's wrong, my dear? " You asked him, taking his cold hands into yours. He shrugged. He was using his plain black balaclava to the party you were returning too, in hopes of not scaring as many people. It was unsuccessful, as far as his dead stare went.

" I was just wonderin' if you two were something else before. He seemed dodgy when I came to your side. He was actin' like a knob back there. " You chuckled at your fiancés slang, his accent got thicker when he was talking about someone who pissed him off. " Si, I would never lie to you about something like that. " You swore to him, putting a hand on his cheek. His eyes were half closed at this point as he leaned into your touch. " You see this ring? " You put your right hand up next to your head. " This means I'm gonna be yours for all eternity. Not even death is gonna do us part. I promise. " Putting both of your hands on the side of his face and putting your foreheads together.

" You ready to go home now, pretty boy? " You asked, stroking his cheek bones. " Yeah. " Simon responded, smiling slightly. He put the car into drive and pulled out of the empty lot.

It took 15 more minutes of driving to get back to your flat, where there was a jumbling of keys and joking angry mutters from Simon, how you didn't need so many keys on the ring. You always replied with the same excuse " Its a key for every room! " In reality, you didn't have a clue half of them were for.

You and Simon walked into the flat and placed the keys on the counter. " I'm gonna make some tea, you want some, Love? " You asked him, putting water in the kettle and turning it on. " I'm alright, thank you. " He told you, making your way to your shared bedroom.

You scrolled mindlessly through your phone and heard something coming from your bedroom. You thought it was just the kettle messing with your head until it started getting louder, walking towards the door you put your ear to it. It was groaning. You cracked the door open to see Simon on his knees with his face buried into your pillow on the bed, balaclava long gone. He was whimpering and shuddering with his hand on his dick.

You'd forgotten all about your tea at that point, your pupils dilated. You cracked the door more to sneak your self in, quietly moving along to your side of the bed and caressing your hand over Simons arch. " You enjoying yourself on my side of the bed, are you? " You teased, your eyes looked down at him as he wasn't even phased. His pupils were blown with lust as he turned his head to look at you. " Please. Please.." He whimpered, shuddering as you snaked a hand across his waist.

" Sit down on the edge, handsome. "

He groaned and lifted himself up to sit down. " What're you gonna- " His voice was cut off as his cock made a sudden intrusion into your mouth. He gasped and moved his hand into your hair and pulled out of instinct. Moving your mouth up and down, you flattened your tongue against his shaft. Simon whimpered as his hips moved up to follow your mouth everytime you lifted off, triggering your gag reflex.

You shuddered, pulling off of him and he groaned at the loss of contact. He looked down at you with puppy eyes and gripped onto the sheets on his sides. " Please? " He shot you a small smile, his thighs shaking. You put a hand on his thigh, nodding. " Of course, my Love. " You replied, your voice hoarse and he squeezed his thighs together trying to get some sort of friction.

You took him back into your mouth, hollowing your cheeks and flattening your tongue while breathing through your nose. Simon fell to lay on his back, covering his mouth as muffled whimpers and high pitched moans fell out. " You moved up slightly to take his hand off, shaking your head. He looked at you with desire, his back arching beautifully everytime your moved your mouth. He gripped the back of your head and squeezed his plush thighs around your head.

You wrapped your arms around his thighs as you kept sucking on him. It was when he twisted his body and his hips started stuttering when you knew he was about to cum. You came off of him with a pop and wrapped a hand around him instead, instantly slick with your saliva around him. Simon started convulsing as white liquid spurted out of his dick, his back arched as his cum splattered on your face.

You turned your head away slightly, trying your best to not get it into your hair as you stroked Simon through it. He finally fell flat onto the bed and looked to the side to look at you. " I love you. " He said, moved a hand down to touch your face before realizing the liquid. " Get yer face cleaned up before I touch you? " He asked, giving a crooked smile. You nodded and caressed his thigh before getting up to go to the restroom.

Simon was so grateful it was him you were promised to be with for all eternity.

[nakunakunomi]

Hi babbeee! For your awkward event... how about 10, 12 or 14 woth Sanji? I think that would be funny uwu thanks and enjoy writing! ❤️

henlo my love, I come here providing you with a little Snooj on this rainy day. I hope you enjoy <3

☁️ Pillow talk event - Masterlist ☁️ Prompt: “I’m awful at pillow talk, so… can I interest you in some food?” Character: Sanji (OP) x GN reader (no pronouns or genitals mentioned) ⋆˖⁺‧₊☽ Suggestive content | Minors DNI | Fluff ☾₊‧⁺˖⋆

It was almost silent in the room, save for the sound of your heartbeat, still rapidly whooshing through your ears, and the pants and heavy breaths that were by now slowing down and evening out. You were laying on your back, hands behind your head on the pillow as your chest heaved with your breaths. 

You felt the bed next to you shift a little as Sanji got up, and you lifted your head to get a nice view of his back, still glistening with some sweat after the hours you had spent together in bliss today. Every single time you thought you both were spent, he coaxed one more climax out of you. Sanji was nothing if not generous in the bedroom, but all the passion and vocalness from just a few minutes ago seemed to have disappeared, as you saw him reach over to grab his pack of cigarettes and a lighter. He was quiet as he lit one, blowing the smoke away from you, towards the window. 

Neither of you made any further moves, nor did anyone speak up. You felt some type of awkwardness creep in, as you opened your mouth to say something just to fill the silence. Nothing more than a stutter left your lips though, as you couldn’t find the right words to say. 

‘Thank you for all the orgasms?’ No- horrible idea. That made it sound as if it was a service, almost. ‘That was really good?’ Well you had said that already in the heat of the moment, before your first break, when you initially thought it was over. 

Maybe you should just- 

Your train of thoughts got interrupted by Sanji shifting again, stubbing out his cigarette and putting it to the side. Then he cleared his throat, finally speaking up, and immediately diffusing the tension that had slowly been building up. 

“I’m awful at pillow talk, so… can I interest you in some food?”

You chuckled in response, feeling a little lighter with the awkward atmosphere dissipating. You sat up, leaning over towards him sitting on the edge of the bed, and pressed a kiss to his exposed shoulder.

“That sounds amazing”

[suspiciouslackofclowns]

(nsfw, 18+)

The lazy hookups have become something else entirely over the past year or so that they’ve been seeing one another.

Steve never anticipated that he’d be able to coax the rough and tough out of Hargrove, but he’s done it. He’s run him through a filter and weeded out all of the bad, leaving only soft edges behind — none of the aforementioned bad was Billy.

Just things that Billy clung onto.

There are no more self deprecating comments made in the afterglow, no more rushing to leave, no more picking fights over supposedly unwanted compliments.

There’s only Billy. Lying naked on his stomach, nuzzling into a soft pillow with the sheets draped over him. Waiting for Steve to return to the bedside with a cup of his favorite tea and crawl in beside him.

Because they haven’t just had sex in what feels like ages now. It’s almost a courtship, in fact.

One that revolves around Billy being tirelessly spoiled.

When Steve returns to the room, he sets his lover’s mug down on the nearest bedside table. Admires the sight of him sprawled out and comfortable before he delicately peels the sheets back.

Billy’s skin prickles with the wave of cool air that graces him, trailing all the way down the length of his spine. He shifts and presses his face further into the pillow with a soft sigh, which earns a smile from Steve as he climbs over him on all fours.

“You’re so pretty,” he coos. Leans down to ghost his lips against the freckle on Billy’s shoulder. “Gorgeous, gorgeous boy.”

The blond hums pleasantly as Steve brushes his curls away from his back. Presses his lips to his skin again, one of his hands coming to rest against Billy’s ribs at his side.

As more kisses trail down his back, Billy shifts to hug his pillow closer. Turns his head to the side and smiles lazily.

“Twice is typically my limit, Steven,” he says with a click of his tongue.

Steve plants a kiss near the center of his spine. Smooths his hand down to rest at his lover’s slender waist where he squeezes softly.

“Getting tingles in your tummy from a couple of smooches? That’s precious.”

He ventures lower. Caresses Billy’s hip and down his thigh, gripping lightly just below his ass and earning a small hum.

Billy shifts and tosses his hair back over his shoulders before he falls still again. Breathes a little heavier and shifts his hips restlessly when Steve’s lips reach the small of his back.

The brunet brushes little kisses over the dimples there. Massages with his hands before he palms at one of Billy’s cheeks.

“Stevie…” Billy huffs.

He exhales a needy sigh. Chews his lip and shifts his legs apart when Steve spreads him open.

Without so much as a word, Steve leans in and parts his lips. Lets the flat of his tongue slide against Billy’s already puffy hole.

A sensitive whimper leaves his lungs and he tucks his face back into the pillow while Steve laps and sucks and squeezes in all the right places. Presses his hips down into the mattress and keeps him from creating any type of friction when he tries to grind.

Billy always finishes too fast otherwise.

Within moments, it’s like their session earlier never stopped. Like Steve didn’t spend the last thirty minutes cooing at the blond and pressing a hot towel to his skin, wiping away any evidence of their shared pleasure and drying tears that were the product of overstimulation.

Billy’s shoulders tremble as he clutches the pillow harder while Steve works his jaw. Rubs and massages at Billy’s hips all the while his eyes are overflowing with tears once again.

Based on the lewd sounds he makes alone, it’s almost like he’s taking dick again.

Every breath is shaky and he gasps when Steve presses down on his lower back, reminding him to keep still when he starts to rock again.

Billy tries his best to heed the silent instruction. Steve praises him for it through gentle caresses at his sides.

The brunet sinks further and dips his tongue past Billy’s rim, spearing him quickly a few times before Billy whines and arches into him. Spills hot over the sheets and flushes with warmth when Steve doesn’t immediately stop flicking his tongue.

In the few moments that Steve takes to lean away, Billy’s muscles are tense and shaking, and his breaths are shallow as they fall out of his open mouth.

Steve bites his lip and smiles as he leans over his lover again. Admires his flustered figure lying atop the newly-soiled sheets before he sweeps his hair out of the way and kisses at the freckle on Billy’s shoulder once more.

All of his muscles relax in an instant.

“That take care of the tingles?” Steve coos.

Billy closes his eyes and nods, cracking a smile shortly after.

“Mhmm,” he hums. “I have a new problem now, though.”

For emphasis, he shifts his legs, and there’s a faint, wet sound from between his thighs. Steve chuckles and lies flat on top of him, pressing him down into the mattress and earning a soft huff.

“So messy,” Steve tuts.

Billy tsks.

“As if it’s my fault.”

“You’re right, it’s my mess, huh?” Steve noses softly at Billy’s curls, ghosting his fingers over his ribs at either side. “I’ll get you cleaned up and comfy again. Promise.”

At that, Billy hums satisfactorily. Peaks his eyes open when Steve pushes himself up and climbs off of the bed.

“Pour me another cup of tea, too, yeah? I can’t drink it lukewarm.”

The brunet chuckles, but grabs the mug from the nightstand anyway. Gazes fondly down at his lover before he turns to pad out of the room.

“Anything you want, my love.”

[sirazaroff]

I've been meaning to make something like this for a bit now, as a reference but also a fun exercise. There's something real amusing about comparing canon to your own takes. Would you guys still see her as Velvet or is this a stranger bun? 🤔

[thechaoticdruid]

You make one post about wanting to snooze on Astarion's thigh pillows and everyone loses their minds.