#and cupping hazel’s face too 🥺🥺

[two-hands-toward-the-sun]

I NEVER REALISED FOXGLOVE WAS HOLDING WANDA’S HAND DURING THIS MOMENT 😭💕

[ptergwen]

Can I get an Arvin imagine where the reader tells him that she's pregnant after they've been trying to have a baby for a few months? I'm just in a fluffy mood 🥺

we did it

warnings: one swear but this is literally all tooth rotting fluff

a/n: eep i missed writing for arvin :,) loved loved loved this so much

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you watch your husband’s worn red truck pull into the driveway, a grin stretching across your lips and a hand on your stomach that’s soon to be growing.

he steps out of the car with a smile matching yours. he’s been at work for the better part of the day, so he’s very much looked forward to coming home to you. you’re his entire world, the reason he does it all.

whistling a happy tune, arvin sticks the keys into the hole and jiggles the door handle. you race over to greet him.

“arvy!” you squeal as you practically tackle him, arvin chuckling lowly. his calloused hands settle on either of your sides to keep you in place. “slow down there, darlin’.”

he lets his grip move to your hips, thumbs kneading your skin over your sundress. your arms loop around his neck.

“somebody must’ve missed me a whole lot,” arvin observes. he gives you a sweet peck on your lips and nudges his nose against yours. “i did,” you mumble, getting onto your tiptoes to press your forehead to his.

arvin bites back another smile at this. he bends down a bit so you reach him, both your foreheads now touching lightly.

“missed you, too,” he breathes out. “hate bein’ away from you so long.”

you capture arvin’s lips in a proper kiss, fingers creeping up the back of his neck and into the slicked back hair that isn’t covered by his signature cap. arvin kisses back in no time, arms slipping around to hold you by your waist.

the two of you break apart after a few moments, each gazing into the other’s eyes with only pure love and adoration for one another.

love.

“how was your day, pretty lady?” arvin wonders, fingertips running up and down the small of your back. “everything go okay at the doctor’s?”

you’d gone in earlier for your yearly check-up appointment, during which you were given some wonderful news.

a baby russell is on the way.

you can tell from the hopeful look in arvin’s hazel eyes and the anxious way he nibbles on his lip that he’s waiting for you to say exactly that.

you’ve wanted a family of your own for ages, and you both felt the time was right to start one. so, you recently began trying to do so.

“more than okay,” you nod and grab arvin’s hands in your own. “it was… it was actually amazing. you’ll think so, too.”

arvin brings your hands to stay in between you two, lacing his fingers with yours.

“yeah? why’s that?” he nearly whispers to you.

you begin to slowly guide one of his hands down to your stomach. arvin exhales a laugh of disbelief, searching for your eyes.

“we did it, arvin,” you speak softly. “you’re gonna be a dad.”

arvin takes off his cap and tosses it beside him, dropping to his knees with glossy eyes. he glances up at you, a stray tear slipping down his cheek as he gently places both hands over your stomach.

“i’m gonna be a dad,” he echoes, shaking his head. a toothy grin paints his lips. “you’re gonna be a mom… the best there ever was.”

he peppers your stomach in kisses, making you giggle and tear up yourself. arvin stands back up and draws you into a big hug. his face is hidden in the side of your neck, your fingers smoothing through his locks as the pair of you cry the happiest of tears.

“i love you so goddamn much, y/n. gonna love our little one just the same,” he promises, arms loosely snaked around you.

he leaves a tender kiss on your shoulder, you cupping the back of his head in your palm.

“i know you will, baby. i love you, too.”

[diorjadore]

hi! i hope you're doing great this is my first time doing the ask thing and i feel really awkward haha but i had this really cute idea maybe you can expand on that? whenever you have time?

so basically the reader and vin just made it official and the reader hasn't had their first kiss yet but she wanna kiss him so like she just pecks him and then gets all shy and confesses that this is her first kiss and he thinks it's so cute and funny so he's just it's okay i'll teach u baby (!!! 🥺😭) and then he kisses them slow lik showing her how it's done

“Wait, are you saying yes, Y/n?!” Vinnie asked while holding your hand, as each second passes it tightens in excitement at your supposed answer.

“Yeah, I’d love to be your girlfriend,” you sheepishly smiled, wanting to hide your face but you couldn’t because he was gripping it tight. He pulled you in and wrapped his slender arms around you, his heart beating so fast you could feel and even hear it.

“Uhh I guess, thank you. For asking, you know. That’s really sweet and thank you too for waiting,” you laughed and pressed both your hands on his chest and tiptoed to leave a chaste kiss on his lips, barely touching but you swore you felt the softness of it and not to mention the spark it caused to your body. “I’m sorry…I don’t know why that was so bad. I wanted to like really kiss you on the lips but I haven’t done that yet so I don’t know. I’m afraid,” you laughed again but now cheeks red from embarrassment.

You bit the inside of your mouth due to the nerves and looked away. He cups your face and pouts, if he ever found you beautiful and adorable before and thought that was it, he was so wrong. His girl, wow he likes the thought of that, continues to surprise him every day. He was aware you’ve never gone far with a guy but he didn’t realize that never literally meant never. “It’s okay, my sweet girl. I can teach you.”

You looked into his beautiful hazel and brown eyes and saw as if he was asking for permission to kiss you, both of your hands still in the same position. You nodded and he pulled you in slowly, both of your eyes slowly closing to focus on the feeling and this moment. His warm lips colliding with yours and you swore you felt the whole world spin and time stop. He lead you as he moved his lips to softly suck on your bottom ones, you copied his movement and moved through the rhythm. And soon enough, as if instinct, you were leading the both of you to the kiss. You don’t know how long you’ve been kissing when you smiled into it and pulled away, trying to catch your breath as you pressed your forehead to his chest. You and Vinnie chuckled at this blissful, euphoric feeling and you started to wonder why did it take you so long to melt your lips with his.

“I think I’m addicted to kissing you now,” you looked at him and then to his lips as you thumbed his bottom lip down making Vinnie chuckle.

“Easy there, baby. You’ve only had it for a day.” He pecked your lips which you chased, he smirked and then you pulled him down to you and kissed him passionately one more time just because you loved the feeling. You could honestly get used to this.

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Author’s Note: Hello! Sorry it took me so long to write this n even then it’s still short :(( I hope this was enough aaa also here’s a link to what type of kisser Vin is if you wanna read it.

[mlmxreader]

Shaken | Bruce Wayne x m!reader

@satan-incarnate-666 asked: OKAY MORE PROMPTS PLS DO NOT EXHAUST URSELF

"Look at me, don't look over there, look at me"

all bruce wayne x m!reader 🥺🥺

summary: Bruce sometimes has bad nights, which is expected given what he does and what he’s been through, and you’re always there for him. 

tws: nightmares

word count: 680

It was the sounds of harsh murmurs and soft cries for help mixed with the fidgeting beside you that woke you up, in the darkness of your bedroom you could only just about see Bruce tossing and turning beside you, a small streak of light streaming in through a gap in the curtains from the lamp posts outside, soft and golden, just enough to be able to see the silhouette of your boyfriend as he furrowed his brows and fidgeted around; you knew what it was, it was always the same thing, so you pushed down on his shoulder gently, pinning him on his back as you sighed heavily and cleared your throat. You were hardly awake, using your free hand to gently tap his cheek, whispering soft and kind things to him that you had hoped would either ease his nightmare or wake him up; a thin layer of sweat coated his chest as he jerked and spasmed next to you. It was awful when he got like this, but you knew that the best thing you could do was to at least try and put him to rest, get his mind to relax a little bit; you kept whispering those soft little kind things in his ear until he stirred, moving to sit upright, letting your hand go between his shoulder blades as he hunched over and retched. 

“Bruce,” you hummed, moving to kneel between his legs as you cupped his face with both hands, noticing his glare fixated on the gap between the curtains. “Bruce, look at me, don’t look over there, look at me. C’mon. Look at me, Brucie, please? Please, look at me?”

His gaze snapped to meet yours, going a little less tense as he sighed and licked his lips, he brought his hands to your biceps, holding onto them softly as he started to realise where he was, as he started to feel safe. A soft whimper left his lips as he said, “I’m so sorry.” 

You laughed a little, shaking your head and making the move forward to gently press your forehead against his, closing your eyes. “It’s okay… you know you don’t have to talk, you don’t have to tell me… just… do you need anything?”

Bruce shook his head, a quiet shiver leaving his lips as he moved to press his face against the side of your neck, his arms going around you tightly as he whined beneath his breath. “Do you have any coffee?”

“I got iced coffee in the fridge,” you told him gently, daring to pull away, but as you were about to move away from the bed and to head towards the fridge, Bruce grabbed you, pulling you flush against him as he fell into step whilst holding you. 

Usually when he did that, it made you laugh. Not tonight. 

You got to the fridge, and pressed the iced coffee into his hands, letting him move over to the counter; you missed the way he held you when he hoisted himself up onto the counter, but when he opened the bottle and he took a swig, you were thankful. At least he was drinking, and not just toying with it in his hands; at least he had some sort of liquid in his system to fight off any dehydration. 

“You feeling better?”

Bruce nodded, daring to crack a little smile as he tilted his head to the side; in his eyes, you could see how pitiful and hurt he was, you could see all the years of pain and misery behind them. Glowing behind the hazel. It was hard to ignore the fact that his smile was so broken, so shaken. “I’m gonna stay up for the rest of the night, I… I don’t think I can sleep.” 

“That’s fine,” you shrugged, leaning against the fridge and folding your arms across your chest. “You can stay here til tomorrow night, if you want.” 

“Thank you,” he muttered. “This is why you’re the best boyfriend I’ve ever had.” 

“I know,” you chuckled. “I love you, too, Brucie.” 

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[oreosmama]

You Use the Safeword (Haikyuu!! Headcanons)

*GIFs not mine*

Bokuto and Tsukishima Version

A/N: YOOOOO, are y’all proud of me🥺 I finished a major assignment early so I could write! Go me! I really am being an adult out here like damn😤😤. Anyways, hope you like it, and uh… Happy late Halloween? Eh, too late, just enjoy! (PS: goddamn do I miss this🥺 and uh, I searched up “humping synonyms” for this?? am going to hell, see ya there)

Word count: 1789

Kuroo Tetsurou:

In the beginning, it felt good. 

“Yeah, kitten, you like that?”

Amazing even.

“Oh fuck, Tetsu, don’t stop!”

Then it… didn’t. 

“Shit, pineapple! Pineapple!” you wheezed, shoving his hips away and squeezing your legs together. “Fuck.” You rolled onto your side and pulled your knees to your chest, trying to breathe while a dull pain shuddered through your lower half.

Without another word, Kuroo slipped off the bed and observed you, wincing at the way you shut your eyes so tightly. His hands hovered over your form, wanting to help but… just not knowing how. 

His heart pinched, thundering in a way that only came from fear. “Are you okay?” he choked out, finally letting a hand fall to the skin of your back before massaging up and down. 

“Yeah,” you nodded, “Yeah, I’m good. I just, uh, just need a minute.”

“Of course, Kitten.” In an instant, he was settling in behind you, both arms slipping around your form and long fingers pressing against your stomach. “I’m so, so, so sorry,” he peppered kisses along your shoulders and up your back, “So, so sorry, baby.”

“It’s okay, I promise,” you relaxed in his grip, slipping one hand out from between your thighs and intertwining it with the familiar one on your stomach. “Let’s just… not do that again, okay?”

Kuroo scoffed, shaking his head and curling closer around you. “Kitten, you best believe the next time I even hear you say “pineapple” in public, there’s like a 50-50 chance I’ll have a heart attack. We’re not doing anything like that for a while.”

You snorted. “Anything? Really?” 

“Well of course not anything, but-”

“I knew it.”

“Hey!” Kuroo squeezed your side, and a corner of his mouth lifted at the way you jolted. “I’m sorry. Really, I am.” His voice wavered, and you just knew that if you could see his eyes, there would be a war happening in them. Guilt and despair would be battling it out right in those hazel orbs of his. 

“Tetsu, it’s not your fault!” you reassured, hiding a grimace as you swapped sides to face him. “Now we know what’s too much, right? I promise, I’m okay.” A warm smile took over your face as you cupped his own, leaving a brisk kiss against his lips. “Don’t get all sulky on me now.”

“Never,” he smirked, wrapping two fingers around your right wrist to press a kiss into your palm. His eyes never left your face, and in them you could see worry--worry and something more.

Oh.

It was pain. 

“Oh Tetsu,” you were quick to wrap him in a hug, your arms around his neck while his hands wandered up to your shoulder blades to keep you close. “I’m okay, I swear. I know you didn’t--and you would never--mean to hurt me. Please. It’s okay.”

Finally, the tightness in his muscles faded under your hold. “I know, YN, it’s just that I hate that I’m now someone who’s hurt you. I never wanted to be that guy.” His face pushed harder into your collarbone and his teeth gritted. “Especially to you.”

You shook your head and smiled. “But that’s the thing, Tetsu. You’re not. The only thing you are to me is the man I’m in love with-”

“And your best lover.”

“…Yes, and my best lover. Sure,” you scoffed, rolling your eyes as a grin grew on your face. 

“Thank God. It’s so much better to hear out loud than to read it from your diary.”

“Tetsu!”

Kageyama Tobio:

Your safe word was simple. So simple you never thought you’d have to use it.

“Stop! Stop!”

Until now, of course.

“Fuck!” Kageyama opened his lust-filled eyes, yanking himself away so hard he crashed to the floor of his bedroom. 

You, on the other hand, groaned and pressed two hands between your legs, gasping for air while trying to fend off tears. Pain shot up your spine and ebbed into your hips where Kageyama’s hands had been. The haze of passion that had fogged the room was zapped away in mere seconds, replaced with a dead silence. 

Your boyfriend scrambled off his floor and popped back up to his feet, pausing at the sight of you with furrowed brows. 

“YN…?” His tone was slow and concerned, yet his mind was anything but. When you didn’t respond, Kageyama’s diminishing self-control disappeared completely. 

“Shit,” he hissed, two hands diving into his hair and yanking at the strands without restraint. “Fuck!” His face grew red with anger, teeth bared like a wolf ready to attack. But it wasn’t you he was aiming for.

No, no, it wasn’t you. It was himself. 

“I’m so fucking stupid,” he grunted, backing away until he crashed into his own door. “Why did I do that?”

“Tobio-”

Your tone was insistent, wanting to be reassuring. All Kageyama could hear was the pain you struggled to hold back. 

“No, YN!” he barked, turning and slamming a hand onto the door knob. “I hurt you!” 

“Tobio, you’re overreacting! I’m fine!” You weren’t lying; the pain was fading away by the second. The only thing that hurt now was the way Kageyama tried to avoid you.

He whipped the door open anyway, only to stop at your final plea. “Tobio, please!”

It wasn’t the words that made him stop; it was the crack of your voice, caused only by a sudden onslaught of tears. “Please,” you sniffled. “I’m okay, I promise. Just don’t leave.”

Kageyama’s head fell, yet little by little, inch by inch, he let the door squeal to a close. Five, ten, maybe even twenty minutes passed before he turned and made his way back toward you, feet scuffing with every step. 

Your tears had stopped by now, but your eyes were nowhere near dry. “Tobio.”

Kageyama refused to meet your gaze, but he still climbed back onto the bed just across from you, letting his legs cross one over the other. 

Finally, his hands reached out and grasped one of your own, pulling it towards him and propping his elbows on his knees to give him the right height to hold it against his lips.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, each word warm against your fingers. “God, I’m so, so sorry,” his grip tightened. “I just hated hurting you like that. And I couldn’t stand that I did it during a time where I should never hurt you, YN.”  

“Tobio…” you paused, only to think of the words that wouldn’t scare him off. “I… I know you must feel like this is the end of the world or something, but it’s not. Really, I promise. I still love you, and I still trust you, completely. Nothing has changed.”

He still hadn’t looked up, but his fingers began to run along your hand in a nervous habit. 

“You didn’t hurt me. It’s sweet of you to worry so much, but really, you didn’t. Do you want to know what did hurt?”

No response.

“Okay, I’ll tell you,” you sighed, shaking your head. “It hurt when I saw that you wanted to leave so quickly. Can you… can you promise not to try and run away every time something that you can’t control happens? I want to experience everything with you, including hard times, so please don’t just… run away where I can’t follow. Can you promise me that?”

Kageyama was dead silent, and part of you was convinced he may have fallen asleep in the midst of your rambling. The only reason you knew he was conscious was because of the way his fingers kept tracing over your hand. 

“Are you-”

“I promise.” Kageyama raised his head, and for the first time in what must have been nearly a half hour, he made and kept eye contact with you. “I promise I won’t leave like that again, no matter what happens. I want to stay by your side forever.” 

“But…?”

“But,” he clenched his jaw, and in a surprising turn of events, a tear slipped down his cheek, “but I don’t want to hurt you again, YN. I still hate myself for doing that to you.” His voice was solid, unwavering. It was obvious he wouldn’t let this go for a while. 

“All right,” you nodded, sliding closer to him on the mattress and pressing your hand against his chest. The other, still caught in his grip, wiggled in effort to escape. He refused at first, gripping just a bit tighter before letting go completely and dropping his hands onto his lap in the form of curled fists. Finally free, you left both palms resting flat against his chest. “All right, I’ll let you sulk for a while.”

Then you put pressure on his chest, urging him to lie back in a form that was obviously the last position he wanted to be in. With enough force, he relented with furrowed brows and fell onto his back. “YN-”

“Feel free to frown,” your face hovered over his, doused in a nonchalant expression, “and whine,” you threw one leg over his body, “and bitch until your heart’s content.” You plopped down onto his lap, effectively straddling him and his… you know. 

“Just know that while you do that, I’m gonna be by your side,” you smirked, letting your hips slide back before dragging them forward again, “kissing and hugging and-”

“YN,” he choked out when you ground yourself on him once more, hands slamming down onto your bruised sides. “Don’t-”

“-making love to you just as much as you make these little efforts to punish yourself.”

“Fuck,” he grunted. 

“Tobio, just know that I’m in love with you more than you hate yourself,” you ground into him again, eating up the way his eyes rolled back into his head.

“So it’s gonna be a long ride.” 

[ajokeformur-ray]

Help, I’m trying.

Inspired by @loveletterstoledger​ to write this during my study break - the first in six hours oof.💙 I love you darling, and if you read this, then I hope you enjoy it! (There’s no obligation to just because I tagged you asdfghj it’s more of a credit/shout out than anything!)💜🌸

Shameless self-shipping. There’s a small announcement about our dynamic in here.🥺

Also tw; for the brief mentioning of alcohol.

WC: 1, 082.

I yawn for the fifth time in as many minutes and as it finishes, I run a hand over my face and grab my coffee mug. From the moment I first make a cup in the morning to the second I go to bed, it’s neither cold nor empty. Eighteen cups a day is my usual intake and it doesn’t affect me in any kind of way, and though Ash worries about how much caffeine I consume each day, he knows he can’t say anything with how many beers he goes through a week.

I don’t notice that Ash is watching me from where he’s lying on the bed. Some brainless reality show is playing but he’s not paying attention to it. He’s seen it all before. He could just change the channel but there’s some sweet entertainment across the trailer and he wants to play.

“Hey, uh - you gonna come to bed any time soon, sweetheart?”

I smile at the sound of Ash’s voice, deeper with the tugging of sleep. It won’t be long until he’s asleep, thankfully. Between his nightmares and PTSD, he barely gets rest. It worries me daily and for this reason do I make sure we take daily naps together. He sleeps better when he’s with me. “Maybe - I need to finish this up, honey.” I promise myself every day that if I can study for six hours with only minimal breaks, then I can spend the evening wholly uninterrupted with my handsome Deadite slayer. Ash isn’t aware of this small promise, but small notes like “Do it for Ash ♥” which are taped to my laptop clue him in as to why I’m working so hard. It baffles him but he dares not question it. 

“Ah, c’mon!” Ash’s slightly raised voice makes me flinch and he swears under his breath, forgetting in his frustration that I don’t do so well with sudden loud noises, raised voices or anything even slightly confrontational. His next words are softer; it’s an apology, or at least, the closest he’ll get. Actual “I’m sorry’s” are saved for the big mess-ups so that sincerity is conveyed. “You’ve been working all day. Take a break with ol’ Ashy.” He doesn’t say please but I can hear it. 

I look up, then, considering my options. My hazel eyes meet Ash’s darker ones. His eyes remind me of a doe. The comparison to my nickname, Fawn, makes me smile, and the upturn of Ash’s lips tells me that I’ve played right into his hands. Nicely done, is the thought of approval, though I don’t say it out loud. There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for Ash. “Mm... I still need to get this typed up, and there’s also - “ My breath catches. God, I’m so tired and I just wanna crawl into bed with Ash and go to sleep. But this work won’t do itself and I signed up for this - I want this. There’s no reason to complain - just gotta keep on working.

Ash inhales deeply and barely avoids rolling his eyes. We have this conversation every night; me, working harder than I should and Ash, for once, the voice of reason. “Yeah, and? It’ll be there tomorrow. At this rate, you might not be. Come here.” Again, the please lingers in the air between us. Pointedly, Ash lays back down and turns his soft gaze to the television. Here, I have a choice: carry on working or... put reality away for a little bit and spend my evening with Ash. Ash supports me in everything but he’s not afraid to tell me when I’m going too far with my work. Sometimes I forget that I exist, that I’m an actual person with bodily wants and needs, and Ash is always there to subtly nudge me into remembering I’m not a robot.

I sigh, then, and I save my work and stretch. The cracking of knuckles - and it hurts so good - makes Ash chuckle in triumph. His enthusiasm is contagious and I’m by his side so quickly that it would make my head spin if I stopped to think about it. “Ash ~ !” His name is my joy and my strength, and he hums. He loves this specific way in which I speak his name and he knows this small battle of getting me away from my work is won this night. We’re married by common law, but sometimes he wonders if I’m not also married to my work.

“That’s my name, don’t wear it out!” His terrible one liners never fail to make me smile, even the super bad ones. I stand there awkwardly, not knowing how to lay down on Ash. It’s easy, just.... lay down, but I’m too shy to actually do it. Ash sees me, though, and he cracks another joke to help me to relax. “Y’know - you’re a terrible window, honey.”

I laugh and get down on top of Ash without even thinking about it, such is the power he has with me, and Ash’s entire body seems to melt into the mattress as he wraps his arms around me and burrows his face in my neck. Ash rolls, then, and traps me under him. His eyes hold mine as tightly as his arms are around my body, his embrace the safest cage I’ve ever known, and I turn my face into that blue I know and love so well. I look, I breathe, I sigh... I relax.

I think about telling Ash that I love him... but I know I don’t need to. Ash can hear me as clearly as I can hear him and the kisses which are rained down upon the crown of my head tell me that he can hear me even now, even in our silence. His kisses bring me home and when his gentle assault ceases, I return the favour so that I can bring Ash home, too. We’ve known each other for so long, since I was eleven, but only in the last few months did anything romantic begin to develop - the planted seed quickly bloomed, in a matter of weeks did we find this deep and everlasting bond. We could go on without each other if we needed to and we both know it, but we also both know that we don’t want to, and in that daily choice lies the strength of our love.

It’s not always easy, but it’s right.