#black reader fluff

[mtcloudsworld]

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𝐿𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑌𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝐿𝑖𝑓𝑒

𝘞𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 | 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧, 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬.ᐟ𝘧𝘦𝘮 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳, 𝘩𝘶𝘴𝘣𝘢𝘯𝘥.ᐟ𝘑𝘢𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘛𝘰𝘥𝘥, 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬.ᐟ𝘧𝘦𝘮 𝘸𝘪𝘧𝘦, 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬.ᐟ𝘧𝘦𝘮 𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘺, 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘨𝘯𝘢𝘯𝘵, 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘭 𝘮𝘢𝘬���� 𝘰𝘶𝘵, 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘦𝘳'𝘴 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦; 𝘚𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘩, 𝘱𝘦𝘵 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘴; 𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘺, 𝘮𝘢𝘮𝘢, 𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘺, 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘴𝘴, 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦, 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘨𝘶𝘭𝘪𝘵, 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴, 𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴

𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑 | I want to be married and have his babies already. Like, comment, reblog─ ignore any errors, ty

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12:30 pm.

Ballet classes finished right on the dot upon entering the building. Stepping further into the studio, his amber and vanilla cologne lingers in the air.

Immediately gaining attention from a few ladies sitting on the sidelines. They lustfully glance over his tall god like frame as he walks on by. Causally dressed in a black T-shirt, black washed out jeans and white Nikes. He wore a silver link chain and thin small hoops along his ears. He recently received a fresh low taper fade and clean shave. His cyan eyes were bright and his smile was polite as says hello to some of the gawking women.

Feeling a little out of place he stood in the corner somewhere leaned up against the wall with his bulging arms crossed and foot crossed over the other.

An adoring smile graces his lips watching from a distance his little girl socializes with a group of friends with equal excitement.

She was grinning from ear to ear. Mocha skin glowing from beneath the sun. Her curly hair was slicked back into a high ponytail. She was dressed in her new ballet uniform, watching how it's skirt flowed with her movements as she bounced in place.

He felt his heart swell ten times bigger when he watches his beautiful babygirl, Selah gave them a hug and a wave goodbye as their parents came to pick them up.

Selah turns on her heel in search for a big man with white streak hair anywhere. Fortunately he wasn't hard to spot since he was the only man surrounded by a bunch of women. She gasps, "Daddy!"

Running towards him. He lowers himself in a squatting position. His arms were open wide awaiting to feel the small impact of her body against his. Bubbly and giggly, her tiny frame wraps around him tightly as he stands to his feet. Holding her securely in his arms he plants a few kisses to her chipmunk cheeks, mumbling, "Hi, princess, you had fun?"

"Yeah! We learned a new move today."

"Oh really? Was it hard?'

"No! It was actually pretty easy. I mean I fell a couple of times doing it but after trying a few times I was able to get it

"I hope you didn't get any bumps and bruises this time..."

"Nooooo, I'm hurt free today!"

"Good, one less thing for me to worry about." He grunts setting her feet down to the floor. "Sit here, m'kay? I'ma go get your stuff."

"Okay!"

"Daddy?"

"Yes, baby?"

"Do you think mommy will feel better if we got her that shaved ice or whatever it's called? I know she hasn't been feeling well and it's been really hot lately."

Jason stops what he's doing to give a frown, "Hm, I don't know..." Pondering at the thought, he proceeds to unlace her ballet shoes, "You think mommy will feel better if we get her shaved ice?"

"Yeah, I think so!" She affirms. Tight chestnut curls bouncing with each nod, giving him a closed lip smile. "I think... it'll make her very happy. I don't like seeing mommy sad."

"Yeah, I don't either, princess." Jason declares giving her a little bumped out look.

"...Will mommy ever get better?"

"Of course, love, mommy's just having side effects right now because the baby is getting bigger. It's a lot for mommy is all."

"Oh, okay..."

"Don't worry too much on it, lovebug, I promise you she'll be alright, okay?"

She nods silently.

Jason sighs when she silently nods in response. With shoes already in and laced up to perfection. He slides her ballet shoes into her mini pink duffle and zip it close. "Let me talk to your teacher first about Saturday then we can go to the bodega and get Mommy some shaved ice okay?"

Selah beams, chiming, "Okay!" with a wide grin, swinging her feet back and forth in excitement.

After getting a quick rundown on your daughter's ballet show, Selah and Jason drive down to the nearest bodega from across home. A bag of Takis and three shaved ice; mango strawberry for mommy, bubblegum for Selah and blueberry for daddy.

It didn't take long for them to reach their destination after. The pair walked through the door expecting the house to be dark and quiet. Expecting you to be cooped up in your shared bedroom with the blankets over you, groaning from morning sickness.

Instead, they entered into a house as bright as their future. The curtains were drawn back, the patio door and a couple of windows were cracked open allowing sun to shine and the lukewarm air to flow through. Scent of vanilla honey in the air and light r&b played through the tv speakers.

"Mommy! We're home!" Selah calls out.

"In here!"

Easily untying her shoes with one hand and successfully kicking them off, Selah leaves Jason behind in search for you. Ecstatic and hyper, she makes her way past the living room. Catching no sight of you on the couch, sitting on the floor or on the loveseat, her feet pitter patters towards the kitchen with a determined look.

Jason chuckles as he follows suit.

And when she does find you, there you were, stood before the stove with your curls, unruly and shiny, reaching to the ends of your shoulders.

You wore simplistic gold jewelry, the lime sundress was tied around your neck, backless and came to the end of your feet with a slit on the right side of the skirt.

Selah nearly glows before you. Her eyes, round and sparkly, looked to your beautiful figure with adoration. Her smile was so wide it felt contagious.

"Wow mommy, you look really pretty!" She gasps in awe.

You smile, eyes nearly closing from your high cheekbones, "Why thank you baby. Ooh, what ya got there?" You quipped, taking notice of what's in her hand. You brush the seasoning off your hands into the pot. You clean your hands first before turning your attention to the little girl.

Joyfully in her hands, Selah held a plastic bowl of red yellow shaved ice as if it was a birthday present. She lifts it up to you with sparkling eyes, stating "Look what we got you, mommy!"

You'd 'Aw' at the sight, proceeding to take it gratefully with a smile. "Oooh is this shaved ice?" You give her a surprise glare, moving it around to see the detail of the ice.

"Yeah, it's mango strawberry, your favorite! And look, they made a flower on it!" She grabs a hold of your hand taking you over to the table. "Daddy and I got one too! I got a bubblegum one and daddy got blueberry."

"Oh, bubble gum? That's a new flavor."

"Mhm, I can't wait to try it!"

"Well lunch is gonna be ready pretty soon. You think you can wait until after?"

"Yeah I can."

"Sweet, why don't you go upstairs and change? I'm gonna place it in the freezer for the meantime and then when you're done with lunch you can have your dessert okay?"

"Okay, be right back!" The little girl states, making a bee line up the stairs.

You chuckle with a shake of your head. With your hands on your hips, you turn on your heel. You had a small smile on your face to your hubby casually seated in his chair enjoying his blueberry shaved ice.

You both don't say anything.

There's a silence between you as your eyes scanned over one another silently. Jason could tell the wheels were turning as you started to stare off into the distance while caressing the swell of your stomach.

"She didn't like seeing you sad."

You blink to the raspy baritone of his voice.

"She figured since you like shaved ice, maybe it'll cheer you up. She expected you to be in bed again not well. She wanted to make you happy today."

Your face twists in a pout to his words. In guilt, your eyes start to sting. You stare at the bowl of ice feeling tears begin to well at the edge of your lids.

"I feel sooo bad now."

Your voice cracks. The soft yet devastating tone of your voice whispering-mumbling your words makes Jason alert. The sight of tears streaming down your face and nervously fiddle with your wedding ring makes his heart break.

You were sure you looked so helpless and pathetic crying like a literal baby before Jason. Eyes puffy and nose red. You felt overwhelmed as you couldn't help the emotions to resurface again. You couldn't help but experience a little bit of shame while you go through the motions of this trimester.

As of lately this pregnancy hasn't been the easiest. Morning sickness was every single day. Your body was going through change, your emotions and so forth was taking a toll on your mental.

Because of all these things you've kinda just locked yourself away in the bedroom. Not really wanting to do much when you were feeling this morbid and this sick. you felt guilty distancing yourself from everyone, including Jason and Selah. You felt like you were neglecting your wifely-motherly duties ever since you got pregnant.

And Jason? He's been really holding the fort down. All the while taking care of Selah, you, running errands, and taking you to your appointments, he was juggling with work and making sure his well being was stable. And although you are so grateful for a loving, supportive husband─ sometimes, most of the time, you felt bad knowing that that should be you taking care of everything while he's out doing his stuff, when he needs his alone time but can't because he's worried sick over you.

He frowns at you. The spoon is pulled from his mouth and placed on the table. He leans back, man spreading with his right forearm rested on his thigh and the other on the table, head cocked to the side he looks to you with confusion.

"Why do you feel bad?"

"Because..." You utter, hiccuping, taking your palms over your eyes. "B-because I...haven't r-really been.. a-around. I feel like a terrible mom and a terrible wife. I've been...so caught up with this pregnancy, dealing with morning sickness and what not and I just feel so out of it. I feel guilty for leaving you and Selah to fend for yourselves. I feel like I'm neglecting you guys."

He had such a gracious look on his face, one that sought you with adoration and just...pure love for how you cared so deeply about everyone else but yourself.

"Nah, baby, you're not terrible. Don't say that."

"But I am, Jay. I feel very bad and I'm sorry." You hiccup.

Jason's mouth opens and closes. He releases a deep sigh as you continue to cry silently.

Your feelings were valid and were, undoubtedly, all over the place, and he couldn't argue with that.

But, what he could argue was that you weren't doing anything wrong. There was no reason for you to feel guilty, disappointed or ashamed for anything. You're not a bad mom nor a bad wife. You're literally carrying another human being, you have every right, every excuse to behave the way you do.

Hands motioning for you to come closer, he mumbles, "come here, love."

Your steps were small as you approach him. Pulling you between his legs, settling you down on his lap─ he automatically cradles you. Showering you with affection while he caressed at the small of your back.

"There's nothing to feel sorry for baby." He discloses, wiping away the tears away from your pretty face. "You're not doing anything wrong. You're carrying life right now and your body is just going through the motions. You're allowed to be morbid for a bit, you're allowed to feel all your ups and downs, we understand. We understand you're not yourself right now and we're not holding that against you. I mean look at you, you were able to get up and get dressed this morning, moved around a bit without feeling dizzy yeah?"

You nod.

"Good, good..." he smiles. ”Means you're making progress."

You sat there for a good minute just having him hold you. Drawing circles along the side of your thigh, he listens to your breathing calm down. The hiccuping gradually stops and the only thing heard is the birds chirping from outside and Selah's feet thumping from upstairs.

You sigh. Blink away your tears and slowly lifts your head from Jason's shoulder. Sniffling, he wipes your face for the last time, grazing his knuckles over your cheek. Thumb caressing your velvety skin, you lean into his touch, purring at the coolness against your cheek.

"You look beautiful, mama" he whispered gently. Enough for you and him to only hear as if it was a deep dark secret.

"Thank you..." You mumbled eyeing him cautiously, "I love you."

"I love you too." Jason takes your chin between his fingers to pull you in for a lingering kiss.

Intentionally, it was subtle and sweet, purely innocent. You, however, wanted more. Missing him physically and emotionally, wanting nothing more than for him to hold you a little while longer, wanting his tongue shoved down your throat as that's the only thing you could really think about in this moment.

Undoubtedly his kisses were never soulless, empty or careless. They were deep rooted. Poetic and vulnerable, unforgettable and addicting. The taste of him drove you to yearn in desperation.

You whine a quick tender, "please" when you feel him try to depart, pulling him back in by the back of his neck. Jason doesn't hesitate to take hold of your throat, feeling your jaw slack beneath his fingertips as you whimper to the expanse of his large hand splayed at your exposed thigh. His palm burning up your skin, he squeezes it firmly when you start to squirm against him.

His head turns to the side in time to your mouth invitingly parting for his tongue to slither its way in. Sounds of smacking and soft moaning echoes as the silky, sweet taste of blueberries taint your tongue. Hand brushing down to the swell of your breast, he caresses and gropes over your hard perky nipple as it peaks through the thin material.

You come back to reality when you realize your noises becoming loud. Pulling away sheepishly and breathlessly, you feel a wave of heat rush over you when you feel his erection hit your thigh.

"Look what you've done." He smirks, teasingly giving you an annoyed huff.

You smile and chuckle out of embarrassment. "I'm sorry," You excuse rubbing your thumb around his mouth, wiping away the smudges of your lip gloss from his lips "I didn't mean to get carried away...I just missed you is all."

"It's okay, mama, I've missed you too."

You hum in response, pulling your face away from him to feel the cool breeze on your skin. Your attention is turned to the bowl of ice before you. Staring at it, you had completely forgotten that it was still sitting there untouched.

You're quickly reminded of Selah.

"Is she mad at me?"

"No, just worried." He states, kissing at your neck. "She doesn't like seeing you sad and sick is all. She thought that if you ate some shaved ice it would cool you off from this heat, make the sickness go away."

"Awe, my baby." You coo'd, "She's so sweet." Dainty hands reaching for the bowl, you lift it to your nose and start to sniff.

"Mm, it smells so good."

"Try and eat it." He suggests.

You hesitate.

"I'm scared to though..." You murmured dipping your spoon in it.

"At least try for Selah." He beckons, head tilted to the side, moving your curls behind your ear for a better angle.

Sigh, "Okay..." At first, you hesitate, just staring at it feeling your mouth start to water in desperation for a taste. The spoon is brought to your lips, you take in the dessert observing how the coolness stings and quickly melts at your buds. You sit there momentarily expecting yourself to gag but instead, you happily take in another bite, cursing underneath your breath at the fruity ice satisfying your thirst

"Oh damn this is so good." You moan, brows knitted in bliss. "I might want another later..."

Jason smirks observing how you continue to dig for more. Humming pleasantly, he lands a kiss to your temple, mumbling, "That's my girl" before digging into his.

Later that night you were all cuddled up on the sofa watching a Disney movie that Selah had picked. You were cool with it and Jason wasn't too bothered by the idea since he was gonna drift to sleep anyway from exhaustion. With Selah cuddled up against you with her head on your tummy, she lifts her gaze to see daddy already fast asleep. You, on the other hand, was fixated on the screen. Wide awake and aware while you messed with your baby girl's curls.

"Mommy?" Her voice was low and quiet but you heard her over the music. Your eyes glance down to her pretty face. "Yes, my love?"

"Were you happy today? Did I make you feel better?" Voice laced with hope and concern, she looks to you with puppy eyes praying to the God above that you'd say yes.

Your heart fluttered to her question. In complete awe you reach for her. "Awe, baby, you were worried about me huh?" You cheesed, "I'm okay now princess, I was very happy today. All because of you." Cradling her face in your hands, you place kisses to her chubby cheeks, growing a heartfelt grin when you hear her lightly giggle. You pull away, caressing her cheek, "thank you mama. I feel so much better."

"You're welcome, mommy."

𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐃 𝐃𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐋 ©𝐦𝐭𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐝𝐬 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟓

[usoppshoneydew]

"Specs" Mcu! Peter Parker x reader👓👓👓

S: Peter sees you in glasses for the first time.

Pairing: Tom Holland! Spider-man x F! Black Reader

Tw: None, it's fuffly

Word count: 1.9k

Notes: Reader doesn't normally wear glasses;This is proofread but there may still be mistakes👓👓

Peter steps out of the tower elevator and immediately sighs with relief when the cool, expensive ac air washes over him. Sure, the entire tower has expensive air conditioning too, but there's just something about the top floor. Peter doesn't see anyone around, usually meaning that everyone's out, and goes to wash his hands in the kitchen. If no one's here, he'll probably just go back to his apartment. He hated being in the tower alone.

“Hey Friday, do you know if anyone's home today? I have something I've gotta give to-!” Peter asks into the air as he dries his hands off, before stopping and turning his head right as someone walks out of the pantry. Thor walks out, sidestepping to fit his broad shoulders through the door, with a box of pop tarts in his hand. He looks up from the box and belatedly notices the brunette in front of him.

“Ah, young Parker! Back from your daily studies I see.” The God of thunder greets Peter with a smile and a nod, an open poptart packet already in hand. Peter discreetly places a hand over his heart, acting as if he hadn't gotten startled, before responding to him.

“ Hey Thor, I was just asking Friday who's at the tower today.” Peter continues while lingering near the counter, still waiting for a specific answer.

“He wants to know if Y/n is home.” The AI casually exposes him, and Peter clears his throat loudly, feeling his face start to burn. Thor sends him a knowing smile that just makes Peter blush harder, before squinting in thought.

“I'm pretty sure she's in her quarters. Mentioned something about constructing music into a list?” He answers with a shrug. Peter just nods, heart jumping at the thought of seeing you today. You'd been gone on a mission in Wakanda, accompanying Sam, Steve, and Bucky, and Peter wasn't told when you'd be back. So he might have asked Friday a few dozen times if you were home, once your mission breached two weeks in length.

“Oh ok. My aunt was wondering if she was back yet, so I thought I'd check, is all.” Peter shrugs it off, and the silence that follows is telling, both Thor ,and Friday if she could giving him a deadpan look. Peter takes this as a chance to dip towards the hallway, leaving behind a conversation about another grocery order for more poptarts. The new college student walks through the expansive hallway, swinging a large ,paper bag in his hand. He hadn't been lying about his aunt. May really did ask about you this morning when they both were slapping together something that resembles breakfast( Bananas and a granola bar for Peter, bare toast for May). That didn't change that he's been looking forward to your arrival like a lovesick puppy all week. It's like when your crush is out sick at school, so you have nothing to look forward to throughout the day. Peter looks up and notices sunlight shining from your room, meaning your door was open.

“Knock knock.” Peter calls out while physically tapping his knuckles against your door frame. Peter peeks inside, hoping you're not randomly changing with the door open, and sees you sitting at your desk. You've obviously got earbuds in, if the way you're humming and bobbing your head is anything to go by. You're busy nodding your head to your music when you feel a hand tap your shoulder. You flinch hard before whipping your head towards the source.

“Oh, Peter.” You sigh once you see it's him, the frown on your face instantly softening. There's nobody in the tower you'd be particularly upset to turn around to, perhaps just irritated with them for startling you, but Peter wasn't one of those people. You must've startled him too because the brunette’s eyes are wide and focused on you. You give him a second more to stare at you before blinking and tugging at his shirt.

“Um- Peter?” You say tentatively, wondering why he was standing here staring at you like you had a third eye. Peter is looking at you because the eyes you do have are covered by lenses. You've got glasses framing your face, a sight he's sure he's never seen before. A helmet, sure, goggles, maybe, but never glasses.

“Are those prescription?” he asks dumbly, gesturing towards you and you blink before finally computing what he's talking about.

“Oh these? Nah, they're just computer glasses. They block the blue light.” You explain before taking them off for a second and turning them for the brunette. Peter feels his cheeks start to flush and for the life of him can't explain why. They were just glasses. All the highschool movies he watched as a kid always said that people look better once they take their glasses off. Those movie directors have obviously never met you though. It's like when you put on earrings or style your hair a different way after a few weeks. They make you look cuter than you already do, and that doesn't really help Peter's already abundant affection for you.

“So what's up? I haven't seen you in a while!” You move on with a sweet grin, knocking Peter out of one daze and into another. Fortunately he's used to this one. Peter accepts the quick hug you offer before sitting at the edge of your bed, a spot he knows he's allowed to with outside clothes on.

“Nothing much, I was just here to drop off some clothes May wanted to give you.” He answers you , trying to keep from looking at you too long, before gesturing to the bag he'd placed next to your bed when you walked in. Your eyes widen with intrigue while you reach for the bag. You've been close with Peter's aunt for a while now, hitting it off with her the first time you'd stopped by Peter's Apartment with him. You complimented her outfit the last time you saw her, and since then she's been sending you things she thinks you could fit from her closet.

“Ooh! Can you tell her I said thank you? I don't have her number.” You ask him cheerfully while pulling out a cute, cropped sweater. You're messing with the collar, and Peter can't help but smile softly, his shoulders finally relaxing. Whenever you went on long missions, his waiting for your return date was one part simping, yeah, but the rest of it was hoping you'd come back safe. So, seeing you back at home, smiling and unharmed, eased a tension in his chest, making him breathe easier. Peter startles when you suddenly glance up from the bag and look at him, your glasses falling down the bridge of your nose a bit. He quickly sits up and glances at your computer.

“So uh- what were you up to? Thor said something about lists.” He clears his throat and asks you, feeling his face start to flush. Fortunately you look up and over at your monitor, giving him a chance to try and cool off. While Peter is busy taking off his hoodie, you stand up and walk over to your pc.

“Oh that? I'm just putting together a new playlist for when I ride the subway. Here, come look.” You invite him over and glance back at him, only to see his shirt riding up, revealing a bit of his skin. You quickly turn away with a hand over your mouth, feeling that invisible burn start up anytime you get an eyeful of Peter's physique. The webhead is just yanking himself free of his hoodie, when you sit down so you can unplug your earphones, grateful he can't see the heat burning behind your ears.

“Really? I need to update my playlist too.” Peter finally notes as he walks over, before resting a hand on your chair and leaning over your shoulder. You don't mention it, but you can smell the cologne Tony bought him for his birthday. Blinking a few times to get yourself together, you click the mouse to skip the ad playing on your screen.

“I'm thinking of adding some songs from when we were younger. Some 2000s songs.” You say to distract yourself. Peter hums and leans a bit closer, startling you.

“You should try out these artists then.” He says before replacing your hand on your mouse and searching up something. All this causes him to lean further into your space, his face next to yours and his body cradling you a bit. Someone would think you've never been around a guy before with the way your heart acts up around Peter Parker. You're shaken out of your thoughts when you notice that he's calling your name. You turn to face him but pause when you notice just how close his face is to yours. Peter must've been startled by the proximity too because he falls silent.

“Sorry, what'd you say?” You ask softly, not unaware of how your lips are only inches away from his. You wonder if Peter could hear your heartbeat too, with his enhanced hearing and all. He must hear something because his throat bobs.

“I was just uh- gonna say that-.” He stutters, and Peter just knows his face is on fire, especially when you glance down at his lips. You notice his eyes scan your face one more time, locking in on something.

“You look really good in glasses.” He sighs breathlessly, feeling his eyes drift closed as the two of you move closer. Your lips just manage to brush before a booming voice almost makes you both jump out of your skin.

“Ah young love!” Thor beams from your door while you and Peter jump away from each other. Peter is busy clearing his throat loudly and you're straightening your clothes even though nothing happened. Thor just sighs fondly and leans against your door frame with crossed arms.

“Yes, I remember my first love vividly. Quite the item we were, so much so that the people said we'd-.” He recalls wistfully until Peter cuts him off.

“Sir, is there something you need?” He asks while you decide to keep your door closed from now on. Thor snaps as he recalls why he even started watching you two's moment.

“Stark has just returned from his trip, and has brought back takeout. Join us if you're not too busy.” He informs the both of you before winking and walking away, likely to tell everyone what he just saw. You and Peter just stand there in silence for a moment, processing what just happened. You peek over at the brunette the same time he glances over at you. There's things you can ask him. Like if the fact that he was about to kiss you meant that he had a crush on you too. Instead though, you bump him with your shoulder.

“So you like the way I look in glasses hm?” You tease while messing with the curls by your ear. It's definitely about time to get your hair done again. Peter immediately turns to explain himself, spiraling like always, but is stopped when you press a kiss to his lips. You pull away with a sigh leaving Peter looking at you, awestruck.

“Maybe I'll buy a few frames. Come on, let's go before Thor tells the entire tower what happened.” You say before taking Peter's hand and leading him towards the kitchen. Peter just shakes his head before biting his lip to contain his grin.

“Sounds good.” He answers you softly. The two of you talk about making a playlist together before you step into the kitchen, right into Thor telling the team about a scandalous event he just bore witness to.

A/n: This is just I fic I write to some dialogue I thought up. In the shower maybe? While brushing my teeth? Idk, but I actually remember a crush in elementary school asking about these glasses I had on one time. Thanks for reading!👓👓👓

[noirsfantasy]

On the ninth day of Christmas...

𝕽𝖔𝖒𝖆𝖓𝖈𝖊 𝕺𝖓 𝕴𝖈𝖊

𝔭𝔞𝔦𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔤 ➛ 1610!Miles Morales x Black!Fem Reader

𝔯𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔤 ➛ Fluff

𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔡 𝔠𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔱 ➛ 2K

𝔰𝔶𝔫𝔬𝔭𝔰𝔦𝔰 ➛ In the middle of winter break, Miles, feeling restless, hits you up to see if you'd wanna hang out. You suggest ice skating and soon enough, you're on the ice. You find yourself realizing exactly how you feel about Miles and that, maybe, he feels the same.

𝔞/𝔫 ➛ Here's a cute lil oneshot for ya. I absolutely love Spiderverse, so it's always fun to make fanfics of it. I hope you guys like it!

12 Days of Christmas Masterlist

The winter chill has settled over Brooklyn, New York, covering the streets in a layer of pristine snow. School has just gotten out for winter break and it seems like the crime has died down a bit, so Miles hasn't really had anything to do. Feeling a bit restless, he glances out of his window at the snowy world below. With a sigh, Miles reaches for his phone, deciding to make his day more interesting and text his best friend, Y/N.

Miles: "Yo, you busy?"

You were in your home, lounging in your room as you scroll on your phone. A notification shows up at the top of your screen and you see it's a message from Miles. You look at the text you received and raise an eyebrow, curious as to why he was asking.

Y/N: "Nah, I'm free right now. What's up?

Miles: "You wanna hang out? I'm bored..."

Y/N: "Yeah, I'm down. What did you have in mind?"

Miles: "Dunno, we could just chill at my house?"

You sigh at his suggestion, rolling your eyes and shaking your head.

Y/N: "I'm tired of being inside, I wanna go out somewhere. How 'bout that ice skating place that just opened a few weeks ago?"

Miles had to pause, contemplating on whether or not to go. But he decided that if it made you happy, he wanted to take you there.

Miles: "Sure, I'm down. You better not be scared to go ice skating."

His reply sounded as if he was mocking you.

Y/N: "Speak for yourself. They don't call me Ice Queen for nothin'😉❄️"

Miles couldn't help but chuckle.

Miles: "Sure, Miss 'Ice Queen'. Let's do this."

Fifteen minutes later, you and Miles are walking down the snowy streets, heading towards the ice skating rink. While walking, the cold surrounded you two, a slight breeze causing Miles to wince and rub his arms a bit.

"Dang, it's kinda cold out here." He says, looking over at you, presuming you were also cold.

"What? You can't handle a little chill?" You ask teasingly, hiding the fact that you are chilly as well. Miles scoffs and looks over as his breath is visible.

"You don't look any less frozen than me, Ice Queen." He moves closer to you, rubbing his shoulder against yours in an attempt to warm himself. You laugh sarcastically at his joke and bump his shoulder playfully.

"We're almost there, crybaby," You say, pointing up ahead. Miles was going to give a comeback in response, but he was too damn cold to really care too much.

"Good, I'm freezing my ass off." He admits, his teeth chattering a bit as he speaks. When we get inside, it's still cold but definitely warmer than outside. We head up to the front desk and pay for some rentals before heading over to a bench to put the skates on. Miles struggles a bit with his. He's a bit uncoordinated sometimes, so it takes him some time to actually put them on properly. Although, once he's done, he smiles and looks at you expectantly.

"So? Show me what you got, Ice Queen." He says with a slight laugh. You meet his challenge with a smirk.

"Watch and learn, Morales!" You glide out gracefully onto the ice, noticing that there's not that many people out. Miles shuffles over to the ice, holding onto the wall as he watches you. "See? I know what I'm doing." Miles rolls his eyes playfully at you.

"Sure, keep thinking that. But hey, if you fall, I'll be there to catch you. Sound fair?" He laughs, sounding a bit flirtatious. You laugh in response.

"You wish I would fall!" You shout as you take a lap around the rink. You come back around and Miles is still waiting at the edge of the ice. "Whatchu waiting for, slow poke?" You taunt. He gives you a determined look and steps out onto the ice. Although, before he can even finish taking a step, he falls onto the cold floor, landing on his butt. You skate over to him, holding out a hand. Miles looks up at you, seeming a little bit embarrassed.

"What was that you said about catching me if I fall? Maybe I should've been saying that." You tease as you stifle a laugh. He shakes his head as he grabs your hand and pulls himself up.

"Shut up. I tripped." He insists, obviously lying to himself.

"On thin air, or your ego?" You stick your tongue out tauntingly and start skating forward.

"Thin air, definitely. My ego's still very much in tact, thank you." You chuckle as he catches up, the two of you now gliding on the ice together. Miles is a bit wobbly, but he finds his balance, hoping not to fall on his ass again. You shake your head and hold your hand out to him.

"Here, just hold onto me." You offer with a small smirk on your face. Miles gives you a smug look back, taking your hand and standing upright.

"My hero." He replies mockingly. You roll your eyes and he pulls you closer to him as you both skate forward. "You know, if you wanted to hold my hand, Y/N, you could've just said so." He teases, giving you a wink.

"What? No, I was just being nice. If you wanted to hold my hand, you could've just asked." You retort playfully, giving him a nudge with your elbow. He looks as if he's going to lose his balance for a moment, but then recovers, glaring at you as you snicker at him.

"Uh huh, that's what they all say." He scoffs and you continue to laugh at him. Suddenly, he loses his balance again and he grabs onto your shoulders for support, gasping loudly. He ended up accidentally pushing my back against the railing of the rink. To others it looks like he's just giving me a hug, but he's really trying not to fall again.

"Ah! Miles!" You instinctively grab onto him as you hold him up and you can't help but to giggle. Miles sighs, looking off to the side but it's obvious that he's enjoying how close he gets to be to you.

"You're so bad at this! You almost took us both down!" You exclaim, scolding him jokingly. He leans in close to you and looks into your eyes as your faces are only a few inches apart now.

"Hey. You know, they say that people fall in love when they accidentally fall on each other?" He teases, trying his best to maintain his balance.

"Who said that?" I ask, raising an eyebrow in suspicion.

"Um, I did..." Miles says nonchalantly with a slight grin on his face, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. You laugh, shaking your head once again at his silliness. But you couldn't help but blush slightly. A smile crept onto his lips as he smirks at you. "Oh? Am I making you nervous?" He asks tauntingly. You clear your throat and shake your head.

"No! I could never get nervous around you. Pft..." You say mockingly, but as you're speaking, your voice cracks a bit.

"Oh, is that so?" The grin on his face grew wider, almost as if he knew you weren't telling the truth about not being nervous. "Well, tell that to the blush on your face." He smirks at you before letting go of your shoulders and skating off, as if he never had any trouble before. You watch him, stunned as he doesn't even look unsteady.

"Were you faking the whole time?!" You shout after him in surprise, skating to catch up with him. He turns to face me as he skates ahead of me, skating backwards now. My jaw drops.

"Me? Fake? Never..." He replies with a smug look. "You know, you're cute when you're shocked."

"Oh don't even- That's not true. You said you couldn't skate!" You deflect, pointing a finger at him. As you catch up to him, he turns back forward, smirking at you.

"Never said that. You just assumed I couldn't because I fell earlier." He points out. "Besides, you're so easy to tease. It was very fun seeing your reaction." Miles chuckles.

"Oh, so now you're calling me easy?" You raise an eyebrow at him, hiding a smile.

"Easy to tease. If you were easy to get, I'd have gotten you a while ago. You're really making me work for it, Y/N." He says slyly, looking at you from the corner of his eye.

"What are you talking about?" I question, rolling my eyes.

"Oh, don't act oblivious now. Since you know everything, I bet you've been playing hard to get and you want me to chase you." He replies confidently.

"Ooh, so you're on to me, now? Hm, I guess you're smarter than I thought." You smirk at him and he seems a bit surprised. "Maybe I do want you to chase me, Miles." You give him a wink and skate ahead again. You had him at a loss for words for a moment, but then he skates after you. You both laugh as he tries to grab you and you dodge him.

As you glide across the ice, you lose your balance. But before you fall, Miles catches you and you two are now inches apart. You both stop in the center of the rink, panting softly. A few seconds pass, but no one makes a move. He looks at you and you look back at him. Then you feel his grip on your waist and he pulls you in a little closer. You can feel his breath on your face. It's as if you are the only two in the rink.

Finally, Miles leans in a little further and kisses you softly on the lips. His lips on yours sends a slight tingle up your spine and you feel your heart beat faster as you kiss him back. His hand moves to the back of your neck and he kisses you deeper, putting more passion behind the kiss.

After a few seconds, he pulls back but he still holds you close. As he moves his head away, he looks at you with a small smile on his face. You gaze at each other, both slightly blushing, but not embarrassed at all. Miles looks as if he's about to say something to you, but he's interrupted by one of the skating rink workers.

"Hey! No stopping in place on the ice! Keep it moving." He tells you both.

"Oh! Right, sorry." Miles says to the man before turning back to you. "Let's get outta here." He suggests, grabbing your hand.

"Yeah, let's go." You respond, as he pulls you to the side of the rink. He looks at you once more before he suddenly kisses your cheek.

"Sorry, couldn't resist." He smiles as he sees you blush again.

"Sure, you couldn't." You roll your eyes, stepping off the ice as Miles follows you.

You both leave the rink and head outside, noticing that the sun has set. The cold air is still a bit chilly on your skin, but it's not too bad. You notice that Miles has gotten you to hold his arm as he walks you home, as if he's not letting you go after the kiss that you two shared.

"So... I guess all that chasing wasn't for nothing then, huh?" Miles raises his eyebrows, smirking at you.

"I guess the chase was worth it. You caught your prize, now what?" You reply playfully, looking up at him. He pulls you a little closer and wraps his arms around you.

"Now, I get to keep it," He says as he kisses you gently on the lips. The world around you blurs as Miles kisses you under the soft glow of the streetlights. The snowflakes gently fall around you, creating a magical atmosphere. It's a moment frozen in time, one that you wish could last forever.

After a while, he breaks the kiss and looks at you. He can't keep his eyes off your face, his smile growing as he holds you in his warm embrace. Suddenly, a gentle breeze causes you both to shiver a bit, but the cold doesn't matter to you. All that matters is that you are there with Miles. The two of you start to walk again, Mile's arm around your shoulder as you walk down the street.

[adetolasblog]

Where are all the soft black girl fanfictions. I don't want smut, I want feet kicking, pure, sweet, dreamy, unrealistic expectations for relationships and love type fluffy fics. Please who knows where to find them???😭😭😭

[k1tk4ttt]

How it feel to finally accept and embrace the cringe of reading x reader fics

[fromdove]

seeing my man with his canonical love interest 💔💔💔💔

[ofourlee]

megumi x reader

"i want a kiss."

"no."

megumi let out a scoff, feigning being offended by your response

"no? you're denying me a simple kiss? that's cold."

megumi turned his head slightly, crossing his arms across his chest with a huff, his lower lip sticking out in a slight pout.

"gumi,"

he continued to sulk, his back facing you as he laid on his side. he was stubbornly refusing to look at you

"meg—"

"you're so mean to me. you're not even calling me baby anymore."

you slightly chuckle

"baby, can you look at me? pretty please?"

but to no avail.

you wrap your arms around him and kisses his cheek from behind. leaving occasional pecks on the corner of his lips.

"i was kidding, let me see your handsome face, baby."

megumi, still stubbornly facing away from you, huffed a small sigh before reluctantly facing your way.

"what?"

"are you done sulking?"

"yes, i'm done sulking," he admitted, his voice low and sincere. "in fact, i think i've been teased long enough. now, give me my kiss please."

[cathnospam]

Katsuki has chubby cheeks even at 25, and it makes you kiss them a lot.

As he got older he also got bigger; bigger arms, back, smaller waist, bigger legs, and even a sharp jawline however.

He still has his cheeks.

You ALWAYS loved them and though his face isn’t as round as it was when a kid, but he still had enough for you to squeeze and chomp on.

And you weren’t sure if he hated it or not.

“If you break skin and draw blood I’mma blow you up.”

“Shut up.” Your voice was muffled, your canines smash into his fleshy face while he’s scrolling on tiktok, your tongue licks against the reddish mark below his scar as an apology since you momentarily forgot he bruises easily.

Katsuki never questions your quirks (no pun intended), mainly because he couldn’t be bothered, whatever if his baby wants she gets.

Even if he hates to admit it.

You often suckle the fatty area and gnaw on it like a puppy with a chew toy and give him a big fat wet kiss as a thank you. You just LOVE HIS STUPID FACE SO MUCH. You get cute aggression sometimes and want to baby him, but THAT’S when he starts to complain.

“I am a grown ass man what the fuck—“

“Just come hereeee.” You whine pulling him into your chest, his tense body eventually gives up and limps on top of you, hearing his phone hit the carpet floor as you pet and rub all over his face.

He thinks you’re so fucking weird.

The only consequence you have to playing with his cheek is that Bakugo’s teeth are sharper than yours, and just like how you enjoy biting his chubby cheeks, he loves to bite your chubby body.

Thighs, lips, ass, tummy, tits….he loves them all.

[tsukimirecs]

SLYTHERIN // fic recommendations

note: remember to read the tags! + i do not own any of these works

REGULUS BLACK

le lendemain matin

the salt and the sea

forever

the better of two bad options

a pen

the door

the black heir

distraction

THEODORE NOTT

love is sour grapes

by netws & nott

something stronger

like snow on the beach

the only heaven i'll be sent to (is when i'm alone with you)

TOM RIDDLE

desiderium

love again

from the glue

salted caramel, metal, strawberries, vanilla, and ink

midmorning

effects of amortentia

DRACO MALFOY

our little secret

honeydukes

firsts

how could i ever forget?

makeup

draco malfoy with shy!male!reader headcanons

cherry juice

MATTHEO RIDDLE

the cat

puppy eyes

the game

rainy nights m.r

LORENZO BERKSHIRE

like nobody else

[usoppshoneydew]

"Stuffed Replacements" MCU! Peter Parker x reader🕸🕸🕸

S: When Peter notices you cuddling your stuffed animals at night instead of him, he gets a little jealous of them.

Pairing: Tom Holland! Spider-man x Black!F!Reader

Tw: fluff/a few swear words/some suggestive comments

Word count: 6.3k

Notes: Reader is 21 like me but feel free to change that; this lowkey turned into a little mystery lol; let me know if you guessed what happened to the plushies; this is proofread but there may still be mistakes.🕸🕸🕸

A huff and a sigh can be heard as a certain hero shuffles and wades through the mountain of soft material on her bed. After squeezing her arm through the crack between the wall and the bed, ducking to look under it, and even sifting through shelves and counters, the hero leaves the room.

“Has anyone seen my plushies?” You ask one bustling afternoon in the avengers tower as you walk into the living room. Quite a few of the team are present today, with Steve,Bucky, Bruce, and yourself actually at the house. At least those are the members you've run into today. Steve, who's lounging peacefully on one of the arm chairs, looks up from the book he's reading and frowns in confusion.

“Plushies?” He asks as you step over to the kitchen island and search the fruit bowl, before deciding to grab a banana. You nod and sit down at one of the bar stools before starting to peel it.

“Yeah like teddy bears. Stuffed animals.” You reiterate, phrasing it in a way that a man from the forties would understand. Steve nods with his mouth slightly parted and Bucky, another old man at heart, shuffles where he's laid on the couch.

“Why would any of us take your teddy bears?” He sniffs while fluffing one of the couch’s throw pillows to lay back on. You frown and shrug.

“I don't know. Maybe one of you needed one for emotional support. Ninety percent of the people who live here could use them.” You say through a mouthful of fruit, eyeing Bucky specifically. He just sniffs again before readjusting into a more comfortable position.

“Can't argue with that.” He grunts before drifting back off to sleep, right as Bruce rushes into the room, likely for another cup of coffee after an all nighter in the lab.

“Neither can I. Does that mean we can borrow them? Because I've had my eye on the giant Snoopy from that trip to Knott’s.” He mutters as he walks past you and into the kitchen, making his bid early. You snort with a small smile as the coffee maker starts up with that dribbling sound. With a shrug, you nod your head.

“Of Course you can Dr. Banner, if you can find it. It feels like every time I look up, another one of them is gone. I can actually see my comforter now.” you sigh, disappointed. It must've been about a week ago when you'd notice the crowded space on your bed becoming sparse. You'd finally figured out what was going on when you could fully stretch your legs without knocking a stuffed body to the ground. Unless there's a ghost in the tower, you had no idea where they could be vanishing to. A gust of wind washes into the room when the doors leading to the ironman landing pad suddenly open, revealing none other than Tony Stark himself.

“Daddy's home! What're we talking about? I could only have Friday listen in on the last half of the conversation.” Tony announces himself as he walks into the room, fully dressed in his weird style combination of a cat t-shirt, suit jacket, and signature shades. Steve just shakes his head and you smile while Bruce simply adds creamer to his coffee.

“Here, squirt.” Tony says as he walks up to you. He tosses you a small box before putting a larger one on the table. You were hoping he'd bring back some fast food but the bright pink box suggested something sweet,rather than savory. After giving one of the items inside a precautionary sniff, you take a bite and answer the man's previous question.

“My Stuffed toys are missing.” You report around a mouthful of the exotic pastry in the box, something with a flaky dough and powdered sugar. Tony pauses briefly at the unimpressive news, before tossing a hand in the air.

“I'll…buy you more. Problem solved. Now let me tell you about my trip.” Tony concludes with a clap of his hands, making Steve roll his eyes. He looks as you sigh, cheeks full and half a pastry sticking out your mouth, and shoots you an endeared smile.

“We'll let you know if we find them.” Cap reassures you kindly from the couch, and you nod with a small shrug. The kitchen and living room then resumes its hustle and bustle, with Sam and Clint walking in from the gym. Tony is going on about the press conference he went to in Thailand, and you're about to sneak away when the elevator doors open, revealing the one person you haven't seen since this morning.

“Peter.” You call softly, feeling a smile form on your face, before jogging over to him. Peter looks up from his phone at the sound of your voice and just manages to pull out his earbuds before you lightly crash into him with your hug. He gives you a quick kiss on the cheek before finally noticing the chatter happening around him. Which was just Tony and Steve bickering like usual, Sam telling Bucky to make room on the couch,and the new additions of Thor and Natasha questioning what the mysterious pastries Tony brought back were.

“Hey! What's everyone talking about?” Peter greets you while looking around the abnormally full kitchen. You pull one of your arms from around his shoulders to wave your hand dismissively.

“Who knows what they're on about now? But I was asking everyone earlier. Have you seen any of my plushies? Some of them have gone missing and I can't find them anywhere.” You sigh as you both walk over to the kitchen counter. Peter was right in the middle of putting one of the pastries in his mouth when he inhales some of the powdered sugar and starts choking. Thor glances over and laughs from where he's got four of the sweets on his plate and two in his hand.

“Do not hurt thyself young Parker! The confections are not going anywhere.” He bellows while you pat Peter's back. Natasha scoffs and pulls the box away from Thor’s reach.

“Not with the way you're inhaling them.” She mumbles under her breath as she takes the box to the fridge, leading Clint to complain that he hasn't had one yet. Peter finally finishes wheezing and you frown.

“You ok?” You ask him with a hand on his back and Peter hurriedly waves his hand in the air and coughs again.

“Huh!? Yeah! Aherm-! Yeah, I'm fine. I'm just-. Just gonna go put my stuff away and wash up.” He stutters and you watch him back away awkwardly until he can dart around the corner. You stare at the spot Peter was just standing in for a second, before turning back to look at Natasha and Thor.

“Anyone else think Peter was acting peculiar just now?” You question slowly and point a thumb in his previous direction. Steve laughs lightly and closes his book.

“Peter is always at least a little peculiar.” He hums and grabs the last pastry off of Thor’s plate before making his way to his own room, complaints following behind him. Tony hums in agreement and walks off in the same direction as the super soldier.

“Yeah, if the kid isn't acting at least a little funny, I get worried.” He adds before walking away with his hands in his pockets, leaving you to sigh and shrug, having forgotten about the missing toys for now.

***

That is, until a few nights later. You'd just walked through the doors of the helicopter landing pad, choosing that entrance over the elevator, after patrolling the city with Bucky. You yawn and stretch your back right up until it's about to tweak, before turning to the permanently tired looking man.

“Well, goodnight Mr.Barnes. I'm turning in for the night.” You speak to him softly, not wanting to wake anyone who was already asleep. It's a little after 10, afterall. Bucky nods while stretching his arm.

“ Yeah, good job out there today. Get some sleep.” He mumbles quietly, sparing you one of his rare small smiles before heading off into the direction of his room. You smile to yourself and leave to your own quarters, tired and in desperate need of a hot shower. An hour or so later and you stumble out of your bathroom, exhausted and ready to sleep off your aches and pains with your face stuffed into a faux fur belly. What you see instead though, makes you gasp.

“PETER!”

Peter almost jumps out of his skin when you burst into his room. He looks up from where he's sitting at his desk, sketchbook open. You storm over and Peter reflexively stands up and opens his arms for you to plop into.

“Hey hey! What's the matter? What's wrong?” He asks while you wrap your arms around him and stuff your face into the crook of his shoulder. He actually thinks you're crying for a moment, until you growl angrily into his neck, sending a shiver up his spine. You pull back to pace around the room.

“Another one of my cuss’n plushies is gone!” You shout, allowed thanks to the sound proof walls in everyone's rooms. Peter winces as he watches you pace in his spacious room. You only ever use the faux curse word you made up when you're really upset. Then he computes what you said and starts to sweat.

“Really? Ahem. Which-which one?” He asks nervously, his tone taking on the same one he had when he was choking on pastry sugar a few days ago. You groan pitifully and pause your stride in the middle of the room.

“The whale!” You reveal. The whale was a stuffed toy Peter bought you on a field trip in highschool. It was big but it was basic. You'd told him he didn't have to, but Peter had insisted, saying it'll be fun to watch you carry it around. You'd eventually fall asleep between it and Peter's shoulder on the way back home, and have been using it to sleep on since. Peter, who had been avoiding your eyes until now, stops and turns to you with a confused frown.

“What? Why would that one be-?” He starts, speaking more to himself than you, until he catches himself and notices your expectant eyes, waiting for him to finish. He fumbles for a millisecond and manages to backpedal.

“Why would- someone take that one? It's practically your pillow at this point.” He manages to recover with a disappointed shake of his head, and when you look away at something else with a sigh, Peter puts a hand to his chest in relief.

“ I know!” You say and throw your hands in the air. Peter feels his knee start to jump and gnaws at his lip in thought until you turn to walk towards him. Once you get up to his chair he takes your hand and leads you into his lap. With another sigh you rest your cheek on his shoulder. While laying there, you take a second to glance around Peter's room. The space had come a long way in the years since he'd moved his stuff into the tower. Star wars and band posters on the wall, photos of you, Ned, michelle, and the rest of your crew. He still sticks to a bunk bed despite rarely having someone fill the top bunk. Then there's the TV against the wall across from it, a luxury you know he didn't have back at home. You're still admiring your boyfriend’s room when you notice Peter's leg jumping under your thigh.

“You alright?” You ask for what seems like the hundredth time this past week, while leaning back to see his face. Peter looks up at you belatedly and blinks before nodding his head.

“Huh? Yeah, I'm fine. Why?” He answers a little too quickly, and you glance at the slight sheen of sweat on his forehead. You frown and place your hand against his cheek and then the back of it against his forehead.

“You sure you're not sick or something? You've been acting skittish lately. More than usual.” You continue to investigate. It feels like he's been tiptoeing around you for the last couple of days. Which isn't unusual sometimes. Peter has a tendency to overthink the weirdest things and create tiny problems for himself, usually thanks to Ned's advice. Like the time they both came to the conclusion that you thought he stunk because you bought him a new cologne when it wasn't a special occasion. They're both intelligent guys, but together they've got about two brain cells between the two of them. You wonder if now is one of those times. Peter takes your hand away from his head and holds it in his instead.

“I'm just a little tired, because of all the schoolwork and missions and stuff. Y'know?” He tries to brush it off with a wave of his hand. It wasn't an entire lie, Peter thinks to himself. The amount of assignments his teachers decided to plop into his lap all at the same time, was insane. When you just continue to search his face with that scrutinizing look you only pull when you know he's bullshitting, he sighs and wraps his arms around your waist.

“That and I haven't seen you much lately. Being deprived of my daily dose of you is hurting my soul.” He mumbles and rests his chin against your chest, looking up at you with those big,brown eyes. Now that is the truth. You and Peter don't see each other very often these days, not compared to last semester when you had the same classes and similar schedules. Now, between school and hero work, the two of you are lucky if you can spend time with each other every two days or so. You suck your teeth sadly and lean in to hug him, the two of you holding each other close.

“ I miss you too.” You mumble through a kiss on his cheek, before moving to his lips. You both stay there for a while, spending time you've been missing out on for the last few weeks. Once you're satisfied, you finally pull away to catch your breath and Peter sucks in his own breath. You lean back and look him in the eye.

“ You want to sleep together tonight?” You ask him softly. Peter's eyes widen before his hands drift a little lower on your hips than they were before.

“What uh- what kind of sleeping are we talking about?” He asks suggestively as his eyes drop to where you are on his lap. You simply roll your own before hopping off of him and walking to his bed.

“Not the one you're talking about, horndog.” You say with a shake of your head before beginning to crawl beneath the covers, forgoing a hair scarf tonight, knowing you'll regret it tomorrow. Peter frowns, offended, before tossing off his shirt and walking over to join you.

“Hey, you were the one sitting chest to chest with me in my lap.” He points out and you nod your head tiredly, agreeing just to agree. Peter is just about to lay down, ready to cuddle into you for the first time in weeks, when you suddenly jump up.

“Oh wait! I've got to get one of my bears!” You remember, before dipping out of the room and down the hallway, leaving Peter to flop back onto his pillow with a groan.

***

Peter walks through the crowded hall that holds his next class, headphones in as always. He's nodding to his favorite movie soundtracks and trying not to think of who it is that's smelling a little ripe, when he sees Ned further ahead, talking to one of his friends from another class.

“Anyone that says that, can't actually like the character-!” Ned is in the middle of saying when he suddenly gets tugged aside by Peter.

“Hey, I need to talk to you!” Peter whisper-shouts before dragging his best friend into the classroom. The small lecture hall is filled with bright sunlight, and the few students that cared enough to get to class early, mingling amongst themselves or sitting alone. Ned allows himself to be dragged by his arm into the middle rows and sits down after Peter.

“Dude! I was in the middle of a deep conversation with my programming partner. She's cute and understands my hatred for the romance tropes in sitcoms!” Ned whines while looking back towards the door.

“ We need to have a conversation- wait. Is this about The Office or Abbott Elementary?” Peter starts to say before pausing with an arched eyebrow.

“Abbott. Apparently in the latest episode Janine-!” Ned starts up, turning in his seat, when Peter blinks and shakes his head.

“Wait Ned, that's not important. I've got a problem.” He digresses, his voice quieting down a bit, when a few more of their classmates sit down nearby. Ned's originally big eyes, squint, before he shrugs in confusion.

“Yes, but we all love you anyway.” He responds and Peter's face drops in annoyance.

“So what's the problem?” Ned asks while he starts to take out his materials for the class. Peter takes a second to glance up at the board to make sure the professor is late, like always, before turning back to his friend.

“Y/n's asking about the plushies.” He whispers, and Ned's eyes glance to the side before he recalls the conversation they had a few weeks ago.

“Ooh, you mean that bear you were jealous of! Told you she'd notice.” He gasps with a snap of his fingers, and Peter squints in confusion.

“No- You didn't. You told me she wouldn't notice at all.” He frowns and Ned waves his hand dismissively, making Peter roll his eyes.

“ I feel like I would've remembered that, back to the bear that stole your girl.” Ned urges him to continue, and even though he wants to argue that statement too, Peter continues on. More students file into the classroom, so he knows he has to hurry up.

“It didn't- whatever. It's not just the bear anymore!” Peter whispers hurriedly. He glances around one more time before leaning in a bit closer. Ned looks at him to keep going.

“ More of her stuffed animals are going missing, and now she's asking about them!” Peter explains, and Ned frowns in confusion at that.

“And you didn't take them?” He asks with a point of his finger.

“No, I didn't take them! I didn't take the first one! They're just disappearing! One after the other!” Peter explains. This whole stupid thing had started because Peter had nudged that stupid bear off your bed. It was a few weeks ago when he'd bypassed his room to shower and sleep in yours. He knew how much you liked to buy stuffed animals, anyone who's ever taken one glance at the abundance of manufactured or handmade toys on your bed and shelves would know. He's contributed to the haul personally quite a few times. It was just that night. He was showered, tired, and ready to fall face first into your chest, when his eyes landed on the new bear you'd bought, wrapped up in your arms.

He'd settled for spooning you then, but a few days later when you and Peter were spending some, ahem, time together, it felt like every time he'd take a moment to breathe, those beady black eyes were watching him. They all were. After a careless comment and some regrettable advice from Ned, he'd nudged one of his most frequent rivals for your affection, off the bed. It was only the next day before he'd felt guilty about the poor little guy and went to put him back, but by then it was gone, and now he's in the predicament he's in now.

“It'd be fine if it were one or two. But it's plenty of them and I have no idea where they are. I've been secretly looking for weeks.” Peter finishes, distressed. He's been in and out of other members of the team's rooms. It's been a hassle too because he usually has to ask a question about something he doesn't actually care about, only to get stuck listening to the answer for an hour or so. All that and he still hasn't seen a glimpse of a stuffed toy. Peter leans back and sighs, what's really been bothering him burning at the back of his throat.

“What's worse is that it's really starting to upset her.” Peter sighs, and runs a hand through his hair. Your reaction to the whale being gone is still vivid in his mind. In the days since then though, you've slept in his room more often, and he'd actually forgotten the whole ordeal for a minute, instead enjoying finishing the day with you in his arms. But yesterday another one of your favorites disappeared, and Peter saw your eyes start to glisten, even if your jaw was clenched. He'd never even taken one but still, it felt like these disappearances were his fault, and the fact that he'd kind of taken advantage of this weird mystery, only made him feel worse. Ned sees the turmoil written on his friend's face, and places a hand on his shoulder.

“There's only one thing you can do, Pete.” He sighs seriously, and Peter looks up at him. Ned sighs again.

“ Just tell her the truth. That you were a little jealous of the stuffed animals, and have no idea where they are now. Maybe you guys can look for them together.” Ned advises him casually, looking him right in the eye. Peter just blinks back in shock.

“That- might be the best advice you've ever given me.” Peter mutters, genuinely shocked, and Ned just shrugs before turning back to his study materials. Their professor had finally walked into the classroom, without an excuse or apology.

“Eh, it was that, or continuing to search for the plushies until you find them. Then she'd never know you were getting cucked by a bear-.” He starts to say before Peter nudges him and they both start laughing. Their professor tells them to quiet down, but Peter's mind is on how he's going to approach you later today. He was going to find those toys, somehow. Anything to keep that expression from showing up on your face again. You must be devastated by now.

***

“Come on! Where are you guys!? I'm getting jumped two to one like every couple seconds!” You groan angrily.

“That's because you keep running off on your own! You're holding us back!” Sam yells back, making your eyes almost bug out of your head.

“This is a mess.” Bucky sighs in irritation, knowing from experience what's coming next.

“Me!? How am I holding us back when I've got 24 downs and 6 captures!?” You scream and Peter stands at the elevator, slightly intimidated. Buttons on controllers click as you, Sam, and Bucky play a video game on the TV in the common room. Peter had expected to come home to you moping around, but instead you're in the brightly lit living room cursing out strangers online, and your own teammates a little too. It's not until the match ends, and he's sure that he won't get caught in the crossfire, that Peter walks over to the couch. Sam and Bucky walk to the kitchen, grumbling, while you put the controllers away and mumble that there's no way you're playing with them again. Peter knows that the three of you will be playing together again by tomorrow though.

“Hey. What happened? Did you guys lose?” Peter greets you before bending to give you a kiss. You return it but turn your lips up in an unimpressed frown afterwards.

“No, we won. But barely.” You answer as you put the rest of the controllers away, and Peter just moves on. He knows better than to ask why you're mad about winning a match by now, and he really needed to talk to you. He waits on the couch until you walk over to plop next to him, thigh to thigh even though he hasn't changed from the clothes he's been wearing all day yet.

“So? What's up? How was your day?” You ask while relaxing into his side. Peter stalls for a second, to wrap his arm around you and turn on a random channel on the TV.

“Yeah it was fine. Have you found your stuffed animals yet?” He asks quickly, without looking at you, and cringes inwardly. There was no way you didn't clock that weird change of topic just now. As Peter suspected, your eyes are glued to the side of his head, eyebrows quirked slightly.

“No, they're still gone. Why?” You ask carefully, leaning a little further into his space. Peter swallows after a second and finally turns to meet your eyes.

“I was uh- just wondering. Because there's something I wanted to tell you.” He continues awkwardly until his eyes meet yours. They're big, and waiting, and suddenly Ned's other advice about just finding the toys himself and pretending this entire thing never happened, didn't sound so bad. Peter only looks at you for a second before averting his eyes again.

“It's uh- not important. Nevermind.” He backpedals with a shake of his head, making you frown in confusion.

“What?” You ask and sit up. Peter nods casually, as if that conversation made any sense. Yeah, he'd simply search the entire tower for the plushies. In your mind, your past suspicion. Peter has been acting odd for a hot second now and you're tired of waiting for him to tell you why. You sit up on your knees and turn his face to look at you.

“Why are you acting like that?” You ask, pressing your face close, eyes searching his eyes like that'll somehow let you into his thoughts. You've always been able to figure out what little thing Peter was overthinking about, eventually finding out what's got him acting up. You're not breaking that streak today. Peter backs up to give himself, and his thoughts some space, his face heating up as you practically crawl into his lap.

“Acting like what?” He asks while backing up further until you eventually topple over onto him. Sam looks up from where he and Bucky are passing back and forth a jug of orange juice, one you'll be sure to avoid, and frowns.

“Hey hey! Keep it pg13! No one wants to see all that!” He cringes as Clint walks into the room and sees you laying on top of Peter too. You roll your eyes and Peter just sits up with you while a few more of the team walk in.

“Seriously, aren't you guys like 16?” Clint just has to add while Bruce and Natasha shake their heads in disappointment.

“21.” You and Peter correct him simultaneously. The older members of your team proceed to tease the two of you amongst themselves, but you're still thinking about what Peter's hiding. That's why it surprises you when he stands up and takes your hand.

“Let's go talk in your room.” He whispers, and you nod silently before following him, the teams chatter about ordering food getting left behind. You type in the keycode for your room, and once you're inside, Peter plops you down on your bed, then rolls over the chair from your desk for himself. Once he sits down, he levels you with that puppy dog look of his, eyebrows turnt in the middle, perfect brown eyes on display, and lips pressed thin. Well, thinner than usual. It makes you sigh.

“Peter, what is going on with you? What's the face for? Huh?” You groan, ready to get to the bottom of this. Peter decides there's no use in hiding it anymore either. If you thought he was dumb after this, or an insecure bear abuser, then so be it.

“I don't know where your plushies are.” He admits and you just stare at him for a few seconds, tempted to put your hand to his forehead again.

“I'm aware.” You coax, still completely lost on where his mind could be right now. Peter sighs again and you really give him your full attention, leaning forward and looking directly at him.

“I don't know where they are, but I was kind of glad that they were gone for a second. Because I was- jealous- of them.” He finally reveals, wincing at the end because he knows admitting that you're jealous of a stuffed toy is kind of wild. You just look at him with your eyebrows pinched together in confusion, elbows resting on your knees.

“Huh?” Is all you can say, because you have no idea what he's talking about. Peter stands up to pace in front of your bed, obviously flustered.

“ It was never supposed to be a big thing! I just got a little annoyed after patrolling a few weeks ago! And then I talked to Ned-which was a horrible idea. And then they started to disappear-!” He rambles until you call his name softly. Peter huffs walks back over to his chair before rolling it closer to you and sitting down.

“ I let myself get talked into kicking a bear off your bed and have spent the last couple weeks stressing that you'd find out and think that I'm either a thief or an idiot.” He huffs and finally lays it all out, blinking at you casually. You just gaze back at him for a second before pursing your lips.

“Is that why Ned said something about ‘the other man’ a few days ago!?” You stand up as you recall an earlier conversation with the brunette. It's Peter's turn to frown, because he had no idea a conversation like that had happened.

“Wait- he what!?” he yelps but you've already moved onto the other things he said.

“You were jealous of the plushies? Why?” You ask, your voice dropping back down to a normal pitch. Peter glances at the apologetic look in your eyes and immediately shakes his head. He stands up with you and takes your hands.

“No I was- I just-!” Peter tries to explain, because it was never really about the bear or any of your stuffed animals. That was more Ned talking than anything. You just look at him, genuinely waiting to hear his answer, and it makes Peter feel even dumber for not just telling you how he felt right away.

“ I just liked that you were sleeping in my bed again.” He tells you honestly. It wasn't that you were holding the bears instead of him. It wasn't that their little eyes felt like they were staring at his butt when he's changing either. It was the way you visited his room at night, even if it was late and he'd just finished patrolling. It was a reason to stop by your room, when usually he'd worry he's interrupting your sleep or that you're studying. It was finishing the day wrapped up in you. You look at Peter before wrapping your arms around his waist with a quiet groan.

“This semester has been kicking our asses.” You sigh with your cheek resting on him. Peter just nods against your hair, the tiny curls poking out of your parts tickling his nose in that familiar way. Things were busy and stressful these days, and not being able to see each other very often or very long wasn't making it any easier. You pull your head away from his shoulder to press a small kiss to his lips, your thick lips pleasantly cushioning his thin ones.

“Let's sleep together tonight. I think my other men can survive without me for one night.” You tease and Peter rolls his eyes, his cheeks tinting red for a second. He'd have to get Ned for that one, because there was no way you were letting that go. The two of you could find the plushies, and maybe schedule a way to study and patrol together, some other time. For now you throw a TV show on and hop in bed, while Peter changes into some of the clothes he has in your dresser.

*_*_*_*epilogue*_*_*_*

Pan to a few days later, and you're sitting with Peter at the kitchen barstools. It's a bright afternoon, a little after twelve, and the two of you are looking for some nice stuffies online. Peter rests with his head against your shoulder while you scroll through the options.

“This is a nice one, expensive though.” You point out and Peter glances up from his spot.

“Since when do you care how expensive a plushie is?” He asks sleepily and you make an offended noise in your throat.

“Hey, even I have standards. You can't just buy any old plush. It has to have certain qualities.” You muse right as Bruce walks into the kitchen, evidently after another all nighter in the lab, if the same clothes he was sporting yesterday are anything to go off of. He notices the images on your tablet screen.

“No luck with the kidnapped kid toys, huh?” He asks while starting up the coffee machine. Fortunately, he tosses some toast into the toaster, too. You frown at his choice of words, and Peter shakes his head.

“We've looked all over.” He replies at the same time you declare that stuffed animals aren't only for kids. Before your conversation can continue, the helipad doors open, washing the room in cool air, revealing Steve and Tony. Tony struts in like usual, while Steve walks in with a huge number of bags in and on his muscular arms. All three of you look on in confusion as the duo approach the kitchen.

“How's it going people? What's with the long face kid? No luck finding the pillaged plushies?” Tony greets the three of you before turning to you with his shades tilted down his nose. You frown, still slightly disturbed with the phrasing for your missing animals, before answering him.

“ Nah, me and Peter spent the last few days looking around the tower. But there's nothing.” You sigh, and Tony just nods with a small sniff.

“No dice huh? Why don't you check those out then? See if they lift your spirits.” He says quietly before nodding towards the abundance of shopping bags Steve was still in the process of setting on the floor by the couch. You tilt your head in intrigue before standing up to walk over. Cap crosses his arms with a small smile as you sit down.

“He didn't carry any of it. But he did hand pick each one.” He informs you fondly, leading Tony to brush it off like he always does when he does something thoughtful. You shuffle through the gift paper and there in one of the bags, is a giant soft toy. Your chin drops in pleasant surprise while you look at the dozens of bags.

“Aw Mr. Stark you- Thor!” You start to say before you notice someone in the corner of your eye. The rest of the men in the room look in the direction of your pointed finger, and there stands the Asgardian prince, obviously having just finished entering from the iron man landing pad, with his arms full of stuffed animals. Peter squints when he notices some very familiar, blue fabric. It's the whale, and those are your stuffed animals. Thor looks up at the sound of your voice and blinks when he notices all eyes are on him.

“Ah! Nice to see everyone gathered together.” He greets all of you with a cheery grin, stuffed animals still in his arms. You just gesture towards him, mind running over the last few weeks.

“Thor! Where did you-?” You gape, at a loss for words. Thor simply looks down at the toys in his huge arms, only just then realizing what you're talking about.

“Ah yes, the playthings, from your room, of course! Don't you recognize your own stuffed companions?” He asks with a slight chuckle in his voice that causes you to make a sound of disbelief. Fortunately, Peter is there to voice your complaints.

“But- why did you take them?” Peter asks, and the rest of you nod, wondering why as well. Thor hums in thought, thinking back on his reason for first taking a few.

“Well, young L/n mentioned them being pleasant to rest on, and she was correct, so I borrowed some for my bed in Asgard.” He answers with a small shrug. Your face cringes in confusion. The word ‘some’ was an understatement for sure. Your bed was almost entirely devoid of stuffed animals, only your pillows and throw blankets decorating the space.

“And you didn't think to give them back?” You ask with your voice pitched just a little higher than usual. Apparently, it's Thor’s turn to look at you funny, because he tilts his head.

“Of course I did, that's why I'm here now.” He tells you as if it's obvious and he hasn't had your property for almost a month now. It's Steve's turn to shake his head while Tony rolls his eyes.

“Thor, we've been looking for those for weeks.” Steve sighs, done with his oblivious friend's antics. Thor’s eyes widened in surprise and now that you think about it, Thor wasn't around each time you'd asked the team about them.

“Really? I was not aware. Well look no further. Here they are, safe and sound.” Thor reports with a smile before walking off to your room, leaving the four of you to stand there in disbelief. Your plushies are probably gonna smell like Asgardian shampoo for a while.

A/n: This was supposed to be nothing but a little ficlet, 1-2k words tops. How did it turn into the longest one-shot I've ever written?? I love this but feeling a little insecure all the same. Hope I kept you guys captivated enough to finish the whole thing. My first Mcu! Peter parker fic! Thanks for reading!🕸🕸🕸

[tojisteddy]

It’s nap time in Sukuna’s palace.

Well, it is for you.

You had a quick lunch before the king called you over, as he usually does when you’re gone for too long in his eyes, he’d call you for such mundane things. Which you didn’t mind, as long as he was neutral towards you, you had no issue.

“Pet, get that book for me.”

“Pet, tell Uraume I won’t meet anyone else today.”

“Little one, come sit in my lap.”

“Get the bath ready, little human.”

“Pet, fetch us a snack and feed me.”

But today was so different. You’d been sitting with him on the engawa, the spring breeze hitting you both while the sun peeked through the leaves of the trees, gently kissing your skin in such a warm manner. The soft hum trees swaying and one of the other servant practicing music in the distance. You sat in seiza, ready to be there at his beck and call, but your eyes kept closing. You’d catch yourself every time you’d feel yourself drifting off. You rubbed both your eyes, letting out a small but disgustingly adorable yawn.

All of which, Sukuna watched as he leaned on the banister, undisclosed plans in hand. Such a pretty little thing he had in his presence. Who would have known humans would make such good pets to have. He’s sure it’s just you, the other servants and clans were full of bastards. He thought, a cute human that looks to him with those pretty brown doe eyes before acting upon anything. Always attentive.

Good pet.

Humans must sleep, no? They need a nap after eating. He’d read about it in passing, somewhere. Humans fell tired easily. Or was that about babies? Never the less, you were the same, right?

“Pet,” you immediately sat up, the sleep filled daze leaving your eyes and you stared up at the muscular God. You shifted a bit, feeling your legs falling asleep on you.

“Come take a nap for me.” He simply lifted his index finger, beckoning you over. You hesitated, eyes weary. He always called you for such interesting things. Things he’d never done for the other bed maids. “I must be ready for your call, my lord.”

He scuffed, one set of arms folding over his chest, “You do as I say, do you not?”

“I-I do my lord.”

“Don’t be a brat. Come.”

You internally sighed, crawling over because you couldn’t fully feel your legs. A ghost of a smirk danced on his lips, the yukata you had on giving him a glimpse of your beautiful breasts. He grunted when you sat in his lap, his arms immediately going around you to pull you closer. You instinctively curled into him, your head on his large chest. this was your one and true spot. With a cursed God, relaxing in his lap while he worked.

You hadn’t even realized your eyes had shut, muttering the last thoughts on your mind, “mm- p-please call me if you need anything my lord.”

Sukuna hummed, on hand patting your back while soothing you into a nap, what a good little pet.

“Of course, little one.”

a/n: Sukana and his little pet human🥺

[noirsfantasy]

On the fifth day of Christmas…

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𝔭𝔞𝔦𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔤 ➛ Hobie Brown x Black!Fem Reader

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𝔰𝔶𝔫𝔬𝔭𝔰𝔦𝔰 ➛ It’s time to decorate the tree, although it’s not going according to plan. You had the perfect idea of how a Christmas tree should look. However, your boyfriend, Hobie, had other ideas. You both begin to argue and it seems to be going no where. Words are said and feelings get hurt. Will you be able to fix this?

𝔞/𝔫 ➛ Guys, I can confirm that Hobie is just a big kid on the inside. But while some might think he’s spewing nonsense, he might actually have a point. I hope you enjoy!

12 Days of Christmas Masterlist

“No, Hobes! It doesn’t go there.” I swat Hobie’s hand away from the tree as he attempts to place one of his Star Wars ornaments in the center. It's Christmas Eve and Hobie and I are facing off in front of a pile of decorations. This familiar argument about how to decorate the tree is playing out for what feels like the millionth time. My preference leans towards a more structured and organized aesthetic, while Hobie leans towards a free and chaotic approach, arguing that an orderly tree is a submission to capitalism.

“Right, how 'bout this, then?” Hobie holds up some blue tinsel, and I immediately push his hands away from the tree once again.

"I'm not putting that on the tree, Hobie. It goes gold and then red! Blue shouldn’t be anywhere near this tree." I explain while wrapping the red tinsel around the tree. Hobie rolls his eyes.

“What’s the issue? Blue’s a good color.” He throws his hands up, looking at me incredulously. Ignoring him, I continue sorting through the decorations for matching ornaments.

“Oh, so you're just gonna let the suits dictate your every move, huh? You gonna let the capitalist drones run your life?" Hobie accuses, snatching the tinsel from my hands and wrapping it the opposite way.

"Oh, don't start that, Hobie. I just want our tree to look nice and neat this year." I argue, reclaiming the tinsel and wrapping it correctly. Hobie persists, emphasizing his disdain for conforming to holiday traditions dictated by corporations.

“Yeah, you're just a conformist sheep, ain't ya? No clue what's really goin' on, just followin' the herd. Wake up, man!” He says angrily, wrapping the tinsel even more so. He looks at me as if I am completely clueless.

"Conformist to what? Santa Claus's evil agenda?" I mock, yanking the tinsel out of his hands. Hobie snickers, but he doesn’t look impressed.

“The corporations are manipulating the spirit of Christmas, so you’ll buy presents! Can’t you see that, you wanker?”

"Who gives a damn? It's Christmas for Christ's sake!" I throw my hands up and it seems our conversation is getting out of hand. Hobie scrunches up his nose as the argument escalates.

“Exactly! It’s Christmas! The day when you’re supposed to be spending time with people you love, not maxing out your credit card on useless junk. Can't blame ya, it's that corporate mind game. Same goes for Valentine's Day—just another cash grab, man!” He starts to enter into his rant about how Valentine’s Day is pointless. Ignoring his conspiracy theories, I redirect our focus.

"Don't even start! Listen, we're not putting your stupid Star Wars ornaments on the tree and that's final. Now stop arguing and hand me those angel ornaments, will you?" I huff as I hold out my hand, determined to maintain order.

“These Star Wars ornaments are rad! Come on, just a little—” Hobie protests, attempting to convince me to allow at least one Star Wars ornament. "How 'bout just the Baby Yoda? Stick it in the back, it'll be lowkey." I sigh, contemplating the idea for a moment.

"Fine, you can put it right there." I relent, pointing to the spot on the tree. Hobie's face immediately lights up when I give in and allow him to put a baby Yoda ornament up, near the back. Despite his punk rock appearance, he actually has a soft side.

"Cheers, luv," Hobie smiles at me. He quickly unwraps the baby Yoda ornament and carefully placed it where I pointed, and then steps back to admire the result. I cringe at the way it clashes with my previous work.

“So what do you think?” He asks, looking over at me. I don’t really respond, instead looking off to the side. Hobie’s smile begins to fade when he realizes that I am unimpressed by the result of his handiwork.

“What’s wrong with it?” His facial expression turns into one of confusion. “I think it turned out pretty nice,” He said, defending his choice of decoration.

"It doesn't match, Hobes. It looks out of place like I knew it would." I grumble, crossing my arms. Hobie looks at me, genuinely hurt, and his expression turns sad.

"Sorry, luv..." He apologizes, his voice soft and sincere. "I just thought it would be cool... But I guess I don't know anything about aesthetics." He puts his hands in his pockets and lowers his head. He seems genuinely upset that I didn't like his contribution. Hobie turns away from me, deflated as he walks out of the room. I feel a twinge of guilt as I turn to look back at the tree.

His shoulders are hunched up and he is obviously disappointed. As he leaves the room, he mutters, "Stupid Christmas tree..." under his breath. I can't help but feel a bit guilty as I continue to look at the tree.

I stare at it, watching the out-of-place ornament, and thinking, 'Is it really worth it?' I just made a whole argument out of something we were meant to be doing together. I'd put my need for perfection over my own boyfriend and now he's upset. And why? Because some baby Yoda ornament didn't match my idea of what a Christmas tree should look like.

It really clicks in my head. Hobie wasn't just being a nonconformist or trying to ruin the tree. He was trying to have fun with his girlfriend and decorate the tree in a way that shows both of our creativity. I sigh as I turn away from the tree and run to the kitchen to where Hobie is.

"Hobie? Babe?" I find him sitting at the kitchen table with his back towards me. He seems to be focused on something, probably sulking. I call his name again and he slowly turns to look at me.

"Yeah, luv?" He asks, trying to sound cool and nonchalant, but his hurt expression betrays him. I sit across from him and look into his eyes. He avoids my gaze. I place my hand gently on his and bite my lip as I try to find words.

"Hobie, I'm sorry." I start. Hobie feels a wave of relief wash over him when I apologize. He looks up at me and his expression softens. He's clearly still hurt, but he seems much more relaxed knowing that I still care about his feelings.

"It's alright, luv," Hobie replies, giving my hand a little squeeze as he looks into my eyes. "I might've gone a bit overboard, I get it. The Christmas vibes hit me hard, you know? Just wanted to make it extra special 'cause I know it's a big deal for you. And-" He pauses as I press my finger to his lips.

"No, Hobie, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have snapped at you like that, or tried to shut down your ideas. This isn't my home and that isn't my tree. It's our home and our tree. And it should reflect both of our creativity, not just what I think it should." Hobie's face brightens as I say that. He is a bit taken aback by my admission, but also really appreciates it. His expression turns into a smile as he stands up, pulling me with him.

"That's... really sweet, luv." He says in a soft voice and pulls me into a warm hug. "And you're right, this is our home, and it should reflect both of our tastes." He pauses and then speaks again in a more playful tone. "Even if you have bad taste."

I push away from the hug, feigning a look of offense as I playfully swat his shoulder. "I do not have bad taste!" Hobie pulls me back in and leans in to kiss my lips.

"Yes, you do. But at least you're pretty to look at." He says in a joking manner, then gives me another kiss. His lips press against mine with a tender and passionate intensity. His tongue brushes along my lips momentarily before he pulls his head back, keeping his lips close to mine.

"So, do you wanna take a break from decorating the tree and, you know...?" He trails off suggestively with a smirk and I laugh, rolling my eyes.

"Babe! We need to finish the tree!" I manage to say between giggles as I try to escape his grip. He doesn't let me pull away, instead he picks me up, wrapping my legs around his waist.

"Tree's not going anywhere, luv. We can decorate it tomorrow." Hobie mumbles against my skin, kissing my neck and starts walking towards our bedroom.

"But tomorrow's Christmas!" I shout before the door slams shut.

[gamblersdoll]

true form! sukuna can sense when you’re ovulating or when that time is coming.

and quite frankly, he loved both of those times. just a waiting game for him, seeing how long you can remain with this whole “fuck me , my period is coming soon if you dont” charade and it makes him chuckle, because a period doesnt stop shit for him. hell, it was common in the heian era.

however, he guesses that he can be a little less rough with you on your period. the heavy flows, the meanest cramps, fat and tender breasts, you feel everything for the next five or eight days. and because he is a man, he allows you to cling to him and he doesn’t get mad at that..

youre more focused on the cramps in your uterus and ass to focus on his heart beating faster, or when he shifts from uncomfortable to comfortable.

“uruame.” he beckons, a figure then coming out from the shadows of the corner in the room. “fetch her a heating pad, now.” and they only nod, leaving as soon as they walked in.

“you didnt have to do that..” you groan out, being tucked away in his arms and he scoffs. “what?”

“are you ungrateful, woman?” he asked, eyes flickering to you and a scowl on his face. “i dont have to do shit for you.”

“.. i am grateful, ryo.” you scoff back, not in the mood nor having the strength to argue.

“okay then,” he continues to rub circles in your back, a subconscious feeling that he loved when it came to feeling depths in your bones. they were smaller than his, you were smaller than him.

just shut up and let him be a man to take care of you.

[theshamelesssimp]

Me when I get to the part of a fanfic that has me giggling and kicking my feet

[k1tk4ttt]

when you just finished one of the most beautiful fics ever written and you see that the author has a masterlist full of other fics

[theorphicangel]

toji who only eats after making sure you've eaten. best believe he won't feel comfortable having dinner if you're skipping because he'll skip too. (maybe it comes from his childhood and being shunned by the zenin clan to the point where he had to eat alone constantly whilst his family ate together. ) but now with you, he enjoys eating at a dinner table with company. his safe place even.

either way you won't see him filling his plate before you do. on the days that you're too lazy to get up he'll bring a plate for you and won't eat until he sees that fork or spoon enter your mouth first. on days that you're extra busy and forget to feed yourself he'll say 'fuck it' and feed you himself.

whenever you delay your dinner he will too.

'not hungry at the moment, maybe later.' you mumble, scrolling on your phone.

'me too.'

you raise a brow. 'oh really...I could have sworn I heard your stomach rumble.'

'must have been the wind.'