#every day that i cannot give him a little forehead kiss as he falls asleep is a day in hell

[achillean-yearning]

my boyfriend talks while being oh so sleepy and tired and i just casually lose my mind over how fuckin adorable he is

[mrsbarnesblog]

personal pillow

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Avenger! Bucky Barnes x Avenger! Reader

Summary: You confront avengers when they start teasing Bucky about being too soft.

Word count: 1.6k

Warnings: established relationship, avengers tease bucky, he's a grumpy old man, fluff

Author’s note: soft bucky is my everything, and I literally cannot imagine him acting another way.

Bucky Barnes wasn't the most affectionate and nice person on earth. Always grumpy and with an attitude, didn’t like physical touch, and hated being vulnerable and soft. However, when you were alone in your room, he was a completely different man. 

The only thing that he loved more than you, food, and old music was sleep. He hated it right after the Winter Soldier program was removed because of the violent and dark nightmares, but you were the solution to all of his problems. 

He loved sleeping with you. On you, to be exact. 

He accidentally discovered it once when he just threw himself onto your bed and somehow laid with his head on your stomach. 

You didn't know why your boyfriend liked it so much, but since that day he always ended up on your stomach, your boobs, or between your thighs with hands wrapped around your body, and it was almost impossible to drag him away. You always ran your fingers through his fluffy hair in soothing motions to ease the tension in his body, and it worked every single time. Bucky slept like a baby in your arms. 

Today he left early in the morning for training with Sam, but then he had a lot of paper work and something that needed to be done in the city, so you didn’t really talk to or see him. He only left a kiss on your forehead while you were still in bed and sent you a few messages throughout the day. 

It was your day off, and you didn’t feel like doing anything special or being productive. So you brought a fluffy comforter from your bed, a cup of hot chocolate, and sat in the common room to watch a movie on a big ass screen that Tony bought to show off.

When the film almost ended and you were already kind of sleepy, you heard firm footsteps from the hall. The tall and big body was standing in the doorframe, but you didn’t see your boyfriend’s face yet; it was pretty dark in the room.

“Hey, baby, how was your day?” You paused your movie and squinted to see Bucky. 

“Fucking amazing. A bunch of assholes and tons of reports that they sent me last minute.” He grumbled, coming closer to you. “Let’s go, I need my personal pillow or I won’t fall asleep.” 

You tried to hold back a laugh when you finally saw his face. Tired and frowned with pouty lips like a child. Bucky was painfully cute when he was a little bit mad and annoyed, and you didn’t want to do anything more than pinch his cheeks and kiss all of his face.

“You look so cute, gosh.” You smiled, biting your lip. “But I have only... fifteen minutes of my movie left, and I really want to finish it today. Do you want to lay on me here for now?” You opened the covers and pointed at your belly. 

Bucky stood there silently for a few seconds, still with a frown on his face.

“I don’t want these douchebags to see us here.”

“They won’t; Steve is on the mission, Natasha is already in her room, and Sam went on a date. C’mon, I’ll massage your head.” That was everything you needed to convince your boyfriend to give up. He took off his shoes and laid on top of you with his head on your stomach and hands around your waist. 

You covered your bodies with a duvet and stroked his hair, brushing it over and over again with your fingers. You felt that Bucky pulled up your shirt a little bit, and as soon as his cheek met with your warm skin, he heavily sighted, finally feeling safe and calm.

“That's okay, baby.” You cooed, massaging his scalp. “Do you want to talk about your day? What made you upset?” 

“No, just want to feel you, doll. Missed you so much.” He mumbled against your stomach and closed his eyes as your soft touches made his body almost melt into yours. 

“I missed you too. I’ll just finish my film and we’ll go to sleep, ‘kay?” Bucky just slightly nodded, already feeling too sleepy to actually say something. 

It didn’t take him too much time to fall asleep completely. Your gentle scratches and the way you rolled his hair around your finger, along with the muffled sound of the TV and soft cover on top of him, did their work, and Bucky was peacefully snoring on you in a span of a few seconds. 

You weren’t much better than him; your eyes started closing as soon as the credit scene began, and you didn’t have enough power in you to resist it, especially when a giant, hot human pillow was sleeping on top of you. 

So you just gave up. 

The first thing that you heard when you woke up was mumbled talk and laughter. Your eyes snapped open because your brain completely forgot that you, in fact, weren’t in your room or bed.

The common room was filled with almost everyone. For fuck’s sake, when was the last time you saw that many Avengers together in one room? And now all of them were sitting on the other couches and armchairs, looking at you and laughing. Well, they weren’t looking at you; they were looking at Bucky, who was still glued to your body. 

You quickly sat straight, now completely awake. The movements disturbed Bucky’s peaceful sleep, making him grumble and try to get you back under him.

“I didn’t know that Cyborgs could be so clingy.” The most annoying voice Bucky could’ve possibly heard in the morning filled his ears, and he lost every last piece of sleep in his body, sitting up on the couch. 

“What the fuck are you doing here, Willson? All of you, in fact.” Bucky looked around the room, seeing Sam, Nat, Wanda, Tony, and Clint with shit-eating smirks on their faces; Thor, who looked just happy to be involved; and Steve and Bruce, who actually felt uncomfortable to be there.

“Sorry, Buck, they just...” Steve wanted to apologize but was disturbed by Tony.

“Sam just told all of us to come here a few minutes ago because he had something hilarious. And look! The strong and scary Winter Soldier is being a softie for his girlfriend.” Tony laughed, almost dropping his cup of coffee. You didn’t even expect that, but you felt a sudden wave of anger going through your body because you were already sick of everyone pushing Bucky’s buttons. 

“Or maybe all of you should just mind your own business? You both would actually know something about Bucky if you tried anything besides making fun of him or trying to get him angry. You don’t even understand how fucking hard it is for him to communicate after everything that happened, and all of you are getting on my nerves. Just a bunch of children, I swear.” You growled, standing up and grabbing Bucky’s hand to drag him away. 

Everyone was surprised by your words, and even Bucky looked at you with a weird expression on his face but still stood up, holding your hand. 

“Sweets, it’s just a joke—” Natasha started.

“No, it’s not. I love you, Nat, I really do, but it’s not funny.” You looked around the room. “Y’all probably don’t understand the effect that your words  have, but I see in private what none of you can. And when I tell you that your mockery and jokes make everything worse, I really mean it.” Bucky awkwardly shifted near you under all of the eyes that were glued to him. He felt exposed by the way everyone saw how he showed his affection to you and that he, in fact, was a really touchy and sensitive person. “C’mon, Buck, everything’s okay.” You looked back at him with your usual soft eyes, and his whole attention was now focused completely on you. 

Everyone saw how Bucky’s body language changed when you talked to him, and even if someone like Tony or Sam couldn’t admit it out loud, the thought of being too harsh on Bucky appeared in their heads. 

Without any further words, you lead your boyfriend out of the common room, leaving the Avengers in an awkward silence. 

The comfort of your and Bucky’s shared room made you deeply inhale as soon as the door was closed behind you two. Before you could even say something, two strong hands wrapped around you from the back, and Bucky buried his face into your neck.

“Thank you, doll.” Your hand reached behind you to gently stroke Bucky's hair. “You didn’t have to do it, really. I got used to their words.” He squeezed you tighter, pressing his chest into your back.

“That’s not okay, baby. I’m sick of that. You may not say it to me or even admit it to yourself, but I see that it hurts you.” You turned around in his hands, placing your own on both sides of his face. “But that’s okay that you want to cuddle, to sleep on me, to be held. Really. There is nothing wrong with it. I’m really honored to be the person who is allowed to see your soft side.”

“I love you. Fuck, I love you so much, doll, you can’t even fucking imagine,” Bucky whispered before leaning forward to kiss you.

“I love you, James.”

“Can we stay here today? I don’t really want to talk with anyone besides my sweet and protective girl.” You couldn’t hold back your laughter at his teasing tone. 

“Of course we can, Buck.” That was your last word before Bucky lifted you off the ground, put you on the soft blankets of your bed, and climbed on top of you, happily wrapping around your body and falling asleep. 

[satoruhour]

if you haven’t done it yet! aftercare with gojo?

a/n: oh i just HAD to write this thank u for the prompt mirah <3

warnings: unprotected sex, creampie / breeding kink but it’s described as briefly as possible

he used to think aftercare was sort of boring? i feel it’s because he never really found the right person so he usually does the bare minimum, cleaning his partner up, getting them water and making them feel comfortable

but he always felt empty inside after they fall asleep, always keeping his distance no matter what

that was until he got together with you and he feels like he’s been missing out on so much

i have a headcanon he’s so unused to affection that his partner will be the one to introduce aftercare to him

like foreplay, aftercare can anything you want it to be!

and he laughs at your comment, fingers shaking from how much he liked you when you sink into his side with the tv droning on at the back

gojo loves all forms of aftercare but i feel he would love a few minutes of cuddling and skin to skin contact before you actually clean up

always has a packet of wet tissues on the bedside table and a glass of sweet sweet tea

it’s kinda gross bc of how sweet it is and if you have a sweet tooth too then good for you

but otherwise it’s insanely sweet, and he uses his cursed energy to heat up the tea!!! waow

but if you dont want hot tea then u gotta drink lukewarm tea sorry

he always carries you. dont try to fight him but he loves to take care of you after sex. loves to wash ur hair and body and you’ll do it back to him :)

sometimes it escalates to another round but most times he likes the two of you in the quietness of the bathroom and just the swooshes of the water

he doesn’t prefer the bathtub or shower more but he’ll pick what you like and go along with it

if you still have energy he likes to watch random youtube videos like cat memes or funny videos (the ones he picks are not exactly funny however…)

you two rarely watch movies bc they’re really long but if you do you’re usually the one to fall asleep bc gojo is naturally replenishing himself with his technique. and also he likes to watch you sleep

creep

he takes photos of you when you’re asleep in his arms and he shows it to you the next day but one day youre suggesting to him that maybe he can fall asleep first

and when he stops his CT it’s like … woah. he falls asleep so soundly in your arms that it’s adorable and now he’s more open to being tucked under your arms to succumb to sleep first

that time also allows you to say your confessions softly and to admire him without any teasing

this time is very soft and delicate and intimate and satoru thinks it’s his favourite, but then again every moment with you is a blessing ♡

the air is thick and musky with sex, skin laced with tear stains while gojo continues to rock into you long after you’ve cummed, moans and pants leaving your mouth with whispers of satoru’s name. the kisses he litters there makes your skin tingle before he’s releasing in you, and it’s thick, filling you up while his lips meet yours passionately, muttering confessions with a smile.

“baby…” gojo pokes your cheek, your expression close to pure bliss from the orgasm that he’s a little worried but he knows you’re being dramatic. it’s something you picked up from him. “you okay?”

your eyes crack open a bit as your hands make their way to his cheeks, feeling the fat of his cheeks fill up your hands when he smiles. with a free hand, his hand engulfs yours, planting a kiss to it and the smile-turned-grin he gives you is blinding before he decides it’s been too long that he’s kissed you.

slipping out of you, he pulls you closer with an arm while the other brushes the sweat-filled hair from your forehead, lips capturing yours softly. you move together, languid and slow and satoru cannot stop smiling as he pulls away, drunk on you.

“let’s get you clean, hm?” gojo plants one more peck on you after twenty minutes; twenty minutes of talking in whispers and kissing (satoru’s doing). he waits for your outstretched arms, hooking his own under your neck and knees just as you plead for him to carry you. “such a big baby.”

you giggle, mumbling a soft yeah before pecking his cheek, holding his stare so full of ardent love that your heart feels like it might actually stop — it almost does when you feel the cold water from the shower head hit your back and you jump with a yelp.

satoru laughs, “my bad, heater wasn’t on.”

“bastard.”

“you certainly don’t think i’m one by how much you were screaming my name just n—”

you groan as his giggles only increase in volume, swooping you up easily before it falls silent and it’s only the sound of the shower filling your ears.

soon, the night is calm, something that isn’t the case usually with gojo, but you’ve casted such a deep spell on the strongest — the weakest when with you — that all he can do is watch your content face and humming voice with a silent love, fingers gliding through his white locks with shampoo and suds.

recently, satoru finds that he’s starting to smell more and more like you.

i have chronic loving-gojo-satoru-like-an-clinically-insane-person disease

[venomous-ragno]

How do they cuddle with you, hug you, touch you?

I take requests btw;)

Tags: gn!reader, sfw, fluff fluff and more fluff

Warnings: None~

Masterlist

Ghost isn't much of a cuddler. He lets you do as you please and may wrap an arm around you; when he does pull you close it's tight, desperate almost. His body speaks what words can't as he lets you feel just how much he longs for you, needs you at his side when he's known nothing but solitude for a decade too many. It's especially intimate to him when you fall asleep in his arms; He's not Ghost, but Simon, when he places soft kisses on your forehead then, letting your warmth burn him and all he's meant to be.

Price may be a Captain, but he's also a lover, a partner. He wants to be whatever you need him to be. He's seen his fair share of lovers parting ways for eternity - it comes with his line of work and yet he still walks that path with his head held high. Perhaps that's why he doesn't spare in affection when it comes to you: He kisses, cuddles, loves like it's his last day with you, because it may just be. He couldn't stand passing not having shown his love to you.

Gaz lifts you up like you're naught but a feather; he'll carry and swirl you like the prince charming he is, warming both of your hearts with sweet laughter. He's a cuddler through and through. Gaz hugs you like it's his last day on earth whenever he returns from deployment, not letting you go as he softly sways you back and forth. He may even be daring enough to grab a handful of your ass when he's had his fill (for now), laughing once again when you scold him for doing so.

Soap is an open book to you. He voices his adoration for you on a daily, makes sure you feel so loved and appreciated it'll last you through his next deployment. His hugs come in full and plenty: That military training is put to good use as he sneaks up on you doing laundry, lifting you up with a heartfelt laugh that you can't help but get infected by. He's your sun that makes every rainy day brighter. Especially when he rests his head on your chest, eyes closed, listening to your heartbeat. His favourite tune of all.

König is... Hesitant to touch you at first. Hands reach out but rarely make contact; he gets frustrated at himself. Time and patience is needed, but your unconditional love will be well worth it. When König feels safe with you, little declarations of love come easy to him. When he once couldn't bring himself to pull you close, now he won't let you go, burying his nose deep in your nape. Your smell grounds and calms him. He's nothing short of touch deprived and soaks up every bit of you like he's a starved man.

Alejandro - this constant smolder of a man pulls you to him like your absence pains him. And truly, it does. The void you leave has him insatiable, craving for ever more of you, knowing that it's a cycle he cannot escape from. Not that he wanted to, though. His hugs are protective and warm, caressing your neck and back almost absent mindedly. Once he's gotten used to your arms around him he finds it's hard to sleep without. He'll encourage you to touch him: Fix his hair, hold his hand, let your knee rest against his. It's never enough.

Rodolfo. Sweet, loving Rodolfo gives as he receives. Your hands on him never fail to have him hum, look up from whatever he's doing, "Yes, my love?". He doesn't mind if you're not big on physical affection, though he can't help himself from pressing soft kisses to your skin every now and then. His hugs are soft and he never lets go first. Your hand will be held securely in his whenever you two go out, and sometimes- sometimes his fingers brush your hips before pulling you close. A kiss must follow and Rodolfo smiles against your lips.

[ponderingmoonlight]

Sharing a bed with Levi for the first time after he came back

Just a little aftercare for this fic (click to read)

You still can’t believe your own luck. After all those years you endured this merciless war underneath the surface, all those years you prayed for your beloved husband to come back. And now he’s sitting next to you in the dim candle light far past midnight while reading through a tower of papers. And you simply cannot bring yourself to let go of him.

How are you supposed to ever let him go again when last time, you didn’t see him for years after?

“You should go to sleep, love. It was a long day”, he gently murmurs into your hair.

Looking up at him through sleep-deprived wet lashes still seems like a dream. Just the feeling of his warmth pressed against yours, his tight biceps between your eager arms, his minty smell you remember oh so well. It really seems like nothing changed.

But the look on his face tells you otherwise. Those dark circles that get enhanced by the dim moonlight don’t lie as well as the worry lines that now decorate his face. There is absolutely no doubt in the fact that Levi went through a lot without you. Your heart clenches uncomfortably inside your chest, arms holding onto him even tighter.

“I was wondering…If you’d mind sharing a bed with me…”, you mutter.

Why on earth are you acting so shy right now? The man sitting next to you is your husband, after all.

Levi lays the paper he just read through aside, hand lifting your chin up ever so gently.

“I don’t remember when I last slept a night, (y/n)”, he admits while putting strands of hair behind your ear mindlessly.

"It seems like I forgot how it works the day I lost you."

Your heart drops to the floor, eyes wavering in nothing but grief. What did he go through without you by his side, what horror did his grey eyes see? Out of instinct, you put your hand into his nape, draw his lips even closer to yours until they finally meet in a tender kiss.

“Let me show you how it’s done, then”, you whisper against his softness before you lift yourself up.

The air in the room around you seems to sparkle while your hand guides him to the plain single bed standing in the middle of the room. Countless nights, you imagined the love of your life back by your side. Countless nights, you tried to remember what his body feels like pressed against yours, his soft breath caressing your cheek every morning.

You let yourself fall onto the hard mattress, the bed not giving in an inch by your weight. Levi soon follows behind, his now dark eyes glued to your face.

“You can’t imagine how much I missed this. Since the day I had to leave you behind, I didn’t allow myself to fall asleep without holding you between my arms when I wake up.”

You feel like crying and giggling at the same time, a sad smile decorating your lips. Oh, how much you missed your husband, how much you longed for sharing a bed with him again.

“But now you can. Trust me when I say I’ll never leave your side again. No matter what. Even if you push me away.”

Oh, how good it feels to press your head against his firm chest, his steady heartbeat making you feel like home.

“I would never push you away, (y/n).”

He wraps his arms around your shoulders and waist gently, pushes you even closer against his inviting body. For the first time since you finally got your husband back, you allow your eyes to rest, to take a break from constantly gazing at him.

Slowly but surely, you feel his steady breath against your forehead, how his firm muscles relax around you just before you yourself get consumed by darkness.

What a bittersweet and tender night it is, finally sharing the same bed with your husband after longing for him countless nights.

[redbleedingrose]

Girl Dad!Eris when the Babes are Sick Headcanons

A/N: I was harassing @augustinerose with all my girl dad!Eris thoughts today, so I thought I would expand and share with you all, and maybe go into what the newborn stage was like for you and girl dad!Eris if y’all would like. And then maybe even what it was like postpartum with Girl Dad!Eris supporting you every step of the way.

Sigh, I am in love with the male!!! Send freaking help!!!!!!

During toddlerhood, when one of the girls is sick, the other babe is also feeling crummy :(

They are absolutely gonna climb outta their small beds and hold each others hands walking from their room to your door at the end of the hall, their guard dog following them on their heels and standing closely behind them. It is usually precious Twila who uses her small chubby fist to knock on the door, barely making any noise, but enough that the pups laying at the foot of our bed will come and see what's going on first.

Eris wakes up so fast, he is sucha light sleeper at a baseline that the slightest noise has his eyes snapping open. You, on the other hand, would stay passed out cuz its 3:30 in the morning, and also, you are incredibly warm and comfortable with Eris in bed. You feel utterly at ease and protected with Eris, so as the years went on, your sleeping has become heavier. Eris often teases you for snoring, like the smug bastard he is because he sleeps like the dead with at least one hand resting somewhere on your body.

Anyway, by the time the girls are poking their very curly, messy, bedheads beyond the door to peer inside your room, Er is already halfway to the door to see what they need. When they are feeling sick, all they wanna do is cuddle up to mama and papa and each other in your huge bed, and Eris has no qualms pressing soft, gentle kisses onto their warm foreheads and scooping them up into his arms, resting both of them on each hip before bringing them to your bed.

Marwa usually snuggles with you, ever the mamas girl, and Twila, ever the papas girl, will snuggle in with her papa. Don’t get me wrong, Marwa shoves at least one foot into Eris' side, her tiny toe nails digging into his rib cage, probably to feel his warmth, because she too, just like her mama, and gets overheated way too fast. It doesn't matter cause regardless, she will press her entire body up into yours, practically climbing on top of you while you sleep and shoves her face into your neck before passing out.

Marwa will pass out soooo fast, but Twila, our chatty little girl (maybe less so when she is sick), will babble quietly though not as quickly as usual, to her papa who is exhausted but will quietly hum and nod along to his babes ramblings while rubbing her back and stroking/brushing through her messy hair with his warm fingers until she falls asleep against his chest. And only then, when his girls are comfortably asleep, with one tiny foot digging into his side and a toddler resting on his chest, one of his hands tucked underneath your head (that is extremely numb though he will never ever complain about it) acting as your pillow, will he let himself go back to sleep.

He would obviously be the first to wake up in the morning, being high lord has trained his body to wake up at around sunrise. Before you and your babes, he would be up and out of bed within seconds of waking up, anxious to start his day to avoid the scrutiny and abuse of his father. After becoming high lord, after you coming into his life and giving him the best thing that has ever happened to him (that being your love and your children), he tries to stay in bed for at least half an hour to soak in the warmth and peace. He adores listening to your soft snores, and whenever the girls join you in bed, he cannot get enough of the small huffs and puffs of Marwa and Twila while they snooze away.

He shifts Twila into your side so he can get up, but you better believe that if his babes aren’t feeling well, he is going to be the one taking care of them alongside you. He would never let you feel alone in parenting, never make you feel like you are with a male who is incompetent in taking care of his girls.

The first thing he would do, is really only a secret between you and him. But he does have a morning cigarette to ease his nerves. It is a horrible habit he picked up during his teenage years, and after centuries of using it as a coping mechanism, he hasn’t been able to fully quit. You know he does it, and while you encourage him to stop, you recognize that he used to chain smoke, one cigarette trapped between his pretty lips after the other. The fact he only needs one in the morning to get him through the day, he finds quite unbelievable. It is another thing that he credits to you, another reason that he marvels at you.

Plus you cannot deny how hot Er looks while leaning against the balcony railing, shirtless with a cigarette held in his mouth . The hazy look in his hooded eyes, the smoke blowing out of his nose after a deep inhale, the way his entire body relaxes against the crisp autumn air. He is a sight to behold, so you can let one cigarette go. Knowing Er, he is probably gonna quit before the babes are old enough to realize he does smoke.

Anyway, moving on, after his morning routines of his cigarette, a 15 minute cold shower, mouth smelling minty fresh, and dressed in the most immaculate grey sweatpants and white long sleeve (that does nothing to hide his broad chest and toned arms (the slut knows what he is doing smh)), he is headed to the kitchen to cook you all up some breakfast. Usually, this is around the time that you join him, hugging him from behind and pressing kisses into the space between his shoulders while he leans back into you, but you are in bed with the babes, which means it will be nearly impossible for you to escape without one of them noticing, so he remains in the solace of the empty kitchen.

Because the girls are feeling crummy, I think Er would focus on making a warm maple and cinnamon flavored oatmeal for them and herbs steeping in the warm spring water that he will put into their sippy cups for them to use. Then he focuses on making you some breakfast. He knows you usually don’t each much in the morning anyway, so he makes for the both of you, a couple of pieces of honey and cream toast that you will share, and two cups spiced cardamom chai on the side.

He would wanna spend the day with you and the babes, especially if they aren’t feeling to good. Most of the day is probably going to be spent in your bed, and to be honest, those are Eris’ favorite kinds of days. The girls love to snuggle up next to you both and take naps intermittently throughout the day, and the times they are awake are spent reading books to them, playing games like “I-spy” while they peer out your balcony with their big curious eyes, and also just listening to their babbles and rants.

They are very opinionated girls, and they are happy to share with their papa that they think Forest House should be painted pink and purple, and all the curtains should be changed to a daisy yellow color to make your home look more inviting and “princessy.”

He would probs do it too, make Forest House into a doll house for his perfect little babes, but your amused nods, your cooing and giggling as they prattle on about making sure the carpets are yellow to match the curtains has him nearly certain your babes interior designer skills are too top tier for you. Though, he might be able to convince you to change up their play room decor.

Ugh and he just lives for when you are asleep with the babes, he spends hours watching over you three, thanking the gods and mother that he was blessed with such a beautiful, elegant mate who is the perfect mom, thanking the cauldron for his perfect babes, and honestly, praying for time to stop so that he can live in that moment forever, in pure happiness and peace.

[chweverni]

HOW I THINK _ bonedo 'n their love languages ! (pt.2)

pairing; ot6!bonedo x fem!reader synopsis; how would your adorable boyfriend(s) express their love for you? word count; 614 author's note; pt.2 is here!! wooo what are yall's thoughts on a taesan fic involving love potions? i got the idea a while back but idk if the commitment is there lmfaoo

read pt.1 here !

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KIM DONG HYUN - physical touch/gift giving & receiving !

ESFJs are.. interesting. when they're in love, every little thing their partners do, affect the way they judge their relationship. here, leehan would definitely be the one who's into physical affection a lot. for him, a day without your hugs and kisses, or cuddles right after waking up, is enough for him to jump into conclusions that maybe your day was bad, or that you had a nightmare. he'd do everything, in his favors to make your day better. leaving you in bed, with a forehead kiss, and going out of his way to bring you breakfast in bed is something i definitely think he'll do a lot! the type to be totally into pda because he desperately needs people to know that he has the most prettiest, cutest, sexiest, smartest and loving girlfriend on this entire planet!

think of gifts such as flowers, hand-made cards, CDs or cassettes, rings, things he made in art classes such as little pots, drawings, tickets to concerts or amusement parks, because he loves to spoil his babe a lot and would swim across oceans just to get you the things you like. and this would totally go both ways, too. you would exchange gifts whenever there's a special day you both would like to cherish together.

he'll probably get you hot water bags, chocolates, snacks and warm blankets when you're on your period and would check up on you frequently to make sure you're doing fine. he would give back rubs whenever you're having cramps, while you sleep helplessly on your bed.

"i made you this during pottery classes.. see the flowers here? they're real! i glazed them afterwards.", he'll say proudly, with his adorable eye smile.

you'd kiss him immediately right there and then, which he would return in a heartbeat.

KIM WOONHAK - quality time/physical affection !

another ENFP, who has an unhealthy obsession of being with and around you 24/7 because he just loves you a lot, he can't help it okay? for him, one second without you feels like eternity. you two spend every second together, being literally attached at the hip. the type to send you messages like, "i wish you lived next to me, so that whenever i wake up, i could just stick some notes in my window, wishing you good morning, hoping you'd see them.", knowing that you'd have to literally run out of your house to reach school on time if that happened. he's the one who yaps a lot in the relationship, while all you can do is either listen with full interest, or feed into his interests by asking him more. and if you do both, he'll probably be planning a future with you, far away from the main lands, because he wants you to himself.

the type to give you surprise hugs whenever you're fully focused on something, like reading a book, to see you flinch. he'll probably be into the concept of cheek touching, as a form of greeting you. be prepared for random kisses on your cheek, nose, forehead, lips, hands and knuckles through out the day, because poor baby just cannot get enough! think of teddy bear hugs, and him resting his chin on your shoulder.

he's totally the type to fall asleep in the bus/train ride home after school, leaning to your body or shoulder, while one of your earbuds is still playing faint music, to help him sleep.

"can you come over, baby? pretty please? i promise this is the last time i'm asking you this! i miss you.", even though it probably will continue to happen every single day.

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that's it! i hope i did them justice as usual <3

thanks for checking in on my blog, love you, bye!

all creds to chweverni only on tumblr !

[viviennevermillion]

Spending the night with them

notes: just some soft evening routine + cuddling before and during sleep headcanons. back on my genshin bullshit.

characters included: diluc, zhongli, pantalone

contains: character x gn!reader

warnings: none

D i l u c

You still cannot get over the fact that he has a butler

Literally asks you every night before going to bed whether you need his butler to bring you anything. He just wants you comfortable and taken care of.

Diluc often comes home late due to work or protecting the city of Mondstadt again.

He always tells you to go to bed before him if you're tired and yet on most days he comes through the door and is soon greeted with you tiredly wrapping your arms around him and resting your head against his chest or shoulder.

Diluc simply holds the back of your head with his hand and presses an appreciative kiss to your forehead. He's also tired and a bit exhausted so he's thankful to being back in the comfort of your embrace.

Let's you brush his hair before going to bed if you want to because he loves the feeling of you occasionally running your fingers through his hair.

May have a butler but every now and then he actually makes you a tea himself and brings it to your nightstand.

For a while you just lean against him while he sits on the bed and tells you about what happened in the tavern on that day. Diluc has both his arms wrapped around you and rests his cheek on your head.

He gives you multiple soft kisses to your lips before turning the lights off and falling asleep whilst holding you not soon after

No matter how he falls asleep, Diluc always sooner or later ends up sleeping on his back with his limbs sprawled out across the bed. Has a large rich people bed and yet still ends up taking all the space so that you either have to lay down on top of him or push him aside

To which he either responds by turning towards you in his sleep and wrapping his arms around you tightly, basically clinging to you, or letting out a grumpy noise and turning away to fall back asleep.

You've woken up more than one time to Dilucs asleep brain thinking your face is an appropriate resting place for his arm

Is super grumpy whenever he wakes up before morning but is instantly awake when you leave your place by his side. Probably his protective instinct.

Sometimes if you're lucky, when you push him aside a little so you have space to lie down, he'll search for your lips with his in the dark to give you a sleepy kiss

Looks absolutely adorable tho. His hair is very messy and he hums quietly in his sleep when you brush his hair out of his face or give him a kiss on the cheek

Lots of "You're laying on my hair" complaints tho

Z h o n g l i

Has been doing the same evening routine for millennia and he will not stop now

Starts at sunset with his 6 hour tea brewing and will not go to bed before the tea is ready and properly enjoyed

Lets you sit on his lap though and holds you close while telling you stories of Liyue's past

He often can't resist just pressing multiple kisses to your cheek and your lips and tell you how much he loves you. How sometimes you make him believe that you're a gift from Celestia and how his heart beats faster whenever he looks at you

Sometimes he'll read poetry to you or a book

Sighs if it's Rex Incognito again

"Haven't we read that at least 9 times by now?", he chuckles but reaches for the book shelf

"Well if people already write a book about my favorite person, what do you expect?", you kiss Zhongli gently and can feel him smiling into the kiss.

"In that case, they should write a book about you as well", he chuckles and nuzzles your neck.

When you've decided to put the book aside, usually Zhongli ends up just cuddling and kissing you for quite a while. He often whispers "I love you" between his kisses and cups your cheek.

He's forgotten that the tea was ready on more occasions than he'd like to admit solely because he was too focused on your affections to keep track of the time

Has a very satisfied smile on his face when you tell him you like his tea

Tells you it was a gift from Childe but you know he just forgot his Mora again when he went out to buy tea

Doesn't sleep much but he also has a lot of patience so he has no problem just holding you in his arms for the entirety of the night

It's those moments in which he'd reminisce about how you met and how much joy you've added to his long life

"I'm sorry, did I wake you?", he whispers when he notices your eyelids flutter open after he pressed a kiss to your forehead.

Will run his fingertips along your arm and over your back to help you fall back asleep

His heart skips a beat whenever you snuggle closer to him or give him a kiss when he thinks you're sound asleep. He feels so loved and blessed.

P a n t a l o n e

It's also no rarity for Pantalone to come home from work late or rather continue working at home at his desk, but not before seeking you out to give you your well-deserved affection. Or rather, the affection he'd repeatedly been craving during the day

Just sits down next to you and buries his face in your neck and places kisses on your skin repeatedly. Or he lays down with his head in your lap and looks up to you with a loving smile. He leans into your touch when you run your fingers through his hair or lay your hand onto his cheek

Touch-starved man.

Excuses himself and says that he still has some paperwork to do. "I'll be there for you in a bit", he reassures you and presses a kiss to your temple.

Sometimes you'll sneak up to him and wrap your arms around him from behind, glancing over his shoulder to see what he's doing. Which is definitely something shady and suspicious. Harbinger business.

"What do you have there?", you curiously look at one of the papers and Pantalone turns around.

"Nothing, dear~☆", he gives you his typical business smile and boops your nose. And you're like "The hell is he doing again? 🧐"

If you keep inquiring about it he'll pull you into his lap and starts trailing kisses from your lips down the side of your neck

"You know, this just tells me I should ask more questions", you raise your eyebrows in amusement

"Hmm, don't", Pantalone chuckles and his expression softens, "but I suppose I could put the paperwork aside for now. It's already pretty late..."

He wraps his arms around your waist to pull you closer and closes his eyes while resting his head on your shoulder.

Melts internally when you brush the strands of his hair out of his face to press a kiss to his forehead.

Is ready to prepare you a bath with a bunch of super expensive lotions and colorful products that make you inquire about their origin.

"I will not use anything that Dottore made", you warn him and he lets out a laugh, assuring you he bought them from vendors for luxury goods for an ungodly amount of money just to spoil you

After the bath he basically wraps you in a blanket like a burrito and carries you to bed. "But I'm not cold-", you protest and he gives you a teasing smirk. "Then I suppose being in my arms would be too warm for you?"

"Actually I'm freezing", you quickly respond and Pantalone snuggles closer to you.

He's a little spoon. Loves to be held.

Whispers "I love you, my dear", before falling asleep in your arms.

[almondx1ao]

Caesar Zeppeli hcs

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Cw: Nothing just fluff hcs with our favorite romantic

Word count: 1,050

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- If you caught his eye beyond just looks Caesar wouldn't uphold the Cassanova facade that he plays with the other women he flirts with.

- He would stop being a cassanova all together, he doesn't need anyone else and the flirting was just to fill his time.

- You're his everything, the sparkle in his eye

- Yeah sure, Caesar could smooth talk and make any women fall head over heels, but when it comes to you he is speechless. He looks at you like you are the most beautiful display in a museum.

- Caesar is ALREADY a romantic, he knows the best places to take you on dates. He knows exactly how to cater to you and your likes on dates, so he is not only the best date planner, but he's doing everything in his power to make sure everything is perfect for you.

- Caesar reads you like a map, everything about you, this man can and will know. Knows you like he knows the back of his hand, no even better than the back of his hand.

- Would cook dinner for you if you were feeling down, he is treating you like the royalty he thinks you are.

- In attemps to cheer you up he would put on music and bring you into the kitchen to dance with you

- Very well versed in ballroom dancing

- if you weren't he would let you stand on his feet so you could follow his lead. Does not mean he won't spin you around and dip you. When he dips you, he is kissing your forehead.

- The sound of you is like music to his ears, and he just stares at you, awestruck. If you call him out on his staring he would double down and call you the most beautiful person he's ever seen

- is always complimenting you, if you can't accept compliments he's doing it ten times more because he wants you to see the beauty he sees and he is not accepting anything less

- Caesar doesn't have a favorite place to kiss, he worships every inch of your skin

- Matching jewlery, he wants rings to match with you

- Talks about you a lot already, but would play it up if Joseph was around.

- Would rub in the fact that he had you in Joseph's face, not only because it's funny to see him pissed, but Caesar adores you

- Is spoiling you, no acceptions. If you look at anything in a window a little too long, he's taking you in the shop and buying it for you. You cannot refuse.

- The rose colored glasses stay on, Caesar is always seeing you as amazing no matter mistakes you make or if you're all dressed up or not.

- Very attentive and so willing to communicate with you, he's so healthy and so secure

- Knows you better than you know yourself

- When you have your period (for all of those that have it) he knows exactly what to get you and will let you lay in bed all day if that's what you want.

- would put his hand where your cramps were and keep it there until they went away

- He is such a gentleman to you and is chivalrous, he would not let you get out of the car without opening the door for you. He is taking care of you

- Acts of service, physical touch, and gift giving are his highest love languages

- He's covered in soap all the time, he's clean 24/7

- would still wear colognes as he would get bored of smelling like soap all the time.

- I think he would smell like vanilla and wood with a bit of soap mixed in

- He would do a skincare routine with you

- Caesar wants to do everything he can with you, he always wants to be near you

- He loves it when you lay on him and cuddle up to him, he wants to keep you safe and the safest place is in his arms

- In turn he likes being the big spoon when you cuddle

- Whispers sweet nothings into your ear until you fall asleep, is also playing with your hair

- would be the type to just look at you as you sleep to commit your features to memory and would trace each one.

- Caesar would wake you up with kisses and calling you pet names softly in italian

- Would also wake you up with flowers

- he wants things to always be plesant when you're around him

- Is the first to notice when you're upset

- Would pick you up any chance he got, he loves picking you up and spinning you around

- Wouldn't get jealous, he trusts you and he secure with himself, but if someone would get too touchy with you that's when things will become a problem

- Would be pristine after dealing with that person, this isn't his first rodeo

- He would only send you letters if he was too far away to talk to you or he would be spending time away from you. Caesar likes to romance you in person, he doesn't think letters hold the flare he does

- I feel like he would be the type to spritz the letter a little bit in his cologne

- if you didn't know hammon he would show you how his worked and probably would teach you if you asked

- If you're the type to blush easily, oh you bet he's teasing you. He wants to see how flustered he can make you, he thinks it's so cute

- but if you were to tease him back, he would be a blushing mess, he's not used to having people flirt back and he would get so flustered

- he knows how to dress well, very stylish

- Caesar knows how to keep the house clean, like it's nearly spotless

- if you get overwhelmed by a task, don't worry, he's got you. If you couldn't do it at all, he would trade you one he knows you do well. If you needed help he would be at your side encouraging and helping you.

- is always encouraging you

[straightupsickfics]

secret ingredient

can you believe it's december? i can't.

but i did manage to finish this little good omens soup fic that i'm going to use as day 2: bowls of soup for the 12 days of sickmas prompt list &lt;3

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For a being that never needs to sleep, Aziraphale is sick enough that he looks like he’s on the verge of falling asleep on his feet, and Crowley cannot say he enjoys seeing his angel this way. Always so full of excited energy and quick, unexpectedly funny quips, Aziraphale can do little more than blink dazedly at him at the moment. 

“Did you hear me, angel?” Crowley asks gently. He’d asked if Aziraphale wanted to go upstairs for some lunch and a nap, but the angel hadn’t replied. Instead, he’d snuffled helplessly into his tartan handkerchief, seemingly on the cusp of a sneeze that kept backing off at the last second. 

Now, Aziraphale brings a hand to his face and rubs at his eyes, thinks for a second, then shakes his head. “Ah, not quite, sorry, dear,” he murmurs. 

He just looks sick and contagious at this point, what with how red his nose has gotten in the last few hours alone, the way the dim light in the bookshop draws attention to the dark shadows beneath his eyes… 

“hh’hDTISshhh’oo!” 

…And the near-constant sneezing. 

Aziraphale hardly looks relieved at finally having sneezed, though. No, he looks like his sinuses are giving him hell, like he knows there are plenty more where that came from. He gives his eyes another rub, this time to wipe away an irritated tear, and Crowley can’t help but move in and envelope him in his arms. The angel settles into the hug almost immediately, sighing with relief as he tucks his head into Crowley’s shoulder, the soft sound of sniffling muffled against the warm fabric of his turtleneck sweater. 

“Sorry, I’mb snf! Quite a sight today, I’m sure,” Aziraphale mumbles. 

“Mm, sight for sore eyes,” Crowley says, tucking a kiss against the top of his ear. “Alright, let’s get you settled then, shall we? A nap might do just the trick. Take it from me angel, there’s nothing that sleeping for a few decades won’t fix.”

“Surely not decades,” Aziraphale says with what can only be called a pout. 

“Well, no, ideally not. Think I’d miss you too much for that,” Crowley confesses, and smiles a little when he feels Aziraphale hug him just that much tighter. 

“And while you sleep, I’ll make us some soup.” 

This is enough to make Aziraphale release him from their embrace and fix him with as withering a look as he can manage, given the circumstances. “Soup? Do you actually know how to cook… well, anything?” He asks, frowning.

Crowley gives an offended little sniff. “Not as such,” he says. “But how hard can it be? Humans do it every day, multiple times a day. And there are plenty of cookbooks for me to reference,” he teases.

Aziraphale’s eyebrows lift in alarm. “Cookbooks?”

“Sure, our cookbooks. In our cooking section,” Crowley explains. 

“Our cookbooks,” Aziraphale repeats under his breath.

Crowley grins at him. “Right, bed. And soup. Don’t worry about a thing, angel, everything will turn out just tickety-boo.” 

The angel is apparently too exhausted to argue any further, because he lets Crowley lead him upstairs to the small, cozy apartment they’ve been sharing these last few months. It’s strange, seeing Aziraphale curling up under the blankets. Normally it’s just Crowley who makes use of the bed for sleeping, with Aziraphale tucked in snugly beside him with a book and a hot cup of tea. 

It’s almost too tempting to slip in beside him now, draw the curtains, and lay down for a nap of his own while Aziraphale sleeps away his cold, but… there’s something drawing him to the idea of making the angel soup. Something quietly romantic and domestic about making something with his own hands that will make his partner feel better. 

So, Crowley makes sure Aziraphale has no less than three blankets, ensures that his feet are properly covered, and presses a kiss to his forehead before he promises to be back soon. 

“Don’t spill anything on my books, please,” Aziraphale frets through a yawn. 

He’ll be asleep in a matter of minutes, Crowley knows, whatever winter virus he has is taking a toll on him enough to knock him out for a good few hours. 

“You can trust me, angel,” Crowley says from the doorway. 

And he can. 

*

In the kitchen, things fall apart pretty immediately. 

Crowley has no idea where Aziraphale keeps anything, or, for that matter, which kind of soup the angel would prefer. And exactly how small is “diced?”

He decides on chicken soup because that’s a classically human “sick day” soup according to everything he’s observed over the years, and it seems simple enough. He’s not sure they have “wild” rice, but surely regular rice will do the trick? 

Of course he could conjure up the soup with much less effort, but that defeats the purpose. So, he chops and boils and hopes for the best, and the kitchen soon smells quite delicious, if he says so himself. 

(He does). 

Crowley ladles the soup into a bowl, conjures up some bread (he’s not that good in the kitchen after this singular attempt), sets everything on one of Aziraphale’s ancient serving trays, and makes his way back to the bedroom. 

“Hh’iiishh! Iishh’oo! Oh, good l-lord…hUH’ieesshhh’oo!” Aziraphale is in the throes of a sneezing fit when he opens the door, though, his body pitching forward as he sneezes helplessly into the pile of blankets, too tired to do much else. 

“Sounds like I’m just in time,” Crowley says by way of greeting. He sets the tray down on the bedside table and leans over to press a kiss to Aziraphale’s forehead. He definitely sounds worse than he had before his nap, so it wouldn’t be out of the question for him to have a fever now, too. 

“You always are,” Aziraphale says, still sniffling. “Don’t do that, you’ll get sick too,” he says, a worried edge seeping into his voice. 

“Bit late for that, isn’t it?” Crowley muses. “Here, look, I didn’t even burn anything down. I’m sure you’ll tell me if it’s shit,” he says, offering the bowl out for Aziraphale to take. 

“I hope I can even taste it,” Aziraphale says sadly. “Thank you, though, for going to the trouble, my dear. You’ll have some, too, yes?” 

“‘Course,” Crowley says, “when have I ever made you eat alone? No, don’t tell me, I’m sure there’s a running list in that brain of yours.” He takes the second bowl and sits next to Aziraphale on the bed. 

Crowley largely ignores his own soup, though, too busy watching Aziraphale take a careful first bite. Something flickers over his face, there and gone too quickly even for Crowley and his 6,000 years of Angel experience to parse, and he can’t help but frown. Maybe it hadn’t gone to plan the way he’d thought. 

When Crowley looks up again, Aziraphale’s face is flushed a delicate shade of pink and his eyes are shining bright with just barely held back tears. 

“What’s happening, angel?” He asks, worried now that something really is wrong. He scoots himself over towards Aziraphale and runs a hand through the familiar, soft blond strands, though this only makes him shake his head and the tears fall in earnest. 

“Oh, my dear,” Aziraphale sighs, swiping them away.

“Are you going to tell me what’s wrong, or should I start guessing?” Crowley says, deflecting as his face grows warm from the affection in Aziraphale’s voice. 

His angel gives him a smile so soft and fond that Crowley’s at risk of melting right there on the spot. “I can just...taste...how much love went into this,” Aziraphale finally explains, eyes still shining bright and not breaking eye contact.

“Ngk. I. Well, you know. I do…love you,” Crowley manages to croak, peering over the rims of his sunglasses so Aziraphale can see his eyes, too. 

Aziraphale beams at him. “I’ll be feeling as good as new after this, I think; thank you my love.” 

“S’nothing,” Crowley says, though he knows they both know it isn’t and has never been nothing when it comes to them. Aziraphale lets it go, though, just continues to smile at him as he sniffles through every few bites. 

When they’re done, Aziraphale curls himself up around Crowley, full and warm and ready for another nap, it would seem. 

“I really do appreciate you looking after me, you know,” he confesses as his eyes slip shut. 

Crowley smiles, feels his own face flush as he turns and drops a kiss to Azirphale’s forehead. “I know. Sleep now, angel. I’ll be here when you wake up.” 

[shoto-brainrot]

Shoto Todoroki as a Dad

Part 1

Headcanon, Fluff

❄️ He is unbelievably kind and gentle - he'll listen to everything they have to say and take any concerns they have, big or small, into consideration. He puts a lot of stock into their emotional well-being and will often ask you if the kids are happy and if he's doing enough

(don't touch me, I'm in tears just thinking about it)

>and you'll reassure him that he's doing a great job, but he'll keep asking nonetheless

❄️ He would be so gentle with them. It's been that way since the first time he held them in the hospital.Shoto is endlessly responsible and mindful of every movement He makes sure to be precise and careful with anything, from bottle feeding to giving them shoulder rides. He isn't the type to toss the kids high in the air but he'll definitely make ice slides

😭 He tends to run his fingers lightly through their hair and is fond of forehead and temple kisses. He is always nuzzling them, inhaling their scent and will have the softest smile while doing so

❄️ Keeping the kids warm or cool enough is always his MO. Every ounce of control he has goes into warming them up after playing in the snow or cooling them down when they have a fever. if they take after him, he'll prioritize teaching them temperature control (every day, honestly. It's very important to him).

❄️ Oh boy, he actually frets over them when they're sick. While he hardly ever gets sick, their raspy, little coughs and abnormal temperature will cause him quite a bit of anxiety. And rationally he knows they'll be fine. He's well-trained and knowledgeable, but sometimes you just can rationalize feelings away.

> He'll be at a loss for what to do at first, but he'll watch you tend to them and learn. He'll take night shift for administering medicine (he's so precise with the dosage and timing - down to the second, I swear) and use his quirk to keep them comfortable.

>I can see him being the type to take off work, even if they're not that sick, simply because he wants to spend the time with them

>you know the soup is gonna be the perfect temperature, right?

❄️ He always insists on carrying them to bed when they fall asleep on the couch or in the car. He has a small smile when he does this and it melts your heart every time.

❄️ he would be supportive and encouraging in any and all interests/hobbies they have. he wants them to choose their own path in life and if they're dedicated to a sport or instrument, he will provide everything they need. He'll make an effort to attend any special events involving those things (recitals, matches, shows). If he can't make it, he'll explain to them and promise to make it up to them after + follows through.

❄️ He would try very hard not to shower the kids with material possessions but would often fail (especially around the holidays). Part of it has to do with how he doesn't have a strong conceptualization of the cost of things. But he also just wants to get whatever the kids ask for, the moment they ask for it. You often have to explain that it will spoil them. And he gets it, really he does - but when your little one looks up at him with the same eyes as yours and asks for something their heart desires, it's theirs. Shoto is weak for them, and while the kids try not to take advantage (they really are considerate), their wish really is his command

❄️ Speaking of material possessions, he has a habit of adorning his daughter and wife with jewelry. It's a habit he developed from dating you and it's the one habit he cannot break.

Maybe it has something to do with how elegant you look in them or how his little princess reacts when he presents them, but he can't help himself and at this point, he's stopped trying. Every time he travels, he always comes back with a bracelet or some other bauble. At any rate, he makes sure they're iced out 💎

> maybe it has something to do with his ice lol

> He has good taste too ;m; the pieces are never too gaudy and rarely needs resizing (he's excellent about proportions 🤷)

> for his son, he will often get matching jewelry for them both. Think of a cute little wristwatch that matches Shoto's.

> He might consider getting them necklaces that are protective. Shoto doesn't really believe in those things but when it comes to his kids, having a star or Buddha charm isn't out of the realm of possibility. Especially since it's customary for babies

> He would 100% get his daughter an actual gem encrusted tiara without batting an eye. He would also confused at your reaction.

"It is a princess themed party, isn't it?"

❄️ Oh gosh, he would play with them for hours. He never got a chance to play as a kid and is endlessly fascinated with their toys. He'll spend hours building Legos, attending tea parties, and racing little remote cars. While the kids do try to control themselves when it comes to asking for things, it's actually Shoto who indulges them. It just makes sense, there's 7 sets in the collection therefore he has to get them all.

At least, that's what he learned from Midoriya and his meticulously curated All-Might collection

>The playhouse has to be fully furnished and functional - why not hire someone to build it for them?

❄️ He forgets to not spoil them and you sort of try to remind him, but you don't really have the heart to curb him finally getting to experience the joys of childhood

❄️ And the kids do a wonderful job of teaching him. He genuinely enjoys playtime and learning hopscotch, ball games and jumprope for the first time. The kids might tease him a bit but he'll laugh (maybe even blush a little) + cite how thankful he is that they're so patient with their old man

And he looks so happy, it makes your heart 💓 every time

❄️ He was overwhelmed by amusement parks, zoos, movies, etc at first. He never got to enjoy places like that growing up and feels as though he is too old for them. But having kids, oh.... He finally allowed himself to truly experience them. It was almost miraculous to see how expressive he got. He loved seeing them go on the Merry-Go-Round and scooping them up to play arcade games. His smile when he would run with the kids with kites 🪁or bubble hoops 🫧 ... -sigh-

> OOO imagine him swinging the hammer and watching it ding the bell or sharp shooting targets with ease but sucking it up with basketball throws and ring tosses 😆

> Oh and he is so grateful that you plan all of these outings, he kisses you so deeply at the end of the day, whispering how happy it made him

❄️ He always makes time for his family. He is all about work-life balance and is firm in certain dates where he is not available under any circumstances - AFO levels of danger aside. It's almost never a problem as he makes sure to complete his work to the point where they don't need him around those dates but on the off chance they he has to, he often makes up for it as soon as possible.

❄️ I truly think him healing his inner child will happen through experiencing fatherhood. He's going to feel at peace and settled, I just know it.

❄️ I am of the opinion that he might slip up and say some things that aren't exactly age appropriate to the kids. He explains things to them as though they are old enough to understand much to your horror at times. He'll follow your lead though. I think he'll pay close attention to how you speak to the children and model the same behavior. If he isn't sure about something, he'll consult you. You'll explain.

"Maybe we should wait to explain to the them the finer nuances of xyz 😅."

❄️ Listen, I don't think Shoto would understand why the kids would have to believe in things like Santa Claus or the Toot Fairy, but will go along with it if you insist. He isn't sure how normal households are run and will hesitantly accept it because wants them to have a normal childhood. But that doesn't stop him from worrying about 'lying to them' or 'shattering their illusions.' I'm sure you guys will come to something 🙂

That's all for now! Let me know if you guys want a part 2

[bardicbeetle]

sitd bsi (or maybe a proper snip I am still deciding) - take what you need

Hi, completely unedited and also suggestive content under-cut. Do I need to put it under cut, probably not it's very tame, am I mostly asexual and feel a tiny bit weird about tagging folks in something that even hints at sex? Yes. Will I get over it because I want to share it since early days Jesse and Daniel wreck me as a person and i'm a goddamn adult? Yeah.

So here have some consensual blood drinking that is totally definitely not immediately post anything else happening (lie), anyways this piece brought to you by Teeth from Aviators.

There is a singular line break indicating a POV change.

Enjoy <3

“You’re cold again,” Jesse is talking around things and he knows it, he cannot bring himself to fucking care right now. “you—”

“I’m fine. Just tired.” Jesse just shakes his head, pulls Daniel towards him and finds no resistance in the motion. Daniel follows, lets himself be tugged back into Jesse’s lap, forehead resting on his shoulder. “You’re insufferable.” There’s no bite to the words, no malice, Jesse can still see the ghost of a laugh in his expression when he looks down.

Daniel will push him back into the bed and they will fall asleep like this. He knows that.

Fuck it.

“You promised not to do this to yourself again,” Jesse says softly, fingers tracing lightly up Daniel’s back, scar to scar to scar. “I told you—I don’t mind—”

“Jesse,” It’s mumbled against his skin, “sleep.”

“Take it,” Jesse growls, fingers threading through Daniel’s hair and pulling him back enough to look in the eye. “I know you need it, drink.” It’s low and sharp, and his fingers dig into Daniel’s side as he speaks.

He is rewarded with the slow slipping shut of Daniel’s eyes, the barely audible fuck that comes before he lets Jesse guide him back. Lips to throat. Teeth to pulse.

He is also not awake enough to lie to himself and say that Daniel’s teeth in his neck isn’t doing things to him this time. He could lie last time—he almost died—this is different. He can feel every time Daniel pulls away, the sharp sting of air on an open wound—the heat of his breath and drag of his tongue just before teeth follow into another bite. Daniel is exhausted and starved, but not to the same point he was on the beach, this is controlled, this is—

—fuck.

The next time Daniel pulls back, Jesse feels blood starting to run down between them, warm and then cooling in the air against his skin. None of the bites ever bleed long. Someday he’ll bother asking why. Not right now. He drags Daniel up, back to his lips—the taste of his own blood should probably be a lot more unsettling and yet. He thinks maybe it’s offset by the sight. Eyes blue and then red and then back. Like Daniel is trying to keep something in. Keep a handle on it.

There is a small part of Jesse that wishes he wouldn’t.

Daniel laughs into the kiss, small and breathless and Jesse has the distinct feeling he has thought something too loudly again.

~*~

At some point or another, Daniel is going to regret this.

Not right now, mind.

Not while he’s got blood in his mouth and Jesse’s hands in his hair.

So Daniel gives in to it. Drowns himself a little in the endorphin rush that comes with Jesse’s blood right now. Drags teeth from his throat down his chest just for the shiver it elicits and the way Jesse drops his head back and moans.

This is unfair to one of them.

Maybe both of them.

It’s going to make tomorrow night a lot harder.

But for now he’s going to pretend that doesn’t matter. Take a goddamn break from thinking about how much of a mess this has all become and lose himself in the fact that Jesse touches him like he’s precious. There are nails digging into the flesh of his back and a hand wrapped up in his hair but both are controlled like Jesse is afraid of hurting him. Jesse pulls and guides him along and demands that Daniel take what he needs but it is all within an undercurrent that he won’t push too far.

It’s not that night on the beach again.

The promise goes both ways.

Daniel broke his half.

Jesse is holding his.

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[hxxseung]

☆ enhypen soft relationship headcanons because i love them smsm

1/7 !! lee heeseung edition

(there’s a lot so bear with me)

!!☆ fluff

so he’d definitely microwave you ramyeon whenever you’re feeling out of it

microwave because he’s afraid of burning something the sweet man

(it happened once he’s never letting it happen again with you)

and like he’d go to the convenience store at like 2am with you

if it meant you being happy to get that one food you were craving

he’d totally pay and then tease you for not paying

but would forbid you from paying

like ever

AND omg he’d get so so so shy whenever you compliment him

i mean he already does

but like

he’d totally get flustered and like all soft :(

i wanna hug him fr :(

FOREHEAD KISSES. you cannot convince me otherwise.

he would cradle your face in his hands and give you a little peck on your forehead, then your nose, then your lips

and then he’d stare at you until you kiss him back

and then get all happy and shiny when you do omg i love him

he would make it his utmost duty to protect you whenever y’all go outside

like even if it’s just to get the mail he would be like

”no i can do it, it’s okay, it’s really early. you stay in bed i can get it for you.”

SCREAMING ILHSM

but he will endlessly poke fun if you sleep in

remember his iland morning call rap?

yes exactly

“it’s morning, why aren’t you awake? if you aren’t awake, what are you going to do?”

he’s the type to fluff up the pillows before going to bed like

he’d say he’s doing it for himself but it’s very clear that he spends more time fixing your pillow

even though you’re both fully aware that you will be on his chest by midnight

200/10 WOULD SING YOU LULLABIES AFTER BUSY/TIRING DAYS

he knows he can sing and he knows you like his voice so he just wants to make use of it to help you omg crying

kinda backhugs like that clip of his hands on jay’s waist?

that but he’s leaning into you and you’re leaning against his chest

he would love you and your body so much he’s just gonna want to cuddle every time you’re both free

at home? cuddle. in the car? hand holding or cuddling if possible. eating? def shoulder leaning.

physical contact is everything

omg and i had this thought that since he’s like a very leader type

automatically assigned the leader role

he’d want to not really lead per se, hee would totally prefer to follow you

because he wants you to feel comfortable in the relationship and he just

trusts you

he trusts you so much that he wouldn’t even try to lead anything big. he’ll nudge towards it but not as much initiation as hint-dropping

relationship-wise and otherwise

he’d have conversations with you while you’re asleep

ask you about your day, reply with how his day went, follow up with meals and check in on hydration/medication

and would say the things he’s too scared to say when you’re awake

for “practice”

boy is fr very thorough with his practice that shit goes on for days

and he pays so much attention to you that he knows exactly how you breathe when you’re really sleeping

so he’ll whisper the harmless, risk-free things when you’re not quite there yet

he would give you little kisses in the places you’re insecure of

corny jokes all the damn time

it’ll take him some time to get comfortable but once he is comfortable he is in his ELEMENT fr like

“am dope”

would never admit he’s not feeling well just for your sake

but would be so soft when you take care of him like he would totally cry :(

he genuinely cannot believe that he could ever find someone like you and would randomly get very emotional

he loves spending time with you

if it’s a hobby or if it’s a restaurant or if it’s something neither of you have ever done and are trying for the first time

he will put in effort to make sure it’s perfect

and would and will fall for you a hundred times again

please please play with his hair :(

he will learn everything about you.

birthmarks, freckles, scabs, scars, favourite jewellery, wishes, pets, family/siblings, who your favourite cousin is, your middle name’s origin

and he’d love all of it

he’d love all of you <3

[saey707]

Kinktober Day 2 {Yone}

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ Spooky Prompt: Daddy Kink Champion Focus: Yone (㇏(•̀ᵥᵥ•́)ノ) GN reader 🎃 Warning: NSFW (Brief)!

Author's Note: This Yone is going to be Modern AU, simply because I cannot imagine Runeterra Yone wanting to be called daddy (plus I will have more to work for headcanons if it is modern) + This is the first "least kinky writeup" prompt of Kinktober. I think Yone would just be a sexy daddy personality wise ૮ ◞ ﻌ ◟ ა Enjoy! PS: The Wild Rift images were screenshots by me! &lt;3

Yone is the kind of man anyone would be lucky to be with. He was clean-cut, knowing exactly how to take care of his skin, hair, body, and his mind. In fact, his lifestyle was almost identical to a cliché influencer who had a 12-step skincare routine, drank tea with their locally-sourced honey toast in the morning, and meditated for an hour after they woke up.

So for a guy like Yone to be with someone like you something made you feel a little insecure. Hell, the last place you expected to meet the love of your life was on a 3-star dating app that was recommended to you by your best friend, who thought you were spending too much time reading romance stories on your phone until 2 am!

But Yone didn't care about any of that. He didn't care if you slept at 2 am or always ate yesterday's leftovers for breakfast every morning. He loved you for you.

This man will financially support you. In fact, Yone insists on doing it! He is the type of man that wants to take care of the people he loves, and with you as his significant other? There is no way around him wanting to provide and take care of you!

You wouldn't even have to work if you didn't want to. Yone would be perfectly fine with you staying home and taking on a more domestic role! Of course, that won't stop him from assisting you around the house when he comes home from work, always doing the dishes at night and making the bed in the morning! Again, he is very clean-cut with routines.

Or, if you do want to work, he would be sure to take on the househusband aesthetic with great honor. There wouldn't ever go a day your clothes would overfill a laundry basket. Plus, there would always be a delicious bento made for you in the morning before you left, and a hearty feast at night on the table!

Yone wants to be called daddy, there is no getting around that. He has a huge daddy kink! Whether he is a stay-at-home househusband or your working husband, this is what he wants. Because at heart he has been- and always will be- a caregiver and provider, as much as he would be your lover!

Every time you call him daddy his heart flutters. To him, being called the sentiment was almost an accomplishment. It was an appraisal and made him feel good!

"Be careful, deer. I wouldn't want you to get hurt." He cooed to you, turning down the flame on the stovetop, watching as you hastily move about the kitchen. "Thank you, daddy~" You sang back.

He has no qualms playing the daddy role in bed with you either. In fact, he lives for giving you a good spanking while he takes you from behind. "Good, baby... Mmm you feel so good~"

Sometimes Yone just genuinely gives off the vibe of being a father: He stands in front of the TV with his hands behind his back, falls asleep watching J-Dramas at the kitchen table, and will make you take your shoes off at the door. But you always find all of his little quirks cute as a button!

When it comes to giving you attention Yone is always there at your beck and call! His hugs are always bear hugs, all-enveloping and warm. He'll rub your back and give you a little squeeze, placing a gentle kiss on your forehead.

"Love you, daddy~" You whisper, his nose brushing against your temple. You can feel the faint smile that ghosted its way onto his handsome lips, "I love you too, deer..."

[beauregardlionett]

You are so right about QPR Fearne and Orym. Do you have any fun headcanons about their QPR?

my gods i just LOVE their dynamic - honestly most of the stuff they do in canon already has fed into this like

the constant cuddling every night they're together to fall asleep

personal headcanon is that whenever Orym's had a rough go of a battle, he rides on Fearne's shoulder and pretends it's for a better vantage point but really he's just exhausted

i think this is part canon and part headcanon but whenever they've got down time that Orym doesn't use for training they sit together and just exist in the same space while leaning against each other

Fearne gives Orym a little kiss every day just for her own personal needs - forehead, cheek, the top of his head, his hands, the tip of his nose, etc.

Fearne's flowers in her hair usually hold up for a long time and to a lot of conditions because of her Fey nature but Orym constantly grows flowers for her with Druidcraft and does her hair for her (i think he got good at hairstyles because he was always around Will's sisters and their long hair)

Orym has a lot of trouble relaxing - like turning off his passive perception won't stop kind of thing - so Fearne has gotten very good at giving head scratches to get him to unwind

they joke about it sometimes, but Fearne constantly tells people that Orym belongs to her; he's not sure when it started but Orym catches himself referring to himself as Fearne's and Fearne as his

again, this might be partially canon but they constantly carry something from the other on their person; like Fearne gives Orym a ribbon, a trinket, a flower and Orym gives Fearne specific flowers that have personal and protective meanings, a piece of jewelry he thinks she will like, etc.

they stay up late sometimes, curled into each other or just sharing a blanket or holding hands or twisting their fingers together and they just talk and talk and talk; Orym tells Fearne about Will because she was one of the first to know and she gets it and she's sweet and patient and kind about everything he tells her; Fearne tells Orym about home because as much as certain details are strange and freak him out, he loves hearing about her life

whenever they're separated, they worry about the other first and foremost, even if it means ignoring the people right in front of them (this is somewhat canon...)

these are just some of my own ideas about them but again a lot of this is kind of fueled by some of the stuff they've done in canon! i just cannot WAIT for them to finally reunite and give each other the biggest hug especially after e63

[heavenbykvar]

November 26, 1872, Hyocheon

The babe was only one day old, but it felt like she had been with Heaven for an eternity. The young mother loved her daughter with all her heart, and now she could not fathom life without the little babe. Heaven giggled. How odd was it when she arrived in Aewora, she did not even imagine she was with child. 

That morning, Heaven sat in a rocking chair, slowly and quietly rocking Victoria in her arms. The baby girl had been sound asleep until suddenly she woke up from rest and began wailing. Heaven hummed to her, her voice as lovely and soft as birdsong. 

“In summer days, the wall stood strong,

Ivy weaved and creeped along,

As fall took hold the vine remained,

With a single leaf that has sustained.

The flaming red absorbs the light,

Bathed in warmth, it’s clinging tight.”

Victoria immediately stopped crying and looked at her mother with her bright aquamarine-teal eyes, like the waves softly hitting a tropical island. Indeed, like the waves. Victoria had tangerine fuzz on her perfect round head. The baby’s gaze was as if she was studying the woman that had birthed her, examining her lovely features — that she is sure to have inherited and will later grow into. 

“That is your song, baby. When you are grown up, I will explain it to you why this song is so important to us,” said Heaven, as if Victoria could understand her already. 

It surprised all when baby Victoria opened her eyes for the first time. She had inherited her great grandfather’s eyes. Heaven kissed Victoria’s forehead and continued rocking her. Heaven closed her eyes. “I am blessed.” she whispered and then continued humming and singing. 

“It whispers out so magically…

I seem alone, but do you see

the vine is what has made me grow

Nourished me, and made me whole.

I am it, it is me,

We are one… again, we will be.”

Heaven would spend all of her time with the baby in the nursery. Any small thing the babe needed, Heaven was there to happily give it to her. She did not want to miss any moment with her. 

Heaven loved to hear the little whimpering, every cry, and every other sound her precious daughter had made. Motherhood was indeed wonderful. 

“Such a beautiful girl,” Annika remarked. She was a proud grandmother.

Heaven nodded, smiling. 

“We will have to stay here. It is clear we cannot sail back, not now and not soon. The little girl is too frail to travel yet.” 

Heaven’s smile faded. “I know, oh I know. I understand we cannot take the risks. I will have to write and send John a letter.”

“You have to let him know he is a parent now. The most important of all news. So he can prepare himself mentally and emotionally.”

A feeling of regret came to Heaven. “He is already a parent.. that poor daughter in Richmond. Little Victoria’s half-sibling.” She winced. She did not admit it to her mother, nor did she want to. 

Heaven also felt terrible keeping secrets from her mother, but she knew some things are better left unsaid. 

A month later, the letter Heaven wrote and sent finally made it’s way right onto the Singer’s doorstep.

Hana opened the door and retrieved the letter before it had started raining. She had already found John a wheeling device that made him move around in the house. 

But the wheel on the left side still needed fixing, and because of this, John did not dare push himself around. 

Smiling almost shyly, Hana held the package which contained the letter and walked towards John. 

John moved the candle beside the sofa he was sitting on closer and opened the precious package to read the letter his beloved wife had sent him from her kingdom.

“My dearest husband,

I have joyous news to tell you! 

It is true my kingdom had won the war. The Japanese surrendered. General Jung Min-kyu is my hero, I tell you! 

It does not stop there. Prepare yourself, my love, because it is life-changing news...

We have a baby now. Our little girl Victoria had finally come. She is our victory. 

And that is why I cannot come home yet. She is still too tiny to travel, I do not want to risk her health. I hope you will understand.

How could I have been with child when I was not showing signs of it, you may be thinking...

It is not too much of a mystery. There are times when some women become pregnant and they do not even show a single sign of it. No sickness in the mornings, seemingly no added weight, irregular “cycles”...

I believe that is what happened to me. 

My cycles have been irregular most of my life and I thought nothing of it. 

I have kept you in my prayers every night, my love. We will see each other again, unsure when, but it will happen.

I love you.

Your wife, Heaven.” 

“Oh my lord,” whispered John as he clenched the paper. 

“What is it?” Hana asked.

“She confirmed your kingdom has won the war, but there is something else.” John wiped tears from his midnight eyes.

“I’m a father again. Our Heaven had a baby girl named Victoria.”

Hana gasped and covered her mouth with her pretty, small hand. John can see that Hana was smiling behind her hand. She was clearly delighted. But he couldn’t deny that his first reaction was panic: how could he help raise a child if he was immobile? How will Heaven deal with life as a young mother, with a “broken” husband and a child to look after? Two helpless mouths to feed and take care of. And not only that, the little precious girl has a murderous devil for a father. John covered his eyes with his hands and sobbed in shame and in fear of his beloved girls’ future.