#fluff!!

[starstruck-flames]

Down time - Nanami Kento

Don’t… don’t say anything. It’s been a busy day and I just need you, don’t move. I’m feeling your warmth against my chest.

I love you. I always will. Do you think we’ll be doing this even when we’re old and grey? I only hope I’d have more time with you…

Content includes: Fluff… fluff ❤️, man just needs to destress, Nanami has had a long day at work and he’s just wanting to hold you. No moving… He truly loves you ❤️

Song for your mood?

The door clicks open, the low groan of the well used floorboards alerting you to the fact your partner has returned. Moving quickly, leaving half prepped veggies to lie on the chopping board as slippers softly pad against linoleum flooring to greet him.

“Ah, Kento wel-Ah?!” Your usual greeting is disturbed by his strong arms suddenly upheaving your form, carrying you further into the apartment. He’s a quiet man but never this quiet. You can’t help but quietly giggle, looking towards his unchanging expression.

The sofa makes a dull thud as he sits down, moving yourself to sit on his firm lap. He worked you, and you could tell as slightly squishier thighs settle on either side of his. Straddling him, you tilt your head as you silently question him.

He can sense when you’re about to protest, he appreciates that normally he’d wait for you to be done with dinner. It’s the routine, and one he enjoys but today…

His hand quickly weaves itself into your hair, pulling you closer as he embraces you.

“Don’t say anything,” He states quietly, almost a command as a heavy sigh is finally released. “I just need this for a minute.”

“Ah-“ You go to respond but quieten down, simply nodding as you readjust to have your head rest on the crook of Nanami’s neck. Your ear in the perfect position to hear his heart rate settle as his hold on you become more comfortable, knowing that you were safe and here. In his arms.

Nanami had seen a lot of things over his time working. He knew that, but…

He closes his eyes, thinking back to the sewer today. Where he’d encountered…

His eyes glance down to your body, your hair, your peaceful expression. It worried him, knowing that something out there was around that could find you. Though, he knew you were smart, strong in your own right.

Nanami places a kiss against the top of your head.

“…I love you.” He basically mutters into your hair. “Let’s get takeout tonight.”

[phantomrose96]

Haunting

prompt idea from @zillychu, set in the same universe as the rest of the Ghost Speak series (as in, Ryan Finn is here).

...

“Thanks for coming all the way out here, Ryan. I know it’s a long trip.”

“You kidding? A chance to see my buddy Edward, investigate some ghosts with him, and cap off the day with Eddy treating me to a basket of fries? I wouldn’t miss it for the world,” Ryan Finn answered, one fry between each finger of his right hand in a sort of Wolverine parody. Edward Lancer would say he looked a bit wired from the 9-hour drive, but Ryan always looked like that.

“Still,” Lancer responded, though he didn’t feel all that bad about calling Ryan out here. He traced the rim of a heady glass of beer with his right index finger. Bass music wubbed from the speakers overhead, and in the dim light of the grill it built a small cocoon around Lancer and Ryan. It kept their conversation private.

Lancer sipped his beer, and he was not usually a drinker, but these things on his mind lately had him on edge. And they were so much more potent now that he’d dragged Ryan along to witness it, now that he had another person who had seen it and made it real.

Ryan jammed his arsenal of french-fries into his mouth. Lancer took another sip.

“So what do you think?”

“Hmm?”

“About Danny?”

“Ah, yep, I mean he’s definitely doing that.”

‘That’…was a way to phrase it, Lancer supposed. He’d taken Ryan back to Casper High, room 209, about half an hour after sunset. Lancer had wiled away many a sunset seated at his desk there, grading papers while the sun stole away from the sky. He wasn’t sure if it would happen, this time. If maybe it was a phenomenon only he could witness. But after 10 minutes of standing in silence, darkness cut only by a desk lamp, they’d seen it.

A shimmer. Glowing eyes. A warble cutting air not unlike the bass pumping overhead. It left a shape like an oil stain on space and time, and its eyes found them, and watched, and then shorted away. Gone. It took only another 7 minutes for the thing to reappear, farther back in the classroom, facing the opposite way. A warbling stain, here, eyes, up, staring, gone with a noise that left Lancer’s ears ringing just faintly.

“Am I haunted, Ryan?”

“Oh yeah, definitely. Well you or the room. You say it only happens in the room? Then the room, and you too probably, together.”

The confirmation sat heavy in Lancer’s gut. It left him feeling unsettled in a way that all the ghost activity of Amity hadn’t managed to plant in him.

“…So do you know how to make it stop?”

Ryan blinked, momentarily taken aback. “Well, yeah I do but—” He planted a hand firmly on the table and leaned heavily over it, elbow twisting out at an odd angle as he interrogated Lancer with his eyes, “do you really want it to stop?”

It was Lancer’s turn to falter. “I’m haunted, Ryan. Of course I want it to stop. That’s bad, isn’t it?”

“Only if you think it is.”

“It’s… not bad?”

“Well it can be bad. If the ghost haunting you is bad. Which this ghost—”

“—is not. It’s Danny.”

“It sure is.”

“So why is it happening?” Lancer pressed.

Ryan laughed. “Because he’s comfortable with you.”

Lancer seemed to miss a beat. His eyes shot a little wider. The silence settled between them. Ryan shoved another fistful of fries into his mouth and spoke through his chewing.

“I mean, he’s gotta feel comfortable around you, if he’s haunting you—your classroom—whatever all the same.”

“But why is he doing it?”

“Oh he probably doesn’t know.”

“So it’s not intentional?”

“Nah.”

“And he doesn’t realize he’s doing it?”

“You could ask him, but I’m guessing no.”

“So then… why?”

“Oh hard question, Edward. I mean, why do cats stare at you all soft and squinty when they’re comfortable? Why do rats do that bobble-bobble thing with their eyes?”

“This feels different, Ryan.”

“Trust me it’s very similar.”

Lancer ruminated on his glass for a moment. “Is this normal?”

“Oh, very.”

“And it’s not dangerous?”

“Nah.”

“Usually when you hear about a haunting, it’s dangerous.”

“Usually when you hear about a ghost, that’s dangerous. Do you think Danny’s dangerous?”

“No.”

“Well there you go. Harmless ghost. Harmless haunting.”

Lancer thought about this. “Okay, okay so just—hypothetically—you said you know how to make it stop? How would that work?”

“Oh, simple,” Ryan said. “Make Danny not feel comfortable around you anymore.” He picked up some more fries in his greasy grip. “You could get mean with him, fail him, stop getting his ghost papers translated, stop giving him leeway with the ghost stuff, and bam! I bet this would stop.”

“You don’t think I’d do that, do you, Ryan?”

“It’d break my heart if you did. I’d never speak to you again. I’d disown you and adopt Danny.”

“He has parents.”

“And they’re hunting him. He needs someone in his court.” Ryan crammed the rest of the fries in his mouth and swallowed. “Unfortunately I live 9 hours away. I hear you’re much closer.”

Lancer nodded, and he nodded harder, finding the tightness in his chest easing.

…

5:30pm came sooner than Lancer could have expected. The sun had vanished about an hour ago, sweeping away in a wash of pale pinks and deep reds. Lancer sat alone, halfway through a stack of English tests, desk lamp buzzing faintly at his side.

He heard it before he saw it—the wub of wobbling air. Then the oil stain followed, a shivering shimmering something which spilled into the air, and dropped the temperature a few degrees.

Lancer looked up. The thing’s glowing green spherical eyes looked back at him, mop of pure black hair providing the faintest of silhouettes to the thing’s shape.

Lancer offered it a little wave.

And it vanished.

[thrasheraxe]

UPDATE; still working on the long one and got another two shorter ones on their way so here take this sorta cringy little fluffy piece I wrote a while ago:)

“Friends”

hetfield x reader

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I open my eyes softly, as I feel the sun beating down on my face.

The sun almost looks like liquid gold the way it flows through the blinds and creates beautiful fragments everywhere,I watch for a little while but the glow only gets stronger and I sigh, a peaceful sigh.

I go to lean back into the bed before I realize that I’m not at home.

I look around and realize where I am, a smile tugs at the corner of my lips, I remember the night before.

We were so tired and just crashed but I wasn't expecting to be in the bedroom, but I was too tired to notice.

I turn to the man next to me, his hair almost as bright as the sun as it falls in beautiful wavy cascades. My chest tightens at the sight and I feel at home.

He is sleeping and I can't help but study his beautiful features, the way his eyelashes touch the tops of his cheek and what seems like an ever permanent smile on his face. The way his nose is both strong and soft at the same time, it fits him perfectly.

He breathes deeply, not stirring and I cannot help but melt.

His hair falls down far beyond his chest and I feel the urge to touch it, it looks so soft and the curls forming a beautiful amalgamation. They twist and turn around each other, it reminds me of the ocean, not a singular knot or imperfection in sight.

I pick up a few strands and run my hands through them, it feels like silk, it feels wonderful.

My heart flutters slightly and I curse to myself.

This is not how you should feel about a friend.

Yet, I don't want to let go.

I continue playing with the strands in my hair and as almost as if I was on autopilot I begin braiding. Smoothing over each plait afterwards and running them through the palms of my hands.

This moment feels like a dream, and yet, like a dream I let the flow continue.

He stirs again, and opens his eyes, I hastily let go, it hurts to let go.

It felt almost like a knife to the chest, but I shake the feeling anyways.

I avert his gaze and mumble “Morning.”

“Good morning friend.” He smiled mischievously, a hint of knowing in his eyes.

My heartbeat increased rapidly and my face flushes bright red.

“Hm..?” He hums while feeling the braids touch his face. He wraps one around his finger and smiles broadly.

“Now how did those get here?”

[fcntasmas]

fluff

[stonyholic]

swap out, swap in

week 1

team marry | fill for the @stevetonygames bingo square “body swap”.

“tony, stop pinching my body.”

[kym-m]

Two hearts that beat as one 💓

FINALLY SOMETHING OTHER THAN GENSHIN DSAJHDHJA SLOWLY SLIDING BACK IN MY UNDERTALE PHASE<33

Chara, Frisk x GN!Reader (Separate,,)

Genre: Fluff!!

Chara and Frisk have an S/O whom knows how to bake/cook!

Chara

Chara would not stop pestering you, they insist on you trying to bake one of their mother's recipe's, though they could only remember it vividly. No worries! They guide you through the whole thing,,, though they might have accidentally poisoned Asgore they are pretty experienced and know their way around the kitchen! They learned from Toriel:)

Even if they are merely a ghost you take a slice and neatly plate it as you walk towards where their ghost is staying, you silently put the plate of the freshly baked treat you had made in front of them, they raise their eyebrow "Why? I cannot even hold the utensil." they say, you frown slightly "Yeah,, im aware but that does not mean i can't make something for you right?" they stay silent but slowing nodding to you statement, they hum and pick up the fork, it slid right through them. They chuckle "See?... But however,, Thank you." they smile. You gave them a smile back. =)

Frisk

A Sweetheart, would be so persistent in learning how to bake so they could help you in the kitchen, had to ask Toriel for some tips, they got all giddy and happy when they learned the basics, was so proud of themselves for learning how to bake. You two enjoyed your freshly baked sweets after, sharing your sweet tooth with frisk was the best.

They always begged you to bake with them from there, somehow really good at convincing? even if they have the same expression,,, the most you saw them react was when they gave a small smile to toriel, you asked them to smile for you however.. they stayed silent and broke the tension by running to get the flour and eggs, you groaned but giggled at yourself. You ended up baking with them anyways. -_-

[creativesplat]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild/Tears Of The Kingdom, The Legend of Zelda & Related Fandoms Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Link/Mipha (Legend of Zelda) Characters: Link (Legend of Zelda), Mipha (Legend of Zelda), Fi (Legend of Zelda), (though she's just referred to as the sword), Nayru (mentioned), Hylia (mentioned), Zelda (Mentioned) Additional Tags: Ao3 only has BoTW/ToTK as a fandom tag I can find - but it's only BoTW, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Short & Sweet, Fi ships it, Tickling, Joking Around, Established Relationship, Zora Culture Series: Part 2 of Collection of The Wild Summary:

Link and Mipha clean their blades after a fight with a Lynel. Inspired by the Zora May prompt Deity and Wholesome!

[allthingswhumpyandangsty]

feeling called out today

credit: _ADWills

[mcntsee]

The real barbie is Y/n.

Y/n’s a doctor, a cop, a scientist, an agent, vet, hero, villain, astronaut, lawyer, spy, criminal, artist, chef, engineer, psychologist, architect, journalist, firefighter, event planner, mechanic, photographer, musician, actor, interior designer, bartender, fashion designer, barista, florist, forensic scientist, flight attendant, profiler, tour guide, translator, etc.

[rotisseries]

that being said I'm not actually always opposed to conflict free fluff I am just opposed to the characters having their claws filed down for it. you can stick them in a coffee shop au it should just still feel like you sat the two worst most insane people on earth in a starbucks

[finleycannotdraw]

we need all types of art in fandoms

[yueebby]

12:03 pm  — gojo satoru

synopsis. gojo tries to convince his first years that he was able to pull you.

contents. fluff, crack??, whipped!gojo, mentions of having a kid, he is SO in love with his wife it's disgusting, the first years are sick of their teacher

“[name] sensei is a good looking woman, isn’t she?” yuji remarked, nonchalantly propping his feet up on the desk. “you think so too, right gojo sensei?”

a sly smile played on the corners of gojo's lips, eventually blossoming into a wide, dreamy grin. “good eye yuji! she's undeniably the most beautiful woman on this planet.”

megumi, seated at the desk beside yuji, couldn't hide his grimace.

nobara's expression mirrored that of a disgruntled sea urchin. “dream big, you two. she’s way outta both of your leagues.”

“she is, isn’t she?” gojo sighs dreamily, his gaze far away. a dopey grin settles over his face; like a man walking on air. it was deeply unsettling to the first years to see a grown man behave this way.

megumi rolled his eyes and muttered his disapproval, choosing to ignore his sensei, who had casually seated himself backwards on a chair.

gojo propped his chin with both of his palms, leaning closer into the first years students. “do you think i’d stand a chance with a woman like her?”

megumi buried his face in his hands, audibly groaning in response.

“a sensible woman like that and you? fat chance.” nobara deadpanned, squinting disapprovingly at her teacher. her negative comments elicit a grunt from the snow-haired man.

yuji’s eyes flit nervously from kugisaki to gojo. 

“sensei! i think you have a chance with [name] sensei!” yuji tried to reassure his white haired teacher, offering a thumbs-up. gojo responded by affectionately ruffling yuji’s hair.

megumi couldn’t help but speak up. “she’s a married woman, you know,” he mutters to his friend.

yuji’s eyes widened,  “you’re kidding! who do you think got the honor?” 

“but she’s so young!” kugisaki exclaimed, slamming her hand on the table. 

their discussion is cut short when the shoji doors of the classroom slide open abruptly.

with hands on your hips, you stood sternly before your first year students and their teacher, an air of authority about you.

satoru couldn't help but gulp; you were indeed captivating when you were upset. it’s not his fault that you look so cute when your eyebrows furrow and you puff up in anger.

“i waited for half an hour in the courtyard to start today’s lesson and yet here i find my students, along with their sensei who should be in kyoto for a meeting.” a wry smile graced your lips, sending a chill down everyone’s spine. the three first years bowed their heads in shame.

yuji thinks this is the first time he’s seen his teacher nervous. a bead of sweat appears on the side of gojo’s face.

“honey!” he quickly stands up and walks towards you. with every step he takes, nobara’s face scrunches up at his disgusting conduct. 

“don’t.” you warned, raising a finger up to keep satoru at an arm’s length. he respected your wishes to some extent, grasping your hand and placing it within the hold of his own. the diamond on your ring finger glistened as satoru toyed with it.

gasps filled the room as yuji and nobara observed the display of affection. just how inappropriate could their sensei get, and why were you allowing it? what would your husband think?

satoru tenderly caressed your hand in his, cradling it as he leaned in closer. “please forgive me; it was an honest mistake.”

“honest mistake my ass. yaga told me that this is the second meeting you’ve skipped out this month,” you stated, peering fiercely into his blindfolded eyes. satoru’s cocky demeanor wavered, replaced by a nervous chuckle.

“the first time was when i took you to naha, remember?” he wiggles his eyebrows suggestively. “and if i remember correctly, you enjoyed our night out,” your eyes widened, recalling the romantic trip satoru had organized. 

feeling the heat rise to your cheeks, you attempted to pull away, but his grip on your hand tightened.

“forgive me?” his voice softened, lips curving downward, giving him the appearance of a dejected kitten.

a sigh escapes your lips. he was going to be the death of you.

“fine. but this is the last time,” you warned, “and you owe me for covering for you.”

satoru straightened up, nodding fervently. “have i mentioned how much i love you?” wrapping an arm around you, he placed a kiss on the top of your head, despite your futile attempts to stop him.

“this is…” yuji’s jaw dropped.

“so inappropriate! shame on you!” nobara’s chair makes a harsh screech with how fast she leaves it to come to your aid. 

“kugisaki–” you attempted to calm her down, but she clung to your elbow, desperately trying to pry you from satoru’s embrace.

satoru’s hold on you tightened as he wrapped his other arm around your frame, pulling you close. he plops his chin on top of your head and resists nobara’s attempts to free you. like hell he’s letting anybody take his girl, not even his own student.

“crushing on a married woman is one thing, but to openly flirt with her– ” kugisaki struggled. you tilt your head in confusion. 

satoru’s strong arms flexed as he fought to maintain his hold on you. he nuzzled your neck. “’m fine right here,” he inhaled deeply, as if trying to take in as much of you as possible.

“[name] sensei! how can you stand there and let this man disrespect your marriage?!” nobara implored, wide-eyed, disregarding all respect she had for her teacher.  “how will your husband react when he finds how gojo sensei behaves around you?” she looks desperate, and you want to laugh at the sincerity behind her actions. you get it now.

only your idiot husband would pull a stunt like this.

“i hope your husband can fight because i’m willing to fight him to the death for your hand,” satoru mutters from your neck. you take your hand from nobara’s shoulders to shove the six-foot-three giant away.

“you seriously didn’t tell them, satoru?” you ignored his whiney protests as you created distance between the two of you. 

“tell us what?” kugisaki demanded. yuji was on the edge of his seat, nervously watching the unfolding scene, while megumi put his head down in embarrassment.

satoru looks at you with a deep frown on his face. uncertainty clouds your mind as his silence forebodes something. wetting his lips with his tongue, he quickly closed the gap between you, too fast for you to escape. a secure hand rested on your lower waist as your husband dipped you down to deepen the kiss. 

had you not been so absorbed into the kiss, you would have heard the scandalized gasps from your students.

you managed to place a hand on his chest to separate yourselves, “satoru, stop.” his eyes remained fixed on your lips, but he complied.

“yuji, nobara.. satoru and i are–” you hold up your ring finger for display.

“happily married!” your husband finished for you, a triumphant smile on his face. he squeezed you close, throwing up a peace sign. “been madly in love since i met her!” 

“what– no way! you pulled her?!” nobara spluttered, head whipping from satoru to you, unable to wrap her mind around the revelation.

yuji’s jaw is still on the floor, “megumi, you knew about this?!”

the sea urchin looks the other direction, avoiding his friends’ judgemental gazes.

“they… raised me.. sorta..” he mumbles under his breath. your heart melts at his confession. unlike you, the other first years don't take too kindly to his comment, as they start shaking him by the shoulder and starting their own interrogation.

“and we did a good job too! don’t you think we’re ready for our own?” satoru smiles down at you jokingly, his hands snaking around your waist and his hands sneaking onto your stomach. he leaves a couple of soft pats. 

“you’re cuter when you’re quiet, y’know?” you whispered. taking advantage of your students' attention on megumi, you place a single finger on his lips, hoping your husband does not notice the way your face feels like it is on fire. 

he does.

“no need to be shy now,” satoru said, grinning wolfishly, “we’ll continue this at home.”

your face flushes even deeper.

unbeknownst to you, the first years had fallen silent, observing how gojo whispered in your ear, successfully turning you into a flustered mess. perhaps they should give more credit to their sensei.

notes. not proof read (oh no). this was just a random scenario that has been plaguing my mind during halloweekend so i typed it on my phone at a party LOL this is me desperately trying to get out of my writing slump

[osaemu]

GOJO SATORU: ❛❛ YES, I HAVE A GIRLFRIEND, AND YES, SHE'S REAL! ❜❜

.ೃ࿐ streamer!au: what happens when your gamer boyfriend brings you on-screen for the first time?

contents: fem!reader. use of she/her pronouns + reader is referred to as gojo's girlfriend. toji slander bcs he deserves it.

author's note: everyone welcome streamer!gojo to the world! he'll be here for a while...

"oh, please," satoru laughs, leaning back and grinning at the screen in front of him. he tosses his hair, but it falls back into his eyes just seconds later. "no way you guys all thought i would lose that one. c'mon, have some faith in me!"

you watch satoru reply to the hundreds of comments lighting up the side of his monitor, smiling endearingly at the way he laughs at some and practically chortles at others.

it was only after the two of you started dating that satoru disclosed his streaming hobby, and to your surprise, he was pretty popular. thousands of people tuned in to watch him play some game or another every night, and well, it paid better than you'd expect.

satoru whistles, hands resting comfortably behind his head as a particular question catches his attention. "ah, do i have a girlfriend?" he muses, grinning as he shoots a quick side-glance at you. "yeah," he continues, snorting when what looks like a flurry of no fucking way's flood the chat.

he clicks his tongue disappointedly, shaking his head in mock disbelief. "what, did all eight thousand of you think i couldn't pull? thanks a lot," satoru deadpans, waving his hand and sighing dramatically. "i don't know what any of you mean. i'm a catch!"

you snicker at that, and your laughter only increases when satoru turns and gapes at you. he juts his bottom lip out, face sinking into an adorable pout at he crosses his arms. "even my own girlfriend's laughing at me," he mumbles petulantly. "hmph!"

satoru sticks his tongue out at you childishly, and you blow a kiss back. he pretends to faint before turning back to his monitor, quickly skimming the comments before he gasps. "what do you mean, she probably doesn't exist?!" he sputters, clutching his heart exaggeratedly.

the look on his face is priceless — imagine getting told by thousands of people that one, they think you can't pull, and two, that they don't even believe your significant other exists. naturally, satoru reacts as dramatically as ever. he pretends to ignore everyone in the comments before calling them out individually.

"oh, i see you, toji... fishy-guru," satoru gripes, wagging his finger at his screen. "my girlfriend exists and she's mine! don't even think about it." he pauses, squinting at the chat before correcting himself with an eyeroll. "fushiguro. whatever. either way, she's real and she's all mine."

satoru swivels his chair to face you, making an incredulous face as he gestures to the screen. "can you believe this?" he grumbles, ocean-blue eyes focused on you. "these guys don't think you're real."

you shrug, toying with the corner of his sheets as you smile back at satoru. he's so childish, but that's just one of the many things you adore about him. sure, he's an annoying brat, but at least he's a total sweetheart too.

your boyfriend extends his hand, beckoning you to come over to him. "c'mon, darling," he cooes, scrunching up his nose at you. "wanna help me prove these losers wrong?" satoru mouths please, and the puppy eyes he gives you are cute enough to convince you.

so you hop off his bed, running a hand through your hair as you stroll over to where he sits in front of his monitor. beaming like a kid on his birthday, satoru takes your hand and twines his fingers with yours.

smiling smugly, satoru pulls you on screen and into his lap, wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his chin on your shoulder. you watch the chat erupt with she's real's and how did he pull a girl like her's and smile, flicking satoru's forehead affectionately.

he ignores the thousands of dumbstruck users in his comments and holds you close to his chest, adjusting his grip on your waist to make his lap as comfortable as possible for you. satoru's adoring eyes are fixed on you, only you, even as his chat explodes.

suguru-geto: haha i already knew

toji-fushiguro: how the fuck did a loser like him pull her?

yuuji-itadori: gojo has a girlfriend??? what did i miss??

[thrasheraxe]

can you do 80s or 90s dave x trans masc reader fluff? i have no ideas but i’m asexual and love dave so much

mustaine x trans masc reader

comfort

absolutely i can give it my best shot! i’m not the best person to ask for dave stuff because i prefer to write abt people i know alot about and their personality but i hope this is okay!!

getting home from a long shift was one of your favourite parts of the day. because you knew each and every time dave would be there, like he had promised. his party life had slowed by his own choice because he wished to spend his evenings with you.

as you walk through the door, you’re greeted by a half asleep dave, sprawled out on the couch with a beer in hand. he perks up slightly and smiles at you sleepily.

“hey hon, cmere”

you walk over to the couch, dumping your stuff by the door without care. your exhausted self just wanting to feel the warmth of dave’s arms. you climb into the seat next to him about to speak but he sits up slightly, warm hands wrap around your waist and you’re pulled into his lap.

“well hello to you too” your voice soft as you smile at him with a tired smile. your fingers raising to play with the ends of his long hair, feeling over the smooth strands and sighing softly.

“how was work, pretty boy?”

“hmph, bad. it dragged, just wanted to get home and be here with you.”

he smiles at the comment and pulls you in further, pressing your chest against his and hooking his head over your shoulder. nuzzling into your neck and with a chuckle he speaks

“missing me that much, were you sugar?”

“mhm” you mumble quietly, your hands running through his hair, curling the ends with your fingers.

“you’re so cute when you’re sleepy” his hands ran up and down your back comfortingly, you feel your own eyes get heavy as you bury your face into his shoulder.

“bedtime?” he asks, leaning back and kissing your forehead gently. trailing his hand up your side softly. you nod in agreement and he gives you a warm smile.

without any warning he picks you up and carries you up to your bedroom, peppering kisses all over your face as he walked. his long ginger hair tickling at your cheeks. you giggled and protested

“stooop! dave! h-ah!”

“never, not when you look this sweet, my love” he chuckled, you’d reached the bed now and he placed you down gently, climbing in next to you. he offers an arm out to you and you immediately take it, laying on his chest and wrapping around him.

“you’re like a koala, or a sloth, you know when they just wrap around trees for dear life” he jokes, beginning to stroke your hair, massaging at your scalp and running through each and every strand.

your eyes begin to fail you as the warmth from his skin puts you in a daze, the soothing feeling of his hands just making it worse. you manage to grumble out “shut up, idiot”

he laughs heartily, the sound of it relaxing you even more somehow. you loved hearing him laugh, or seeing him smile, knowing he was only ever this soft with you.

“hey don’t diss the koalas, they’re cute. sloths…well not so much they’re kinda scary”

“you’re so strange sometimes dave.” you sigh happily, eyelids finally fluttering shut, your fingers tracing the skin of his arm. he notices that you were on the edge of sleep and cups your cheek with one hand, leaning down and pressing a gentle kiss to your lips before focusing back on your hair.

“i love you too”

“mmm i love you most”

[bingothedingo666]

Some snakey fluff for your Sunday.

Inspired by this tweet.

[thefallofruins]

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

◈Sukuna who doesn't bother to even look at his concubines after he's done fucking them. He expects them to be gone immediately.

◈Sukuna who would love how they cower and tremble in fear and excitement, gaze turned down as they couldn't muster the courage to even look at him, reminding him of how powerful he is.

◈Sukuna who feels just the slightest of tingle in his heart when your pretty, innocent eyes meet his cold ones, and turn back down immediately, making him chuckle.

◈Sukuna who decides you're his favourite that day.

◈Sukuna who loves fucking you, watching you tremble in pleasure are he corrupts you, your innocent eyes looking at him so pleadingly, as if he is your god. Loves to see you covered in his marks, proudly claiming you.

◈Sukuna who hates it when his other concubines make noises. It's annoying, he thinks. But is greedy to hear your soft moans and noises that you make for him. Music to his ears.

◈Sukuna who fucks you till you're in tears, withering under him from pure pleasure, clinging onto his strong arms as you're stuffed full of him, making you squirt over and over on his cock till you can't anymore.

◈Sukuna who eats you out, spending hours between your plush thighs, licking, sucking on your puffy pussy, fucking you dumb with just his tongue, just to hear you moan out his name as he feasts.

◈Sukuna who raises an eyebrow when you gather your kimono and bow, signaling that you're leaving.

"Where do you think you're going?" He says gruffly and demands you to get back in his bed.

◈Sukuna who let's you sleep on his bed beside him, admiring how your lips part as a sweet slumber indulges you, who brushes bothersome strands of hair away from your face and doesn't understand why he does this.

◈Sukuna who let's you sit on his lap, your head resting against his broad chest as you trace the markings on his shoulder with gentleness unknown to him.

◈Sukuna who doesn't remember when he last saw the other concubines.

◈Sukuna who, even months later, doesn't find himself bored of you. Who swears his lips curl whenever he sees you smile. Who wants to see more of it instead.

◈Sukuna who swears he'll have the heads of the concubines who mocked you, bullied you out of envy, telling you that you'd be replaced one day. You never see them again after that day, but do see his the white of his kimono stained red.

◈Sukuna who brushes your tears away with his thumbs, holding you close to him. "My Queen," he says, watching your eyes widen at his words with a huge smirk.

◈Sukuna who captures your lips with his soon after. Who found his precious little Queen and intends keeps her safe at all costs.