#holding hands or having their foreheads touch 🥺🥺🥺

[tteokdoroki]

itto 🥺 so big and dumb arataki itto who promises to only put the tip in your pretty pussy and handle it just fine!! :(( but that’s just it. he’s so dumb, dumb for thinking he could last with just the tip in when your pretty pussy is so good it turns him even dumber :// groans so deeply at the feeling of how tight you’re squeezing him, how good you look under him whimpering all pretty that he just can’t help but thrust all the way in, till he’s balls deep and your knees are pressed to your chest and he’s going at it, breeding you and filling you with so so much cum till it’s dripping down to his big balls full of even more cum!! 🥺 even shoves his big dumb fingers in your mouth and lets you suck on ‘em and begs you for even more!! :(( to take him so well and let him cum again and again and fill your pretty pussy more <333

arataki “just the tip.” itto !!

❧ ; a/n: everyone say thank you sowa for this beautiful thirst ok !! not proof read so good luck mwah!

❧ ; cw: smut, mdni 18+, size!kink, breeding!kink, unprotected sex, semi public sex, fem!reader.

“c’mon baby, baby look at me...baby please, just the tip...j-just the tip. come on, baby. you know you wanna—“

it’s always quite the spectacle when you’re able to bring a man of arataki itto’s size to his knees, he’s big— broad but he’s shaking beneath your dainty hands like a leaf, crimson eyes pleading you with all their might. just the tip, they say, only the tip inside you.

“no itto, we have...stuff to do…” you’re protesting but the large oni has you slipping into quiet corners, his tongue rolling cross your own, fingers on your waist and aaa and thighs and yours running through silky white hair. you can’t keep on saying no, you know that— not when arataki, the god that he is begs you so much that you can hear the pout and the desperation in his voice. “j-just the tip right? you promise?”

“fuck yes, promise baby— only the tip, you’re so good, you’re so good,” itto slurs against your mouth, tongue heavy on yours— spit slicked lips pressed up against your own, cause he’s too desperate to care about how presentable you’ll need to look after, he’s too big and clumsy while he tears through your clothes to get at your supple flesh— underwear expertly tugged to the side after the clink and clank of his belt echoes between your heated bodies.

itto is the biggest you’ve ever taken, already erect with his tip flushing a pinky-red, dripping with obscene amount of precum for someone who hasn’t even been touched yet. it’s thick and white, and heavy while his cock slaps against your soft tummy, both of you breathing heavy in anticipation as itto grabs hold of his cock and guides his bolbous cockhead to your sticky cunt, tapping it against your clit, prodding it against your entrance until his entire body shudders and the deepest groan you’ve ever heard tumbles from his mouth.

his mouth which is usually so loud, it uttering a nasty mix of curses and praises while he sinks his tip into your tight little cunt, trembling as you suck him in just like that, so nicely so prettily and fuck, the faces you make while arataki fucks you shallowly like this is enough to send the poor man to heaven— underneath him, your eyes hooded and teary, lips strawberry tinted and kiss swollen while a light sheen covers your forehead, he almost can’t take it.

“fuck, pretty baby,” he says— no he whines, above you, your legs over his broad shoulders, his cockhead stretching your walls just enough for it to hurt so good, juices running down his shaft. you sound so wet, so gorgeous when you whimper at every little thrust and itto is about to lose his god damn mind. “fuck, yeah? look at that, baby. look. at. that.” punctuating his words with small ruts of his hips into your cunt, just enough so that he nudged your gummy walls. “look at the way you’re suckin’ me in...can’t baby,— can’t take it no more— s’fuckin’ tight, s’warm...s’fuckin heavenly—‘hmy fuckin’ god—!”

and then he’s bottoming out inside your deliciously honeyed and sweet little pussy because how could he not? not when you’re wriggling and writhing underneath him, body basically begging itto for more— who the fuck was he kidding? thinking he could only fuck you with just his tip while it leaks and leaks and smears white all over your insides...oh no, he has to be inside you, has to bathe in your warmth and your wetness and let you choke out his cock until he can’t fucking breathe.

“i-itto!”

he’s shoving his face into your neck, white hair tickling your skin while he pounds away at your darling little hole so hard without giving you time to adjust—clenching down with every push and pull of arataki’s dick in and out of your velvety walls, drooling slick that ties you together in thick, opaque strings. “i know baby, fuck, i know,” itto all but sobs, ‘cause you’re sucking him in so selfishly, refusing to let him go and he was crazy to believe that he was going to limit just his tip to feeling this. “i know i said just the tip, but this pretty pussy was callin’ my name, arataki itto right?” he says, the grip you have on him is insane— figuratively and literally, cunt catching on the fat forked veins of his dick while he becomes addicted to you, calloused fingers spelling his name on your puffy clit as you blossom for him like a blooming flower. “she needed me, gotta fuck ‘er right yeah? you can take it, b-be my golden girl ‘n take this c-cock—!”

the oni doesn’t shut up while fucking you, letting out a muffled noise of surprise when you reach up and shove two of your digits into his mouth, pressing against his tongue with hooded eyes as his saliva trickels from the coners of his mouth. “itto, d-don’t make promises you can’t keep,” you moan, lazily thrusting your fingers in and out of his mouth until he’s dumb, mind blank and thinking with his cock— rutting into you so hard that your body jolts with each slam of his hips forward.

breed, breed, breed.

is the only mantra playing inside of the oni’s head as his cock presses deeper inside of you, tickling your womb every time he moves, bumping your g-spot every time he thrusts. fuck ‘just the tip’ he’ll remember for next time— he’ll give you all of those inches if you keep moaning for him like it’s your last day on earth, he’ll give you all of his fat, heavy cock with his balls slapping against the curve of your ass if it means he can fill you up with rounds and rounds of his potent seed until your belly swells and itto can’t stop the sticky mess from seeping out of your puffy, raw folds.

[finelinevogue]

I can’t stop thinking about how soft drunk!harry would be🥺 I feel like he’d be so gentle yet his words would have no filter and the missus would just be in awe the entire time

omg dont im so soft for this aahhh

It was after 1 A.M. and Harry should've been home and hour ago.

He had texted you to now wait up for him around 10 P.M., so you'd gotten yourself ready for bed, had a read, before switching out your lights and drifting off to dreamland.

It was now early in the morning and you were worried about Harry's whereabouts.

He had gone out for a couple of hours, having a few drinks with some friends. He had gone to his favourite pub with them and had gotten an Uber there so that you didn't have to drive. It made you happy that he stayed local and didn't need to go into the major cities to have a good night out.

You sat up in bed, switched on the lamp and put on your glasses. Grabbing your phone you checked for any messages off Harry and you were lucky to find a few texts from him.

H💛: On my way back now. Hopefully you're too busy sleeping to read this. I love you.

The concerning matter was that Harry had sent that message at 12:40 A.M. and yet he wasn't laying next to you in your shared bed. Swinging your legs over the bed, you slipped on your slippers and took small steps out into the hallway as your eyes adjusted to the dark light.

You texted Harry back on your way down the stairs asking where he was and whether he was okay, but he didn't respond. You swiftly made your way into the kitchen, searching for the car keys in the top drawer where they were stored at night. You weren't even sure who Harry had gone out with, only that he was out at the 'Black Cat' pub.

You were moments away from calling the landlord of the pub, before he made himself present.

"You're so pretty baby."

Spinning around you were scared for a moment as to where the noise came from, or who more specifically, however when you saw Harry sat on the floor resting against the kitchen cabinets your panic subsided. You didn't even care that he was flat out drunk and still holding a beer in his hand, you were just relieved that he was home if not slightly frustrated that he hadn't even thought to mention that he was back safely.

"Harry!" You said, too excitedly, before kneeling on the floor in front of him.

You took the bottle out of his hand first, placing it on the counter above you. Next, you cradled his face in your hands to make sure that he definitely was real. You had been so scared for what might've had happened to him that you wouldn't be surprised if your brain just conjured up an imaginary Harry, right here, to calm you down.

"Y/N!" He said back just as excitedly.

His arms wrapped around your body in a weird formation, pulling you close into him for a hug. He squeezed you tight, making sure you remembered that he was the best hug giver ever. You had claimed that before and you still stood by it. Even messy drunk Harry gave great hugs.

"What're you doing on the floor?" You chuckled, giving him a kiss to his forehead because you were happy he was here.

"Didn't want to wake you up."

"You wouldn't have baby. I was worried about you." You pouted, which made Harry pout.

"Didn't mean to worry you. Just didn't want to wake you up."

"Yeah, I know. Thank you." You kissed his forehead again.

His cheeks were tinged red and his curls were falling over his face in no particular order. He looked like a cinnamon roll and in fact he was. There'd even been some test to see what bakery product you are and Harry got the cinnamon roll. You were a bagel.

"You okay?" You asked, brushing some hair out of his face.

Getting more comfortable, you switched to sit on you bum instead, sitting by his feet so that you could face Harry. He took your hands in his and you held on tightly, knowing human touch would sober him up a bit.

"Sleepy." He rested his head back against the cabinets.

"We can't go to sleep yet, honey. We have to wait for you to sober up a bit more first, otherwise you're gonna hate the hangover tomorrow."

"But then you can take care of me." He smiled, liking it when you took care of him.

"I still will, but I'd rather just not have to deal with all the gross side effects from you. I can deal with headaches though."

"So you'll scratch m'head and make me a plate of 9 hash browns tomorrow?" He requested.

"9?" You laughed, thinking it such a random number.

"Exactly 9."

"Okay. Yes bubs. I will make you 9 hash browns and scratch y'head. Maybe we can even watch a couple of episodes of Killing Eve?" You suggested.

Recently, you and Harry had been miraculously getting free schedules that matched up. Instead of taking the advantage of this time to go on holidays or travel up and down the country, you had resulted to staying in bed all day and watch countless rounds of television whilst having endless rounds of sex. It was more perfect than any abroad trip you could both come up with. Being in each others company was more than enough for you both, especially in the comfort of your own bed.

"Sounds perfect." He smiled, eyes still dropping from the tiredness catching up with his body and brain.

"Y'want to get up and get ready for bed?" You asked.

"Not yet. Just wanna sit here and talk to y'for a bit more. It's like my favourite thing ever."

[hanmine]

tee i’m here with a headcanon request like you asked! and it is the lil gangster babies falling asleep on you 🥺 you can pick anyone but please include my baby ran! thanks tee love you tons ❤️

𝐓𝐎𝐊𝐘𝐎 𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐒 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐀𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐄𝐏 𝐎𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬: hanma shuji, sano manjiro, ryuguji ken, haitani ran, akashi haruchiyo

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: this was so sweet wtf ily too come here i want to give you a kiss

✿ 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐌𝐀 plops his weight onto you, snickering obnoxiously when you slap his shoulders as the wind gets knocked out of you. but even despite the scowl on your face, instantly your fingers thread through his hair as he sighs, head slotting into your neck while you pull the blanket over his figure. “you were supposed to be home earlier,” you accuse, but your voice holds no malice as you kiss the side of his head, and his eyes slowly shut while you scratch at his scalp. “got caught up,” he yawns, body slowly turning limp as more weight presses onto you. rolling your eyes, you hug him tighter, softly rubbing over his back as he snores lightly. “i hate you, shuji. you’re lucky you’re ugly ass is cute,” you mutter under your breath.

✿ 𝐌𝐈𝐊𝐄𝐘 cuddles into your chest, pouting as you talk into the phone and don’t give him the attention he craves. “are you done yet?” he whines quietly, poking your cheek. slowly, your fingers weave into his hair and you press an apologetic kiss to his forehead, whispering that you need just a few more minutes against his warm skin. but the gentle threading of his locks turn his eyes heavy, and he clutches onto your shirt as he drifts off with a soft yawn, making your eyes soften as you stare down at him. “sorry, baby,” you chuckle, pulling him closer and cupping his cheek as he sleeps. “was a bit busy. i’ll make up to you when you’re awake,” you murmur, rubbing your thumb over his cheekbone as he leans into your touch even in his slumber.

✿ 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐍 groans, grumbling about his back being sore under his breath as he shifts in bed. chuckling, you lay a hand on his cheek, rubbing it gently as he scowls. “if you hunch over bikes all day, you’re bound to get a sore back,” you grin, giggling at the way he huffs. “well that’s what i get paid to do,” he mutters. pulling him by his arm, you motion at him to roll over on top of you, like you always do, and he follows your lead, giving in and letting you knead out the tenseness in his muscles as he lays sprawled over you. “good thing you have me, huh?” you murmur, and he presses deeper into you with a quietly mumbled “shut up,” eyes closing as he takes in the warmth of your body under him. and as you press a sweet kiss to his forehead, whispering how much you love him, he relishes in being taken care of for a change.

✿ 𝐑𝐀𝐍 grabs your hand and plants it onto his head, glancing up at you expectantly. “aren’t you gonna play with my hair?” he asks innocently, fighting back a grin as you scowl. “you’re heavy,” you insist, and he shrugs, shifting his weight to press into you even further, closing his eyes and yawning. “that’s too bad, i had a miserable day. the worst. this is the only way to fix it,” he mumbles, and even though you roll your eyes and fight the urge to shove him off, you soften at the way he curls into you slightly. pressing a soft kiss to the side of his head, you twist strands of his hair around your fingers, letting him give into the exhaustion from the long day. “you’re insufferable, you know,” you murmur with a smile, and if not for the soft breaths indicating he’s asleep, you know he’d have responded with a jab of his own.

✿ 𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐙𝐔 grins as you cup his cheeks, squeezing them as he lays his head on your lap. “did ya miss me, doll?” he murmurs, closing his eyes and sighing while you stroke his cheek gently with your thumb. nodding, you lean down, peppering soft kisses all over his face, making him let out a hearty chuckle. “course i did, haru,” you pout, “been so busy.” grabbing your hand, he laces your fingers together, bringing your intertwined hands up and pressing a chaste kiss to the back of yours. “don’t worry, doll. ‘m all yours now,” he mumbles softly, though his voice trails off as sleep slowly takes over him as he settles into you from the eventful day. “yeah,” you roll your eyes grinning down at him, “all mine, huh?”

[milexa2000]

4 town x reader headcanon where the reader is terribly clumsy please? 😍🙏

OMGGG YASSSS I LUV THIS ONE

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ROBAIRE🎤

He just thinks its so cute when you act clumsy

He doesnt even mind when you act awkward infront of him

Whenever you trip on your own foot, hes always there to rescue you

he quickly catches you

He will always ask you if your okay

"Are you okay, mon Amour?" he asks, in a Soft, romantic voice

You just stare at him, your pupils getting bigger and bigger cause of how hot he looks looking down at you, holding your body

"Y/n?", "y/nnn???" no responce

"Y/N!" he asks a bit Louder this time which catches your attention

"Wha- what??"

He starts to chuckle

He loves the way you stare into space

"Bébé, i was asking you if you were okay."

You quickly apologize cause you thought you Were being weird

But he shushes you and saya "dont apologize, i like it."

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Tae young🕊

Like Robaire, he thinks its cute when you are clumsy

he giggles when you poke him on the cheek

Or when you stroke his cheeks like a grandma

He loves it so much

or even when you give him so many kisses and praise him likes he's a little baby

"Oh my gwoodness you are just so cyuuteee!"

He is always there for you whenever your about to drop or break something

You both we're gonna have cereal and you shakingly hold your bowl full of cereal

Tae young, afraid that you will drop it, came behind you and holded your arms steady

"Careful dove, dont want you to drop your bowl." he say with the most CUTEST SMILE ON HIS FACE🥺🥺

"Awww thanks tae, your my hero." you say in a silly baby voice.

You stroke and kiss his cheek and walk off

His face turns super red after that

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Aaron T

Aaron just loves you to much

Like you guys love being clumsy together

Like when you guys spin around to much and you fall on top of him from all the dizziness and you both die of laughter

You are so clumsy around T's friends and he acts like its nothing

Sometimes he might get nervous if his friends might find you awkward

But luckly, they all love you and find you funny

His friends love watching you both being clumsy to eachother

Like both of you poking your cheeks And shaking his head with your Hands

Your distracted from your phone when Aaron T comes suprises you by coming behind you and hugging your waist

That scares you that you almost dropped your phone

But Aaron has "spider sences" and he quickly grabs your phone from falling out of your hand

"I'm sorry baby!" he says, laughing hystericly at your reaction

You start play fully hitting him and chasing him around the house

"AARON T YOU COME BACK HERE RIGHT NOW!"

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Aaron Z🏀

He just thinks your absolutely adorable

He is just so lucky to have you

Poor baby can get super worried about you getting hurt cause of how clumsy you can be

Like one time you Were dancing like crazy, listening to music on full volume

Z relaxed on the Sofa almost about to sleep. But then he heard a loud thud

Which immedietly wakes him up and go run up to the sound he heard

He sees you on the ground and immedietly goes up to you and carries you, bridal style (hes super strong dont worry)

"Babe! Are you okay?" , "does it hurt when i touch you here?", "did you break your leg?"

He just keeps asking multiple questions

You laugh at him and say that your totally fine

He sighs in relief and holds you tight

"You almost gave me a scare there, please dont scare me like that again."

You promise him and gave him a kiss on the forehead which he returned to you

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Jesse🎨

He cant help but have a big smile on his face when he sees you acting clumsy with his 2 kids

His kids LOVE you so much

Which they starter to call you "mommy" which almost made Jesse cry of happiness

When you accidently drop something, he would always be there to help you

He's always watching you, making sure you dont axt to clumsy and fall, or gwt hurt

He loves seeing his lover being clumsy with him

Like you poking him alot or pinching his teasingly

He doesnt mind cause his kids do it too

He is such a good catcher

Like when you are shakingly holding your coffee, almost about to skill it

Jesse helps you drink it for you (what a gentleman🥰)

"Oh, thanks Jesse!" you say akwardly

You both dont realize that the kids are watching you both having a moment

"No problem baby, im always here for you." he says, stroking your cheek

Hes gets close to you for a kiss buat the laughter of his kids scare him

"Daddy's gonna kiss mommyyyyy!" they sing songed

You couldnt help but giggle cause of how cute they are, teasing they're daddy

"Alright alright time for bed now, go on." he tells the kids.

While the kids we're in theyre rooms, he turns to look at you

"Now, where we're we?"

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thx so much for the request! I enjoyed writing this😭🖤

-Milexa

[motzgurke]

Omg your domestic Shoto imagine killed me 🥺 plus it gave me an idea. So you know how Shoto is a touch starved baby boy/loves attention by his love, but what if he son is also? So it’s husband!Shoto and his toddler working together as a perfect pair to get cuddles and attention from the wife!mom!reader? I hope this made sense

I’m such a sucker for fluffy content that I needed to answer this request. But I hope you forgive me for changing it slightly, I just love the headcanon of Shoto having twins that resemble his appearance and personality 🥺

Words: 2782

Tooth rotting fluff for the pro hero Shoto, reader as his wife, and the cutest little beans my brain could come up with

You dragged your feet back into your office, throwing your gloves on your desk and collapsing exhausted into your chair. You were heaving, sweat still trickling down your forehead as you stared at the ceiling, waiting for the adrenalin to dissolve from your veins. The villain you chased was more agile than you anticipated and so you found yourself nearly running for a whole hour until you finally managed to corner him in an alley far from the place you were supposed to capture him. And so you had to wait even longer until the police arrived, taking the villain from you, excuses for being late washed away with a flick of your hand.

The whole last week has been like that, nothing seemed to work in your favour as every day something else went wrong, starting with a load of wrongly filled reports you had to rework all by yourself and ending today with this horribly planned capture mission.

You huffed and took a look at the clock hanging on the wall opposite you and as you realized what time it was you groaned. Shoto would have your head for being late again leaving him alone with the kids. You felt sorry as you thought about your husband. This week was his first longer break for months and now he had to keep up with your alternating schedule and two four-year-old boys probably occupying every little spare minute he could offer.

As you thought about your twins you couldn’t help the small smile spreading on your lips. You loved them, but you knew for sure how hard it could be to handle them. Not necessarily Yukio, but your energetic firstborn Koichi was an unstoppable force if he had set his mind on something. The idea of you Yukio watching calmly, clutching his plushie of your husband in his small hands as Shoto ran through your apartment, chasing after your red-haired fireball made you laugh happily. You couldn’t wait to come home and spend a nice weekend with your little chaotic family. But until that, you had to finish the last reports.

With a sigh, you stretched your aching limbs and fetched the reports resting at the edge of your desk. The sooner you started the sooner you would be able to leave work and fully enjoy some time with your loved ones.

Or so you thought.

You were already preparing the completion certificate for Deku who would take over your shift in a few minutes when an emergency call made you jump to your feet. Sadly you left behind the hope for a relaxing evening, putting your gloves back on, and hastily made your way to the supposed destination.

In the meantime, Shoto had arrived back, both of his sons holding one of his hands as they walked to your home. As usual, Koichi would blast about every little detail from the time at the daycare while Yukio only spoke up when he felt the urgent need to, content with letting his brother take the lead.

“And then Yukio built little snowmen for the whole group! He was so cool!” The red-haired explained with a wide grin and a cheerful glint in his eyes. Shoto was proud of how his son was so supportive of his shy brother, cheering and praising him whenever possible. “Oh really? I’m impressed.” The pro hero said and made the white-haired boy at his side blush at the praise. Yukio’s personality matched more with his own, while his livelier twin came more after you.

While he listened to the talking of his boys, nodding now and then he remembered the moment in the hospital, when he held them in his arms for the first time. Your beautiful smile was everything to him as he held the little beans in his arms, showing them to you since you were too exhausted from giving birth to them mere minutes ago.

You cried tears of joy, fully lost in your little family. This was everything that both of you had dreamed of and you were looking forward to seeing them grow up, learning what a beautiful world was waiting for them.

A weak tug at his sleeve ripped Shoto from his daydreaming. “Dad, open the door please?” Yukio looked at him with big and warm grey eyes, which came from Reis’s side of the family. If he was honest both of the twins had inherited most of their features from the Todorokis, it was like he had split up and was looking at versions of his mother and father disguised as him.

Shoto feared one of the twins would look like his father, he feared that he might project his childhood trauma onto his son, with his red hair and clear turquoise eyes, but his worry was washed away when the nurse had put Koichi in his arms. He instantly fell in love with the small being, his chubby cheeks, and how he had clutched his finger in those short little digits, not even able to fully wrap around his own. And of course, he loved Yukio just as much with his silky white strands, his face as round as yours. There hadn’t been a day since that he wasn’t thankful you gifted him such a wonderful family.

“Dad!” The boys shouted in unison, and he snapped out of his dreaming again, fishing for the keys in his pockets. “Sorry, I will hurry.” He excused and turned the keys in the lock until the door sprang open the boys dashed inside immediately, only to turn back a few seconds later with a saddened expression. “Mommy is not home,” Koichi said and grabbed his brother’s hand for emotional support. Seeing how your shoes were missing in the entryway you probably were still at work. He knew how stressful the job as a pro hero was, but still, he understood his children’s reaction, feeling a slight down himself at the realization you weren’t already there.

But as a father his heart couldn’t take to seeing his little beans sad like that and he kneeled to them, wiping a tiny tear from Yukio’s eye. “How about we play something until mom comes home? I’m sure she shouldn’t take too long.”

Soon he concluded that it wasn’t the best idea to lure the twins on like that. He was watching the clock growing worried with each hour you weren’t stepping through the front door. The twins had fallen asleep on the sofa after he played with them for hours, their cute little snores making him sleepy too. He forced himself to stay awake, combing through red and white strands and staring into the living room, a bit colder than usual without your presence.

Another hour later Shoto felt warm fingers caressing his cheek and his eyes snapped open, revealing your tiredly smiling expression to his foggy mind. “Your late”, he stated and lifted himself from the softness of the sofa cushions. “I’m sorry, there was an emergency right at the end of my shift”, you excused your late arrival and took a blanket from the sofa, gently tugging your boys under the soft fabric and stroking their cheeks as you did with your husband.

Your heart swelled with their adorable appearance and how they were holding onto each other in their slumber, snoring lightly. You felt bad for coming way too late and therefore spending less time than anticipated with your family, you knew how they had missed you this whole week.

Speaking of which your husband reached out and encircled your waist, drawing you closer until he could lean his head on your stomach a satisfied breath leaving his lungs. “Your home now, that’s everything that matters.” You thought you heard him purring and a small laugh escaped your mouth at his cute behavior. He hadn’t changed since you graduated from U.A. together. He was still the touch-starved, gentle soul you have loved for so long it felt like ages. Giving in a bit you let your fingers glide through his dual-colored hair, brushing the little knots from the silky strands.

You had to admit that you missed him too, but soon you needed to interrupt this moment, remembering the chores you had to do. When Shoto noticed how you drew back from his embrace he growled, trying to tug you back again but you wiggled from his strong arms. “Relax a bit more while I’ll do the laundry and start cooking. You probably hadn’t the time to do so with our two little balls of joy over there.”

He tried to protest, but the sleepiness still lingering in his body made it hard to keep up with how fast you had retreaded to the bathroom. Shoto pouted as he stared at the spot you were standing mere seconds ago. He knew you preferred to finish all the work before you gave yourself some relaxation time and he loved you for your determination to fulfill your duties, but right now he was annoyed. He missed you and just wanted to have you in his arms since this whole week neither he nor the boys were able to spend some quality time with you.

Seeing how desperately they clung to each other, trying to use the other as a replacement for your loving arms he grumbled, a plan forming in his head. Shoto respected your schedule but desperate circumstances called for desperate measures and so he shook his twins gently awake, a mischievous glint in his heterochromatic eyes.

Your small humming sounding from the bathroom reassured the father and his two accomplices that you were still occupied with the laundry. Giving an approving nod to his children Shoto retreated to the living room, signaling his boys to start the operation.

You were focused on your chores when you heard the padding of your children’s footsteps drawing closer to you. Turning around you expected them to look sleepy and fall directly into your arms, but the sight in front of you made you laugh with confusion. Yukio and Koichi were facing you with an unreadable glint in their eyes, but the fact that they changed into their little costumes modeled after your husband’s hero costume you kneeled to them, giving them a soft pet on their head.

“What are my little pros up to? Saving a civilian in need?” You smiled at their quick nodding. “Daddy needs help!” Koichi blurted followed suit by the calmer voice of his brother. “He fell in the living room.” Yukio pointed in the direction with one and tugged your sleeve with the other hand.

In an instant, your inside twisted with worry and you jumped to your feet, hurrying into your living room with big strides. As you stepped into the spacious area your heart skipped a beat at the sight of your husband lying motionless on the ground, dual-colored hair splayed on the carpet. You dropped to your knees, turning his larger form carefully and inspecting his head for any injuries.

Asking yourself what happened, and you hadn’t heard him falling over made you tremble, but the realization that there was no visible wound on his head or body relieved most of the tension cursing through your veins. You let out a shaky breath and scooted closer, putting Shoto’s head in your lap and cupping his face in your palms, drawing soft circles on his cheeks.

The stress dissipated at the sight of his chest rising and falling in even breaths. You nearly had a heart attack with the look of worry your boys had given you and the fear something had happened to your beloved while you were sorting through piles of dirty clothes.

Remembering they were probably watching this scene unfold you turned your head in their direction, reassuring them their father was fine. What you didn’t expect were their tense stances, ready to pounce at you. Before you could ask what was going on, Shoto’s eyes shot open and he turned in your lap, caging your waist in his strong grip. “Now get her!” His voice commanded and immediately the twins sprung forward, tackling you and your husband to the ground.

“Good work heroes and now don’t let the villain escape!” Shoto continued and your brows knitted in confusion at the term villain, but they didn’t give you a second to think before you felt small fingers tickling your sides while Shoto pinned you to the ground with his weight. The overwhelming sensation had you wheezing in seconds, bright laughter erupting from your body as your children continued to tickle your stomach and waist, they and Shoto grinning as they saw you so carefree.

“Villains need to be punished! Prepare for our justice!” Koichi exclaimed and sped up his movements, making you cry with happy tears. You weren’t able to stop them, lost in their play and the fun you had despite the aching of your stomach from your continuous laughter.

Shoto looked at you and your bright grin, laying helplessly on the ground while the boys kept on with their assault. His heart fluttered seeing your expression and the redness in your cheeks, happy tears running down your face. That was what he longed for. Just your little family, doing some cheesy playing and enjoying your time together. But after noticing how you started coughing from exhaustion, he sat down next to you. “I think that’s enough for now. Let mommy take a breath.” He grabbed Koichi and pulled him into his lap, keeping him from barging in again while Yukio rolled down next to his mother facing up at the ceiling like she was.

Grateful for the break you tried to calm down, taking some deep breaths and looking up at your husband with your son in his lap, both of them smiling at your disheveled form. “What villainous thing made me deserve such a punishment?” You asked and huffed playfully, gaining a judging glare from your red-haired boy. “You were late and left without cuddles!” He accused you and crossed his arms, reminding you of Shoto when he was pouting.

You sighed and gave him the most apologetic smile you could offer. “I’m sorry, my little fireball. But mommy had an emergency mission.” Koichi considered your answer and looked questioningly up to his father who gave him an approving nod. A look in your husband’s eyes told you he too was unhappy that you weren’t on time, but of course, he understood the urgency of the call.

You rolled on your side to face your other child who had been quiet since they stopped tickling you. “Would the kind heroes forgive my misbehavior? I promise to make it up to you”, you offered and opened your arms for Yukio to scoot closer. He considered your words for a moment, but his warm grey eyes soon softened and he quickly shifted, arms and legs thrown around your upper body as the small bean hid his face in your chest. “I’ll forgive you, mommy.” He mumbled and you placed your head on his chin, combing your fingers through the soft white strands.

Shoto smiled at the way you embraced your son, the sight in front of him making his heart flutter with fuzziness and pure unconditional love for his little family displayed by the handsome smile on his lips. Then he felt how the boy in his arms squirmed and jumped on top of you, turning you on your back with the force of his impact. “Unfair! I want to cuddle mommy too!”, and with that, he laid down, tugging his head on your stomach with a cute little pout on his lips.

You laughed at the way Shoto started to pout at being the only one left out, so you motioned for him with a wink to join your love cuddle pile and he made sure to follow the invitation in an instant. His big arms pulled you and the twins closer, ultimately sheltering you with his gentle warmth.

You turned to look at your husband with a questioning glint in your eye. “And you? Might the famous pro hero Shoto forgive his poor wife for her wrongdoing?” You asked with a guilty look, putting up your best pitiful face. Shoto hummed and pretended to think about your suggestion what you made you blink at him. Then you found his index and middle finger tilting up your chin, your noses nearly touching. “I might consider it if you give me a nice kiss, showing that you are truly sorry.” He stated and brushed a strand of hair behind your ear, exposing the soft blush adorning your cheeks.

“As you wish, my hero.”

[enhais]

Please 🥺 do.make

Enhypen yandere reaction to their s/o crying and wanting to held by them

yandere!enhypen reaction to their s/o crying and wanting to be held

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pairing: yandere!enhypen x gn!reader

genre: yandere

a/n: im sure most of you know this but this is completely fictional and im sure the boys would never act like this! also, i haven’t proofread…

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jungwon

you’d been punished for trying to escape a couple of hours ago and the crying never stopped. jungwon got used to the sound but didn’t think of comforting you. why would he do that if you hurt him like that? he gave you food, love, and whatever else you asked for, but still, you just had to escape. didn’t you understand that no one would ever love you like him? these thoughts kept him pacing around the house before making the decision to check up on you.

“baby, it’s alright…” he cooed as he made his way to the bed where you were laying, the pillow held tightly in your grasp. his soft hand caressed your face, “you’ve learned your lesson, haven’t you?” you sniffled and nodded, too scared to look at him. he hummed, “you know who loves you the most, right?” you nodded again, still not looking at him. “i need an answer, baby, not just actions.” his hand grabbed your face tightly, “jungwon loves me the most.” that’s what he wanted to hear. the smile on his face grew wider, “and who loves me the most?” you opened your eyes this time, seeing the man in front of you, “i love jungwon the most.”

heeseung

you knew he wasn’t a good man, but still, he was the only one who could comfort you right now. it had gotten to your head. all the killings and torturing. you didn’t know where to go (though it wasn’t like you could go anywhere) and cried yourself to sleep for days. heeseung knew what was going on, but didn’t want to pressure you, giving you some space. he gave you food four times a day as you didn’t want to leave your room, “baby, im here for you…” he said quietly through the door, resting his forehead on it. you opened the door slowly and there they were — those doe eyes that he loved.

“oh, baby…” his hands went up to caress your tear-stained cheeks. you sniffled and leaned into his touch, “it’s alright, you don’t have to say anything.” heeseung led you to your bed and hugged you, “we’re gonna cuddle until you feel a bit better, huh?” he kissed your head and you started to feel calmer. maybe this wasn’t too bad?

jay

“i just want to be held…” you whispered against your knees as you sat curled up against the wall, thinking he wouldn’t hear. he hears everything. so, of course, this made him question his actions. wasn’t he giving you enough love? you needed more affection, right? he paced around the living room for a while before going to your room. it wasn’t very pretty, but he thought that it had everything you needed. a bookshelf filled with your favourites, a closet filled with clothes from your past home, and a bed, where you currently sat.

“y/n? baby? are you alright?” jay quietly asked, making his way over to you carefully. you sobbed. arms around your knees, your forehead resting on your hands. it completely broke his heart. had he gone soft for you? “i- i need…” you began. he stroked your arm softly, “yes?” you lifted your head, face stained with tears, and looked into his eyes. they were different. filled with worry and love. “i need affection.” your answer was shaky, but he immediately engulfed you in a warm embrace, trying his best to comfort you.

sunghoon

he knew he was being a bit harsh on you recently. you didn’t need the excessive punishments he gave you. somewhere deep inside him was this guilt. so, when he saw you crying on the couch after he came home from work, he lost it. his love? crying like that because of him? that didn’t feel right… he put away his things and went to hold you. you wanted to turn away, not accept his attempt of care, but were scared of the consequences. he noticed you tense up and held your face in his hands. it felt nice, being treated like this instead of punished for the bare minimum.

“you’re stiff, darling… relax, please.” you nodded and hugged him. he sighed of content, “it’s because of me you’re crying, huh?” his hand was softly massaging your scalp. the tone of his voice was like an angel’s. you nodded again, too scared to answer. “i’ll change… or try to, at least. i’m sorry.” he kissed your head and it didn’t take long for you to relax and fall asleep in his arms.

jake

he didn’t mean to hit you so hard. he usually didn’t have to punish you, but this time you went too far. calling the emergencies? no, angel… you knew better. but since he didn’t know the limits, he accidentally hit you harder than he should’ve. you immediately began crying, yelling for him to stop, and begging for forgiveness. he got what he wanted, an apology, but seeing you cry made his heart break.

jake carefully embraced you, one hand on the small of your back and the other in your hair, comforting you. “i love you so so much, angel, im sorry.” you cried against his shoulder, never feeling so bad in your life. “i- i didn’t-“ it was difficult for you to talk with all the crying, “shh… i know… let’s move on, yeah?” and you couldn’t do anything but agree.

sunoo

this man’s heart broke into millions of pieces when he heard you crying. he had just come home from work, not knowing what was wrong. sunoo quickly took off his shoes and went to your shared room. you were laying in the bed, crying into a stuffie he gave you on your anniversary. “sweetheart, what’s wrong?” he tried making you look at him by brushing away your tears with his thumbs, caressing your face with his warm hands, “s- sunoo, im s- sorry… i broke a p- plate while making dinner…”

your answer made him chuckle lightly, obviously relieved. “oh, sweetie, did you hurt yourself? are you alright?” he cooed, making you confused, “you’re not a- angry?” you sobbed. sunoo quickly shook his head, “no, not at all, baby. im just worried about you…” he pecked you on the nose, “thank you for cooking. i’ll take care of the plate.”

niki

being comforted by niki felt like a once-in-a-lifetime experience. he had strict rules, strict punishments, an expectation of you to be the best version of his wants - obeying, submissive and loving. so, when you had broken one of his previous rules, he became a monster. you were locked into the basement with barely any food or water for a couple of days as he threatened to make the situation worse if you didn’t behave. when you were welcomed back upstairs, you immediately broke down, hugging his leg and begging for forgiveness.

“pathetic little baby…” he tutted, “learned your lesson, have you?” you nodded vigorously. he was pleased with your behaviour and took you into his arms, leading you to the bed. “maybe i was to harsh with you, but i wanted you to know the consequences.” he played with your hair as you kept sobbing on his chest, “if you behave from now on, i won’t be as hard on you.”

[fandom-puff]

Being married to Anthony Bridgerton would include…

Requested by: Anon

Warnings: smut towards the end including breeding kink, praise, degradation, semi-public references. Set in the early 1800s

Gif creds to owner

At first you worry that he mightn’t be as good a husband as he was a gentleman-caller

He does have somewhat of a reputation as a rake

But he proves to be an amazing husband, utterly devoted to you.

As the heir to his family, he lavishes all sorts of gifts and treats on you, from custom made gowns to small pieces of delicate jewellery, cakes and sweets to special edition books

He lets his mother keep Bridgerton House as most of his siblings (with the exception of Daphne) still live there

Instead, you take up residence just outside the city, in a beautiful house with plenty of garden space

Basically, you want for nothing, because Anthony spoils you rotten.

He helps you get ready for events, clasping your necklaces, suggesting which gloves to go with your gown etc

And when you’re out he’ll have you hold onto his elbow, or have his hand on your back

And when no one’s looking (not even lady Whistledown) he’ll slip it lower down than is proper

Calls you Sweetling 🥺

Forehead kisses

Kisses your knuckles like a proper gent

Will dance with you

Especially if some baron or other is eyeing you up across the ballroom

Smut below

Has a breeding kink sorry I don’t make the rules

Violet can definitely rely on you two for grandchildren

There’s probably very few places in your house that he hasn’t taken you

Turns out his desk is the perfect height to bend you over

Loves leaving lots of hickeys on your skin, and watches bemusedly as you try to adjust your clothing or jewellery to cover them the next day

You have sex frequently, often a few times a week

Is a very hands-on lover, grasping and groping your body

Manhandles you in the bedroom 🥰

Innocence and corruption kink 🤤

“I think you’re about to come on my fingers, little one… good girl, make a mess on my hand…”

That silk cravat can and will get shoved in your mouth to keep you quiet, or bind your wrists together behind your back as he fucks you into the mattress OR blindfolds you so you’re extra sensitive to every little touch

Loves making you ride him, especially because you’re a little unsure of yourself and he gets to guide you

Tucks you up next to him afterwards, kissing your forehead etc

Unless it’s been a quick one in the library

Then you just need to hope that your petticoats catch his come as it runs down your thighs…

Tags: @once-upon-an-imagine @imsearchingforclarity

@pinkandblueblurbs think you’ll like this too queen xx

[harlowcomehome]

Hazel is truly my favorite oc!jackbaby on this app lol

I was wondering if you could write about infant Hazel and Jack being COMPLETELY obsessed with her. Like when the reader needs to leave for a little bit, he gets so excited because that means he doesn't have to share her lol. He doesn't want to take his eyes off of her, he just nuzzles his face against her because she's so soft and warm. He loves her little hands holding his nose and touching his cheeks. He turns into complete mush over his baby because of how much he loves her. Like he gets so emotional thinking about how this tiny person is literally his flesh and blood, like really a piece of him. Idk I think that he would be so in awe of the fact that he's a father and has a baby that is his legacy 🥺

-😇

“My literal twin.”

A/N: Hi! I’m truly sorry for how long this took to write but I appreciate you so very much for the request and the nice thing you said about Hazel being your favorite. I don’t take that lightly so I appreciate you.

After you brought Hazel home you had a lot of anxiety, you were constantly worried and stressed about her, as any new mother would be. You had a very difficult time learning how to balance taking care of Hazel and taking care of yourself.

You rarely slept as you felt like you had to keep an eye on her constantly, Jack was very involved but you still worried about Hazel constantly.

After some long phone calls with both Maggie and your mother, Jack sat you down and told you that he was worried about you. He assured you that he was capable of taking care of Hazel by himself and encouraged you to take time to rest and heal. You were beyond grateful for your husband, he was truly the only person who could get through to you.

Jack didn’t mind alone time with Hazel, he was always secretly jealous of the bonding you got to do with her while she was growing inside your belly. He wanted to make sure they had a bond as well.

Today you had a postpartum doctors appointment and you were leaving the house without Hazel for the first time. “Are you sure you don’t want me to take her? It’s not a big deal” you assured Jack as you held Hazel against your chest and snuggled into her. “I’m sure babe, just go to your appointment, maybe pick up something to eat, enjoy yourself a little” he rubbed the small of your back . You looked at him with sorrow, you knew you’d feel guilty if you did anything more than go to your appointment. Jack knew that look instantly “I promise you, she’ll be ok. I’ll be ok too and I’ll send you pictures and videos if that helps” Jack assured you, his big palm still rubbing your back.

You gave him a kiss and nodded before slowly handing Hazel off to him. “I love you both” you whispered as you left and Jack responded “ we love you too mommy.”

When you left the house you felt sadness wave over you, you knew Jack was a great dad and perfectly capable of taking care of Hazel but you just liked to be in control of the situation, that was something both you and Jack (unfortunately) had in common.

When you left the house Jack took Hazel into her nursery and placed her in her crib, making sure that she was still sleeping. He moved the rocking chair that was in the corner of the room closer to her bed so that he could watch her sleep. However, it wasn’t long before Hazel started to stir around in her crib, cooing and crying lightly every so often. Jack picked her up and started to rock her in the rocking chair, he talked to her a lot.

“Hey pretty mamas. Shhh, shhhh. You’re okay. You’re okay.” He’d lightly kiss her forehead and play with her tiny fingers. Hazel cried a little bit before falling back asleep.

Jack watched her sleep in his arms, he didn’t mind that she liked to be held so much, it made him feel closer to her.

Your appointment was taking longer than you expected it to so you text Jack and let him know that. It was then that he realized it was time for Hazel to eat.

He walked into the kitchen and got a bottle ready for Hazel while she was buckled into her swing. Before he fed her, he gave you a call.

“Babe, its fine. I told you, take today to do whatever you want to. Yes, she’s about to eat. Yes, we are fine” Jack assured you over the phone, he was always incredibly soft with his words, he knew you were highly sensitive especially right now.

After Hazel ate she was more awake, she was grabbing on to Jacks nose, and rubbing her tiny hands across his cheeks. He lived for moments like this, smiling back at her and expressing his love. “You’re the best thing thats ever happened to me Hazel. You know that? You and your mommy are my greatest blessings” he would reassure her as she continued to tug on his beard hair.

Sometimes while he was holding her he would hold her closer to his face, not because he couldn’t see her but just because he wanted a closer look. He examined her lightly dusted freckles that matched his, her short eyelashes that matches yours, and her nose that was most definitely his nose. He just liked to look at how similar to the both of you she was, and this gave Hazel easy access to explore her dads face too.

It had been about two hours since you originally left Jack and Hazel at home and you finally got to leave your appointment. You picked up your phone to call Jack and he was whispering on the other end which meant Hazel had probably just went down for a nap. “Hey, do you want me to pick us up some steaks from that place you like?”

“Yeah babe, whatever you want.” He whispered “ Hazel just went down for another nap about fifteen minutes ago so don’t worry. You didn’t want to go get your nails done or something?”

You looked down at your nails, which hadn’t been done since before Hazel was born. “Are you sure Jack?”

“Yeah babe, don’t worry about it. Get your nails done and then pick up dinner. I’m not even hungry yet.”

You ended the call with your husband and took his advice. It had been a long time since you did anything for yourself.

You were just leaving the nail salon and was about to be on your way to get dinner when it dawned on you that you had access to Hazels camera in her room from your phone. You had never used it before because you hadn’t left the house without her but you had wondered if Jack was in the room with her.

You turned the camera on and your heart instantly melted.

Jack was bouncing Hazel in his arms and talking to her, which didn’t really surprise you because he talked to her a lot even when she was still in your belly.

“Wanna know what’s crazy Hazey? You’re my literal twin.” Jack laughed and you couldn’t help but smile as you watched.

“You look just like me when I was a baby, but you have your mommy’s hair color. You also have your mommy’s toes” he played with her small toes. “ Thank god for that” he laughed and so did you.

You kept the sound on as your drove to pick up your food and you were truly in awe of the cute conversation your husband was having with your daughter.

“I love when we get to spend alone time together Hazey. Your mommy is the best mommy out there and she over exhausts herself by worrying about you so much.” He paused before continuing “I worry about you all the time too, but mommy needs a break sometimes. She’s always supported me in everything I do.”

You felt overwhelmed hearing that and started to tear up because you knew how true it was.

Jack continued “ Hazey, I might be biased but you really lucked out, you have two really awesome parents” Jack laughed as he continued to bounce Hazel in his arms.

You couldn’t help but cry, not because you were sad but because you were grateful to have such a loving, caring and supporting partner who spoke so highly of you even to an infant who couldn’t repeat it.

You weren’t going to tell him what you heard, but you’d remember it forever.

[forever-rogue]

'kissing your lover so gently, worried that if you pull away for even just a second, you'll lose them' and “everything is going to be okay“ kisses w Steven or Marc pls?🥺 Just need some hurt and comfort 🥲

AN | Steven is the most precious of bbs and I just want to keep him safe at all costs 🥰🥺

Pairing | Steven Grant x Fem!Reader

Warnings | None

Word Count | 1k

Masterlist | Main, Moon Knight

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It had been days since you'd seen him. Days. The longest ones of your life. As you paced around his apartment for the fifth night in a row, you stole glances at the door every few moments, willing him to walk through the door. It wasn’t like this was the first time he’d been gone for an extended period but normally he would have called or texted or…something.

You were going to either scream at Marc or hurt him somehow. Your mood shifted with each creak of the aging floorboards. Really, at the end of the day all you wanted was for Steven to walk through the door. But this evening, like the past few, slowly wore on without you seeing hide nor hair of him. Despite your best efforts, your tiredness and worry eventually won over and you fell asleep on the couch, the show you had been attempting to watch lulling you further into sleep.

It wasn't until you heard the door slowly creak open that you suddenly felt wide awake. You sat up, heart pounding with nervous anticipation as you waited for whoever was on the other side of the door to come in. 

You could have cried, jumped for joy, screamed with excitement as he walked through the door, but instead you found yourself firmly planted on the couch. He shut the door behind him, making sure to lock it before letting out a heavy sigh. 

"Steven," his name escaped your lips in a soft little whisper as you jumped to your feet. You studied him for a moment, spying a long gash across before running over and wrapping your arms around him, "my love. You're home!"

"Hello sweetheart," his voice was so small and tired it almost broke your heart. You hoped you weren't hurting him, gently loosening your hold on him, "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."

"Steven," you brushed his messy, unruly curls off of his forehead before gently touching his cheek and examining the cut, "whatever are you sorry for?"

"Not coming home sooner," he sighed lightly, "not calling. Worrying you."

"You have absolutely nothing to be sorry for," you insisted firmly, knowing that it more than likely wasn't Steven's choice to be gone for an extended period of time, "I'm just glad you're okay, my love. You're okay - right? Please tell me you're alright, Steven."

"Yes," he nodded meekly, "I'm alright. Just my face…and ‘m so tired. I didn't mean to worry you."

"I would worry about you if you went to the market to get produce," you laughed lightly, "that's just what you do when you love someone, silly man. You’re home and you’re alright. That’s all that matters, Steven.”

“It was so much,” he admitted meekly, giving you a tired, worn out look, “I didn’t think…I know Marc has got things covered, but there were a few times when I wasn’t sure if it would be alright if we would be alright.”

“Oh,” your heart constricted as you gently started to tug off his jacket, “let me take care of you, Steven. That cut looks pretty nasty, at least let me clean it.”

He was silent for a moment, trying to still his racing heart and mind at the look of love and concern on your face. His hands found your face as he gently stroked his thumb over your cheek, causing you to lean into his touch. Before either of you could say anything else, he leaned in and kissed you. It was a slow, sweet thing at first, like he was grounding himself in you, reminding himself that he was safe - he was home whenever and wherever he was with you. 

You looped your arms around his neck and held him as close to your body as humanly possible, your kisses taking a more desperate turn. Steven held you and kissed you like his life depended on it, like if he ever let you go you would disappear as though you were a figment of his imagination. You let him take what he needed, take all that he wanted to remind himself that you were his, you were real. 

After he pulled back to catch a breath, resting his forehead against yours, you pulled him back in. Gentle, featherlight kisses were peppered all over his cheeks, forehead, nose, and finally his lips. They were delicate touches, meant to reassure him that you weren’t going anywhere, that he was safe in your arms, that he was loved. 

“I love you,” it was a soft declaration, whispered delicately to the point where it almost wasn’t audible. He made a small sound unsure of how to process everything he was feeling at once; but he felt warm. Warm, safe, content. Everything all at once, “I’ll always love you.”

“I know,” he replied in a way that spoke everything that was going on in his mind, “thank you.”

“Whatever for? You have nothing to thank me for,” you insisted, laughing in a way that made his heart pang with longing and happiness, “I’m only telling you what’s true.”

“I know,” he offered up a tentative little smile, “I don’t know how or why but-”

“Stop talking, you silly man,” you put a finger on his lips as you quietly shushed him, “I love you for all the things you are, you have been, and will be. You’re a good man, Steven. There’s no way to explain exactly why we love the people we do, it just is. And I happen to love you very much.”

“I love you too,” he promised, taking your hands in his and gently lacing your fingers together, “coming home to you is the best part of my day.”

“I could say the same,” you brought his hand to your lips and gently pressed a kiss to his scratched up knuckles, “come on, love. Let’s get you cleaned up.”

“You don’t have to-”

“I want to,” you promised, “please. Let me love you and take care of you.”

“Are you sure-”

“Yes, Steven,” you laughed at his silly little heart-eyed expression, “I insist.”

“Okay,” his heart leapt in his chest as he nodded eagerly, giving you another kiss, “okay.”

[galacticgraffiti]

✿ Baati’gar ✿

Wordcount: ~800

Rating: Teen and up

Warnings: slightly ill!reader, Wolffe taking care of you, some mildly lewd comments and innuendos, mostly just so much fluff

I am dedicating this ficlet to my beloved @pinkiemme who deserves the world and so much more. Love you babes 🥺❤️‍🔥

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Wolffe’s nose nudges yours.

“You awake, pretty girl?”

“No,” you groan and pull the blanket up. “Everything hurts.”

Wolffe grunts, placing one hand on your forehead.

“You’re hot,” he states. You snort and let the blanket sink down a bit to wiggle your eyebrows.

“Aren’t I always?”

Wolffe rolls his eyes.

“No joking about you being sick, you won’t distract me. You caught something.”

You roll to your side, groaning quietly when your aching joints refuse to cooperate. Wolffe’s large hands settle on your shoulders.

“Nuh-uh, you stay right where you are,” he commands.

“Yes Sir,” you mumble, earning an exasperated sigh from Wolffe. You chuckle quietly, then suppress a hiss when your head starts pounding. Wolffe, of course, hears you anyways.

“What is it, cyar’ika?” His face is carved in stone, but the worry in his voice impossible to overhear if you know him.

“My head hurts,” you murmur. Wolffe nods matter-of-factly, and swings his legs off the bed.

“Stay right there, sweetheart. I’m gonna take care of you.”

You try to protest weakly, but there is no force behind you words.

“I won’t hear it,” Wolffe calls over his shoulder as he rummages through the medkit in the fresher. “You’re sick, cyar’ika. You deserve to be taken care of.”

“‘s not your job,” you grumble, pressing your thumbs into your eye sockets to stop your head from pounding so hard you can barely breathe.

“Not my job, no,” Wolffe murmur. You flinch, you didn’t hear him come up to your side. A cold pack is placed on your forehead and you sigh in relief. Wolffe clicks his tongue. “Not my job. But my responsibility, sweetheart. And I want it to be. Let me take care of you.”

His voice is unexpectedly soft, and when you open your eyes to look up at him, you melt at the expression on his face. Instead of protesting more, you simply hum, and close your eyes again. Wolffe feeds you some bacta, and laughs at the faces you make at the stale taste. He makes tea for you, feeds you some porridge, he lets you lay on him with your head in his lap and gently massages your scalp until your headache is gone entirely.

You sigh and relax into him, falling asleep more than once. When you wake up, he is always still there, quietly holding you.

The day passes like this, quiet and content. You watch holo vids together, although you sleep through half of them. Wolffe makes broth - an excellent choice since it is the only thing he has the skills to cook - and lets you sleep and sleep and sleep. You fall asleep to his voice quietly humming a faint melody, a song you have never heard before but that bears the universal comfort of a lullaby in its tune.

When you truly wake up for the first time, it is already dark outside, Wolffe asleep beside you with a datapad on his chest. You pull yourself up to kiss his cheek, and he stirs under your touch.

“You feeling better, sweet girl?” His voice is rough with sleep. You smile softly at him.

“Mhm, all better. Thanks to you,” you kiss his cheek again. “My hero.”

Wolffe grumbles something under his breath, but you swear you can feel the flush in his cheeks against yours.

“I feel disgusting,” you complain eventually. “I’m gonna take a bath, I think.”

“Hmm,” Wolffe hums, his hand slipping around your waist and squeezing gently. “Want me to come with you?”

“What exactly are you implying, Commander?” you smirk at the insinuation. Wolffe’s hands slip down and down, pinching your thigh before settling on the swell of your ass.

“I’m implying whatever you feel up for, pretty girl. Let’s not overdo it, though. I’ll get into the tub with you if that’s… something you want.”

“Hm-hm,” you sigh. “That sounds perfect.”

“Good.” Wolffe groans when he gets up, but shushes you when you inquire concernedly. “My leg fell asleep is all. Come on, sweetheart.”

Strong arms wrap around you and lift you up bridal style. Wolffe carries you to the fresher, letting you cling to him until the tub is filled up. You moan when you slip into the warm water, and smile up at him, tugging at his hand.

“Come on in, baby.”

Wolffe snorts at the pet name, but he holds his tongue, quickly divesting himself and sliding into the tub behind you. Thick thighs wrap around you as he sighs in deep contentment.

“Thank you,” you whisper into the quiet room. Wolffe pressed his lips into your hair.

“Ba’gedet’ye, ner kar’ta.”

.•°°•. ✿ .•°°•.✿ .•°°•.✿ .•°°•.

Baati’gar - (roughly) Caring for you

Ba’gedet’ye, ner kar’ta - You are welcome, sweetheart.

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𝐉𝐉𝐊 𝐌𝐞𝐧: 𝐁𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐀𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐬 + 𝐂𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐃𝐈𝐋𝐅 𝐁𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐏𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐬

Gojo Satoru

→ seriously jealous of him because he never gain weight despite eating all the junk and having two person's serving a meal 😐 his metabolism is just that good

→ with that said, it's pretty difficult for him to get at least a little bulky without the fats he need so it's kind of a blessing and a curse at the same time

→ even if he eventually gained a little bit more muscles, they'll be gone if he doesn't do his routine every day

→ skinny arms, skinny legs

→ long arms, long legs, long torso, long c— 😏

→ long fingers as well with cotton soft palms that he likes to compare to yours

→ but srsly why is everything about him so long??!

→ his shoe size is really big compared to the average male so it's a lil hard to find the right shoes for him (he has taste but what abt the size?)

DILF body points = 3/10

"did I just described a twink?"

Toji Fushiguro

→ no one:

Toji's body: ▽ *inverted triangle*

→ when I say he's huge, I mean that he's huge HUGE

→ tall, thick ass mf arms and thighs, broad shoulders, the stiffest abs humanity has ever known, thicc lifted ass and muscles under his back that flexes every time he even moves the slightest??? 😫😫

→ never forget his hard-metal-steel titties that radiates warmth within 5km radius <33

→ scratch that, his whole body radiates so much heat you'd scramble away from him during the summertime and latch yourself onto him like a second skin during the wintertime

→ plus his lil tummy, a little bulgy but still firm from the packs 🥺

→ very veiny arms and hands

→ has a few veins on his hips running down his thighs as well 💞🥴

→ super rough palms and he likes to hold your softer ones because of that

→ his body is also covered in scars that's been there for years :((

→ always cut his nails too short

→ wrinkles around his eyes from his age 😋 *mmm*

DILF body points = 10/10

"he was a dilf to begin with"

Getou Suguru

→ he has a pretty similar build as Gojo but a little bit more muscular

→ broad shoulders 😋

→ doesn't have as much veins as Toji but his hands are still bigger than the other men's here

→ pretty nails! slim and healthy, looks really good with nail polish on (especially black or dark green)

→ long legs, strong calves <33

→ super moisturised skin because you can't tell me he doesn't apply lotion every night before he sleeps 💀💀

→ m-moles on his back 😩😩

→ slight wrinkles on his forehead whenever he moves his eyebrows

→ doesn't comb his hair and only uses conditioner whenever he wants

→ his hair grows rather slowly so the trip to the hairdresser isn't so frequent

DILF body points = 6/10

"he could've gotten more points if only he was older"

Nanami Kento

→ his adam's apple tho 🥺 so bulgy and hot

→ loves the way it bobs up and down whenever he talks and especially the groan he makes whenever you suck or kiss it

→ sensitive tummy to touch 🥺🥺 don't touch him there/tickle him or he'll chokehold you fr 🥺🥺

→ manly arms?? strong with one or two short veins there and he gives pretty good hugs <33

→ also can't forget about that blonde arm and leg hair 🥺

→ thick fingers, calloused, wonder what he could do with them 👀

→ another one with a hot back, muscly and wide

→ there's a vein on the side of his forehead that pops out a little whenever he speaks louder or is using his strength

→ stubby chin 💞

→ random but he has a really stiff neck so whenever he massages himself, the way his biceps flex and his head rolling a little to the side with his eyes shut while letting out a soft groan is so fucking sekc

DILF body points = 8/10

"nice try, could've tricked us, but if only you were a real dilf"

Sukuna Ryomen

→ thick thighs, muscly thighs, delicious thighs

→ strong and heavy upper arms

→ his hands are always so warm for no reason?? 💀

→ also has a super firm grip

→ sometimes, his whole mf fingernail falls out because they're too long but he can always grow them back ne way

→ yes, he does check his nails whenever he's bored

→ he (Itadori's body) is relatively short being only 173 cm so his figure looks quite muscular

→ lil bit of chubby cheeks but with a really defined jawline!!

→ his lil canines too 🥺

→ long tongue goes *BRRRRRRRRRR*

DILF body points = 4/10

"get your real body back and we'll talk"

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[tteokdoroki]

ok but yuta would say “i love you” when he cums and fully mean it 🥺 it’s not a spur of the moment thing, he genuinely loves you, and wants to express it as often as he can 🥺❤️

hiccup smiff :(!!! i agree with this 100%

+ tw for slight!dub con !!

like can you imagine poor yuuta, writhing beneath your touch literally losing his mind the minute your tongue rolls out against his leaky tip— eyes rolling to back of his skull as he practically sobs your name and grips the bed sheets until his knuckles turn white. “p-please, i c-can’t. can’t, w-won’t last.” baby’s trembling, jaw going slack and his skin illuminated by the light shine of sweat escaping from his pores. yuuta looks like an angel when he has his head thrown back and his midnight locks matted to his forehead and his Adam’s Apple bobbing with every sweet moan slipping from between his lips. “‘m close, s’too close, s-slow down. please!”

it’s barely been five minutes and the poor baby is stuttering out sweet, breathy moans— apologising for the way his hips buck up and force the meat of his cock further into your slippery hot mouth. yuuta chokes on a gasp when his sticky tip hits the back of your throat, whimpers like he’s in pain from how good the stimulation feels and how he’s holding back, trying not to bust so soon after having you on him.

your finger tips rub soothing circles on yuuta’s inner thighs but it does nothing to calm him...the knot in his tummy is tightening way too soon, tears stinging a pathway down the apples of his cheeks the further you take him down your throat and especially when you swallow down on his cock. “no,” he whines, chest heaving and shaking his head back and forth. “no s’too much. s-stop, don’t wanna cum. s-stop!”

you don’t stop, and instead let your soft hands squeeze at the weight of his balls— trail along the veins on the underside of his cock until his red hot tip is painting your tongue with thick, ungodly amounts of precum that mixes with your saliva as you slurp at him hungrily. yuuta feels like his entire body is on fire, heat pinpricking at the skin by his cheeks as a blush spreads across them and a primal urge takes over him, telling him to grip your head and tug you down even further onto his cock until you’re gagging and forced to breathe through your nose as it’s pressed into the softness of his tummy.

“oh..oh god. okay, okay.” yuuta whispers, gripping the back of your head tighter all while shaking his head and letting his moans grow higher and higher in pitch. “i-i’m gonna— h-hah!” the poor baby splutters, tripping over his words and crash landing into his orgasm as he floods your mouth with thick spurts of cum, pouring his load into you as you lap it up eagerly with your tongue and bob your head throughout his eye. all of yuuta’s limbs give out, his brain goes dead and thighs tremble with the weight of his orgasm, sucking the life from him.

“o-oh! i love you, i love you so much. i-i love...you,” and he means it, he keeps repeating it although his body twitches with the aftershocks of cumming, yuuta falling back into the sheets with a loved up smile and the smallest whimpers on his lips. he truly does love you, pouring all the passion into his words despite the dizziness to his brain and thoughts. “‘m sorry...i-i came too quick and i didn’t warn you! oh...oh that felt so good,” yuuta sighs as he comes down and your hand on his cock starts to slow, pulling your lips off of him. “

“i’m sorry—“ yuuta tries again, but your lips find his own and he squeaks with embarrassment and teary eyes as force him to taste his cum, tongue pushing its way into his mouth as he fills the room with more of his sweet sounds.

[pinkanonwrites]

If you still want some ideas– would you do hc for obey me: Lucifer, Mammon, Simeon, & Diavolo reacting when MC tells him that they feel safe wrapped up in his wings? Just.. soft 🥺

This is so sweet (♡°▽°♡) Hope you enjoy!

Lucifer

I think he has a bit of a complex about his wings; they remind him a little too much of who he used to be, what he had when he was still considered a high-ranking angel. Even in a relationship it’ll take him a while before he’s fully comfortable letting you pet and touch his wings.

Once you tell him you feel safe when he wraps you up, however? That changes things. He wants to protect you, feels compelled to, and the fact that you not only enjoy but encourage those feelings of protection makes him happier than he may outwardly emote.

Enjoys his downtime cuddling with you, the way you sigh contentedly when his wings come to rest around your body. He teaches you how to help him preen his feathers so you can spend as much time as you like running your fingers through the soft, inky spines.

“Relax, pet. You’ve worked hard today. Perhaps we may both take  a break. A short one, at least.”

Mammon

Probably doesn’t believe you at first. I mean, it’s not like his wings are all fluffy and feathery like they were before he and his brothers fell. Even Lucifer was fortunate enough to still have his deep, velvety feathers. Not like Mammon’s thin, leathery wings. How could they possibly feel comfortable?

Gets super flustered when you explain to him it’s not necessarily about the comfort, it’s that he makes you feel safe. Him?! A Demon!? Make you feel safe!?! Humans are weirder than he thought, geez!

It won’t stop him from doing it though. If he notices you looking stressed or anxious or overwhelmed he’s quick to bundle you into his arms, letting his wings wrap around your bodies and shield you within his embrace.

“I-I don’t get what the big deal is! But if you like it that much, it’s whatever I guess.”

Simeon

Very rarely does Simeon have his wings out on full display. He’s not one who’s interested in drawing to much attention to himself and a big, glittery pair of angel wings in the middle of the Devildom is like painting a target right on his forehead. Because of this having his wings out in the Devildom feels incredibly vulnerable to him, and you’re one of the only people he’d willingly show them to.

Having you stroke and pet his wings is incredibly relaxing for him, and just a few minutes of it can have him on the verge of nodding off. It’s not uncommon to be lying in his arms and running your fingers slowly along the length of his feathers only to hear him softly begin to snore above you.

Doesn’t prefer to do it, but he will use his wings to intimidate someone who just won’t leave you alone, like a particular nasty demon or classmate. He’ll flare them out with a flash of heavenly light, draping them defensively around your form as he gives your bully a smile that doesn’t quite reach his eyes.

“Of course, you may touch them if you like. As long as you don’t mind me taking a rest here. It’s quite comfortable after all.”

Diavolo

Pleasantly surprised, Diavolo is happy to wrap you up in his large, leathery wings whenever he feels you need it,much to the chagrin of Barbatos and Lucifer, who think he should practice at least a little bit of princely decorum.

But really, is anyone going to actually tell Diavolo what to do? Nope! So if you ask (and even if you don’t) Diavolo will be happy to drape his wings around you and pull you close.

Let’s you touch his wings as much as you want, on the agreement that he is allowed to touch you back just as much. It doesn’t always end up going a NSFW direction, sometimes he just wants to inspect your small, human hands and your soft, vulnerable stomach with an almost lazy curiosity. It’s only fair that he get to do some petting in return, right?

“Feeling stressed? Worry not, darling! Come here a moment, let me hold you.”

[espritmuse]

could you do arcane women and their favourite kinds of kisses? where they like to be kissed and where they like to kiss you the most.. i hope that’s clear 🥺💕 i love your account

Sure darling, thank you for your sweet request.

💌𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐒 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐒—

⌕ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Vi, Sevika, Jinx and Caitlyn

⌕ 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: <3

—𝐄𝐒𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄—

Vi

She adores when you kiss her hands. They are rough, bloody, full of asymmetrical cuts and scars and, in her eyes, unpleasant and unappealing to look at. She never really understood why you were always holding and kissing her hands, but she loves it, it calms her a lot.

Vi loves to kiss your forehead and your cheeks. To her, you're the most adorable creature that ever stepped on earth — and she’s ready to show you her point of view, planting kisses all over your face at any time of day. Honestly, she just can’t help it, look at you. She’s definitely the type of person that just kiss you mid-sentence, just because you looked too lovely.

JINX

Jinx likes when you kisses the top of her head while she’s sitting and working on something. When you just come silently behind her and approach her, your hands gently caressing her shoulders and collarbone while you slowly bend over to plant a sweet kiss on hope of her head. Most of the time — if not all the time— she looks up to meet her gaze, allowing you to plant another kiss on her forehead.

The blue-haired adores kissing your neck when hugging you tightly. She finds comfort in you, warm and security when you hold her close, skin to skin. She’ll mutter some sweet I love yous and gently kiss your neck, slowly going down to meet your collarbones.

CAITLYN

She loves to hug you from behind, sweetly wrapping her soft arms around your torso before kissing your cheeks and your shoulders. Caitlyn often rubs her nose gently on your skin when she kisses your cheeks too. You know how stressed she is and let her rest like this for some minutes, sometimes turning your body to face her and hug her back, when you feel like she really needs it.

Caitlyn adores when you kiss her lips. It honestly might not be the most original kind of kiss but it’s her all-time favourite. In her eyes, there is nothing better than a deep passionate kiss, no matter the place or time. In the shower, in bed, sitting in a garden, watching a sunset… She likes this feeling, like you somehow both connect to each other.

SEVIKA

Surprisingly, she adores when you kiss her nose. Sevika is seen as tough, merciless, cold-blooded, heartless—and she is. But when it comes to you, it’s all different. Nothing on this earth makes her happier than when she sees you walking toward her, slowly and gently placing your soft fingers on her rough skin and planting a sweet kiss on her nose. She might not show it, but it makes her day.

Sevika loves to kiss your hands. First of all, let’s make things clear, her hand, never leave yours, ever. The undercity is a dangerous place and she doesn’t want anything happening to her precious girl — or at least that is the excuse she gives you, she knows no one’s crazy enough to touch what’s hers, it’s just a foolish pretext to have you close. Most of the time, she slowly brings your hand to her lips to kiss it. When she’s gambling, she also loves to have you on her lap and to kiss your shoulder — bare shoulders, because she’s the one who chooses your dresses when you go out, and constantly picks the most revealing ones.

She also likes to kiss your ankles when your legs are up when she fucks you but that’s another topic I guess.

[meowzfordayz]

hihi… could i please have a fluffy/passionate nsfw oneshot/head cannon? like comes home after a long day of demon slaying and all he wants is me and we make food n stuff. My partner broke up with me and Kyojuro is a comfort character not too urgent or anything but it would be nice

Heyo lovely. 💗 I'm saddened for you. Not much else for me to add to that bc Idk the details or nature of your relationship and break up, but I'm absolutely sending you warm socks and hot chocolate w/ marshmallows vibes. 🥺 Fyi: for your request, I leaned more toward nsfw, less toward fluff (altho imo it's still very soft ☺️).

Author’s Note: wrecked myself writing this. For once tho, it wasn’t bc of angst. 👀😳😉

ravenous

Rengoku Kyojuro x Reader

Word Count: ~2,300

CW: 18+NSFW, cream!pie, explicit language, Fem!Reader, oral, spit, squirting

~faqs~

“Kyo? I-”

He devours the remainder of your question, his lips chapped and affectionate in contrast to the roughness of his grasp on your hips, his fingers picking at the thin fabric of your waistband as he tugs you clumsily—desperately—into the broadness of his chest. Pulling back slightly, his fierce stare meets your confused expression, fatigue in his eyes dissipating as his gaze lowers to your shining bottom lip. Fuck. Uncharacteristically wordless, he presses his lips to your forehead, eyes closing as he inhales deeply.

“Kyo?”

Wet kisses trail from your forehead to your eyebrows, across your cheekbones, your nose, along your jaw, ending at your chin. Releasing your hips, he licks lightly at your bottom lip before grabbing your elbow—abruptly, silently—guiding you toward the bedroom. You stumble, unable to match his pace, prompting him to stop and fling your arms around his neck, motioning for you to Hold on. A low growl rumbles in his throat as warmth from your groin radiates to his stomach, his large hands tucked under your ass as he carries you the rest of the way (which, to be fair, isn’t far), a smatter of tiny hickeys littering the crook of your neck by the time he barges past the shoji, your body protected, precious, cradled against him as he deposits you onto the futon, satisfied by your disheveled breathlessness as you glance up at his kneeling form.

“Are you okay?”

You hope you sound concerned, but you’re pretty sure you just sound eager. How else are you supposed to sound when he returns from his mission? Usually, he’ll announce himself, kiss you sweetly after you welcome him, and regale you with harrowing details as you share a meal. How else are you supposed to sound when, instead, he clings to you, starving, begging for intimacy? His hungry, sloppy kisses; the strength of his hands; friction teasing your clit as you bounce slightly against his taut muscles with every hurried step leading to the bedroom; sharp possessiveness of his teeth biting, marking your skin; your pussy clenching needily at the thought of his cock hardening against his inner thigh; craving his touch the moment he lays you on the futon.

“Strip.”

Your eyes widen at the unyielding fervor in his tone, a delectable edge you so rarely get to hear. Kyojuro is composed. Intentful. A generous lover. You so rarely get him to fracture — so rarely have him frayed. Feral. You begin undressing, purposely moving slowly, leisurely, patiently untying your pants. Baiting him when he’s already dangling from the precipice is too easy. He grunts. Your only warning. And then he’s swatting your unbearably tedious fingers away, replacing them with his own greedy hands. Hands that probably tear your pants in their rush; that deftly relieve you of your casual kimono, your basic layering shirt; hands that immediately palm, caress, squeeze your bare tits; delighted by their lack of additional wrapping. He doesn’t mind when you wrap them—they’re your tits to wrap or unwrap as you please, thank you very much—but Fuckfuckfuck he’s weak for when you feel comfortable enough, secure enough, to forego wrapping. Weak for how quickly he can access, adore, abuse them.

“I want you.”

He states loudly. Unabashedly. Pinching your nipples between his thumbs and index fingers, eyes narrowing at how erotic you look as your mouth parts, quiet gasp escaping, hips bucking upward — at the noticeable damp spot staining the crotch of your panties. Crawling over you, he latches onto one of your nipples, his mouth wet and hot as he slurps, nibbles, laps, popping off every so often to marvel at how swollen, puffy it looks as he continues his ministrations.

“Kyo,” you whine, “I have two nipples.”

He chuckles at your frustration, a fast hand reaching above his head to your neck, applying the lightest of pressure, “What was that?”

“I-I,” you falter as a dribble of slick leaks from your pussy, sliding to your asshole, the feeling of his fingers around your throat snapping your dwindling awareness, “Please, please, please, my other nipple.”

“I’m fully clothed,” he muses as he circles your first nipple with the tip of his tongue, “Haven’t even taken off my haori, and you’re laid out so gorgeous for me. Do you have any idea how much I missed you? How much I missed kissing you good morning, good afternoon, good night?” he hums fondly, “Kissing you, knowing how needy your pussy gets, how needy your pussy gets at the thought of more than kissing. The thought of my attention lowering to your tits. Your nipples. Your gorgeous tummy. Your thighs,” he shudders, “your thighs suffocating me as I give your needy pussy the attention it deserves.”

You’ve given up on convincing him to lavish your neglected nipple, fixated now on getting him naked. Or, at the very least, slipping his pants past his cock so he can fill your wet—empty—pussy.

“Kyo,” you huff, “Are you going to fuck me or talk to me?”

“Tell me you missed me too,” his voice wobbles unexpectedly.

Yes, his cock twitched at your quip—of course he’s going to fuck you—and yes, he’s going to make you come until your toes curl: until his back stings because you always scratch when he thrusts deeply, and he always thrusts deeply; until your eyes blink obliviously, tears pricking from how immense the feeling of KyoKyoKyo surrounding, enveloping, dissolving you is; until drool drips lazily from the corner of your mouth as you pant, moan, whimper; each drag of his cock stretching your sensitive, insatiable pussy.

But.

Kyojuro also wants you.

Wants the tenderness of your smile as you run soothing fingers through his hair, the inquisitiveness of your questions as he assures you his mission was successful, the irreplaceable glow of your giggling as he exclaims Delicious! while you eat together.

“I missed you, Kyo,” you whisper as your fingertips brush promisingly, trustingly, against his fingers — still wrapped loosely around your throat.

He lets go, catching your hand, watching your reaction as he places it over the vague outline of his cock (which, considering the billowing design of his pants, it’s quite impressive that there’s even an outline, regardless of its vagueness). You never disappoint. Instinctively, you stroke its entire length; legs subconsciously opening wider, enticing, inviting him; your panties beyond damp—soaked—as you wiggle your hips; unable to grind against the thickness of his cock, its position too high above you as he hovers; appreciating the presentation of your tits, the gentle bruising of your skin from his earlier excitement.

“I love you,” he murmurs, fingers hooking onto the crotch of your panties, sticky as they reveal your pussy, glistening as another dribble of slick slides to your asshole Like it knows what’s about to happen he smirks to himself, “My cock isn’t going to free itself,” he raises an eyebrow at your mesmerized, repetitive stroking, almost laughing as you squeak, jolted from your trance.

Kyojuro doesn’t realize he’s holding his breath as your hand slips into his pants, groping for his cock; doesn’t realize how heavy—how hard—it is, until your fingers squeeze triumphantly around its base; doesn’t feel himself quivering as you struggle to tug down his pants; its tip smacking against his gakuran, smearing precum across its brown fabric when you finally get his pants low enough. Exhaling raggedly, he nudges your fingers, his own grip taking over, other hand still keeping your panties pulled aside.

“I can’t stuff your pretty hole unless you’re playing with your nipples.”

Your fingers are on your nipples in a heartbeat, eyes pleading, pupils dilated as he slaps your clit with the tip of his cock, his clear precum oozing onto your already creamy folds as he teasingly bumps against your entrance: torn between watching your nimble fingers as they twist your cute, helpless nipples, or watching his throbbing, reddened tip disappear in and out of your pussy, hardly sheathed, verging on torturous — this close to relinquishing self restraint.

Fuck self restraint.

In as fluid a motion as possible, Kyojuro thrusts.

With one thrust, half of his cock bullies its way into your pussy. “KYO.” Two thrusts, and he’s bottoming out. “A-ah.” Three thrusts, and he can hear the distinct, gooey smack of his balls hitting your ass. “Sofuckingdeep.” He doesn’t pause, doesn’t adjust, doesn’t focus. Your audible babbling “feels so good” “ohmygosh” “fuck!”; the sensation of how clingy, needy your pussy is; the lewd ring of viscous cum forming at the base of his cock as he thrusts in smoothly, rapidly, familiarly; his fingers holding your panties coated in slick as his other hand uses your neck to steady himself; his throat constricting at how gone you look; your tits jiggling as he fucks you deeper into futon, your diligent fingers continuing to fondle them; the blissful dumbness fogging your cockdrunk eyes. All that registers is how perfect you feel.

“M’gonna come,” you’re breathy, light, disconnected from the sound of your voice.

“Wait,” Kyojuro rasps, equally unable to piece together coherent sentences.

“M’gonna come,” you repeat, pussy clenching, tightening, hothothot.

“Wait for me.”

You mewl at his demand, face scrunching as you attempt to stall the building ache—heat— in your core, some distant fragment of your consciousness noting the growing fullness of his balls as they slap against your ass.

“Don’t wanna wait,” you mutter, tongue swiping belatedly at the corner of your mouth as Kyojuro’s favorite string of drool drips onto the futon.

That was the wrong thing to say. Or maybe it was the right thing? His hand around your neck moves to sling one of your legs over his shoulder, his other hand abandoning your panties to pin—brace—your hips. It was the right thing you decide as the tip of his cock grazes your cervix, the tempo, harshness, urgency of his thrusts suddenly increasing. You’re too floaty, basking in the pleasure traversing from the coil in your gut to the arches of your feet, to recognize the dangerous glint in his stare. Kyojuro isn’t the type of man to chase his orgasms. Isn’t the type of man to rush himself without tending to you first. He’s a generous lover. But he wants to come with you. If you’re going to come—if you don’t want to wait—then he’s willing to be selfish. Willing to ruin your needy, convulsing pussy to reach his own climax. He just wants to watch cum puddling from your gaping pussy onto the futon; just wants to be unable to distinguish your cum from his; just wants to get his thumb filthy with it, rubbing your clit once more to coax an overstimulated squirt from your pussy.

“Come.”

You follow Kyojuro’s command instantly, your fingers flying from your nipples to his back; digging—scratching—as though its expanse is your sole tether to your corporeal being; toes curling, brightness flooding your vision, pussy fluttering erratically around his cock; as he comes with a long, vibrating groan; cum spilling spurt after spurt; forced out of your pussy—splattering onto the futon—as he continues thrusting shallowly. As he dips his thumb through the cum mixture; messymessymessy as he rubs your clit firmly, determinedly, ignoring your whining protests, knowing he can get you to squirt on his cock; proud, bursting, amazed as you inevitably come again, your eyes brimming from the overwhelming swell of wetness that drenches his cock, his balls, the futon. Eventually, a faint whimper shivers cautiously through the bedroom. He trembles to a halt, heeding your body’s telltale signal that it’s approaching its limit. Time passes as honey drips, both of you melted, panting, sweaty, fulfilled.

“Kyo,” you croak. He makes a noise of acknowledgement. “M’hungry.”

Kyojuro’s laughter warms the air hanging between you, desire, hurriedness, infatuation settling to a muted pulse as he takes in the sight of you. Your mussed hair, glittering eyes, flushed skin. Of nurturing and belonging, flame and hearth, grounding and love.

“You are beautiful.”

You snort tiredly, grinning despite yourself, “Whatever, Kyo. I’m beautiful and hungry.”

“I can cook while you bathe?” he offers, gesturing to your sexed out figure.

“How about we bathe and we cook?” you counter, already envisioning the calm of lathering his muscles with your soap, and he, in turn, using his soap to wash you.

“Are you certain?”

Bathing is always sensual, never sexual, with Kyojuro. A respite from the upheaval, churning, relentlessness of motion. A moment of stillness, bereft of weight, tranquil as the ripples created as you scrub, rinse, cherish each other. You couldn’t fathom bathing without him. Not when he’s solid, safe, soft. Not when he’s home.

“You’re adorable,” is your retort, your nose wrinkling happily, “I’m certain, Kyo. Don’t wanna leave you.”

Kyojuro doesn’t point out that the kitchen and washroom are mere shouting distance apart. Doesn’t point out that if you’re hungry, then it’d be more efficient to bathe and cook separately. Doesn’t point out that if he’s adorable, then you might actually be a goddess. He hopes you know, hopes it's etched into your bones, gracefully sketched atop your soul, that you are to him as sun is to sky, as waves are to ocean, and love is to heart.

“You don’t have to leave me,” he reassures you, collecting your drowsiness against his chest, lifting you effortlessly, smiling knowingly as he surveys the ~damage — he’ll definitely have to clean the bedroom thoroughly.

“I want dumplings,” you mumble into his clavicle.

“Okay,” he agrees readily, “I love you.”

“I love you more,” you peck the hollow of his throat.

“I’ll let you eat the last dumpling.”

You pout in defeat.

Really though, you’ll lose to his love every time.

The brilliant, playful, mutual devotion in his eyes.

More than making up for your ~loss.

[hhoneyribbons]

Would you write again? I really wanna see it 🥺 A multi characters headcanons for Patrick, William and Casanova kissing reader 🥰 (some neck kisses too if you want 👀)

Williamcasanova 

How the heaths would kiss you / where they like to kiss you

Ahh yay!! Thank you so much for the request I’m still new at doing headcannons but I hope you like it and it pleases ur request sorry if it’s a bit long I had a LOT of fun but yep enjoy, luv y’a . Also if you wanted the three you requested with the reader just let me know and I’ll do that as well <3

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Patrick Verona

-on ur cheeks, a whole lot, and I mean a lot and uses kisses as a show of love always just abruptly kissing you in a fight or when ur rambling

-" How is that even fair Patrick !! you cant just do whatever you- hmm~ " you ramble and hum out as Patrick shuts you up with a kiss and an " oh but I just did girlie " he'd grin and you'd stomp off only for him to follow and give more kisses

-ur favorite place to kiss him is his hand like while ur holding hands and you hold his hand to ur lips kissing them.

William thatcher

-on ur shoulders or collarbone, most of he loved just to kiss u but ur shoulders being bare would put the knight in a puddle.

-here you sat in the grass enjoying a break from the games William played to please his dreams, him next to you rubbing ur arms happy to see you in a sleeveless gown and placing his warm lips upon ur sunkissed skin " mm my flower ur skin is the best thing my lips have touched so far " he would be in actual bliss, you would roll ur eyes but smile " oh, William so easily falling ~ "

-ur favorite place to kiss him is his forehead you adore the way his soft blond hair tickles ur face making his giving you the most heart-warming smile

Casanova

-one word . n e c k, this playful mystery of a man loves kissing ur neck especially when ur in public loving when ur cheeks turn a rose color.

-you and casanova were walking through the ball with ur mask on and started to dance case all so loved to sway into the night with you, casanova pulls you closer by ur waist giving a wide grin and leans in his lips next to ur ear " darling ur quiet the dancer if I must say mm could barely notice ur feet stepping on my toes with the distraction of ur most wonderful breast" he would kiss below ur ear making a line over ur neck, you in complete shock with a " w-what! c-cassmm" and slap at his chest blushing.. you know where that took you all.

-ur favorite place to kiss casanova is his neck as well and lips, the thought of lips on boned and veiny necks makes you both melt .

Joker

-chest, basically.. boobies ( you asked for it you nasties jk ) he loves seeing his red lipstick stains on ur chest and neck its like branding for him

-you sat at your house waiting for the joker ur friend " ben" just left after you two played cards for almost 4 hours, it was smart to be at ur house no one would think the big bad joker would visit an unnoticed girl in some apartments. 3 more hours passed you were laying on the bed hugging j's pillow as the window balcony opened and the room was filled with a scent of gun powder . " ta-da !! I'm..well home " he knew you had a guy friend over and didn't like that one bit so he moved onto the bed and attacked ur chest and neck biting here and there branding his doll " mm think I wouldn't know? thought daddy was dumb tsk tsk wrong-oo~ " you whined and the night went on.

-ur favorite place to kiss joker are his scars on his lips of course he'll give a growl here and there but deep down he loves it madly .

Note:

Also these are just my opinion nothing set in stone just a reminder ;) thanks for reading !! and yes I had to add joker he’s NEEDED and loved … what can you do when you love a madman hm?