#hot chocolate will def help

[lured-into-wonderland]

Apologies for disappearing just after the New Year, but going back to work drained me from all the energy. It's been a constant overtime and I am working this weekend as well. January appears to be tough at work, so I am not sure how much I can be here.

But will always be happy to chat or plot on discord, if that's something you'd like.

[riaki]

nice boys and sour hearts | satoru gojo x reader

wc: 4.6k cw: minor swearing, he refers to u as 'momma' once (its normal i promise) n i think thats about it post suguru defection, shoko typical smoking ; no established relationship b ur def more than friends

i didnt want this angst to be too intense so i made it super duper fluffy. hopes it tastes like strawberries to u cs it does in my head ; another one of those fics i whipped up to meet the weekend deadline b i’m actually proud of this one not proofread!

satoru hates arguing with you.

it bites at him; twists his heart from the inside out in such a gut-wrenching way that he can hardly stand seeing your nose wrinkle in frustration and your eyes narrow with impatience, let alone hear the words coming out of your mouth, dripping with venom and irritation directed at him. he's never been used to being on the receiving end.

it tastes sour; bitter on his tongue in a way he's never been accustomed to. his tastebuds only recognize the sweet taste of fruit syrup, powdered sugar, or warm chocolate as home; he never indulges in the bitter, like the black coffee the kid he took in seems to like so much. but he'll take the silly sour lemon drops with sweet cream in the center, only because they remind him of you. you, so sweet when you love but sour when you're annoyed, which happens to be now, in this instant.

of course, he'll tell himself he doesn't mind. that sweet and sour have always gone nicely together. like strawberry lemonade on hot summer afternoons when the both of you have had enough of being stuffed into a clammy hot classroom with your musclebrain teacher. sometimes its the three of you, maybe even the four of you if you get lucky with the pixie stick trade offering (a healthier alternative to a cigarette, you both agreed on). but nowadays, it was only ever the two of you. the bitter had chosen his own path, and tangy was locked up in the infirmary sun up to sun down.

but right now, you're upset with him. and he absolutely despises it— to him, it's abhorrent. a strong word, but it's only fitting. but he can't help it when your conversation lingers in his mind, spinning itself a web of self-doubt and hurt and anger as he slips his gym shoes off and redresses himself by the school lockers, running a hand through his hair with a forced, annoyed exhale.

it was nothing big, really. or at least, that's what he thinks. you'd been in the gym after school, watching as he messed around with the basketball, seeing how long he could go dribbling by himself with a bump of his knee there, pushing it to the floor with his hand and watching it bounce back up with mild interest. he had no one to play with, but at least the ball would come back up no matter how much he pushed it down.

it was small. barely worth fussing over.

he had already been irritated. it was hot out, because summer was coming around. sweat beaded on his neck and rolled down his chest, seeping into his shirt as he wiped his forehead and made another shoot at the hoop, landing back on his feet with a soft thud as the basketball rattled around the rusted metal ring and fell through the net for the nth time that afternoon.

a hum of approval comes from your throat, followed by a loud whistle of contentment from him as he watches the ball bounce on the floor. he hikes his sunglasses up his forehead, bringing an arm up and wiping away the sweat on his cheek with his sleeve as he turns to look at you.

"that was pretty good, yeah? i think i deserve a celebratory smooch. lay some sugar on me, momma'." he laughs, loud and arrogant. you just give him a pointed look at that, but he ignores it as a sign for something wrong and only acknowledges it as your dramatic endearment. like speeding up at the sight of a yellow light in hopes that you'll make it instead of slowing down at the warning.

his shoes made squeaking sounds on the gym floor as he made his way over to you, swiping his shades off his face and sliding them onto your forehead, nestling in your hair as he grabbed a rag from the bench and wiped the sweat from his jaw. you have his uniform jacket on your lap, the yellow button glinting in the dying sunlight filtering in through the windows, reflecting off indiscernible flecks of dust in the air.

you had watched him with quiet contentment, observing the languid way he moved, graceful like a dancer moving in water. but then, you seemed to remember something; his lips pressed into a thin line, tilted to one side in anticipation. it made you hesitate— he always knew when you were about to speak before you even opened your mouth. he had come to notice, and appreciate, little things about you like that.

"were you smoking with shoko?" you had asked him. he tilted his head, eyebrow cocked up as he made a face. "no, i wasn't. why d'ya ask?" he huffed, watching from the corner of his eye with mild disinterest as the basketball, still rolling from his previous goal, bumped into the wall. cocky as ever.

(he wouldn't even look you in the eye when you were being dead serious.)

you reach a hand into his jacket, fishing around for something in his pocket; that gets his attention. who knows what trinkets and candy wrappers he has in there? and he'd hate for you to send him to his yearly checkup early again; the nurses always try to coddle him, and he has half a mind to charge for battery. nevertheless, he almost mistakes what you pull out for a lollipop stick. but it's not— it's a cigarette; a white papery hit of cancer with a dead cherry. certainly not a wise idea to keep that in his pocket among the other very flammable wax wrappers and the occasional flower petal, but who were you to judge? you, who's lips pucker like they've just tasted lemon juice when he eyes the unlit cigarette, utterly unamused.

he knows that you know it's his; the subtle glistening of pink around the end points to the gloss on his lips; he can practically taste it on his tongue. he wonders if you'd put the cigarette to your mouth too if you could have a sample of his lipgloss; then again, you could always just ask for a lip-to-lip taste, and he'd indulge you without a second thought.

you twist the cigarette butt between your fingers so that he can see the remnants of faint strawberry pink on the edges. he just rolls his eyes with a loud huff, leaning his weight back on his heels and shoving his hands in his pant pockets.

"yeesh. you're such a goody two shoes, y'know? how come shoko's allowed to smoke 'n i'm not?" he drawls, an arrogant lilt to his voice as he sticks his lower lip out. you can see a matte spot where the gloss had been transferred to the cigarette paper. you just sigh exasperatedly (he feels like a kid when you do that) and lean forward, resting your elbows on your knees. his jacket bunches up in your lap.

you tap the cigarette to his chest a few times; it makes a soft thumping sound against the fabric, and for a moment he's grateful of the noise; it sounds just like the way his heartbeat picks up with each touch, but you don't hear it. he wonders if you ever will. maybe one day, when there isn't so much distance between you and he has the opportunity to tuck your head to his chest, right over his heart.

"it's not that i care about the lung damage, idiot. why were you smoking?" you asked, voice softening. and he absolutely hates when you do that, because it always pulls on his heartstrings and brings a flush to his face, the way you treat him. he thought that if you did it enough, he'd be sent to the doctor for heart palpitations instead of a sweet tooth.

he doesn't answer you at that. how could he tell you, when he knew all that'd result from it was a thorn in his side? you, being the rose. so beautiful but awfully prickly and unfairly sour like a lemondrop with a sweet inside. then again, he'd much rather have your interrogating care than lose you, like what had happened with the reason he was trying out smoking in the first place.

then, it happened— your voice went unbearably soft, like puffy white covers and featherlight pillows with silk covers on a saturday morning, looking out the window to see pink tulips against a cloudy blue sky as the sun streamed in. it almost made him want to clutch your hand over his chest and see if you could feel the way he was reacting. no doubt, it was filled with such patient tenderness; all-encompassing sweetness it made him want to cry. so he coughed to cover it up, averting his gaze and bringing one hand to his face to absentmindedly smooth down the strands of damp white hair hanging over his eyes.

"thinkin' about suguru again, are you?" you asked gently, tucking the cigarette back into your pocket—yours, not his—and reaching out to take his hand.

his lips parted ever so slightly, gaping like a goldfish. he knew he looked silly, and he should've been okay with that— because being vulnerable with you, out of everyone he ever knew (with maybe the exception of one) was easier than breathing; came more naturally to him than his gravitation to a challenge. the same could be said for sweets.

(maybe he'd have to re-evaluate his proclaimed taste, then. since you were more sour than sweet.)

but this time, he wasn't okay with it. it had been hard to talk about what had happened with suguru one year ago since— it formed a nasty lump in his throat, bitter like black coffee and the wrong mix of herbs. it made him feel weak. reminding him of his shortcomings, which, in his mind, shouldn't even exist in the first place. but you never had a problem ripping his problems from the shielded cavity in his gut, bringing them under the operator's light to dissect and solve like a surgeon. forget about forcing him to the doctor's— at this point, you should be the one in the white coat, not shoko. he thinks about what you'd look like with blue gloves on your delicate fingers for a moment too long.

"what's it to you?" he snaps back after what feels like three years of his life. his fingers tighten around yours for a moment before he pulls his hand away abruptly.

the frown that lingered on your face from then on had been burned into his memory.

and, well, that was his mistake. it spiraled from there— because he knew what it was to you, and he hated that. hated that you could see straight through him like a cloud blue stained glass window; without rose colored lenses like the ones he always wore (the ones he rocked, he thinks).

a crack of thunder overhead jolts him from his thoughts; he couldn't even get in there to dust the spiderwebs away before being jerked back into reality. he clicks his tongue in disappointment, watching as the skies pry themselves open and rain begin to fall in the way it only did over heavy summer showers. he wishes the sky would stop its weeping, but even the strongest has his limitations.

but it doesn't matter. he has one of those cheap plastic umbrellas he'd bought from a convenience store one day in a late march many moons ago, during the brightest blue spring of his life. and so, he didn't understand why he was lingering at the door, swinging the umbrella around his fingers by the hook on the handle, watching as the rain fell with increased fervor. there was no plastic button to keep the folds tied up, so it floundered around with each swing like a tulip bent by monsoon winds. maybe on the coast of some faraway land with windmills and fields of flowers. he wonders if he'll ever get to see the world with you someday— a fleeting thought that crumbles instantly when he conjures your pretty face in his vision, clear yet distorted like a reflection on a glazed pond, rippling water from the dragonflies that skipped over the surface.

you were definitely still angry with him, because you hadn't showed— normally, you'd walk home together. sometimes with shoko, if she didn't leave early. angry words echo in his mind, the image of your downturned lips swimming in his bright vision as he watches the rain streak down the window panes by the lockers. there's a fog settling over the grass outside that's sure to leave dew after the storm. he wonders when that'll be.

"why can't you ever take me seriously? can't you see i'm worried about you?"

"of course i can. but i don't need your damn concern!”

...

he'd been sorely mistaken, that was for sure. loosing his cool and snapping at you wasn't exactly something he took pleasure in, either way. he leans back on his heels, tapping his foot impatiently as he holds the umbrella like a cane against the floor. infinity could probably do away with the rain. another reason as to why he's not even sure why he's waiting here, or why he's holding an umbrella. perhaps to keep in case he has to offer it to some poor, shivering and cowering young maiden lost beneath the shading of a bus stop behind a curtain of rain droplets, with a charming grin and a wink.

maybe.

a shuffle behind him catches his ear; he turns his head, an unamused expression on his face as his eyes drift over the empty room to land on you. the shadows beneath your eyes are prominent, and your hair is unkempt. there are sleep lines on your face; you probably fell asleep in a classroom somewhere, which is why you delayed.

it was evident you weren't expecting to see him, though— with the way your eyes widened a little before they dropped again, nose bridge wrinkling slightly as if you'd caught the scent of something unpleasant. your eyes left his, and he felt a little disappointed as he watched them wander toward the window, where the current downpour was prominent. he didn't like the way it made his chest pang when your attention was anywhere but him, so he raised his hand lazily, tilting his head to catch your attention that he so clearly craved.

"yo. got an umbrella?" he calls, tapping the tip of his budget cane on the floor. the thud is the only sound for a while as your gaze wanders back over to him; reluctant.

"no, i don't. i didn't expect it to rain so hard today." you responded quietly, stepping over to him with a small sigh. almost a little resigned, he thinks. he can't be sure, though. he never is with you. doesn't know whether to expect his candy to be sour in the center or the other way around; but maybe he likes a bit of uncertainty every once in a while. (not with you, though. if it means arguing? never with you.)

his sunglasses are hooked around the collar of your shirt. he doesn't know why it takes him so long to realize, but when he does, he has to clear his throat in an effort to hide the heat on his face and do away with the blush. "here. take mine. i don't need it," he says curtly, offering his umbrella to you. he wants to snatch the shades from your shirt, but he doesn't want anything to go wrong, so he just eyes them warily, careful not to let his gaze slip past into anything you'd be pissed at him for.

you eye him, eyes narrowed as you raise an eyebrow, but you don't protest. your fingers brush against his for a brief moment when you take it, shaking it a little before opening the door and stepping outside, opening it up. it looks like a little clear plastic mushroom cap over your head; you're short enough to constitute as the stalk in his eyes. it's a little funny, but he has to stifle the laugh bubbling on his tongue lest you think he's making a mock of you.

he follows after you, slipping past to stand at your side with his hands in his pockets. you can't help but feel a little curious despite your prolonged anger (you like holding grudges, he knows), so you sneak a glance upward to satiate your wonder. you don't expect him to look as breathtaking as he does.

the clouds are light overhead; they're not a heavy blanket of gray anymore, and a small strip of light manages to push through, shining on satoru's pale white hair. you can make out the edge of his undercut against his neck when the wind picks up a little, the color of fluffy white clouds on a lavender sunset with the sway of yellow flowers beneath an expanse of a bright sky. there's a little cat hair on the collar of his jacket; you realize with a faint flush that it must've been from when you were holding his jacket for him in the gym. somehow, the cat you have at home found its way to satoru. you hope your pet has become a matchmaking fortune teller, for the sake of your happiness.

what catches your eye the most, though, isn't the cat hair on his dark jacket or the faraway look in his misty blue eyes; it's the outline of rain water around him, a product of his infinity, you realize. he's dry underneath the downpour, and it never ceases to amaze you. it's like there's a soft glowing halo against the backdrop of tangled wires, gray walls and pale green bushes— he looks like an angel boy, school bag hooked and hanging over one shoulder.

eventually, you manage to peel your gaze away, and he notices— looks down at you, pressing his lips together and running his tongue over them. he can taste strawberry gloss.

wordlessly, you start walking. and he follows suit, rain bouncing off of him; you catch yourself sneaking glances from under the roof of your clear umbrella between raindrops that slide down the clear plastic. sometime during the walk home, he had gone off and gotten himself a drink from a nearby vending machine— the red can catches your eye, and your fingers curl around the rubber handle of the lent umbrella as you watch him drink; the bob of his adam's apple before he crushes the can up and tosses it into a nearby bush, causing a brief scattering of leaves and a downpour of collecting droplets onto the pavement.

despite the rain, the weeds between the cracks in the sidewalk still stay strong; they have deep roots. much like the way you never fail to scowl at him for littering. he catches it— of course he does. he's been praying for a sign you're not still so hopelessly angry with him that you can't even bring yourself to have a civil walk in the summer rain together. after the scowl, though, comes the smile— the one that always makes him melt in his shoes, much like the sunshine after the rain.

and there it is at last, he thinks. the hard sour coating melts away on his tongue, draining the taste of lemon to reveal a sweet, genuine center. all it takes is time. your lips curve up, and you duck your head, hiding the small bemused laugh that leaves you breathless.

"what are you laughin' at?" he huffs, glaring down at you. but there's no malice behind it— if only you could feel the wave of relief that's washed over him, a crest of white foam that leaves behind still waters reflected in the pools of sapphire in his eyes. nothing like the hit of numbing nicotine he'd shared in the shade of an alleyway with shoko earlier that day— away from the sun; away from you. hidden from both. or maybe they were the same— to him, he couldn't differentiate.

"i'm not laughing!" you protested weakly, immediately wiping the grin from your lips, and he regrets speaking up. "just.. i dunno."

you walk in silence for a little longer, content to listen to the rain lighten up overhead. satoru kicks a plastic onigiri wrapper out of the way, splashing up a puddle as a frown dampens his face when the wrapping only clings to his shoes. he's fine with getting a little grumpy if it means seeing you smile again. and even better, you laugh again— so sweet, like the chiming of bells in the wind's melody.

"please don't do that again." your voice sounds so very small when he hears it again, and he looks down at you from beneath long white lashes, the corner of his lips quirked up. the shape of them is almost cat-like, you think. he doesn't even know what you're talking about— a vague idea, at best— but he won't do it. not if it means hearing you sound so pathetically... sad. he doesn't like it. it's far too bitter for his taste. let the black betta you both used to know indulge in dark coffee and bitter cologne— satoru likes things sweet, like the cream surrounded by tea leaf matcha in the center of his mochi and fluttering feeling he gets when you run your hands through his hair, fluffing it up to your heart's content.

(as long as your heart is happy, his is, too.)

"i won't. happy now?" he sticks his tongue out, making a face. but you both know he means it— he hates breaking his promises to you. you smile when you look up at him again with a small nod, and he feels his knees wobble a little. he just hopes you don't notice. "sorry for lying. i just.. don't like it when you're mad at me. and you look at me like that," he mumbles under his breath, bunching up the fabric of his pants between his fingers. then, after a moment, "geez, you're so dramatic. quit carin' so much." he really hopes you don't stop, and it makes him feel like the world's biggest hypocrite. the strongest, but so weak for you.

"sorry, can't. the day you stop crushing your soda cans and littering is the day i'll stop caring, 'cus that won't be my satoru anymore." you tease. and he laughs, throwing his head back so you don't see the red that spreads across his cheeks, dusting his skin like powdered sugar on top of a strawberry crepe. he always wants to be your satoru, so he figures he'll keep littering. a few money fines here and there mean nothing to his undentable wallet, or the erratic beating of his heart, trapped against his ribcage in a feathery blooming of flowers he only gets from you and your pretty smile underneath the layer of lemony sourness.

you walk along the road for a little while longer. the rain has lightened, but it's still going— incessant, dripping from the leaves of trees and the knotted black wires overhead. he still has his infinity up, which means he can't pet the cat the two of you spot on your way back, but he's perfectly content to watch you do it. you scratch its chin, smiling at the way it purrs and nuzzles into your hand, and he wonders if he'd do the same if he was in its position.

he's lost in thought when you speak to him again, shoes splashing against murky puddles in the backdrop of a never-sleeping city; tokyo's bright skyline always makes your eyes go round with wonder. you say something, and he chuckles, warm and velvety. and then you realize what's been off with him this whole time— he doesn't have his shades on.

you slip them off the collar of your shirt, smoothing down the fabric before you reach over and attempt to nudge his arm. you don't think it'll work, because he still has his infinity up— and your sleeves are already getting spattered by rain that leaves darkened wet spots on the cotton. but to your amazement, your fingers make contact with his sleeve, and you watch in wonder as the rain actually falls— soaks into that little patch of wet fabric that you're able to feel on his arm. that he's turned his infinity off in that one spot so you could touch him. you spare a glance up at him, only to find his head angled away from you. you might be hallucinating, but the tips of his ears seem red.

you don't linger on it before you're tugging on his shirt with a frown, getting him to look down at you as you unfold his glasses and offer them over to him. he takes them quickly, and you don't miss the way the rain stops falling onto his arm again, back to bouncing off the invisible shield that protects him from everything (but you, it seems). he slips his dark shades back over his eyes, obscuring oceans of pure blue that seem like they've trickled in from the purest snowcaps on the distant mountains dotted with old red tori gates and shrines with scrapped paint. but you can't stifle the smile that spreads across your lips this time— giddy and fresh and filled with youth, blossoming like sakura petals in a spring that seems so far away yet so close with his presence by your side.

you don't say anything for a while. you're content to watch the rain wash down the pavement and into the gutters, past cute little coffee shops and parks with ponds as the droplets from the sky scatter the water in part of a never-ending cycle; watering the surface of the earth and bringing life that would soon spring up as shroomcaps and fresh dew on the clean cut green grass. you wonder what satoru sees through his lenses— though, you already know. you've worn them plenty of times before, when he insists on having your perfume cling to the frame for long missions he's sent on alone, when he can't have you hold his jacket, or his hand, or scold him for sneaking a smoke when you're not watching. that, and the extra lemondrops he keeps in his pocket; gifts from you that he's fought hard for.

you're more prepared to not feel any interference of his infinity this time when you reach over, and this time you don't go for his sleeve—yanking him close to you by his hand and forcing him beneath your umbrella. you feel the way he freezes up for a moment, but his fingers fill in the gaps between your own like its the most natural thing in the world, palms pressed together in a little breathless hug that leaves no room for the humid air.

"don't waste your infinity on the rain, dumbass. you'll fry what little is left of your brain." you scold him, and he just grumbles and scoffs angrily under his breath, cursing you as he hunches over and ducks his head to fit under the umbrella to negate his height. his hair brushes against the plastic roof of the umbrella, and his lanky limbs are still awkwardly sticking out, but his fingers tighten around yours and his thumb rubs over your knuckles, still a little damp from your earlier encounter with the rain, and you can't help but smile a smile bright enough to wash away every last bit of cloud in the sky. his personal sunshine.

even though he still prefers sweet things, satoru's come to like the taste of lemondrops. sweet and sour go well together, after all. just like you and him.

its okay if it doesnt taste like anything to u as long as u enjoyed it :) thanks for reading !! the black betta in question is suguru btw my (riaki) stuff. don't repost and/or plagiarize !

[moonstruckme]

Just thinking about reader being in the position of having to take care of poly emt!marauders 🥹 whether they’re physically hurt or just mentally /physically tired, reader is there for them!!!! Instant self care night and spoiling the boys to the max, anything to make them feel better and help prevent work burnout. Reader may not be a medical professional but def knows how to take care of the boys individually and together <3

Thanks for requesting love <3

emt!marauders x fem!reader ♡ 931 words

You’ve been waiting to hear someone’s key in the door for the past half hour. You feel oddly like you’re preparing for guests, having gone out to get a bunch of food and drinks you don’t always keep stocked and making sure all the blankets are washed for when the boys get home. You’re almost nervous. 

James had texted you a few hours from the end of their shift to warn you that the other boys might be in a dour mood when they got home. He was sparing with the details and naturally showed no concern for his own mental state, but you gather it was a rough day. You know it’s bound to happen, in your boyfriends’ line of work, but it still breaks your heart when it happens to them. You wish desperately that you could sequester them in their own little bubble of happiness, where none of the bad things in the world can touch them. God knows they deserve it. 

A key twists in the front door, and you all but jump up, hurrying to fetch the blankets from the dryer. 

“Hi, angel,” James calls into the house, false cheer in every note of his voice. 

“Hi,” you reply from behind an armful of blankets. “How are you, loves?” 

Sirius looks sullen, but Remus manages a half-smile. “Been a bit better,” he says, “but alright.” 

“Yeah, I heard.” You deposit the blankets in a heap on the couch, walking over to Sirius and snaking your arms around his middle. 

“I tattled,” James says to Remus’ inquisitive look. Remus only hums. 

Sirius’ strong arms bind you tightly to his front, his face pressing into the juncture of your shoulder and your neck. “Thanks,” he murmurs into your skin. 

You pet his hair. “Do you guys feel like watching a movie? I got snacks. Or we could have a shower?” You’re rambling a bit, but it’s hard to stop. “Or if you just feel like going to bed, I get that too. I washed the sheets.” 

Remus takes a big breath. Gives you another smile. “That all sounds so nice, dovey. I’m game for a movie.” 

You smile back at him, giving Sirius a good squeeze before releasing him. “Alright, settle in on the couch,” you instruct. “I’m going to go grab some things from the kitchen.” 

“I’ll help,” James says instantly, making to follow you. But you turn around, setting your hands on his chest. 

“Go sit down,” you tell him gently. “I’ve got it.” 

He raises his eyebrows at you but does, pivoting back towards the couch. 

“Fuck, it smells good in here,” Sirius says, and you smile to yourself. You’d lit his favorite candles an hour before you knew they’d be getting home. 

“These blankets are so warm.” James is snuggling up underneath one when you come back in, Sirius having made himself comfortable in the space between Remus’ legs. You start distributing snacks. 

“They just came out of the dryer,” you say. 

“Sweetheart.” Sirius looks at you, his gray eyes already a bit less solemn. There’s a few dozen thank yous and I love yous wrapped up in that one word. You give him a little smile to let him know you hear them. 

You’ve gotten Remus a few different kinds of chocolate, and his lips part in surprise when you dump them all on the coffee table in front of him. You wanted him to be well supplied. If anyone broke Remus’ heart, you’re positive chocolate would come spilling out. 

“Does anyone want tea or hot chocolate or anything?” you ask. 

James shakes his head, and Remus says, “We’re well stocked here.” His voice is soft, warm with fondness. “Sit down with us.” 

You cozy up to James’ side, letting him tuck you underneath an arm and trying not to mind that he smells a bit like hospital. Remus lets Sirius pick the movie, a testament to how upset they must all be, and you nose affectionately at James’ cheek. 

“Do you want to have a shower?” you ask him quietly. “I know you usually like to wash the day off of you.” 

“I will soon,” he replies, turning his face to smear a kiss across your forehead, “but I think I just want to do this for a little while first. Be with you guys.” You look up at him, and he smiles, seraphim. “You’ve really prepared quite the setup for us, haven’t you?” 

You turn your cheek into his chest, having a hard time congratulating yourself when your boyfriends all seem so heartbreakingly glum. “I know you’ve had a hard day,” you tell him.

“Mm.” James drops another kiss on the top of your head, giving you a heart-aching squeeze. “Well thanks, angel. This is really nice.” 

You look at Remus and Sirius on the other end of the couch, the latter with his cheek squished up against your boyfriend’s chest, scrolling through options on the TV while the former wipes a smudge of chocolate from the corner of his mouth. You tilt your head back to see James. His eyes are a bit wearier than usual behind his glasses as he smiles down at you. 

“Are you okay?” you ask softly. 

His smile falters, brows pulling up a bit in the middle at the concern heavying your tone. He rubs your upper arm, and you wriggle your arms around his waist in return, hugging him awkwardly. 

“Yeah,” he tells you, no false lightness undercutting the candor in his voice. “We’ll be fine, sweetheart. We’ve got everything we need right here.” 

[superblysubpar]

dad!steve harrington x mom!fem!reader

a How Sweet It Is story

summary: Your husband and you have a Christmas Eve night to yourselves while the six little nuggets are asleep in their beds. | 18+ / NSFW

warnings: | the kids are mentioned in this as well are dad/mom things, but def not a part of this - just a night for you and your hot husband okay? | SMUT (dry humping, making out, dirty talk, fingering - clit action, steve cums in his plaid pajama pants)

1324 words

the prompts: [single lip] - a sucking or nibbling of one of the partner's lips [GRIND] - one muse teasingly grinds against the other

Winter, 1999:

“Steve,” you laughed, back arching as the back of your thighs hit the couch he was guiding you towards, “Steve, we should go to bed. They’re gonna be up in like three hours.”

Your husband’s teeth scraped against your racing pulse, tongue licking before he mumbled into sweat kissed skin. “Bed is for losers.”

His mouth kept its assault up, lips skimming higher, chasing your mouth as you shook your head from side to side. “Careful,” Steve squeezed at your hips, and you spoke into his cheek as he sucked at the curve of your jaw. “Last time you said something was for losers-oof!”

Back against the couch as he laid between your legs, landing softly but letting his weight fall against you as you both laughed. A little giddy off of a few hours of absolute silence from your zonked out monsters, a little bit of wine, and a lot of chocolate chip cookies. The stockings hung, presents wrapped, the tree glittering in the corner, the living room dark save for the warm glow it gave off. 

“You were saying?” Steve’s nose nuzzled into your neck, breath warm and leaving goosebumps in its wake. 

“Mm,” your eyelashes fluttered as he found the spot that made your hands jump to his shoulders, mouth kissing it sweetly as you stuttered out, “Melt down. Glasses. Losers.”

Steve’s tongue flicked at your skin, dirty and teasing making your stomach burn, causing your hips to roll against him searching for friction. 

“Oh, speaking of,” he reached over your head and you nipped at his arm, fingers scraping down his abdomen so he twitched away from the tickling. Face returning into your field of vision with glasses falling down the slope of his nose. His palms pressed to the cushion on either side of your head as he stared down at you. Cinnamon and emerald and gold framed by the new wire set he got, a little bit of stubble dotting his jaw and above the curve of his lip that you ached to feel scrape along your skin again. That is, until he spoke again, voice going a little higher and scratchy, face contorting into a character. 

“All the better to see you with my dear.”

You groaned, swatting at his chest as he smiled, white teeth on full display, cheek pushing up the two moles that dotted it. 

“Ew, gross! Don’t do that voice.”

Steve laughed, quiet, but deep from his chest, chain falling loose from his pale blue shirt as he propped up again, the new angle causing his hard length to nudge at your cunt through the layers. His eyes sparkled, eyebrows going up as your lips parted at the feeling. 

“You don’t like that one?” He pouted, bottom lip jutted out, hovering over you and rolling his hips with a little more pressure to get your eyes to flutter, “The babies love that one. Luke always turns the page back and Annie smacks my nose till I do it again.”

Thinking about him reading to your children was not helping your act of pretending he wasn’t slick - you knew what he was doing, chain bumping your chin as he leaned closer, red wine and chocolate on his lips just out of reach for you to taste. 

“Oh,” breathless, fingers digging into the couch so you wouldn’t grab him, “Well with that rave review, please, Steve, talk dirty to me in your big, bad, wolf voice.”

Steve let his lips brush against yours, holding your top one between his as you parted for him, squirming beneath his body. He tapped his nose to the end of yours, rolling his lower half slowly, dragging his dick up and down you as he swallowed. 

“Want me to talk dirty, baby? You sure? Last time we ended up with twins.”

“You,” your teeth scraped against your bottom lip as he thrust a little, tip nudging at your clit, his hand grabbing onto your waist as your stomach flipped. “Y-you always talk dirty.”

“Yeah?” Steve’s hand roamed down your thigh, dragging his nails across the skin under the sleep shorts, hitching it higher on his hip so he could drag himself over you harder. “What’s your favorite?”

He kissed over the corner of your mouth, tongue swiping over your bottom lip as your back arched and his fingers dug into the plush skin of your ass, pushing under the hem of the shorts higher. Steve kissed you, one tiny chaste peck, voice low, a gravel and rasp behind the murmur, “When I tell you, you taste so sweet?”

The whine that leaves you just encouraged him, but he teases, drawing away only to push against you harder in a way that made your skin hot, toes curling into the couch. Steve’s mouth pants against your cheek, both of your hips grinding in a shared rhythm, the tip of his cock pushed at your clit in the same spot, over and over, his cheeks turning pink as your neck extended, his name leaving you in a gasp.

He kissed your cheek, lips dragging to your jaw, mouthing at you hungrily. “No? Is it when I tell you to be patient? That you can’t,” he thrusts harder and your teeth bit hard on your lip to suppress the moan that fights to come out when he exhaled, “Cum yet?”

His lips pulled at your bottom lip, freeing it so he can bite, teeth scraping before he sucked, moaning into you. Releasing you with a pop as you both fought for deeper breaths. His hand pushed at the band of your shorts as yours curled up the soft cotton of his shirt and he swallowed, babbling,  “Is it honey? Baby? Just your name? You like it when I say your name? Tell you what you do to me?”

Steve drags himself over you faster, your hips rolling hard, and your entire body lit up, stomach burning, ready for him to just let you have it. Your clit was throbbing as he laughed, dark, lips parting easily, tongue swiping over yours filthy as he grunted. “Fuck, look at you, angel. You’re gonna cum from just this aren’t you?”

“Ye-yes,” your hands grabbed at his jaw, bringing him into you, needing to taste him as the heat started to swallow you whole. 

He cursed into your mouth, fingers sliding under the soaked cotton between you two until he was pushing circles into your nerves, your body a taut band as his mouth parted over yours, “Make a mess all over me, yeah? Tell me how much you want it.”

You gasped out his name, babbling another breathless yes, begging for more even as your thighs started to shake around his hand, and Steve nodded into your kiss, “That’s my girl, take what y-you want.” His hips and fingers matching the frantic way his mouth moved over yours.  

You were asking him for harder, more, yes until he was swearing into your lips and your back was arching off of the couch. His fingers were faltering, messy circles against your slick and his hips lost their rhythm, as you felt him twitch against you, he gasped out your name and a desperate please.  

Your mouth fell open in a silent scream as the orgasm crashed over your body, fingers tingling and head feeling dizzy as he kissed you deeply. Your hands wrapped up and grabbed at the back of his head, fingers lazily moving through the soft brown waves. He held you closer, palms against your spine as he stayed between your legs, your kissing growing slower, noses pressed to cheeks, mouths drawing in and out for more until you couldn’t breathe anymore. 

It’s quiet aside from heavy panting when you part, bodies soaked in sweat and buzzing. Steve’s glasses askew on his face has you laughing, reaching up to fix them and he beamed, forehead knocking against yours. 

“It was the voice, wasn’t it?”

[listofwhyyouloveher]

can u do a fic where the gangs s/o gets their period and what they do? (separately ofc)

Summary: The Outsider x Period!Reader

Warnings: fem reader Author's Note: none

PONYBOY CURTIS

he genuinely doesn't have a clue what a period is

You have to explain what erything is and it turns into a lesson LMAO

He doesn't know what you'd need so he just brings you ice packs and tylenol

he doesn't understand but hes trying his best and he gets you loads of sugar

JOHNNY CADE

He has a small idea of what it is but he only knows the mood swings because of his terrible mom

So he gets sorta scared when he learns you're on your period

It ends up with you just sleeping on his lap with a heating pad and hes no longer scared

Gets you chocolates from random stores every day he can

SODAPOP CURTIS

He knows what a period is because of Sandy

Tries to help you to the best of his abilities

Like rubbing your stomach, cuddling you, giving you hot tea and chocolate cake

He tries his best but sometimes he forgets about the mood swings and gets his feelings hurt

STEVE RANDLE

Doesn't understand ANYTHING

asks soda what a “peri-uhd” is and gets shocked after he finds out. 

Def one of the guys that asks “can you hold it?” BUT ONLY BECAUSE HE DOESNT KNOW

If you ask him to buy pads or tampons or wtv he'll ask what size pussy you have…

TWO-BIT MATHEWS 

He knows because his mom prepped him on this

When he learns your on your period he pulls up to your house with a new plushie, wine, chocolates and flowers

He watches movies with you while braiding your hair and cuddles you with extra blankets

He doesn't leave your side until your sick of him

DARRY CURTIS

He learned about periods in high school but it was very vague since his gym teacher was a guy

Gives you a piece of paper and asks you to write everything you'd need on it

Goes shopping the same day and buys everything, is not afraid to ask someone what pad he should get.

Refuses to let you stay anywhere but his house to keep an eye on you

DALLAS WINSTON

knows what a period is but doesn't KNOW what it is

He deffff asks you if you can hold it in or to just “stop doing it”

Doesn't gaf, won't treat you special or anything. 

To him you're still you, he'll still get upset if your snippy with him though.

[storydays]

Brozone Random Headcannons

So I've seen the Trolls Band Together 3 times and counting and it was so good! So to get back in the groove, and after having some kind words come my way from multiple people, I really appreciate you guys! I'm gonna try a new writing style. Now remember, these are simply my opinions :)

SPOILERS AHEAD!

John Dory:

*Okay, so it is canon that Branch is 24 in the Trolls 3, which makes John Dory about 44.

*Nickname(s): JD, John

Fav color: Aquamarine and Green

Pronouns: He/Him (He supports, but is comfortable as himself)

He also gives me aromantic vibes, because like throughout the movie, he was really nonchalant when the romance bits came up, however subtle they are, he didn't give a damn lol.

JD is giving big Aries vibe with how confident he can be, pretty cheerful, and gets frustrated by tiny details, and unnecessary interruptions.

Bruce:

Bruce is the second oldest at 40

BIG Scorpio vibes!! He's strong (Y'all, have y'all seen how easily he lifted Branch when they first met) and hella independent. He was the first to question John Dory before their show, he was even hesitant to leave Vaycay Island before he sang with his brothers.

Nickname(s): Brucie, I feel like Brandy calls him that to mess with him or when she wants something. His brothers' (mostly John Dory and Clay), call him that to make fun of him as well.

Fav Color: White

DO NOT TOUCH THIS MAN'S HAIR!!!!! He will sic his kids on you and show no mercy.

Pronouns: He/Him (He's a huge ally, but he's also proud of himself.)

He loves experimenting and competing in the kitchen with Brandi, forces his brothers to try their food, and chooses whose food is going on the specials board.

Clay:

Clay is giving major middle-sibling vibes: at 35 years old.

Pronouns: He/They

Clay is non-binary and wears androgynous clothing but prefers their sweater romper and wristbands.

Nickname(s): Claybo (Viva calls him this to playfully annoy him), Clayton (Bruce and JD called him that as a kid, usually copying their mothers and grandma when they would scold him; but now call him that when he's overworked himself and they have to physically drag him to bed to rest.

Fav color: Green it was pretty obvious in the movie bc originally it was yellow when we first met him as a teen, but then we meet him later and it's green, and their whole outfit is green.

Def a Gemini! They're such a playful Troll, despite how serious he may act. But as he stated before, put some respect on his name bc they're a licensed CPA, fool!

Clay's favorite snack combo is:

Fries and a vanilla milkshake! He loves dipping the salty fries in the sweet vanilla.

They talk in their sleep, mostly about tax evasion and hot chocolate?

Hates doing their hair, Viva has to wait until he's sleeping for her to brush his tangles out.

Floyd:

Floyd is the second youngest at 32

He's such a Pisces! He's so empathetic, compassionate, and oh, so sensitive.

Pronouns: He/Him

He and Clay definitely go all out for Pride (Bc Trolls are literally all spectrums of the rainbow! We learned that in Trolls 2! It'd be impossible NOT to have a big party for Pride), and drag their brothers and are literally so hype at the whole event and crashes MEGA hard the next morning and sleeps for a good 12 hours.

Floyd remained friends with Veneer because, c'mon they were vibing. He could see Veneer wanted someone to see him, so he convinced the Mount Rageous police to let the twins out for Pride.

Had a long talk with Velvet and helped her to see the error of her ways, and she began to be nicer to Veneer and listen to him.

Fav color is Black. He knows he slays the Rock Troll look.

I'm gonna settle this once and for all: Floyd is gay. The one earring in his right ear is a shout-out to his voice actor who is an openly gay singer.

Nickname(s): Flo (I feel like Branch couldn't pronounce Floyd's name yet when he was just learning to talk, so he called him Flo and it stuck.) Floydie (when his brothers tease him about his crush that he refuses to name.)

The hair in his face is like a comfort thing for him. He knows his hair is soft, and when he's bored, he plays with it, and twirls it around his fingers.

Floyd definitely has a collection of journals, from his songwriting to venting his feelings, and even (poorly drawn) doodles of his family.

Branch:

He is the youngest at 24 as stated earlier.

Pronouns: He/Him

Fav color: Midnight blue like his hair

This dude is hella smart; like has a super high IQ, but is super chill about it.

He and Poppy are that meme: Tired X Energetic on a level 10!

Nickname: Branchifer (Poppy calls him that when she's calling him out on his attitude or when she's about to start teasing him.)

Def an Aquarius: highly intellectual, creative, and likes to join in on social interactions when it's on his time. Poppy learned the hard way why she shouldn't force him to join in.

Similar to Floyd, he was a bunch of notebooks filled with songs he'd written.

Branch is shy when it comes to family PDA, like if his brothers were to group hug him, or if they tried to mother him, and gets especially prickly when they baby-talk him in front of others.

This dude is the prince of sarcasm, clearly picking that trait up from all his brothers. Like bro, why are you so sarcastic?!

Is undeniably the most sarcastic of the brothers. (His nieces and nephews start to pick up on that, much to Bruce's horror. Brandi thinks it's hilarious.)

Doesn't really like kids, but absolutely adores his nephew Bruce Jr ( I mean he loves them all, but has a soft spot for that boy.) Bruce Jr is autistic and nonverbal and struggles to communicate. I believe he uses TSL (Troll Sign Language), and when Branch learns this, he starts signing fluently with his nephew, surprising everyone, especially Bruce Jr, because not many people can sign so fluently, but then Branch explains, that he learned when he was younger because you could go deaf at any moment and it's such a useful skill.

Bruce Jr shows Branch his blueprints that he's made and honestly, if they wanted to, they could take over the world.

That's all for now! Let me know what you guys think!

A big shout out to @vacayisland appreciate you! This one’s for you 🥰

[the-shotce-newsletter]

Finished the MW3 Fix-It I started back in November!! They all have a nice long weekend in the snow as our man recovers, Gaz has spiked hot chocolate, Soap Atholl Brose and Price some sleep. Ghost just needs his Johnny. Yes that’s a wee Laswell and her wife in the background.

The idea for atholl brose cocktail and cranachan I got from this incredible fic, a def Must Read about Johnny trying to find his feet again after being medically discharged with the help of his crazy but loving family. The ANGST, but also soft feels and the awkward but passionate ghostsoap? Delicious. I had a fic hangover. The Scotty dog tat Simon has is a ref to several fics I sadly don’t recall the names of.

[leilanihours]

kate martin x reader where reader comforts kate after a hard practice or a loss <3

# YOU KEEP ME OPEN, I'M SO DEVOTED

pairing: kate martin x reader

word count: 710

warnings: none !

summary: you show your love and appreciation for kate after she had a difficult time at practice.

⭑ from lani: super short fluff for one of my fav girls ever 🤍 also this def is not my best work but i was in a blurb mood tn..

masterlist !

YOU COULD ALREADY sense a shift in the atmosphere as soon as kate walked into your shared apartment.

from your bedroom, you could hear the sound of the front door closing as well as a long sigh and drop of a bag.

usually when kate would get home from a late practice, she would call out your name and immediately indulge in random conversations about each of your days.

but you knew today was different. you also knew that the pressure was on for the hawkeyes with the march madness tournament coming up.

you get up from your spot on your bed and peek your head out of the bedroom door to see kate with her head buried in her hands. you could tell her shoulders were tense from the way she sat on the barstool at the kitchen counter.

you pad across the smooth wooden floor and make your way over to her. you lovingly wrap your arms around her shoulders and place a gentle kiss on her head.

"rough practice?" you whisper into her hair.

"mhm.." she hums quietly.

her large hands lower from her face as they grasp your own, your girlfriend finding comfort in your touch.

"you wanna talk about it?"

"i played like shit today," she starts, "and coach has been on all our asses lately. it's just a lot."

there is a slight tone of disappointment and tiredness in her voice, one that you recognized from when she loses a game.

"it's okay, my love, it's only practice," you reassure her, "everyone has off days."

"i know but what if i mess up during a game? there's almost no coming back from that."

"you're not the only person on that team, kate. your teammates will always be there to support you, to help you. i'll always be here to do the same."

"but-"

"no buts, babe," you cut her off softly. you remove your arms from her frame as you walk around to face her, taking her warm hands in yours, "i need you to know that you have so many people that love you, so many people that care for you. and i know things may seem rocky right now but i will always be here. always."

you observe the blonde's expression as a comforting silence falls over the two of you. the furrow in her eyebrows and pout on her lips from earlier has disappeared, her eyes now lingering on yours as she registers your words.

wordlessly, she places her lips on yours in a vulnerable yet grateful manner, saying everything that needs to be said and more.

she hums and sighs into the kiss, the knots in her shoulders and problems rushing through her head practically melting away at the feel of your lips on hers.

"thank you, y/n. i love you so much, babe, i'd be so lost without you."

"it's a good thing i'm right here then, huh?"

the two of your share a warm smile, gazing at each other with nothing but adoration and devotion.

you gently tug her over to your shared bedroom and urge her into a warm shower to soothe her muscles. you break away from her to make some hot chocolate and load up her favorite movie on your computer.

when she steps out of the bathroom, you extend your arms and beckon her over to the bed. she automatically allows herself to dive into your embrace, burying her head in your chest and inhaling your comforting scent.

you sense her breathing slow in the next few minutes and tilt your head down to look at her. and there she was, your beautiful girlfriend fast asleep in your arms, succumbing to the grasps of exhaustion. you lightly graze your hand over her arm as you become hyper-aware of your overwhelming love for her.

if one of you drifted away, put distance between you two, the other knew exactly how to reel them back in. it was an unspoken principle that you held each other down while the world outside was in shambles, regardless of any hurt or struggle that crossed your paths.

you would always be around to comfort her with open arms, and she would, no doubt, do the same for you.

— leilani signing off ! 📁

[charliemwrites]

this is quite self indulgent (you have no obligation to respond if this is not something you are down to write, i totally get it lol), but as someone with ptsd, i get nightmares more nights than i don’t. this kinda made me realize- how would keeper! simon react if he can hear feral having a nightmare in her room, especially with his rule of letting their space be theirs and theirs alone? how do you think the other would react to one if they were watching her?

(also, can i be ☘️ anon?? this and the scientist au live in my head rent free and i have so may ideas lol)

Hi!! You can absolutely be ☘️! Welcome aboard!!

And oooh yeah, nightmares I can def do.

The first time it happens is early on in your time with him. No surprise, your life has been turned upside down and you’re still very frightened of him! It’s entirely understandable. He also knows that going in to wake you up probably won’t help.

So he turns your light on so that when you wake up, it won’t be dark. He leaves a glass of water at the door, and a heating pack in case you need it.

The next morning, he’s extra slow and careful with you. You’re so tired you barely even notice.

Later on, he starts gently waking you. He doesn’t mind that you react violently, just makes sure you don’t fall out of your tall bed. He offers you things - water, snacks, a trip outside for fresh air, a cuddle? The first time you ask him to just… stay, don’t speak don’t touch, just be in the room, his heart melts. He stays until you fall asleep.

He gets you a pretty fake moon that he hangs from the ceiling. It casts a pretty soft glow that’s much easier to wake up to after nightmares. You bump your forehead against his arm in thanks for that.

When you two actually have a bond, though, you’re running into his room if he’s not already in yours. The “your bed is untouchable” rule no longer applies if you’re screaming and sobbing and hyperventilating in your sleep. And that’s by your own permission! You told him that!

You can’t handle being held after a nightmare, don’t like feeling trapped or pinned. So he just stays where you can see him, hands to himself and you decide the level of contact. Sometimes you yank him down to play with his hair to soothe yourself. Sometimes you lean into his side for something sturdy and warm. On really bad nights, the two of you go back to his room. He lies on his side facing away and you press against his back, palm flat to make your breaths match his. He stays awake all night those times, just to make sure you sleep alright.

When he’s away, you’re much more likely to have nightmares. Unfortunately, the care guides are not very helpful. You won’t let anyone do what he does for you, and you react to them all differently.

Price takes a similar approach to Simon in the beginning. Leaves things for you to comfort yourself with and stays available if you need to be with someone. Later on, after you’ve gotten more used to him, sometimes you creep out of your room and sit in the couch with him. It works for you, even if you’re very tired and grumpy the next day.

Johnny will only enter your room if it’s really bad to wake you up. Those are the few times you’ve apologized for biting or scratching him. He brings you hot chocolate and holds your hand a respectful distance away, sometimes on the couch, sometimes on the floor of your room. He asks what you’ve dreamed of, but you never tell him.

Gaz is allowed in your room always to wake you up. You feel so bad if he doesn’t dodge fast enough and gets hit or bit. He just shakes it off a little smile and squeezes your hand. He takes you out to the sunporch to look at the stars under blankets usually. Or cuddles up on the couch with you to watch cartoons or comedies or tiktoks. Sometimes if he asks, you do tell him. But you feel bad for doing that whenever you do.

[bunniekittiee]

Christmas SZN w/ Raiden

Raiden x Fem. Reader

Content warning: p in v, reader referred to she/her, female anatomy, a little smutty

SFW-

Raiden is a v giving man, and as everyone knows, he is humble.

He will spoil his gf/wife, he does not care at all.

He likes to buy meaningful presents such as jewelry. But he also likes to get them gifts that he thinks are cute or that she would like.

Examples are: stuffed animals, makeup, perfume, etc.

He loves making her happy and seeing her face light up when she opens the gifts.

He enjoys staying indoors and drinking hot tea or hot chocolate.

He also loves cuddling with his s/o. It’s definitely good bonding time with him.

Will stack blankets on him and his s/o, he feeds off of her warmth as she does his.

Kisses galore! He absolutely adores his s/o like seriously. And especially around the holidays, he cannot help but feel an insane amount of joy.

He makes sure his s/o dresses warm if they go out. He doesn’t want her to be freezing cold.

However, he doesn’t mind if she cuddles into him in public or presses herself against him to get warmth.

Raiden is just happy to have her near.

Kung Lao pretends to gag and throw up if they are lovey dovey in public or around him. But it’s all jokes, he’s happy for Raiden.

Raiden is more than happy to decorate a Christmas tree.

He loves how fresh the pine smells and sometimes it smells Christmassy to him.

He has a hard time explaining that lmao.

Will help his s/o reach the top of the tree and will put ornaments up there if she cannot reach it.

As I mentioned and as we know, Raiden is v humble. He doesn’t expect anything for Christmas. He is happy with what he has already.

But she still buys him gifts. Her and Kung Lao will go out together to buy them while Raiden trains with the new Shaolin as ordered by Liu Kang.

Liu Kang did it for her and Lao so they could go out and buy his gifts with ease.

The Fire God is always willing to help!

Raiden is surprised when he is gifted presents. He really didn’t expect anything.

Absolutely loves anything and everything his s/o gives him. He is happy with all of it.

V appreciative.

Raiden adores it when he is gifted a custom made hat similar to the one he always wears. He likes to try new things out, especially with outfits.

Plus he likes to see what makes him more intimidating even though he isn’t the scariest.

NSFW-

Raiden is def into the Christmas spirit, and he’s def inside of his s/o.

After a long day of celebrating with friends and family, he is ready to go home and relax.

But he will not turn down sex. He is ready within any moment.

Since he is v appreciative, he likes to show that by eating his s/o out.

Takes his time and focuses on his s/o.

He wants her to feel good.

Raiden is slow and sensual during sex, he does not like to be super rough. He’s a love maker rather than a fucker.

Will go for as many rounds as his s/o wants to. Again, he wants her to enjoy her time as well.

Also likes to compliment her during their session and tell her how beautiful she is or how good she’s doing.

He thinks praise is something good to hear while in the middle of sex.

If his s/o were to surprise him with lingerie, he is a mess.

Tries to be respectful but his eyes deceive him. He can’t help it.

Raiden enjoys Christmas and the Christmas season that comes with it, that’s a fact.

[joohanisms]

i am on my period and in pain which means

i deserve shameless selfish fanfcition

xdh + your period 💭💫

cw: periods, period sex, shower/bath sex, mention of taking pictures during sex, boys taking care of you, toys, slight crack, fingering, pegging

gunil

takes care of you so nicely :-(

even carries you around if you want to

makes you laugh, handles your mood swings, gets you chocolate or sweets, pets your tummy, etc. the perfect guy

is somehow against fucking you on your period because he's so scared of hurting you + the blood makes him even more uneasy because he associates it with hurting you

he likes the bloody mary blowjobs but feels bad you're not getting off :-(

until you get home with one of those phone controlled vibrators. and somehow now you're sitting at your couch shaking in your metaphorical boots because you're not allowed to cum before he says so

always gives you the go ahead. he can"t deny a woman in need

jungsu

takes great care of you :-( my lovely oldest child

has a hot pack at his place for your cramps 🥺

def is one of those people that will clean the house for you when you're not feeling well. you'll take a nap and wake up to your dishes in the dishrack, your floor swept, the living room organized..

when it comes to sex, he is a little afraid to hurt you – but everytime you assure him you'll be fine he breaks his resolve

but in his head, the best thing to do is fucking in the bath. hear him out

1) it's warm. it's relaxing. it'll help with the cramping and the full-body horrors menstruation brings with it

2) he'll wash your hair for you!! he'll give you a massage!! let him pamper you a little

3) you can lay on his chest and he'll either finger you with his head on your shoulder or put his cock in you and fuck you sooooo lazily, just grinding and making you feel full

4) no clean up, no staining, only water and a nice orgasm to tire you out a little

jiseok

first off, always goes thank god you're not pregnant even though you're on birth control + you're both careful. he's ridiculous

ALWAYS!!!! has ibuprofen on him

"how's the uterus?"

def the uterUS guy

which means. he's with you every single second he can. you can't get off your bed? neither can he, guess you'll have to cuddle. you wanna take a walk to ease your cramps? he's by your side, hope you wanna hold hands. you need a good cry? you're crying on his shoulder. you want to eat a mountain of carbs? he's ordering double so you can eat together

guess who's getting fucked!!!!! if you're down ofc.

lays down a towel on the bed Or.. fucks you in the shower <3

used to lift your leg up onto his hip but you nearly lost balance once and now ya'll are scared so. your hands are on the tiles and you're nearly bent over while he slams into you !

really likes how the squelching is louder because of the blood+fluids and

every time he can see blood smeared on the top of his thighs/on his cock everytime he pulls out he goes a little bit insane .

not because it's blood, but because it's SO messy. probably has pictures somewhere in his phone.

likes cumming inside because you were already loose and messy before and now you're even looser and messier .

and thinks it's cute when his cum drips out a shade of pink. he's ridiculous

seungmin

DEFINITELY has a period tracker app

"hey baby have you started your period yet? i'm bringing you some cake either way i know you get grumpy without a sweet treat <3"

response to this ranges from who are you calling grumpy seungmin to full on sobbing because your boyfie is so nice to you

either way, he embraces you in a hug and coos about his baby being emotional

softest ever when you ask him to fuck ;-(

delicate with how he touches you

softest love making towels on the bed missionary.

tender touches tummy pats

"are you doing okay baby? do you want to keep going?"

"is my baby feeling better? is this helping?"

you'd NEVER believe it's the same guy that is usually a menace to you

don't let him fool you though.. his head Is spinning with how sloppy your cunt is

hyeongjun

nicest boy alive. is at your beck and call. if you go [sighs] i wish i had a sweet treat :-( he's already putting shoes on to buy you cookies

lays his head on your stomach because the weight and the warmth makes you more comfortable :-( pet his hair as a treat pls

NOTHING a good nap can't cure. the blinds are closed, the ac is on, the fluffy blankets are on top of you, hyeongjun is spooning you with a firm hand on your tummy, you're only waking up 3h later with a whole new mood. now the gamble is Which Mood

will do Anything you ask fr

now in this blog we have established he's fingering master. that's what you'll be doing .

it's not that he thinks it's disgusting having actual sex on periods or anything . he's just so lazy. it's sooo much easier to just wash his hands later instead of prepping the whole bed in case of any leakage or blood stains

(he has seen you cry over staining the sheets. he's not taking chances)

it's so much faster to shove his hands down your pants and finger fuck you clothed, pad and all.

plus its super common to feel icky about yourself on your period and he respects that so much !!! the clothes only come off if you want them to come off

if it gets Too Much he's not opposed to fucking you in the shower, pressing his whole front against your back and covering your stomach with a giant hand.....

jooyeon

unfortunately for some, he won't be eating you out.

i don't think he'd love the taste of blood (i don"t think many people do,) so it's generally off limits ? but he's making it up to you for sureeeeeeeeeee.

his favorite way to do so is being pegged.

once joked about how once a month you switch both roles and holes and earned a slap across his head.

goes :-( can i pls suck your boobs and if you say no because you're tender he goes :-( pls just the tip just a little bit i swear i'll be gentle

if you give in, he's actually unbearably soft with kitten licks and soft little kisses. and now you want him to be rougher and this fuckass won't do it

has emergency pads/tampons at his place!!!! your period is NOT messing with cuddle time. oh you suddenly started it and stained your pants? no one is going home your clothes are in the washing machine you're wearing boxers and you're chilling under the blankets.

tried to hit you with the hey babe what size pussy you wear and received absolutely NOTHING in return. joo was IGNORED and REJECTED so he bought what felt right+whatever had the same color of the package you had at your house

[crow-raven-crow]

This is a headcanon of mine that I have: Larissa likes crafting. She knows how to knit, crochet (she really loves making lace), cross stitch, and embroider. Cross stitching and embroidery are really special to her because she remembers her grandmother showing her how to do them.

𝐍𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝

𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭

✧･.☽˚｡･ﾟ✧ :══════⊹⊹══════: ✧･ﾟ｡˚☾.･✧

Larissa Weems x f!reader words: ~3.4 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬/𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭: FLUFF

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: see above

masterlist ✧･.☽˚｡･ﾟ✧ :══════⊹⊹══════: ✧･ﾟ｡˚☾.･✧

✧･.☽˚｡･ﾟ✧ :══════⊹⊹══════: ✧･ﾟ｡˚☾.･✧

a/n: THIS IS SO FUCKING CUTEEEEEE

I def agree in the fact that she’s hella crafty. Miss ma’am has so much on her plate but when she has free time she can sometimes feel out of place when she isn’t doing anything with her hands so she crafts or reads instead - making her vocabulary extremely strong as well as her imagination and also building her patience.

this is so cute so here’s a little fluffy one-shot for you <3

✧･.☽˚｡･ﾟ✧ :══════⊹⊹══════: ✧･ﾟ｡˚☾.･✧

Larissa sat in her office as the sounds of chattering, excited students clamored away on their lunch outside her window. The warm sun made her skin glow under it's touch, her white hair becoming a halo to display the angel that ran it all. Her coat was draped over her shoulders, her arms close to her body as her red painted fingers worked away with needles and yarn, creating half double crochet stitches in a swift pace.

In her downtime, she found it hard to settle down, which was surprising considering the amount of work she constantly had on her plate, but that consistency of always working had stuck with her since she was little. If a book didn't work to settle her mind and jump her to a different reality, then creating something of her own would shift her focus and cause her to relax as each stitch or each pull became second nature.

Her grandmother had done a good job in instilling the different types of stitches in her as she grew up, often being asked to help her with making blankets or cardigans to pass the time, a story and some hot chocolate accompanying them as they sat by the fire - something of which she found herself doing again.

Regardless of if she was always professional and put together in front of her students and staff, there were times in which Larissa let her feelings get the better of her. She had gone on a good streak for quite some time, putting an invisible line between what she accepted and what she deemed as pushing it too far. But there were times in which she’d let it slip.. let it blur and fizzle into something that was no longer readable, no longer there..

With you, this seemed to be one of those times.

You had been working at Nevermore for a few months now. You loved everything the kids had thrown at you, their amazing minds and unique abilities sometimes throwing you through loops you had no idea how you recovered from, but you enjoyed their company all the same. You were still learning the ropes, but, as the painting teacher, you were able to toss your passion into anything and everything that came to your mind - something of which caught the eye of the tall professional.

You had gotten to know each other quite well over your short amount of time here. You both loved the arts and had spent hours upon hours in conversation digging into certain artists or looking at all kinds of works over a bottle of wine or two. Something so calm and passionate had stolen hours from you, sometimes waking up from your conversations so late into the night that it had become early morning - hours stolen from you that you didn’t even dare to wish you wanted back.

It felt so private, so domestic, so calm, so safe, so utterly human that whenever you laid in bed from a night like that you felt an ache in your chest as you looked up at the ceiling, an emptiness that wasn't unwelcome but wasn't asked for, a feeling that wasn't a want but a pure longing, a lingering touch that held you in its grasp, in its vice grip that told you that you had undeniably fell for the woman as though she was what made you breath, what made your heart beat, what made you go through days upon days of creating art that you could only hope would match to her beauty one day.

~~

You dismissed your class for the day, finding that it had been a successful session as you found paint splotches all over your arms and a few splatters on your face, diving into the art so much that your arm had become a palette and your face showed traces of your focus. A few students stayed behind, wanting to complete their project with it's upcoming due date after receiving their critiques for the day.

You hung your painting to dry - a medium sized canvas showing two feminine figures under a large tree, their reflections bouncing back from the water in front of them as the sun slowly turned in for the night, a painting created from a scene of the two of your that you had committed to memory after spending one of those days that made you feel, with out a doubt, alive. You were proud of your efforts, a master in your craft always had room to improve, and it seemed as though this was coming along just as you wanted it to.

A flash of red hair caught your eye by the door, being followed by three soft knocks on the dark hardwood. You turned your gaze to see a cheery Marilyn Thornhill approaching your desk.

"Hello, Professor Y/l/n! Are you busy, by chance?" She ran her fingers along the edge of your desk, scanning your features and the paint that lined them before casting her gaze down, looking at the swatches and photos that scattered your workspace.

"You know, you can call me y/n." You laughed before hitting enter and sending the last email in your inbox. "I'm not busy at the moment and don't find that I have anything else for today, so no. Did you need help with something?"

You had turned your attention to the woman after grabbing a cloth to wipe the paint away from your arms and face. You had gotten to know her through Larissa, and you two bonded over the fact that you were both quite new, even if she had a year on you. You found her to be full of energy and passion, something you found traces of in her work, and enjoyed her company whenever there was a chance for it. You knew her well enough to pick up on a new energy she had, like something had shifted, like there was something she knew that you didn't yet.

"I didn't need help with anything, no. I was just with Larissa and she asked if I could stop by and send you over if you weren't busy. It's nothing bad - I know she's the principal, so some people can get scared when they're asked to head over, but I'm sure you know her well enough by now to tell."

You stood from your seat, closing out your computer before collecting your things in an organized manner, dropping them into one of the baskets that sat behind you. Just as you were about to dismiss the students that still worked and lingered, she stepped in and provided another set of eyes in your absence, reassuring you that she'd stay until they were finished. From that, you gathered that you'd apparently be gone for more than just a few minutes.

You checked in on the students one last time, giving them comments and answering any questions they had before grabbing your keys and setting foot into the stone halls.

~~

Your nerves had gotten to you slightly, but the excitement to see the woman that sat behind the large, dark doors overshadowed any negative feeling that crossed your path as you knocked. After a few short moments, a small 'come in!' was heard from the other side. You opened it slowly, knowing that the doors sometimes liked to creak to show off their old age, and peeked your head in.

The room was empty, besides the two of you, and warm - a fact that you loved as your bare arms and shoulders shivered in the cold expanse that the school gave you, their open halls and many balconies creating a breeze that sometimes was too cold to be unavoidable. You stepped into the office, a small click from the door closing making itself known before you closed the distance between yourself and the sapphire goddess.

You settled yourself in one of the seats, pulling your legs up and resting along the broad arms that the brown chair gave you, before taking in her focused form as she typed away. Her red rimmed glassed sat at the edge of her nose as her gaze was turned down towards her fingers, switching up to her screen and back down again. A content, low hum was emitted from her as she clicked one last time, seemingly finishing an email, before she closed the laptop and moved her glasses to rest on her head.

The sound was enough to flood your being with warmth, rumbling in her throat and transferring itself to settle in your chest before it dissipated into thin air, leaving it's trace as a light blush on your cheeks as you made eye contact with its source.

"Hello, darling," she purred. Her full attention was at your mercy, the fact alone making your blush grow as you looked back at her, a small smile filling your features and causing one to lift at her lips as well.

"Hello, Larissa," you responded, weaker than you would've liked. She always seemed to have this affect on you at the start of everything. It was like her presence alone was enough to reset you, to have your face warm, your fingers fiddling with each other, your gaze to falter until you eased back up to the woman and stopped thinking about your every move.

Comfortable conversation had settled between you two, a shift to the couch as the flames roared, giving you the warmth you of so craved as you sat side by side. Your shoes were discarded as your legs touched in the close proximity, lost in talking about the different types of pieces your students had come up with this time around.

As it ended, there was a touch of nervousness coming from her as she settled into the next topic of conversation. She averted her gaze from you as her hands moved slightly with each word - talking with her hands was something you caught onto early into knowing her, and it was a small little touch that you adored about her.

"I called you in here for a reason a few hours ago, but the thought seemed to have slipped from me until now. I'm sorry about that, y/n.." She stood to move to her desk, opening her bottom drawer and fidgeting with a few things before taking out a brown box with a white ribbon on it.

"There's nothing to be sorry for, Larissa.. I always enjoy your company, regardless of what we're doing." You had let a little more than the truth fall into that statement - something she seemed to notice as a blush met her cheeks.

She sat back down next to you, a lot closer this time, as her arm came around behind you and rested on the back of the couch. She handed you the box, gently resting it into your hands, as you gave her a confused look. You placed it into your lap, looking down at it and appreciating the small details that littered the box and the beautiful curves of the handwriting that spelled your name on the small tag attached to the bow. You looked back up at her, and, just as you were about to speak, her accent filled the room.

"I'd like to be quite blunt, in this moment, love.." Her voice shook slightly as she looked at the box. Her nervousness was confirmed to you at the way her words lingered for a moment, almost as though she was unsure of what she was about to say next.

"These last few month, in your company, have been the best I've had in years.. It feels amazing to talk so freely with you, to be so open about so many things and to feel.." She paused, her eyes closing as she swallowed. She inhaled, her breath wavering slightly, before she spoke again. "..to feel so loved.."

Your heart broke a little at her words. You could never understand how someone so pristine, so intelligent, so down right gorgeous hadn't felt loved in so long. It pulled on your heartstrings as you saw the true feelings that lingered within her soul as her gaze finally met yours.

The concern that lined your features cracked her heart. It was amazing to feel so cared for by a human she felt so deeply for. It made her anxious as to what she was about to admit, the fear of ruining something so true, so precious weighed on her shoulders, but she knew she couldn't keep drawing this out as her feelings for you grew by the day.

"In the box is a gift for you.. It's something that I made to fit you, both in color and size. I took into account that you like some things oversized.. However.."

Her pause made your breathing stop. She had you unconsciously leaning towards her, hanging onto every word as though they were the last ones you were going to hear, as though her voice was the last one to grace your eardrums. She seemed to notice this, her lips curling up slightly before the reality of what she was about to say settled itself back into her mind.

"You can open it, now or later, but on some terms.. I have grown very fond of you, sweet girl.. So much so that I look forward to seeing you at the end of every week, that I hope to catch you at any point in the day. I like you, y/n.. very much and the fact that those words came out of my mouth are terrifying."

She took in a breath as she looked at your expression. It had shifted of one of concern to one that was overly flustered - to why, she didn't know yet. She hoped that it was the one she looked for as she searched deep into your eyes.

"I want you to open this if your feelings are reciprocated.." She placed her fingertips onto the box softly, making sure her words were clear as you soaked in each one. "If they aren't, you can leave the box here as you leave for the night or leave it in the mailroom for me to collect it later. Whatever answer you give, I hope this doesn't change anything between us, and.. if they're not reciprocated things will-"

Your swift movements had cut her off. Seeing her this nervous was something you never thought you would have in your sights and now knowing that you were the cause of this wave pained you. It was as though time slowed down when her feelings were revealed to you, like your heart stopped and all movements within your body had ceased to exist, allowing her to capture your complete focus, your soul, and, officially, your heart. You didn't want her to be consumed into the negative, into the 'what ifs' that could plague ones mind, so you moved before you let her consider them to be a piece of reality.

You shuffled to your right a bit more, her arm completely pressed along your back and your side meeting hers as you left no room between the two of you. You could feel her breath meet the side of your face, causing a shiver to run through you. You were so close that her perfume was all consuming, the intoxicating scent moving itself to the forefront of your lungs as every new inhale made you dizzy.

You leaned against her and turned your face towards her, taking in her confused expression with a small laugh before it died in your chest after realizing just how close the two of you were. Her eyes moved down to your lips for a moment, your eyes doing the same before looking back up to her eyes, seeing that they were already there again. You took in a shaky breath before finally speaking.

"I want you to know that I feel the same way.. I'm sorry I somewhat cut you off, but I didn't want you to think otherwise.." You let her absorb your words, you tone lined with care and your voice covered with sincerity and love. Her gaze softened as reality set in, a big smile replacing the look of confusion that was there second prior.

You smiled back before looking down to your lap, slowly undoing the ribbon that was delicately tied in its place. You lifted the cover off the box and set it on the table that was in front of you both, a gasp leaving your mouth as your eyes gazed over the tied threads in front of you, your fingers smoothing over the soft, dark fabric that sat within the box.

"Larissa.. this," you lifted the fabric out of the box, presenting the oversized cardigan in front of the both of you. "You made this?"

Shock and adoration graced your face and features. You understood the hours of work that something like this could take, and, knowing that she was nothing less than busy most of the time, she took those hours to make something for you.

"I-I" She cleared her throat, grounding herself after what was just revealed between the two of you. "I did, yes.. I took note of the colors you wore the most and was able to guess what size would fit you best by spending time with you and taking in your figure.."

"You're amazing!" The words echoed through the room as you stood up to put it on, settling in the woman's chest and filling her with warmth, butterflies soaring through her as her heart swelled. You spun once, after putting on the oversized piece of clothing. "How do I look?"

You loved how it was longer and could capture your entire body when you pulled your legs onto the chair with you, or how the arms bunched up at your elbows and could cover your hands if they got cold. It smelled of her, something you noticed as you opened the box, showing off the hours she had spent working on this piece alone, hours of her fingers working through stitch after stitch of the dark color, hours of her touch, her scent, her love being filled into the fabric.

"Perfect." It had left her lips without her knowing, without her thoughts stopping her. She smiled at how happy you looked, at how adorable you looked in something she had made just for you. The sparkle that filled your eyes made her heart race and you couldn't help but blush at her comment.

You quickly sat back next to her, pulling your legs up with you and pressing yourself into the touch of the crafty principal. You placed an arm at her shoulder while the other cupped the side of her face, your thumb tracing along the smooth skin. Her arm wrapped around you this time, loving that she could have you closer than she ever did before. A soft 'thank you' left your lips as the fabric enveloped you in a gentle hold.

A small silence had filled the room, a charged energy making itself known as you gazed into each others eyes and got comfortable. Everything else for the both of you seemed to slip away, the world only consisting of the two of you in this moment.

"Can.. I kiss you, y/n?" She whispered, her lips a hair away from yours. Your breath was caught in your throat as your eyes pleaded. The way she looked at you was intoxicating. You thanked the old gods and the new for sending someone as amazing, as beautiful, as talented and as brilliant as her into your life.

"Of course.." You said against her lips, the small touch making anticipation drive itself through your veins, before her lips captured yours.

The kiss was soft, your being becoming all consumed by hers as her hands met your hips, making a home for themselves there. Everything ran quiet as you melted into each others touch. The hand you had on her face moved down slightly as you both released each other for air, only to move to the back of her neck and pull her back into you.

Every time her lips met yours it was as though electricity ran through the both of you, charging the room with love as every 'what if' that may have been thought before disappeared from sight. Each kiss was so full of emotion, so full of drawings one made for the other, so full of stitches redone until perfection, so full of paintings that were discarded or replaced to move towards excellence..

so full of hours upon hours spent with a needle and thread..

~~

✧･.☽˚｡･ﾟ✧ :══════⊹⊹══════: ✧･ﾟ｡˚☾.･✧

𝐚/𝐧: THIS WAS SO FUCKING CUTE I WROTE THIS ALL IN ONE SITTING IM GOING INSANE I CANT ITS SO ADORABLE

SIREN!! Thank you so much for putting this in my inbox. I was gonna put a little more detail about everything (I literally did some research on hand making lace) but once I started writing things kinda shifted so I hope this was okay LOL

I got into such a flow writing this and it was so nice to just sit and create something I that just came to mind. I'm slowly working on my reqs rn but I do them after I complete my assignments and homework which is why I'm slightly MIA for part of the day but i love doing this sm so it helps push me slightly to get everything done lol

I'm still having a tagging issue for some of you (sorry) so if you havent looked at this post yet then I would if you're having that issue

ty again for the ask :) i hope you all enjoyed

~ 𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐯𝐲𝐧

✧･.☽˚｡･ﾟ✧ :══════⊹⊹══════: ✧･ﾟ｡˚☾.･✧

𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬:(tagged anyone who asked/wanted to be on the "all works" taglist)

@eveymay @weemssapphic @readingtheentrails @finnja555 @barbarasstar @s-c-rambledegggs @vendocrap8008 @gwendolinechristieiscute @lilfartbox1

✧･.☽˚｡･ﾟ✧ :══════⊹⊹══════: ✧･ﾟ｡˚☾.･✧

[danikamariewrites]

More Azriel casual ddlg hc's bc I need it 🙃

A/n: this is just selfindulgent and I'm not sorry

Warnings: ddlg dynamic, daddy kink

Azriel isn’t usually super dominant unless you want him to be so on days where you weren’t at 100% he could tell

He’d be more gentle with the way he talks to you

He knows what it’s like to have a bad day and he wants to help you through it

At first you’d be a little distant from him wanting to be alone but that makes your mood even worse

You’d wander up to his office, his door open and waiting for you. You walk in shyly staring at the floor

Azriel gets up and strides over to you cupping your face lightly since he doesn’t know if you really want to be touched

You lean into his hands, closing your eyes and letting out a soft hum

“You ok princess?” You shake your head and immediately wrap your arms around his torso

He rubs your back and runs his fingers through your hair. “How about we relax for the day yeah? I can make you some lunch, does that sound good?” You nod against his chest. Your muffled ok making it to his ears

He starts to guide you out the door but you stay still making his stop

“Will you carry me?” Az gives you a small smile and picks you up so you cling to the front of him

After he makes you lunch he’d def have you sit in his lap while he feeds you

You like the physical reassurance when you’ve had a bad day

Azriel can never keep his hands off you anyway so he has no problem with it

Every time he tries to get up without you, you pull him back and whine

This also the only time Azriel will let your whining slide

Kisses your nose and cheeks often which makes you smile

“There’s my princess. That cute little smile.”

Azriel makes sure your warm and comfortable by dressing you in his hoodie and sweatpants

Wraps you in your favorite fluffy blanket

Bakes you cookies and feeds you

If it’s winter and really cold he’d make you hot chocolate with extra marshmallows bc you deserve it

You’d sit on his lap all day until you fall asleep then Az would carry you to bed

Other times if you had more energy Azriel would take you out to spoil you

Azriel would hold your hand while you walk down the street looking into the windows of shops

“Oohh can I get that Azzy?” “You can have whatever you want princess.”

Sometimes you want to just hear Azriel’s voice

“Read to me daddy?” You’d say pouting at him from the couch

He’d pick up your favorite book, nothing too long just something over 200 pages, and pull you into his lap

“Of course I will princess.”

You could listen to his smooth dark voice for hours. Others found it scary but you were soothed by it

[taytrashmouth]

Jeremiah as your boyfriend

(The lack of Jeremiah content on this app is shocking, so I’m here to make some 🤣)

He always hugs you from behind, and it always makes you smile.

He is completely in love with you, and anyone could see it from a mile away

Conrad and Stephen tease him for being a ’simp’ but it never stops him.

Before you were dating you mentioned how dates nowadays suck, you get a text from the guy, you drove yourself to the place, you talk for two hours and then repeat the next time. You wanted a real date, where you get flowers and he opened the door for you,etc.

Jere being jere he remembers this, on your first date he knocked on your door and when you answered there he was, your favourite flowers in hand, in a dress shirt. “Will you go out with me?” He smiled. You smiled so wide you giggled, you nodded. He opened your door for you, played your favourite music, and drove you to your favourite restaurant. It was perfect. And when he dropped you off at home, he made sure you were thinking the same thing, and he kissed you on the porch.

Dates would include: movie nights cuddled on the couch, late night swims, picnics on the beach at sunset. Dancing around the kitchen whilst you both baked cookies. Going down to the boardwalk.

Whenever you saw him he would have something for you, a printed picture of the two of you, he would write notes on the back (I love you or Hi :) or I think you’re cute, etc) or a flower he’d picked. Normally small things but sometimes it’d be jewellery or his hoodie.

He Is clingy and loves cuddles.

He would def drop anything he was doing to hang out with you, he once even stopped playing games with Steven just to go hug you.

He would tell you you’re beautiful, gorgeous, hot, cute. Funny, smart, etc all the time, and what’s better is he really believed all of those things and you could hear it in his voice.

He would always put on your necklaces for you and then he’d lean down and kiss your collar bone or your shoulder.

You went overseas for a while to visit an old friend and when you came back home, he met you at the airport, and had made a big sign with your name on it. He dropped it as soon as he saw you, you ran to each other and he lifted you off the ground spinning you around as soon as you made contact. You wrapped your legs around his waist and kissed. It had only been 2 weeks but it felt like a lifetime.

Whenever you made out, he would always pull you in by your waist.

When it rained he’d always insist on going out and dancing in it. You’d dance and splash each other forever until you went blue in the lips and he pulled you back inside. You’d both go get into warm clothes and make some hot chocolate. He’d push the couch right up to the window and you’d sit there, watching the rain and you’d read to him

You’d often talk for so long the stars would turn to sunrise unbeknownst to the two of you.

He would teach you how to play his video games, and even when you struggled he never became irritated, he’d help you and say “it’s okay, you’re still better than Stephan.” Which always made you laugh.

You’d teach him your hobbies and you would take turns picking movies.

Often he would hold your hand and brush your cheek or push hair behind your ear.

He lived for cuddles, you’d fall asleep on his chest when watching a movie or watching him play a game, he wouldn’t dare move.

He always kissed you and hugged you when you wore his hoodies or shirts.

You liked stargazing and he’d join you to keep you company.

For your birthday he gave you a huge box filled to the brim with photos of you two together, and a necklace with his initial on it (your favourite Taylor swift song) most of the day was spent with him helping you put the photos up on your wall in a collage. And then driving around to get all your favourite snacks and watching your favourite movie.

When you got a good grade or learned how to cook something new, any new accomplishment, no matter the size. He always kissed you on your head and congratulate you.

You enjoyed cooking and often made him dinner, he’d always hug you from behind and stay there the entire time you were in the kitchen and claim he was helping. You didn’t mind.

You were comfortable being silly with him.

He would always wait to do everything with you, never wanted you to feel left out.

He’d kiss you at midnight on New Year’s.

He let you play with his hair or paint his nails, he didn’t mind. 

You went to pride marches with him, you knew he was bi and supported him fully. He was nervous coming out to you at first but quickly realized that you loved him no matter what. When you hugged him so tightly and told him he never had to be scared talking about it with you.

When you were on your period He would give you a hot water bottle and buy your favourite chocolate.

Sometimes he’d scare you, hide behind the door frame when you got home. You would jump and scream every time, and then you’d laugh as he hugged you. You quickly learned to get him back.

When you cried he would let you talk it out and hug you like the world was ending. He would always listen so carefully.

When he cried, which wasn’t often, you would hold him tightly. You knew he didn’t like talking about this stuff but you let him know you were there to listen anyway.

You weren’t that close to your family but the fishers slowly became family. You would go to dinner with Susannah, Conrad and Jeremiah at least once a week.

[nervousenemyduck]

autumn with boyfriend!logan huntzberger

Authors note: hello hello hello!!!

Synopsis: headcannons about how i think the autumn season would be spent with logan huntzberger as your boyfriend.

Warnings: maybe a little bit of cussing??? idk. ummm intentional lower case......yeah i think that's it. happy reading!

tagging : @fbfh

Photos are from Pinterest, I made the mood board!

🍂 SUCH an autumn boy omg

🍂 loves how the coziness of the season and the spoonyness/thrill factor of Halloween intertwine

🍂 autumn dates are his jam

🍂 going to the library to study or get books, or to the bookstore or a cafe. he also loves the cozier dates

🍂 whisks you away to a cabin in vermont or new england at least once

🍂 adores cozy evenings with you. especially fridays. one of his favorite memories from this time of year is having a date where you made homemade pizza's (shaping the crust into hearts cuz duh) and then spending the night playing a murder mystery bored game and falling asleep on the couch with Hocas Pocas on. the two of you also had pumpkin cupcakes you had made earlier in the week for dessert

🍂 baking. dates. he loves them.

🍂 BLASTING red and evermore. argue with the wall.

🍂 pumpkin patch dates, apple picking dates, pumpkin carving dates, loves doing all the cute coupley stuff with you. pumpkin spice everything for selfcare nights??? count him in! and yeah logan def tags along for selfcare nights with his girl

🍂 will try to talk you into doing the scary stuff with the brigade, but if you genuinely don't want too, he will stop once he realizes. if you end up saying yes but you actually don't want to, he'll either see through your act and tell you it's fine you don't have to come, or won't realize until your all there, then he'll take you home and treat you to a cozy night in.

🍂 LOVES seeing how you decorate. whether it's all cutesy or if you go hardcore scary, he loves seeing how you do it.

🍂 he'll want to spend halloween it's self with you. whether it be helping you pass out candy to kids, going to a party, doing something with the brigade, or just having a cozy night in, he wants to do it with you.

🍂 SO into couples' costumes. and these won't be bought from party city or whatever. no. he'll pay someone to make your costumes. or you make it if you're into that, go babe. your costumes would either be something no one gets like amy and laurie from little women or something SO popular you would be like the fourth couple to show up looking like that; like fred and daphne or ken and barbie.

🍂 SO MANY SWEETS AND CANDIES ARE CONSUMED. he is a sucker for halloween marketing

🍂 logan is a major mood reader in my opinion and leading up to halloween he is definitely reading spooky/thriller books. and books with a halloween/autumn atmosphere

🍂 LOTS of movie nights. popcorn, candy, maybe a pizza. or a homemade dinner with homemade desserts, or a mixture of the two. practical magic, hocas pocas, halloween town, twitches, it's a great pumpkin charlie brown, haunted mansion

🍂 LOTS of books are bought and read.

🍂 loves a pumpkin spice latte. he also loves warm apple cider and hot chocolate.

🍂 if you have a cat or any pet really (i personally headcannon logan as a cat daddy) he is taking SO MANY pictures of them curled up with the autumn decorations, or out in the bright leaves.

[behoright]

boyfriend! jack studnicka in bed

warnings: welp. smutty blurb. includes bdsm and kink. minors stay away.

a/n: @ancient-remnants-of-love , for you, lovely.

dsvnjkfdnvdkjvn soooooo

Jack

lovely jack

as we all know

very quiet

very private

good polite man

you guys met and just

simply fell in love

not much more than that

when I say this man

raises the standards for all men

....

Jack is straight out of a rom-com

he's just not afraid to love

it really doesn't matter what anyone else thinks

he wants the whole ordeal

constant flower deliveries when he's on the road

and special in-person deliveries when he comes back

chocolates at the beginning

until he found out you like candy better

he'll def surprise you with random gifts

but that doesn't really matter

he's always always present

hands always on you

and he looooves to kiss

if you grab his cheeks and plant kisses all over

he DIES

it literally makes his heart flutter and

he cannot help but smile

so um sex

was always just as sweet

he's def been blessed um

not only genetically (obv)

but um

technically

you never left the bed unsatisfied

not once

that being said

the more the months started to go by

you can tell that

it's not like he was holding back

but it's almost like there was

something

festering

something in his head

just starting to ignite

you tried to blame it on stress or work

maybe he's tired or something

but it didn't go away

you asked him a couple of times

and of course

in the most Jack fashion

he was soooo reassuring

still tho there was something there

so one day you had to be like

"baby, we need to talk."

his heart DROPS

"nothing bad, my love, nothing bad. I just have a question."

"doll, you can't scare me like that."

and you ask him seriously

"am I doing something wrong?"

and his puppy eyes are sparkling into yours

"baby, I told you, nothing wrong, you are so perf-"

"Jack, babe, you're always thinking about something else when we fuck."

and he doesn't say anything

"am I wrong? you can tell me, it's just, the vibe I get."

.....

"no," he sighs "you're not wrong."

"is, is it someone else?"

"no. no, absolutely not."

and you can tell he's serious. like his voice changes

"then what is it? you can tell me anything, Jack."

"I don't know, I don't want to scare you."

and you won't show it but you're like

????????

scare ?????

"no judgement, babe."

biting the inside of his cheek

like he always does when he's nervous

he looks up at you

and he looks so sweet and so tender

"I was just, uh, um..."

......

"thinking about rope."

you can't help it your face just drops

sorry??????

sweet lover boy prince Jack?????

"like, like you know my headboard has bars, like...

...maybe tying you on those."

and the rest is fucking HISTORY

over the course of your relationship

you guys have found to really

REALLY

enjoy BDSM

it's a big part of your bond

Jack really loves the bondage

that's his total favorite

any type of rope

western, Japanese, decorative

he'll do it all

he'll buy you lingerie and then surprise you

with matching rope

he just LOVES

the loops the knots

he gets very focused on all the details

and loves to see his masterpiece when its done

I'm talking about complicated shibari here

it tells him that you trust him enough to let him have control

your hands are literally tied

and he just wants to make you

twitch and moan until the end

he doesn't mind impact play

he'll do it if you ask

but it's not his first thought

he just wants to see you writhe in pleasure

this man has every single toy

vibrator

known to man

he’ll try every toy 

every type of 

technology 

to make you cum

of course he loves overstim

its just the view of you

your skin all flushed and sweaty

he can feel the heat coming off your body 

that’s another thing

temperature

sensation play

he fucking adores it

wax, ice cubes

lights on or off

blindfolds, feathers

blowing on your sweaty, hot skin

he just really likes you so 

vulnerable 

purposely for him

seeing you let go of the reigns

or your body in 

different rope patterns

twisted in every and all ways

screaming moaning crying 

he’s still so sweet 

and just so curious

seeing you cum makes him so fucking hard he starts leaking

always has to cum inside you

it’s almost territorial 

and he likes it a lot when you guys wake up

and he sees you sleeping with his cum leaking out of you

there are times however that he is not as sweet

…..when you ask

he changes so much

no smiley boy. suddenly it’s a huge man 

ready to punish you

towering over you

he just wants you to feel pleasure so 

when you act all bratty it drives him insane

he fucking gets so frustrated 

and it’s been fun to channel that into 

you

his fingers are so long it stings a little extra when he spanks

even tho paddles are his favorite

and if you’re extra talkative

those fingertips will go directly into your mouth 

your eyes look so pretty when they water with his fingertips rubbing on your tongue

he’s just so easy to tease

to send risky pictures and texts when he’s out on team stuff

not nudes 

but risky pictures

your silhouette behind all the shower steam

a view of a corner of your hip 

or your cleavage

your lips wrapped around a strawberry 

makes his jaw clench, knuckles turn white around his phone 

when he gets back he can’t help but 

just fucking take you 

which is great because he’s soo gentle out of the bedroom

so when he fucks the shit out of you

i’m talking about 

there’s a hole in the wall right where his headboard hits

oh and the bed frame is

a metal canopy frame 

obv

so he can hang you spread you open you up on every single level

he does NOT want anyone else to be involved tho 

he’d rather blast music from his room when you guys go visit his family back home

than let anyone get a hint of whats going on

but he’ll always keep that dynamic ON

groans when he cums 

you will never get a whimper out of him 

and he grits his teeth HARD too

he tenses all the way up bc he cums hard hard hard

enough to tremble

yes he has calluses from hockey but they worsen when

he grabs onto the rope tightly when he fills you up

jack’s the type that

he’s too shy to kiss you around his parents

but as soon as he shuts the door to your bedroom 

he has you with a spreader bar bending over the bed 

hands tied against the other rail 

or the top rail so you're fully exposed 

and he’ll use every hole all night 

overstimulate you both 

make you both leak until you see stars

but still melt in front of you the morning after 

nuzzle into your neck when you’re in the elevator alone

or blush when you hold hands in public

🤷🏻‍♀️