#im just a sucker for the chin grab you know?

[vipermenace]

Wanted to draw my favorite concept that was in the reject pile. 

Happy Pride Tenno! 🏳️‍🌈

[save-the-villainous-cat]

im a huge sucker for masked villains loosing their mask in front of the hero, especially when it ends with a flirty hero lmao,, would love to see that idea in your interpretation and writing style!

The hero fished yet another weapon out of a pocket of the villain’s.

“What is this bad boy doing in your pants?” They waved the dagger in front of them, showing it off as they wiggled with their eyebrows. However, the villain only rolled their eyes.

“You might wanna reword that.”

“I shan’t.” They smirked at them and hid the weapon in their own suit. “You have been very bad.”

“Hence the handcuffs? I wasn’t really sure about that,” the villain answered, more unimpressed than anything.

Ever since the villain had lost their mask during the fight, the hero couldn’t stop staring at their face. The villain was attractive, for sure. They were clever and elegant in a way that made the hero’s stomach turn.

Someone so skilled, someone so special had chosen them to be their nemesis. The hero couldn’t quite believe it.

“Yeah…hence the handcuffs.” The hero’s eyes dropped to the villain’s lips involuntarily. But they refused to acknowledge that. It was merely desire. “I need to search for more weapons. Get on your knees. Please.”

The villain didn’t move, just stared. They looked at the hero curiously, as if they were something the villain had to decipher. As if they were written in an ancient language only the villain could read.

“You’re very bold today.”

“It’s a day of firsts, isn’t it? Seeing your face for the first time, catching you for the first time…let’s add kneeling.” The villain started smiling and cocked their head.

“Fine. If it pleases you.” They sank down to their knees and the hero swallowed the bundle of embarrassment in their throat. The villain’s face made them nervous.

“You’re very pretty, you know?” the hero asked. They gathered all their courage to grab the villain’s chin. “Makes it harder to arrest you.”

“Does the golden saviour of the city have a crush on me?” the villain asked. Their smile was turning into a smirk. “How adorable.”

“N-no.”

“Oh, no need to be ashamed.”

“I am not.”

“Dinner at seven? I’ll pick you up if you let me go,” the villain suggested.

“No way.” The hero’s face was burning.

“Ah, worth a shot. Dinner in prison then?”

“Fine,” the hero hissed. They were more excited than they should have been but instead of revealing that, they pulled up the villain and pushed them against the closest wall next to them.

For the rest of the week, the hero couldn’t stop thinking about that dinner.

[d3arapril]

https://www.tumblr.com/babi-doll777/738015479271129088/im-in-love-w-casual-dominance-wrap-your-arm

This with Abby

[link to post] oh YES. as much as i like reader to be independent, capable etc i am a sucker for this. save me abigail anderson save me i need saving!!!!!

suggestive content

walking around the fob she'll have an arm around your shoulder or waist, she's pretty casual with it and doesn't like to be too touchy but if one of the slimy guys from the kitchen stares at you for too long the hand on your hip will tighten, if it's annoyed her real bad she might even slide a hand into the back pocket of your jeans and give your ass a quick squeeze just to remind him- everyone not to fuck with either of you.

on patrol she's always one step behind you. trip over? she's right there to help you up. sneak up on the clicker that was blocking your path? she's praising you with a well done, babe and a gentle squeeze on your shoulder that sends a shiver down your spine. dropped your gun and can't get it back? she insists you take hers, wants you to be safe. puts you first always.

at one of manny's shitty parties and you're chugging your beer, trying to beat nora to the bottom of the bottle and get out of taking one of manny's horrendous 'homemade shots'? abby's cheering for you, slapping at your knee to egg you on and before you can do it for yourself, her thumb comes up to swipe at the beer sliding from the corners of your lips and down your chin, cleaning you up. she nonchalantly sucks it into her mouth, tongue lapping up the bitter taste. when you're done, you're gasping for breath and your eyes widen as you watch her raise an eyebrow as if to say, what?, popping her thumb out of her mouth and wiping it against her jeans. she knows what.

when you finally get back to your room she's crowding you up against the door, tongue peeking out as she kisses from your chin, across your neck and to your ear. "you taste like beer," she hums, head moving back from it's place in your neck and hand coming up to grab your jaw, make sure your eyes on her. "suppose i should clean you up a bit more, hey?"

[dollyyss]

I heard Craig's gang 👀 could I please request how they are when cuddling with the reader? I live for fluff and your fluff is scrumptious

Oh you most definitely heard right I love Craig’s gang so god damn much omg IM SO HAPPY TO START WRITING FOR THEM I’ve recently been re watching South Park and I’m on season six rn and I always forget how much tweak cracks me the fuck up.

Sorry if these are a bit short I’m playing the sims and currently making South Park characters..

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

Craig’s gang and how they cuddle!

Established Relarionship ₊ ⊹

All characters are aged up! Highschool AU! ‧₊˚✩彡

Craig, Clyde, Jimmy, Tolkien and Tweak 𐙚

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: none that I know of!

Craig𓇢𓆸🀥🎐‧₊˚☼󠁍

- Craig is the face to face type. He likes burying himself under his blanket with you listening as you speak about nothing and everything, his hands circling your hips as he stares into your eyes.

-he also finds this convenient, anytime he wants a kiss from you he can easily press his lips to yours and watch you get so giddy.. but like Kenny And Stan.. he smells like cigarettes mf is always smoking and no matter how many times you tell him to stop.. he doesn’t. Oops. So your cuddles are always filled with your nostrils being abused by the smell of cigarettes.

-he’s pretty quiet when cuddling, he’ll usually have some video on in the background and if not a video then he’s passed out. When he’s awake, he’s lazily rubbing his nose against yours, chewing at his bottom lip occasionally while he searches your face.

-“ you look.. so pretty/handsome..” “Craig tucker, shut up” he chuckles whilst watching you cover your face in embarrassment, he’s quick to grab your hands and place them around his waist and nuzzle his face closer.

-he’s a sweet pea.

Clyde ִ ۫ ۫ ּ ִ⠀🫧 ׁ ˳

- He’s a baby. A big baby. So when he cuddles he’s also the face to face type. But more face in your chest.

-play with his hair, he’s such a sucker for it, the man will melt instantly either falling asleep almost immediately or he’s whining at how nice it feels. His hands will grip your back or he’ll have one hand gripping your waist.

-he can be a bit kissy, like I said he’s a big baby so he’s most likely all over you, he’s grabbing your hands to put them in his hair, his lips are all over your chin, lips, cheeks. He’s just a sleepy cuddly man. He’s also quite the fucking cry baby, so when you’re angry at him and he can’t fucking take it anymore he’ll come to your place teary eyed and you’re immediately up in your room with him cuddled close to you, face and chest as he sniffles “I’m sorry baby..”

Jimmy౨ৎ'🌙 .

-lay on him. He’s letting you do it because he doesn’t wanna get up for hours on end. He’d lay there with you for an eternity and more. He likes having your head on his chest while he rubs your back. You’ll be curled up in his blanket while he closes his eyes and hums gently

-he likes to tell you silly jokes, even if some may not be funny you still find a way to laugh at how silly he’s being. He looks at you for a moment to make sure your laughing before laying his head back on his pillow and smiling.

-a part of him hates that his legs just don’t work.. because he’d be curled up all around you, legs wrapped in yours but he’s more then happy to have you lay on him and do it for him.

- “wanna hear a j-joke?” “JIMMY.”

Tweak 🥠 ⁺˖ ⸝⸝

-he’s a nervous baby, so Initially he won’t start the cuddling first, he waits for you. He thinks too much about where to place his hands where to place his head, where to place his body. He doesn’t want you to be uncomfortable.

- but when he does get close and cuddly he’ll let you snuggle close, he’ll open his arms and let you wiggle in to be the little spoon.

-surprisingly he’s usually the big spoon. He enjoys being able to curl against your form, his nose buried deep into your hair to breathe you in, you relax him more then you’ll ever know. His shaky hands are pressed to you and not roaming but feeling you as he slowly closes his eyes, hands gripped onto you and he curls to match the form your body is in. He usually ends up falling asleep. You’re his safe space and you’re cuddles are just too fucking good he can’t help himself but to close his eyes and drift into a sleep he told himself not to.

-he does. But he does listening to the hum of your voice to the sweet nothings you whisper to him to relax him.

“Do- do you think the underpants gnomes will.. ever come back?” He says some weird things sometimes. “What’s happens if the world explodes while we’re asleep we won’t even know! We wouldn’t have been able to do what we would have wanted to do before it exploded!” You only shake your head against the pillow and snuggle closer to his chest as he laid on his side “shh tweak, nothings gonna happen relax my love” he breathes in deeply with you before breathing back out and hiding his face in your hair.

Tolkien

-he’s got two ways of cuddling. He lays on his back whilst he has you at his side, legs sprawled over his own legs as you lay over his arm, the arm what wraps you up and pulls you in. He’s usually in a tired mood when he cuddles like this.

-he makes sure you’re comfortable, pressing a few kisses here and there to your forehead to allow you to feel at ease. If you ever stay the night with him and you guys end up cuddling together talking about his latest campaign he’s been doing with his friends, asking your opinion on wether or not he should do something next for it, sometimes he’ll even read to you, anything you want and he’ll do it until your passed out on him. He pulls the blanket up to your shoulders and tell you “sweet dreams” as he drifts off into his own sleep. He’s such a gentleman.

-His other form of cuddling? He literally just lays his head on your ass. He only does this when you both are just hanging out, he’s most likely scrolling on TikTok making you break your back just to look at something he finds so funny. It’s also the other way around. You could be playing a game on your phone and when you see Tolkien laying on his stomach you head is on his ass IMMEDIATELY. “Baby it can’t be that comfy.” “Tolkien babe, have you seen your ass not only is it good looking but it’s so comfortable” he laughs softly and goes back to watching his TikTok’s while he listens to you okay on your phone.

[vigilvntes]

anyway i have been thinking about how much i want adrian to fuck me (this would fix me i know it would) but like specifically i really want to make out with him. i wanna feel his whole tongue in my mouth while he holds me (cause im horny but also i a softie dammnit).

i get the vibe that he hooks up regularly as vigilante so hes experienced in bed more than people would think, but since he keeps the mask on he doesnt kiss much. but when hes close enough with someone he can take off? with be ALL over you with his mouth. will be kissing you nonstop.

OKAYYYY FUCKBOY VIG AND TOUCH STARVED ADRIAN I SEE THE VISION

but yes i definitely agree that he's a dark horse when it comes down to it. i mean maybe im delusional maybe im fucked in the head but you can't convince me that absolutely no one in that town has fucked around with vig because let me tell you i would be FIRST IN LINE!!! he's been running around for years, and it seems that at this point people have just kinda made peace with him being there?? so no doubt he has hookups like he's charming and confident when he's in the suit and we see that a lot in the show. so yes. he probably fucks a lot as vig.

but adrian???? out of the suit???? touch starved. it's all well and good when there's a barrier between him and whoever he's sleeping with (literally), but warm fingertips brushing his hair from his face??? clinging on to his bare back while he fucks you??? soft, breathless kisses while the two of you moan into each others mouths???? he's a sucker for it. all the hookups in the world, all the people that throw themselves at him after he saves them from being mugged will never, ever compare to just being himself, just being adrian, around someone who accepts him for who he is and what he does and someone he trusts enough to keep that secret.

as soon as he comes home he'd rip the mask straight off and his lips would be straight on yours. doesn't matter if he's had a good night or a bad night, touching you, kissing you, his tongue in your mouth and the little surprised noise you make when he bites down on your bottom lip is enough to make him feel like he's on cloud nine. he'd kiss you until you literally can't breathe, and if you pulled away from him to catch your breath the most pathetic whine would leave his throat and he'd turn his attention to your neck instead. the whole time he's inside of you, his lips are on yours. missionary?? he's kissing you until your lips are blue. from behind?? he's leaning over, grabbing your chin and making you turn your head so he can slip his tongue into your mouth.

and his affinity for kisses doesn't just apply to sex!!!! he'll wrap his arms around your waist when the two of you are cooking dinner just to plant the sloppiest, wettest kisses on your cheek just so you'll giggle and playfully slap him away. before you leave the apartment you have to swipe the AKM (adrian kissing machine). he'll probably get moody if he doesn't get a kiss in the morning.

if you're both feeling nasty he'll spit in your mouth, or he'll let you spit in his mouth. he probably prefers the latter.

🫡🫡🫡🫡🫡🫡🫡🫡🫡🫡🫡

[dangerkittenclaws]

hi hun!!

your recent writing with vessel was SO darn cute. i have a request if you're still taking them !! (feel free to ignore if you don't like the idea , etc!)

i'm an absolute sucker for soft fluffy vessel, so what if the reader and vessel were in a relationship and reader works on the team as their makeup artist !

feel free to include anything you'd like , im sure it'd be great no matter what !! feel free to ignore if it's too much!!

thank you ! <3

Hiii!! Thank you so much for your kind words! Sorry this is a tad short! <3

vessel x artist!reader

warnings: none, just soft and playful vessy all to yourself :))

When you got hired as the band's makeup artist, you didn't quite know what you were getting yourself into. Painting four men in black paint every weekend? Easy enough, right? But since the first show, Vessel had taken a liking to you and was always a little more flirtatious than the others, coy even, at times. A few teasing words between the two of you became commonplace until Vessel had invited you out to dinner. You had thought it was a group dinner, but when you got to the restaurant, you realized it was just the two of you! That night he asked you to be his girlfriend.

But tonight as everyone was getting ready for the show, you were feeling a bit self conscious. You had seen an offer put out for a theater company looking for an artist in your hometown. You needed some reassurance, or rather a push in the right direction to apply.

“Do you really think I’m that good?” you asked Vessel as you were digging through your makeup kit, finding your essentials to cover his body for the night.

“Of course, what do you mean?” He gives you a small kiss on your temple before sitting down in the backstage chair. You pull on a pair of nitrile gloves after you find your large sponge and pour out the black liquid onto it.

“No, I mean, do you think I’m good enough to do something else, like professionally?” You kneel between his legs and start to cover his torso heavily, smearing and blending until it’s evenly distributed across his skin. You see his muscles ripple against your light touch and you look up at him expectantly.

“What about you being a touring band's makeup artist isn’t professional?” He looks down at you with seriousness in his eyes. You laugh nervously, continuing on upwards towards his chest.

“You know what I mean! What if I… went into theatrical makeup?” You kind of cringe inwardly, you know that its a little ambitious for your skillset. You focus on dabbing paint as if it would hide your own embarrassment.

He grabs your chin lightly and makes your eyes meet his. “Then I think you’d make a great artist for them, love.” He sees your eyes look away from his momentarily, not believing.

He gives your chin a little squeeze, “No, seriously. You can do more than play with one color, I’ve seen you do it. You can make that image in your pretty little head come to life.”

The redness in your cheeks spreads across your face. You open your mouth to reply but Vessel is a little quicker with a smirk on his face.

He leans down to grab your wrist and pulls you close enough that his lips graze your ear, “But I do like having my own personal artist cover me every night.”

[icallhimjoey]

hi ! long time follower, first time asking on your page.

just read your italy joe story and i have a super sensual smutty oneshot idea; unfortunately i just don’t have your writing skills.

joe comes back to the flat after a long day of work so you decide to treat him to a massage as it’s your day off. but during the already therapeutic massage, one thing leads to another. you want more & he wants more…

i.... i just... BIG SIGH so, i read this, and... my mind just, it twisted it, but only slightly.... you'll see, im a sucker for massages so thanks for this request babe, hope you enjoy! Wordcount: 1.9K

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Soothing Serenity

Joe's late. You use it as an excuse to be late too, and start dinner when you should've already finished the meal.

Tomatoes. Cucumbers. Lettuce next. Careful fingers, because the knife is sharp, but greedy fingers, because the tomatoes are looking particularly juicy and your stomach's rumbling.

You dump whatever you've cut up into a salad bowl and sneak little bites of everything. It's silly, but you're taking extra care to make it very noticeable that you've cut the vegetables yourself. Bigger clunky pieces and other stupidly small and thin pieces, none of them uniform or even remotely professional looking.

Good.

There was no way Joe could accuse you of buying pre-cut again, which, apparently, "is a waste of money" because "we have knives, babe".

Sure. Whatever you want, Joe. You absolutely could cut produce yourself, and Joe was just going to have to accept that it meant he'd sometimes just have a full mouth of just cucumber and nothing else.

He'll live.

The song playing finishes, and in the couple of seconds of silence it leaves the flat in, you hear keys jingle outside.

Joe's home. Finally.

He mentioned this morning he'd probably be back by late afternoon, but alas, the sun's already setting. It's not late, by any means, but the 3 a.m. call time this morning means his day has been long. You know you're right, because the first thing you hear after the door opens is loud groans and tired sighs as shoes get kicked off and a jacket slings onto its hook.

You refrain from calling out to him. You trust he knows where to find you.

If Joe's had a long day, you know what's going to happen next and you manage to put the knife down just in time.

"Hey," a low voice grumbles into your ear as you get pulled into a tight hug from behind.

His whole body presses into yours, strong arms squeeze you and you nearly can't breathe it's so tight. You feel how his cheek presses into the back of your shoulder in his hug, and Joe stays like that for however long he feels he needs it, until he raises his chin and plants it on top.

"You cooking?" Joe loosens one arm, but it's just to pick a crouton from the open packet on the side.

"S'just a salad,"

And through chews, Joe asks, "Nothing in the oven?"

You grin to yourself, knowing what Joe's asking.

"Nothing in the oven, nothing on the hob,"

There's nothing to burn, nothing that needs a close eye, or a timer, and it's exactly what Joe wants to hear.

"Good,"

His arms move from around your waist to grab onto both of your biceps and he digs his fingers in as he starts moving you, guiding you out and away from the kitchen.

"Joe," you warn, but willingly let yourself be lead over to your bedroom.

"Just a second, come on,"

Joe's hands move down a little, squeeze again. Down a little more, to squeeze just above your elbows. Joe's touching just to touch. To feel.

"Someone's touch starved, aren't they?" you muffle a giggle when you feel Joe's hands let go of you, just to sneak under your top, rounding from your back to your front.

Joe's not laughing. He just wants to rub the top ridge of his cupid's bow across the skin on the base of your neck.

"You skin hungry?"

You don't get an answer, but you don't need it. Two hands grab onto the hem of your top and pull it over your head before you receive a slight push. It means, go lay down.

So you turn and want to let yourself fall back, but before you can, Joe tuts and shakes his head at you, chin tilted down.

"On your front,"

Oh, it's one of those days.

You know how Joe's hands get itchy, will start to twitch at the sight of your bare skin, especially when he's tired. When he feels he's not seen you for a bit. Sometimes that would be a few days - normal people timing, because it wasn't weird to miss someone after not seeing them for a few days. But sometimes, you had to quickly run an errand and Joe would curl in on himself in agony, he'd miss you so much.

Today falls sort of in between.

Joe had done a lot of waiting today, standing around for people to tell him where to be and when to do his little trick when cameras were finally aimed at him. But they were filming outside, and the clouds and the sun kept doing their own thing which didn't work for continuity.

So Joe waited a lot. Got to think of the things he'd rather be doing a lot.

It's made you end up where you currently are. Under his touch, in just your bra and a pair of soft shorts, on your stomach on the bed with Joe straddling your thighs.

"You been working hard?" Joe asks, runs hands over your back until his fingers meet the fabric of your bra. He's quick to undo it, pushes the straps the side as you sigh into the duvet.

"So hard,"

You haven't. Not really. But Joe likes to be caring, it feeds something inside him it took you a while to understand when you first started dating.

Surely, when someone comes home from a long day at work, they should be the one to get doted on. But it didn't work like that with Joe.

"Hmh," Joe hums, stroking skin with his finger tips, feather light. Across your shoulders, down the back of your arms until his fingers tickle the insides of your palms.

You close your fists, trap his fingers for a second. It says, I love you, take what you need of me. You can't see it, but it makes Joe smile.

He moves back up your arms, across your shoulders, down your back, and starts adding more pressure. Really get his muscles to work into yours and you don't know what you've done in your life to deserve a boyfriend that unwinds by giving his girlfriend massages.

It's not like you haven't tried to switch roles. To have him on his stomach on the bed with you sat on his bum, but, Joe would just end up massaging your straddling legs. Would put his hands to work no matter what.

When two hands start honing in on your neck, moving hair out of the way to push knuckles into soft flesh, Joe audibly sighs.

Asks, "Do you mind oil in your hair?" because one time you said you did mind because you'd just washed it, so he wants to make sure.

"Go for it," you hum into the sheets and you can't help the groan that escapes you when fingers curl into the hair by the nape of your neck and softly pull.

With one hand full of hair, Joe uses the other elbow to push into the muscle that connects your arm to your shoulder, and Jesus... this is the good shit.

It's good.

It's really fucking good.

"Joe,"

It's not a warning, but both your hands move to find his knees. Joe shifts, adjusts slightly and switches arms, the other twisting into your hair to pull and your other shoulder getting worked by an elbow.

There's no sensual music playing, and the ceiling light's on, but still, the mood's serene. Joe's touches soothing and deeply relaxing.

You swear Joe knows exactly what he's doing.

He doesn't though. He's no professional. Just knows what gets the best sounds out of you. Just knows that he wants to feel all of you. To make you feel good. To make himself feel better.

Joe massages, takes his time and kneads your soft tissues real good. And then sometimes, he uses just his finger tips to trail, leaving goosebumps in their wake. Your body flipflops between building arousal and nearly falling asleep.

It's heavenly.

When Joe shimmies down and rolls down the top of your shorts, you manage to croak, "Joe, we've not eaten yet,"

"Just..." Joe breathes. "Just another minute," and he sounds wrecked.

When you don't argue him on his desperate need for one more minute, he tugs until the shorts are down far enough to expose your full glutes.

Or round ass.

Whatever. Same thing.

Joe uses both hands on both cheeks, squeezes and rubs, and then focuses on one at a time. Rubs upwards with full hands. Then just two thumbs that push in before he decides to use his elbows there too.

When you moan, Joe groans, and it's deep and gutteral.

He's got to be hard.

It takes longer than a minute, because of course it does, and he ends up just leaving his hands on your buttcheeks, fingers spread out wide. You can hear how deep he's breathing.

Just when you think, okay, we can absolutely let this graduate and take it there because you can feel how wet you're getting, Joe's hands move up to your lower back and then he squeezes you at your waist. You're ticklish, usually, but you're too relaxed to let it affect you now. Makes you smile though.

"Okay," Joe says softly, and you feel how he bends down. Places a small kiss between your shoulder blades.

You're a renewed person. Rejuvenated.

"I'm done,"

He's done?

You sigh, blissfully content and don't move. Just say, "No, you're not," and strain your neck to look over your shoulder.

Joe's still bend down, close, and presses a kiss behind your ear. Then at the corner of your jaw.

"You were making a salad," he whispers, but doesn't move.

"You're hard," you argue, even though you haven't felt it yet. You know he is, and you know Joe wouldn't want to suffer through dinner with an untouched erection. He'd do it. Wouldn't want it, though.

"Cutting up your own veggies," Joe says it like he's dirty talking, smooth and sensual, like he's trying to get you all riled up for him. Like you're not there already.

"Take your jeans off," you start to turn under Joe's bodyweight, and it's difficult, but Joe rises a little, gives enough space below his legs.

"Not pre-cut this time," he coos, and you can tell he's holding back laughter.

"Joe," your hands find the button of his jeans, and Joe laughs, falling off of you onto his back and you take the opportunity to get rid of your bra and to climb up onto your boyfriend.

"Got all your touching out?" you ask, working Joe's jeans down and biting down on your lower lip when you see how right you were. Joe's hard hard. Almost uncomfortably so.

"Hmh... I think I've got some touches left," Joe stares up at you, almost drunk with love and smooths hands from your thighs up to cover your tits. Squeezes there. Massages.

"Good," you quip, slipping your panties to the side because it's just easier that way. Gets you connected to Joe quicker.

You're grinning so widely, it infects Joe. Makes him copy it.

"Good," he agrees and moves up to kiss you on the mouth. Gets you there just before a shuddery breath wants to escape as you sink onto him.

"Good," Joe repeats, voice low and slightly constricted.

Joe loves that what he needs of you leads into you taking what you need from him. You're not complaining when Joe uses the warmth of your skin to get his fix. And he's not complaining when you take the lead and use it to chase his orgasm.

It's good. It's relaxing and serene and tenderly healing.

It's good.

Good.

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[more-cardigan-than-woman]

hi, I have just finished reading the roommates story with Jason and I was wondering if you would do some more? like maybe she's been out with the girls and comes home late so he tracks her down or hes upset she didn't check in.

Hey, yes! I miss them so much. Let's see what they're doing tonight.

Warnings, Smut, praise, swearing, choking, hair pulling.

"Princess," Jason says as he steps from the darkened hallway and into the dim light of your kitchen, "what happened to checking in?"

"Shit," you jump back, startled by his sudden appearance, "I umm... I forgot."

"You forgot?" He steps closer to you, the soft light lingering on his furrowed brow and the anguish in his eyes, "we had a deal."

"Yeah, Steph kept me dancing all night, and then Kate showed up, and - a lot was going on"

"And you still didn't find time to text me -" he pauses, scrubbing his hand down his face, trying to hide the anger, "You know I worry. I just -" his arms wrap around your middle, "I need to know you're safe."

"Do you think the girls would hurt me? Let anything happen to me? You really need to chill."

"Chill?" His arms tighten around you, "I know what you're upto," his arm travels upto your neck, holding your chin towards his face, "but you can't have me when im this angry."

"Why?" Your fingers step up his large biceps.

"Because the person to hurt you would be me."

"So you wait to scare me instead?"

"I'll always wait for you."

"Right. Angry, and in the dark."

"You love it."

"Do I?" You squint, tilting your head to the side, "maybe I was secretly hoping you'd gone out and I could go to sleep."

"Liar. Girls who wanna go to bed don't look, like this". He grabs your chin in a fierce grip, tilting your head up and glaring down into your eyes, "you need a lesson in communication, I think."

"I am aloud to go out and hang out with your family, Jason. Seriously, you can’t control me under the guise of safety," you huff, staring defiantly up at him, "you know, the safest place aside from here is standing right next to the Orphan."

"Oh, Princess." He pinches at your cheeks, "if I wanted to control you. I would," his other hand snakes into your hair tugging your face even further back, your pretty throat on display for him as tears prick your cheeks, "all I wanted was a text," he lets you go all at once, his anger bubbling to high, he's going to do something he regrets. Taking a breath, he turns and faces the hallway, "I need a minute," he steps towards the bathroom and you can't help the way you shadow his movements.

"Jason, I should've text. But I honestly thought you'd be out, hanging with Dick or whatev-"

"Shut your mouth." His hand slaps over your mouth, pressing you into the wall behind you, "every word is fueling this fire." His huge body towers over you, lit up from behind by the bathroom light like some kind of fucking dark angel, "Princess, I need you to-" he watches as your eyes go down, locked on his lips as he speaks to you, your hands already reaching out to him, "you want this?"

"Yudh" you mutter under the pressure of his hand.

"Want me, like this?" He removes his hand from your mouth, cuping your jaw.

"I always want you, Jay." His hands slip down, grabbing your middle and lifting you up and into the wall. Your panties already pushed to the side as his covered cock grinds into you.

"You promise me to text me next time you go out?"

"I'll try."

"No," he frees his cock from his pants, pressing the tip into your clit, "say yes or you don't get me."

"Yes," you pant, trying to get him inside, "I'll set an alarm and everything. I won't forget again."

"Good girl, such a sucker for my cock," he presses the tip in, "you'd do anything for it, wouldn't you?"

"Yes Jay."

"Come home to me everynight and let me worship you, don't you?"

"Ah huh."

"Well, not tonight, you've been a brat. So you'll be treated like one." He steps back, laughing as you fall to your knees on the floor, "you have 5 seconds to get on our bed, one," you clammer to get up, you knees almost buckling with excitement, "two," fuck getting up, you just start crawling as fast as you can as Jason steps around you, "three," you make it to the door as he slips his pants off, "four " you knees are scuffed from the wood but your almost there, "five," you hand lands on his thigh but you're not on the bed yet, "stupid girl can't even follow one direction," his hand grips your wrist, pulling you up and filling you tummy first onto the bed, "spread."

You drop your legs apart, and your knees only just hit the matress, and his mouth is upon you, devouring you whole. "You can't cum," he moans between your legs, "the only place my princess is coming tonight is on my cock."

"I can take it." You say, not so sure as his fingers press into you and his lips close over your clit. Your body starts to shake, your lip between your teeth as you try to push the feeling away. You can't cum, it's too soon and he'll fucking stop if you do. Your back starts to arch and as your ass pushes up Jason pulls away.

"I told you, Princess," he tuts at you, "You need to do what you're told." He grips your legs, pushing them upto your ears. His cock nudging at your pussy, "you going to take it for me?"

"I am."

"Do you want it?"

"Yes." You moan as his teeth sink into your thigh.

"Beg for it."

"Please Jay, please fuck me. I need it,"

"Louder."

"Please Jason, I need your cock."

"Good girl, see how good you can be for me when you try." He pushes in, his whole body pushing into yours as he grinds his girth down into you.

"Jason, I'm so close already." You pant, your nails digging into the hard flesh of his back.

"Not yet, Princess. I want you to wait for me," he grips your neck, forcing you to look up him, "be good for me and wait."

"I'll wait."

"I know you will," his free hand snakes between you massaging at your clit, "but I'm going to make it hard for you."

"Fuck, Jay," you press up into him, your chest pushing into his. Your whole body on fire as you try to hold your orgasm at bay.

"Tell me who owns you, Princess."

"You."

"Who do you belong too."

"You."

"Who loves you more than anyone else."

"JASON." You cry, trying to claw your way into his skin as your pussy start to pulse around him.

"You ready to cum?"

"Yes, so fuckin ready."

"One more minute," he teases, slowing down and grinding his pelvis into yours. Your lips mesh with his as he sticks his tongue down your throat. His hand grips even tighter on your throat, "I'm gunna cum if you keep looking at me with those eyes, Princess."

"Yes, please. Please. Please. Fill me up, Jay."

"Say it again."

"Fill me, I want your cum, Jason."

"Fuck, cum. Be my good girl and cum with me, cum while I fill your pussy full of me."

"Yes, Jay please," you grind up your pussy clenching as your toes flex and your lips bite down on his, your whole body lighting up as he pumps his cum deep inside you.

You keep going, riding out your high together. Your words a mumble of prayer and praise as you soothe your hands down his back.

"Princess," he breaths into your mouth, "you really had me worried, you know. You can't do that again. I don't care who you're with," he kisses your temple, your cheek, "when you're not here and I can't keep you safe. I need you to reassure me."

"I know, Jay. I really am sorry."

"Even if you've got Cassie with you,"

"She really is a badass. You know-"

"Promise me, you'll check in next time."

"I promise," you kiss him so sweetly on the mouth, "geeze you can even stalk me if it helps."

"Your giving me permission to stalk you?"

"If it helps you, baby. You can do whatever you want to me."

[tonberry-yoda]

You know I had to slide in here when the requests are open but congrats again on the 400 u have worked hard and earned it as ur writing is top tier and I can't wait to see the book that ur working on and I wish u lots of motivation , anyways on to my request I was wondering if u could write a (ofcourse) kakyoin x reader caught making out cause omfg I am a huge sucker for those kind of fics they have me kicking my feet and giggling all the time -♡

OMG HI!!! literally this is crazy because you send this to me right when i hit 400 and now im closer to 600?!?!?! like how crazy is that?? your kind words mean so so much to me always and a little update on the book, im hoping to finish it this year!!! no revisions or editing, just get the damn thing done so i can do the hard part! thank you again for all of the kind words and for being so so amazing. i hope you have a wonderful rest of your week and happy new year!! this is my first fic of 2023!!! <333

Caught - Noriaki Kakyoin

Pairing - Kakyoin x reader

Warnings - kakyoin being hot and cute <3

Word Count - 364

“Whoops,” Kakyoin giggled, “accidently” falling on top of you and pinning your arms to the couch. “My bad. I suppose I fell.”

You laughed as Kakyoin placed kisses up and down your neck, your hands gripping tighter to his.

“K-Kakyoin,” you laughed harder, trying to squirm out of the hold he had you in. “Noriaki, that tickles!!!” You accidentally kneed him in the gut, making him topple over in pain. “Oh, shit! Nori, are you okay?” You lifted his chin to find him smiling with tears pricking the corners of his eyes.

“I'm fine, y/n. You’re just so…” his voice fell to a purr next to your ear. “So strong.”

You blushed and jokingly pushed him away from you, but he just pulled you back and on top of him, holding you by the hips. “My… you look pretty up there.”

“Stop it, Nori. My face is already red enough, it doesn't need anymore.”

“I love you.” His voice was soft and sincere. God you loved him.

“I love you too.”

Kakyoin brought you down and your lips brushed against his. He pulled you closer somehow, his lips just on yours. His tongue slid into your mouth, making you shudder and he smiled into the kiss, holding the small of your back. You grabbed his hair and pulled him deeper into the kiss.

That’s when you both heard it, freezing, your lips on his lips.

Shit.

You looked up and saw the whole rest of the Stardust Crusaders giggling at you. You quickly pushed yourself off of Kakyoin and fell onto the floor. You moved your hair out of your eye, now heavy breathing.

“Shit. How long have you guys been here?”

Polnareff was the first to speak up after lifting his eyebrows at the two of you. “We just got here, don't worry.”

Joseph laughed and patted Polnareff on the back. “You two can get back to your little makeout session, but we leave in five minutes, so make it snappy.”

Sometimes there were downsides about traveling with friends.

You looked at Kakyoin, who smiled and helped you off the ground.

But most of the time, there were a lot of upsides.

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[spikesbunny]

♥︎ FOOL ♥︎

+ warnings: dom! fem reader, wlw relationship, fucking a jester(?), dry humping (dehya humps your foot), exhibitionism/slightly public sex, degration to an extent, dehya is a lioness/cat hybird, orgasm control

+ ft: jester! lioness! dehya x monarch! fem reader

+ wc: 0.5k

nsfw under cut, minors dni!!!

+ notes: i hope everyone knows im a sucker for dehya, praying my queen comes home! also im not sure where the idea for this came from, my brain just literally went "what if you were fucking your royal jester" and i said hell yea, get the lioness in here

reposting from @/roronoaism, all content is mine!!

as the monarch of your queendom, your every word is a command. every thing you do has a purpose, whether its for the good of a group or the entire queendom as a whole.

toying with the royal jester? well, that was more personal needs, but it still counts as helping the nation, as you were a tad bit less tempered.

it started off as an innocent game, truly. shooting her suggestive glances when she came to perform, whispering dirty secrets in her ear when she came up to ask how she did. it was just teasing - at first.

but it must not have been enough, the lioness' heartstrings being plucked at with every word.

how the jester ended up in front of you right now? it was quite the mystery.

the throne room was empty, except you and the lioness in front of you, desperately seeking friction on your golden high heels. her clothed cunt rubs against the material, wishing it was you inside her, wishing it was your fingers brushing her folds instead of the shimmering leather.

no words spill from her mouth, her brow knit in concentration. you bring two heavily decked-out fingers under her chin, forcing her to look up at you. as her blue eyes meet yours, the need and shame is apparent.

"my queen, why here?" she practically pants, her face burning with embarrassment. her lips were raw, her sharp fangs biting into them to prevent herself from whining, nervous of the guards standing outside the closed doors hearing the lewd acts.

your hand slaps her face, before grabbing her chin. "you don't question me, you obey" you hiss, a soft smirk returning to your red-tinted lips. "such a dirty whore, hm? humping your queen's foot like a desperate kitty."

a soft whine falls from the lioness' lips, her tail twitching. dehya's movements become more erratic, seeking her release as she chews her lips. with one swift kick of your foot, you push her off of you, a sob falling from the lady's lips.

"only good kitties get to cum, and yet you haven't thanked me. no praise from you, no nothing, you pathetic fool." your hand rest on the arm rest, the other holding your face up.

"now, come back here, thank me properly, and maybe i'll let you finally get your release, hm?"

tears fall from her eyes, smearing the jester's makeup, as she crawls back over to you, thank yous falling from her bloodied lips as she continues humping your foot with vigor.

she truly was your fool...

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[coolpeopleonlyexist]

Slut

Emily Davis x Jessica Riley, smut

"Oh look what the cat dragged in." emily groans in annoyance and rolls her eyes turning to see jessica, her ex-bestfriend "Its been a while since, ya know i got with your man." emily scowls crushing out the butt of her cigarette on the bottom of her shoe to flick it out the window next.

They were at a party sam decided to make at her house and currently emily was in sams room, she wanted to take a smoke just to get away from all the drunks and crazy people downstairs and also to get away from jess, so here she is leaning on the window smoking out in the air.

"Sam won’t like your smoking in her room." emily glares at her taking out another one just incase jess decides to leave "Do i look like i give a shit?" now its jessicas turn to roll her eyes "You should, she would kick you out." emily turns to her.

"Oh what, you care about that?" jess looks at her with her lip curled "No, im just saying. Though it would be satisifying to see sam drag you out of here." emily snaps her head up her lighter in hand "Fuck.You." emily begins to grip the lighter in her hand.

There was something that would burn in emilys chest every single time she saw jess but this time it was a different feeling, it wasn’t of love but hatred.

"What the hell do you want." emily growls her last puff of nicotine slipping out her lips blowing it into the air "Just wanted to see my dear friend." jess responds as she walks around the room picking things up to examine them and keeping her distance from emily, she makes sure to keep her eyes on the brunette because she knows emily will literally pounce up and drag her.

"We aren’t friends, we will never be. After what you fucking did!" jess looks emily a bit harder into her eyes to see that she was very close to crying, emily places a cigarette between her lips planing to just turn and walk away "I didn’t do anything, your man michael wanted me so i took the opportunity-" now that set emily off, she spit out the stick onto the floor. Jess made the mistake to turn her back on emily and before she realized emily takes a grip of her hair and slams her forehead into the wall.

"OW FUCK!" jess yells elbowing emily in the nose, that was a trick emily taught her when they were 9 'Just in case!' emily would say with a big grin but the emily now was glaring at her with anger and her teeth bared.

Emily shrieks as she lets go of jessicas hair to grab at her nose that was now spiling blood down her chin "How do you like that bitch!" emilys eyes snap open dodging jessicas sucker punch, giving jess a punch to the jaw making jessica grunt and look back up to emily though another punch was thrown and this time it was to her eye "SHIT!" emily grabs her by the collar of her shirt, bitch slapping jess which happened to split jessicas lip.

Jess pushes emily away "You fucking CUNT!" jess lands a punch on emilys temple knocking emily into the wall "I fucking hate you!" emily yells out.

Emily then grabs jessica by the waist and slams her down on the floor knocking the air out of her "Shit!" jess grunts out trying to push emily off her but to no avail.

Emily straddles jess with her knees on either side of jessicas hips trapping her under her, jess jumps up biting hard onto emilys collar bone til she felt something warm and metallic in her mouth "Fuck!" emily yells pushing jess down onto the floor before wrapping her hands around jessicas throat.

Jess grips on emilys hair making her grunt "GOD! fuck!" emily lets out a cry as jessica scratches her forearm "Stop that!" emily picks jess up by the neck and slams her down making jessica let out a pained groan "Let me go! You bitch." jessica began to thrust her hips up trying to push emily off "Get OFF-" jess gets cut off by a punch to her nose "OW!" she lets out a whine.

She knew she didn’t stand a chance to fighting with emily because emily didn’t show mercy, was very vicious and brutal during fights. She has seen the brunette fight women and knock men out, its as if seeing a bear fight a bird.

Emily squeezes her hands making jessica cough "God- fuck." emily lets out a chuckle "I prefer when your like this. With your fucking mouth shut and at my mercy." jess let out a moan as emily squeezes her hands again, sick fucker.

Emily glares down at her "I fucking despise you." jess lets out a whimper when emilys grip tightens even more. Jessicas eyes roll to the back of her head "I don’t understand why michael chose you of all people." jess groans "isn’t it obvious?" she coughed out.

"Enlighten me, how a man doesn’t have sex with a girl for a good month and he decides to run to the nearest slut." emilys look in her eyes seem as if she is now close to snapping jessicas neck "Thats the thing, you could never pleasure him but i can." emily smirks "He just likes having useless idiotic cum dumpsters with him, so he went to get with you after he realized i was none of those. Baby." emily purr’s with a smile "Tell me, how many times he has came inside you and just turned around and fell asleep. Im sure he has a streak of doing that." jess bites down on her bottom lip "Your just his little whore." emily places one of her hands on jessicas chin "And thats all you will ever be." emily wraps her hands around jessicas neck again to squeeze til jess coughs.

Jess squirms 'Oh god, why is this making me horny.' jess couldn’t really lie at the fact she was a bit into getting man handled but what she didn’t understand was why at THIS moment her body decided it was fucking hungry for emily fucking davis.

She thought those feelings went away when she got with mike, she HOPED they would go away after she got with mike but she was wrong when she looks down to see emilys skirt hiked up showing her underwear resulting in jessica feel even more bothered.

Jess snaps out of her adrenaline to realize her clit was throbbing painfully against the tight jeans she swore, but it is hitting just the right spot she couldn’t help but squirm.

No man neither mike has ever turned her on like this and emily wasn’t even trying to be sexy or to get her like this but she was, she didn’t even know what was going on in jessicas head.

She fixed her look back on Emily and noticed how beautiful the light of sams bedroom made her. Her skin looks so soft and her lips look wet from her own blood. 'No.' Thought Jess, and this time she actually kept the thought in her head instead of verbalizing it. 'Her lips look soft too..like pillows. FUCK.'

Emily realizes the looks jessica is giving her, the eyes to lips to eyes again and how shes biting down on her bottom lip with a flushed face then soon the realization hits emily so hard.

Emily glares down at her with a disgusted snarl "Oh my god.. your enjoying this, aren’t you." jess smirks letting out a cough as emilys grip tightens to indicate she wants a response from the blonde "What can i say, i like it a little rough." from her high-pitched pants and gasps she guessed the same was true of emily, but she knew she wasn’t going to give it up. not yet ofcourse.

Emily picks up jess by the throat and slams her down on the floor again earning a cry from jess "Emily!" emilys nails dug into jessicas flesh, jess swore she could feel her skin break from emilys sharp nails as something warm went down her neck "Your going to-" jess gasps, her lips parting.

"Kill me!" emily ignores her watching as her eyelids flutter "I hope i do, you fucking crazy bitch." jess knew emily would and could kill her right now if she wanted too, she knew emily could snap her neck and leave her here without a care in the world.

Though instead emily leans into jessicas lips in a sloppy mash of skin and teeth, jessica groans when she tastes emily. She tastes of blood and cigarettes as well as the cherry lipgloss she always wore.

Emily was still choking her as they clash teeth and lips, she then bit down on jessicas bottom lip breaking the skin making her to yelp "Ow!" blood began to appear but emily looks at her with anger before leaning in again and each time jessica would try to pull away she would let out an angry groan and squeeze jessicas throat.

Emily pulls away when she was out of breath, jessica was so dizzy from the cut of air and emilys strong rich perfume and she was overwhelmed by all of this. It was happening so fast, they both have boyfriends! This is insane.

Emily slides her hand down jessicas jeans to press her fingers on her dampened underwear, looking at her with a glare when jess arches her back and leans her head more into the floor with a ragged sigh "God, your fucking messed up." jess smirks up at her "Your just as turned on as me." they both know its true theres no denying it, jessica could feel emilys heat on her stomach due to the fact emily was already showing the arousal soaked underwear. Jessica decides to thrust her hips up to press her stomach on emilys crotch "Fuck-" emily grunts "See? Just like me sweetie." emily glares down at jessica as she presses even more down on her stomach beginning to grind down on her abdomen, jessica smirks "Keep going."

Jess pushes the hem of emilys top up to just rest her palms against her stomach, her nails digging into her skin leaving marks on her pale skin "Your lucky im even LETTING you touch me you slut." jess smirks at her as emily grinds against her faster "Aren’t i lucky- ohh right t-there." jessicas eyelids flutter as emily brushes her fingers on her clit to go down to her entrance, jessicas back arches when emily presses her clit.

"This is fucking filthy, this is not sex. This is FUCKING, you know the difference." emily growls as she gives a sharp thrust into jess "Fuhhckk!" jess moans as she feels herself stretch around emilys two fingers, its so intense its making her head spin.

Emily stares down at her watching as whimpers and moans slip out from jessicas lips "Look at me, i want to watch you crumble." jessica immediantly complies as she sees the hungry look emily has in her eyes.

Jess moans as emily thrusts even harder inside curling her fingers up "Fuck! yes yes right there! Keep going oh fuck." though emily pulls away "Wait no, emily!" jess whines with her voice all shaky "What are you doing!" emily smirks as she grinds slowly "Beg me." jess glares at her "You fucking bitch." emily begins to circle around the blondes swollen clit. Jess lets out a plead "Em." jutting her hips up "Emily," jess whimpers "Not enough, jessica our time is limited until somebody finds us here. And i don’t want to have to explain." jess looks at emily through frustrated tears, her thighs tightened as she watches emily roll her hips letting out a moan of pleasure.

Jess watches as emily kept rubbing herself onto her stomach letting out whines and it made jessica want to touch her but she knew emily wouldn’t let her do that so instead she should just finish this while watching her "Please emily." her voice a low needy rasp "Good girl." emily plunges her three fingers inside, it hurt so good. Emily chokes jess to keep her from moaning loud "Sh-it." emily growls "Look at me, jessica." jess looks at emily, god she looks beautiful. Her hair was a mess from jess tugging on it, her nose had dried blood going to her chin, her lipstick was smudged and her mascara was also smudged and jessica felt her arousal smear on her stomach "Fuck." emily whimpers arching her back, jess lets out a chuckle "You look beautiful." jess begins to sit up trying to go for a kiss but emily presses her back down "No, thats too much." emily shakes her head, they both knew it was too passionate but jess didn’t care so she thought it wouldn’t hurt if she tried.

Jess just wonders how she looks compared to emily, she knows she looks like a fucking mess. Emily smirks "Your such a slut." jess nods too much of a moaning mess to reply "Getting fucked by an ex-bestfriend, after getting with her boyfriend?" emily lets out a laugh "You fucking whore, was it worth it?" jess didn’t respond "Im sure it was worth it, because look at you now. You look like you have never been fucked before." jess lets out a whine as emily slides out just to plunge back in "Im gonna make sure i enjoy this." emily squeezes her throat.

The pain hurt so good and more arousal began to build up as air was cut off from her lungs, jess lets out a choked out moan as her eyes roll to the back of her head and her back arches "Im-im cumming-" emily smirks "Go ahead jessica." emily squeezes her again.

"Emily," jess grunts as she tenses as the orgasm hits her like a fucking bus, her whole body burning as she comes down from her high. Emily was still thrusting inside slowly watching her intensely "Jessica." emily pulls out of her "You are a fucking freak." jessica lets out a grunt as emily slid back in "Em- i can’t do another-" emily shakes her head "I know you can jessica." soon the door was slammed open making emily give jess a sharp thrust resulting in jessica letting out a moan of pain or pleasure, emily pulls out of her fast going back to choking her out.

They seemed to be fighting but in reality it was just a bit rough fucking, matt pulled emily off of jess "Em! thats enough!" emilys hand was a bit sticky but he decides to ignore it "Jess! You alright?!" mike picks up jess noticing her pants being unbuttoned though his concern was of jess and her pretty face "Jess?" jess huffs.

"Nothing- this bitch fucking pounced on me." emily growls at her and moves foward again "I'll fucking kill you-" matt pulls her back again "Em! calm down." jess smirks as emily lets out a growl "We can continue what we started, next time." jess looks at emilys sticky hand thats hanging uselessly by her side, licking her lips as she looks at emilys soaked underwear.

"Your fucking insane." emily looks at her hungrily and seeing that she squeezed her thighs jessica knew there would be a next time.

[kingkennny10]

Pink Picasso

Craig Tucker x gn!Reader

fluff/hurt/comfort cause im a sucker for his stoic ass, basically despite everything bad happening around yall you can depend on eachother and have eachother through everything, everything is pretty gn, i did put the prefix ‘mx’ in there once, feel free to read it with which ever prefix you prefer!!

Today was a particularly draining day for you, stress from work and just overall just feeling upset. After work you came home and flopped into bed with a groan ready to sleep the day away. You drifted off for a couple hours until your phone ringing woke you up. It was your boyfriend Craig, you were shocked and began to panic. You had a date night planned tonight and you forgot all about it. You picked up the facetime call with a frown.

“Baby, I’m sorry, I fell asleep after work.” You said sadly into the phone. He had a little smile on his face as he heard your voice.

“That’s alright honey, I figured when you didnt text after an hour. Come let me in.” He said as he got out his car. You heard his door shut from out your window and smiled dragging yourself out of bed to your front door. He hung up the phone and knocked on the door. When you opened it he held out a bouquet of lavender for you to take. “Some relaxing flowers to start off out night of relaxation. How you feeling honey?” He asked as you let him walk in taking the flowers. You knew he could tell how tired you looked, you couldn’t do anything about it now.

“Tired and stressed, works been a lot lately.” You said with a sigh, he grabbed the flowers from you and placed them on a nearby counter and wrapped you up in a big hug. You finally let it all out as you wrapped your arms around him, you let your tears flow. “I’m sick of dealing with all these sucky people all the time. It sucks, it sucks real bad.” You sobbed muffled into his chest. He pet your head gently and rocked you side to side. Even though he wasn’t doing the most, it helped you so much knowing he was here for you.

“I know baby, I know.” He said quietly. You held onto him tightly, not wanting to let him go. Is this really all you needed to help your stress? Your body didn’t seem to ache as much as it did when you got into bed.

“Why do people think its okay to treat others like shit? Just because they don’t know me they think its alright, that it’s not gonna effect me! It’s bullshit, it’s all bullshit.” Craig placed a kiss on the top of your head and rested his chin there now rubbing soothing circles on your back. Despite his lack of response he’s helping you so much by just being there for you. His touch seemed to heal all your stress and anxiety. The tears slowly stopped as you began to let yourself be in this moment with him.

“Cmon, lets get you in the bath and I’ll order us some food.” He said after a couple minutes like this. You nodded pulling away from his chest. He grabbed your hand leading you to your room. “Grab some comfy clothes, I’m gonna start the water.” He said now making his way to the bathroom. You brought your clothes and towels with you to the bathroom and watched quietly and he glided his hand through the bubbly water.

“Thank you baby.” You said quietly making him jump. He turned and smiled at you holding his other hand out for you to come closer. You obliged standing next to him resting your head atop his. He was sat on the edge of the tub, one arm around you an the other in the bath water.

“What do you think about steak n shake?” He asked looking up at you as he stopped the water. You smiled and nodded.

“Do I get a milkshake?” You asked setting your clothes and towel down. He laughed at your question.

“Yea you’re gettin your own, cause I’m not sharing mine.” He said getting up and out of your way. You frowned at him for knowing you’d drink his.

“Can I at least try yours?” You asked with puppy eyes. He rolled his eyes with a laugh.

“Yea I guess, but you can’t have it if you end up liking it.” Craig said leading you to sigh. “Im gonna go put the flowers up and order the food. Shout if you need me.” He placed a kiss on your nose before he left the bathroom leaving the door cracked. You smiled to yourself as you undressed and got in the hot water. The whatever tension was left in your body left quickly as you sunk into the bubbly water. After about 15 minutes there was a knock at the bathroom door before Craig walked in.

“There you are, I was worried you got lost.” You teased and he rolled his eyes with a fake laugh. He had his keys in hand as he knelt down beside the tub.

“Im gonna go pick up the food, when you get out you wanna set up the room for a movie? Im thinking rom coms.” He said running a hand through your damp hair. He knew what he was doing suggesting rom coms.

“Ooo feeling cheesy today huh?” You teased making him laugh.

“Yeah yeah, it’s cause I love you and know Adam Sandler will make you feel better.” He said and poked your forehead. Now its your turn to laugh.

“You know me too well Mister Tucker. And yes I would love to set up movie night!” You said with a bright smile. Everything Craig has done for you today has made all the weight you felt earlier disappear, you have no worries with him around and he knows it.

“Alright Mx. Tucker, the next time you see me I’ll have a bunch of food and milkshakes. Don’t drown while I’m gone please!” He placed a kiss on your lips and left you red faced in your bath. You spent 5 more minutes in the warm water before getting out to dry off and get dressed. You cut on the fairy lights in your room as to keep it dim and set up the tv. You walked over to the kitchen to grab a bottle of water and noticed the lavender in a vase on the counter there.

“Not one for placement is he.” You said to yourself. You breathed in the fresh scent from the flowers before moving it to the coffee table in the living room. You went to go lay back down in the bed and wait for Craig who showed up 5 minutes later. “Welcome home honey!” You said happily from your spot on the bed. He placed 2 bags of food down on the bed and the shakes on the bedside table before he climbed in the bed and squished you into a hug.

“Thats something I’m gonna need to hear more often.” He said and peppered your face in kisses. “Let’s eat!” He said and brought the bags of food to your laps.

“Thank you for this Craig. I really needed it.” You said opening up your food. He leaned over placing a kiss at your temple and then nudged you with his shoulder before he spoke.

“If you’re not happy I’m not happy. You mean the everything to me and I don’t want you being so stressed out over work. No matter how everyone else treats you, I’m always gonna be here to wash it away. I need you to remember that whenever you’re upset.” He said and you rested your head on his shoulder. He wrapped an arm around you. “I wanna marry you one day, and if I can’t keep you happy, how am I gonna make that happen?” He asked rhetorically, you laughed at how cheesy he was being.

“You’re such a loser Craig.” You laughed and he could only scoff. “I love you.” You said and kissed his cheek.

“I love you too honey.” He replied and gave you a kiss on the lips.

Yea yea, craig might be out of character, what about it!?!?!!! I just need sappy ol craig an milkshakes, thank you!! i had to fight every urge in my body to make him say sugar, i just really like sugar as a pet name i guess, but i kept it “canonical” by having him say honey, 😞

[elsfairy]

Sorry to bother you again, but do you have any more SevikaxTall!Reader headcanons

─── SEVIKAxTALL!READER HEADCANONS

ઇ She gets shy when you’re both laying in bed together, your head is a little higher on the pillows, whereas as her is lower, and she can’t contain the shy smile forming on her lips when you start tucking strands of her hair behind her ear.

ઇ Won’t ever admit to it to you or anyone, but she loves being able to rest her head on your chest when you’re in a deep conversation with someone at the bar, arm around her waist, and fingers running through her hair.

ઇ Really loves joking around with you & randomly grabbing a stool from out of nowhere to stand on just to see the way you roll your eyes, and hear you laugh. “You’re so silly. Now come here and kiss me”

ઇ Completely malfunctions when you grasp her chin between your fingers to tilt her head up just to kiss her. Or when you’re the one having to lean down.

ઇ Girl loves your piggyback rides. She doesn’t care if she’s an adult, she loves the way you bend down for her to jump on your back. She’s literally obsessed with how tall you are.

ઇ A sucker when you joke around and call her shorty or tiny. Heart eyes at you the entire time.

ઇ She’s always admiring just how tall you really are. Especially when she’s sat on the chair, and you’re just towering over everyone else, including her without a single care. Girl is damn near ready to marry you.

ઇ Most of the time she’s caught off guard when you hold the door open for her, as she’s so easily able to slip under your arm, and honestly forgets how to speak English. You’re tall, she’s gay-dreaming for a while, leave her alone.

ઇ Okay but, play fighting? Where she’s trying so hard to put you in a headlock but she can’t because she can’t reach your neck? So instead she huffs and complains (even though she’s lying right through her teeth) and tells you to stop growing so she can for once, put you in the headlock this time.

ઇ Her heart melts when you wrap your arm around her shoulder and pull her into you, her face tucked in your side comfortably. “You’re either getting taller again or im shrinking because what the hell?”

ઇ Constantly bragging to her small friend circle about how tall you are compared to anyone she’s been with before. She’s proud that you’re a giant.

ઇ She’s a pervert and will gawk shamelessly at the way your shirt rides up when you’re reaching up & grabbing things off a high shelf.

ઇ Overall she’s obsessed with your height. It fascinated her because she’s never met anyone taller than her until she met you of course. Now she’s the little spoon every night.

you're not bothering me, baby. sorry it took me so long. I don't know how to write about someone who is taller than me, but <3 i tried my best.

[junosartsthetic]

Hi hi helloooo im having a bit of polnareff brainrot and id like to ask for a scenario where the sdc crew gets a lady crewmember with a strictly healing stand, but does all the fighting herself. On the battlefield she's a monster but when healing she's the sweetest mother hen and she gets really close to pol bc he's always getting hurt. These two are the best of friends who (not so) secretly have the major hots for eachother. Like to the point where even Avdol is like "jesus, get a fuckin room"

Hurt

This was such a cute prompt, thank you so much for suggesting it! I changed a few things up a tad but I hope it still meets your standards! I too am having Polnareff brainrot. Actually, I think it’s less of a rot and more of a sucker fish that has permanently attached itself. Basically, I love him. Okay. Enough of me. Anyway, enjoy.

Warning(s): suggestive content, Polnareff is naked, sexual undertones, tension, voyeurism mention, Jean's dick is mentioned (oops), nothing too bad.

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The situation you found yourself in was nothing new—sitting beside an injured Jean Pierre Polnareff as your stand worked its magic patching him up. It was so un-new, in fact, that you had been in the same situation almost everyday for the last month. And as much as you loved helping your companions out after scuffles on the battlefield, there was a point where you had to speak up about a certain Frenchman’s bad luck streak. 

“Jean,” you began, examining the blood running down from the gash in his brow bone, “I know you’re not doing this intentionally, but I can’t help but wonder what curse has latched itself onto you. My stand has no issues patching you up, but I do like to use it for more than just nursing your wounds, you know. I should be out there fighting.” You pressed a damp cloth to a scratch on his cheek while your stand worked on quickly stitching up the slit above his eyes. Though having a precise stand that utilized razor-sharp threads and cauterizing abilities was more than useful for healing, you also yearned to assist your other friends in fighting off the stand user just a few blocks away from your hotel. Of course, Polnareff just had to anger Iggy directly beforehand, leading to his current facial injuries. 

“How do you think I feel?” the silver-haired man shot back, a hand resting on his chin as he pouted. “I haven’t had a break since I started this journey! I’m not even a Joestar, so why am I always the one getting hurt?” He gestured to the various scars littering his exposed arms and upper torso. 

“Well, technically this time was your fault—you know Iggy doesn’t like being picked up unless he says so,” you said, leaning forward on your chair to look closely at his now sewn injuries. 

“He’s a dog. He doesn’t say anything,” Jean huffed, crossing his arms and turning his head away. You rolled your eyes, grabbing his chin to recenter him. Patching him up would go a lot quicker if he quit squirming around like a fussy toddler.

“You know what I mean. He’s smarter than you think. Plus, he’s a sweetheart when he warms up to you, you know.” Your hands moved gently over his facial features, double-checking each cut was sewn and cauterized. Were you slightly over-dramatic when it came to checking your work? Yes. But you’d never forgive yourself if one of your patch-works went wrong. As something of a caretaker for the crew, you held yourself to the highest standards. 

“Are you finished yet?” he whined, crinkling up his nose when you brushed your thumb against the tip of it, wiping off a smear of dirt. You licked your thumb, repeating your actions. Jean reeled back, swatting your hands away. “Okay, okay, okay. I think that’s good. No need for saliva.” His normally pale face grew red, highlighting the soft freckles dotting his cheeks.

“I was getting some dirt off. Calm down. I don’t have cooties,” you muttered, shooing him away. “You look fine. Now go lay down or something. You look like you have a fever.”

“I’m fine,” he replied curtly, brushing off your comment. “You’re not my mom. Don’t worry so much.” He stood up, heading towards the bathroom. “I’m taking a shower. Let me know if you hear anything from the others.” 

“Whatever,” you said, dismissing his attitude. You couldn’t blame him for the sour mood—he must’ve been in pain constantly from all his little cuts and bruises. Even with your stand, you couldn’t take away the pain, no matter how much you wanted to. Your heart sank thinking about all that Jean had gone through. He had it rough, but still managed to put on a charismatic face. You didn’t know how he found it within him, but adored his personality, nonetheless. You adored everything about him, actually. Every little freckle spotting his cheeks. Every scar littering his broad shoulders and muscled arms. Every silver hair that stood atop his head. You just. . . loved him. And though you tried not to let it show, it was obvious. It wasn’t just Polnareff’s wounds that had you always at his side—it was also your insistence to heal every little scratch you could.

Others you’d stitch up major wounds, making sure they’d live, but with Polnareff. . . It was different. You didn’t want him to just survive. You wanted to take away his pain. Not just physically. But emotionally.

You wanted to scream at him for always putting himself in danger. He always had to play the knight in shining armor. He always had to call out his stand, fighting off everything that tried to touch you. He always had to protect you. And for what? All he got in return were scars. No amount of chastising would stop him. And you hated it. Hated his determination. Hated that he cared too much to let anything happen to you.

You didn’t understand why it was only you. But it didn’t matter. You just wanted this trip to be over so he’d never have to put his life on the line to protect you again. 

A loud thud scattered your thoughts. You jumped out of your chair, heart thumping hurriedly as you raced to the bathroom door. You knew it came from inside the room. Was he attacked? Was he okay? Did you miss a wound? Not sparing a second, you threw open the door, examining the room. There was no enemy. No blood. No death. Only a soaking wet Polnareff, laying on the ripped off shower curtain. You were relieved. He must’ve just tripped and fell. Otherwise, he looked okay. More than okay, actually. He looked. . . well he looked like a very attractive naked man now staring at you, an unreadable expression on his face. You quickly rebooted yourself, staring at the ground. “You okay?” you asked, looking at him through your peripheral. You wanted to respect his privacy, but also something told you that he had to have some sort of bodily injury from tumbling out of the shower, especially given his luck. That’s the only reason you were trying to sneak a peek. That’s all. 

“I’m starting to think I am cursed. I get in the shower, start it up, when out of the blue my knee cramps up, and next thing I know I’m tripping over the damn shower curtain! Mon Dieu!” he exclaims, sitting up and running a hand through his wet hair. You noticed blood begin to trickle down his forehead, and quickly lept in to investigate. You knelt down beside him, disregarding his flustered features as you looked at the damage. You brushed his hand away from his head, combing through his hair to spot a thin scrape just under his hairline. You knew it. Of course he’d manage to hurt himself in the few seconds he was alone. And just after you had healed him, too. 

Not wasting a second, you summoned your stand, making quick sutures and cauterizing it gently before Jean even got a chance to speak. You leaned back just enough to take in his full face, hands gently raking through his long silver locks, feeling for any bumps or blood. You felt nothing, and so retreated your hand, letting out a sigh of relief. 

“I’m starting to think I can’t leave you alone,” you muttered, closing your eyes as you rubbed your temples. “Do I have to give you baths now, too?”

“Only if you join me—”

“Don’t be nasty,” you interrupted, smacking his bare chest. “You know I don’t like when you flirt with me just for the fun of it. Anyway, don’t kill yourself taking a shower. I’ll be outside.” You said, straightening yourself up. You took one step forward before your foot slid against the now wet floor, sending you reeling backwards. You squeezed your eyes shut, hoping nothing would break after you made contact with the bathroom tile. 

Instead of bare tile, you crashed into Jean, who quickly cradled you against his chest, dampening your clothes and smushing you against his naked body. You caught your breath, eyes wide as you took in your situation.

“Who’s got bad luck now, hmm?” he chuckled, breath tickling your neck. 

You internally debated as to whether this was the best or worst situation you’d ever been in. One one hand, you were wrapped in the arms of the man you’d been pining after for months. On the other. . . You couldn’t actually think of any downside. Embarrassment? Possibly. But at least it couldn’t get any worse.

The hotel door swung open, and your fellow crusaders stepped inside, Avdol leading the way. Of course the bathroom door was still wide open, with you still in the lap of a naked Polnareff, who was currently using your body to shield himself from their gaze.

Avdol glanced your way briefly before double-taking. His eyes went wide. “If you must participate in. . . whatever you are currently doing, please have the decency to close the door or get a different room.” 

You scrambled to get up, but Jean’s grip on your body remained. “What do you think you’re doing?" you hissed.

“I would very much like to avoid exposing myself!” he shot back.

“Well I’d very much like it if I wasn’t forced to be your human shield! Plus, I can feel your dick poking me!” Silently, Avdol shut the door. He was not about to continue to bear witness to the scene before him. Whatever was happening, he did not want to be a part of it.

Jean finally loosened his grip, and you rushed upwards, grabbing a towel off the rack and tossing it to him. “I am never checking on you again,” you panted, cheeks burning as you tried desperately to forget the feeling of his skin pressed against yours. “Now the rest of them think we’ve got some weird voyeurism thing going on! This is not how I wanted to see you naked!” you blurted out. 

He stifled a laugh, standing as he wrapped the towel around his waist. The white fabric did little to mask his nude form. “You wanted to see me naked? Oh, mon ange, I am flattered, but you could have simply asked.”

“Oh, God. I didn’t mean to say that out loud. I meant that—” there was no getting out of this one. In a panic, you just admitted your attraction, and you knew damn well he wasn’t going to let it go. “Look. I am attracted to you. Okay? But I don’t want that to impact our current friendship or the group as a whole and—”

He closed the distance between the two of you, pushing you against the bathroom wall. A large hand reached to caress your burning cheeks. They mimicked his own red visage, which looked suddenly serious. “I swear I am serious when I say this—I have felt the same way, but never had the confidence to confess. Knowing my bad luck, it wouldn’t have worked out in my favor. But now that I know the feelings are mutual . . I am afraid I don’t know if I’ll be able to resist.”

Your entire body was frozen, eyes staring at his own blue ones, looking for any kind of laughter or jest. You saw only passion. “Jean. . .” you whispered. “Just don’t break my heart. Okay?”

“Never, mon cherie, never.”

He closed the gap, lips pressing against your own.

[astxrwar]

Ngl, your physical therapy Bucky had me giggling and kicking my feet, blushing in the club rn.

I'm a SUCKER for touch starved - forced proximity - nice older guy and holy shit how are you even alive RCs. Lololol, you live like this vibes. Totally not for personal reasons...👀

Ugh. That gave me life. I'm not encouraging that story in the future but man... I am encouraging that story in the future lololol

AUGH YOU’RE ENCOURAGING MY BRAINROT i was walking to lab today and my brain came up with More Stuff for this because of course it did

imagining everything sort of comes to a head when you run into him while Out bar hopping or at a club or something with friends. and he’d be there with steve and sam and nat and your friends are Drunk and upon meeting him are like “omg you’re right he IS really hot!1!!” which is just like. AUGH PLEASE SHUT UP!!!! DO NOT SAY THAT IN FRONT OF HIM! anyway both groups end up leaving at the same time and you end up on the same subway line and then getting off at the same stop because you apparently live near each other. imagining almost tripping catastrophically on that little gap between the train and the platform and he’s like. jesus christ okay I understand how you keep injuring yourself you’re hopeless. making jokes about how he feels like it'd be irresponsible to let you walk the rest of the way home alone (his apartment is closer to the station than yours) and you're just like. laughing it off. he's just generally a flirty guy, teases everyone, yeah it makes you feel all warm and good-nervous but it's not like he's serious. except it's summer and rainy season and when you guys get to his apartment it starts to POUR!! and in NYC especially lately (thanks climate change!) the rain can get INSANE so im imagining him being like. ah geez do you want to just come in for a bit until the rain stops there's no way you're walking in this. and he’s Drunk and you’re also Drunk but it’ll be fine! your phone weather app thing says it'll be over in twenty minutes and yeah you definitely don't want to walk in it, you'd get home soaked and city rain is nasty.

you nearly trip taking off your shoes (i do this all the time. augh) and cue more playful teasing about how absolutely Hopeless you are. puttering around in the kitchen like ‘do you want… i dunno, like, a tea, or something?” (sure) (why not) meanwhile it’s still POURING. you guys start talking about just like. whatever. random stuff. and eventually he mentions how you're a lot more comfortable rn than during PT, to which you reply (because you're drunk) that it's because he's not, like. touching you. Bucky's some combination of flattered/pleased/endeared by that, cocky little grin and "oh, yeah?" and all, and you're just like. whatever, man, at this point it's not like it's a secret, and he'd said that people are like this with him a lot, so. Except-- he says this as he's crossing the kitchen, maybe you're not looking at him, watching the rain, but you can hear his voice getting closer behind you-- what he'd actually said is that a lot of people find him attractive. not that a lot of people REACT to him the way you do.

when you turn back from the window he's standing pretty close, leaned against the same stretch of kitchen counter, and he reaches out for the little ceramic mug of tea you have clutched in your hands, but doesn't take it from you. you manage to stumble through asking him what he's doing; minimizing collateral damage, he says, his mouth twitching up at the corners; you immediately drop the mug as soon as his fingers brush the curve of your cheek, and that little almost-smile breaks into a a full-blown grin as he sets it safely on the countertop.

you're real fuckin' cute, you know that? he says.

oh-- c'mon, that's no fair, you mumble in protest, now you're--

he tips your chin up with his fingers and you lose track of whatever you'd been saying like somebody'd reached in your head and grabbed hold of your train of thought, pulled it until it snapped right in two.

--you're doing it on purpose, you finish feebly.

yeah, he agrees. yeah, I am.

(the rain is long over by the time you actually end up leaving. oop.)

[naraven]

hehehe my secret santa for this year was @perpetualcynicism !! im somewhat of a lurker on your blog so it was a fun surprise to know that you were my secret santa LOL

yeah maybe i should've done another character besides cyno, but im a sucker for genshin's resident yu gi oh player so i hope you enjoy :'D

ps. the snow jokes took way too long to make... like i literally had to look them up and it was painful...

wc / 1.6k

cw / fluff, snow, painfully unfunny snow puns

“What’s winter like in Sumeru, Cyno?”

The snow haired man blinks as you lean into him more. He lets his arm relax as you swing both your hands back and forth. You lean forward to properly see his face.

“It depends. The desert or the forest?”

He watches your face scrunch up into your thinking face, hand on your chin, “The desert?”

“Well, it gets even colder than usual. It still retains the dryness, and sometimes it even snows.”

“Wow, snow in the desert? That sounds pretty cool, actually!”

“If you’d like, we could go to Aaru village to see if it snows. Candace actually told me that there’s already a thin layer of frost on the ground.”

“Really? Then let’s get packing, I want to see the snow!”

Cyno breathes out a quiet laugh at your enthusiasm. He wasn’t planning on bringing you to his home village so soon, but celebrating Christmas with you there didn’t sound bad at all.

He helps you pack your clothes, forcing you to bring more than one jacket because no you will actually freeze to death, please bring thicker clothing- and with his own cloak, prepare to leave within the next couple days.

He opts to take the route that didn’t lead to Port Ormos, instead straight to Caravan Ribat. Along the way you spotted more and more snow as you approached the Wall of Samiel. Cyno watches as you step on the white ice and complain about how your feet are cold and wet.

“This is what you get for stepping on snow with just sandals on, [Y/N].”

“Cyno, I think my toes are gonna fall off…”

“Again, this is what you get. We’re almost there, let’s greet Candace first and we can warm up afterwards.”

Candace greets you warmly, a stark contrast to her misty breath as she talks. She leads the two of you to an empty guest house, complete with an empty fireplace filled with wood. Cyno tucks a blanket around your shoulders, effectively turning you into an armless bundle of warmth.

“Cyno, Cyno, look! It swooshes around like wings!”

Cyno looks on as you spin and sway to show how the blanket hugged your body. The light from the newly lit fireplace encompasses the living room area with comforting warmth.

“It does. Make sure you don’t get angry, that’ll really ruffle your feathers.”

“That was so bad.”

You try hitting him with your blanket wings, trying as best you could to wack his arm. Cyno grips your blanket.

“Did you get it? Birds ruffling their feathers means-”

“I know what it means, let go! It’s gonna fall off and I’m cold.”

Cyno pulls you down and you land on him with a muted “oof-” as he holds you close.

“Alright, are you warm enough to go see the snow for real now? You really wanted to see snow, it’s best to see it before it turns into ice.”

Your neck snaps up to beam him a smile that stretched from ear to ear. He pats your head before you can squirm.

“Yes, please! Let’s go, I’ll bundle up properly this time!”

He watches you inch yourself up, much like a worm, and go to your bedroom to grab thicker and longer clothes. He himself puts on his usual travelling cloak with some thicker shoes. He made sure to grab some proper shoes before you two left, knowing you probably didn’t have anything to protect your feet.

He fastens up your footwear for you and before he can even stand up you’re already out the door. You’re barely a foot out the door before your breathe fogs up and clouds your vision. You turn back to see Cyno stand up and close the door behind him, hood pulled up. You tug at his hand, feet tracking footprints into the frosty floor.

“Where’re we going first? I want to see how snow falls first, I’ve never seen it snowing!”

“Is that so? I’m not sure if it will snow, but we can go out further into the desert to see how much snow there is.”

He guides you to outside Aaru Village. Eremites were probably hiding inside their camps more and more but he’s cautious enough to bring his weapon. He looks around the large open field as you bounce around in the white backdrop.

And after he looks around for a second, he’s pelted on his arm by a cold ball hurdling at him. He hears your laugh as he shakes the snow off him. As you turn around to make another one, you feel a freezing sensation on your side as you shriek at the cold.

“Agh, chill out Cyno! Ahhh, I’m sorry, have mercy!”

You bundle up some more snow in your palms, ready to assault Cyno with another snowball. Before you stand up, your vision turns white. You wipe your face and your nose tingles with the urge to sneeze. You blink and line up your shot to Cyno.

He dodges your snowball and you curse under your breath. Curse him, that shot was right to your face! You can still feel the coolness on your cheek and eyes, finally sneezing after being pelted right in your nose.

The spontaneous snowball fight ends when you collapse onto the floor butt first, laying down on the cold ground. Your quick exhales turn cloudy and disappear as soon as they come.

Cyno’s footsteps crunch on the icy floor, getting louder and louder as he approaches. Turning your neck to look at him, you’re greeted with his towering figure and the lightness of the sky above.

“Are you ok? The cold is snow joke.”

You threw a handful of snow at him.

“I’m sorry beloved, I’ll give you something warm to drink.”

You sneeze into a tissue, sniffling. The snow got to you harder than you thought. Cyno’s hands felt colder than usual on your cheeks and forehead, eyebrows furrowed the tiniest bit.

“Do you need anything else? Do you want to go to bed?”

He bites the inside of his cheek when you shake your head with a light groan. He tucks the blanket tighter around you and figures out what to get you to drink.

Tea, coffee, maybe some warm milk? You would want something sweet, wouldn’t you? Shuffling around the kitchen, Cyno opens cabinet after cabinet to see if Candace had anything that would make you feel a bit better. That was when a packet of cocoa fell off a certain shelf. Inspecting it closer, Cyno decides to grab some sugar before warming up some milk.

You wake up groggily and congested to the sight of Cyno holding a mug. When you sit up, you adjust the blanket around your shoulders so you could extend your hands to Cyno.

“What’s this?”

He leans against your torso, hair ticking your side, “Some hot cocoa. Something warm and sweet when it’s snowing is something you would enjoy, isn’t it?”

You take a cautious sip, not wanting to burn your mouth. The sweetness of the drink slowly warms your body. Cyno smiles when you let out a content sigh and lean back into the couch. His arms wrap around you and you lay your hand on his forehead. “

Wait, Cyno, you’re pretty warm too! I can’t believe I made you do all that when you were also sick…”

He puts his own hand to his head, feeling the unusually warm heat being emanated from his own self. He didn’t even realize he had a fever either, it seems.

“It’s fine, I wasn’t aware I was sick either.”

“But still! Later I’ll make you something nice to make sure you don’t get even more sick."

Before you can say anything else, Cyno shoves his face into your stomach and blows. You cough out a laugh, or choke and nearly gag.

“Agh-hahaha, Cyno, no, what the heck, don’t-hmp-”

Cyno grins to himself when he sees you smile crookedly, trying to hold back your laugh.

Eventually you manage to push Cyno enough to let you see his face. The red in his eyes stare at you with a mischief you were rather unfamiliar with and you pout.

“Ugh, I thought your jokes were bad enough, can’t believe I have to deal with tickles now.”

“It’s only with you, beloved.”

Cyno takes great pride at the redness in your face, which he knows isn’t from the fever. He lets out a slight laugh when you hit his arm weakly.

The fire crackled when you flop down to lay down. Cyno climbs to lay his head on your torso once more. His cheek smushes into your chest and it feels as if you two are ready to take a nap.

Which is exactly what you do. From finishing the last of your journey to Aaru Village and the funnest time in the snow, your body feels ready to rest for real. As you drift off to sleep, Cyno cranes his neck to look up.

He wants nothing more than to get up and move you to a bigger and more comfortable bed, but the way the fire flickers orange light over your tired face stops him. If he disturbed you now it would be a waste of a nice moment.

So he opts to rest too. You can complain about all the neck and back pains in the morning, but right now he stares at your slowly breathing self for a few moments longer and closes his own eyes, thankful to the Archons that he could spend the winter with you.