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darlingdaisyfarm · 3 months ago

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So I've seen your hcs about Stan being a boob man (incredible, absolutely incredible btw) and I'm curious to know if you have any on Ford? He's so precious I feel like any part of his darling is enough to get him going but personally I think, if he had to choose, he'd have a deep, unfiltered love for thighs and tummy's but maybe that's just me!

Ford Pines is obsessed with you and your thighs and tummy ♡ headcanons

hey sweetheart!! thank you so much for this ask and for ur words<3 im glad u loved Stanley headcanons and im more than glad to write smth as that with Ford. i agree with u, im sure hes a thigh & tummy guy<3 oh god, scientists fear me for what i have discovered about this man

tags: nsfw, worshipping, thigh fucking, needy Ford, facesitting, oral sex, breeding kink, thigh riding, size kink if u squint, established relationship

also guys look at him, hes so silly awwww i wanna smash him against the wall

꩜⸝⸝ the first time Ford realizes he has a thing for thighs, he doesn’t even register it as a sexual thing. it starts with him resting his hand on your thigh while you sit together, and then he just. . . doesnt move it. well, he loves the warmth, the softness, so he presses his fingers into them and feels your muscles flex when you shift

꩜⸝⸝ he doesn’t even realize he’s doing it. half the time, you have to be like, "Ford. honey. why are you gripping me like a stress ball?" and he just blinks, looks down at his hands, then turns bright red, coughing ”oh. um. force of habit?”

꩜⸝⸝ he gets so fucking distracted just absentmindedly rubbing your thighs. you’ll be talking about your day and he’s just kneading your flesh in his big ass hand, blushing madly when you say “Ford, are you even listening?”

“mm? yes, of course, sweetheart, i just, i was just appreciating how— hah—how incredibly soft you are?”

꩜⸝⸝ he will be in the middle of an experiment and just stop because he caught sight of you sitting on the couch, legs tucked under you, thighs pressing together. and damn, what a beautiful sight. now this man is staring, zero thoughts, mind blank until you tell him “Ford, honey, you're burning the beaker.”

“what? oh, oh— damn!” he is so mad at himself for getting distracted, but he's so in love with you!!

꩜⸝⸝ but when he realizes he has a thing for your thighs in a sexual way this man is obsessed. he will never be normal again

꩜⸝⸝ the first time you wrap your thighs around his head while he’s eating you out, he genuinely whimpers because he’s never known a pleasure like this. he moans into your pussy, grabbing handfuls of your thighs, because they're so soft and divine and for him this is pure paradise

꩜⸝⸝ his fav thing is feeling them tremble when he makes you cum. he’ll groan, squeezing your flesh, trying to keep you there forever. im sure that if you'll try to pull away, he'll growl and grip you tighter, burying himself between them like a desperate needy man. “mm-mm, no, darling, i’m not finished with you yet.”

꩜⸝⸝ Ford goes feral for thigh fucking. he didn’t even know it was a thing. you had to suggest it and he lost his fucking mind. the first time he tries it, he’s panting like an animal, gripping your thighs so tight. afterward he’s apologizing, stammering. so flustered. “i didn’t, i didn’t mean to grip that hard.” you laugh and pull him down for a kiss because he’s so damn cute when he’s embarrassed

꩜⸝⸝ hell yeah, im sure he would love your tummy in every single way possible. he loves running his big hands over it, feeling the way it tenses when you laugh, when you gasp, when you shudder under his touch. he loves pressing kisses to it, nuzzling into it, murmuring against your skin about how beautiful you are. he loves holding you from behind and resting his hands on your stomach, tracing slow circles while he kisses your neck

꩜⸝⸝ if you’re insecure about it, he will kiss every inch of you, worship you, whisper how perfect you are until you start to believe him. “never hide from me, my love”

꩜⸝⸝ Ford def loves when you wear crop tops, but will never admit it. obsessed with the little sliver of skin that peeks out

꩜⸝⸝ if you let him cum on your tummy, oh my god, he’ll watch with blown pupils, whispering how gorgeous you look covered in him and suddenly, he is so aware of the fact that he wants to see you full in other ways too. cum-dripping, stuffed-full, round with his seed

꩜⸝⸝ whenever these thoughts visit him he immediately buries his face in his hands because oh no, he's realising he got a breeding kink? but how, Ford how?? you're a man of science! a man of rational thought! (i want to mock him, affectionate)

꩜⸝⸝ Ford loves putting his hand on your lower belly when he's inside you. it’s his fav thing in the world. because that way he can feel himself moving inside you and that drives him absolutely insane, so of course he'll get all desperate and moan smth as “hah—ohh, sweetheart, i—i can feel it—can you? can you feel me inside you?” blabbering mess

꩜⸝⸝ he wants you to know just how deep he’s reaching. Ford wants to hear you whimper, see your eyes roll back, feel your thighs tighten around him. but if you grab his hand and make him press harder??? fuck. he groans so loud. he loses his rhythm. his thrusts get messy

꩜⸝⸝ his breeding kink activates. immediately. he moans about how perfectly you take him, how he wants to fill you up, how he wants to ruin you. “ohh, darling, if i—hah—if i came inside, you’d feel so full, you’d—hah—ohhh, i need to, please let me“ and if you do let him cum inside??? he can’t stop whimpering, can’t stop pressing his hand against your belly, like he wants to see his cum inside you. he will stay inside for as long as he can. he wants to keep it there. he wants to make sure it takes. and if it starts dripping out? he fucks it right back into you because “mm-mm, no, sweetheart, we can’t waste it—hah—just one more, i promise—“

꩜⸝⸝ he loves holding it when he fucks you from behind, loves digging his fingers into your softness. prefers to pull you against his chest while thrusting into you, holding your hips and stomach

꩜⸝⸝ Ford loves having you in his lap, loves the weight of you, the way your thighs press against him, the way you squirm and shift and make him lose all coherent thought

꩜⸝⸝ he’ll pretend he’s focused, but his hands will wander, gripping your body tighter, whispering, “love, can’t think when you’re this close.”

꩜⸝⸝ oh no, oh no please, dont grind against him. you hear me? DON'T GRIND AGAINST HIM BECAUSE THAT'LL TURN HIM INTO A MESS. he gets so stupid. he’ll grip your hips, hold you down, moaning desperately into your ear, getting so needy his dick is about to explode. he’ll beg for you to let him fuck you like that, right there, right then, too desperate to care about anything else. “please, please, sweetheart, just let me, just need to feel you, need to be inside you, please“

꩜⸝⸝ god, at this point im sure he loves you riding his thigh, especially when he's working or writing smth. Ford adores watching you grind against his leg with your soft thighs wrapped around his. “god, look at you, so stunning, riding me so well.” as his hands slip under your shirt, palms gliding over your soft stomach

꩜⸝⸝ “patience, my love, i’m going to enjoy every inch of you.”

꩜⸝⸝ sometimes, Ford gets so worked up, so overwhelmed that he just can’t wait to be inside you, that's why thigh fucking is his stress relief. he’ll slick himself up and slide between your thighs, groaning as the soft, plush heat of your skin envelops him. he’ll kiss you senseless while he does it, gripping your hips, pushing your thighs together tighter around his cock

꩜⸝⸝ he ruts against you like an animal, barely holding himself back, panting into your ear, so needy he can barely function

꩜⸝⸝ if he's cumming on your thighs, he definitely spreads it with his fingers. and obviously he gets horny again as he starts rubbing himself against you, because he needs more

꩜⸝⸝ im getting too deep but. . . if you let him lick it off???

꩜⸝⸝ and if you ride him??? he watches you with wide desperate needy eyes, pupils blown, mouth open, completely dumbfounded by how fucking good you feel and look. “mm—ohh—yes, my love, just like that! use me, take what you need“

꩜⸝⸝ if during thigh fucking, you playfully tease him with “wish this was inside me, don’t you?” ohhh, he’ll cum so fast it’s embarrassing. watching his seed spill over your thighs, dripping down, mixing with your slick, he’ll lose his brilliant mind

꩜⸝⸝ thigh highs are his weakness, if you wear them, he will drop whatever he’s holding. walk straight into a wall. stammer through an entire sentence

꩜⸝⸝ as for other body parts, i think Ford has a weakness for calves. loves running his hands up and down ur calves, squeezing, massaging, kissing his way down from your knees to your ankles

꩜⸝⸝ he’ll hold your legs up on his shoulders while hes making love to you, feeling the way your calves flex and tense with every thrust

꩜⸝⸝ and if you wear heels?? if you wear anything that accentuates your legs??

꩜⸝⸝ try locking your legs around his waist, refusing to let him go. he'll cum immediately “hah—ohh, you—hah—keeping me here, are you? mm, clever little thing“

꩜⸝⸝ back to thighs: when he’s feeling needy, he’ll lie back, pull you on top of him and beg you to sit on his face because he wants to be suffocated between them until he can’t think anymore. he’ll grip them like they’re his lifeline, leaving six fingered marks on your skin, dragging you down against his mouth, moaning into your pussy like a man starved

꩜⸝⸝ i mean, he loves the way you grind down, chasing your own pleasure. literally loves being used

꩜⸝⸝ and yeah, i fully believe Ford may unintentionally (or intentionally) overstimulate his partner, so even when you'll finish, he won't let you go, gripping your thighs tighter, licking, lapping and sucking until you’re shaking and crying, pulling away because it’s too much and he’s still begging for more. “please, please, darling, don’t stop, i need to taste you, i need to make you cum again, please“

꩜⸝⸝ Ford prefers making love to you in positions that let him grab, squeeze and worship every inch of you

#gravity falls #gravity falls x reader #gravity falls x you #x reader #gravity falls smut #stanford pines #ford pines x reader #ford pines smut #grunkle ford #stanford pines headcanons #stanford pines x you #stanford pines x reader #ford pines x you

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arwenkenobi48 · 10 months ago

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My favourite moment in the entire film 🥰

Robin Hood (1973)

#prince john #awwww sweetheart #look at him he's so cute #such a sleepyhead #*tucks a warm blanket around him*#*gently pets him*#*shushes softly*#tbh I’d watch a whole film that’s just PJ sleeping #just a sleepy baby #he’s literally cuddling the bag of gold like a teddy bear I can’t-#what a cutie pie

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bernardsbendystraws · 4 months ago

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{ 𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐑𝐁 } 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐭 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲…

You and Matt had gone on a handful of dates and even though nothing was “official,” you could both see a future in your connection. Especially when he asked to meet your dog, which you found really cute. Every time you hung out, Matt asked if you had taken any cute pictures of the fur baby, always smiling and patiently gazing on your screen as you swiped through the various photos of the fluff ball.

Puka was your baby, you coddled her more than some parents did with their own children. She had been there for you through thick and thin, showing you the same unconditional love most dogs had for their owners, but…you were nervous. Puka was nervous, her energy always reflected your own, she knew you too well.

An array of knocks on the door lets you know he’s here. The wagging tail and barks make your heart pound in your ears, your eyes watering from anxiety as you crack open the door, just enough to make sure it’s the same, familiar shaggy-brown hair.

And it is.

You had her leash sat on the table by the door, but for some reason, she’s pawing through the door. She’s not even barking - she’s whimpering, trying to find her way to the chirpy voice that cheers in a soft tone, “Hi Puka, can I come in? I got you a toy!”

He got her a toy. And treats. The two items held in his hands bring a new feeling into your chest as you let out a nervous laugh. Maybe he can just come right in?

“Come in,” you urge, letting him in and careful to shut the door quickly. The tightness in your chest only grows, why is this going so…well?

The whimpers come to a stop as Matt kneels to the floor, his hands calmly, yet excitedly petting the soft hair, the slight bump of Puka’s excited tail hitting the floor echoing with his sweet praises.

“Awwww, you just wanna be pet, huh?” Matt coos, setting each item to the floor. She doesn’t even want the crinkling bag of treats - she wants him.

And it’s odd.

It’s very, very odd.

Not only did Puka typically shield herself from men, she’d usually nip - a behavior she picked up on due to your ex boyfriend, she just couldn’t help but be protective over you. But this? This is nothing like you imagined, it’s nothing like you expected. It’s everything you could’ve wanted and more.

“I thought you said she was a bit aggressive?” Matt jokes.

You let a puff escape through your lips, “Well.” Gesturing down to Puka, you’re amazed as she starts to calm down from the excitement, her belly still in view as she remains on her back. She’s more than content, and honestly…so are you.

“Just a sweetheart like your mama, hm?” he says, leaning down as he gets closer to her face. Your heart stops as you see her jolt her face upward. But…instead of teeth clamping onto his nose, it’s a bunch of kisses, the licks she’d usually give you when trying to catch your tears.

There’s a feeling growing in your stomach. It makes you nervous, but…but in a good way - the type of unfamiliar that brings you hope. And you know it’s stupid, but the little ball of fur that’s always been so intent on protecting you and giving you the purest love…she’s approved of him, solely based on his energy when he walked up to the door.

It makes you nervous how delighted you feel. Excitement pulses through your spine as you sit up a little bit straighter, leaning onto Matt just the slightest. “She really likes you,” you remark.

His hands don’t stop playing with her ears, he simply looks over to you with an innocent smile on his face. There’s a double-meaning in the next words that spill from his lips, the sentence creating a perfect chaos of new-found emotions;

“I’m glad. I really, really like her too.”

#bbs.blurbs.matt #rose toy matt!blurb #sturniolo triplets #matt sturniolo #sturniolo x reader #sturniolo fanfic #the sturniolo triplets #sturniolo #matthew sturniolo #matt sturniolo fluff #matt sturniolo imagine #matt sturniolo x reader #matt sturniolo x you #sturniolo fluff #sturniolo headcanon #sturniolo imagine

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revelboo · 16 days ago

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Awwww!!Please, I’m asking for some more tfp Bee! I adore that sweetheart

Sure! Him, Bulkhead, Ultra Magnus, and Optimus from TFP will get their own storylines eventually.

Communication

TFP Bumblebee x Reader

• Staring, hands still out as you smile and wave cheerfully at him, he's forced to watch you walk away. Again. All because you can't understand him at all. And a big hand roughly smacks him to send him stumbling, door wings lifting. Turning to glower at Wheeljack as the other mech just smirks. "So close," Wheeljack taunts as he stalks off and Bumblebee's left staring after you. Wanting. So close and never able to make himself understood, to tell you that he likes you. That he wants to spend time with you.

• Yawning as you head down to where your car is hidden, you hear the heavy sound of peds running and you turn in alarm. Thinking there might be an emergency and you're in the way, but it's just Bee again. And he stumbles to a stop in front of you, his door wings dropping to tuck close to his frame as he just stares at you. "Everything okay?" You ask as he lifts his hands, servos flexing. The kid, Raf, seems to understand him just fine. So do the other Autobots, but it's just noises to you and you smile politely.

• And he's warbling and beeping, trying so hard to form actual words as you just offer him a confused smile. So frustrated he wants to go blast some Decepticons, slink off and hide, because this is getting embarrassing. What would you even say if he was to ask you to let him spend time with you? Find out if this attraction he feels can go anywhere. Do you even like him like that? Or is he just a friend to you? Doesn't know and it's driving him crazy.

• He looks frustrated as he warbles, gesturing with his hands before his door wings droop and he covers his face with his big hands. Looking so miserable your heart hurts for him. What's he trying to tell you? And he drops to his knees, reaching for you and stopping just short of touching you. His stare expectant and hopeful. You can almost sense a question hanging between you as he curls his servos under and starts to pull his hands away.

• Wilting, he's not sure what's worse. That you just don't understand him at all or that you're not remotely interested. But why would you be? You deserve someone you can smile that lovely smile for and who can smile back, laugh with you. Talk to you. Freezing when you lay a little hand on the back of his own, he can't look away from you. Because you're reaching out even if you don't know what he's asking. And it's enough. If this is all he can have, he'll take it. Take every klik you're willing to give him. Hears your startled noise when he cups his hands around you and lifts you to cradle against his frame, feeling the warmth of you in his hands. It's enough. If he just keeps lying to himself, maybe he'll believe it.

#transformers x reader #bumblebee x reader #tfp bumblebee

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tetsuissohot · 7 months ago

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JJK MEN as DADS - fluff drabble

☆summary. fluff moment between jjk men and their kids - each character as a different scenario.

☆warning/tags: fem!reader, teeth rotting fluff, jjk men as dads

☆word count: 1.3k

☆a/n: I had so much fun writing this cute drabble! I hope you can awwww like I did!

The Unbeatable Claw Machine Champion... or Not

The brightly lit arcade buzzed with energy, kids running around with excitement. Gojo stood in front of the claw machine, eyes narrowed with concentration. His son was bouncing beside him, eyes wide and filled with hope as he pointed at the cute panda plushy inside.

“Alright, watch the master at work,” Gojo said, cracking his knuckles dramatically.

His son giggled, clutching his favorite toy—a tiny batman plushy . The claw descended slowly, aimed perfectly for the panda, but just as it was about to grab it, the claw slipped, and the plushy tumbled back into the pile.

“Darn it!” Gojo exclaimed, throwing his hands up in frustration. “This thing’s rigged!”

His son tugged on his sleeve. “It’s okay, Dad! You can try again!”

Gojo puffed out his chest, determined now more than ever. “I won’t give up! My honor is on the line!”

Five attempts later, Gojo had spent an embarrassing amount of money and still hadn’t won the plushy. His son was laughing now, clutching his sides as Gojo groaned in defeat.

“I swear I could exorcise curses, but I can’t win a simple claw game,” Gojo muttered, shaking his head.

His son grinned, tugging on his sleeve again. “It’s okay, Daddy. You’re still the best!”

Gojo couldn’t help but smile at that. “Alright, but next time, that panda is mine.”

Daddy’s Little Helper

It was a quiet, early morning, the sun barely peeking through the curtains. Nanami sat on the edge of the bed, his tie draped loosely around his neck, waiting patiently as his daughter, a serious expression on her face, stood in front of him. She was determined to tie it properly, her little fingers fumbling with the knot as she tried to remember the steps he’d shown her.

“Over... under... then around, right, Daddy?” she asked, her eyebrows furrowed in concentration.

Nanami chuckled softly, resisting the urge to fix the tie himself. He adored these little moments—her small hands trying to help him get ready for work. “That’s right, but remember to pull it tight here.” He pointed at the knot gently.

After a few more seconds of struggle, she stepped back, triumphant. The tie was crooked, the knot slightly uneven, but she beamed up at him, proud of her work. Nanami looked down at her, his heart melting at the sight of her toothy grin.

“How do I look?” he asked, adjusting the tie slightly but leaving her knot mostly intact.

“You look perfect!” she said, bouncing on her feet, her happiness contagious.

He crouched down to her level and pressed a kiss to her forehead. “Thank you, sweetheart. I’ll wear it just like this today.”

Dr. Megumi to the Rescue

Toji lounged on the couch, an amused smirk on his face as he watched little Megumi waddle over. The boy was wearing one of Toji’s oversized button-up shirts, the fabric hanging off him like a giant lab coat. He had a plastic stethoscope draped around his neck, and a toy doctor’s kit in one hand.

“I’m Doctor Megumi,” he declared, his face serious as he climbed onto the couch beside his dad. “I’m gonna fix your boo-boo.”

Toji raised an eyebrow, leaning back as Megumi got to work. “Oh yeah? Gonna fix me up, huh? How are you gonna do that, Doc?”

Megumi frowned in concentration, gently poking at the scar on Toji’s lip. “First, I gotta check if it hurts.”

Toji played along, letting out a fake groan. “Ouch, yeah, definitely hurts.”

Megumi nodded, taking this very seriously. He grabbed a band-aid from his kit and awkwardly pressed it onto his dad’s lip, the bandage far too big and covering half of Toji’s mouth.

“There. All better!” Megumi said proudly, climbing off the couch to admire his work.

Toji looked at his son, the band-aid dangling off his lip, and couldn’t help but chuckle. “You’re pretty good at this, Doc. Think I’m gonna be okay now?”

Megumi gave a firm nod. “Yup! But you gotta keep the band-aid on forever.”

“Forever, huh?” Toji ruffled his son’s hair. “Alright, if the doctor says so.”

Braids and Giggles

Suguru sat on the floor, his back against the couch as his little girl stood behind him, combing through his long hair with wide, curious eyes. Her fingers twisted the strands in every direction, her tiny hands moving in random patterns as she tried her hardest to braid it.

“Are you sure this is gonna look good, sweetie?” Suguru asked, his lips quirking up in a soft smile.

“Yep! I’m almost done, Daddy! You’re gonna look soooo pretty!” she said, her voice full of excitement.

Suguru chuckled, sitting patiently as she continued to twist and tangle his hair. A few moments later, she clapped her hands together, signaling she was finished. “Okay! Done!”

Suguru reached up, feeling the lopsided, uneven braid she had made. Some pieces were sticking out, others were barely in the braid at all, but her eyes were sparkling with pride.

He turned to her with a warm smile. “What do you think? Do I look pretty now?”

His daughter nodded enthusiastically. “The prettiest!”

Suguru chuckled and leaned down to press a kiss to her forehead. “Then I guess I’m ready for the day. Thanks, sweetheart.”

Choso sat on the floor in front of the mirror, his lips painted bright pink, his eyeshadow a chaotic mix of colors that his daughter had lovingly applied. She was concentrating, brushing his hair with a little comb while humming to herself.

The Sparkliest Runway Star

“You’re almost ready for the runway, Daddy!” she announced proudly, pulling out a sparkly headband and placing it on his head.

Choso smiled softly, watching her work with so much joy. “You think Mom’s going to be impressed?”

His daughter beamed, nodding excitedly. “She’s gonna love it! You’re gonna look like a princess!”

Choso chuckled at that, glancing at his reflection. He certainly didn’t look like a fierce curse user anymore. Instead, he looked like a very sparkly, dolled-up dad. But seeing how happy it made his daughter, he didn’t mind one bit.

“Alright, I’m ready. Let’s go show Mom,” Choso said, standing up and offering her his hand.

They walked together, hand-in-hand, to find Y/N. As soon as they entered the room, Y/N burst into laughter, covering her mouth with her hand as she took in the sight of Choso in full makeup and glitter.

“Oh wow, look at you two,” she said, grinning.

Choso gave a mock-serious pose. “What do you think? Do I have a future in runway modeling?”

Their daughter clapped her hands, bouncing on her feet. “He looks like a princess, right, Mom?”

Y/N nodded, laughing. “The most beautiful princess.”

The Nerf Ambush Gone Wrong

Shiu and his son were in the middle of an intense Nerf battle, ducking behind makeshift forts of pillows and couches. Both were armed, giggling as they took aim at each other. Shiu peeked around the corner, ready to fire, when suddenly—

Thwack!

“Ah!” came a voice from the hallway.

Both froze. The Nerf darts had gone rogue and hit you, who had been peacefully carrying a laundry basket. You stood there, eyebrows raised, clearly unimpressed.

Shiu immediately dropped his Nerf gun, hands up in surrender. “It was an accident, I swear!”

Your son giggled nervously. “Sorry, Mommy!”

You just shook your head, grinning. "Now, help me pick up these darts."

You sighed dramatically, placing the laundry down and shaking your head, pretending to be serious. “Well, if that’s how you’re going to play...”

Without warning, you snatched up one of the extra Nerf guns from the couch and shot both of them with a perfect aim. Shiu stumbled back, clutching his chest in mock pain. “Oh no, she’s too powerful!” he said, collapsing onto the floor dramatically.

Your son immediately joined in on the fun, laughing as he ran to hide behind you, the tide of the battle turning in your favor.

Shiu stayed on the ground, dramatically pretending to be defeated. “Looks like you’ve won, but this isn’t over...”

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sirxlla · 3 months ago

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hi so there's been this gif going all around twitter and i saw a buddie prompt but i was wondering if you could find a way to make it buck x fem!reader instead? maybe reader is away for work and buck is just going insane missing them? just whatever you deem fit. (the tweet: https://x.com/bucksnaturals/status/1883622497956044895?s=46 )

THANK YOU in advance and if this goes against anything just ignore and i am so sorry ☹️🫶

Thinking Of You

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Warnings: NSFW, self-care (him taking care of himself 😉)

Prompt: above but here is the link they are referencing -> the tweet: [request anon] I love this prompt sm. Its so good. 🙌🏻

Notes: female reader, italics are actions and thoughts.

-With that said it's all under the cut-

Buck always hated when you had to leave for long business trips like this. Why the hell couldn't they just have the business meetings over Zoom like they did during COVID? Fucking hell, it was awful not coming home to you every day and waking up next to you every morning.

"Awwww, there's my man. How was work, Baby?" You asked as you struggled to set your camera up to face time call him, one of Buck's shirts tucked into your silk sleep shorts. You sat back on your bed as you looked at the screen of your iPad.

"Work's really not the issue, Honey. You've been gone like almost a month, and it's just really shitty without you here, and Eddie moved to Texas, so I'm just really feeling so isolated."

"Well, I might, if I get lucky, get to come home early, and it's all we can hope for, right?" You felt really shit for how long this whole entire thing was going on for. A coworker had quit and made everything so much harder for you and almost tripled your work.

"It's hard to sleep without the smell of you. It's just hard to relax without you by my side, you know the weight of it?" Buck held his phone up so you could see his face a bit better after he rolled over in your shared bed.

"I know, Buck. I'm like that, too; sleeping alone has been awful. I'll be home as soon as I can. I promise but I can maybe help with everything else. So my perfume is on my bedside table, I forgot to bring it. Spray it on something, maybe? And I have a weighted blanket in the hall closet. Those should help. Sleeping in your shirt has helped me so much. I bought myself a weighted stuffed animal, and it helps me a lot. I know it sounds dumb-"

"No, it doesn't sound dumb. I really appreciate it, Honey." He interrupted before he saw the clock behind you, noting that it was 3:30 a.m. for you. You should be in bed, and he's keeping you up by bitching to you about missing you; you looked so tired, dark circles hung under your eyes.

"I'll let you go, okay? You look so tired, Hun. I will take your suggestion and see if it helps. You need rest, and I guess I do, too."

"Yeah, it's late. I'll let you go but let me know how that goes. Okay, Ev?" You said as you grabbed your iPad; maybe you could lie down before getting up in a few hours to go back to work.

"I will, I love you, Sweetheart." He smiled as he looked at the screen of his phone and your sleepy face.

"I love you, Buck." You whispered as you struggle to keep your eyes open. "Bye."

"Bye." He whispered back before he hung up reminding himself to remember that pretty and tired face of yours. He went to the closet and grabbed the weighted blanket and the perfume; he opted for spraying it on one of the tank tops you wore to bed, laying it on the pillow beside him before heading to sleep.

Both you and Buck called nightly, and he'd spray your perfume on the tanktop before bed, then he'd be led off to a blissful sleep.

It was the middle of the night, and he panted in his sleep, pushing his hips into the bed to try to relieve the pressure between his thighs. Your breasts pressed against his face as he breathed in the sweet smell of your perfume. His skin felt like it was on fire, his eyes flitting back and forth as his dream progressed into him pounding his hips into yours. This left him tossing and turning until he woke himself up.

Between him, the wind outside, and the moon that crept in was extremely obvious how horny he was.

It wasn't a surprise to him considering that dream. God damn it, he missed you so much and it had been for so long, it felt, and not just the sex but everything. That dream made it unbearable.

Fucking hell, he wasn't one to masturbate but damn it, tonight it was impossible to think of anything else but you; as long as you lingered in his thoughts, then he'd never get a lick of sleep due to his current stiffness.

With his eyes still closed, he reached his hand over to your pillow to that tank top that sat on top of it, bringing it to his nose and breathing it in, which just made the ache turn into a throb. It caused him to let out a deep growl in his throat. His left hand held the shirt to his nose, his eyes closed as he found his right hand massaging his chest like you often did during or before sex. You knew how much he loved it.

In his mind, he pictured your naked body, your hips, the look on your face as you rode him. He moaned as his hand moved down to the space between his skin and his boxers slowly using his thumb to circle the tip of him, the same way you would. He imagined the exact shade and color of your eyes, how you focused on his face when you gave him any bit of intimacy, which made it clear to him that you care for him and how he's feeling.

Buck growled and whimpered into the tank top as his imagination started to feel like his reality. Your hand down his boxers slowly pumping him, your eyes and ears noticing his every reaction and sound. He pumped faster but slowly enough to tease himself the way you would.

You always took him to the edge of oblivion before allowing him to finish. The thought caused him to push his hips higher upwards as he groaned and whimpered at the feeling.

He wouldn't be able to do it as well as you, but he'd damn sure try. Evan continued to think of you, your kisses down his body as you lowered yourself down to his weeping tip, swirling your tongue over it like a lollipop with your eyes open to watch him as your hand pumped him. Your expression eager for him to climax on your tongue.

Before he knew it, he felt white pleasure wash over him, his hand and underwear were covered in arousal, and he felt a lot less pent up.

"I'd've done that if I knew you needed it so bad, Ev." You said as you set your duffle bag down, a smirk in your tone. "It's nice to know you think of me though."

A blush covered his face as he realized he'd been caught pleasuring himself to the smell of your perfume. He pulled his hand from his boxers before swiftly heading to the bathroom to clean himself up.

You changed as he was gone, slipping out of the shoes you'd been in all night. That red-eye flight was catching up to you and the only thing you craved now was Evan to be near you while you slept. Changing into one of his shirts and nothing else besides your panties, you flopped onto the bed with a huff.

Evan came out of the bathroom with a look on his face like a kid that got caught with their hand in the cookie jar, his heart hammered in his chest as he came to lay down with you.

"I- I- I can explain." He started with a nervous tone. You knew he didn't usually masturbate, but to you, it was whatever. It was fine; most people do it.

"Shhhh..." You smile as you cuddle into his chest, hooking your leg over his hips. "I'm glad you think of me, Ev. It's kinda sweet."

"Sweet? You just caught me jerking off with your tank top." He was astonished; most women he'd dated were so not into this kinda thing and most definitely didn't think it was cute. They saw it more so as maybe this guy was a creep. He was confused.

"I don't mince my words, Evan. I meant what I said." You said as you cuddled into him. "I'll leave you some better stuff if I go out of town again, okay?" You mumbled into his chest, pulling him even closer than before.

"Alright?" He was still so confused but relaxed, and he felt how calm you were and how steady your breath was, which caused his heart to steady and ease its worry.

"Mmm hmmm..." You mumbled as you fell asleep pressed against your sweet dork of a man.

Masterlist

#evan buckley x reader #evan buckley #911 on fox #911 abc #911 show #oliver stark

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inumkii · 3 months ago

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mha boys working at a bakery

included: bakugou, kirishima, denki, shouto, and a little dabi feature

okay this prompt except its not awwww cute baker au! inspired by my old job, it was a bit miserable but i try to look back on it fondly

bakugou’s one of the bakers, almost always opening at 6am. there's a rare occasion where you're scheduled to open with only him and he's there early, prepping the dough with faint classical music playing in the background. opening shifts with him (and shifts in general) can be quite nice because he tends to mind his own business while you cover the counter, but you have walked in to him yelling at denki for leaving the scones in the oven for too long. i would say he’s pretty quiet when he bakes as long as no one else gets in his way. feel free to talk about whatever as he bakes because for you, he’ll silently listen. for anyone else, he’s complaining that they’re distracting him- unless! two people are talking mad shit or gossiping on the clock, he’s secretly listening in.

saturday morning opening shifts are your favorite because the two baker and two counter combo is almost always bakugo, kirishima, mina, and you. the reason why you put up with the miserable opening hours is because kiri and mina loveeeee to gossip about everything they’ve learned throughout the week between your coworkers and bakugou chimes in with additional information that no one else knew. you guys are surprised every time but he just shrugs it off.

kirishima is a sweetheart who does all the tasks that you don’t want to do. ask him to cover mopping tonight? done. need the stack of 50 sheet trays carried to the back? he’s taking care of it. he’s normally baking in the morning but he’ll close from time to time and you always know you’ll be out early when you see his name on the schedule.

denki takes closing shifts more often because he likes to call dibs on the pastries that didn't sell that day. he works at the counter more than baking,,, we all know why.. but he insists he can do either!! for everyone’s sake, especially the customers, you stick him behind the register.

i do think large group orders freak denki out so you have to stand next to him and help him ring them up every time. you really can't tell if he's pretending for the sake of having you by his side or if he genuinely can’t do it. (its a bit of both)

you guys have a closing checklist where you have to sign your name next to every cleanup task after completion but you and denki both hate doing the same things. so he’ll be a pain in the ass and sign his name prematurely on random tasks so you’ll get stuck on mopping duty. sorry. this is getting self indulgent but your personal favorite task is to take the chalk board advertisement for the bakery back inside at the end of the day. after a 7 hour shift, its a nice thirty second walk outside. somehow denki finds out that you love that task so he starts beating you to it. its gotten to a point where someone will innocently ask if anyone's taken in the sign for the night and there's a split second where you guys look at each other before immediately racing out the front door to see who can get to it first.

shouto is a gentleman!!!!!! he’s always there in the daytime, takes the 9-4 shifts mostly. hired as a baker but he took the counter once and he really charmed those old ladies popping in for their morning muffin so he’s kinda been defaulted to the front. you’ve been guilty at handing the phone to him when a wholesale order has gotten too confusing and he’ll kindly take over. he’s become the face the regulars see the most when they walk in due to the nature of his shift times.

you mostly catch shouto for an hour or two when you work closing shifts, coming in around 2. some nights, by the time you realize you need to take out the trash, its already dark outside. the dumpster walk isn’t necessarily far, but its not pleasant nor does it feel very safe. but when you go to check the trash, you realize shouto silently took them out before he got off his shift a few hours ago so you didn’t have to walk out in the dark. he’s never scheduled closing shifts, but if someone needs it covered + he sees that you're the other closer, he’s quick to offer. walks you back to your car too.

there’s a coffee shop in the same shopping complex that your bakery is friendly with. by the end of the night, any leftover pastries get put into a ziplock and handed over to them in exchange for a free coffee. the mysterious barista who’s name tag reads ‘dabi’ is always the one to thank you for bringing over the treats and making your latte. he knows exactly what you're gonna get every time he sees you walking up to the front of the cafe. he sends you off every night with a wink and your coffee in hand

(you aren’t aware that dabi is related to shouto at all. its never been brought up and they're mostly on different shift schedules. so when shouto hears about your closing night exchanges, he starts shifting his schedule just so he can accompany you. and to keep an eye on his brother to make sure he’s not going to pull anything funny.)

additional all might as my boss: early morning opening shifts are your worst enemy just because you cannottt be bothered to wake up earlier than noon, so when you do, you come in having just woken up ten minutes before. your boss catches you one morning and stops you for a ten minute rant about how you should be more confident with your bare face! and makeup is a social construct, so feel beautiful with yourself!! and you think its sweet but you didnt even notice how you weren’t even wearing the usual makeup look. thanks greg. i guess. he means well.

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escapisttt · 6 months ago

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a lot of this was supposed to be posted for redacted kinktober but. college got in the way. i’m ovulating let me have this. it’s very long OOPS WHO LET ME OUT OF MY CAGE.

NSFW LMAO

lasko has a puppy kink. he likes being told he’s a good boy and craves to be of service to dear. would do anything to please them and do it well; it’s what turns him on the most. leash and collar. god, he’d lick the fucking dirt from their shoes if it made them smile down at him. yeah perhaps him and ash could bond over this. the difference between them though is that during those moments, lasko will never goof off or make jokes meanwhile ash is a bit of a brat. lasko would never disobey dear, but ash likes to push baabe’s buttons so that they “force” him into submission.

milo uses “good girl/good boy/good pet” hnnnngghh. as well as “pretty girl/pretty boy/pretty thing” oh my god. he’s so good at praise.

milo is usually pretty physically rough with it, going fast and deep, but you wouldn’t know that if you were just listening to his voice. sometimes while he’s absolutely fucking sweetheart’s brains out, he’s right in their ear speaking so softly and encouragingly with soooo much praise. “that’s right baby, ‘m i doin’ it right?” when he KNOWS he’s doing it right, he just wants to hear their confirmation. “yeah, lemme touch you, you like that? tell me you like that.” he looooves making sweetheart tell him how they’re feeling, and when they inevitably confirm that it feels good, he nods and doubles down. he craves good feedback, it’s his praise kink. “awwww i know it feels good baby, ‘m gonna make it feel even better.” it’s not condescending, it’s confidence. he knows what he’s good at, and he wants to get better. he’s a huge pleaser.

this is self indulgent if you aren’t into daddy kinks don’t read this one lmao. but daddy milo is soooo real to me. “was that too much? aw ‘m sorry baby, daddy’ll make it feel better. shh shh it’s okay, daddy’s sorry…” OUUUGGHHHH. “daddy wants what you want baby, tell‘im what you want. c’mon, be good and use your words, daddy wants to hear you,” i can’t do this anymore RELEASEEE MEEEEEEE. milo does it tastefully okay he’s not one of the weird ones TRUST ME.

milo who subs occasionally. to put a number on it, about 10% of the time. it may not be his natural default, but when the time is right, it’s so right. it happens one of two ways: either milo had a really rough, tiring day and needs to be coaxed into being cared for, or his sweetheart had been relentlessly teasing him. he’s such a brat at first, rejecting every dominant advance from sweetheart with a performative cocky demeanor, but it breaks down quickly enough when they touch him in the right places.

porter is such a masochist, but not in a traditionally submissive way. god, he loves when treasure slaps his face, yanks his hair, and scratches his back deeply on purpose. he likes being choked a little sometimes as well. but when all of these things are enacted on him, he smiles. he’s got a cocky grin and he’s nodding emphatically, his hips pistoning, almost twitching, even if he’s not inside of treasure. he’s groaning and his eyes are rolling back, but he’s not submitting. he’s daring them to do more, knowing that the only one whose limits being tested are theirs: how much are they able to take of porter when he’s losing himself to the pain? the more intense the pain, the harder he fucks treasure. basically porter is saying without saying, “the more you hurt me, the more i’ll pleasure you.” treasure essentially controls their own pleasure through him; if they want him to go faster, they dig their nails into his back or his scalp or his hips. and as soon as they let go, he lets out a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding and eases back down to a slower pace. and porter knows what they’re doing. he likes it. he likes that they have that level of control over him, but he’s absolutely not a whimpering mess like lasko.

david does not like using toys or bondage material. that’s his job. he’s very animalistic in the sense that he does not want anything, even objects, interfering with his time with his mate. he’s the type to get jealous of a vibrator or any sex toy. not because he’s worried about it doing a better job than him, but because it was the thing pleasuring his mate and not him. if his angel is in the mood, he wants to know so he can take care of it. an unspoken rule in the shaw house is that neither of them are allowed to touch themselves. david sticks to this rule through and through, but if angel is caught in the action, the punishment is pretty intense, meaning overstimulation. david is usually quite rough and is already a lot to take even when he’s going slow, so him when he’s angry can be… a lot. he’s got angel on their tummy in the prone bone position and is absolutely laying into them, growling in their ear with genuine irritation. “you should’ve told me… why didn’t you tell me? is this not cutting it for you? you had enough of this cock? i thought you liked it. thought you liked being full of me, not a piece of fucking plastic.” yeah he’s angy. and he’s not being mean to them, he just wants to prove to them and remind them how good he makes them feel. they shouldn’t want anything else. and when angel does it because they think david is too busy for them? yeah he would stay up during all hours of the night to prove them wrong. “how do you think like that, hm? you think i’d put work above this? god angel, i do everything to come home to you, give my time to you. you don’t get that? let me keep showin’ you��.”

azmidi who literally nuts on a lot of phone call role plays with sweetie (it’s canon yall hear the way his breath shakes all the time). just hearing their pretty voice, god he feels his pants getting tighter (if he wears those lol). he demands they tell him about their day even though they know he knows exactly how their day went. it feeds into that delicious fear of stalking, the idea that their every movement is being tracked and scrutinized and constantly mulled over. he wants to listen to them talk while he palms himself, nodding along with their version of events, happy that they’re being obedient and not lying to him. he doesn’t have to take himself out of his pants, though he likes to most times. he can come without that, just dry humping into his hand and pressing the phone to his ear, letting out the occasional moan. he knows sweetie can hear him, and if they show signs of getting flustered, it only makes him harder. “you know what you’re doing to me, right? you—you know… oh god…. hey, don’t stop. don’t stop talking. you’ve been doing such a good job, sweetie. let me hear you.”

william “eye contact” solaire. hngggnhnnhg. let’s imagine he’s got a long term partner, right? he is suuuuuuch a gentle lover. he’s not about rough sex very much, he’s too sophisticated lol. no, the actual reason he isn’t too keen on rough sex is because to him, his lover is a deity; an angel that walks the earth, the image of divine perfection. he isn’t going to treat them like a ragdoll, he worships the air they breathe for gods sake. he doesn’t see himself nearly worthy enough to be their companion, their equal. he gives them everything and then apologizes because it just isn’t enough. when he gave them their crown? “i hope you like it. the jewels are the finest i could find of course, for you. i—i perhaps could have gotten larger ones… i apologize. oh, but the weight may be a bit much for your neck… oh dear.” yeah this man is rich but he fucking won’t be if his partner doesn’t stop him from spoiling them. but i’m ranting, this is supposed to be about sex lmfao please ask me to make a post ab william i will do it so fast. this aspect of himself shows especially when he and his partner are intimate. he’s on his knees a lot of the time, staring up at his lover with worshipful reverence. he pleads in his soft spoken voice, his eyes fluttering shut as they put their hand on his cheek. “my love, what would you have me do for you? ask me anything.” and he means anything.

#redacted audio #redacted asmr #redactedverse #redacted headcanons #redacted lasko #redacted asher #redacted milo #redacted porter #redacted david #redacted azmidi #redacted william

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fanfictionalraven · 1 year ago

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Faithfully

Title: Faithfully

Song Inspiration: Faithfully by Journey

Characters: Reader, Dean Winchester, other SPN characters

Word Count: 4, 904

Warnings: Pregnancy

Author's Note: This was an anonymous request. Such a beautiful song and so perfect for Dean. Thanks for the idea Anon!!

Highway run into the midnight sun,

Wheels go ‘round and ‘round, you’re on my mind,

Restless hearts, sleep alone tonight,

Sendin’ all my love along the wire.

“Another?” The bartender asks Dean, pointing to the beer he’d been nursing for a while.

“No thanks. Work tomorrow,” Dean tells him, tossing some cash onto the bar. He and Sam had rolled into town a little earlier in the day. Some case Sam had found; a witch or shifter or…something. Dean couldn’t remember.

“Leaving so soon?” A sultry voice asks. Dean looks over to find a gorgeous, young blonde sliding onto the booth beside him. She tosses her hair over her shoulder and leans forward to highlight her ample breasts. A hand reaches for his knee but Dean catches her wrist.

“Sorry, Sweetheart. Not happening,” he tells her, letting her go. She rolls her eyes and stands, moving to her next target. Dean laughs lightly, shaking his head.

A few years ago, that would have been all the invitation he’d have needed. They would have wandered out to the Impala, maybe made it back to her place for a night of meaningless sex, and he would have returned to Sam first thing in the morning, satisfied. But all that had changed almost a year ago.

As he heads out of the bar and into the cold, he pulls his phone out, smiling at the screen. The picture that greets him is one of his favorites. It’s from the small “vacation” the two of you had taken only a couple months ago. It was one of Bobby’s old safe houses he’d told Dean about; a beautiful little cabin out by a lake. Dean had snapped the picture of you sitting on the small dock, feet dangling off the edge. You’d teased him about pursuing a career in photography after seeing it.

He finds your name with ease and calls as he climbs into the driver’s seat of his car. It rings twice before you pick up.

“Hey,” you answer. Dean smiles immediately at your voice.

“Hey,” he replies. “Bad time?”

“For you? Never,” you laugh lightly. He smiles even wider at your laugh.

“Still in Utah?” The familiar sound of the Impala’s engine roaring to life comes through the phone.

“Yea. Found the nest though. Taking it out tonight,” you tell him, as you lean back against your car.

“On your own?” Dean asks, voice laced with concern.

“No, Dean,” you say, smiling to yourself. “I’m not stupid, ya know?”

“That’s not what I meant, Y/N,” he says. “Just…you know…”

“Awwww. You worried about me, Winchester?” You tease him, pushing off the car and walking to your trunk.

“Always,” he admits, almost too quietly for you to hear. Almost. Your smile softens as you open the trunk, glancing around at your weapons.

“You just calling to check up on me?” You ask, pulling a machete out to check the blade.

“No…just…missed you,” he confesses. You swing the machete around quickly to test it out. “Haven’t seen you since…”

“The cabin,” you finish. “I know. I miss you too.”

The two of you had been off and on for the majority of the time you’d known each other. It had mostly been a friends with benefits situation until last year. Suddenly, you were way more on than off. It was starting to feel like a real relationship. You hadn’t slept with anyone else and Dean said he hadn’t. You trusted him, of course.

“I’ve been thinking…” Dean starts, seemingly getting the subject away from…feelings.

“Haven’t hurt yourself, have ya?” You ask. You can practically hear Dean roll his eyes.

“Will you shut up? I’m trying to be serious here,” he tells you. You laugh and slam the trunk closed, machete in hand. Your cousin’s car pulls up, parking next to your own. You smile and wave at her.

“Serious. Right. Sorry. Go ahead,” you say.

“I was thinking you should come to the bunker,” he says. You smile and roll your eyes.

“I was planning to come by after this,” you tell him. He sighs and cuts the engine off, having reached the motel.

“No, Y/N. That’s not what I meant,” he says. You hold up a finger to your cousin, asking her to give you a minute when she gets out of the car. “You should move…into the bunker…with me.” You’re mid swing on the machete when he asks, causing you to freeze. The machete slips from your hand, landing near your cousin.

“Jesus, Y/N!!” She snaps. You wave a hand at her in apology as you walk away.

“What are you saying, Dean?” You asks. He lets out a chuckle.

“I’m saying that…I’ve really started to hate sleeping alone, sleeping without you. I hate waking up without you,” he starts. “Now, I don’t wanna tie you down or anything. Do your hunts, whatever you want. I just want the bunker to be…home.” You hold the phone away for a moment and breathe deeply. You were mere moments from clearing a vampire nest. You weren’t about to cry. Returning the phone to your ear, you can’t help but smile.

“Dean,” you say. “I’ll go anywhere you go. You’re already my home.” Dean smiles and closes his eyes for a second, thanking anyone who was listening.

They say that the road ain’t no place to start a family,

Right down the line, it’s been you and me,

And lovin’ a music man ain’t always what it’s supposed to be,

Oh, girl, you stand by me,

I’m forever yours,

Faithfully.

You walk into the kitchen of the bunker one morning, stretching. Sam’s already sitting at the table, his laptop open in front of him. You smile at him widely and walk over, kissing his cheek quickly.

“Morning, Sammy,” you tell him. He looks at you and laughs lightly.

“Good morning,” he says, watching as you walk over to the counter, humming. You pour yourself a cup of coffee, swaying to the music in your head. “You’re awful perky this morning.”

“Am I?” You ask, glancing back at him. He laughs and nods. You shrug, leaning against the counter.

“I guess you two had a good Valentine's Day?” He asks.

“We had a great Valentine’s Day,” you laugh.

“Well, I’m glad,” Sam tells you, looking back at his computer. Dean comes in, a smile to rival yours plastered on his face. He walks over and kisses you quickly before getting his own coffee. Sam looks at the two of you and starts to laugh. “Is that a hickey??” He asks. You and Dean exchange glances before Dean moves your hair from your shoulder, examining your neck briefly. He smirks.

“Looks like it,” he says. You laugh and shrug at Sam.

“I said it was great,” you tell him. Dean smiles and pulls you in for another kiss, your arms snaking around his neck.

“I found a case. If either of you care,” Sam announces. Dean sighs as he let you go and turns to his brother, taking a drink of his coffee. “Stacy Altman, 19 year old babysitter from Hudson, Ohio was murdered last night,” he says. Dean nods slightly.

“Oh, that blows. But if her name’s not Amara, how is that us?” He asks. You lean against Dean and he wraps his arm around your waist.

“Because her heart was ripped out,” Sam tells you both. You grimace and Dean nods.

“On Valentine’s Day? What is that, like an ironic werewolf? Alright, we’ll check it out. But first, I need bacon.” Dean gives your waist a squeeze then looks down at you. “You coming?”

“Think I’ll hang back, keep working this Amara thing,” you tell him, going to leave the kitchen. Dean smirks and gives your ass a quick smack. You let out a squeak of surprise and look back at him as you go into the hallway. You just hear Sam mutter something about the two of you being disgusting as you head back towards your bedroom.

Glancing over your shoulder, you close the door behind you before locking yourself in the bathroom. You look at yourself in the mirror, take a deep breath, then pick up the stick you had left on the counter earlier.

“Please be negative,” you mumble a quick prayer.

You and Dean had only been together for about a year. You were both hunters. God’s sister was currently on the loose and very much out to end the world. This had to be the absolute worst timing. The two of you hadn’t even discussed starting a family. It certainly wasn't on your radar and you couldn’t imagine it was on Dean’s either.

You’d bought the pregnancy test a few days ago when your period failed to make its monthly appearance. You hadn’t mentioned anything to Dean yet, didn’t want him freaking out over nothing. Cause that’s all this was, of course. Nothing.

The timer you had set on your phone goes off and you nearly jump out of your skin. You flip the test over and…

About a day later, Dean pulls the Impala into the garage of the bunker. He sighs as he cuts the car off and lays his head against the steering wheel. Sam looks at him and smiles a little.

“Dean, it’s not that big of a deal. It’s not like you cheated on her,” he says. Dean shakes his head slightly.

“Doesn’t feel different,” he says. “We just had this great day, things were going so well…”

“She won’t be upset, Dean. Come on,” he says, getting out of the car. Dean frowns then gets out as well. They both get their bags and then head to their respective bedrooms. Dean tosses his bag into the corner then sits on the edge of the bed, running his hands over his face.

You make your way down to the room nervously, wringing your hands. You’d been practicing your speech ever since you’d read the test. You had it all planned out and were absolutely prepared to tell Dean. That was until he’d told you they were headed home. The minute you’d received that text, your nerves had gotten the better of you. You had been running every possible bad scenario, each one worse than the last.

“Dean?” You ask, stepping into the bedroom. You frown when you see him so distraught. “What’s wrong??” You ask. He pats the spot next to him and you bite your lip as you walk over. He knows. He already knows and he’s breaking up with me. You sit down next to him and he turns to face you.

“This case…it was a witch, a curse…it was passed by kissing. I kissed the woman who had it and got it passed to me so she was safe,” he explains. You let out a breath and take his hands in your own.

“Dean, did you think I’d be upset about that?” You ask with a laugh. He sighs and shakes his head.

“I’m not finished,” he tells you. Your smile falls slightly and he looks at your hands. “The curse, it takes the form of your deepest, darkest desire and then that person or whatever kills you.”

“I’m…guessing that wasn’t me,” you say. He shakes his head. “Amara?” You already knew before he said anything else. From the moment she’d been freed from her cage, she had some weird connection to Dean. It had only been a few weeks since he told you that she’d kissed him and he couldn’t help but kiss her back. It stung, sure, but you knew it wasn’t Dean.

“I don’t want this, Y/N. I don’t want her. I just can’t shake this hold she has on me. Sitting here with you right now, I want nothing more than to kill her,” he starts quickly. “But when I’m around her, I can’t do anything.” You let his hands go and take his face gently, raising it up to meet yours. You press a soft, gentle kiss to his lips.

“I’m not mad at you, Dean. I know you love me. We’ll shake this Amara thing soon enough and get back to normal,” you assure him. “You and me. And…whoever else comes along.” He looks up at you, confused. You smile at him and stand, walking over to the desk. It isn’t until now that Dean notices the small gift bag sitting on it. “It’s a little late for Valentine’s now but…” You shrug and hand him the bag. He raises a skeptical eyebrow at you before pulling the pink and blue tissue paper out of it. He looks into the bag, then up at you quickly.

“Is this…” He stops before sliding the contents of the bag into his hand. His hands shake as he flips it around, trying to find the little screen for confirmation.

Pregnant.

“Oh my god,” he says, staring down at the test in his hand. “This is…”

A mistake. The worst possible timing. Not what I want at all. You brace yourself against the desk behind you, waiting for the death blow.

“This is…incredible,” Dean says finally, looking up at you. There are tears in his eyes threatening to spill over but his face changes the second his eyes meet yours. “Are you okay?” He asks, jumping up quickly. His hands come to rest on your shoulders as he looks you over. “Y/N, you look like you’ve seen a ghost. Which…is really saying something for us.”

“You’re happy,” you say quietly, looking at him. His brow furrows in confusion as he takes in your state.

“What? Of course I’m happy!! I mean…” He stops and shrugs. “Timing could be better but…a baby!!” He lets out a laugh and lifts you into a tight hug, spinning you around the room. You squeal and laugh as well, tears of sheer joy and relief streaming down your cheeks. “I’m gonna be a dad!! Sammy!!” He calls out, setting you on your feet. He grabs your hand and pulls you down the hallway quickly.

Circus life under the big-top world,

We all need the clowns to make us smile,

Through space and time, always another show,

Wonderin’ where I am lost without you,

3…2…1…*beep, beep, beep*

You stare into the microwave as the light goes out. Popping the door open, you grab the bottle and test the milk on your wrist. Perfect temp. You turn to go feed your three month old son and accidentally send the stack of neglected and dirty dishes crashing to the floor.

“Dammit,” you curse, setting the bottle on the counter. Kneeling down, you start to pick up the pieces of the shattered dishes and old food.

“Y/N?” Mary asks, stepping into the room. “What happened?” She comes over quickly to help. You glance up at her and shake your head before hissing in pain. You’d managed to cut your hand on a shard of glass. “Oh, Y/N.” Falling back against the counter behind you, your emotions overwhelm you.

“I can’t do this anymore, Mary,” you cry.

Dean and Sam were missing. They had taken on Lucifer once again and this time he was possessing the president. That was almost two months ago. For two months you've been struggling to take care of your newborn son on your own. Sure, you had Cas and Mary but it wasn’t the same. D.J. needed his father.

“I’m so sorry, Y/N. I…what do you need me to do?” She asks, handing you a dish towel. Wrapping it around your cut hand, you glance back up at the bottle.

“Could you feed D.J. for me? I just…I need a minute,” you tell her.

“Of course,” she says. She gives your arm a quick, reassuring squeeze before leaving you alone in the kitchen.

You lay your head back against the counter and close your eyes, allowing the tears to fall once again as you contemplate life as a single mother. You knew this life was risky, of course. You knew there was always a chance one of you wouldn’t come back from a hunt. You just didn’t expect it to be two months into actually being parents.

“Y/N? Are you alright?” Cas asks, when he sees you. You shake your head, eyes still squeezed closed as you cry.

Cas frowns as he walks over, taking in the disaster that is the kitchen. He hesitates for a moment before carefully sitting down next to you. You lay your head over on his shoulder as the sobs rake through your body. Cas shifts awkwardly and you feel his arm come around your shoulders, comfortingly. The pain alleviates in your hand and you pull it from the towel, perfectly healed.

“Thank you,” you mumble between sobs.

“I wish there was more I could do,” he says. You wipe at your cheeks and shake your head.

“Please stop blaming yourself. You followed the plan,” you tell him, laying your head back on his shoulder.

The two of you sit in silence for a while, you don’t know how long. Eventually, you sit up and find a clean part of the partially bloodied towel to wipe your face. You rise from the floor and look at the mess at your feet before taking in the rest of the kitchen. You’d really let things slide lately. You sigh and shake your head, going to get the trash can. Mary comes back into the kitchen.

“No,” she says. You stop and look at her.

“What?” You ask, confused.

“You need to go get some rest. Take a shower. Take a nap. Refresh and reset,” she tells you, taking the trash can from your hand.

“Mary, there’s too much to do,” you respond, looking around at the kitchen again. It wasn’t just the kitchen either. You knew the library, war room, and bedrooms needed your attention as well.

“Castiel and I will take care of it,” she says, sending a pointed look to the angel as he gets up from the floor. He nods, looking at you.

“Of course,” he says. Looking between the two, you realize there’s no point in arguing. You were absolutely exhausted, barely able to get any sleep the last two months. Mary smiles at you, reassuringly.

“Shower. Bed,” she tells you. You sigh and nod, reaching for the baby monitor but Mary snatches it up quickly. “I’ve got him too.”

“Okay,” you surrender, holding your hands up.

You head down the hall and steal a quick peek in at your son, sleeping soundly in his crib. Continuing down the hall, you go into yours and Dean’s bedroom, closing the door behind you. One hour-long, steaming hot shower later, you slip into one of Dean’s t-shirts then under the covers. You don’t expect sleep to overwhelm you as quickly as it does. Your last thoughts are the same as they’ve been for the last two months.

Where are you, Dean?

And being apart ain’t easy on this love affair,

Two strangers learn to fall in love again,

I get the joy of rediscovering you,

Oh, girl, you stand by me,

I’m forever yours,

Faithfully.

Dean smiles politely at the waitress, taking his order. She was clearly flirting with him even though he’d told her about you and D.J. She walks off to put his order in, dinner for him and Sam to go, and he pulls his phone out to call you. It rings three times before you pick up.

“Hey,” you say, smiling. You’re sitting in the library, having just gotten D.J. down for the night.

“I miss you,” he says with a sigh. “This waitress won’t leave me alone.”

“I’m sorry. Is Dean Winchester complaining about being hit on?” You laugh. He shakes his head as he glances around, his eyes landing on the mechanical bull.

“I told her I had someone back home and a kid. She’s still flirting,” he says, watching as someone gets thrown off. He lets out a chuckle. “I was better than that,” he mumbles.

“What?” You ask.

“There’s a…a mechanical bull,” he tells you. You throw your head back, laughing. “What’s so funny?”

“I would pay to see that,” you tease him.

“Hey. I was awesome,” he assures you.

“Man. I can’t believe I missed that,” you say, still laughing. He smiles and shakes his head before someone catches his attention.

“Babe, I gotta let you go. Think I just got a lead on our case,” he says, standing up quickly. Your smile slips slightly and you nod.

“Be careful,” you tell him before he hangs up. You sigh and lean back in the chair.

“Dean’s been hexed. He’s losing his memory.”

That was the call you’d received from Sam earlier in the day. He thought it might be best if you were there to help. Thankfully, Mary had been in the neighborhood so she could keep D.J. for you. You’d peeled out of the garage, tires squealing as you headed for Arkansas, a 7 and a half hour drive. You make it in six.

You whip into the parking lot of the motel Sam had given you the address to and park next to the Impala. Grabbing your bag, you make for the door of the guys’ room and knock quickly. However, it isn’t Sam or Dean who answer the door but Rowena. Your shock gives way to anger almost immediately.

“Did you do this??” You snap, stepping up to her quickly. Her eyes widen in surprise before she smiles.

“Afraid not, dear,” she says. “But I am here to help.”

“Help? Are you kidding?” You ask, looking at Sam as he steps up behind Rowena.

“I know, I know. But...I didn’t know where else to go,” he explains. You sigh and glance around, spotting Dean sitting on one of the beds. He’s laughing at whatever he’s watching on the TV. He looks over and his eyes lock with yours before he smiles widely.

“Hi,” he says, standing. He remembered you. You smile as you walk over to him.

“Hey. How are you feeling?” You ask, your hands resting on his arms. He looks down at your hands then back at you.

“Much better now that you're here,” he says, his smile turning into a smirk. “I’m, ugh…I’m…”

“Dean,” Sam says, frowning.

“Yea. I’m Dean,” he says, introducing himself. Your smile fades as you take a step back. He didn’t remember you. It was worse than you’d thought. Sam’s hand comes to rest on your shoulder and you shake your head.

“I need some air,” you say quietly before leaving the room. Dean frowns as you go and Sam sighs, ushering him to the bathroom to talk. He explains the situation to him, reminding him of everything, everyone. Dean runs a hand over his face.

“So, after everything…that’s it. This is what nails me,” he says. Sam shakes his head quickly.

“No. No, no. Dean. I-it,” he stops and takes a deep breath. “It’s not gonna happen, all right?” Dean looks at him and Sam can see the fear in his eyes.

“Well, you just told me my whole life story. And I gotta be honest, man. I…I can feel it, slipping out of my head. I mean ganking monsters is one thing. But this…” He covers his face with his hands. “I forgot Y/N and my own son.”

“We’ll figure it out. We will,” Sam assures his older brother before standing up. He leaves the bathroom and finds you outside the door.

“Can I?” You ask, pointing to it. Sam nods and steps out of the way. You push the door open slightly and peek in. Dean is standing over the sink, staring at himself in the mirror.

“Okay. My name is Dean Winchester. Sam is my brother. Ugh, Mary Winchester is my mom. Cast - Cas is my best friend. Y/N is my wi…girlfr…” He stops and you sigh before stepping into the bathroom.

“Girlfriend,” you provide. He looks over at you then down, embarrassed.

“I’m so sorry.”

“It’s not your fault,” you tell him, leaning back against the door. He walks over quickly and wraps you up in a tight hug as though clinging to your very memory for dear life.

“I don’t remember what he looks like,” he says quietly. You can hear the crack in his voice, the emotion choking him up. You’re fighting tears yourself now.

“Just like you. Your eyes and everything,” you say.

“What’s D.J. even stand for?” He asks, still clinging onto you.

“Dean Junior,” you tell him. He nods and looks down at you. “You didn’t really want to name him after you but I insisted. Cause I want him to be just like his father.” He smiles a little before leaning his forehead against yours. “We’re gonna fix you, Dean. I swear.” There’s a knock on the door and you glance back.

“Y/N, we need to go,” Sam says.

“I’m coming,” you call back to him. You look up at Dean once more and take his face in your hands. You stand up on your toes, closing the distance between the two of you, and kiss him. You had to tell yourself this wouldn’t be the last kiss the two of you would share. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” he tells you. You can’t be sure if he actually means it or if he’s saying it back to spare your feelings at this point. Did he even remember how much you two loved each other? You smile at him before leaving the bathroom and following Sam out the door. Dean rushes out behind you to the desk inside the room. Rowena watches as he jots down a quick note and sticks it in his front pocket. He glances at her and she raises an eyebrow. “Just a reminder…”

The three of you get back to the bunker later the next day, Dean’s memories restored. Mary meets you all in the garage, D.J. in her arms. Dean practically bursts from the car and rushes over, taking his son. Mary smiles as she hands him over.

“Glad you’re better,” she says, patting his shoulder. Dean smiles at her before kissing D.J.’s forehead.

“Can’t believe I forgot him,” he says quietly. You smile as you walk past, heading towards the bedroom to put your bags away. Dean watches you go before looking at his mother. “I need your help.” She nods.

“Of course. With what?” She asks. He pulls a piece of paper from his front pocket.

“I don’t remember writing it but…it’s my handwriting. And I mean…” He trails off as he hands the paper to her. She reads it and her eyes widen before looking back up at him.

A few minutes later, Dean comes down to the bedroom and leans against the door frame, watching you. You’re busy taking the clothes from both of your go bags and putting them into the hamper to take care of later. You glance back and smile.

“I figured you’d still be spending time with D.J.”

“Wanted to spend time with you,” he says, walking in. He closes the door before walking over and wrapping his arms around you. You smile as you slip your arms around his neck. He leans in and kisses you gently, his hands sliding over your waist slowly. He pulls away too soon and you lean in again. He laughs lightly. “Hold on.”

“I don’t really want to,” you laugh.

“I wanna give you something,” he says. You raise an eyebrow at him as he reaches into his pocket. He pulls a folded piece of paper out and holds it up between the two of you. “I wrote this at some point during the whole…hexed thing.” You take it, giving him a skeptical look. He seems nervous and you can’t figure out why. You unfold the piece of paper slowly.

Dean. If you survive this, marry Y/N.

It was scratched onto the paper quickly and sloppily but it was for sure Dean’s handwriting. You can’t help the gasp that escapes your lips as you look back up at Dean. He’s watching you, trying to read your face, as he reaches into his pocket once again. This time he produces a ring.

“Oh my god,” you whisper.

“I, ugh…I thought I was going to have to save up to buy a ring but,” he stops and shrugs. “Mom gave me hers. Didn’t even ask. Said she wanted you to have it.”

“Oh my god,” you say again, swallowing thickly.

“Marry me, Y/N?” He asks. You take a shaky breath as the tears finally start to fall.

“Yes,” you tell him. He smiles widely and pulls you in for another kiss. This time you pull away too soon, holding your left hand up. “I want my ring.” He laughs lightly as he looks at it.

“Dad had it inscribed. I didn’t know that. Mom just showed it to me,” he says. You take it and hold it up, trying to read the inside. You smile widely as you make out the two words. They couldn’t have been more true for the two for you. He takes the ring back and slides it onto your left hand before lifting you and tossing you onto the bed.

Forever yours.

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subbywhoreboy · 8 months ago

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Imagine your dom catching you while touching yourself 😵‍💫

I just freeze and stare at her in shock and embarrassment then she commands me to continue and whimper and moan like the whore I am. 😖

As I’m touching myself she comes behind me and starts whispering in my ear.

“You’re such a naughty whore for touching without my permission don’t you know that~”

“Y-Ye-“

“Shhhhh I don’t think I told you, you could speak did I?”

*Shaking my head and whimpering even more*

“Good good now go ahead and get close for me. Will ya sweetheart?”

I start touching myself faster while she caresses my chest and licks my ear. Letting out more submissive noises.

My puppy part start twitching intensely as I whine. Nonverbally begging to cum.

“You close puppy?”

“Mhm” while nodding my head

“Good~”

Suddenly she bend me forward and put my hand behind my back.

“W-wait wha-“

*spank* “Shut up slut you think I would let you cum so easily after you touched yourself without my permission?”

*whimpering into bed sheets.*

*spank* God listen to you whimper after I degrade and spank you. You really are such a bitch for me.” *spank*

“Now I’m going to spank you until you cum. Shouldn’t be too hard since you were already close huh slut?” *spank*

*trembling under her already close*

“Pfttt *spank* I know you were close *spank* but my god *hard spank* I didn’t know you got close this fast. Maybe *spank* I should spank *spank* you more often? Wouldn’t you like that?” *spank *

*slowly leaking cum on the bed, ass scorching red, shivering intensely under her.*

“Awwww look at the cute wittle pwppy leak all over the bed.” *couple more spanks to get everything out.*

*heaving under her, completely finished and empty.*

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hopelesslygaysstuff · 1 year ago

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Imagining R with mean mommy Wanda and she wanted a more soft, intimate night since Wanda is usually pretty rough (cause yk she’s mean) but she’s too nervous to ask her but Wanda hears her thoughts about it and surprises her with soft, slow intimacy that night hjuehehejwien 🤭

Awwww wait this is really cute

You're obviously still really happy with Wanda, you'll take anything she gives you. But... a part of you just craves some occasional slow, gentle, loving sex.

Of course, you really love all the rough fucking that Wanda gladly gives you, but you're just... nervous to ask for something different? You shouldn't be nervous, but you are.

God, normally people are nervous to ask for kinky, rough sex. But here you were, wringing your hands together while Wanda disappeared into the walk-in closet. I mean, what do you even say?

'Hey baby, love of my life, mean older girlfriend. I absolutely adore the way you degrade me and shove me around and fuck me deep and hard. But my silly little brain just wants ONE night of slow, gentle sex. Think you could switch gears on a whim for me?'

I mean, who fucking asks that?

"Sweetheart?"

You look up, having gotten lost in your head.

Wanda's scarlet eyes shine back at you, and you immediately blanch. Great, now she'd read your mind. Why was it so embarrassing to ask for soft sex?

"Oh, honey," Wanda sits next to you on the bed. "It's not embarrassing. I'm sorry that I made you feel like you couldn't talk to me about your needs."

You're surprised, your eyes snapping to hers and finding nothing but love and support. Her hands are gentle, slowly stroking over your skin as she starts a discussion about your needs and wants. The two of you discuss boundaries, and what you expect from a sex with your partner.

It's relieving, to finally talk about it. You reassure Wanda that you love her mean side, but you need some softness every so often. Wanda suprises you by saying she agrees and that she's been wanting gentle sex with you for some time as well.

That night, you've never felt more close to Wanda. She's soft, caring, and gentle. You can feel her love for you with every stroke of her fingers and every swipe of her tongue across your skin. She makes you cum with her fingers, whispering affirmations in your ear as you arch beneath her.

After that night you are closer than ever to your girlfriend, and she even implements a new rule for you. After each scene, you discuss what you liked about it, if your boundaries or limits had changed, and what you wanted to do differently, if anything. All while cuddling.

It's perfect. And you couldn't ask for a more perfect, caring, mean when necessary, and beautiful partner.

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i-heart-slashers · 25 days ago

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ℌ𝔬𝔴 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔶 𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔠𝔱 𝔴𝔥𝔢𝔫 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔰𝔥𝔬𝔴 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔪 𝔞𝔣𝔣𝔢𝔠𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫

⤷ 𝗴𝗲𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝗻𝗲𝘂𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗹. 𝗻𝗼 𝗱𝗲𝘀𝗰𝗿𝗶𝗽𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗼𝗳 𝗳𝗲𝗮𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗲𝘀. 𝗻𝗼 𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝘀𝗶𝘇𝗲, 𝗿𝗮𝗰𝗲 𝗼𝗿 𝗮𝗴𝗲. 𝗟𝗲𝘁 𝗺𝗲 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝗶𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗰𝗮𝗻𝗼𝗻 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝘀𝗹𝗮𝘀𝗵𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝗼𝗿 𝘃𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗮𝗶𝗻𝘀!

🇲🇦🇮🇳 🇲🇦🇸🇹🇪🇷🇱🇮🇸🇹 🔪🇲🇦🇸🇹🇪🇷🇱🇮🇸🇹 II

𝕸𝖎𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖊𝖑 𝕸𝖞𝖊𝖗𝖘 🇷🇪🇦🇨🇹🇮🇴🇳: 🇫🇷🇪🇪🇿🇪🇸 🇱🇮🇰🇪 🇦 🇩🇪🇪🇷 🇮🇳 🇭🇪🇦🇩🇱🇮🇬🇭🇹🇸.

You sneak up and hug him from behind or kiss his mask, and he just stops. Completely still, like you just triggered some hidden reboot button.

He won’t push you away, but he also doesn’t respond much. It’s more like his brain has to buffer the whole event.

Later though, you’ll notice him lingering closer than usual or standing protectively near you—his quiet, masked way of returning the affection.

𝕱𝖗𝖊𝖉𝖉𝖞 𝕶𝖗𝖚𝖊𝖌𝖊𝖗 🇷🇪🇦🇨🇹🇮🇴🇳: 🇨🇴🇨🇰🇾 🇧🇦🇸🇹🇦🇷🇩 🇨🇷🇺🇲🇧🇱🇪🇸… 🇯🇺🇸🇹 🇦 🇱🇮🇹🇹🇱🇪.

At first, he plays it off with some dirty joke. “Careful, sweetheart—keep that up and I might start thinkin’ you like me.”

But then you catch the flicker of genuine surprise and confusion in his eyes—like, you actually like him?

He’ll act unaffected but starts trying to get your attention more often, fishing for compliments like a gremlin. Big “insults are my love language” energy.

𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖗𝖑𝖊𝖘 𝕷𝖊𝖊 𝕽𝖆𝖞 🇷🇪🇦🇨🇹🇮🇴🇳: 🇱🇴🇺🇩 🇫🇱🇺🇸🇹🇪🇷🇪🇩 🇸🇼🇪🇦🇷🇮🇳🇬 + 🇸🇺🇷🇵🇷🇮🇸🇪 🇦🇫🇫🇪🇨🇹🇮🇴🇳 🇧🇦🇨🇰.

You hug or compliment him? Expect him to be all, “The fuck are you doin’, doll?”

But then he’s smirking and pulling you onto his lap five minutes later. He pretends to hate it, but he lives for your attention.

Might try to one-up you with more affection just to prove he’s better at it. Expect chaotic cuddle fights.

𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕷𝖔𝖘𝖙 𝕭𝖔𝖞𝖘 🇷🇪🇦🇨🇹🇮🇴🇳: 🇨🇴🇱🇱🇪🇨🇹🇮🇻🇪 🇨🇴🇨🇰🇾 🇸🇲🇺🇬🇳🇪🇸🇸, 🇧🇺🇹 🇸🇪🇨🇷🇪🇹🇱🇾 🇸🇴🇫🇹 🇦🇫.

If you show affection to one of them, the others will instantly start teasing. “Aww, look at Paul gettin’ all blushy.”

They act like they're too cool for it, but they all secretly melt when you show each of them attention.

Dwayne's the quiet one who holds your hand later. Marko would dramatically swoon when you kiss him. David just stares at you like you're the only thing on earth worth looking at.

Group cuddles become a thing. Good luck escaping.

𝕭𝖎𝖑𝖑𝖞 𝕷𝖔𝖔𝖒𝖎𝖘 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝕾𝖙𝖚 𝕸𝖆𝖈𝖍𝖊𝖗 🇷🇪🇦🇨🇹🇮🇴🇳: 🇴🇵🇵🇴🇸🇮🇹🇪 🇪🇳🇩🇸 🇴🇫 🇹🇭🇪 🇫🇱🇺🇸🇹🇪🇷🇪🇩 🇸🇵🇪🇨🇹🇷🇺🇲.

Hug Billy? Compliment him? He gets tense, eyes narrow like he’s trying to figure out if this is a trap. But he wants it—he just doesn’t know how to take it.

Stu, meanwhile, is all “Awwww babe!!” and wraps you up like an overgrown puppy.

Billy eventually accepts it in private—quiet kisses and staring when he thinks you’re asleep. Stu’s openly clingy and dramatic and absolutely asks for more constantly.

𝕬𝖗𝖙 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝕮𝖑𝖔𝖜𝖓 🇷🇪🇦🇨🇹🇮🇴🇳: 🇺🇳🇵🇷🇪🇩🇮🇨🇹🇦🇧🇱🇪, 🇧🇺🇹 🇼🇪🇮🇷🇩🇱🇾 🇸🇼🇪🇪🇹.

Hugging him is a gamble—he might tilt his head and mime swooning… or he might just start honking that horn in your face.

But when you catch him off guard with a kiss on the cheek? He goes still, then starts doing this exaggerated silent soap-opera-style “I’ve been struck by love” bit.

Gives you little flowers or gifts from who-knows-where. He doesn’t talk, but he adores being loved.

𝕿𝖍𝖔𝖒𝖆𝖘 𝕳𝖊𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖙 (𝕷𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖋𝖆𝖈𝖊) 🇷🇪🇦🇨🇹🇮🇴🇳: 🇧🇮🇬 🇸🇴🇫🇹 🇹🇪🇩🇩🇾 🇧🇪🇦🇷 🇪🇳🇪🇷🇬🇾. 🇴🇻🇪🇷🇼🇭🇪🇱🇲🇪🇩 🇧🇺🇹 🇹🇭🇷🇮🇱🇱🇪🇩.

You kiss his cheek or hold his hand? Immediate bashful giggling and hiding behind his hands or apron.

He’s super affectionate back, just in shy and gentle ways—letting you sit on his lap while he works, holding you tight when he sleeps.

Totally the type to give you handmade gifts or carve little hearts into wood scraps for you. Precious.

𝕵𝖆𝖘𝖔𝖓 𝖁𝖔𝖔𝖗𝖍𝖊𝖊𝖘 🇷🇪🇦🇨🇹🇮🇴🇳: 🇬🇪🇳🇹🇱🇪 🇬🇮🇦🇳🇹 🇲🇴🇩🇪 🇦🇨🇹🇮🇻🇦🇹🇪🇩.

He’s so confused the first time. Like… you just hugged him?? On purpose???

But he absolutely loves it. He might not know how to show it well, but he’ll start following you around like a huge silent puppy.

Will give you the softest touches—a hand on your shoulder, a pat on your head. He’s careful, always making sure he doesn’t hurt you.

You’re the only person who gets to see this softer side of him.

𝕲𝖍𝖔𝖘𝖙𝖋𝖆𝖈𝖊 (𝖌𝖊𝖓𝖊𝖗𝖆𝖑𝖎𝖟𝖊𝖉) 🇷🇪🇦🇨🇹🇮🇴🇳: 🇹🇦🇱🇰🇸 🇦 🇧🇮🇬 🇬🇦🇲🇪, 🇭🇪🇦🇷🇹 🇬🇴🇪🇸 🇲🇺🇸🇭.

Doesn't matter which Ghostface variant, they almost always talk tough. Sarcastic quips, maybe even mocking your affection a little.

But inside? MELTING.

They start low-key chasing your attention after that. “You missed your daily compliment quota, babe. Get back here.”

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