#so warm and fuzzy ❤

[blueberrisdove-sideblog2]

puppy love! ◞❤︎ tws : gn!reader, fluff and very suggestive.

“Down, boy—Phai, down!”

Your voice squeaked as the massive, snowy-white puppy tackled you to the floor, hands bigger than your face and tail thumping like a war drum against the couch. He was cute—so cute—and warm, with soft ears flopping as he tilted his head down, blue eyes gleaming with mischief.

“But I wanna cuddle…” he whined, voice just barely deeper than a whimper, his whole body sprawled on top of yours. His tail gave a slow wag-wag-wag.

You squirmed beneath the weight of him. “You're not a lap dog anymore, Phai. You're—like—a whole mattress.”

“Mhm,” he purred smugly, nose nuzzling into your neck. “Then lie back and get comfy. I am the mattress now.”

Your cheeks burned, caught between laughter and complete surrender. He smelled like warmth and stardust, and his white hair tickled your arms as he shifted slightly—enough to press even closer, if that was possible. You could feel the soft vibrations of a pleased purr in his chest, deep and smug.

“Phainon…”

His tongue flicked out and licked your cheek.

You gasped. “Phai! That’s—!”

“Marking my favorite human. Mine.”

He curled around you then, spooning you with all his oversized, squishy warmth. His nose tucked under your chin, his tail curled over your waist, and those big blue eyes closed peacefully.

You could barely move—but really, did you want to?

He hummed again, one hand possessively draped over your stomach. “Gonna nap now. Don’t wriggle too much, ‘kay? You’re so soft when you stay still…”

You buried your face into his chest, heart thudding, and whispered, “You’re impossible.”

“Mhmm. But you love me.”

You couldn’t argue with that.

He was dozing on top of you, all fuzzy warmth and sleepy weight, when your hand slid up—half for comfort, half curiosity—and gently scratched behind one of his floppy, snow-soft ears.

His entire body jerked.

“Ah—!”

You blinked. “...Did you just whimper?”

“N-No,” he grumbled immediately, nose twitching as he curled tighter around you like he could hide the sound he'd just made. His cheeks were definitely turning pink.

You raised a brow and scratched again, just a little slower.

“Ahn—s-stop that,” he mumbled, voice cracking as he shoved his face into your neck. “I-It’s... sensitive.”

“But you’re wagging your tail.”

“Shut up,” he whined.

You giggled, unable to help yourself. “Are you blushing? Is the big scary puppy blushing because I scratched his wittle ear?”

He gave a low growl, more embarrassed than angry, and sank his teeth very gently into your sleeve, like he was trying to reclaim some kind of dominance. Except he looked like a sulky marshmallow, ears drooping and eyes glassy with fluster.

You scratched again.

This time, he melted.

His whole body went limp on top of you. He sighed so dramatically it made your chest rumble with it. “Haaaahh... okay... maybe just a little longer... But don’t tell anyone, or I’ll chew your socks.”

“I dare you,” you teased, hand now fully committed to scratching behind both ears.

He didn’t answer. Just wiggled closer, tail thumping like crazy, his breathing slowing into soft little huffs as he nuzzled deeper into your neck.

“…My favorite human,” he mumbled sleepily. “Gonna marry you. Or bite anyone who tries first.”

“Romantic,” you snorted.

“I’m a puppy. What do you expect.”

And just like that, you were stuck, held hostage by one enormous, flustered, slightly possessive pillow of fluff—his big ears twitching each time your fingers grazed the right spot, making him mumble nonsense in his sleep.

Not that you were complaining.

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[yuukimiyas]

chloe !!! chloe chloe chloe !!! okay so u know how before i told ya that i told my crush i liked him n' he said dat thing i thought was really mean ???? well it turns out that he had noooo idea that i was trying to tell him that i liked him

(guess in his defense boys are dummies n' i waaasss a little vague wit it, cause the gist of what i said was "i reaaalllyyy like someone, but i'm sure they don't like me back" and mi girl brain was soooo convinced that dat was an obvious confession)

but !!! but apparently what he said was jus a deflection bc he got nervy, n' he thought i was talkin' about somebody else... but... but !! HE LIKES ME BACK !!! last week on wednesday we were talkin' about it n' i told him "no i was talking about u sillie !!" n' he... he asked me ta be his girlfriend !! djhsisbdisjdiwhd i'm soooooo happieeee !!! ૮꒰˶ᵔ ᗜ ᵔ˶꒱ა˖⁺‧₊˚

oh my sweetest marina!! i do apologize for not answerin this for a few days but omg!!! ପ૮๑ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ๑ აଓ thats FANTASTIC NEWS!!! i'm sendin over a whole bouquet of roses & chocolates for you both!! boys are v much dummies sometimes ugh (っ- ‸ - ς) BUT i am so so SO HAPPY everyth worked out!!! :3 i love LOVE!! & i love when my friends are happy & it sounds like the two of you are p smitten hehee!! ૮꒰⸝⸝> ̫ <⸝⸝꒱ა im wishin nothin but the v best for you both!! ଘ(੭ˊᵕˋ)੭ ੈ♡‧₊˚ all my love to you always bby!!

[jadestone3]

✩‧₊˚ Breeding intent! —Sukuna Ryomen‪♡+.

*‪₊˚⊹Sneak peak 1.

Sukuna who is a brute, closer to an animal rather than a human. His heart is rotten, only murder and bloodshed fills his heart with a little joy.

Sukuna who told himself over and over again that having a lover, consort, or a baby, would only drag him down.

Yet, here he is. His little lover in his arms.

You make him feel warm and fuzzy, and he fucking hates it so much.

You’re the only one who calmed down the beast inside Sukuna.

He feels conflicted, should he brush you away or should he accept that maybe it isn’t horrible to have a lover.

And if his situation couldn’t get any worse, he has such lewd thoughts of breeding you full.

He wants to pound you for hours, having both of his fat cocks inside your poor pussy.

He wants to watch the white cream drip from your spent pussy, only to push his cum back in.

Sukuna wants a baby, he needs you to get pregnant❤︎

[screampied]

hii i just wanted to say that your writing is SO GOOD!! i saw that your requests are open so i’d love to see a hiromi (jjk) x reader fanfic because i haven’t seen nearly enough smut fanfics of him 😔💔 would lowkey love to see soft!dom hiromi or switch!hiromi but it’s your choice 🙏🏻🙏🏻 thanks for reading this, obviously if you’re not comfy with it then feel free to ignore this req!

❤︎ ໋𓈒 hiromi talking you through your first orgasm

warnings. fem! reader, soft dom! hiromi, cowgirl, praise, overstim, mdni.

an. thank YOUUUU SM !! <3

“hey, sweetheart don’t be shy,” he murmurs against your neck. you intake a sharp breath with your arms thrown around him. he stares at you with a soft smile, brushing a thumb against your cheek before planting a wet kiss against your mouth. “you’re close, aren’t you?”

“yeah…” you whined, burying your face into the crook of his name. higuruma lowly chuckles against your ear, he’s stuffed deep inside you, and you’re barely moving your hips—you shook, feeling the bundle of nerves all throughout your body commence into a sudden electrifying surge.

albeit, he was very much patient with you.

you melted into his embrace, gradually rocking your hips, and he softly drags your waist further against him. a raspy grunt leaving his mouth before he purrs. “mhm…easy, there we go, good girl. don’t rush. just like that. lean into me, baby. i got you.”

his words warmed its way into your heart and you let off a moan from the utter thickness of his dick stretching out your walls.

despite his girth easily outlining its way inside of your pussy, it felt good. he finds it cute the way you tremble against his touch, your legs trembling above him. “h—hiromi,” you panted, your voice being a bit more whiney — the coldness of his watch material dances against your skin, and it makes you shudder in desperate rapture. “i feel it, ‘s gonna.. ‘m gonna cum.”

“you are,” he whispers, kissing the inner part of your neck. “so be a good girl and give it to me, okay? nice ‘n slow, focus on your breathing for me baby.”

your hips bucked and bucked against higuruma in free will. eyes rolling, nearly drooling. you don’t think you’ve ever experienced a feeling like this. intimate, sure but you’ve always found it hard to please yourself. let alone find it embarrassing to even think of touching yourself.

alas, the moment you asked your lover, higuruma.. he was more than happy to comply. he wanted you to feel good, and that you were.

your mouth tasted a bit salty, and your nails dug into the thick fabric of his lazily half-on tux. higuruma smelt enchanting.

his cologne was just something you could never get enough of. the way he softly ghosts his fingertips against your bare ass.

so soft, it tickled for a brief moment before he brings his fingers towards your waist, outlining your curves — in his eyes, you were nothing more than a perfect girl to him.

“such a pretty body,” he utters, a groan nearly slipping past his lips. your head remained hidden into the side of his neck, gingerly nipping against his skin and he chuckles. “—and an even more playful girl.”

“hiromi, it feels— feels…”

you whimper, languidly leaning into his touch. each time your words got cut off by the sensations of your own cunt, your mind went fuzzy.

you could barely comprehend anything. buried into the hilt, he’s sinking into you with such gentle yet full throttle. “i know, baby. i feel it too. you’re getting me all…sensitive myself.”

his words made you throb, the way he’d pitch his voice and give you a teasing grin — you studied his facial expressions.

his pretty hooked nose that you’d kiss all over, the small dimples stretching near the corners of his lips unintentionally whenever he spoke a sentence. it always went on, higuruma treated you like a doll.

“just let go for me, princess. don’t gotta be shy to get a little filthy around me.” he whispers, kissing near the outer lobe of your ear.

you left off a soft moan against his ear, and the hairs beneath his neck stood up just from your voice. you felt your thigh start to shake just a bit as you steadily rutted your hips against him again and again and again. “oh, what—? you tryin' to give me a kiss, baby?”

he chuckles, watching you tilt your face forward, just missing his lips due to your eyes closed and he smiles. “come here, princess.”

you moaned into his mouth, swathing your arms around him and his lips curve into a warm smile. you tasted sweet…

indescribable yet entirely sugary. higuruma’s tongue grazes against your own before you started to jolt and shake, feeling it. he runs a hand down your back to soothe you before you’re cumming, whining.

higuruma shushes you, parting your legs for a brief moment before uttering once he moves his lips away.

“i know, i know. relax,” and he presses you against his chest to kiss your forehead. “good girl. such a good pretty girl,” and he softly strokes the back of your head — dick still twitching inside of you. you’re murmuring inaudible nothings of straight babbles and he smiles to himself. “that was just one orgasm, i wonder how’d you be if i pull another one out of you, princess.”

[l0velysmut]

miguel o’hara x fem!reader ❤︎

contains: short smut, oral (r recieving), praise kink, slight degrading??, miguel being big af with 11 inch fingers, brief p in v, size kink, i think that’s it.

wc: 564

Miguel had been in between your legs for hours with your legs over his big shoulders, your juices dripping down his chin and onto the sheets, surely soaking into the mattress by now. You didn’t even know how many times he had made you cum, you just knew it was a lot.

You squirmed and whimpered as his tongue continued to work wonders on your pretty little cunt, the prettiest in Miguel’s opinion.

His tongue glided up and down your slit before pushing just the tip of his tongue into your hole, bringing the warm muscle in and out to tease you. His once half lidded eyes were now wide open as he stared up at you to watch your reaction.

He groaned into your pussy, sending vibrations into your core when he saw your face scrunched up in pleasure and your hand pinching and rolling your nipples in between your fingers. His nose nudged against your throbbing and swollen clit as his face melted closer into your pussy.

He began to suck on your entrance, making your legs shake next to his head, but that wasn’t enough for him. He wanted you to completely suffocate him with your thighs, and he knew how to get his way by pushing his entire tongue into your pussy, flicking up and down.

This caused your thighs to close around his head, squeezing harshly as his tongue brought you to your peak which made him moan.

Your legs spasmed around his head, and your back arched up and down, your hands scratching and pulling at the sheets.

“M-Miguel!” You cried, your head thrown back against the silk pillows Miguel had gotten for the king sized bed you two shared in your apartment after he had stalked your socials and read that you loved silk because it’s reduces friction on your hair. He was so grateful for how much you posted about yourself before he asked you out because that gave him the opportunity to learn so much about you, and not only learn from your socials, but from your friends socials, too.

But anyways, he hummed, his face pulling away from your pussy, his face completely dripping with your sweet juices. He licked his lips, and around them, too, getting the most that he could with just his tongue.

He knelt on the bed in front of you, rubbing his long 11 inch finger hands up and down your thighs as his 6’9 body towered over you, his god like body completely bare.

“You did such a good job, cariño,” He praises, grabbing the underside of your thighs and pushing them to your chest. “Such a good girl for me.”

Your eyes open in alert when you feel the length of his girthy tip prodding at your soaking and spent opening. You gasp when it pushes in and you whine, reaching to grab his muscly forearm. “Mig, s’too much..”

“Oh, mi corazón, you didn’t think I was done with this pussy, did you?” He chuckles, pushing in more until he was halfway inside of you, admiring the delicious looking stretch of your pussy around him. “Don’t tell me my tongue made your brain all fuzzy, baby, cause you should’ve known I wasn’t done with you. You should’ve known I was gonna fuck you until you can’t even form a single thought in that little brain of yours.”

[miyukisu]

Took Me For a Ride .ᐟ

❤︎ | It's raining pretty hard outside—good thing there are more ways than one when it comes to warming yourselves up... (1.6k wc) ╰ feat. geto suguru (jjk) x afab! reader

kinktober entry no. 5 | kinktober masterlist

tags - cockwarming, suguru is a tease, established relationship, overstimulation, p in v, cowgirl position, profanity, both of you are students of jujutsu tech

minors do not interact

The teachers were gone for the day and it was rather peaceful. It meant that everyone back at the dorms could laze around in the room if they wanted to. But not you. Why would you stay in your room when you could be in Suguru's? Your boyfriend's bed felt better than yours anyway.

Having a day off was rare; you wanted to go out and make the most out of the day. But it was impossible at the moment. It was the middle of summer—highly unlikely for rain to fall—yet it did. It was raining like crazy.

It was a bummer. You were looking forward to doing all sorts of things with Suguru out in town. But then again, being wrapped up in Suguru's arms on what must be the comfiest bed in the world while the rain raged on didn't seem too bad either.

"How long do you think the rain will last?" you ask. He hummed and you felt it reverberate in his chest as you laid your head on top of him.

"Probably an hour or so. It's pretty strong." His soft voice was muddled by the raindrops that constantly hit the glass windows of his room.

You sigh, squeezing him a little tighter in your embrace. "That sucks."

"Don't you like cuddling with me?"

"You know that's not what I meant," you reply. Suguru chuckles softly, seeing you pout at his teasing. "It's just too cold. The blanket that we brought with us isn't thick enough," you add.

He starts rubbing his hand along your back as if that would generate some heat. "Want me to warm you up?"

The sly smirk on his face tells you that his words weren't at all innocent. He only confirmed your suspicions when you felt his hand go lower and lower—until he was groping your ass shamelessly.

You did this like clockwork. He does something so brazen and you respond in kind. Untangling your arms from his built frame, you straddle him. Suguru looks up at you with his cocky expression like he knows he has you wrapped around his finger.

"So eager to get warmed up hm?"

You shrug at him. "You offered, didn't you?"

You began rolling your hips on top of his while your hands remained firmly planted on his chest for support. Suguru's eyes never left your form; he wanted to ingrain every image into his memory. He was even kind enough to let you have the reins. He made himself comfortable, putting his hands behind his head to help him see you better—how your hips connected and how it would be even more so in a little while.

Often, you get lost in this feeling. Suguru hasn't filled you yet, but your mind was already fuzzy—opting to go on instinct alone.

A small whine leaves your lips and it makes the corners of his lips curl up. "I have a feeling that my pretty lady wants some more?"

You manage to scoff. "More? I want everything."

"Greedy, greedy, greedy," he repeats. He likes to act surprised as if this doesn't happen regularly. It makes it more exciting that way apparently.

"You know what to do then," he mutters beneath his breath.

And you do. You know it very well. You know to pull his sweats down excruciatingly slow because it makes his breath hitch. You know to trace that particular vein of his cock to make it harden completely. You know how to teasingly slide your panties off in a way that has his eyes almost popping out of his sockets. And you know how to give him a taste test before the main event.

Suguru licks his lips, watching the events unfold in front of him. It's a challenge for him to keep a straight face. Oh God, if you only knew the effect you had on him—you'd never be able to see him as a tough guy anymore.

You languidly swayed your hips forward and backward, rubbing your dripping core along the length of his cock. You were so close, yet so far.

"Trying to provoke me?"

His question was met by a teasing giggle. "I don't know what you're talking about."

"You fucking temptress," Suguru hisses and it makes you laugh again.

He may be getting impatient, but he can't help but let a smile form on his face. For now, he'll settle on grabbing your hips. He feels free to sink his fingers into your flesh, seeing as you practically allowed yourself to blue ball him without any remorse.

His tip keeps getting caught in your folds, hitting your clit the best way possible. As much as you wanted to keep on riling him up, you had your own limits too. Eventually, you craved something more stimulating.

Something that could actually bring you over the edge.

Suguru's eyebrows raise along with your hips. His smile grew wider, watching you hover above him.

"Heh... look who gave in."

"Oh please," you retort. It was an amusing sight to say the least—you being stubborn as you deftly hold his dick to line him up against your entrance.

Your nonchalance to the situation added to his own personal thrill. Seeing a woman flustered over sex is one thing, but to see them own it—it's everything.

Finally, you decide to do the right thing—give the both of you the relief you've been craving ever since Suguru grasped at your behind. You inch down, slowly. Even after all this time, his size manages to knock the air out of your lungs.

Little by little, you feel the sweet stretch that only he can give you. It slides in almost effortlessly with the way your walls have his cock memorized.

"Any time now," he teases. He finds joy in seeing your face scrunched up, either of annoyance or of pleasure. Either way, he was the cause of that reaction.

Soon as you reach the hilt, his hands grip your hips tighter. "Ah, stay right there, okay?"

"What? Why?"

A deep sigh escapes his lips. "Remember the last time you rode me like this—the way you bounced so shamelessly making the bed hit the wall over and over again? Or the way you were moaning like a bitch in heat?"

You click your lips at the recollection. You weren't proud of it, but neither did you understand what the issue was.

"So you must've forgotten how we got punished for that, hm?"

"I remember very well, baby. But that doesn't mean we can't have fun again?"

You intentionally clench around him, showing Suguru what he's missing out on. He sucks air through his teeth, trying not to fall for your trap.

"I think what you're forgetting is how they mostly punished me. They thought I was some brute fucking the brains out of you when in reality you're the slut who rode herself to orgasm."

To be fair, who would ever pin you as the type to do so? Clearly, it had to be Suguru's doing all along.

"Consider this as your own punishment," he adds.

But you scoff. Not even Suguru would stop you. So you brought your fingers down to your exposed clit, rubbing and making sure he was watching.

"This is a punishment, isn't it?"

"Then why aren't you stopping me?" you ask with a sly grin to boot.

The cocky smile vanished from his face as he swatted your disobedient hand away, replacing your fingers with his own.

Suguru was rougher. He knew how you liked it and it made your eyes water. It was like it was the easiest thing for him to do—playing with your pussy and making you cum all over him.

"F-fuck, slow down. I'm gonna cum."

"Isn't that the plan?" he quips. And as if on cue, you do come. He can tell with the way you clasp your hand over your mouth to prevent any of your pornographic moans from seeping through the walls.

What was supposed to be a smooth wave of pleasure was disturbed by his frantic movements. Suguru didn't let you peacefully ride out your orgasm. He was going to coax another one out of you and he was going to do it fast.

"H-hey, I'm serious—not so fast..."

But your pleas fell on deaf ears. Rarely did he get entranced by your pleasure, but perhaps today was different. His eyes were glued to your pussy, where the two of you were connected.

Like tidal wave, pleasure soars through you again. After being overstimulated so mercilessly, all the strength that held you up dissipated—leaving you a panting mess lying right on top of him.

You could feel the rumble of his chest against your cheek. "What? Can't take it anymore? Just rubbed your pussy a little bit and you're already out cold?"

"Shut up..." you spat back, albeit shakily. "And for your information—that wasn't just a little bit."

In between your pointless argument, Suguru was fighting for his life not to lose his shit—feeling the way your pussy clences and flutters around his neglected cock.

Suguru took a deep breath, lifting your hips up slightly. He anchored his feet to the bed, stabilizing himself You had a hunch where this was going...

For a man who teased you for being impatient, he was worse. He was deeply insatiable.

"Let me show you something that'll make that pale in comparison, hm?"

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╰ author's note fucking under cuddle weather hits different

[blushsturns]

perv!matt x innocent!reader ♡

part three ❤︎ seven minutes in heaven

description: when nick chooses you and matt to get stuck together in the closet during seven minutes in heaven, sexual tension is making itself very clear.

warnings: contains explicit content, but it is all consensual! touching, neck kissing, love bites, teasing, smut

w/c: 3577

previous parts: hcs - 1 - 2

nick decided to throw a party. it was only going to be your mutual friends and not too big of a party and you were grateful because sometimes it can be overwhelming being around too many people.

obviously matt was going to be there considering it was being held at their house. you haven’t seen matt since the encounter in front of the window. the thought of it ever since then always made you feel warm and fuzzy. you knew he was the one who sent you the lingerie, even if you both never spoke of it out loud. you kept it stored in your underwear drawer. matt would probably find it in there if he were to ever search for it.

you weren’t sure on your feelings with matt. he was awkward, shy, inexperienced, but so damn adorable. you always knew he had a crush on you, but you were never sure of your feelings for him. you loved all of the brothers. they were your best friends, but matt was the one who paid more attention to you in general. you never thought of matt as more than a friend. after finding out that he took your panties and had one buried in his back pocket the night you all watched a movie, he was stuck in your brain. not that you were complaining though. you had to admit, it was kind of fun.

your outfit for tonight was incredibly sexy and perfect. you wore an embroidered mesh black dress that hugged your curves perfectly and gave your chest some nice cleavage to show off. you paired the dress with your favorite black pumps, curled your hair, and put on your best makeup. you had to admit, you looked fucking amazing. your first thought was what matt was going to think.

you knocked onto the front door (not that you have to, but you wanted to be respectful) and nick immediately opened the door. his eyes widened as he took in your appearance. “oh my god! you look amazing!” he pulled you into the house and gave you a big hug. “pizza is on the way and we got some games we’re gonna play when a couple more people show up.” he beamed, grinning from ear to ear at you.

nick was always so positive and encouraging and was like the brother you never had. “okay, cool.” you beamed back at him, flashing him a soft smile. “where’s matt?” you suddenly realized you only asked where matt was, your cheeks flushing slightly, but silently thanking yourself with the amount of blush and foundation you already applied to your face so it wasn’t obvious. “and chris.” you added so it wasn’t as noticeable that you were only specifically asking for matt.

nick was too smart and could see right through you. his eyebrow raised up as he stared at you. “you know, everytime i talk about you around that boy, he goes red in the face and gets all flustered. boy’s got a mad crush on our girl.”

this time, you weren’t sure if the makeup covering your face would be enough. you didn’t understand why that made you blush. matt really got all flustered and shy when you were mentioned? you wondered why he acted like that when it was about you. did he really have a crush on you or did he act like that with everyone? “stop playing, nick. you’re being silly.” you shake your head at him, a soft giggle escaping your lips. “he’s just-“

before you could even finish your sentence, matt appears in your vision as he walks into the living room with his fingers running through his tousled hair. the second your eyes lock together, you noticed his cheeks had gone red immediately. his eyes scanned your body up and down as if he was practically drooling from the mouth at the sight of you.

your cheeks flushed even darker now. you flashed him a flirty smile, your hand lifting up to wave at him. he immediately noticed and smiled shyly back at you, returning your wave before making his way into the living room to sit next to chris and nathan on the couch.

nick rolled his eyes playfully, a laugh erupting from his throat. “it’s cute how much you want each other. just know if he hurts you, i’m kicking his ass.”

to hear him acknowledge the fact that you two want each other out loud made you all flustered. you didn’t know how to react. all you could think to do was shove him in the chest with your index finger and walk past him. “whatever you say, nick.”

the pizza came, a couple more of your mutual friends came, and you all had just finished a couple rounds of cards against humanity. the whole entire time, you and matt kept giving each other glances which resulted in matt turning away once he noticed your eyes were on him with his cheeks completely pink. you kept thinking about what happened through the window and how you told him you’d make it up to him and matt said you owed him big time. you wondered how that would come about especially because matt was always so flustered around you.

“now, we’re gonna play a little game we all know so well called seven minutes in heaven.” nick announced, clapping his hands together excitedly. “it’s going to be fun. trust me.” he flashed you a small wink before glancing over at everyone else. your eyebrow furrowed up at him, wondering what he was scheming in that brain of his. “but we’re not going to use a bottle to determine who’s getting chosen. i’ll be choosing the individuals.”

your heart began to beat rapidly in your chest in nervousness. nick knew that you and matt possibly liked each other and it seemed like he had a plan up his sleeve. “seven minutes. secluded space. you can do whatever you want with this person. you guys ready?”

everyone chanted in anticipation and excitement. meanwhile, you and matt both exchanged glances, a small smile tugging onto your lips at him. he flashed you a small smile in return, his fingers moving up in those messy brunette locks of his. you wondered what his hair would feel like against your fingertips and if you’d ever tug on his hair while he’s making you feel good. you bit onto your own bottom lip for a brief moment as you allowed your mind to ponder this thought before snapping out of your thought completely when you heard your name.

“and matt.” nick announced your name and matt’s and all you could do in this moment is allow your mouth to fall open in surprise, averting your eyes back over to matt who looked just as surprised as you. he looked nervous too, which in all honesty was adorable.

you knew nick had something up his sleeve, but you didn’t know he’d be capable of putting you two in a situation like this. you watched as matt’s cheeks turned a dark shade of pink, his eyes now on nick. “nick, what the hell?”

nick shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly, a soft laugh falling from his lips. nobody else said a word, but seemed interested in what was happening. “thank me later. you get seven minutes once you enter the closet and that’s when the time starts. go, and have fun.” he flashed both of you a playful wink before signaling his head over to the closet door that was far down the hall.

your body already felt like it was floating, your heart beating in your chest from the anticipation and nervousness running through your body. matt got up as well and began to follow behind you. was he staring at your ass in your black dress? absolutely he was. everyone else began to engage in conversation among themselves behind you both. you wanted to give nick a death glare or flick him off, but you’d deal with him later. maybe now you’d finally be able to communicate face to face about what happened through the window and if he truly was the one who bought you the lingerie set that you showed off to him.

once matt stepped foot into the closet, you knew the 7 minutes had started. it was dark, a little crammed, and all you felt was your heart beating straight out of your chest. it was quiet for a couple seconds, but you were the first one to break the silence. “so, long time no see.”

it was suddenly bright now once matt flickered the closet light on and now you were able to see him fully. he looked nervous, flustered, but you could also tell he was excited. matt furrowed his eyebrow up at you, a small smile tugging onto his lips. “so you liked your gift then?”

you felt your cheeks immediately heat up. you didn’t know he was going to bring it up immediately and it took you by surprise. “so it was you. that depends, did you like the show?”

his lips curved up in a widening smile. “i did, actually. thank you for that. was a little disappointed that it ended so soon. but if i’m honest, i’ve been thinking about it since.”

you felt your heart beat picking up now as you take in a steady breath. “really? that’s ironic because i have too.”

his cheeks were still flushed a bright pink and all you wanted to do was kiss all over his stupid, pretty face, but you didn’t. not yet, anyway. he seemed curious to know more, but didn’t question it. a small smile stays present on his lips. “you’re really pretty.” he said sweetly, pulling his gaze away from you to look down at the ground.

it’s like sometimes he has the courage, and then he gets shy and flustered. you thought it was so fucking adorable. how have you not seen it before up close? you knew he had a little crush on you and noticed him staring at you and being flustered around you, but you assumed it was just his personality. has he always been this way around you? you lifted your hand up and used your index and middle finger to tilt his chin up to look back into your eyes.

you could feel the heat radiating against the both of you. you were standing face to face with only enough space to fit the both of you in the closet. so close that you could lean in and kiss him, or touch him. “you think so? you are too, pretty boy.” your eyes lock together in an intense gaze, your heart pounding rapidly.

your comment to him made him blush wildly even more. his eyes averted down to your lips before back up into your eyes. “i really can’t control myself around you. it’s like i turn into a blushy mess when you’re around.” his words were confident as he kept his gaze on you. “god, you’re so pretty. i can’t stand it.”

your cheeks were now bright red. you moved your fingers from his chin to travel down his jawline and his neck, feeling his stubble and smooth skin against your fingertips. it seemed like he wanted to melt underneath your touch. his eyes fluttered closed at your touch which only made you want to continue touching him. your eyes moved down between both of you to see his hardened bulge pressed against his jeans which caused your breath to hitch in your throat. “is that what you mean by not being able to control yourself around me?”

he knew what you were referring to, his own eyes opening and moving downwards to his own hardened cock through the fabric of his jeans. he bit onto his own bottom lip, his cheeks continued to grow noticeably hotter by the second. “y-yeah. like i want to be around you all the god damn time. want to touch you and see your beautiful body against mine. sometimes i wonder what you feel like, and what you taste like too.”

you were surprised to hear these words out loud from him, even though you knew of his crush. you didn’t know how badly he wanted you. or made you just never heard him speak of it out loud. “why haven’t you done anything, or said anything silly?” you moved your fingers down from his jawline to his chest through the fabric of his shirt. “such a shy boy, aren’t you?”

he nodded his head, a light whimper leaving his lips from just the faintest touch of your fingers. “i-i don’t know, really. didn’t think you’d want that, or even acknowledge me like that.” he spoke shyly, moving his eyes down to watch your fingers as they traveled down from his chest to the buckle on his belt.

“all you had to do was ask, doll.” you smiled sweetly at him as your fingers continued to play with his buckle before moving your fingers to begin ghosting them across his hardened cock through his jeans.

his eyes immediately widened as your fingers teasingly ran across his hardened cock. he gulped nervously, a soft whimper leaving his lips. “always so nervous round you.” he said with a shaky breath.

you felt your own core growing hot and began to throb through the lacy panties underneath your dress. “don’t be. it’s just me. i promise.” you spoke in a sweet tone, your hand wrapping around his cock through the fabric of his jeans to give him a gentle squeeze. “is this all because of me?”

he immediately nodded his head, another whimper leaving his lips. he sounded so damn pretty. you wondered what he sounded like when he cums. “only always for you. been dreaming of you touchin’ me and kissin’ me and claimin’ you as mine.”

his words caused your breath to hitch in your throat. finally hearing him say those words out loud made you feel so damn special and giddy inside. what was he doing to you? it was almost like you were slowly becoming addicted to him. “matt..fuck. have you always wanted me?”

matt moved his hands down your body to your backside, his fingers slipping underneath your dress and immediately grabbing ahold of your ass cheeks through the pretty sheer lace to pull you closer. your eyes locked together in an intense gaze, his pretty blue eyes turning a darker shade of blue. you let out a soft gasp at the feeling of his hands against your ass, your bodies now pressed up against each other. you pulled your hand away from his cock to tease him, moving your hands to his waist to grip it tightly. a shudder ran down your spine at the feeling of his fingers finally against your skin, a shaky breath exhaling from your chest and out past your lips. “i have always, always wanted you, pretty girl. always.” he spoke these words shyly, but the feeling of his hands on your ass made you feel proud that he was able to do something about it.

your entire body was warm, heat radiating against both of your bodies. “hm, that’s good to know.” you spoke in a sultry tone, a soft giggle leaving your lips. you felt his hardened cock press against your body through the fabric of your clothing. your bodies stayed pressed against each other, moving your face forward to press soft kisses against his jawline and down his neck. his head immediately tilted to the side to give you more space.

you were finally touching him, kissing him, hearing him. you couldn’t believe all of this was happening because of nick. you weren’t complaining though, not at all. your breasts were pressed against his chest, his cock throbbing against your thigh, causing a soft whimper to leave his lips at the feeling of you making him feel good.

small kisses were being peppered against his skin. you ran your tongue along the nape of his neck before parting your lips and sucking onto the spot firmly, your hand moving up to the back of his head to hold his face in place, your fingers lightly running through his hair. matt immediately pressed his hips forward, a whiny moan now leaving his lips, his breathing becoming heavier by the second. “oh f-fuck. that’s..nice.” he breathed his words out, licking over his own lips.

he continued to grasp your ass firmly in his hands, kneading your ass cheeks in a smooth circular motion which caused you to let out a breathy sigh. “mm, good.” your words were muffled against his neck, pulling away once you created a nicely formed bruise onto his neck. your eyes averted towards the bruise, your lips curving up into a slight smirk at your good work. the bruise may last a couple days and would be fairly evident for anyone to see, but maybe that was a good thing.

he opened up his eyes, one of his hands moving over to touch the newly formed bruise. you both knew that you’d be walking out of the closet looking like you just fucked with the bruise to showcase, but you didn’t mind and neither did matt. your thumb ran along the newly formed bruise, feeling proud of yourself for the work you’ve done. “been dreaming about this since i can remember.” he breathed out, his voice whiny and desperate now.

you had to admit, you fucking loved the feeling of his hands on you. the built up sexual tension between the two of you was exhilarating and you loved every damn second of it. “oh yeah? especially because i know how much you love my lacy panties. now you get to feel em’ on me.”

his cheeks flushed even more at your words, obviously remembering the fact that he had a whole ass drawer in his room filled with her panties. he moved his hand away from your ass, bringing it up to your chest, his fingers dancing along the edge of your dress that showed your pretty cleavage so perfectly. he looked at you like he was a starved man that needed to be fed, practically salivating at the mouth. “such a pretty fuckin’ goddess, aren’t you sweetheart?”

you loved seeing him like this. it was slowly becoming your favorite thing and you weren’t sure how to process that. matt’s cock was fighting hard to stay in his jeans, almost feeling suffocated and needed to be relaxed. his hand immediately grabbed ahold of your breast throughout the fabric of your dress. your eyes averted down to his hand, watching as he groped your breast in his hand, his thumb running along your perked nipple through the fabric which caused you to gasp out softly, a shudder running down your spine. your pussy was soaked now as you throbbed for him, needing more. his touch made you feel amazing and you didn’t want it to end.

suddenly, you heard the handle of the closet door being messed with and the closet door opens. the both of you are now face to face with nick, your hearts racing rapidly and your faces flushed. to be honest, it was fun to tease him even if it was teasing you in the process. it’s fun to play hard to get, especially seeing him obsess over you.

“seven minutes are up, kids!” he announced as he took in the sight of the both of you. matt had lipstick stains all over his jawline and neck and the pretty purple bruise formed against his skin. your dress needed to be straightened out, your cheeks red and your heart thudding hard in your chest. matt’s hair was all tousled up, which wasn’t unusual for him, but nick wasn’t an idiot. “shit, i knew you two would get into something. have fun?” his eyebrows raised up at the both of you, a slight smirk appearing onto his face.

“i can’t even say im mad at you.” you reply blatantly. you looked over at matt, who suddenly seems shy and flustered again.

“me neither. actually, i probably should thank you.” he spoke confidently, despite looking a little embarrassed and flustered.

nick let out a soft chuckle, shaking his head in disbelief. “you guys are fuckin’ unreal. now it’s nathan’s turn. come on, lovebirds.” he motioned for the two of you to come with him as he started to head back over to the living room.

you fixed your dress and your hair before taking in a deep breath to gain your composure. when nick was out of earshot, you leaned over to matt’s ear to whisper against it, “i guess we shouldn’t get too ahead of ourselves, now should we, pretty boy? it’s fun teasing you.” your breath was hot against his ear before pulling away to flash him a playful wink before turning on your heel and walking out of the closet.

this left matt completely and utterly teased and embarrassed due to the fact that he had to walk out of this closet with lipstick stains and bruises on his neck, and a rock hard, throbbing boner that wouldn’t go away anytime soon.

especially since he still had the rest of the night to stare at you and your body, wishing he could just finally have his way with you. now that he’s had his hands on you, he needed more.

that day better be soon or he might go fucking crazy.

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DabiHawks comfort after a break up? Why have one when you can have both...

Only if you're comfortable, Rose. You deserve so much love and I'm here for you ❤

-B3an

📷 A/n: bean im literally gonna cry ilysm!!!! i love this idea URGH (also to anyone who doesn't know, this was inspired be my recently being cheated on.... yippee for healthy coping?)

📷 Cw: angst to fluff, self indulgent, reader has an ex, cheating (by ex), gn ex, post war (but the lov survives + keigo n touya (and reader) are friends, pre establishd dbhwx relationship

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you had been ignoring your phone for hours now. it had been buzzing practically nonstop, between friends and family all messaging you about your apparent breakup. why your ex had to post about it on social media you didn't know, but the fact that they were already posting about their ex wasn't surprising. you couldn't help but feel hurt, because honestly? it stung. being cheated on wasn't fun, especially with your ex's own damn ex, and even though you had been the one to break it off, the weight of the decision laid heavy on your shoulders.

the repetitive vibrations of your device against your bedside table finally forces you out from beneath your cocoon of blankets. groggy and bleary eyed, you read the caller name blinking on the screen- Keigo. you hadn't replied to anyone's messages, not his, not Mirko's, not Touya's, not even anyone from the league or your family- but now, you felt slightly guilty for doing so. Keigo rarely calls unless he has something important to say, and with that idea in mind you shakily pick up your phone and bring it to your ear.

"hello?"

"y/n!"

Keigo's warm voice reverberates through the phone, filling you with a soothing, fuzzy feeling that almost dulls the ache in your chest. you can hear the faint rush of wind in the background, leading you to believe that he's currently.. flying? or possibly even driving.

"how are you feeling?" he asks, voice so gentle it felt as though he was whispering in your ear. "can't have my favorite birdie all broken hearted, can i?" he teases, and despite yourself, you can feel a small grin creeping up on your features.

"it's certainly something. i just... can't believe they'd cheat, y'know? i mean, i guess no one ever expects it, but..." you trail off, sighing heavily and you can hear a soft clamour in the background as Keigo hums in agreement. a familiar raspy voice grumbles something about being motion sick, and suddenly it's your turn to ask questions.

"Kei... where are you? are you driving? also, is that Touya in the background?"

"oh yeah, about that.." he trails off with an awkward chuckle, and suddenly Keigo yelps, accompanied by the telltale sound of the phone rustling, evidently being snatched from his hands. it wasn't surprising that Touya was accompanying him, especially since they had been seeing eachother. you weren't really sure if it was dating or just a casual thing, but honestly? you were rooting for them- at least they were loyal.

"hey,"

the sound of Touya's deeper voice greets you now, and you blink hard for a second.

"..hi? what's going on?"

you hear scuffles in the background, Keigo grumbling something about surprises and Touya being "no fun"- that was certainly odd.

"we're on our way over," Touya supplies, and before you can even begin to splutter out any complaints, he cuts you off. "and no bargains, hon. we weren't even sure you were gonna answer the phone, so we decided to show up at your door whether you picked up or not."

you gape for a second, confused, but also... grateful?

"what- why?"

"i don't know-" Touya is immediately cut off by Keigo practically wrestling the phone from his grasp, and the fire user lets out an undignified hiss at the apparent swerving of the car. ah, so Keigo was driving. any potential road accidents caused by Touyas less than satisfactory vehicular skills were momentarily avoided... for now.

"anyway," Keigo stresses, clearly hushing an indignant Touya in the background. "what hot stuff means to say is that we're coming over because we care about you. a lot."

"and we didn't want you to be rotting all alone in bed all day!" Touya interjects from the background, and Keigo audibly slams the breaks.

"i swear i will crash this car-"

sniff.

"..y/n?? are you okay?"

you weren't sure when the tears started, but now they came rolling over you in an onslaught of pent up emotions. everything you had been holding back for the past few days for the sake of cordiality suddenly came crashing down as sobs began to wrack your body.

"is she crying?" Touya's alarmed voice can be heard faintly, and you realize you must be on speaker.

"thank you," you choke out between tears, struggling to regain your breathe as hot, wet tears continue streaming down your cheeks. "i'm so sorry for- hic- being s-so, so upset,"

you let out another little hiccup, and Keigo's immediately attempts to soothe you.

"shh, shh, it's okay," he coos, worry evident in his voice. "we're pulling in to your development/apartment complex now, and we picked up some food on the way.. we'll be up in a minute, okay?"

you let out a small whimper of affirmation, trying to calm your tears before their imminent arrival. Touya is uncharacteristically silent in the background, almost.. nervous.

"i'm gonna end the call now honey, okay? i'll see you in just a minute," Keigo mumbles, and you agree.

"ok," you whisper, holding the phone so close to your lips they can hear every syllable. "bye Kei, bye Touya, see you in a few.."

the call disconnects, and you slump back into your mattress, staring at the whirring ceiling fan above. the sudden rush of emotions that had overcome you earlier had all but subsided, and the lump in your throat remained as tears threatened to bubble up again.

it was strange, hearing them be so.. loving. maybe it was just your insecurities speaking, but you had been afraid that your friends wouldn't want to hangout with you anymore- it was so fucking embarrassing to have been cheated on by someone you had defended constantly. they're not that bad, you had said. you don't know them that well, give them a chance! oh how you had eaten your words. the thought of facing anyone had been downright terrifying, but now.. you felt safer, if only a little bit. it was nice to know they cared.

the sound of the doorbell ringing catches your attention, and you stumble out of bed to go greet your guests. only now do you realize how unkempt you look, and that your wearing the same mildly gross pajamas you'd fallen asleep in.

whatever, you think. its too late to change now. besides, neither Keigo nor Touya would be one to judge- their fashion choices were much worse than yours.

the warm smell of takeout greets your nose before you even manage to opwn the door, and the second you do you find yourself practically drowning in a tight hug. Keigo's soothing, familiar scent overwhelms your senses as he practically tackles you into your apartment, while Touya sidesteps the both of you to kick his shoes off to the side. the takeout bags sway in his hands as he watches you both hug with a half smirk, and his eyes flick to your own with almost uncharacteristic softness.

"how're you..." Keigo mumbles against your hair, voice muffled and warped. "missed you s'much, m' gonna fucking kill your ex,"

"thats my line," Touya interjects, and although he doesn't join the hug, he rubs your back with a scarred hand. you let out a breathy giggle at that, and Keigo pulls away from you to take the bags from Touya's hand and proceed towards your kitchen table. you follow the blonde eagerly, only now realizing how long it had been since you had last eaten- or drank anything, for that matter. Touya seems to catch on to this rather quickly, and pours you a glass of water with little haste before joining you at the kitchen table. meanwhile, Keigo unboxes the food, handing you your order.

"wow," you murmur, staring at the food in front of you. "i can't believe you remembered my order- how did you even know?" Keigo chuckles before replying with a lazy smile.

"wasn't me, birdie. that was all hot stuff over there- don't let him fool ya, he's actually a big softie."

Touya shoots Keigo a half hearted glare, and your heart swells in appreciation.

"i can't believe you remembered that, i haven't ordered from here in forever.."

Touya shrugs, trying to brush it off. "eh, y'pick stuff up here and there. i'm just glad you're feeling okay.." he trails off, sitting next to you and Keigo while you begin to eat.

"speaking of that," Keigo murmurs through a mouthful of food, "y/n, why didn't you answer anyone's messages? we were worried sick!"

you wince at the memory, and your cheeks heat as you swallow before replying. unbeknownst to you, Touya kicks Keigo under the table, muttering something about "being inconsiderate."

"sorry," you mutter, and take a deep breath before continuing. "i was just, embarrassed, i guess? i don't know." you trail off, and Keigo looks at you, not with pity, but with gentle affection.

"you know we'd never judge, right? hell, we've all had our relationship struggles but.." he trails off for a second, grabbing Touya's hand before reaching to rest his other over your own. "i'm here for you. we're here for you." he gives Touya a pointed look that he doesn't notice, instead focusing on you and you alone.

"yea," he whispers, "what Kei said. we're here. especially with shit like this."

another small smile creeps its way across your face, and you squeeze Keigo's hand. the melancholy feelings from earlier were ebbing away, slowly becoming replaced with something lighter and more... fluttery.

"i know. and thank you, really. you're both wonderful, i can't even begin to talk about how grateful i am.."

"eh, don't mention it," Touya scoffs, and you for some reason, you notice how nonchalantly he rubs gentle circles over the back of Keigo's hand intertwined with his own. "y'know, killing your ex is still on the table.."

"no!" you interject, which causes them both to giggle. "we are NOT killing my ex!!!"

"what about maiming?"

"Touya!!"

Keigo has nearly collapsed with laughter, and you shoot him a half hearted glare.

"don't you start too," you grumble, and he snickers.

"just a liiiittle maiming?" the blonde hero giggles, and you groan.

"you both are the worst!!"

"that's why you love us~" Touya teases, his eyes glinting with something unreadable. Keigo smiles at you lazily, his laughter finally subsiding.

"yea, i guess i do," you reply, and Touya immediately jumps out of his seat.

"See!!! i told you she'd say it back!" he blurts indignantly, and Keigo groans. "i guess i owe you $20 now," he grumbles, and you blink at them.

"were you.. betting on me saying i love you back?"

"...would you be mad if we said yes?" Keigo replies, and you roll your eyes.

"only you two could come up with something like that."

"i guess you're right on that one, sweetheart," Touya chuckles, taking the $20 bill from Keigo and giving him an unreadable look. "only us."

you raise your fork full of food in the air, your previous worries nearly forgotten.

"a toast to us?" you tease, and Keigo snickers, lifting his forkful of chicken while Touya rolls his eyes before reluctantly following suite.

"to us," you all murmur in unison.

THIS WAS SOOO FUN TO WRITE AND IM GEN CONSIDERING DOING A PT 2 AFYER LIKE A BIT OF A TIMESKIP WHERE READER REALIZES THEYRE CATCHING FEELINGS FOR DBHWKS AND FEELS HORRIBLE SINC THEY THINK THEYRE BEING A BAD FRIEND, BUT THE ENTIRE TIME DBHWKS JUST WANTS THEM TO JOIN THEIR POLY RELATIONSHIP LMAO- AND THEN EVENTUALLY DABIHAWKS ACTUALLY ASKS THE READER TO BE W THEM,,,, WOULD ANYONE BE INTERESTED IN THAT,,,; HEHEHEHEHE

[crowttore]

Hewwo~

Krokus here (°◡°♡)

For your askbox event thingie: Maybe Dottore + Aftercare (maybe things got intense before and Reader is really in need of it?).

I miss Dottie and I love the way you write him 👉🏻👈🏻

No pressure of course! I hope you're having fun with the asks you're getting though ❤

Bye for now ☀️

Krokus, I am kissing your forehead and also apologising because this was a joy to write but became so self indulgent. Not sure if traditional aftercare, but it's what I would want lmao >w<

Tags: prior use of safeword (by reader), very little dialogue, brief non-graphic mention of nsft activities, hints at bondage, aftercare, soft Dottore, 800 words Minors DNI

Patience was a virtue Dottore had always prided himself on possessing an abundance of, yet the past thirty-nine breaths had to be some of the most nerve-wracking.

With a respiratory rate of approximately fourteen breaths per minute, a bit higher perhaps due to the strenuous nature of your previous activities, it meant almost three minutes had already passed with your shaking form remaining unresponsive.

From the very second your shaky utterance had reached his ears, Dottore's heart had found a new purpose in replacing every ounce of blood with guilt thick as tar. Though it made his body heavy with regret, everything had moved swiftly around him. Forgotten was the painful ache of his leaking cock as it ceased its straining against his boxers. Hands steady with acquired apathy had freed your wrists, removed the blindfold, and tossed aside the gag in an instant.

Bile had risen the moment he'd spotted your swollen eyes and the tears streaking down your cheeks. The faint lines of blood had immediately been wiped off with the bedsheets. They would need a wash regardless.

Now, your body lay cradled tightly in his embrace while he could do nothing but whisper praise into your hair, words occasionally broken up when he pressed a kiss to your temple. What a daunting task, Dottore thought, to know that there was nothing you wanted more than to be squeezed by the man responsible for your current state.

But that had been part of your instructions given so long ago, burned into his mind despite the low number of times they'd been needed. 'Have you never considered that maybe, just maybe, the combined warmth and force of a tight hug might mend a broken being?' Dottore still wanted to scoff at the statement, but the vulnerability in your eyes as you'd asked had kept him from doing so.

And now he believed that you might be correct.

His attention snapped to you as he felt subtle movement, one of your soft hands trailing along his chest before settling in its favorite spot. The weak squeeze of his pectoral brought forth a smile, fondness further increased with your little whimper as his own hand enveloped yours.

"Back with the living?" He questioned, trying to keep the slight tremble from his voice and instead focus on the relief he felt upon unclenching his jaw. You'd exhibited no signs of acute injury or unbearable pain since halting the 'punishment', a notion that managed to somewhat calm the raging storm of panic.

It had overwhelmed you, not hurt you. A realization that was both pacifying and disgusting.

Another squeeze by your hand, the silent 'yes' letting relief take root once more. Assured that you were somewhat present, enough to be left alone for a moment at least, Dottore redirected his focus to practicalities. You were drenched in sweat, the scent cloyingly sweet with fear - he should draw a warm bath. Hopefully, the heat would soothe the tension in your muscles as well.

A pang went through his heart at the way you so devoutly tried to cling to him as he gently placed you down on the bed. It was easy to immobilize you, requiring only the fuzzy blanket you so adored to be wrapped around your form. "One moment," he apologized, "I'll prepare a bath for us, fetch you a glass of water, and be back in ten breaths."

Affection bloomed in his chest when you promptly began sucking in shallow breaths, "if you're well enough to be giving me sass, then you're well enough to wait a minute or two." Dottore ruffled your hair, searching your eyes one last time before he reluctantly pulled away and hurried to the adjacent bathroom.

Upon returning, he was pleased to find you move into a sitting position to receive the glass he held out. While you eagerly gulped down the cold water, Dottore squeezed between your wrapped up form and the headboard, waiting until you'd set the glass aside before tugging you against his chest once more.

His head tilted back to allow space for you to nuzzle into the crook of his neck, eternally grateful that you still appeared to hold no reservations about seeking safety with a monster. Amusement bubbled into a light chuckle when he felt your lips latch onto his neck and gently suckle.

As much as it was a conscious decision to rub your back and kiss the top of your head, Dottore was well aware that it had also grown into an unconscious need. A selfish indulgence he'd done nothing to deserve.

Already knowing the answer, Dottore spoke with a quiet sense of tranquility, "do you want me to carry you to the bath?"

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[the-kr8tor]

Bloodbath

Pairing: Vampire! Hobie Brown x fem! Reader

Word count: 2.3k

Summary: Your vampire roommate accidentally gets drunk off of blood.

Tags: no use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader, vampire hunter! Reader, wwdits au, mockumentary trope, vampire au, set in the pursuit of blood au, cw blood, cw injury, cw suggestive, fluff.

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A request from @al1x00 — May I have garlic cloves in a heart shaped bottle please? IPOB!Hobie accidentally drinking the blood of a drunk person and now R has to deal with an incoherent tipsy vampire.(Make sure you get some proper rest and drink lots of water! Ly😽❤) --- i could not pass this one up for the halloween theme it's literally so perfect! Thank you for requesting, angel!!!

“Hobie, no!” You yell just as when he's about to lunge at a poor runner, who's unfortunate enough to jog at night, who just happens to run past you and your very drunk vampire roommate in his enormously large bat form.

The camera pans towards the yelling, lenses zooming in, spotlights shining brightly on the man in the shortest running shorts known to mankind and his entire body floating five feet off the ground as Hobie's claws latch onto his shirt. His screams echo around the park, and Hobie's bat shrieks sound above it like an endless click of a ballpoint pen.

You glance at the camera with your wide desperate eyes, mouth agape and hand pointing at the situation. “Put. Him. Down!” Yelling, you jump up, trying to grab hold of the stranger's trainers. “You've had enough blood!”

The scene shifts to you looking disheveled, hair messed up with your cheek having an unmistakable claw scratch while you hoarsely talk to the camera crew.

“Motherfucker drunk from an incredibly inebriated CEO of a shady tech company.” You explain bluntly.

The lens zooms out of your exasperated face, camera showing you hugging the large shrieking bat in your arms with your jean jacket wrapped around his flailing form whilst he tries and fails to bite and scratch you. “I tried to warn him that the fucker had every drug and cocktail flowing in his veins. But noooo, no one ever fucking listens to me!” You shake him in your arms, making the annoyed and adrenaline filled bat yell in his high pitched shriek.

Hobie's face escapes his denim prison, long ears fluttering in the breeze and fangs in full display as he tries to take a chunk out of you. You manage to dodge his attacks, face turning as far away as you could.

With a crunch of leaves underfoot, the cameraman backs away when you accidentally shove your face in the lens. Panting, the man behind the camera makes sure to keep his distance away from you and the angry bat as it zeroes in on the bleeding corpse right behind you. The body's foot twitches, and the producer takes that as a sign to anonymously call an ambulance.

“Fuck!” You stomp your foot down, and the thousand year old vampire stops his twisting and turning to look up at you with his big red button eyes. Hobie makes a sound akin to a chirp, fangs sticking out from his lip. “We're going home, Hobie.”

He trills in your arms, fuzzy head nudging your chest. You can feel how incredibly warm he is under the denim jacket, a sure fire way to tell that he is still under the influence of…everything.

“Don't flash those pretty eyes at me, you little shit.” You start to walk towards his street, hugging him tight against your chest like a chihuahua gone wild. He sneers, and you realize that he's taking a peek into your head and he did not like that thought one bit. “Get out of your head!” You squeeze him in your arms.

Smirking, you flash an image into your mind of him wearing a fancy three piece suit with a look of sheer egotistical pleasure while counting wads of dirty money. He shouts gutturally, now regretting the little peep inside your mind. The sound makes a few passers by look at you weirdly. The entire camera crew following you around doesn't help. “It's a toy, mind your fucking business.” You say to one of them, making them walk faster away from you.

Sighing, you finally see the dark gothic house around the corner. Its spires just screams ‘there’s a vampire living here!’ and its stained glass windows, circular topiaries, and wrap around porch says that the person living inside wasn't born in the same century as anyone else living in the same street. You still have no idea how no one has noticed their thousand year old neighbor. You love the place though, it's home and you wouldn't have it any other way. Even though the pipes need to be replaced with ones that don't give you some type of rusted water related disease whenever you take a drink from the faucet.

Your trainers stomp on the porch, juggling in between carrying Hobat and getting your keys from your pockets. He tries to escape your hold, head wiggling out of the denim burrito you wrapped him in. You can feel his toes wiggling on your stomach. “Don't you dare, Hobart.” With a stern tone, he falls limp, chirping, sounding like a whine. “Don't be cute with me,” you struggle to find the right key in your carabiner. “we're almost there.” You say much softer this time when the door unlocks.

The second you open the door, Hobie wiggles out and then flies off into the house. He zigzags, making questionable turns as he flies under the influence with his large wings flapping about and accidentally swatting away hundred year old vases and furniture.

“I'll let him empty his energy before I try to sober him up.” You pinch the bridge of your nose, arms crossed as you watch him fly around with endearment. He looks and sounds adorable just squeaking and flying about.

Closing the door, the crew stands just behind you, capturing the perfect moment when Hobie, again, a thousand year old vampire with abilities beyond human comprehension and years of forgotten knowledge from fallen civilizations inside his mind, flies into the far end of the hall. Crashing into the mauve wallpaper, leaving a Hobat shaped mark of dried blood from his unfortunate victims.

His claws try to keep him on the wall but his bat body has run out of steam. He slides down the wall, claw marks dragging down and scratching the wallpaper.

You briskly walk towards him, concerned, you walk a bit slower to feign nonchalance in front of the camera. Once you make it to him, you bend at the waist to look down at his stretched out form. His wings are unfurled, belly up, and ears perked as he sees you in his vision.

“You done now, Hobie?”

With a puff of black smoke, he returns to his form. His legs are sticking up and folded against the wall, arms stretched out next to him with his lopsided grin thrown at you.

“‘ello, lovie.” He chuckles, or giggles more like, as he makes grabby hands up at you. “What am I doin' on the floor? We havin’ our fun time on the floor now?”

The camera crew looks at each other with furrowed brows and questions swirling in their heads. You spare them a look of embarrassment that quickly morphs into fake ignorance.

“Not today,” you say gently, his red eyes sparkling in the yellow light of the hallway. You always wonder why he chose yellow bulbs in some parts of the house including his room. You have a feeling it's because it reminds him of the unobtainable warmth of the sun. “You need your coffin.”

“Will you join me?” He asks, fingers flexing about as he beckons you over. You indulge him, leaning down to let him grasp at your jaw. Surprisingly, he holds you carefully like you're the most valuable thing in the house instead of all the artifacts he gathered throughout the centuries just laying about the home.

“You need to sober up, and you can't do that when I'm hogging all the space in the coffin.”

“That's why I keep tellin' you that we should get a bigger coffin that can fit the both of us together.” He brushes his thumb across your cold bitten lips. Gasping like he got a brilliant idea, he pats each of your cheek, squishing it in his hands, careful not to scratch you with his sharp nails. “We should buy one tomorrow!”

You chuckle, hands reaching up to bracelet your fingers around his wrists, grabbing them to make him unlatch himself off of you. “Okay, sleep first then we'll go out to look for one.”

A wide grin spreads across his face. “Really?”

You subtly (or think that it's subtle enough) kiss his pulse point where you would feel his heartbeat if his heart still beats against his chest. “Really, we'll get a red velvet lined one.”

“How about a coffin with a telly in it so you could watch your shows?”

You smile, “I'd like that. For now, shower first because you smell like the floor of a pub.”

“Still fit though, hm?” Hobie winks, but with his drunkenness, he looks like he's spasming. It earns a guffaw from you, finding it adorable.

“Very handsome, my—” you glance sideways at the camera still recording, you've forgotten about them for a second. Clearing your throat, you help him up on his feet. “Let's go before I puke.” Playing it cool, you still look like your pants fell down to your feet.

Even drunk off his mind, Hobie sees through it, arms snaking along your middle, putting a show in front of the camera by shoving his face into the crook of your neck. Not biting, just smiling against your flushed skin. You can feel his fangs poking and prodding at you playfully.

You curse silently, holding him properly and hiding your flustered expression from the camera as you turn your back from the crew.

—

Locking the bathroom door, you made sure that the camera crew had enough tea and biscuits in the dining room before walking upstairs to check on Hobie. The crews’ chatter echoing from the vents prove that they're well occupied and distracted. Turning around, you face Hobie with a soft smile as he lounges in the bubbly bathtub that smells like Halloween incarnate.

“How's the water?” You ask, closing the distance and sitting down on the closed lid of the toilet to look at him fondly.

Hobie places his cheek on top of the edge of the black bathtub, cheek squished on the porcelain. “Just right, love.” He smiles as steam rises from the water, condensation rising up to the forest coloured tiles, “and the children?”

“Occupied with my expensive biscuits from my godmother.” You place your chin on your palm, eyes flicking from his wet face down to his shimmering torso. “You seem to be having fun with my bath bomb.”

He chuckles, fangs peeking out from his lips. A sign that he's extremely happy, you know it well. “It's red!” With a handful of bath water, he pours it from above to show you its crimson hue. “You're such a big fan of me aren't you? Mimickin’ a fraction of my power.”

“You bathe in a tub full of blood? I don't remember you ever doing that, Hobart.” With a roll of your eyes, you stand up only to sit back down next to the tub. Sitting cross-legged, you place your arms on the cool edge of the porcelain, eyes staring up at Hobie with pure affection while your index finger swirls patterns in the glittery red water. “Sounds like a great bath though.”

“Says the vampire hunter.” He dabs a droplet of water onto the tip of your nose, watching it slowly drip down into the tub. “Stop it with the bloody Hobart, thought we got past that months ago.” He seems completely sober by now, the blood juice box (that may or may not have come from your veins) helped a lot in flushing his system. You always kept them fresh in his freezer next to your orange popsicles.

“Whatever you say, Hobat.” You wink, feeling relaxed with the warmth from the water and the cinnamon pumpkin smell.

Hobie smiles softly instead of scoffing like you thought he would. A single fang peeks out from under his lip, reminding you of an adorable cat. He reaches for your hand closest to him, and then slowly, he puts his head atop your hand, nuzzling close to you. Thumb brushing along your scratch mark on your cheek, he looks apologetic while he heals it with his touch alone. Literally, it's nonexistent now that he poured a fraction of his power atop your warm skin.

Your heart squeezes in your chest. “Just curious, can you turn into a cat?”

“Is that not in any of your tomes?” He raises a brow, red eyes hazy from the hot water and tender affection from you.

You shrug, laying your head down on your arm so that you're facing him adjacently. “I remember reading that it's a rare ability.”

“Yeah?” His eyes soften, leaning ever closer to you. You can feel his cold touch amidst the warmth of the water as his lips gently caress your jaw. From the tip of your jawline down to your chin, he kisses you with so much affection that your breath hitches in your throat and nothing in your mind remains but his lips upon your own. “Tell you what,” he says against your waiting lips. “I'll tell you in exchange for a proper kiss.” He didn't need to open his mouth to say those words to you, you can hear his deep voice in your mind. Whispering those words only for you.

“Deal,” you reply in your mind, and he grins, showing you his fangs that have never scared you. Sharp ends that have always been gentle against your soft skin, fangs that were meant to leave you bone dry, but he never does. Only leaving you woozy on your feet, happy that you've helped him, content in the arms of someone you were meant to kill— taught to kill. You're glad you didn't that day, that day you got close with your wooden stake mere inches away from his heart that you now adore.

He kisses you, and you don't mind the copper taste anymore as the kiss gets sweeter than ambrosia and as saccharine as nectar whilst he pulls you into the tub with him.

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park sunghoon x fem!reader

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200 followers event: “It’s always been you.” 

content. Lil angsty for a sec but after that it's all good 😚

a/n. Hi everyone… sorry this is taking so long i couldn't bring myself to write anything for the past week 😭 anyways, sorry i yap too much i can't just start/end the story with the prompt, i love you guys too much to leave yall without proper aftercare <3

It has always been complicated between you and Sunghoon. Not lovers but not quite friends either. What you had was definitely not friendship; longing gaze across rooms, knowing the other like the back of your hand and physical contact too intimate to be simply categorized as a “friendly” touch. The both of you danced around the lines, never defining anything, to the point anyone would think you two were a couple. While the whole situation seems complicated to you and Sunghoon, it was painful to watch for everyone else. It was far too obvious that you and Sunghoon were undoubtedly, irrevocably in love with each other. 

“But why nottt??” Sunoo whines next to you. You send him a look. “I don't like him like that. Sunghoon is my best friend, that's it- I told you to drop it.” “Oh please- you guys are basically a couple already-” “No we aren't???” Sunoo opens his mouth to argue back when Sunghoon drops on the chair next to yours. “Morning darling.” You swear you feel Sunoo rolling his eyes at the pet name – Sunghoon had started calling you that last year, just before Valentine's day – and at the coffee Sunghoon bought for you. “Hi Hoon.” You take a sip of the cold drink, as he starts animatedly talking about an upcoming party hosted by Yeonjon, a friend of his. At some point his arm finds itself lazily draped around your waist, your skin – and cheeks – burning at the intimate contact. Sunoo snorts quietly at the scene, mumbling something that sounds like “These two I swear…” under his breath. 

…

You are fucked. Absolutely, undeniably fucked. Because seeing Sunghoon dancing a little too close and being too handsy for comfort with a pretty girl you recognize as Autumn – who you share a writing class with – has your throat closing up and jealousy clawing at your chest. So much for being just friends. Realization dawns on you and you can't help but feel foolish, your heart twisting in your chest. It was so obvious; the need to be close, feeling safe is a weird way with him, the fuzzy feeling every time he compliments or touches you… These feelings you swore were temporary in freshman year all surfacing back from the deepest part of your heart. The overly sweet punch in your cup does nothing to soothe the bitter taste of loss and envy as you finally avert your eyes. Your chest feels too tight and suddenly the music is too loud, the room too hot and too many people are around you. You have half a mind to tell one of your friends – Jay – that you’re leaving for the night before you practically run out of the party, needing to get away from the sight of your best friend, and the man you love, so close to a beautiful, kind girl like Autumn. 

You’re halfway to your apartment before you know it, overthinking your current situation so much that you don't hear Sunghoon calling out to you until he places a hand on your shoulder, making you squeal out of fear. “Jesus fucking Christ- Sunghoon…” For the first time in 6 years you really look at him, not as your best friend but as a man and god – you can't believe you’ve been in denial this entire time. He’s panting from running to catch up with you “Are you okay?? Jay told me you left pretty fast and that you acted weird- did something happen? Did someone say something to you??” He looks at you up and down, like he’s checking for an injury. You feel your cheeks warm at his words, even though it's not the first time he’s checked on you like this. But this time it feels different, it is different. You wrap your arms around yourself. “I needed some air.” 

Sunghoon blinks at you, taking in your conflicted, closed off expression and he repeats his question. “Darling, did something happen?” The pet name rolls off his tongue – you almost fold right there and then – the familiarity of it makes you act against your better judgment. “I saw you with Autumn… couldn't stay.” He frowns. “Wha.. What do you mean???” You take a deep breath and finally spill the feelings you buried months ago, voice trembling. There’s no backing down now. “I mean… I mean that I don’t want to be just your friend, Sunghoon. I can’t keep pretending it doesn’t bother me when you flirt with someone else. Because it does. It really does.” He takes a step closer, eyes locked on you. “Y/n…” You cower under his gaze, apology stammering out from your lips. “This is stupid. I’m sorry Sunghoon I know you don't feel the same and that’s okay-”

“Nonono- darling please listen to me- There’s nothing between me and her. She just- she just wanted to get back at her ex for cheating on her. I know it's dumb but she just needed some help- I don't see her like that. I’m in love with you- no one else- It’s always been you y/n. Always.” You stare at him, breath caught in your throat. “Are you serious?” You asl, voice barely over a whisper. He nods, smiling like a fool. It's the same lovesick smile he gives you when you’re not looking, the one Sunoo is always talking about. “I’m in love with you. Have been for a while.” You laugh in disbelief and then throw your arms around him, burying your face in his chest. 

He pulls back just enough to look at your face, still holding you close. “Can I…?” His voice trails off, question hanging in the air. You nod shyly, answering softly. “Yeah.” He leans in, lips meeting. It’s gentle at first—almost cautious. Like he’s afraid to break the moment. He cups your cheek, your fingers curling into his shirt and you lean into it. When you finally pull apart, it’s slow, and you’re both breathless. “Can I be your boyfriend?” “Yes.”

©RAVEN-UNKIND

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INTRO !!      ❤︎ ׄ                                               Different ways to say I love you .ᐟ

Sweet gestures that demonstrate their love to a gender neutral!reader. Characters chosen are Bi-Han, Kuai Liang, Tomas. Content warning: none, just fluff. Please, respond to the poll at the end!

Bi-Han !

He lets you call him by stupid nicknames, he acts annoyed when you're using them, but he won't admit to anyone or even to himself that he is fond of them. Everything you make him feel is so unusual for Bi-Han, he doesn't know why he seeks for this warm fuzzy sensation every time he has your attention and affection, when his body as well as his soul are made of ice, but he does, and your foolish nicknames provide them. So, if someone else uses them, he would not only see it as an attack on his honor, not hesitating to put them back in their place, reminding them of whom they're talking to, but also, who do they think they are to call him like that when they’re not you. He prefers if you only use them in private, for plenty of reasons which include that he thinks your love life should be kept private, it isn't a subject of chatter for everyone to be entertained with, but also a matter of respecting his clan's honor as he is its head. He'll be grumpy if you do, but let’s be real, when is he not.

"How many times do I have to apologise for you to move on, snowhan?" Your voice whispers in his ear as your body is glued to his back, an arm hugging his neck while your fingers are twirling a loose strand of his hair that escaped from his bun. The man in your arms lets out a grunt. "Those champions lack senses for making fun of me, Liu Kang wouldn’t have stop me I would have knock them some of it in their head. And you.. my own partner disrespecting me in front of them." Despite his back facing you, you can feel his glare that is meant for you when he spits those words. But, even with the anger within him, he doesn’t move on from where he is, not even moving an inch when you take his clenching fist and start doing circles on them. "I thought I made it clear but apparently it wasn’t enough for you to get it. How can we bring glory to the Lin Kuei, when my companion lacks perspicacity and respect for their husband, out of all people you should know better than putting on a foolish act… " His voice fades away, it seems like he was going to continue his rambling but loses himself instead in your fingers gently brushing his silky hair, his bun long gone since, causing his grunts to become quiet moans. "I'm sorry, I won't do it again." You suddenly remove yourself from him. When he feels your fingers being taken away from his hair, it catchs him off guard as he turns around to see you smiling innocently but also playfully, which he returns with a dirty look that questions as to why did you stopped. You tell him that you’re just respecting his space like a good spouse should. "Nonsense, there's nothing preventing us here. Continue what you were doing. Now.” He pulls you back with ease in his embrace going back to the soft moment where for once he let his guard down, and that’s a sight no else should be able to see.

Making sure you sleep well. Rest is important, he doesn't want to have a weak lover by his side, you must keep your energy in check and if you don't do it, he will. When he goes to bed at the same time as you, he'll wait for you to sleep first before he does, making sure you don't go on a sleepless night, and it gives him a moment alone to appreciate your features. If you can't sleep, he'll help by brewing warm tea or if necessary, draw a bath, anything that will help he’ll do, it’s one of his rare soft moments where he lets the cold facade fall for once, it’s in the night where it feels like you and him without the world or the worries. When he is occupied during the night because of his role as Grandmaster, he'll go check up on you, always, to see if you're sleeping safe and well. 

He opens the door slowly of your shared bedroom and walks at quiet steps to your sleeping figure, when he is next to the bed he let the blanket he searched for fall on your body and make sure to cover the exposed areas. The night is colder than usual and you aren’t used to the cold like he is, he doesn’t want you to end up ill and weak.  After he finishes tucking you in, he takes a moment to trace the features of your face delicately, his finger travelling from the lips he enjoys kissing to the cheek he loves holding, but it doesn’t last long as he has to go, with one last stroke he moves away to the door that he closes after looking at you again. Each times, seeing the moonlight illuminating your soft features in the dark night reminds him that seeing you being so peaceful is one of the reason he wants to strengthen the clan even more, the universe is full of threats from every realms and now even from every timelines, it gives him unspeakable worries if one of those threats reaches you, it’s too late to go back when the Lin Kuei was being held back and weak, time is changing and he needs to go forward with it. 

Kuai Liang !

Using his powers to make you feel better.  Whenever he sees you shivering cold, he'll automatically wrap his hand around your waist, offering to share his body heat. But, if that's not enough he'll slightly heat himself up, making sure to not burn you but still bring enough warmth. You're free to lean on or snuggle to him whenever you want to, he isn't one to reject his lover when they are in need, and it would be a lie to say he doesn't find it adorable when you seek for him to warm yourself up, sometimes you’re throwing yourself on him so he has no choice but to hug you back, not that he complains, his arms are always open and keep their high temperature for you. He is also your personal heating pad for stomachache, it saddens him to see his loved ones in pain, so he's happy when he's able to help ease it even for a little, by rubbing where the pain is.

It is a particularly cold day and nothing that you found could bring you enough heat. You know it is the day for Kuai Liang to train the recruits so you go to the training place and seek for him. When you find him, you lightly tap on his shoulder without saying a word, and just by the look in your eyes Kuai Liang knows you need something, so he follows you into a secret hiding from the rest of the clan where you can talk. “What is it, my lo-” He is about to ask, but you interrupt him by throwing your arms above his waist and push your face into his toned chest that you can feel through the fabric. It takes him by surprise but he quickly laughs and returns the hug, you feel his hot touch on your trembling body, causing to send shivers of excitement down your spine. A sudden wave of comfort and heat rushes through your skin as he uses his power. You don’t want to hog him just for yourself but it feels so good and you don’t want to leave him for the moment either, his strong but gentle hands slowly start doing small caresses on your back as if you were the softest and most precious thing he ever held in his hands. “Does it feel better, love?” His lips whisper close to your face, so close you can feel his breath warming up your cheeks. You can think he is using his power in his smooth voice to make your heart melt like that. “Yes.. yes, it does.” Your voice drifts away as you let Kuai Liang’s warmth embracing you fully, enjoying it as long as it last.

Letting you do his hair. Every morning, you have the habit of brushing his hair until every knot is untangled, then putting them in a high and tight bun so he won’t be bothered when he goes to work. He can do his hair alone, but he trusts you with it, besides from his parents when he was a boy, nobody has ever touched his hair. It feels intimate and relaxing whenever your fingers pass through his hair which feel like silk, for once it’s like he puts a pause on everything and lets you manage the moment, with nothing being able to interrupt it. It’s impressive, even for him on how can you put the pyromancer in a vulnerable state just by your touch, while his enemies had train all their life to get even an once of his vulnerability, it’s like any fire within him extinguish with your presence. He really wishes to pay you back in some way, if you have long hair he’ll do them if you let him, styling you in hairstyles that he thinks embellish your natural beauty. And of course, his hair ties and pins become yours and vice versa.

“And, here you go.” You say as you rearrange the bun making sure no hair escaped. When you are finished, Kuai Liang turns around to face you, you feel the rough skin of his hand passing over your hand and gently take it to pull it lightly to bring you closer to him. “Thank you, beloved. I can't think of anyone better.” His gaze who holds sincerity it doesn't leave your eyes, still holding your hand he intertwines your fingers in an unbreakable link between his. “It's a simple gesture, however I'm happy to be the one to do it.” You smile at him, you really feel lucky to be the only one who can share this moment with him even for how simple it is, passing your fingers through is hair is almost like a small addiction, his smooth hair framing perfectly his handsome face is a sight you can't get tired of. “It may not be much but it means a lot to me.” His hand strokes your chin before pulling it and his lips capture yours in a kiss. It feels sweet and soft but you can feel the deep emotions he is putting in it, he is not letting your face go from his hand until his lips leave yours and smile tenderly at you.

Tomas !

Being your number 1 fan. This man is quite easy to amaze, but nothing amazes him more than his sweet partner that is you. Everything that you try receives a compliment from Tomas, some may say he is a fool in love, while he’ll say that he is simply proud of you. His significant other kicking ass? That’s my bae for you! Showing off a new trick you just learned? It’s impressive, could you teach him how to do that? (Definitely not an excuse to spend some time with you) While the praises are genuine, they’re also here to make sure you don’t fall into the rabbit hole of insecurities, which unfortunately he has sunk in too many times. He would hate for you to feel bad about yourself, it means for him that he failed as a boyfriend and by extents, he failed you, that’s why he needs to cheer you up and show how much you’re incredible in his eyes.

It is one of those days again, where a gloomy feeling overcomes your mind and manifests itself when you're looking at yourself in the mirror almost defeated by its reflection, the more you look in the mirror the more you are able to see each imperfection and you suddenly start to feel like a mess. Tomas who has just arrived to check on you, notices your weird behavior, how you twirl your clothes, and look at yourself in every angle with a frown on the mirror that you have been looking at for a long time now, he knows what this means and he knows he needs to put a stop to it. Your investigation is suddenly brought to an end when you feel a pair of strong arms around your waist. “Hey, you look particularly beautiful today, have you done something new?” Tomas asks with curiosity and a small smirk, he is looking at you in the mirror and you notice his eyes are filled with fondness which makes you smile in returns. “I just woke up, Tomas. I didn't even brush my hair yet.” “Oh, I suppose it's your natural charm that makes you beautiful then.” When he says that you can't help but kiss him on the cheek, no matter how many times these bad feelings come back they could never surpass the feelings that your boyfriend is making you feel.

Making you surprises. Tomas is always trying to show that he cares for his partner, he fears that he may not show it enough so he tries through little pleasant surprises that he knows you will like. For example, bringing breakfast in bed, it’s convenient that most of the time he wakes up before you, as the way of teaching from the clan does not allow to sleep in and wake up after the enemy does. He’ll cook your favorite food of course, and somehow the fact that it is made by him makes it even more appetizing but also he learned from the best cook that he knows who is Madam Bo, honestly you don’t know who is sweeter between the breakfast or your boyfriend. He also likes to leave love notes when he is on duty in places he knows that you go and sometimes those notes are attached to cute gifts like plushies, chocolate or flowers.

Good morning, Love! I hope you slept well and did beautiful dreams (hopefully about me). I regret not being with you here but we had to leave early this morning and I didn’t want to wake you up so early. I made you a quick breakfast before leaving and this time it didn’t burn! I promise I’ll make up for my absence but for the time I wish you a nice day and can’t wait to hear about what you did tonight. With love, Tomas :) Your smile grows when you re-read the notes that Tomas left, you kept a small pile of them in the drawer and like to go through again when you’re in an emotional mood. Some of them are small, others are longer, they can be funny or romantic with a deep otherwise cheesy love quote, either written by Tomas or this ‘anonymous’ person who signs as ‘The King Of Smoke’ and hopes to not be caught by your boyfriend so he can keep sending you gifts that represents his love. Whatever those letters are, they always contain his sweet nature in them and never fail to touch you.

‘𝓣𝐇𝐄 𝓔𝐍𝐃  Please don’t copy/translate and don’t reblog if you’re a yand3r3 blog/reblog account, or you’ll be blocked. Besides that, likes/reblogs/comments are appreciated.  Imagine Tomas leaving a love note and Bi-Han finds it accidentally, you can’t even imagine the disgust that he has on his face, he is even more displeased with Tomas than he already is, why can’t he keep his personal stuff private and not expose it to all the clan.

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𝑽𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝑺𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒍𝒂𝒊𝒓 𝒙 𝑭𝒆𝒎!𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

The first time you stole Vincent's sweater, it wasn't on purpose.. You just happened to find it hung over a chair inside the house, you were cold and figured you could just throw it on.

As you head back down towards Vincent's room, Bo catches his eye on Vincent's sweater wrapped around your body. "Ain't that Vincent's sweater? Best give that back to him 'fore he sees.."

You paid no mind to Bo. He doesn't know what he's talking about half of the time, anyway.

You're finally arriving to Vincent's room. You make your presence known and plop down next to him on the mattress. Sighing softly, you smile. His sweater is soft, warm, and most of all, it smells exactly like Vincent Sinclair.

He notices that you're wearing his sweater, and he sits up to get a good view. He smiles and stares for a while. To you, the sweater was comfort, but to him, it's the softest form of surrender. You're his, covered in his scent, marked by his clothes.

"Sorry, did you want it back?" You're looking up at him with your beautiful eyes, your gaze lingering with his. He shakes his head no, "Good, I wasn't going to give it back anyway." You're giggling at him, holding the collar of said sweater over your eyes.

Vincent is quick, but not too quick, to pull the fuzzy sweater down from your eyes. His eyes again land on yours, neither of you daring to look away. The silence is humming a million love songs.

He leans in to kiss you, and you reciprocate his effort. The kiss is deep, and full of love. Almost like the universe paused everything just to watch. It felt like more than a kiss, but yet every unspoken feeling folded into skin.

You two sit there for just a moment before laying back down together, Vincent is practically swallowing you with his arms. "I love you," you're laying against his chest, hearing the thumping of his heart, and soft breaths within his chest.

He doesn't say it, but you know he feels it. He loves you too.

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It's the next day, and you're still wearing his sweater. It's cozy, and worn-in. Quite oversized on you, but it encases you perfectly.

You decide to go out for a walk. It's a warm day, and the sun is shining down upon you. Your skin glistens against the light, and your hair is flowing through the gentle wind. To Vincent, you've just come out of a movie that's too good to be true.

Of course, Bo sees you, again. When does he not? He has eyes on the whole town.

"Why don't you take that thing off? 'S hot outside.."

But you just shrug. "It's comforting. Smells like Vincent."

Bo cocks an eyebrow up, and questions your decisions. "Alright then, your choice. You're the one who's gonna be dyin'.."

Nonetheless, you don't care. It could be a thousand degrees outside, and you'd still never even hesitate to put on this sweater. His sweater.

Every time Bo sees you, he asks Vincent why he doesn't ever ask for it back. His answer is the same every single time.

She wears it better.

[tzitzimitl-eztli]

Just gotta say your art style is just amazing, looks like picture book and the colors just look so warm and fuzzy especilly on Freddy. Love the stories of Freddy and Gregory, always brightens my day.

Not 100% sure if bears do this but I picture Freddy trying to clean Gregory's hair by linking it and just Gregory's hair swoosed to one side because of it 😆.

bath pt. 2

thank you ooh dear you noticed it❤❤❤

that's how I wanted to do it as an illustration of old stories but I want to do the good ideas that you give me like this

and I couldn't resist wanting to share it immediately without coloring it well and I wanted to make the hairstyle moved to the side but even though the I was drawing it didn't convince me and like Gregory in the last panels I gave up even so I loved how it could have been thanks for sharing this idea it was great to draw it I had fun

[viiiiiiiiiin]

Hello vix how are you doing?Hope your doing well, so I wanted ask of you if it could be okey if I could request headcanons with shanks, zoro ,akainu with a s/O that loves to touch,put their head between their, pinch their nippl€s, rub/play with their tits.

Thanks have a amazing day!!💖❤💌😊

Shanks , Zoro , and Akainu with a touchy S / O

SLIGHT NSFW WARNING.

Includes: Shanks , Zoro , Akainu , GN Reader

A / N: Hii !! I'm doing good , thanks for askin !! I never really write for Akainu , so I hope he's in character enough lol ! I apologize that this is short. I'll probably add more later but I'm having a brain fart reading this

Red Haired: Shanks

He finds it amusing , surprisingly. He actually enjoys when you touch his chest.

For some reason , it fills him with pride.

Though , it embarrasses him whenever you pinch or play with his nipples , rather it be randomly or during spicy time.

He always returns the favor. Male , female , nonbinary , trans , anything. He adores your chest as much as you adore his.

Want to sleep on his tits ? Go right ahead. He's already laying out for you. He enjoys when you sleep on his chest.

He finds it amusing whenever you sneak up behind him and grab his chest whenever he's doing something.

He gets more embarrassed in front of the crew , but he will usually laugh it off.

If you rest your head between his tits , he will caress your head.

He loves whenever you do it at night. He knows you sometimes do it to make sure he's okay , and he finds that adorable about you.

He finds it arousing whenever you rub them , however. It usually leads to the bedroom.

He adores you , no matter what you do. Just know he will always return the favor. Sometimes more passionately . . .

Pirate Hunter: Roronoa Zoro

He doesn't understand it and always gets red in the face.

Especially if you do it around the crew.

Sanji makes fun of him for it.

He feels like a sheep in the middle of a pack of wolves whenever he notices you looking at his large chest.

Even if he outwardly complains about it , he actually gets really fuzzy about it.

Like , his heart skips beats and his stomach flutters.

He doesn't understand it , but he'd never say anything.

His chest is always warm , so you like to go there whenever you guys get near cold climates.

He turns even redder.

"What the hell are you doing ?!" Yelling , even if he secretly enjoys it.

Red Dog (Akainu): Sakazuki

Never do it in front of people. He's very strict about how the outside views him. He believes that people won't respect him if he sees how you act with him.

You don't mind. You respect his boundaries , so you do it in private. Sometimes around the other admirals , but they don't snitch. They find it funny.

It's kinda hard to tell if he enjoys it or not because he's not the most expressive person.

In private , he finds it amusing whenever you mess with his chest.

Anytime you do anything , he'll just smirk and raise an eyebrow.

Sometimes he'll return the favor , but that depends on his current mood.

He's very into his work , so he'll just chuckle and go back to his work. You worry about him sometimes , honestly.

[thehollowwriter]

*Skerks down the hallway like a cat coming down with zoomies* I heard you were doing Rollo fluff only requests, so I jumped into your ask box IMMEDIATELY. Do you think you could do some bed-time snuggles with him? I just want to cuddle this obviously touched-starved, emotionally repressed twink so bad you don't even KNOW. He'd probably say he isn't touch starved, that he's only does this because you seem to enjoy it, but then we'd wake up the next morning with half his weight on top of us and him clinging like a desperate koala and refusing to let go. No obsession, no sexual undertones, just a depressed man finding solace in a soft bed, thick blankets, and the warmth of another's arms, finding the peaceful sleep he hasn't know for years.

Aaah this is so cute! Thank you for this anon! ^^

Summary: You convince Rollo to get some well needed sleep. Cuddles ensue.

Warnings: None

(Pls reblog and leave a comment ❤)

In Your Grasp

The first thing that came to your mind when you laid eyes on Rollo Flamme was "wow, he needs some sleep."

It wasn't an unusual conclusion. Many people thought the same. The intense gaze of his dark green eyes were just as tired as it was intense. His posture and mannerisms, slow and lethargic as they were prim and proper.

Now, the both of you were dating. It was many months after the events of the masquerade and that thought hasn't changed.

Still, after all this time, the large bags under Rollo's eyes remained.

Rollo was a hard worker and a busybody who rarely gave himself a break. He often stayed up late or even all night in order to get whatever he wanted done, whether it be studying, homework, paperwork for his fellow students or chores.

You knew that he avoided going to bed because he struggled to sleep. He had told you once, during a quiet moment together, that simply laying there alone with his thoughts and nothing to distract him led to thinking about his brother, which in turn led to nightmares plaguing the few moments of sleep he did experience.

While you did sympathise with this, sitting on the edge of his bed watching him fight to stay awake and complete his work made you decide it was time to stop him.

"Rollo," You said softly, taking the paper from his hands. "Rollo you need to go to bed. It's late."

Your words were met with a huff and a dismissive hand wave. "I'm not tired. You should go to bed now, though."

"Not tired? Rollo, look at yourself. You're about to keel over. You drifted off at least twice."

At Rollo's silent, almost disbelieving stare, you sighed. "Let me stay here with you tonight. We can lie together until you fall asleep."

There was a moment were Rollo didn't react, his tired brain taking a pause to process your words. When it did, his eyes widened and his cheeks turned pink.

"T-Together?" He stammered. "My flame, I-I am not sure about that."

"Don't worry about it," You assured him smiling. "It'll be nice. Besides." You gestured to his large bed tucked into the corner of the room. "There's plenty of space so we won't annoy each other."

Rollo, still pink, looked at you, then at the bed, then his work and then at you again. He gazed at the paper in your hands, squinting.

The words looked blurry. His head was fuzzy. His eyes hurt. He felt heavy.

"Alright," He relented with a sigh. "Let me get ready and I'll... I'll join you in a few minutes."

You, already in your pajamas, sighed in relief and gently kissed his cheek. "I'll be waiting for you." You said, moving to nestle under the blankets.

Rollo set his work aside and and began to get ready for bed, his cheeks burning a much brighter red at the thought of sharing a bed with you.

He blinked, staring to the mirror as he removed his make up, a million flustered thoughts whirling through his mind.

Sleeping... together? In the same bed? Next to you and your warm soft self? You, likely to sleep far more fitfully than he ever would?

Surely, you would rather sleep in your own bed? The one you were familiar with in feeling, scent and comfort? Your room wasn't far from his, it wasn't a long trip and he could walk with you.

Rollo was standing next to his bed in his pajamas before his mind caught up with him and the flustered thoughts began to dissipate.

Still red and unsure, he simply stood there with his hands at his sides and his eyebrows furrowed, looking between you and his bed.

After two excruciating minutes, Rollo carefully lifted the black, royal purple and wine red covers and climbed in next to you. He was stiff and awkward in his movement, biting his lip almost as if he was embarrassed.

He lay in his back, and stared at the dark ceiling with exhausted dark green eyes. Stubbornly, they refused to shut long enough to let him sleep, flying open at the images that would flash behind his eyelids.

It was just like always.

Alone, in the oppressive silence of his room, images of his brother and Rollo's own failure to rip magic from the world dominated his psyche, making his breath catch in his throat and his mouth open in a silent gasp.

No... no that wasn't quite right. He wasn't alone. You were right next to him, huddled under the blankets and facing towards.

"Mon chéri," Rollo began before he could stop himself. "May we... talk? Please?"

Please. Anything to fill the dreadful silence weighing down on him, suffocating him. Please please please please please-

"Sure," You said, and he could hear the smile in your voice. "What do you want to talk about?"

"Anything." It took every bit of willpower Rollo had to avoid sounding as desperate as he felt. "I don't mind."

He could feel your gaze, brimming with concern, burning into you.

"Why don't you tell me about your day?" You asked after a pause. "I remember you looked like you wanted to throttle someone earlier. Who was the poor fool this time?"

Rollo let out a breath and rolled his eyes. "Today was... fine. Things were going smoothly despite that idiot Solomon's best efforts. It's impossible to get anything done when he's always glued to his phone..."

His voice flowed into the silence and was soon joined by yours. You shifted from one topic to another, talking about anything and everything. Rollo hung onto your every word, and you returned the gesture.

Slowly, Rollo shifted closer to you, pressing against you and taking hold of your hand in a tight grip. You wrapped your arm around him and his stiff body relaxed a little, comforted by your touch.

It was late when you realised Rollo had stopped speaking. You looked to your side to find him resting his head on your shoulder, eyes closed and chest gently rising and falling.

You smiled at the sight and gently kissed the top of his head.

"Goodnight, Rollo." You murmured. Your own eyes slid shut and slowly the world began to fade away.

***

Gentle golden beams of sunlight filtering through the curtains caused your eyes to flutter open and blink away the sleep.

Stiff and uncomfortable, you tried to turn over and stretch, only to find you couldn't move. Something heavy was weighing you down.

It took a few moments, but your tired mind eventually registered that it was in fact Rollo keeping you pinned on your side.

Rollo had his face buried in your neck and his arms wrapped around you as tightly as possible. His legs were tangled with yours, the position ensuring he was pressed as tightly against you as possible, holding you as if he were afraid you would disappear.

Despite your discomfort, you hadn't the heart to move him. He looked serene, a rare expression to see on his face. You chuckled and gently threaded your fingers through his short white hair, kissing his temple.

"I love you, Rollo."

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A/N: I hope you enjoyed! I got excited writing this, so it'd about 1k words in length urugututur

Tagging: @distant-velleity