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babyleostuff · 5 months

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how svt cuddle their s/o when asleep | ot13

❥ seungcheol

clingy teddy bear

you can say goodbye to your personal space because with cheol you won’t have any. his limbs are wrapped all around you, so good luck if you need to get up to the bathroom at any point during the night. he moves a lot in his sleep but somehow he always ends up with 90% of his body draped over yours. not to mention he holds you with so much strength, and for what, it’s like he’s scared you’re going to magically disappear from bed.

❥ jeonghan

the softest cuddles all night long

it doesn't matter how you cuddle - whether he’s the big spoon, small spoon, you have your head on his chest, or if you only have a leg draped over him - the cuddles are the softest and the most gentle. he holds you with so much tenderness and care you start to wonder if he’s really asleep. hannie might be a menace during the day, but the second he’s in the comfort of your shared bedroom he becomes the biggest cuddle bug that holds you with so much gentleness.

❥ joshua

always touching you

even if you’re not cuddled up to each other, joshua needs to have at least his hand on your body, to know that you’re there - on your hip, arm, back, tummy - it doesn’t matter, as long as he's touching you he can sleep peacefully. if you ever move away from him in your sleep, he’s quick to put an arm around your waist to pull you back closer to him, and place his hand on your lower abdomen again. sometimes he doesn’t even realise he’s doing that - joshua got so used to touching you in his sleep that now he usually reaches for you without giving it a second thought.

❥ jun

little koala

jun is always wrapped around you in some way, he loves being close to you - especially in the safety of your bedroom, where you are alone, cuddled under the covers, enjoying the fact that you can soak up each other's presence - even in your sleep. if jun moves away from you at night, then he just rolls over back to you, his sleepy brain too tired to use any strength to lift himself up. he then most often buries his head in your neck, and throws one of his arms across your belly or waist - because he needs that physical touch, especially after days spent apart from each other.

❥ hoshi

latches himself onto you and doesn't let go

soonyoung just sticks to you and never lets go, not even for a second - you can try and pry him off, and he’ll just grab you and throw his body over yours. anytime he moves (and he moves a lot) you pray that he takes some of his body weight off of you because sometimes you feel like you can't breathe. you know he doesn't mean anything bad with his cuddles, hoshi would never hurt you, and besides - you spend so little time together because of his work, so a little bit of suffocating love won't hurt anyone.

❥ wonwoo

cuddles that feel like home

he is the biggest undercover cuddle bug - he acts like he’s not a fan of hugs and physical touch in general, but the second you put the blankets over the both of you wonwoo turns into a whole another person. most nights he’s the one holding you - your weight calms him down and helps him fall asleep, and he’d never tell you this, but they make him feel safe - you’re his little comfort blanket. he holds you with such tenderness, warmth, affection and love that sometimes it’s overwhelming how loved he makes you feel just with his cuddles. his arms, his chest, his lips against your cheek, his steady breathing, the calm beating of his heart - it all feels like home.

❥ woozi

face to face

jihoon likes his space, so he’s not big on cuddling - but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t want to stay close to you. he likes the reassurance that even though you’re not touching you’re still so close and you can quietly enjoy each other's presence, without feeling the need to be all over each other - that's why you usually end up falling asleep face to face. and it's not that jihoon absolutely hates your touch - when he sometimes wakes up in the night and sees your leg thrown over his, or his hand resting on yours - it makes his sleep even better afterwards. it’s these silent and unnoticable touches that matter most to him.

❥ dk

clingiest puppy

seokmin happily skips over to your bedroom every night, because that means cuddles all night long! how you cuddle - that’s not important to him - he just needs to be next to you. to be honest, seokmin can’t remember a night when you weren't cuddling, it’s a must or else he’s not able to fall asleep - you’re his favourite teddy bear/ blanket/ pillow. he usually moves around a bit in his sleep, so you cuddle in many ways and you always wake up in a different position than when you fell asleep (even if by some miracle he ends up at the end of the bed, his arm will be bent at some strange angle just so he's touching you).

❥ mingyu

head nuzzled into your neck

despite what everyone thinks, gyu doesn't always want to be the big spoon - your big and hard-working man most often wants to be held by you. he loves the feeling of your arms around his body - it makes him feel so safe and loved. he can just be himself, he can be mingyu - your mingyu. since you are his priority though, he always asks if you are comfortable and if you really want him to lie on you since he knows his bodyweight can be a bit suffocating. despite the fact that in theory you’re holding him, mingyu still finds a way to wrap his arms around you.

❥ minghao

your head over his heart

hao would never tell you this, but having your head resting over his heart is more calming and grounding than any meditation - there is just something about having the love of your life resting their head over his heart that makes him feel so peaceful - you’re like two puzzle pieces that fit perfectly together. he can also hold and touch you when you sleep cuddled up like that, but you’re still perfectly comfortable and each of you have your space, so it’s not overbearing for either of you. to sum up - hao’s cuddles = tender love expressed by gentle touches.

❥ seungkwan

little spoon

does not care that “a man should always be the big spoon” (which is bullshit) - seungkwan lives and breathes to be held by you, he absolutely adores having your arms around him with his back pressed against your chest. he makes sure both of you are properly covered and tucked in before saying your goodnights, and you stay like that for the whole night (you kind of look like two shrimps laying next to each other). seungkwan usually grabs your hand that is resting on his tummy and intertwines your fingers because he’s a sucker for physical touch and he just likes holding your hand :))))

❥ vernon

intertwined fingers

not the biggest cuddler, but vernon still likes to touch you in a way that lets you sleep comfortably without suffocating in each other’s arms. he didn’t even realise how he always reached for your hand when you said your goodnights until you pointed it out recently - it’s just something so natural to him - you lay down, talk a bit before going to sleep, he gives you a sweet peck to your cheek, and then he grabs your hand. somehow, vernon has no idea how, even when he wakes up in the middle of the night - your fingers are still intertwined, and it always makes him so mushy and fluffy on the inside.

❥ chan

your big strong protector

channie just wants you to feel safe and protected when you sleep so you don’t have to worry about anything, and that if something ever happens you have him to take care of you. he holds you gently and with so much tenderness, yet the weight of his arm that is draped over your waist screams “sleep my love, i’ll protect you.” it doesn’t matter how you cuddle, chan always finds a way to wrap himself around you. and as much as you believe in the fact that he cuddles you so you feel safe, you also know that he’s just a big cuddle bug and wants to be close to you (especially because in the mornings he usually wakes up in your arms).

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lucysarah-c · 7 months

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Sometimes I don't think about Levi fucking, but rather in the decorous ritual of the aftermath. I envision a Levi who, after passionately fucking with you as if there were no tomorrow, the veins in his hands and arms popping as he loses control of his strength, overwhelmed by how good you make him feel, how much he desires to give his all, to go deeper, harder, faster. This "before" Levi, utilizing every ounce of his power to make you cum as many times as possible, the "after" Levi of buried between your legs as you squeeze his head and tug his locks slightly painful of how much he's overstimulating you. The "after" Levi of sinking his teeth into any soft flesh he can find on your body, his hands choking you firmly enough to make your head tilts backward.

This "after" Levi is the one who falls asleep after whispering about how much he loves you and how much of a good girl you've been for him that night, only to wake up a few hours later. The room is still dark, he has a significant amount of work to do, and though he wants to stay with you, he knows he won't fall back asleep. This Levi, with messy hair, gently tries to ease out the knots in your hair caused by him, gladly taking responsibility for them. The Levi who quietly moves himself from your side, planting a final kiss on your shoulder before softly kissing your head and ruffling your hair. He can't help but quickly check your breathing, ensuring you're not a dream but indeed there with him. A soft sigh of tiredness mixed with reassurance that you're alive. Like a mother leaving a child in a crib, he carefully removes himself from the bed, adjusting the blankets over your shoulders. His touch is so soft that you don't even notice him leaving due to your tired state.

Once again, the routine of him grabbing loose sweatpants to put on, no underwear because his cock is till too sensitive for all he did—wild sex transitioning into soft kisses. Levi walks to the bathroom to clean himself, avoiding a shower since the plumbing is old and would make too much noise late at night, potentially waking you. This is his love—he is willing to endure being dirty for a few more hours for your sake. He places a hand on the door of the adjoining room, ensuring it doesn't make a noise as he close it to disturb your sleep, before throwing himself into his office chair.

A single candle provides subtle illumination, careful not to disturb you even though you're not in the room. He forces himself to find the willpower to read and work on paperwork, legs wild parted and tilted to the sides, perhaps with one thrown over the desk. 'Cause once again, he's sensitive. If there's still warm water, he might make himself a cup of tea but refrains from going all the way to the kitchen. On other nights, he might light a cigarette and let it rest on his lips—those are the hard days. He works and waits, waiting for an appropriate hour to finally shower, shave, because he's too pale, and his dark hair shows growth quickly. He anticipates seeing you wake up, looking at him, and playfully blaming him for your tiredness and soreness, all the while sporting a silly smile.

"Did you pick up breakfast? Oh, you shouldn't have," you'll say, and he'll complain about your tendency to oversleep. But the truth is, he loves it—him freshly showered, towel around his hips as he picks up his uniform, the tips of his hair dripping, your hair a mess as you move around the room with a cup of tea, bare legs, his shirt on and nothing under. He leaves, off to train the recruits, work, or attend to business, all the while thinking of the ritual of the afterglow, eager to return and find you sleeping in his arms, compelling himself to leave the bed once again.

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justporo · 9 months

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An Assortment of Strays

I believe I still owe you guys a drabble about how Astarion adopts a stray kitten. So here you go. @mushy6902 this one's on you again! (Also I only googled what you could give a kitten for improvisation, don't take that as advice!)

Pairing: Astarion/Gn!Tav

Wordcount: 2,2k

After an autumn storm Astarion comes home completely drenched, under his doublet jacket he has a small kitten that's desperately trying to cling to the vampire's chest.

Astarion had gone out to run some errands - probably mostly threads for his embroidery projects and some new tomes he could brood over.

He‘d asked you if you would care to join but you had taken a look outside your tall living room window, seen the autumn storm brewing outside, making itself known with stormy winds and clouds passing over the moon and told him “thank you, but no thank you”.

He couldn‘t catch a cold - you could, and weren‘t very keen on it.

Then you had cozied up in front of the lit fireplace with a goblet of wine - you had adopted Astarion‘s inclination to it in no time - and a book. Surely, it had started to rain cats and dogs soon after. And because you were such a nice and thoughtful person you had already collected some towels for the vampire when he would return and curse the weather, looking like a wet puppy, his white curls all but flattened by the rain and drooping adorably around his pointy ears.

He took much longer than expected though but you weren‘t worried - he was a free man now after all and could do whatever he pleased.

So, you sat and read - Scratch had come over too when the storm had really started going. After your party had split after everything was said and done, you‘d insisted on keeping the stray. So now he lived with Astarion and you in your little townhouse and very much enjoyed being spoiled by you.

Astarion didn‘t bond with the dog awfully much - „rather a cat person, my love, sorry“ - but he still sometimes could be found sitting in the window alcove reading with the dog in his lap, who received some head scratches.

Scratch had almost buried himself under the blanket you had spread over your legs now, when the first lightning strikes had turned into roaring thunder. You were gently patting his head and ears to soothe him while holding your book with your other hand. Focused completely on your reading you only looked up when you heard noises - and cursing - in the hallway.

You put your reading down and softly lifted the dog‘s head from your lap to get up. As you walked in the hallway you saw the expected scene: Astarion completely drenched, hair dripping and cursing like a sailor.

„Gods, I should have listened to you concerning the weather - you were right“, Astarion spat and made and disgusted face. „I‘d say I am right more times than you would like to admit, my love“, you answered with a chuckle and grabbed the towels you had prepared but were startled when you realised there was something more.

The vampire seemed to have something inside his doublet jacket he had obviously tried to keep dry.

„What is it you have there, Astarion?“, you asked curiously and drew your brows together - somehow you were sure that it wasn‘t just books or a precious bottle of „a fullbodied red“ that he was carrying.

The vampire ignored your question. His face lit up when he saw that you were holding some towels: „Oh, good thinking, my sweet, we could really use something to soak up all the godsdamned rain.“ „We?“, you replied confusedly and helplessly held up the towels.

Astarion carefully opened up his doublet and revealed a small furry creature. A small white kitten that was just as drenched as Astarion and desperately tried to cling to the vampire‘s chest: small, scared, miserably shaking and meowing.

„Oh no, who‘s this poor little thing?“, you cooed immediately and opened up your arms with one of the towels opened up so you might wrap the small kitten in it.

„Really? That‘s how you treat a cat you‘ve just met when I am here - your cherished soulmate - just as wet and miserable?“, Astarion complained. „For being so miserable you have an awful lot of breath to waste, my friend.“ Astarion huffed in protest. „Also you are not probably only a few weeks old and loudly meowing for help“, you continued and carefully took the kitten from Astarion who just as carefully handed the tiny little thing to you.

„Oh, I could meow if that‘s what would help further my case with you“, Astarion pouted while you cautiously dried off the kitten.

When the vampire just stood in front of you and said nothing while still dripping all over your hardwood floors you looked back up. „Oh uh, there‘s another towel back there, my love, if you want to dry yourself“, you said and then went back to cradling your small new friend.

Astarion sighed dramatically and walked past you to grab the promised towel. „I already get the feeling, this was a mistake. Your heart so eagerly conquered by a cute little stray you just took in“, he proclaimed theatrically, the back of one of his hands placed on his forehead.

„Hmm, says the cute little stray that I took in and that conquered my heart“, you replied matter-of-fact, not taking your eyes of the small animal and started to walk towards the living room and the burning fire there in the fireplace.

As you passed Astarion who was still trying to get his hair dry you threw your vampire a sideglance though; just to make sure he‘d caught that. And, oh, he had. He smirked and winked at you, having heard exactly what he wanted from you.

You sat down in front of the fireplace. Scratch was immediately up and wagging his tail, smelling the newcomer. “You be nice and keep your distance, Scratch”, you warned the dog. “I guess our new friend is already scared out of their mind!” And so the stray layed down again, his head on the ground between his paws, looking up at you with puppy eyes. His tail was still lazily wagging in excitement.

The kitten was slowly stopping shuddering with the warmth of the fire starting to dry her fur, but she wouldn’t stop meowing. Astarion came over to you after some time after he had put on some dry clothes. “I guess she doesn’t want to be held by me. Will you hold her? I’m going to look for something we can feed her in the kitchen”, you explained immediately after the vampire had sat down on his knees in front of you. You cautiously handed over the towel with the kitten to the stunned elf who started to huff in protest: “No, Tav, please you are the one good with animals…” “You brought the small cat here…” “Yes, but only because-“ You were already out the door and halfway to the kitchen. You searched your brain for what you knew about what you could feed a cat that was still so small. Tomorrow you would have to go out and find proper nutrition for the poor small thing.

You rummaged through your cabinets and finally mixed together some milk, water, yogurt and eggs – at least for tonight that would hopefully suffice. In one bowl you had your improvised kitten food and in another you filled some water. Then you went back to the living room. Astarion had donned the towel and was holding the kitten against his chest where it had calmed down. But she still had her claws borrowed in Astarion’s doublet and apparently they went right through the cloth judging by the vampire’s grimace.

“Watch out, she got you, tiger”, you joked as you kneeled down in front of him with the two bowls in hand. Scratch was up again too and sniffed curiously at the mixture for the kitten. But it was seemingly not much to his liking as he laid down again quickly.

“Should I set her down so she can feed and drink?”, Astarion asked you. He really seemed a bit overwhelmed with trying to care for the small furry thing. As she clawed at him again a soft “oww” left his lips. “We can at least try but we should pay attention Scratch doesn’t get too close. He would probably be a bit much for our newcomer”, you said and looked at the dog tentatively. But Scratch seemed to have taken the hint and had laid down a bit further and had just started to snooze peacefully.

Astarion slowly and carefully lifted the kitten from his chest, having to remove a claw or two with his fingers. He sighed as he looked down and saw some loosened threads in the embroidery: “I’m going to have to patch that up later.” Then he sat the small one down in front of the bowls. But the vampire did not let go f the small animal before he let one finger caressingly run over the creature’s head and down it’s back. He almost seemed scared that it would run off. But the kitten did not. If anything, she seemed to even enjoy the vampire’s pets.

“She’s so weird. Animals usually don’t feel very comfortable around me – you know, the whole vampirism thing… They feel it”, Astarion said absent-mindedly while he watched the cat slowly check out the two bowls. His red eyes were still observing her, a small warm smile was playing on his lips. Your own heart swelled with affection seeing how much he cared for this small being.

“Where did you find her?”, you asked. The vampire reached out to the kitten again, softly stroking her why she drank a little water. The small blue eyes were wandering around the surroundings – cautiously. But she still moved up her head to get more of the vampire’s pets. “I guess she likes you”, you said with a smile and kept your eyes on her before the Astarion could answer your previous question. “Trust me to get someone to purr”, he smirked. “Eww Astarion, not the time”, you moaned. You only received a chuckle and a smirk in response.

“I heard some meowing while everyone was scurrying from the rain in a small alley. I thought I was imagining it at first but there she was, a small little kitten, sitting alone in a small basket. It was completely drenched and it didn’t look like its mother was still around. Maybe she was the runt of the litter. I… just couldn't leave her there, all alone and cold, in the dark”, Astarion explained, his eyes miles away as he remembered the situation. But you could quickly see that that wasn’t the only thing. It was apparent why he felt for the lost little creature.

“You have a big heart, Astarion”, you told him sincerely which made his gaze flick to yours. But his eyes immediately left yours again. He surely didn’t believe what you said himself. At least not yet. That was okay though, you would tell him again and again until he didn’t doubt himself anymore.

The kitten meanwhile was trying to feed from the mixture you had concocted but it seemed she was only really getting the stuff on her adorable little face.

Astarion kept observing her a little bit more, cocking his head. Then he shook his head and softly grabbed the small creature again. “It’s not going to work like this, little one, if you only keep rubbing your face in your food”, he said affectionately as he made to hold her with one hand. With the other he took some of the mixture with one of his fingers and then held it to the kitten’s snout.

And surely, after a few seconds she licked it off the vampire’s fingers. A big smile crept onto your face and your heart grew in size while you watched the scene. Scratch also had slowly come back and was pushing his nose under your arm so you would let him rest his head on your lap again. You allowed it and kept watching how Astarion slowly fed the kitten. She’d quickly grown more eagerly and had started using her teeth too.

“Oww, will you stop biting me, you mean little thing”, Astarion exclaimed and shook his hand. “Serves you right, now you know how it feels”, you immediately threw in. The pale elf threw you a glance, saying “are you even serious”, but he kept allowing the cat to feed of his fingers until she seemed sated and her eyes grew heavy.

The vampire grabbed the towel that still laid next to him and lightly rubbed the mess of the kitten’s face. You offered Astarion the blanket from before to make an improvised bed for the small one on which he placed the cat carefully so she could get some rest.

“She’ll need a name if we’re going to keep her”, you said as you both watched the fur ball breathe softly. “Well, we already have a dog called Scratch, maybe we can call her Bite”, Astarion replied with a grin. You made a face at him and left the topic for the time being.

“What a fine assortment of strays we are, don’t you think, my love?”, Astarion asked then and looked at you with warmth in his eyes. You leaned over and gave him a kiss. “Fine, yes”, you answered as you made to lay down and put your head into Astarion’s lap. “But we’re not strays anymore, we’re home now”, you said with a smile and looked up at your soulmate. The vampire let his hands cup your cheeks and ran his thumbs over them lovingly: “And how sweet it is being home with you, my heart.”

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rishiguro · 8 months

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HAIKYUU CHARACTERS WHEN YOU‘RE SICK

a/n: hello flu season, you make me write purely self-indulgent shit because i turn into a needy child when i‘m sick

warnings: mentions of meds. one f-bomb.

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SUNA RINTAROU: can’t help but tease you for it

“i told you to put on a jacket and dry your hair before you go out,” he muttered amused as he watched you huddle into the living room, wrapped into your thick blanket. you rolled your eyes at him, to which he immediately held up his hands. “don’t look at me like that, you know i’m right” you couldn’t help but pout at him, whispering curses annoyed. “you know damn well that that’s not how viruses work,” you grumbled. “then why are you sick now?” he retorted, smiling. “fuck you” you turned around to go back into the bedroom. “oh, come here you big baby” your boyfriend opened his arms and gestured you to come closer, offering to cuddle with you. “i hate you sometimes,” you muttered under your breath as you walked up to him, falling into his arms and laying your head on his chest. “i love you too”

USHIJIMA WAKATOSHI: decks you in with every remedy he can get his hands on

he looked at all the meds on the table after carefully reciting the benefits of each one word-by-word, remembering everything the pharmacist had told him. “are you sure you got everything you need? i can run out to the pharmacy again, it’s not a problem,” he offered after a short pause. you let out a quiet laugh, nodding confidently. “i’m sure i’ll be fine, ‘toshi. promise,” you stated, reaching out to grab his hand. “okay” admittedly, it was adorable just how overboard he went the second he heard you sneeze. you probably just caught the flu somewhere, nothing that couldn’t be cured with rest and maybe a few meds. when you texted your boyfriend, asking him to pick some up for you, you surely didn’t expect him to enter your home with the whole pharmacy in his bag. you grinned, your heart warming at his silly, but incredibly caring gesture. “what are you laughing at?” he asked confused. “nothing,” you assured him quickly, giving his cheek a peck before leaning into him and his warmth. “i’m just happy you’re here with me”

KITA SHINSUKE: keeps a respectable distance but doesn’t fail to make you feel cared for

following a soft knock, the door to your dim bedroom was opened with your boyfriend stepping into the room. “i made you some tea” he spoke softly as he put the mug down on the small table next to you. he proceeded to quickly feel your forehead, nodding when he realizes that your temperature has gone down. “and some soup is currently cooking on the stove, i’m gonna bring you a bowl later” he smiled softly at you, giving your forehead a peck. “i’ll be in the living room, yeah?” he turned to leave, making sure to not close the door behind him. he then turned around and took another look at you. “the door’s open, love, so just say the word and i’ll be here, no need to strain your voice” you smiled weakly at him. “thank you” he nodded. “i love you,” he whispered to you. “i love you too,” you replied. he turned to leave, but stopped when you called out to him again. he hummed, waiting for you to continue. “can i get a hug? just a quick one,” you mumbled, almost sounding shy, “please” he smiled, immediately making his way over to you. “you don’t have to ask, anything you want”

HINATA SHOYO: latches himself onto you and ends up getting sick too

you groaned, trying to push him off you, but finishing yourself too weak to actually do so. his head was buried in the crook of your neck with his arms wrapped tightly secured around you, not wanting to let you go. you sighed in defeat. “shoyo, i love you, but you’re gonna get sick of you keep doing this” “nuh-uh” he denied, shaking his head, his hair tickling your skin. “yes you will,” you insisted, your hands however finding their way on his back, softly running your nails over it. he kept denying it however and soon after you couldn’t find the energy to keep arguing with him — and you really didn’t want him to leave (not like you’d tell him and give him an actual reason to stay). and just about two weeks later, you’d be the one tending to him, not failing to tease him about his sickness. it didn’t matter to him though, he’d get sick a thousand times over if it meant he could stay close to you.

KUROO TETSUROU: loves to berate you but will drop everything to take care of you

he groaned when he saw you in his field of vision, raising his eyebrows at you with hands stemmed into his hips. “i told you to stay under the covers” he shook his head, pointing into the direction of your bedroom and motioning you towards it. “back under the blanket, come on” you whined. “it’s too hot, tetsurou, i’m sweating” you shivered as you spoke, your arms wrapping around your midsection. honestly, you just needed to see some things that weren’t the walls or the ceiling of your room. you’d take anything at this point. “that’s the point! you need to sweat it out!” he claimed, gesturing with his hands. “can i at least take a shower first? or just get changed? i feel disgusting, my clothes are literally drenched in sweat,” you spoke after sighing in defeat. there was no point in arguing with him, especially when you knew that he was right. “hop into the bathroom, i’ll get you some new pajamas”

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cosyvelvetorchid · 7 days

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I love the fic idea of the team finding out that Buck and Tommy are dating because one of them gets injured at an incident that both stations responded to and the other one looses their mind when they find out

Thank you for the prompt. I made a slight change to it but I think (hope) you'll like it 😊

If anybody else has promt ideas btw, send to my ask and I'll write some more!

Also this was supposed to be a short one but I got carried away 😂

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Buck was never a fan of weighted blankets. He'd tried once once but felt like he was suffocating under it and then had to give birth himself to get out. Maddie had told him that he probably just had one that was the wrong weight for him and that he just had to find the right one. Turns out she was right. He did eventually find the right one.

His name was Tommy.

He was beginning to get used to waking up to a scratchy face buried into his neck and a thick muscular arm draped across his chest. Every time he awoke in this position, it was a struggle to get out of bed. Not just because he was in a weaker, sleepier state and didn't have the strength to move Tommy, but also because he didn't want to.

He couldn't remember a time when waking up with a previous partner and feeling this happy. He wasn't concerned about his morning breath that Taylor always complained about or his dishevelled curls sticking out all over the place that Ali laighed at. Or even his morning wood, which Natalia always made fun of him for. He knew she was doing so playfully, but it tapped into that deep-rooted anxiety he had about not being good enough.

But Tommy didn't complain about those things. He'd kiss Buck every morning - Buck had stopped trying to automatically push away from the kiss, declaring that he needed to brush his teeth first because Tommy truly didn't care. He'd sometimes wake Buck up by running his fingers through his hair. As for the morning wood.. Tommy had no business complaining about that as he was just as guilty.

Tommy stirred and hummed into Bucks neck, pulling Buck into him. Buck turned slightly and pushed his back into Tommy's chest.

"Mmmm-morning, babe." Tommy mumbled

"Mornin" Buck replied lifting Tommy's hand from his chest to kiss it. An asteroid hurtling to earth couldn't seperate them Buck thought. Until the asteroid hit in the form of a reminder from Tommy.

"What time is Eddie picking you up?"

He'd forgotten that Eddie had offered to pick Buck up for work while his Jeep was in the shop. Tommy's late night visit was impromptu. He'd had a rough shift and wanted to see Buck. He wasn't planning on staying the night but they were both exhausted, so a quick visit turned into a literal sleepover.

"He'll be here in.." He reached out to look at his phone; eyes squinting at the brightness. "About 30 minutes."

"Boooooo" Tommy complained into Bucks neck and he laughed. "I better get going." He added shifting away from Buck to sit on the edge of the bed. Buck felt a pang of guilt.

"I'm sorry, Tommy." Tommy turned and placed a hand on Bucks chest.

"Hey. We talked about this - it's okay. We go at your pace, remember? If you're not ready to tell them about us, about you then that's okay. No rush, babe." He leaned down and kissed Buck gently. Buck immediately put his hands around Tommy's neck to deepen the kiss. Tommy, through all his strength, removed Bucks' hands and broke the kiss.

"Don't even think about it." He teased getting off the bed.

"Spoil sport."

***

It had been four days since they had seen each other. Buck hated it; felt like that missing piece of himself that he'd found when he'd met Tommy was missing every time he wasn't with him.

"Earth to Buckeroo." Chimney clicked his fingers in front of Buck face. He looked up to see the whole team staring at him from around the table.

"What is with you lately? You're lost in your own world more than usual?" Hen asked.

"Oh-uh.. nothing. Just..uh.. I'm not sleeping great lately." Another pang of guilt fizzed in his stomach. He hated lying to everybody. He knew they would be absolutely fine with him dating Tommy - after inevitably ribbing him incessantly, of course - it wasn't that. It was just that this was all so new to him, and while he was sure about his feelings, he just wanted more time to settle into them.

Bobby made a welcome subject change.

"Don't forget with the Santa Anas on their way it might be a rough one for a couple days so keep alert, rest when you can and most importantly-" He gestured to the table full of food in front of them "-eat."

***

Bobby wasn't kidding. 18 hours into their 24 and they'd barely had time to rest. 3 fires, a tree falling onto a car and house, and a 4 car pile up. No sooner had they returned to the station the bell rang once again.

"Where we going cap?"

"We've been asked to assist Harbor Station with fire suppression at the edge of Angeles forest."

Bucks heartrate immediately raised at the mention of Harbor Station. Realistically, he knew he probably wouldn't see Tommy - he'd be up in the air - but he was still excited.

"What are you smiling at?" Eddie asked him. Buck really needed to tell his face to stop emoting.

"I'm not smiling." He argued. Eddie and Chimney shared a look. Buck didn't notice.

***

"The explosion happened in the factory approximately 6 hours ago and spread to the homes nearby. No deaths so far. Couple of minor injuries and alot of smoke inhilation. The 133 and 127 are focusing on the factory, 144 and 156 are working on the houses and we have 217 Harbor station doing water drops - I need you guys to keep the fire from reaching the tree line. With how dry it's been lately, those trees go up and were looking at a major forest fire." Chief Alonso told them.

With jobs assigned and gear on they got to work. 1 factory, 5 cars and 9 houses - this fire was a beast Buck thought. He wasn't sure the flush he felt was because of the reminder of the wedding or from the fire.

"Attention all units! This is Firefighter Kinard-" Bucks heart flipped in his chest "-217 is inbound with fire suppression. Take appropriate cover, over."

"Copy that 217, over. Everybody under the trucks now!" Bobby commanded. Everybody scrambled underneath the engines as the force of the water falling on top made them shake.

Buck emerged from cover, immediately looking up, trying to spot Tommys plane. He caught the tail end of it and smiled to himself. This time, his mask covering it.

Everyone's radios crackled into life with the words no firefighter wants to hear.

"Mayday mayday! This is firefighter Kinard. We have lost all power. Plane is going down. I-" silence.

For a moment, Bucks' heart stopped. As did everything else around him. No sound, so movement, no nothing. He had only just found him. His life was only just complete. Not now. Please, god, not now.

"This is Captain Nash. Come in 217, over." Nothing. "Firefighter Kinard, come in, over." Silence again.

Somehow Buck found the strength to bring his brain back to life.

"Cap, we gotta get to him-them" He corrected. Bobby went to say something, but Buck didn't give him a chance. "It's Tommy he's.. he was 118, right? Doesn't that make him family?"

Bobby contemplated Bucks' words. Hen, in the end, convinced Cap with a look and a head tilt. She agreed with Buck.

"Hen, you take Buck and Eddie. Chim, you're here with me. Go!"

Buck got into the engine before anybody else. Adrenaline coursed through his body. He didn't know if he wanted to scream, cry, or vomit.

News came in over the radio that the plane had crashed 3 miles away in a field. As the engine turned and raced along side of the field, they got a look at the plane.

It was still intact. As much as it could have been. One wing has broken off and there were holes and scrapes along its sides but no fire. Thank god. Hen radioed for an ambulance as Buck and Eddie ran over to the plane. Its nose was tilted up.

"I can't see inside!" Buck cried out. He tried opening the door but couldn't. It was jammed.

"I'll get the saw, hold on!" Eddie told him, running back to the engine. Buck tried grabbing and pulling and kicking the door to try and open it. A twinge reverberated through his ankle on that last kick, but he didn't notice; too desperate to get inside.

Then he remembered something Tommy had told him once about an emergency hatch underneath. He crawled underneath the belly of the plane and spotted it towards the front end. Thankfully, it didn't take a lot of force to push it up, and quickly, he was hoisting himself inside. He immediately headed for the cockpit.

"Tommy!" He yelled out, voice cracking.

"Evan?" Came the muffled reply. Buck pulled the cockpit door open and saw Tommy still his seat.

"Tommy!" He cried out again, kneeling next to him, eyes scanning the damage. Blood was dripping from a small wound on his forehead. His right hand was holding his stomach as his left held his right shoulder. "Oh my god, are you okay?" His hands hovered over Tommys body continually moving, not knowing where to place them for fear of causing him pain. Tommy shifted, trying to look at Buck and winced.

"Argh! Yeah.. Pretty sure I've.. broken some ribs and.. definitely dislocated my sh-shoulder." Bucks' heart broke a little at the sight as he inspected Tommy's head wound.

"I'm fine, Evan. You need to look at him." He winced again as he gestured behind Buck. Buck turned and suddenly noticed the co-pilot unconscious in the other seat. He'd been so focused on Tommy that he hadn't noticed someone else was there.

"I.. I checked his pulse.. a little up there, but.. but not too much. Breathing is.. is steady, and.."

"I got him, I got him." Buck interrupted over the sounds of Eddie pushing a saw blade through the door. He made quick work of it and was quickly appearing in the cock pit.

"Tommy, man, you alright?"

"I'll live," He replied, hissing in pain. 15 minutes later, the co-pilot was backboarded out of the plane, and Tommy was arguing with Buck about needing his own backboard.

"Tommy you don't know what other injuries you might have! You know the protocol." Buck argued

"You mean the protocol you ignored by leaving a fire to come here?"

"That.. that's different. I-I thought you were.." He couldn't finish sentence. Tears pricked at his eyes and he looked down trying to hide.

Three months. That's how long he had known Tommy, and in that short space of time, he had rooted himself into Bucks heart.

Tommy let go of his ribs for a second, bringing his left hand to Bucks face. He looked up to see Tommy trying to force a smile through his pain.

"I'm really okay." He said softly. "I won't be doing anything strenuous for a while, but I'm okay." A thumb brushed away a tear that had fallen down Bucks cheek.

"You ready, Tommy?" Hen called as she approached the cockpit. Buck sniffed and coughed away his emotions.

"Y-yeah he's good to go." He saw the backboard in Hens' hands. "He won't need that." Hen opened her mouth, but Buck stopped her. "Trust me, I've tried."

***

Tommy had correctly diagnosed himself with 2 broken ribs and a shoulder dislocation. An arm in a sling and a few stitches to his head, he laid on the hospital bed sleeping. Buck was sat, chair pulled as close to the bed as possible (he absolutely would have been in the bed with his arms wrapped around him if he could have), stroking small circles into Tommy's hand with his thumb. His hand lightly gripped Bucks, letting him know he was awake.

"Hey." He smiled

"Hey you." Buck tried smiling back but his face couldn't help morph back into something else. "How you feeling?"

"Like I was in a plane crash." He deadpanned. Buck laughed.

"Any idea when they're going to spring you from this joint?"

"They want to observe me over night, and if a is well tomorrow morning."

"Good. Good." Bucks brows furrowed.

"Whats wrong?"

"N-nothing." Even he would admit he sucked at lying.

"Evan." Tommy argued. Buck let out a breath of air.

"I-i just.. I finally understand what my exes were all talking about. When I heard your mayday call I.. I.. " Tommy squeezed his hand.

"Evan, I'm really okay. It's more than okay right now, but that might be the morphine." He added in an attempt to lighten the mood. Buck allowed himself to laugh. But then Tommy face slowly changed to a more serious one.

"Evan.. I am okay yes, but.. with what we both do.. you know there are going to be more moments like this, right? Where either of us could get hurt? If.. if being with me is too going to be too much.."

Buck immediately stopped him.

"No. No, it's not too much. Being with you is never too much. I know that when this started, I wasn't sure about myself and what I wanted, but I am sure about this. About you - I'm not going anywhere." He stood up and placed a gentle kiss onto Tommy's lips.

The nurse insisted he leave a few minutes later to give Tommy a chance to rest. He would be dichaged tomorrow morning, and Buck would pick him up. He'd forgotten his Jeep was in the shop, but he didn't care - he'd find a way. Reluctantly leaving Tommy, he made his way towards the hospital exit only to find Bobby, Chimney, Hen, Eddie, and Ravi in the waiting area.

"W-what are you guys still doing here?"

"We wanted to see if your boyfriend was okay." Chimney replied

"Yeah he's- what?"

Boyfriend. Chimney said boyfriend.

"You didn't think we knew?" Hen teased. All of them stood with smirks on their faces.

"H-how? When?"

"I knew pretty much from the beginning." Hen told him.

"Gaydar." He nodded.

"No!" She lightly slapped his arm. "It was the incessant questions about how i knew I was into women and what it was like for me coming out. And when your eyes starting lighting up when Tommy's name was mentioned in conversation, I knew that he was the reason."

"I saw him driving out of your parking lot when I came to pick you up a few days ago. Why else would he be leaving your place at 6am?" Eddie raising an eyebrow with a smirk.

"Your sister and I realised when you wouldn't shut up about him." Chimney explained.

"What about you, Bobby?" Buck asked.

"The look in your eyes when his radio call came in. I never would have let you guys go to help otherwise." Buck gave a half embarrassed smile. His eyes moved to Ravi.

"Oh I had no idea until now."

"I-im sorry I didn't tell you guys. I just.. its all so new and.."

"Are you happy?" Bobby asked. Buck sighed and smiled.

"Yeah. Yeah I am."

"Then that's all that matters, kid." Bobby gave him a fatherly hand on the shoulder, and Buck immediately felt all his fear and apprehension melt away.

He was happy. Finally.

#buck x tommy #bucktommy #tommy kinard #evan buckley #evan buck buckely #911 #911 abc #bucktommy fic #tevan #tevan fic #911 prompt #kinley #kinkley

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deus-lapidis · 2 years

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How they sleep

Characters: Diluc, Kaeya, Childe, Zhongli x gn!reader

Genre: fluff

A/N: old but gold, one of my favourites

This is a repost! Here’s a short explanation why

Masterlist

Diluc

Pre-relationship:

He slept curled into himself as if to shield himself in his sleep. Usually on his right side, sometimes on the left side, depending on the soreness of his body.

Very rarely sleeps on his stomach or back, though stomach appears more often. Gets uncomfortable if it's too hot, so he sleeps with the blanket halfway draped over him.

Either way he has really bad sleeping habits for a person that works so much in the winery and as batman for patrolling.

Didn't really sleep in because he never had any reason to do so? He just got up to work and go about his day.

In a relationship:

Almost always the big spoon, doesn't matter if you're taller or shorter than him. Snakes one arm around you, intertwining your hand with his, his head resting on top of yours. He likes holding you and just relishing in your warmth, determined to protect the light of his life.

Usually comes home quite late, so he's careful to not wake you up when laying down. Every night he plays the risky game of pulling you into his arms, but even when you do wake up, warmth spreads out in his chest when you just tiredly snuggle into him.

When you're absent:

Halfheartedly climbs into bed, tossing and turning a lot. The usual peace you bring him gone and leaving him worry about your well-being. Who knew that he could only barely go without your presence once he got a taste of it?

But the yearning made it all the better when you returned from your trip, smiling at him, while you two lie there in proximity and fall asleep in contentment.

Kaeya

Pre-relationship:

On the side, right side to be precise. That's where his eyepatch is. Regardless of whether people would think it was an injury, fashion statement or a mysterious aspect of him, he somehow developed the habit of covering it when he sleeps.

Tucks his arm under his pillow and would flip his pillow to the cool side. Sometimes even clutches the blanket to his chest.

His sleeping habits aren't great, but they're not too bad either. A little inconsistent though. On some occasions he'll stay up until 3am, on others he's out at 11pm.

Does sleep in, it's a form of relaxation for him, maybe even revisiting a nice dream while the rest of Mondstadt slowly awakes.

In a relationship:

Definitely asks for cuddles and for you to come to bed with him, he holds it very dear. He wants to make sure that he's able to go to bed with you at all times and tells you beforehand if he won't make it home early enough.

He likes feeling your warmth, so usually your head on his arm or where it connects to his shoulder and your arm draped over his midsection.

When you're absent:

Adorably upset. Of course he can sleep without you, but having you there just simply enhances the quality of sleep (sources: trust me, bro). Has faith in you returning safely, but thinks a lot about you. Maybe even fiddles with something you once gifted him and pressing it to his chest while falling asleep.

Drags you off to nap in his office when you return. It's either you on his chest or him on top of you, burying his face into your neck to sleep.

Childe:

Pre-relationship:

I can see him sleeping on his stomach, knocked out, snoring softly with his cheek squished against the back of his hand.

Likes to burrito himself sometimes, cause it makes him feel like it's a warm embrace. Yes, Shnezhnaya did have heat sources and ovens, but he rolled himself into the blanket when he was little and never dropped the habit. (i could make this angsty but i won't)

Bad sleeping habits. *sprays water in face*

Busy harbinger go brrr and has totally tended his own wounds before just passing out on his bed on several occasions. (“What’s your night routine?” “Do you mean what style of wound stitching I do…?”)

Likes sleeping in but rarely does it, since he's always kinda busy.

In a relationship:

Whines for you to snuggle with him when he's in bed and you don't come in a span of 15 minutes. Very persistent. Will not stop until you come and give him affection. He's touch starved and shameless about it.

Usually pulls you on top of him. He's a big boy, so he just likes it when you're snugly pressed against him and he thinks you look cute whenever you look up to him. Gives you a small kiss before sleeping, always.

When you're absent:

Functions, but is grumpy about it. Would rather be sleeping with you. Who is he going to kiss goodnight now? His pillow?

Makes a mental note to tell you, that he doesn't want you to take long missions for a bit after this. He wants to have his angel safe and sound with him, sleeping in his arms.

When you do return he needs a refill of physical affection first (an Ajax would usually take about 2 hours worth of cuddles until fully charged) and definitely whispers to you, that he was terribly lonely. This time he gets a goodnight kiss from you :)

Zhongli:

Pre-relationship:

Slept on his back, pretty still actually. Sometimes he does turn a little, resulting in his hair fuzzing up a bit. Drapes the blanket over his body, arms securing it and that's literally it. Classic old man behaviour, right there. Has a little trouble falling asleep sometimes though, so he does sometimes shift to his side, just to flop back into his previous position.

Decent sleeping habits. But has restless nights where his memories haunt him. Sometimes he wanders around in his house or goes on a nightly walk if he's unable to sleep.

Doesn't really sleep in, because he likes to brew some tea early in the morning and enjoys hearing the world wake up.

In a relationship:

He's secretly a little clingy (just a little) and is always happy to pull you into his embrace. He likes looking at your peaceful expression, so he prefers facing each other with your arm draped over him, hand on his back.

Will run his thumb over your ribcage and rest his forehead on yours.

When you're absent:

I think he does the best out of all of them, because he does miss you, but it doesn't take him over.

Secretly hopes that you won't be leaving for another time and just stay in his arms, stay with him. Does get a little worried when he reminisces memories of cold, cruel people. May they be from the current time or his previous life as Morax. Usually tries to calm himself by filling his mind with nice memories of you and him together.

When you return he's overjoyed to see you're safe and back by his side. Laying there, face to face with the person he loves, he strokes your cheeks gently, pressing a kiss to your forehead before slipping off into peaceful slumber.

#diluc fluff #zhongli fluff #kaeya fluff #childe fluff #childe x reader #zhongli x reader #kaeya x reader #diluc x reader #genshin fluff #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #illunis’ scribbles

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erwinsmithsmissingleftarm · 3 months

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SMUT ALPHABET (UPDATED!)

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Jean will be very needy and clingy after sex, hugging and kissing you. He will be super gentle with you, bringing you to the bathroom to clean you two up before laying you back on the bed. Covering your bodies with the warm blanket, he would hide his nose in your neck. He will be careful like if you are made of glass because you mean the world to him.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His favorite body part is your hips because he is always griping them. Whenever he hugs you, he will hold you by the waist tightly. Also work for when he fucks you, gripping your hips while thrusting into you.

If you ask him what is the thing he prefers about his body he will probably answer his arms. He's proud of his big strong arms, strong enough to make you feel protected when he hugs you and to hold you still while he's fucking you. Probably the type of brag out by flexing his biceps and asking you to touch them just to show you how hard his muscles are (same thing for cock...)

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He doesn't spurt too much cum but it is pretty thick. He tries the more often to avoid the condom so he can turn your insides into a creampie. Plus, he likes to watch his cum leaking out of your pussy after fucking you right. The view makes him so proud

Jean love seeing you shallow his cum until the last drop when he comes in your mouth. Anything to do with you swallowing his cum drives him crazy actually. If you want even more effect, kiss him after the blowjob to allow your boyfriend to taste himself on your tongue.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Jean sometimes likes to record your sex sessions. He will really focus on recording your voice as you moan and whimper his name while he fucks the slut out of you and not really the love-making itself. He would keep it all for himself of course as he hates to share you with anybody else. I feel like he would listen to it at night when he is far away from you and that he is horny thinking about you. The record would just help his imagination to work better.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Jean isn't very experience but due to his arrogant nature he will make you believe that he is. Actually, he's pretty nervous because it is his first time but the fear of you mocking him makes him act like if he was actually experienced in this kind of stuff. He is still learning new things at the same time as you but don't worry, this boy is a fast learner.

He would want to do everything himself and just let you rest against the mountain of pillows under your head as he gives you the pleasure of your life. Will get actually whiny if you tries to help him, muttering something about how he can do it himself and how he wants to give you the best sex you ever had.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Jean is the type of guy who likes to see your face while he fucks you. Your drooling mouth, closed eyes, the way you throw your head back... it makes him proud and show him that you truly enjoy what he is doing to you. He wants to see your emotions as he switches pace. When you open your mouth to let out a silent scream and your rolling eyes give him the adrenaline he needs to go even harder

Also, like he prefers to have the control over you and over the thrusts. He will probably take a position where he's doing the most of the job so that's exclude the cowgirl and reverse cowgirl. His favorite one would be the wrapped dancer (sounds funny) where he is standing, pushing you against a wall with your arms and legs wrapped around his back while his cock is buried deep inside you.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Jean won't very goofy during you love-making session, maybe letting out one or two jokes or humorous remarks but he won't be in the excess. He cherishes these moments a lot so he will not ruin them by lacking seriousness in the act. He will try humour to make you forget the pain during your first time with him when you aren't used to a dick as big as his.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

At first, he is very insecure about his hair. Jean will take care of his intimate part almost daily when he first started to have sexual relations with you. The hair on his groin will be very short during that period. However, the longer you are together, the more he gets comfortable about pubic hair and doesn't really mind them anymore. He will shave them times to times when he really needs it. He even gets a happy trail starting from his navel right to his cock with dark brown puebes.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Jean is a very romantical guy in daily life and in sex even more. He absolutely refuses to say 'fuck' because he prefers the term 'love-making'. You will never hear him talk about sex like something you can do without having feelings for the other person.

He is so romantic that he would be the type to put rose petals on the bed during your first time. Very cliché but he thinks it's making it even more special. The foreplay can last very long with him because he wants to kiss every part of your body.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

When he jacks off himself, he will sniff one of your clothes, a shirt with your perfume on it, a skirt you wear often or... panties. Basically, anything with your scent on it, because it reminds you of him and make him even more hard during masturbation. He will not even be ashamed of searching in the laundry basket to find the underwear you had yesterday.

As he smells your clothes, his hand goes immediately faster. His mind is filled with images of you, his cock leaking precum like crazy. When he gets to his orgasm, his cum spurts everywhere and in your cloth. Guess who will make the laundry without you asking for it?

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

His first kink is the size kink. He absolutely loves the idea of your smaller body squirming under his, his big arms keeping you pinned down on the mattress as he's pounding inside you or you small hand grabbing his as you try to hold in your sounds. Plus, he likes the way his big thick shaft is stretching you out so he surely has a size kink.

His second kink would be the breeding kink. Man is dreaming about building a family with you so whenever he can, he will cum right inside you, gladly transforming your insides into a creampie if you ask him. Jean will also talk dirty to you with sentences like: "I can't wait to make you pregnant with my child" or "taking my cum so well inside you sweetheart."

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Jean is a very jealous person by nature so he will make sure you are his and only his. That means that he won't do it somewhere other people could see or hear you two making love. His favorite place would be your bedroom, the kitchen table, the couch or even just a calm place where he can be sure that you won't be bothered.

Also the shower can be an interesting place. You will usually make the second round there is you are in the mood. It's useful because you can immediately get clean. You will stay under the water for so much time that the only thing that can make you leave is the cold water that starts to run down on your bodies.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

He likes when you act bossy around him. Seeing you trying to get the control over him is such a turn on that he will gratefully let you do anything to him before suddenly switching position and dominating you. Yes, he's attracted to you dominant but will he let you be the dom? Not a chance sweetheart.

Another turn on I think Jean would have it's you wearing his clothes. Nothing's better than coming back home and seeing your small body covered with his shirt. It will surely make him hard. It's probably associated to the size kink he has.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He will never do something that could injure you like choking you on purpose, knife play or very intense bondage. Will also not have sex outside because he doesn't like to be interrupted or seen by other people in a such intimate moment.

Jean isn't into degradation so if you ask him to call you a slut or slap you across the face while having sex, his answer will be negative. He doesn't like to hurt you and be disrespectful. For him, love-making is an intimate moment where you show your deepest love for the other person. How slapping and insults are supposed to prove you his love?

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He's fine with both receiving and giving oral.

Jean likes to devour your kitty like a hungry man who hasn't eat since many days, the sounds you are making turning him on like nothing else in the world. His first time doing this will be a little bit messy but isn't hot? The next times will already be 10 times better, this buddy is learning quick.

As for receiving oral, his loves to see your watery eyes as you're trying to fit his whole shaft inside your mouth, choking slightly on it. He can't help but tug on your hair as he approaches his climax and cumming inside your pretty hungry mouth.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Jean got two moods.

Sometimes he will be fast and rough when it is fuck to fuck. During those times, no mercy for you, he will be just there to satisfy his needs (and yours at the same time) (that's includes jealous sex). He will tell you very dirty things while fucking the shit out of you.

On the contrary, when this man feels more romantic, he will be slow and sensual, taking his time to make you feel in heavens. He will fuck you slowing, whispering sweet praises into your ear, thrusting his hips into you while leaving kisses on your neck and chest.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He's not against quickies and appreciate them time to times. But he still prefers when he has all the time in the world to make love to you. He doesn't like to be pressed to finish. Also the opportunity to have quickies is very rare because most of the time you have sex in your house. Office sex or car sex is extremely rare for your couple.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

As said before, Jean likes to keep you for himself so there is no way he will do it outside or somewhere other people could see you. He's open to try other things like role-play or slight bondage but nothing too much or that could potentially hurt you. Basically, open to new experiences as long as they are safe.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

I'm pretty sure Jean has a lot of stamina so on average, he usually goes for 1 to 3 rounds. Of course, it depends on his mood. If it's been a long time since you two were intimate, you can be ready for more than 3 rounds. He can last 5-10 minutes per rounds before cumming. But he will also make sure it is okay with you so if you want to go just for 1 round, it will be 1 round.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Jean doesn't own toys excluding a pair of handcuffs because he prefers vanilla sex. Of course, he will use it on his partner which means you. He uses it from time to times when you are in a spicier mood so maybe once per month?

He doesn't use sextoys in himself because fake pussies aren't as good as your. But if he actually catches you fucking yourself with a dildo, Jean will get a tad jealous (yes, jealous of a sextoy but it is Jean). He will grabs it with a fake sad look.

"Is this plastic thing really that pleasurable? What about I show you what that cock can do?"

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

This man likes to tease you pretty much, the foreplay can be quite long with him. He wants to be sure that you want him, teasing you until you literally beg him to fuck you. Also, he likes if you tease him back. Jean is really into playful and lighthearted relationships and sex. Your boyfriend teasing is very gentle and loving, his hand caressing your inner thigh, almost brushing your dripping cunt.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

I don't see Jean as someone very loud during sex but he won't be silent either. Maybe something just in between. If we exclude the dirty talk and the praises, he will let out grunts or low whimpers time to times. When he will close to the climax he will be clearly louder, repeating "I'm close, I'm close" before letting out a gasp as he reaches the point of ecstasy.

But Jean would actually love to have a noisy partner. For him, hearing your moans getting louder and louder as you get closer to your climax is probably the best thing in the world.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Jean moves a LOT during his sleep. If you heard that Bertholdt has strange sleep positions, wait for Jean. You can fall asleep hugging each other and then waking up in the morning with his feet infront of your face (which is not the nicest view either). One time he moved so much that you literally fell down of the bed. The nights with Jean aren't just chaotic in one way. The worst is that he doesn't even remember anything of it!

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Jean has a pretty good tool under those boxers. Slightly bigger and longer than the average but nothing too much. His cock is light pink with a slight darker tip. It has a slight upward curve, no piercings. His dick has almost a big vein on it that appears when he is rock-hard.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Jean has a medium to high sex drive. About 2 to 3 times a week is pretty good for him but sometimes it can be less or more. He is pretty good for handling himself and can easily survive without sex a couple of weeks without being sexually frustrated. Your boyfriend isn't too pushy either. If you are not in the mood, he immediately knows it and will propose to cuddle up with you instead.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Even if Jean is a selfish bitch, he will make sure you're safe and sound before falling asleep. He will probably wait for you to fall asleep before him so he can be sure that you are okay and don't need anything. It will take some time for him to finally fall asleep, appreciating the few minutes of just hugging you in bed, your two bodies pressed together in a peaceful and warm embrace. Also, he will big spoon you <3

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sports-on-sundays · 9 months

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take care of me / Pablo Gavi

Summary: Pablo Gavi x fem!reader - Y/n isn't feeling too great, but of course her boyfriend is there to fix that. I'd probably call this a comfort fic.

Warnings: sickness, exhaustion, GIF is not mine, crying, fever delusion

Author's Note: If you enjoy this, I also have written a little Charles Leclerc fic, and feel free to request any other football or F1 imagines on your mind! (Check out my account please I'm so nice)

Also I have no idea why two of my works already have 'vomiting' in the warnings(?) But ok.

Requested?: No.

Sometimes, you just have to cry.

You kick off your shoes, and flop onto the couch, burying your head in a pillow, staring forward into the back of the couch, facing away from the door and where you came from. Facing away from where Gavi will enter the room, when he comes home.

You feel a flood of nausea hit you, and you rub your forehead. Waves of warmth, and you get the first shiver.

Oh God, no. No, no, no, no, no. No.....

You breathe deeply, crying to calm yourself, but your feel panic set in.

If you're sick, it means you can't go to school. Which means you'll have even more work to catch up on. Which means more stress. More stress than what's already weighing on you. Which means...

Who knows what it means... It certainly can't mean anything good, though, of course.

It could mean failing classes. It could mean having to retake them, even though you don't have much money for that. And you know failing a class would feel like such a failure...

And the fact that you don't have any idea of what getting sick could lead to makes you even more stressed and nervous. You feel yourself getting more and more anxious as your body shakes and waves of heat continue to hit you, more and more, the more anxious you become. You realise that you're still wearing your professional school clothes. You unbutton the first few buttons of your white button down. These clothes are very uncomfortable, so you stand to go to change, but immediately, you legs wobble, and dizziness hits you, causing you to wobble and stumble back down onto the couch, as if some invisible force just pushed you over. You start to take off your blue skirt, and slip it off, and finish unbuttoning your shirt, taking that off too, so you're wearing the thin leggings you were wearing under your skirt and the white tank top you were wearing under your shirt. You lay back on the couch, breathing deeply, just convincing yourself that in order to put on proper clothes and to get a cold rag for your warm forehead, you have to calm down first, and then you'll be able to stand and walk enough to do that.

But how are you supposed to calm down?

Suddenly, you hear the lock of the front door click, and you know your boyfriend is coming home. You don't know if this makes you more nervous, or relieved. Nervous because you hate to worry him, and it would be terrible if he got sick, and relieved because you know he'll help you and take care of you. And show you love.

You watch as he steps inside, closes the door behind himself, and then stops in his tracks, gazing at you with wide eyes.

"Y/n! Are you okay?" he exclaims, dropping his bags before he rushes over to your side. "You look like a vampire!"

"A vampire?" you ask in confusion.

But he ignores you, pressing the back of his hand to your forehead. His eyes widen. "Lemme get a thermometer. You're... Have you been feeling sick all day?"

"Maybe... I think I was trying to ignore it, but yeah, I guess I haven't felt too great."

"Okay. Well just... Just lay down and relax now. Get comfy. I see you're getting shivers." He grabs a blanket and drapes it over you. "There. I'll get a cold cloth and fans for your face. Then check your temperature." And just like that, he's off and out of the room. Soon enough, though, he returns, and does just what he says he will. "39.7 degrees Celsius..." he says in concern. "If we can't bring this down soon, I am going to have to call the hospital."

"I hope it gets better..." you mutter softly.

"Me too, honey," he says, taking your hand in his. "Do you know how this happened? I mean, you're really sick..."

"I've just been..." You sniff. "I've been really stressed lately. I feel like my body has just been going down, down, into the ground, and maybe it's finally all..." You feel a lump in your throat start to form. "Maybe it's all finally come to crash down on me. Maybe my body really couldn't handle it anymore."

"Y/n..." he breathes, staring at you, those big brown eyes full of concern. "Why didn't... Why didn't you tell anybody?"

You shake your head. "I knew what people would say, and neither of the possible responses are things I want to hear. They'd either say it's not so hard and ignore it, or overreact and tell me to stop everything I'm doing. I don't want to stop at school. I want to get this degree. It's just really hard, and draining me of all my mental energy."

"What if you're trying too hard, though, Y/n? What if you just gave yourself a break, just a little? I know you're a hard worker, and that's good, but what if you don't have to be working this hard? What if you don't need perfection? I know you want to be perfect, Y/n, but if striving for that is going to be too much for you, what if you just learned to be happy with a passing grade, instead of a perfect grade?"

You swallow at this suggestion. "I don't know if I can do that..."

"Why can't you?" He gently rubs your hand.

"I don't know..." you sigh.

"Well, every night, you're studying so hard. You ace all your exams, tests, quizzes. Do you need to? I can help you, honey. Every night, after you've been studying too long, you know what I'll do?"

"Hm?" you grunt.

"I'll say, 'Come on, Y/n. It's time for you to stop working and start cuddling me.'"

You roll your eyes, but can't help but weakly smile at this. You continue holding hands, before after a few minutes of silence you whispering, "Pablo, I love you."

He smiles back, his brown eyes warm. "I love you too."

Suddenly, you feel an uncomfortable wave of nausea, and cover your mouth, sitting up, throwing the blanket off. Pablo seems to understand right away, and puts his arm around your back, keeping you steady as you rush to the bathroom. You lean over the toilet, and the tears come first as you anticipate the terribly feeling of vomiting. Your boyfriend holds your hair back, rubbing your back, as your lunch comes up and tears fall.

After a while, he whispers, "Do you think that's it?"

"Yeah..." you sigh, the tears starting to dry on your cheek, making them feel stiff.

"I'll get you some water," he says gently, standing up. Soon, Pablo returns with a cup of water. You use it to wash out your mouth, and he uses a damp towel to wipe your cheeks off. As he does this, he says, "I wonder if it's food poisoning or something..."

"Why would it be? I haven't eaten anything new. Or anything expired."

"You never know what could get in your food and make you sick."

"I guess..." you sigh.

"I mean, you could've just caught a virus from someone in your classes or something. That's completely possible."

"Pablo, I don't want you to catch whatever I have. That'd be terrible for you... You'd have to miss practices or games."

He shakes his head, and answers very short and simply, sounding completely sincere, "It's okay." He even shrugs a little.

"Why don't you care more about that?" you question.

"I care about you more than that. I don't know what you would have done if I hadn't come home. Maybe lay on the couch and cry. And let yourself be buried in despair, stress, and anxiety. Everyone needs reassurance sometimes, and I'm glad to be your reassurance. Just as long as you make sure to be my reassurance when I need it, too," he finishes with a little teasing smile.

"Don't worry, darling. I will. Providing that I'm not this sick..."

"Of course," he smiles, holding your hand and helping you back to the couch.

"I'm so warm..."

"Just relax. I won't leave your side."

So you do, laying down on the couch, putting the fans on full blast and cuddling up under the blanket. Pablo checks your temperature again, and reports the fever has gone down a tiny bit. You're less excited about it than Pablo, who speaks about how it will all be fine, your fever will go down and not up, and you'll feel better in no time. He says maybe whatever is making you sick partially exited your body when you threw up, and so now the fever is going down a little. You seriously doubt that for some reaosn, but decide to just trust him.

Soon enough, you're yawning, and soon find yourself drifting off to sleep.

But just when you're in that in between state, in the middle of awake and asleep, a sudden fear grips you.

You lay frozen, staring at the dark figure in the corner of the room. You can almost see it's dark hollow eyes staring into you. You feel your breathing pick up as the light in the room turns into moving, wavy, strange blends of colour. You feel your body shake as the figure starts to-

"Y/n! Hey, Y/n! Y/n!" You're shaken back to reality, and you grip your boyfriend's arm, gasping, looking into his eyes for comfort.

"What's happening?" you breathe.

"Nothing. You were probably just having a fever dream. You're okay."

"O- Oh..." you exhale shakily. "Okay."

Suddenly, you're wrapped in the loving warmth of your boyfriend as he leans down, hugging you gently. You absorb the comfort of the embrace, suddenly feeling extremely thankful for him. He kisses your warm, pink, feverish cheek, saying, "I'm here no matter what. Do you want snuggles? Would that make you rest better?"

You swallow nervously. "I don't want you to get sick..."

"Remember what I said? You come first. Would it make you feel better?" He's whispering, which calms your nerves further. You lean away from him and cough a few times, shaking your head.

Well, if he gets sick, you guess you'll be taking care of him then.

"Yeah... I guess it would make me feel better. But don't feel pressured-"

"I was the one who offered it!" he chuckles, and slowly settles in next to you, his chest soon against back. You can feel his steady breathing, which brings more calm flooding over yourself.

If he can be so relaxed, so can you.

He wraps his arms around you from behind, his head resting near yours. As you drift off again, it's much sweeter, and outlined with the soft, sweet whispering of your boyfriend. The last thing you're aware of before drifting off is his comforting voice muttering to you, "Y/n, I love you."

"I love you too," you mutter back, hardly aware of it, as your body settles down into a full, comforting, much-needed slumber.

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viviennevermillion · 1 year

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Soft Pantalone Headcanons

notes: a collaborative post with @kunislover that we accidentally wrote together in our tumblr dm's while brainrotting over this man because he has taken over all of our braincells. so we might as well post this.

contains: pantalone x gn!reader

warnings: none

He has come so far from his early days of being poor and destitute. He absolutely adores when you appreciate him for his hard work and success. Just snuggle up to him and tell him how proud you are of him and of the man he's become. Especially you, who knows the secrets of his past and where he came from. It means so much more to him when the admiration comes from you.

He blushes so easily 🥹🥺❤️

Especially in the first couple of months of the relationship, he'd be so easily flustered when he's shown affection. He hasn't received affectionate touch in a long time and he needs some time to adjust to it.

His lips would taste like vanilla. He has the most expensive lip balms. Once he starts going on dates with you he puts them on specifically in case he gets to kiss you. His lips are so soft and it makes you swoon to kiss him.

He also has perfumes that are more expensive than most people's entire wardrobe. He smells so good though, it just makes you want to bury your face in his neck as he chuckles about how cute you are.

Call him cute right back! He'd pull you close and presses a kiss to your forehead, feeling smitten by your words.

When you two are close, sitting idly on the couch or laying in bed, he likes to randomly nudge his nose against yours throughout the day.

He also nuzzles your cheek quite often. He's so affectionate and you love that about him.

He'd be a little spoon. He loves to be held by you. It doesn't matter if he's stronger than you or not, he still feels so safe and comfortable in your arms.

Pantalone would adore if you kiss away the tension in his shoulders because he spends so much time of the day in his office crunching numbers. He has almost unlimited money at his disposal and he can get you any gift you want but you can spoil him with your affection. You give him a kiss on the temple (or several), brushing his hair to the side and smiling at him with so much love in your eyes and Pantalone feels like he hit the jackpot more than he ever did with his money.

He falls asleep when you give him back massages and he looks so cute while he's dreaming about you! He sleep-talks and sometimes you can hear him mumble "I love you" when you kiss his forehead at night.

When he's sleep-deprived and before going to bed he tends to become pretty verbally affectionate but also loves receiving words of affirmation back. Tell him how proud you are of him, how hard of a worker he is, how sweet and gentle he is with you and only you and all the while he has no choice but to soak up your affections. "You're exaggerating, love", he'd chuckle, trying to hide his blushing face in your neck and simultaneously pressing several kisses to your skin. "I'm not", you protest and pull him close, kissing his lips passionately.

He absolutely loves when you play with his hair. He just rests his head on your lap and leans his cheek against your stomach while you play with his hair and he mumbles how much he loves you.

You always make sure to take his glasses off if he accidentally falls asleep while he still has them on. You want him to have a comfortable rest after all.

Before the two of you got together there was a moment when you visited his office to bring him a couple of documents and found him having fallen asleep at his desk after overworking himself again. So you pull out a blanket and a pillow from the cupboard and gently place the pillow under his head, remove his glasses and wrap the blanket around his shoulders. Pantalone wakes up from this but you don't notice. His heart is beating so fast at the realization that you care this much about him. That your first thought upon seeing him in this vulnerable state was not to assassinate him or rob him but to provide him with warmth and comfort.

Especially in the beginning of the relationship he thinks giving you gifts is the way to go and it's the ultimate expression of love from him; you were always on his mind after all. But you'd slowly start introducing him to the idea that you also wanted his touch, his time; anything from him directly because you cherished HIM, not what he could get you with his mora.

And he'd be so smitten for that

He'd blush so hard during your first kiss. His voice would be shaky and he's trying not to tear up because he's a little overwhelmed but so touch-starved. You're the only one who gets to see this side of him but he can be so emotional and expressive.

Never be mad at him if he wakes you up at night. Sometimes it's because he craves affection and sometimes it's accidental as he tries to give you his. He'd just press sweet kisses to your neck from behind and run his fingers up and down your arm. You'd roll over to face him, overcome with affection for your man, so you just have to give him a sweet kiss. He's getting all flustered when he realizes you've caught him.

When you accidentally fall asleep on his shoulder, he'd be a little surprised at first, but his eyes would soften at the fact that you felt safe and loved enough to fall asleep on him. He'd definitely give you a few soft kisses, maybe even moving your head to rest in his lap because it's more comfortable. He'd throw his big harbinger coat over you to keep you warm.

You'd wake up to a sleeping Pantalone. He just felt so content seeing you this way, it made his heart so full and lulled him to sleep as well. There's no safer place in Teyvat than on his lap, encased in his loving embrace and dozing the afternoon away.

Please spoil him with love and affection, he deserves it!

#genshin impact #pantalone x reader #pantalone headcanons #pantalone x you #pantalone #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader

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stellar-silva · 1 year

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Xiao bird hcs!

Xiao is a vermillion bird in his true form so he probably does a lot of bird stuff.

He would bring shiny little trinkets back home. Most of the stuff are crystals chunks which he picked up while doing his duty.

Would brush your hair as an act of love and care. (Preening)

He would love burying himself under bedsheets, which often result in making the bed a mess, and you always have to take minutes to tidy it up in the morning.

Would try to make a nest out of blankets and pillows.

Loves snuggles and cuddles.

He likes nuzzling into your neck.

NSFW UNDER THE CUT

When he's horny

Doesn't really initiate it, but when he does it usually happens by touching your thighs, holding your hips from the back, or kissing you as his hands are all over your body.

Grinds himself onto you because he can't help it.

Peppers with you kisses on your neck and shoulders.

Has a breeding kink.

Doesn't particularly like getting head because he's a bit scared of getting himself scraped by your teeth. (Why doesn't anyone talk about the scraping in bjs?)

Loves it when you lick and kiss his dick, and also jerking him off.

He's a switch, he's okay with being either dominant or submissive.

Top or bottom is also fine with him, he doesn't mind.

He loves it when you ride him, he would grip on the sides of your hips and put his face on the crook of your neck.

Sometimes his bird features show up when he's close, and his tattoo glows as well. Most of the time you see feathers come out, but not anything else.

He's wild whenever it's the mating season.

Would go fast, hard and deep.

Speech is incoherent during the act, you can barely tell what he's saying.

-----------------the end i guess---------------

#genshin xiao #xiao fluff #xiao smut #genshin impact #xiao hcs #headcanon

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ghoulish-fiction · 3 months

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I rise from the dead to give you a short and sweet Rain/Dewdrop drabble about cuddling, flirting, supporting your boyfriend's mental health, and defending his honor by maybe biting people. Read it all under the cut. 🖤

“Hey, Rain Cloud.” Dewdrop said as he practically manifested next to the oversized living room chair Rain was curled up in. He reached out to fiddle with Rain's ear as he waited for Rain to finish the sentence he was on and close his book.

“Hey, Dewy.” Rain said as he finally looked up at Dew. It only took one glance to confirm what he had thought he heard in Dewdrop's tone, he wasn't having a good day.

Rain pulls back the blanket, an unspoken invitation for Dewdrop to join him. Dew is quick to cuddle up next to him, careful not to poke Rain with his horns as he buries his face in the crook of Rain's neck.

"A space heater was just what I needed," Rain said with a kiss to the top of Dewdrop's head as he smooths the blanket back over both of them. "What do you need?"

"I don't feel very real today. I miss home. I miss the water." Dewdrop explained how he felt, not feeling bold enough, an unusual state of mind for Dew, to actually say what he needs

"It's not the same as the waters back home,” Rain says gently, “but you know the Abby's lake is part of an underwater cave system right? It feels more like home down deep."

"Yeah I know, I just feel... out of place. I feel like the other water ghouls don't want me there because I'm a multi. A fire-water multi no less."

"There's nothing wrong with that. Did someone say something to you? I'll bite them. Make it look like a piranha attack." Rain said, only half joking.

Dew snorted out a laugh and snuggled in impossibly closer to Rain.

"Nah, that's alright. It's just the feeling I get."

Rain made a sound of acknowledgment and held Dewdrop a little tighter.

"You'll have to unpack that sometime with somebody more equipped to help. For now, want to do some grounding exercises with me to feel more real?”

Dewdrop nodded, and, with great emotional effort, sat up to face Rain.

"Okay," Rain starts, "What are five things you can see?"

Dew drew a deep breath and started listing things, "I can see your glass of water on the coaster, some of Cumulus's abandoned bobby pins next to that, the green throw pillow covers Mountain crocheted, the cover of your trashy novel-

"Hey!" Rain pouted.

Dewdrop chuckled and finished his list with, "And your cute pout."

Rain snorted and said, "Alright, alright, now take another deep breath and tell me four things you hear.”

Dewdrop was obedient, not something you see everyday, and closed his eyes while he breathed deeply, focusing on the feeling in his chest, and then on what he could hear.

Rain had to hold back a giggle that threatened to bubble up as he watched Dewdrop's long, pointed ears twitch this way and that as he listened. He thought it might just be one of the cutest things he's ever seen.

"I hear Aether tuning his acoustic in his room, the washing machine, Swiss humming, and you trying not to laugh."

Rain couldn't hold it anymore, "Ah, you caught me." He laughed.

A smile tugged at the corner of Dewdrop's lips. Rain laughing was one of his favorite sounds.

"Next, tell me three things you can touch and feel."

Dewdrop's hands began to wander. Rain caught himself blushing as he watched Dewdrop's fingers almost lovingly caress the blanket that covered them both.

"I can feel how fuzzy the blanket is," his hands moved towards Rain's chest, "the soft fabric of a favorite t shirt,"

Rain's blush grew darker as he smiled at Dew, even though his gaze was fixed to his own hands. Rain expected those hands to move to a final third thing, but they stayed in place and pressed firmly against him.

"And your heartbeat. It's always so strong and steady no matter what. It's comforting."

"I'm glad it makes you feel that way." Rain sait softly. He reached out to tuck a lock of Dewdrop’s long hair behind his ear. He softly traced Dewdrop's sharp jaw from ear to chin to lift his gaze from his hands to Rain's own face. They smiled at each other for a moment.

"Are you sure you needed grounding, or did you just want to flirt with me?" Rain teased.

"Why not both?" Dewdrop said with a wicked grin.

"Fair enough." Rain chuckled. "Two things you can smell?"

"That nasty ass weed that Mountain lit up in here last night. I don't know where he got such a disgusting strain, and I don't know if that will ever go away."

"I think you're supposed to list good smelling things."

"Hmm, well then that would be your shampoo." Dew said as he carded his fingers through Rain's curly locks.

"Heh, thanks." Rain said with a soft smile, "Feeling a bit more present?"

"You forgot one." Dew pouted while still running fingers through Rain's hair, claws gently scratching at his scalp, making Rain purr.

"Oh, well, yeah. I think the last one is always silly. It's not like you're eating while trying to ground yourself. Well... maybe sometimes."

"I could find something else to taste." Dewdrop said with a mischievous smile. With little warning he grabbed onto Rain's hair and pulled him in for a kiss. It didn't really surprise Rain. The kiss was innocent and sweet, but Rain deepened it as he pulled Dewdrop into his lap and held their bodies close together. Their tails tangled together as they sought as much contact as possible. Dew rocked his hips against Rain's as he got caught up in the moment, but he quickly reigned himself back in. He broke the kiss and pressed his forehead to Rain's.

"I taste mint. You brushed your teeth just before sitting down to read."

"And I'm glad I did. Didn't know I'd be leading a highly unprofessional counseling session."

"I won't report you to the board if you give me this session for free." Dewdrop said between the kisses he was peppering onto Rain's face.

"Ha! Deal." Rain agreed. "Now how do you feel?"

"Much better.” Dewdrop said sincerely, “Thank you Rainy."

"Anytime, dear."

#dew #dewdrop #dewdrop ghoul #rain #rain ghoul #nameless ghoul #ghoulish drabble #ghoulish fanfic #ghost #the band ghost #ghost fanfic #the band ghost fanfic #ghost fanfiction #the band ghost fanfiction

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gabessquishytum · 10 months

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(I have two (2) additions to the ask about omega Hob summoning an incubus to take his virginity, but I'm sending them separately so they don't get too long. Answer in whatever order suits you! 🦇)

So Dream is having the time of his life blowing Hob's mind (and his back out), and Hob is absolutely thriving too. So much so that he starts getting more... relaxed with him. Hob is naturally an affectionate person, and as they keep fucking he feels more attached and he starts cuddling up to Dream after they have sex, even after Dream's knot has gone down and he doesn't have to. And he starts indulging in some sweet pillow talk, just mundane things about his life and what he wants to do, and asking Dream about HIS life and HIS wants while he traces soft patterns on Dream's skin and rests his head over his heart and presses up against him as close as he possibly can.

Dream absolutely blue screens.

He's an INCUBUS. People don't care about his favorite animal or if he's been eating enough! They care that he performs well! That he makes them come so hard they see stars! He literally has no idea how to just. Just cuddle. And talk, and share things, and be with each other. He's so smooth and in charge during sex but Hob asks if he's warm enough under the blankets and Dream becomes a flustered, blushing mess.

Hob is a little caught off guard because he's so used to sexy confident Dream but he thinks it's the most adorable thing in the whole world and oh no are those feelings he's catching? 😳

(Dream is catching feelings too, it's just going to take some time to convince him that someone could actually want to be with a sex demon for something other than. You know. Sex.)

(Hob is more than up to the challenge.)

Once again - so sorry that this one got buried! It's so lovely to talk about incubus Dream and omega Hob again!

Hob deciding that he's gonna snuggle the sex demon is very lovely and adorable. Dream doesn't know what to do with himself! He knows that omegas are naturally affectionate and prone to caretaking behaviours, but Dream is totally mystified by how to respond. So... he lets Hob do what he wants to do. He doesn't have to heart to disappear into a puff of smoke, so he allows himself to be pulled in and cuddled.

Hob is very pleased with himself. As far as he's concerned, cuddling and snuggling and aftercare is just as important as the actual fucking, and he's pretty sure that Dream isn't getting enough cuddles in his life.

He's also getting a real taste for cozy sex with Dream. After a long hard day he just really likes sitting on Dream’s lap and cockwarming for him. He'll chatter on about what he's been up to while Dream sits there blushing and awkwardly cuddling Hob in his lap. Sometimes Hob likes to brush Dream's hair or give him a lil neck massage. Dream secretly thinks that Hob is the cutest person he's ever seen in his entire existence. He doesn't say much, but when he comes to visit he starts bringing little gifts for Hob, and he doesn't even question it anymore when he's pulled under the blankets for cuddle time.

Hob is absolutely in love, and that's plain for anyone to see. He doesn't talk about it but as far as he's concerned, Dream is his alpha. There's no one else for him, he's not interested in anyone else. If all he can get is sex and snuggles, then that's what he'll take - no complaints. But secretly he dreams of being Dream’s omega for real. Cooking for him, taking care of him, having his babies... its a wonderful dream. And as long as Dream keeps appearing in his bed, there's hope!

#🦇 anon #the sandman #dreamling #nsft #cw omegaverse

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f1-disaster-bi · 3 months

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i'd be interested in some lando leaning on martijn when the endless online hate gets too much. i know he jokes about it but i find it hard to believe it doesn't get to him at times as it really is relentless on all social media platforms and we know he sees it as he's sometimes interacted, and max f has hinted a few times that lando isn't as teflon to it all as he makes out.

Yes! Max has hinted at it, and even in some streams, you can nearly see Lando shrinking back when he realizes that someone has said something or he's already preparing for hate? And because Lando is already so harsh on himself, I really do think these things would get to him when he does see them.

I can definitely see Lando doing something like this:

Lando knows what they say about him. Sure, he deleted the apps where the hate was the worst, or turned off notifications. He stayed out of his DMs, never daring to open them because he knew what was waiting. He knew that whatever was written in there would have him backed into a corner, trying to find his breathing rhythm while his fingers went numb with the weight of it all. He knew the panic attacks and anxiety that would come with it, and Lando didn't want to deal with that again. Yet no matter how hard he tried to brush it off or turn it into a joke, it followed him. It didn't stay online. The hate followed wherever he went. From people hurling abuse from the crowds at the track, to people simply saying things straight to his face when he was in the freezer section of the grocery shop trying to find the frozen veggies he liked. It was never ending, and with the new season under way, it was only getting worse. It chipped away at him until he was left like this. Just lying in bed, buried under the blanket because he couldn't get up. His heart was heavy in his chest and his bones were made of lead. They weighed him down as he heard someone sit on the bed behind him, but Lando just kept his eyes closed. His brain was a mess of words that weren't his own but were being yelled at him in his own voice, and it hurt. "Liefje", Martijn called softly, but Lando didn't move, "Can I hold you?" Lando felt a little sob hiccup in his chest but he loosened the hold on the duvet. He nodded a little, and let himself be manhandled. Martijn's touch was gentle and soft. He was careful with Lando, as if Lando was something fragile and breakable. He didn't treat Lando the way the rest of the world did, as something unbreakable and untouchable. Martijn knew the truth, and when he tucked Lando into his chest and kissed his forehead, Lando let himself be vulnerable. "I've got you. I'm right here. You're safe with me, liefje", Martijn whispered, hand in Lando's curls cradling his head softly as Lando cried quietly into his shoulder, "No matter what they or your head is saying, it's not true. I know it hurts, but I've got you"

#norrix #martin/lando #lando/martin

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isara0408 · 3 months

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Making Kaga shorter than Megami and Megami being taller than Kaga is something I didn't expect at first, but I do find it quite cute. Now I can't see Kaga as a tall person like I used to lol.

I love the idea of Megami being the taller one in the relationship and the one who wears the pants in the relationship.

I would assume they would get looks and get judge a lot for having a tall woman and short man in a relationship rather than a tall man and a short woman being in a relationship. Kaga doesn't really care if people give them looks, or start asking questions to him on how the relationship works, or tease him on how he is the "woman" in the relationship for his height and well, he doesn't show much dominance like a "real" man should.

Megami doesn't really get much backlash compared to Kaga because who wants to do that to the most powerful woman in Japan and future CEO of Saikou Corp? No one wants to be in Megami's bad side. Either way, they will be on her bad side for doing it to Kaga. There is a lot of more negative responses that many people will say, Megami and Kaga don't care and ignore them. (or Kaga scares them off)

There are some headcanons I have for them because of their height difference! :D

Whenever Kaga tries to get something from a high shelf, he uses a chair, climbs the kitchen counter, or gets Megami to do it. Sometimes, when he climbs the kitchen counter, he slips and falls. He stays there for a few seconds to process the pain and tries again as if he didn't fall seconds ago.

Since Megami is taller than Kaga, whenever Kaga builds something dangerous with a remote, she will snatch it and put it on the highest shelf possible to prevent him from dangering himself, or anyone around him including herself.

For his height and appearance, Kaga doesn't seem so intimidating. Megami does. I imagine Kaga being teased for his height before Megami appears behind him with the most intense, cold, icy death glare she has while Kaga has a smile on his face.

Kaga is the small spoon. It's easier for him to lay down on her chest compared to Megami doing it to him.

Kaga gets piggyback rides from Megami (mostly when they are young). When they are much older, Megami can carry him around. For example, she would carry him bride style or just throw him over her shoulder when she's more comfortable.

One of the things that Megami does get from women when they find out that Kaga is short is "If he's short, that means the rest of his height went down to his... you know." Megami doesn't have much of a reaction. She either changes the subject or leaves. Those words always come back to Megami from time to time whenever she stares at Kaga for a long period of time or in bed (once they live together in Saikou Corp). Kaga doesn't know about it.

Since Kaga is short, he can fit in certain places for how skinny and short he is. Kaga can hide under a bed if he has enough space to crawl.

Megami is the one grabbing things from top shelves. If they live in America and she escapes Saikou Corp, and they are in a store, Megami is the one to grab the things from the top shelves that Kaga can't reach. Kaga is the one to get things from the bottom of the shelves.

Megami would go behind him and wrap her arms around his waist, giving him a hug from behind and bury her face onto his messy hair. Megami does this when she's tired.

When they do fight, or Kaga has something dangerous, or to tease him, Megami will take what he has and lift it up in the air as far as possible. Kaga does hate this since he has to get on his tippy toes to get it or jump.

Kaga fits nicely on a bed. He doesn't have trouble. Same thing with blankets. However, Megami does have to have a bigger bed for her height, which would explain her massive bed she has. Same thing with blankets, too.

#yandere simulator #yandere #yanderesim #kaga kusha #megami saikou #saikou #kaga x megami #megami x kaga #short king ✌️😤#tall queen 😌✌️#i cant see Kaga taller than Megami anymore lol #random headcanon #interesting headcanon #headcanons #couple headcanon

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larasmultiversesworld · 3 months

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Human

“We all sometimes needs some extra hands Sherlock"

“I don’t need extra hands”

“You’re human … you will ask for it sometimes”

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it was a normal day at baker street , john just woke up yawning still in his pajama clothes going over to the kitchen seeing Sherlock hovering over his microscope , john eyebrows frowned in confusion

it’s 8 in the morning *what the hell he’s doing?* He thinks to himself as he goes to the coffee maker to make himself a coffee … Angelina walked out of her room wearing casual clothes , just a shirt and some leggings , she walked inside the kitchen seeing both john and Sherlock , she has been working with them for a couple of years now ..

“ good morning” she says with a light tone smiling as she sat on the kitchen table

Sherlock looked at her through his lashes not removing his eyes from the microscope , he didn’t say anything to her

John looked at Sherlock then to angelina and nodded at her saying “good morning.. want coffee?” he says holding his own mug in his hands and giving her a look means *come here*

“Yeah .. coffee sounds good” she says as she got up and went over john who whispered in a quite tone

“Wasn’t he sick?”

“Yeah .. his temperature was high”

“How is he up in this hour of the morning?”

“I really don’t know-”

“You know I can hear you” Sherlock says in a flat tone “and I’m still sick if you’re interested” he added quietly

“Then why aren’t you in bed ?” Angelina says in a hurried tone as she places her mug on the counter and going over to him and removed the microscope away

“Because I have work !” he replied in a quick tone as he brought the microscope back again to him

Sherlock being his stubborn self , she huffs quietly before speaking again

“No , get up , get rest .. it’s still early anyway , lestrad won’t come in for at least than two hours from now”

“She’s got a point Sherlock” john says quietly crossing his arms over his chest

Sherlock smarter to argue with them both , and he was really tired and probably his temperature was going high again as he felt slightly cold

“Fine!” he grumbles as he got up and went to lay down on the couch “happy now” he says sarcastically as he looked at Angelina and john

“I know how to take care of myself .. I don’t need someone to do it for me” he says in a flat tone as he covered himself with a blanket as he felt cold but he was too stubborn to admit it

Of course that didn’t slip easily from john

“You cold?” he asks in a kind tone, Sherlock shook his head and mutter a small “no” john sighs knowing that he’s being stubborn , he goes over the drawer to get a thermometer and giving it to Sherlock

Sherlock looked at it hesitantly before taking it and place it in his mouth waiting for a few seconds before john took it and stared at it his eyes winded

“Jeez Sherlock!” John says impatiently as he noticed how his temperature was high

“You could’ve said something !” he adds , Angelina soon joined seeing sherlock slightly shivering she got another blanket and place it over him tucking it under his chin , he smiles lightly at her as buried his head into the blankets

“You know I can take care of myself ” he tells john , john only sighed nodding his head

“We all sometimes needs some extra hands Sherlock" angelina says quietly

“I don’t need extra hands” he says quietly his tone is stern

“You’re human … you will ask for it sometimes” she says gently before going to the kitchen

He scoffs shaking his head , john sighs before turning to face him “she cares about you .. at least appreciate it” he says quietly

“I do that” Sherlock replies quietly

“That doesn’t seem like it” john says quietly

Angelina got back sitting next to Sherlock placing the back of her hand on his forehead , Sherlock tried to pull his face away from her touch but john shoot him a look raising his eyebrow as he nodded towards her , sherlock just stayed still n and suddenly john’s phone rang he answered it

“Yeah , yeah I’ll come by..” he says into the phone before hanging up and turning to them

“Sorry I need get this” he says quietly as he started to walk to the bedroom to change but he stopped mid-air and turned to Angelina “take care of him” he adds before disappearing to the bedroom

Sherlock rolled his eyes as he mutters “I’m not a kid”

“How are you feeling ?” she asks quietly

“It’s alright , a bit cold” he says tucking himself more into the blankets , she patted his arm before going up and spoke in a soft tone “I’ll let you rest”.

It was around 10 in the morning now and Sherlock was still asleep on the couch , Angelina was sitting on the chair reading a book , her black hair up in a bun and her black glasses are on … Sherlock opened his eyes feeling better but has a sore throat , he looks ahead seeing angel… angelina , he admires from afar

“You’re an angel” he says quietly

She looks up from the book completely taking aback “what?” She chuckles

“Your nickname .. is angel right?” He says as he sat up , she closed the book “how did you know ?” she ask curiously

“It’s quite obvious actually … angelina , angel” he says as a matter- of- fact

She chuckles biting her lip “some friends called me that actually .. close friends” she says quietly

“So am I a friend?” he asks teasingly

“You didn’t ask for the nickname , you stole it”

“No I didn’t”

“You kinda did”

“No I would say I figure it out myself” he says proudly

She just shook her head keeping in a laugh

He couldn’t help but to chuckle “actually I didn’t figure it out myself .. I found it on your facebook” he admits quietly , which is rare and he himself doesn’t know why he did it

“So you stole it” she laughs slightly

“Nahh it was hard to find your facebook” he protest shrugging his shoulder

“You could’ve just asked me” she chuckles

“I like to find out myself” he says quietly

“But it’s true” he says

“What?”

“You are an angel”

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