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rosedark88 · 2 days

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I love the way Dean tells Sam “ come here”

This is actually my third favourite hug of the guys, i will talk about first and second in later posts, but this hug is just awwwww

I love the way that Dean says “ come here” and Sam just goes, no awkwardness just right into his big brother arms.

I actually love the idea of Dean being the one who initiate the hug, the same guy with the “no chick flick moments” rule. He is the big brother, he started this stupid rule, but he is also the one who needed to have his baby brother in his arms, before they both go on the toughest mission ever. When it’s all said and done, we all need hugs. They both needed the assurance, and Dean not being on big words, this was “ i love u, i trust u” hug

I love how bitch/ Jerk is Sam and Dean way of saying “ i love u “ ❤️

#supernatural #dean winchester #sam and dean #sam winchester #deansam #spn meta #classic spn #samdean #the winchester brothers #spnedit #spnfandom #spn fanart #spn #wincest #hugs

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rainbowradiance124 · 13 hours

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#my fanfic #hugs #im ethan lane #bows #mc #gay rights #parejas #scissors #miss q #littespace

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littlemagicalstardust · 2 days

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In case anyone needs a hug, here's one ft. Chuckie T & Orange <3

#throwback #freshly squeezed #orange cassidy #chuck taylor #chuckie t #hugs #have a good day #black white #my screenshots #best friends #kentucky gentleman #gentleman's club

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bullieving-in-amour · 2 days

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Soft Kisses To Find Your Way Back.

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Fandom : Honkai: Star Rail Rating : Teens and Ups, SFW Pairing : Sampo/Reader Dynamic : Non specified dynamic Tags : Gender Neutral Reader, Dissociation, Grounding Reader through affection, Consent implied to have been given for that to be how he does it, Kisses, Soft, Soft Affection, Cuddles, Soft Kisses, Soft Sampo

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"Come back to me lover."

Being loved was a great way for it.

Quiet hum warmed your lips, with Sampo's, peppered affection not letting up. His eyes were closed, relaxed, one of his gloved hands at your hip, the other on the mattress under you both with his forearm, keeping him balanced as he showered you with attention.

"Come back to me lover." He mumbled, a small lull to his words before he hummed again and tilted his head the other way, changing the angle of his too-soft kisses. The hand on your hip squeezed, not tight, but present, real, helping in getting your too-far-muddled mind to come back slowly.

He sighed contently into your mouth when he felt you stir slightly, more than just the sluggish consent and want given to his initial offered touch. You knew, as foggy as everything was, that you wanted him there... Wanted his touch, his warmth, and more than anything, for him to make you feel real.

Being loved was a great way for it.

You still weren't much there, but 'more than before' was still a win in his book.

Sampo felt pleased, happy, at being kissed back further, even if you still weren't that active.

Besides, his little doting-on activities where he urged you to just relax back and let him cover you in kisses was common enough that this was... Well, not that different than when you grow tired or sleepy under his kisses.

You hummed, though, pecking him as your mind cleared enough, finally. He beamed, all toothy cat smile.

"There you are my most treasure mmf-"

You shut him up by grabbing his face and bringing him close for a kiss. A show of gratitude, for his endless patience with you, for his easy loving, and the many kisses you had to catch up on.

For all that mattered, he seemed more than delighted at it. If he'd been a drawing, he would have been a goofy little cartoon at this moment, all blushed face with hearts leaving his hair and flying up to the sky.

"Thank you, Sampo." You murmured against his lips and pecked him.

"Mmmhm, on the house, as usual, my most treasured customer." He purred, nuzzling you somewhat aggressively.

"Uhu. Well, I do think you could afford giving some more of those kisses." You snickered, playing into his usual banter.

He hummed in faux thought, lips stretched into a cat smile again.

"The customer does know better..." He breathed, quiet and low, against your skin, warm and warmer yet when he pressed his lips back to yours.

For however long yet you both would decide.

#my writing #hsr x reader #honkai star rail x reader #sampo x reader #fluff #kisses #hugs #cuddling #non specified dynamic #gender neutral reader

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bearw-me · 15 hours

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This is kinda dark so if you don't wanna do it it's cool. Can I request Carmilla running into a son reader? [Years before she had her daughters she had a son but she was too strict/serious on her boy which led to him...taking his own life. The experience made Carmilla realize she mightve been too hard on him so when hid sisters come around she showers them with love] The reader thinks carmilla is going to scold him, scream at him or anything but she just hugs him hard and tells him she's sorry and that she loves him

i'd like to put my author's note up here before you guys read what i wrote/make a little disclaimer!

TW: mentions of harm

I wouldn't write the act, per-se, but i had absolutely no problem with your request because it doesn't really involve those details (fic wise) this one is mostly about comfort and a nice reunion!

just before you go, know your best-friend mal is always here for you <3 this and every other fic i write is my silent love-letter to you

𝐍𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐋𝐞𝐭 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐆𝐨 — 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞

𐐒 includes : carmilla carmine x son!reader, odette, clara 𐐒 cw : angst, hugs, kisses, comfort 𐐒 summary : after a few decades in hell, you decide it's time to stop putting it aside and visit your mother for the first time since you've appeared in hell. as anxious as you are, she receives your visit with open arms. 𐐒 word count : 1.1 k

The metal body of the cab rattled against the broken highway, the sights of Pentagon city flashing past you in a pink florescent blur. You sighed, slumping into the leather seats.

Were you really doing this?

The thought made your stomach bubble with new found nerves. Rolling and wrenching the muscles in your stomach so hard you suddenly had to lean forward in your seat. Forced to stare at all the dust and garbage littered about the floor.

"Oh god I'm gonna be sick," you mumbled to yourself.

"Don't throw up in my car kid," the driver growled at you, suddenly adjusting his rearview mirror so that he could keep an eye on you.

You tried not to roll your eyes, taking a quick glance out of the window just in time to witness the change in districts.

"Might wanna keep your head down kid! We're in Carmine's district now," he laughed, a hoarse sound filled with cigarette smoke.

You had never actually been in this part of hell. After all these years you've been here, watching as the districts had shifted between hands in the great soul exchange. . .

All those years until you realized she had fallen here just like you.

And you didn't really know how to process that thought just yet.

The once chaotic district was now more silent.

Shadows skulking between buildings and alleyways, making deals to sell weapons and bartering for money.

You grimaced, opting to let those images blur in your mind and let your head fall against the rattling window.

What possessed you to see your mother after all these year? Who knows. . .

It just felt like it had to be done.

Soon, the tall white building had come into view, a place you heard the overlords of hell met up.

And today, Carmilla would be here, same with your-. . .

Odette and Clara.

You stepped out of the cab, soles hitting the pavement with a tap. You paid what you owed to the driver and waved a quick thanks as he sped off, the devil on his heels.

That left you alone, standing like David against Goliath with the empire she had built.

She's. . . kept herself busy.

It's all you could think about. Staring at the gleaming tiles of the building with hesitance.

What would she say to you? Should you have told her you were coming? That you were here?

The sickness that seemed to be plaguing you had come back in waves.

The last time you had remembered seeing her, you were both alive on Earth, screaming at each others faces.

"One day, mi hijo, you will have to do everything for yourself! You will have to take over the business! YOU have to carry all that burdens us and I NEED you to be ready for that! Why can't you just see that! I won't always be here for you! YOU NEED TO STEP UP TO THIS!"

But. . .

You just couldn't do everything she had wanted of you. The standards, the rules, the burden. . . it was all too heavy for one person to carry.

And now here you were, on the white-waiting room couch unannounced.

To sayy. . . what exactly?

You bit at your nails in thought, leg bouncing up and down as you waited for your name to be called.

It was pretty empty today.

No one was really sitting in here with you.

That was a great thought.

A deep, strung-out exhale shook its way out of your lungs.

Nerves, you figured.

You didn't even know what to do with your hands, running them through your hair and rocking back and forth in your seat, wondering if it was too late to just stand up and leave-

"Um. . ." You stopped completely, turning your head towards the sound of your voice.

Just before the office doors, two small sinners stood side by side, holding a clipboard up to their faces as they eyed you with surprise.

Odette and Clara.

There was no mistaking them.

"That's. . . me?" You rose from your seat like a ghost, not really feeling anything but utter surprise.

It was the first time you've ever seen them. The same cream colored hair, the same eyes, they even stood en pointe like her.

Odette and Clara.

"Come with us," Clara beckoned, her curly hair and grey skin. . . did she look like that too? Now that she was a sinner?

Thank goodness the girls turned away from you quickly, giving you just enough time to wipe a stray tear from your eye. Estranged siblings that you've never even met. . . and you were so full of emotion at just the sight of them.

Did they know who you were?

You watched them wearily, the two exchanging quick glances at each other and occasionally, at you.

"She's right in here," Clara trailed off.

Odette glanced at you through her round glasses, a hint of worry lifting her eyebrows up "She wasn't expecting you today."

"Alright," you shrugged. I mean, it was a fact you already knew, but to hear the two of them say it to you was the final slap of reality you weren't sure you entirely needed.

The two of them opened the doors for you, watching intently as you shuffled into the room, and back at each other incredulously.

"Ay dios mio, I said I didn't have time for meetings. . ." you heard her mumble, face covered by a laptop screen, hunched over and lost in her work.

It was how you remembered her.

"Mamá," you called out, finally taking a seat in front of her desk, unsure of who or what you'd find on the other side of that screen.

With that one word, she froze still, a pair of demonic red eyes peering over the top of that silver screen.

"Mamá," you said again, a choked sound now that you realized it was her.

It was actually her.

A sinner, your mother, an overlord, who was finally before you.

It was like all the things you had planned on telling her had thrown themselves together and crumbled beneath the sight of her.

"Mi hijo."

"Mamá, I know you're mad at me," the tears came without warning, and you shuffled uncomfortably in your seat, unable to keep looking at her as the sobs wracked through your body, pleading for her forgiveness "I tried my best! I tried! I-"

"Mi hijo, I'm so sorry," your mother flew into your arms, the familiarity of her love so striking that you became undone in her arms.

She cried into your neck, a sound you've never heard before "Oh mi hijo, no heavens could ever keep me away from you, never, and I and never letting you go again,"

"I love you mi hijo."

#hazbin hotel #imagines #fic #oneshot #carmilla carmine x son!reader #male reader #hazbin carmilla #hazbin carmilla carmine #tw: dark themes #angst #comfort #hazbin odette #hazbin clara #tw: mentions of harm #hugs #sending hugs anon #accidentally posted this too soon lol #tags

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nightwingsgirlfriend · 4 days

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the babies (dick grayson & bruce wayne) (please don't flop this took a stupid amount of time) (i used a different pen and im not a fan switch back to my bae 😒) (i looove dick grayson as robin)