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ffsg0jo · 3 days

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boynextdoor! choso who you've had a mini crush on ever since you saw him move in with his two brothers yuuji and sukuna. yuuji is the 5-year-old who is just the sweetest ray of sunshine, and sukuna (kuna) is the grumpy undergrad whose name you only know because of yuuji's incessant need for 'uppies'. you don't know much about choso, though, except that he's the eldest, is always working to pay for the bills/rent, and is scarcely home.

boynextdoor! choso, who invites you over for dinner a couple of days after moving in to get to know you a little better and introduce him and his family. you notice the lack of parents, but you don’t say anything or bring it to attention, seeing first-hand how hard choso works as you help him with all the dishes he cooked, and as sukuna sets the table. immediately, yuuji is smitten by you (and you, him) constantly trying to get your attention and talking to you about his new friend called gumi, your shared neighbour's son. choso watches you with yuuji in your arms while you're animatedly talking to his baby brother. the genuine interest you show in what yuuji says makes his heart pitter patter.

(sukuna is quiet throughout the whole affair, only speaking when spoken to and even then keeping it prompt, but he notices the way choso looks at you when you're not watching and vice versa. you’re kind, polite, and seemingly loving. you could be good for his older brother; he thinks to himself.)

boynextdoor! choso, who knocked on your door and asked if you wanted him to take the trash outside your door to the big bins since he's throwing out his own as well on the second week they moved in. your face heated up, and you swooned at his thoughtfulness as you shyly nodded, adding if it's not too much trouble for him. ever since then, he's assumed the role of taking out your trash, making sure to dispose of all the rubbish in the appropriate bins. does it make him a little late to work? yes. but the look on your face when he first asked was worth it.

boynextdoor! choso, who secretly tries to find excuses to see you more and more often in his busy schedule. he caught a glimpse of you through your window when first moving in, and he can't get enough of you ever since. whether it's bringing round some 'extra' cookies, he's baked for sukuna and yuuji or asking if you'd like to join them for dinner again. you've never really taken him up on that offer, though, worried about intruding, and he's almost on the verge of begging you, insisting you could never.

boynextdoor! choso who bakes the best cookies and muffins. you're half convinced he's lying to you, and he's just bought them from the local bakery. but you've seen the evidence through the window directly opposite yours, with little yuuji chasing both of his brothers round the kitchen with tiny fistfuls of flour. it's the first time you've seen choso smile so brightly, and something in your heart melts. even sukuna is tame and soft in the presence of his older brother, you've noted.

boynextdoor! choso whose brothers notice the badly hidden crush he has on the cutie next door. (yes, it's gotten so obvious that even little yuuji recognises the fact that big bro really wants to be your friend). he works so hard for them, and he deserves happiness, so it's in his best interest when both knuckleheads (mainly sukuna) put their heads together and start plotting and devising a plan to try and get you both together. they've seen the longing in both of your eyes and are sure it'll work.

boynextdoor! choso who knocks on your door at 4 something am in the morning whilst you're half asleep asking if you could babysit yuuji. his shift starts two hours, and he needs to leave in one, and sukuna is nowhere to be seen. he's so apologetic, and he promises to make it up to you however you want. you see the bags under his eyes and the heart-breaking frown on his face, and you immediately agree. yuuji's a delight anyway, and you'd be more than happy to.

(yuuji is gently woken up by his big bro before he leaves, who explains what's happened. he smiles a wide, sleepy smile and is excited to spend time with you, ready to set his and sukubros plan into motion. but first, he needs another nap and some cuddles.)

(choso is forever grateful for the angel of a brother yuuji is. it balances out sukuna for sure.)

boynextdoor! choso, who seems to talk about you a lot, and how beautiful you are. at least according to yuuji. yuuji says sometimes big bro sees you outside from the kitchen window whilst he's cooking and looks at you with a smile. a smile yuuji's only seen him give to two other people, but other big bro said that choso wants to crush you? he doesn't understand why because you're really lovely to yuuji and to everyone in general and you play with him and let him take pictures on your phone and secretly let him have his dessert with his meal. anyways if big bro tries to crush you, don't worry, you've got yuuji to protect you!

(his words make you blush at the implication as you realise what yuuji means.)

boynextdoor! choso who comes back from his long shift to you and yuuji napping on his couch. he’s exhausted, but the sight of you two together warms his heart, and he suddenly finds himself with bucketloads of energy. he gets started on making dinner for you all whilst you’re napping, and he hopes that you’ll stay this time. halfway through prepping, he hears a door open and a worse for wear sukuna stumbles in with a hard look on his face. quietly, sukuna joins his brother, muttering a small apology and washing his hands before taking over on chopping the onions. the two cook in silence, knowing that sukuna would open up when he’s ready.

boynextdoor! choso who gently nudges you awake when they’re finished cooking. at first, you think you’re dreaming with an angelic looking choso hovering above you. but then you cringe, feeling the drool on your cheek, wiping it away quickly, praying choso never noticed. (he most definitely did, but he found it incredibly endearing). he thanks you profusely and insists on you joining them for dinner. you’re glad you did because there’s just something so sweet about the three brothers interacting with each other. even sukuna lightly jokes around and teases little yuuji at the dinner table, trying to get him to eat all his veggies.

boynextdoor! choso, who keeps trying to pay you for looking after yuuji when you’re about to leave. you refuse knowing that his family needs it more, plus you’re more than happy to look after yuuji, he’s an angel. choso still insists, adamant on paying you and only shuts up when you tell choso to take you out on date instead, emboldened by everything yuuji’s told you. choso short circuits, blushing furiously. he nods, unable to form words, and stutters out an ‘i’ll text you’. you turn around and leave, and choso is still rooted to the spot, replaying your words in his head. it’s only when he’s giggling and kicking his legs in bed that he suddenly realises he doesn’t have your number. oh well, it’s just another excuse to see you then.

(sukuna witnesses the whole thing and is lowkey mad because he spent all that time planning and plotting for no reason. he hears choso’s giggles through the thin walls, though, and fights back a smile. to hell with his plans.)

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imyourbratzdoll · 1 year

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hi, my love! I’m okay, how are you? x

of course, request away!💗//

I'm good, thanks 🥰

So, i really loved the kinkoctober's fic, i think read them like a thousand times 🫣 (they're too good, sorry 😅)

I would like to have one with an innocent reader, a lot of praises (like 'my good girl' or 'you're doing so well') and maybe if he can call reader Bunny (like 'my beautiful bunny' or 'my little bunny'), also i'm really short (150 cm 😬) so maybe a little bit of size kink too? I love read about how tiny she is compared to her man 🫣

I'm an Ari's girl, so maybe with him? Or Ransom, if he inspire you more

-🌻

hey honey! don't be sorry, hehe. I hope you like what I wrote, and thank you, @lokiandbuckysdoll, for supporting me again on kofi. I love you both!

summary - you get fucked by your large man in the kitchen.

warning - smut, size difference, bunny, daddy kink, creampie.

18+ only please, the gif I use isn't mine, divider by @newlips

Ari couldn’t believe how tiny you were compared to him. You were so small that he could just pick you up and put you in his pocket or toss you around like a ragdoll as he fucks his way into you. Ari remembered how the morning had started. He had woken harder than ever after having a very steamy dream about you. Instead of using his hand to relieve himself, Ari had gotten up and walked out of the room, entering the kitchen where you stood naked in your cute little cherry apron. He felt his tip leak with pre-cum, a growl escaping him before he pounced. Grabbing hold of the back of your neck as he pushes you into the counter, lining his thick cockhead with your sopping cunt before piercing deep inside of you.

He ensured the stove was turned off, cock still nestled deep inside you, and your pathetic whimpers filled the quiet room. Ari grunted as he felt your walls squeeze and spasm around him, your tiny little hole being stretched wide by his massive member. “Jesus, bunny. You wanna relax for daddy? You’re going to cut my dick off with how tight you are.” Your tiny hands try and grip the edge of the counter, your feet barely touching the ground with how high you are, only the tips of your toes barely graze the tile. Ari’s hands begin to feel you up, rubbing your sides and gripping your hips as he begins to move, thrusting deep and slow into you, growling as you squeeze him. Ari leans over you, feeling his cock twitch at the size difference, his breath hitting your ear as he grunts. “You’re my good little bunny, aren’t you?” You whimper into the cold marble, your eyes rolling to the back of your head at his words and the feel of his cock splitting you open from the inside, your tiny body shaking against his large one.

You rapidly nod, blinking away the fat tears brimming your eyes, your plump bottom lip going between your lips at the mix of pain and pleasure blossoming inside you. “I–I am! I your good little bunny!” You whine, barely being able to speak the words properly as he continues to thrust deep into you, your mind plunging deeper into a fuzzy state. “D–Daddy!” His sizeable hairy arm comes around and locks around your throat, pulling you up and flush against his thick hairy chest. He groans, pressing his head into your hair and placing a soft kiss before picking up his pace, thrusting faster, his heavy sacks slapping against your puffy clit.

“What’s wrong, my little bunny? Are you going dumb already? Daddy’s cock too good?” He chuckles as you whimper, clawing at his large arm. His cock twitches as he notices how tiny your hands are compared to his arm. He digs his feet into the ground as he propels harder and faster into you, feeling his end approaching. Ari's hand goes down and finds your puffy little clit, flicking and rubbing it. Grunts and groans escape him as you squirm, your walls pulsating and squeezing around his thick base. “It’s okay, bunny. You’re such a good girl. Let go for me.” Soft little moans leave you, feeling your core tighten, and your vision becomes white. “Cum for me, bunny. Cum.” Your head rolls back, and your juices squirt out of you, covering the large man behind you and the kitchen counter before your body begins to sag, your head flopping forward, and your walls continue to send waves around Ari’s cock.

His thrusts become sloppy, and his balls tighten as his cock twitches, filling your little cunt with thick ropes of cum as he finishes inside you. Ari groans, holding you close to him as cum continues to shoot out of him, overflowing, dripping onto the counter and the kitchen floor. Ari presses a kiss into your hair, breathing heavily as his high comes down. “My beautiful little bunny, you did so well for daddy.”

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gengwasted · 11 months

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Spoiling Haitham with kisses cause he deserves em.

I’ll be honest: I was just looking for an excuse to draw his boots

#kavetham #haikaveh #genshin impact #they make me so soft #I used to be an angst artist #what is it with all this fluff lmfao #I do have angsty wips tho #gengdraws #staysafe and have a nice life 💛🌻

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fic-over-cannon · 4 months

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a little something to celebrate 100 followers (and finishing my finals!)

Jason’s thigh shifts under your cheek. The fabric of his jeans is warmed by your combined body heat, worn soft in the way a best loved pair always is. It’s been a long day, a long week actually, but its over now. You’ve made it through though and there’s nothing but a glorious evening free ahead of you now. You’re lying on your side, eyes closed, head pillowed by Jason’s delicious thighs. He was sitting on the couch when you came home, thighs splayed wide open and absorbed in a book. He’d looked so comfy sitting there, it was all you could do to control your descent onto the couch. You’d flopped down, boneless the instant your body made contact with his. Jason’s thighs were just as comfortable as they looked, warm and firm with just the right amount of give. He looks down at you, fond.

“You gettin’ comfy down there sweetheart?” It’s wry, and probably accompanied by a smile, if you could be bothered to look up and open your eyes to see it.

“Mmmhmmm.”

You nuzzle your face further into his thigh, let the smell of detergent and Jason wash away the day. He reaches for something over you, pulls down a soft fleece blanket to cover you with. He drapes it over you, let’s you adjust it the way you like it. He pets over your hair once, twice, then buries his hand it to cradle your skull. There’s a rustle of pages and you know he’s gone back to his book.

You drift there, warm and comforted by Jason’s steady presence. There’s nothing but the sound of your combined breathing punctuated by the occasional turn of a page. You’re not sure how long you stay there, but by the time you open your eyes again the quality of the light has changed. The living room is only lit by the low warm light of several lamps, the sun completely gone down. For the past few minutes Jason’s gone back to petting your hair, finished with his book.

“You back with me yet?”

Instead of answering, you try and bury your face even further into his leg. His thigh just so firm and biteable that you give into the urge and gently clamp down.

“Hey! Okay, we’re both getting up now. You can either wait here on the couch or sit in the kitchen with me but I need to start making dinner.”

He tries to shake you free but you’re not ready yet. It’s not until he bends over to kiss you on the temple that you magnanimously let him go. Turn up to look at him appraisingly.

“Kitchen but I get to be your taste tester and I get to bring the blanket.”

He laughs then, bright and loud. Sweeps you up, blanket and all, and bridal carries you to the kitchen. Sets you down on one of the bar chairs across the counter so you can watch him, and then starts to pull out pans. Gets the black tea and spice chest out of the cupboard and starts digging for the mortar and pestle under the kitchen sink. Chops and peels a ginger root, adds it to the pot with the tea and spices before covering it all with water to boil. He cleans up as he goes, pulling out the ingredients for pasta as the water boils. You rest your head in your hands to watch him work. A few spoonfuls of sugar and a cup of milk go into the pot now. His hands are steady and mesmerizing as they use a ladle to aerate the boiling milk. The kitchen smells amazing, warmed spices and tea filling the air. A steaming mug appears in front of you, as if by magic.

“New spice blend. Let me know what you think.”

Jason winks before spinning back to the stove.The chai is rich and sweet on your tongue, warming you up from the inside out. It’s probably your favourite version yet, but then you say that about every new iteration he lets you try out.

Jason’s multitasking in a way your tired brain can’t quite catch up to. Pasta’s boiling in one pot, chicken seasoned and shallow frying in a pan, and his knife’s flying to dice garlic and cherry tomatoes. He darts forward with a bit of chicken on a fork, gets you to blow on it before carefully putting it between your teeth. It’s plump and juicy, fat adding salt and the basic seasoning doing the rest to make it delicious.

“It’s good. Taste tester approved. The chai and the chicken.”

“Glad to know my cooking meets your high standards.”

He grins like quick silver, hands never stopping their motions. There’s a pesto sauce cooking off with the chicken and its fat, garlic frying up with it. A dash of cream and the colour goes a soft green. The chai’s almost gone now, a satisfying weight in your belly that only makes you hungrier. There’s pasta on another fork waving in front of your face. Annoyed, you snap it up with your teeth.

“It’s cooked.”

A cloud of steam and the pasta’s drained, tossed into the chicken and sauce. Two bowls appear on the counter filled with chicken and pasta, topped with cherry tomatoes and grated Parmesan. You’re not even sure when he had time to grate cheese. It looks so good, your mouth is already watering.

You’re warm and relaxed, still bundled in a blanket, the dregs of chai still in the mug wrapped in your hands. There’s food on the table, good food made with care. There’s a beautiful man leaning across the counter from you, in the apartment that you’ve made a home together. It’s been a long day, but you’re home with the man you love and none of that matters anymore.

#thank you everyone!#here’s something a little self indulgent to celebrate #jason todd x you #jason todd x reader #jason todd x gender neutral reader #jason todd x fem!reader #jason todd x y/n #jason todd imagine #jason todd headcanon #red hood x you #red hood x reader #jason todd fic #tooth rotting fluff #snack fic #sunnie writes 🌻

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saturncodedstarlette · 1 year

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Y/N, inhales :

Y/N, exhales :

Y/N : Alright, we’re going to improve our relationship in this team by telling each other——

Ghost, has no filter whatsoever : I would kill for you.

#Cod #Call of duty #Call of duty incorrect quotes #Call of duty x reader #Cod Ghost #Simon Ghost Riley #Simon Riley #Cod Ghost x male reader #Cod Ghost x fem reader #Cod Ghost x gn reader #Simon Riley x you #Simon Riley x reader #Simon Riley x oc #Original : Some-textposts #original : tumblr #Cod Ghost fluff #🌻relaunch old incorrect quotes🌻#This can be seen as the part 2 of the last one 😂🫶#Kaomoji : skz-garden

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souyasbabyy · 2 years

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your instagram while dating mikey

since it was asked by many person here is mikey one, thanks again for the 1000 followers it may means nothing for some but it mean the world to me <3 love y'all

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y/n: thanks takemichi for the pic

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takemichioff: you said you'll slap me if i don't take the pic-

└ y/n: stop lying

└ ryu_draken: LMAO

MIKEYYYYY: 🥰

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y/n: vroom vroom

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shiinsn0: HOLD YOURSELF ITS DANGEROUS

└ y/n: don't worry

MIKEYYYYY: i didn't knew you were taking pictures

└ y/n: i have a lot like this one

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y/n: he fell asleep again

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ryu_draken: i'm not coming

bajiikeii: leave without him

└ matsunooo: no, bite him

└ y/n: wtf i'm not a dog

MIKEYYYYY: SHE BITE ME

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y/n: bestie

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MIKEYYYYY: i'm supposed to be your bestie 😒

└ y/n: you're my bf

└ MIKEYYYYY: and?

sano_em: love u <3

└ MIKEYYYYY: lOvE yOu gngn

tak4mitsuy4: not at mikey being jealous in the comments 🤡

└ hakkai094: HAHAHAHA

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y/n: let me gooooooo

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MIKEYYYYY: NEVER

ryu_draken: think of me always babysitting you two

└ y/n: well idk call emma

#mel 🌻#tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers imagine #tokyo revengers headcanon #tokyo revengers fluff #tokyorev x reader #mikey x reader #mikey headcanon #tokyo revengers mikey #mikey sano #tokyo revengers draken #emma sano #takemichi hanagaki #hakkai shiba #mitsuya takashi #baji keisuke

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bakugoyelling · 11 months

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giyuu tomioka x reader || comfort, fluff, wrote this to comfort myself but now i want to share ❤️‍🩹

wc: 550

✧༝┉┉┉┉┉˚* ♡ *˚┉┉┉┉┉༝✧

“I just wonder what it feels like to be cared for, you know?”

Giyuu turns to you as you stare at the ground, your shoulders slumped over.

“I’m sure many people care for you. I care for you,” he blankly speaks.

You appreciate his words, but it seems he doesn’t quite understand.

“Well, yeah… but, I mean like more in a loving way, I guess,”

In the past few months, you’ve found comfort in talking to your stoic comrade. Despite first impressions, Giyuu was easy to be around. At first, he didn’t say much. A lot of moments were spent in silence, but when you finally decided to talk, he’d listen.

You started off with simple things — your training for the day, what you hoped to eat for lunch, the status of a healing wound. It was nice. Nice to not feel a sense of judgment — something you grew anxious about when making new friends. He might not have been the most vocal, but he never made you feel unwelcome.

You look up to see him staring at you, patiently waiting for you to continue.

“Like, you know, romantically,” suddenly shy, your face blooms with color — it wasn’t like this when you told Mitsuri.

“I want to know what it’s like to hold hands and go on dates. To hug and kiss,” you peer off again. “I want to know what it feels like to be loved by someone,”

Giyuu simply hums, nodding his head in understanding as you sigh.

“Anyway, enough of that. Instead, I should focus on my next mission, not silly fantasies that’ll never come true.

You didn’t believe it then, never thought that anyone would be willing to love you — would want to love you, would choose to love you, but it happened.

You held hands and laced your fingers with his while out on dates. With your busy schedules, it was hard to go out sometimes, but you made the most of it. Some of your favorite dates were the ones where you didn't even go out. Instead, you spent time together at his estate, walking around the garden and sitting beside one another for lunch. The sun shined down on the two of you, but even without it, just being beside him gave you the warmest feelings.

You hugged and kissed too — his arms wrapped around you in greeting, a soft peck pressed to your lips when you pulled back. He hugged you when you were sad too. When he showed up at your place, and you were anything but fine. When you were having a bad day and felt low, insecure, and unsure, he let you cling onto him; and let your tears stain his haori. He assured you that all was okay, that he understood and wouldn’t leave like you sometimes thought. He let you fall asleep, and when you woke up, he was preparing you food, his sleeves rolled up as he stirred.

He’d kiss you during those times too. Soft and gentle on your cheeks and forehead. Other times the kisses were more heated, hot, and heavy with tongue, licking the skin on your chest as you whispered his name.

You experienced it all. Every daydream turned into a reality. Someone loved you for you, and that someone was Giyuu.

#giyuu tomioka x reader #giyu tomioka x reader #kny x reader #kny fluff #giyuu x reader #demon slayer x reader #💗giyuu #☁️kny #🌻fluffy stuff #mp #m.writes

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bite-sized-devil · 1 year

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Piggy Back Rides

You've had a particularly long hard day at RAD. Exhausted and dreading the walk home, you ask your favourite demon brother for a little favour.

Was going to do these in groups, but they just kept getting longer and longer. Apologies my fellow simps, please enjoy them one at a time starting with the eldest and finishing with the youngest.

TW: None, this is just fluff. GN! MC.

Lucifer

Text chain:

MC: Can I ask a favour? 🥺

Lucifer: Depends, what is it you need?

MC: I'm so tired from today, could you give me a piggy back ride home?

Lucifer: Of course.

MC: Really? Just like that?

Lucifer: Yes, where are you?

MC: 😭 Thank you! Sitting on the stairs out the front of the building. ❤️

Smiling into his screen he gets up from his desk, the papers he was working on can wait until tomorrow. He'd rather come to your aid, he loves it when you need him. Especially for little things such as this. You are usually so self sufficient, a stark comparison compared to his brothers. Always so appreciative even when its something trivial like asking for a piggy back ride home.

He arrives moments later, seeing you slumped on the stairs with your head resting on your knees. Stopping in front of you he reaches out and gently rests his hand on your head, running it through the hair around your face when you lift your head to look up at him.

You might say you're tired, but you still look as radiant as ever when you bless him with a sweet smile.

"Ready to go love?" He says as he returns your smile.

"Mmn." You say as you nod your head once and slowly stand, reaching for your bag as you do. Lucifer is having none of that, if he's giving you a piggy back back to HOL he's carrying your bag too.

Slinging your bag over his shoulder before turning around and beckoning you to hop on. You put your hands on his shoulders before jumping up, pressing your thighs to his hips. His hands come up and grasp the soft skin behind your knees. Looping your hands loosely around his collar bone you rest your head in the crook of his neck.

"Thank you Lucifer." You say softly before kissing his neck sweetly. His grip on your legs tightens momentarily before relaxing back into his original hold.

"You're welcome MC, I'm always here for you." He says as he turns his head to gift you with a gentle kiss to your forehead.

You spend the rest of the trip home listening to Lucifer talk about his day, to tired to talk about yours. More than happy to listen to the eldest's commentary on his younger brothers antics. With your chin rested on his shoulder and your fingers playing with the collar of his shirt.

Before long you feel yourself drifting off, the rhythm of Lucifer's long strides, and gentle voice lulling you to sleep. You wake up later to find yourself asleep in Lucifer's bed, your shoes & coat taken off and carefully placed at the foot of the bed. You roll over to find him sitting up in bed beside you, he smiles down at you through his glasses.

"Go back to sleep MC, I'll wake you later when dinner is ready" he says as he pushes a loose strand of your hair behind your ear. You nod slowly before curling up to his side and closing your eyes. His hand remains on your head, absentmindedly running his fingers through your hair as you fall back to sleep.

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unknown-to · 7 months

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fluff, megumi fushiguro x reader

Thinking about Megumi looking at you from head to toe with a stern expression when you wear something revealing, avoiding having to tell you to change your outfit because he thinks you’re allowed to wear whatever you want.

But later when you go out, he grabs the first opportunity to put his jacket over your shoulders, or around your waist, as if nothing happened just so his pretty girlfriend doesn’t expose herself for everyone to see.

He spends his whole time doing his best to take care of you and treats you like a porcelain doll, though he never makes it obvious and just does it with little subtle things.

Megumi would avoid holding your hands, kissing you or hugging you in public, but when it’s cold outside and your soft little hands are freezing, he takes your hand to hold it inside his pocket.

He avoids physical affection with you in private too, waiting for you to let go of him every time you hug him out of the blue. Occasionally, pushing you away and pulling out of your embrace when it’s more than a few seconds.

But every time he feels conflicted or low in general, he’s the first to come and hug you. Eyes closed and deep breath in your neck, just so you can’t witness how embarrassed he feels to be the one to search for physical reassurance.

Megumi is honestly in love with you and never fails to show it to you without even noticing, never forgetting your likings and orders in every places you’ve been.

He makes you feel like life is easy from how everything you want or think about doing are already done when it’s in his power to make it happen.

As much as he catches himself staring at you in admiration when you don’t notice, and gets flustered when you finally realize.

“i wasn’t looking at you..”

He mutters, avoiding your gaze with a frown as his cheeks turn pink in embarrassment. Although you both know he was lying, living in denial at how his heart flutter every time you make eye contact.

Megumi could really spend hours staring at a photo of you when you’re away, amazed by how pretty you look in every angle and how much he feels his heart melt in love to know your his and only his.

Small and discrete smiles hanging on his lips when you tell him ‘i love you’ before hanging up when he’s on a call with you. Feeling an anxious tingle in his stomach when he tells himself ‘it’s the one, i’m gonna tell her’.

“i love you too”

But ends up whispering it to the beeping of his phone because you hang up knowing how hard it is for him to return your words.

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hi (: its been a while, i havent posted since ages bc i didnt quite know abt who or what.. and well i said i’ll post another one

but anyway here is one about our precious megs, i love him sm )):

hope y’all enjoy(ed), im open for suggestions and requests btw!

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scaredpigeons · 2 months

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Sunrise, Crystallize II: of sunsets and tears.

Masterlist // Previous Chapter // Next Chapter

Zhongli x Fem!reader

SFW (there will be nsfw chapters and allusions to slight nsfw, but I will keep it separate so everyone may enjoy.)

Word Count: 3.9k

After feeling stuck for so long, who knew your life could evolve to have so much movement? Zhongli seems to make a very good teacher, and your small group of people you’re comfortable interacting with seems to be growing and growing by the day! Though you never thought you would have someone who considered you as a ‘dear friend’… you don’t think too hard about why his presence feels so comforting.

CW: reader has anxiety and low self esteem. Some self deprecating thoughts in this one, as well as a sliver of slightly suggestive thoughts. Its nothing crazy though. (Who hasn’t thought about Zhongli’s hands every now and then, eh?) reader starts training with a Polearm (author has no idea the proper techniques and forms for wielding a spear, so please forgive her.) reader cries like a blubbering little baby in this one and thats so real. I cry so hard when people show me kindness.

Authors Note: I find it really interesting and fun to try and incorporate game mechanics into fics. If its too much, doesn’t make any sense or you just don’t like it, then ignore it. We’ll only get a little bit more in the next chapter of Zhongli helping reader develop her skill and burst, but then i think that’ll be it. What’s endgame here? I have no clue. They’ll kiss, at some point, totally. Any ideas? Lol

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“When thinking about the uses of your vision, the possibilities are vast— confined only to the capabilities of the element and your own personal imagination. For example, plenty of Hydro users have implemented healing abilities into their vision usage, due to hydro’s innate ability to heal. But there are plenty of those who use hydro solely as an offensive element as well.

On a similar note, Pyro is an element that is primarily used for offensive purposes, but there are plenty of those who choose to mold the element to suit supportive, defensive, or even healing purposes, despite its obvious affinity for destruction.”

You twiddle with a pebble on the ground, unable to meet his eyes but soaking in his words all the same.

“Geo has a natural affinity for defense usage, right? Due to its resilience against the other elements.”

Zhongli makes an affirmative sound, which makes you look up at him from your spot on the ground. His smile is warm, making your cheeks flush and your eyes dart to the side.

“Correct, very well said.” His praise made you even more flustered, and you ducked your head, playing with an invisible loose threat on your pants.

“We are fortunate that you received a Geo vision, as I am very well acquainted with the element, and can help you answer any questions or concerns you may have.” There was a tone of amusement in his voice that you didn’t really understand, perhaps an inside joke? You knew he was a geo user, you’d seen his vision dangling from that decorative chain on his coat.

It looked a little different than yours, but that was perhaps because it was older? You didn’t really pay close attention to visions before now, so you really had no idea.

“What kind of role were you thinking you’d like to take on with your new power? Have you perhaps considered a weapon?” he asked.

You really hadn’t thought about any of this. After Zhongli had given you the customary Liyue Vision holder, you’d simply tucked it in your pocket, not really wanting to advertise that you now had one.

“What kind of weapon do you use?” You looked at his shoes, then glanced up to his eyes for a moment.

He simply stepped back, and summoned a beautiful Polearm, almost pulling it from thin air.

“Woah— will I be able to do that now?” You exclaimed, sitting up a bit straighter.

He chuckled, a warm and deep thing that made your heart flutter with the desire to hear more of it.

“Of course, would you like to try?” He asked, handing you the spear.

You eyed the polearm warily. It looked to be worth more than your entire shop could make in a year, and incredibly dangerous.

“Are you sure?” You said, standing up.

Zhongli nodded, placing the polearm delicately in your waiting palms. It felt heavy, a little too imbalanced on the bladed side. You gripped it tightly, feeling a bit awkward.

“How do I…?”

He smiled, placing a hand over his mouth as if to cover how wide it stretched, but you could still see it in the crinkle of his eyes. Did he find how you look holding such a massive weapon amusing? Well, you probably did look pretty silly. He cleared his throat before he continued.

“Simply will it away, and it will listen. When you wish to bring it back, call it forth, and it shall come.”

You quirked your brow, finding that explanation to be a bit too far fetched. You thrust your hand to the side, scrunching your face and concentrating very hard.

“And… go away!” You said. The polearm disappeared from your grip, vaporizing into a little show of sparkles. Your eyes blew wide, and you looked around to see if it was some kind of trick. With no polearm in sight, you gaped at Zhongli, grinning wide at how simple it actually was.

With his arms crossed, he nodded expectantly at you, and you took that as your instruction to bring it back.

You shot your hand out beside you once more, closing your eyes and squeaking out a “Come back!” And suddenly its weight materialized into your palm once more, making you lean a bit at the sudden heft.

“Holy Archons!” You cried out. “That's so cool!”

Zhongli tilted his head, clearly quite entertained by your amazement, but you’d grown comfortable enough around him that you didn't really feel like he was picking on you anymore.

“That is just one of many things you are capable of. Would you like to learn more?”

You nodded enthusiastically, so in awe of this new world brought to you by such a tiny little orb.

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After deliberating for some time about your choice of weaponry, (you chose the polearm, solely because Zhongli seemed to have a plethora of them, and offered to lend you a much smaller, less ornamental one) Zhongli started to go into detail about the uses of your vision.

”Obviously the possibilities are nearly endless, as I said before— but to better conserve your strength, it is best to choose two signature styles of use that you can practice and hone into something of an artform.

Your vision's power comes from within you, so if you blast it all away at once with a showy and overpowered move, you’re left with virtually no strength to continue on, which will leave most people in a rather precarious position.

This is why, in battle, most wielders will choose two signature moves, an elemental skill, and an elemental burst.”

Zhongli moved to stand further away from you, more towards the lake in the center of Mt. Aocang. You’d been a little worried about traveling up here, but he’d assured you that the Adepti of Jueyun Karst would not bother the two of you, and you had no reason to argue otherwise, so you followed dutifully.

“An elemental skill—“ He crosses his arms, and a giant pillar of rock that radiates geo energy comes shooting out of the ground, nearly causing you to stumble back. “Is a move that should consume a minimal amount of your energy for maximum potential. You want to hone it to its best usage, and perfect it to benefit you in any situation.”

You regard the pillar with awe, feeling the geo energy sweeping a few feet outwards from where it protrudes from the ground. Taking a closer look, you run your hands along its surface, admiring the beautiful structure and the energy tingling beneath your fingertips. You think you see Zhongli shift a bit where he stands beside you, but when you turn to look, he is simply observing you with a neutral expression.

“These will cause crystallize reactions to any element within their area of effect, creating micro shields for myself and any team members I may be traveling with. But because I have been honing this skill for a very long time, I have learned to alter it to better suit my needs.”

Suddenly the tower of rock disappears, and Zhongli is encased in a swirling column of geo, glowing and pulsing around him.

“Wow…” you say, stepping forward. “You’ve learned to create a shield without the use of a crystallize reaction?”

“Not a difficult feat in itself, but the strength of the shield took me many years to hone.” He says, watching you with amused eyes. It truly seemed as though he found your hunger for knowledge and wonder at the world of visions very entertaining, and for once you didn’t feel ashamed to be expressing yourself so openly.

“Can I… can I touch it?” You asked hesitantly.

His eyes seemed to glimmer in the afternoon sunshine as he nodded, chuckling a bit.

“You can take that polearm I gave you and test how it feels to strike at an opponent, if you’re so inclined.”

Without really thinking, you circled him, running your fingertips along the wall of impenetrable energy surrounding him.

You could feel the crackling geo resonating through your fingertips, meeting your own elemental energy in a tentative spark that shot shivers up your arms and down your spine. You’d never really focused on elemental energies before, but it was like now you could see it in everything, feel it course through your body like the blood in your veins.

Even without interacting with any other vision users like this, you could instantly tell that Zhongli was incredibly powerful. The elemental energy surrounding him was almost blinding, and the crackle of his shield under your fingertips was like a gust of pure power being blown through your nervous system.

“Is every person with a vision like this?” You murmured, knocking your knuckles against the shield and meeting pure resistance.

“Like what?” You weren’t expecting him to answer you, you hadn’t even really realized you were speaking out loud.

You stepped back, your face heating up. “Ah, I mean… your energy, it’s really— it’s really intense.”

You looked up at him to watch him quirk a brow down at your words, which made you stammer and run your hands over your face in exasperation at yourself.

“What I mean— I mean your Elemental energy. I’ve never… I’ve never really paid attention before, or maybe never saw it before I got my vision— but focusing on you now, it’s really… powerful.” You watched as the shield rotated around him in awe, the energy swirling and glowing in the sunlight. “It’s really beautiful.”

The words left your mouth before you even thought to hold them back, and you felt the heat in your face travel up to your ears.

“Beautiful?” Zhongli said, a hint of teasing in that smooth voice of his.

You spluttered, and without thinking summoned your polearm, gripping the pole tightly in your hands, holding it in front of you defensively.

“That offer to whack it is still on the table, yes?” You stammered.

“Perhaps we should further discuss how you visualize the Elemental energy around us, yes? I’m very Intrigued about your—“ his tone really was teasing now, and you couldn’t handle another second of it or you’d explode.

”AHBAHBAP—“ you blurted out, taking a step back to charge at him in your fluster. “Less talking, more whacking!”

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Over the last few months, you seemed to be developing and adapting to new routines very quickly, whereas your life before Liyue felt so sedimentary, so stale and monotonous.

Your new daily routines were busy, schedule packed and lively, forcing more social interaction on yourself than you’d had in years past.

You would wake, make your way to the terrace to do your morning prayers, have tea with Madame Ping, wave good morning to Zhongli and Hu Tao as they opened up the funeral parlor before heading home to open the store.

You weren’t sure about hiring some help with the shop, but Madame Ping had asked for a favor, so now one of her disciples, a little girl by the name of Yaoyao came by three times a week to help you tend to the greenhouse and greet customers. It was supposedly part of her training, though you weren’t really sure what she was training for.

Her assistance did come in very handy though, and you weren’t complaining. the customers loved her, the plants loved her, and business was doing well enough that you could send her home with a decent little bag of mora at the end of the week, even though she would always try to refuse. It had taken you saying that you would be very upset to see her go unrewarded for all her hard work, and of course she didn’t want to do anything to make you sad.

During those three day intervals, you would close up the storefront in the early evenings, entrusting the care of the greenhouse chores to little Yaoyao, even going as far as to get her a little key cut for the side entrance so she could lock up when she was finished.

The reason? Zhongli had personally offered to train you more, help you hone your new power into usable skill.

After his impromptu lesson in the mountains, you surely thought he would be done with you, only showing you the basics out of the goodness of his heart, so you didn’t make a fool of yourself or injure anyone around you.

But no— he was taking three evenings out of his week to spar with you, and help you learn how to wield the power of geo.

This week he chose Yaoguang Shoal as your location, most likely because last week you said it might be nice to train by the sea sometime. You hadn’t really thought he’d take much consideration into your words, seeing as he favored the more mountainous regions, but there you were anyway— the spray of salt and wind battering your skin as you laughed and kicked up sand under Zhongli’s watchful eye.

After a few weeks of this, you were starting to gain a little more confidence, and you could tell that Zhongli was slowly increasing the pressure on you during sparring, each day his posture slightly more tense, his moves just a little faster than before.

You parried his strike with a move you’d been trying to perfect since last week. You were successful, but you winced as an ache wracked through your elbow, sliding back and lowering your weapon to signal that you weren’t continuing.

“Good!” Zhongli said as you parried the strike, but his gaze landed heavily on you as you rubbed your sore arm. “Though you’re still taking in too much force with your elbows and wrists, you’ll injure yourself if you keep that form.”

You huffed, standing in position again, going through the motions of the move slowly like he taught you, but you could tell you were still screwing it up.

Zhongli made his way closer as he watched your increasing frustration. He circled around you and watched you from behind for a moment. You weren’t exactly paying attention to him until you felt his presence extremely close— the heat radiating from him making the hairs on the back of your neck prickle.

”Here, my apologies, but may I touch you for a moment?” His voice rumbled behind you, making your cheeks flush. It was Zhongli— it was Zhongli. The question, no matter how suggestive your stupid brain wanted to perceive it, was nothing but innocent. It was Zhongli. It was innocent.

“Yes.” You said, the word sounding a bit warbled in your fluster, but he leaned in anyways.

“You're taking the force of each blow here—“ his hands reached around, touching your wrists gently where you held the spear in a loose defensive stance, diagonal in front of you. He moved his fingers slowly to cup his hands under your elbows, murmuring, “And here.” You could feel the warmth of his chest pressing against your back.

He’s helping you visualize the faults in your form, nothing more.

“Let the full strength of your arms catch the blows,” his index fingers tapped from the crook of the inside of your arm and dragged up for biceps to your shoulders. “Let it come here, and steady it—“ his hands suddenly left your shoulders and you nearly jumped as one hand placed firmly over your abdomen, the other pressing against your back in the same position. “Steady it here, in your core.”

You felt your abdomen tighten on reflex, only half heartedly acknowledging the fact that his hands were so big that they nearly spanned the entirety of your stomach, from just below your breastband to what would most likely stretch past your navel if he spread his fingers wider.

“Good, just like that.” He said as he felt your abdomen tense.

He’s just helping you visualize the correct form, nothing more. Get your mind out of the gutter, you disgusting excuse for a human being.

“You already carry your stance very well, your legs are always steady but you retain the fluidity to pivot and move without being too stiff, which is wonderful.”

His hands left you as he circled back in front of your gaze, and you found yourself missing their warmth for only a moment before you saw him ready his spear, taking an offensive stance.

“We will do this as many times as you need to feel satisfied, so please do not push yourself. Breathe with the motions, focus on where the impact is going.”

Your guts twisted up at his words, and if you could run into the ocean and disappear without looking like an idiot, you probably would.

Shaking off your degenerate thoughts, you nodded, readying yourself as you prepared to try and use the advice he’d just so thoughtfully given you while you were off in celestia fantasizing about his hands.

He moved, and so did you. He was kind enough to come at you with the same motions as before, so you could easily move with the same rhythm to focus on the parry itself.

Both hands, firm grip. Watch the swing of the blade, brace— shoulders, biceps, core— push, follow through, and back!

You stepped back, eyes wide as you felt a pleasant ache in your muscles from being used, but no pain or stinging in your elbows or wrists.

Zhongli smiled, twirling his pole arm around and readying himself once more. “Incredible, now again!”

The next thirty minutes flew by in a flurry of clanging metal and heavy breaths, mostly your own. He certainly kept you on your toes, coming on the offensive before suddenly prompting you to attack, taking each of your clunky blows with practiced ease and barely a flutter of his lashes.

It was during one of these switch ups, where you were on the offensive, when you worked up the nerve to ask a question that’d been eating at you for many weeks now.

“Zhongli,” you said, striking at his pole arm and taking the reverb of his parry with a back step. “Why did you decide to train me?”

“I’ve not formally trained someone in a very long time,” he said, gracefully side stepping a strike. “I rather enjoy it.”

”No,” you said, taking a cheap swipe at his feet, only to watch him anticipate the move in its entirety, jumping back and smiling at you like you’d just brought him a cup of tea. “Why did you decide to train me, of all people?”

“I enjoy spending time with you.” He said simply, eyes glittering as you stumbled, stopping in your tracks before even attempting to strike again.

You gaped at him, completely unbelieving.

“What, is it so obscene to imagine I enjoy spending time with a dear friend?”

“I didn’t t-think,” you sputtered, holding your spear in front of you. “I didn’t think that you…”

He gave you a teasing sort of frown, as if a little saddened by your words, and crossed his arms over his chest, letting his pole arm disappear in a little flutter of sparkles.

“Come now, you think after sharing that many late night pots of tea with you, that I wouldn’t consider you a friend?” He clicked his tongue against his teeth, shaking his head. Reprimanding, teasing, in that poise way that he did, in that way that made you take it a little easier than if others were to do the same. “Should I be offended that you think so lowly of me?”

Your heart lurched, and you gasped out a quick “no, wait!’ As you let your spear disappear as well, running up to stand in front of him.

“It’s.. it’s not anything that you did, it's just…” you look up at him, only meeting that gentle gaze that makes you feel so comfortable, it's so familiar, though you’ve spent so much time around him now that it shouldn’t seem odd, but his mere presence made you feel safe somehow, like you could tell him anything.

You cringed, deciding to just come out and say it.

“I’m sure you’ve noticed, but I have a— I have a habit of not thinking very highly of myself.” You looked down at your feet, kicking up the sand glimmering in the evening sunset, turning the pale grains a brilliant shade of orange in its glory.

”I think a part of me always believed I was unworthy of being someone important to you— of being your friend.”

You felt a gentle pressure at your chin, and raised your head to see Zhongli’s hand outstretched, tilting your gaze up to meet his own.

It reminded you of the first time you ever saw him, how the sunrise brightened the warm hues of his entire being, making his eyes blaze like pools of liquid gold.

The pink and purpling sunset over the ocean had the same effect, and the molten amber bore down on you with the weight of something untold— his gaze was so heavy.

You found yourself thinking once more that he looked like royalty, like a deity, blessing the ground where he stood. He radiated power, that much you knew by now.

“If anything, I feel as though I am unworthy of being someone so important to you,” he says, and your heart nearly topples out of your chest and into your shaking hands.

“I know I cannot erase everything that troubles you, but please, never doubt yourself when it comes to me. I do nothing that I do not wish to do, spend my days with no one I do not wish to spend them with.”

You felt pressure behind your eyes, his face starting to blur and warp in the beautiful colors illuminating him.

“In my core, I am a very selfish man, one might even say rather spoiled, stubborn as stone. No one will ever have the ability to force me to do anything I do not wholeheartedly wish to do. That is how I spend my days. Not out of charity, or pity, or bribery. Simply because I want to.”

You’re sure you’re nearly vibrating now, eyes welling up with unshed tears as you soak in his words. The heat from his fingers still holding your chin.

“Even if you still doubt yourself, I shall never give you a reason to doubt me. Do you understand?”

You nodded, blinking away the fat tears and cringing as they rolled down your face. He clicked his tongue again, making a cooing sort of sound that one might make when consoling a crying child. Despite the way it made your cheeks burn, it was comforting nonetheless.

His hand left your face, and your shoulders slumped as you cried, too overwhelmed to be embarrassed any further.

“Now, may I hold such a dear friend to comfort her?”

You nodded again, wrapping your arms around his waist as he pulled you close, holding you tightly to his chest. A whisper of his lips pressed against the top of your head as he hushed you, his warm hands running across your back in soothing motions as he murmured encouragement and soothing little nothings.

He smelled like the mountains even still, like amber and tea and safety. His embrace was so familiar, so warm, it soothed your worried heart and allowed you to just breathe in relief. He never wavered, never moved to let go, just let you take comfort from him until you were ready to be without it.

You didn’t think you’d ever be ready.

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noisyquokka · 7 months

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Lifetimes Before

PAIRING - Chan x GN!Reader

SYNOPSIS - Sometimes all your soul needs is a quiet night with your Lover, something that always feels familiar to you that you can't quite put a finger on.

WORDCOUNT - 2k

WARNINGS - Domestic Fluff, Established Relationship, dancing with this man under the stars? sign me up!!

A/N - I've had this idea stuck in my head for a while now, so I thought I'd finally get it out. Giggled, kicked my feet, twirled my hair whilst writing this and now I wish I could dance with my girlfriend... Anyway Happy Chan day, everybody!!🥰🎉

The wood creaks beneath your weight as you descend the staircase, halting at the second-last step and leaning over the railing. You scan the open space in search of your Lover, ears perking at the melody floating about the first floor. Something far older than the two of you, with elements of blues, swing, big band. A man with the vocals of silk and lace, a warm embrace. Nat King Cole. It's a record you're familiar with, one you can imagine your grandparents listening to in their late 20s. It's something that fits a quiet Sunday evening, the spices from a homecooked meal wafting through the house as the family sits down to eat. Something that fits this quiet Sunday evening.

The chosen vinyl spins on the turntable, soundwaves moving you like nothing else can. You skip down the last few steps, turning towards the back patio with a furrowed brow. There's a faint glow shining through the door's glass, fighting its way through the sheer curtains hanging from them; a pathetic excuse for privacy. But you find the golden glow of a sunset too good to pass up most days, the rays bleeding through the hallway, running up the walls like untamed flames in a campfire.

Ah, that glow… one of crackling wood and all-encompassing heat.

A smile pulls at the corners of your lips, your slippers padding across the runner in the hall as you pull the door open. Chan's back is to you, tending to the fire in the freestanding pit. Daylight is fading, the tree tops along your property rimmed in the amber glow of late Summer. The northern breeze assaults the fabric on your person, greeting the bare skin beneath with a sweet kiss of chills. You step out anyway, patio bricks smooth underfoot, and clear your throat. The man's shoulders tense only for a moment, straightening up as he turns to you. That familiar look of affection adorns his face.

"So what's this, then?" You gesture to the fire, the buzzing stereo inside. It's romantic beyond measure, and even as you know the events that are about to unfold, you play coy. "You call me down here for what, exactly?"

"Leave the door open," He says, waving you over with a wag of his fingers. You oblige, unable to hold back your smile as you close in on the sight before you. The mess of curls atop his head move with him, his focus on nothing else but you as you cross the space from the entrance to the patio. The closer you get, the wider Chan's smile gets until you're greeted by those dimples, the fire light washing over the elusive divots as he turns back to the horizon awash in a blaze of vibrant hues. Orange, violet, yellowish-pink.

You stop behind him, feeling the warmth of the fire spill over the broadness of his shoulders. He chuckles when your arms slink around his waist, tightening as you rest your cheek at the space between his shoulder blades. You take a deep breath, closing your eyes. The patio door sways open further with the breeze, the sound of the stereo mingling with the crackles and pops of dry wood. It's almost like the sands in the hourglass stop out here, every single time. If only…

Chan's fingers slip under one of your hands, linking your fingers together to pull you around to his side. The song that's playing ends, and you recognize the next instantly. Those fingers squeeze around yours in a nonverbal question, and Chan follows up with a verbal one.

"May I?"

"Do you even have to ask?"

"I'm just being a gentleman." He insists, pulling you closer with a gentle hand. His other hand settles at your waist, taking the lead in this three-step on this chilly evening. And you follow with no complaints, bringing your opposite hand up to rest on his shoulder. Nat King Cole begins his silken performance from inside.

Three little words,

Oh what I'd give for that wonderful phrase,

To hear those three little words,

That's all I'd live for the rest of my days,

His grip on you is firm but comfortable, there to keep you close even as he knows you're not going anywhere. The two of you ease into that familiar swing and sway, so used to being soul partners in this backyard oasis where the only wandering eyes are the wildlife that slinks through the shadows and the stars that have yet to make their appearance tonight. Moving together as one, sharing the same space as Chan pulls you in so your back is to his chest.

And what I feel in my heart,

They tell sincerely,

No other words can tell it half so clearly,

His voice rumbles in his chest, swaying you back and forth as he softly serenades you in his arms. You're smiling, lashes fluttering at such a serene and calming voice, the lyrics carrying you on wings of sound as you step in time with the music. And oh, does that voice hold nothing but the strongest affection for the one he's singing to. It erupts butterflies within your chest.

Chan unfurls you from his embrace, your fingers interlocking again as you step backward, shifting your weight to your left foot and coming back to center. It's hard not to smile, something so natural to the both of you - a waltz between two Lovers in firelight as your bodies flow like a river - when you've been here a number of times. The instrumentals fill the air between you both, floating out of the warmly lit home and into the night.

Three little words,

Eight little letters,

Which simply mean I love you.

Chan's voice fills your ears again as he spins you around the patio, the chill creeping under your shirt. Even so, you feel nothing but warmth radiating from the man that's swinging you around like this is the most fun he's had in all his lifetimes. He pushes you away, shifting his left foot back before strong arms are pulling you back into him. Your laughter echoes through the trees, and you let your head fall back in bliss. You bite your lip as he presses a kiss to your chin.

"Am I doin' this right?" His breath is soft on your neck, arms slipping to the small of your back while yours find their resting place at his shoulders. You're much too close to properly dance, so Chan guides you into a slow and simple sway, shifting your weight from your left foot to your right.

"You're the dancer, Christopher," You reply, tilting your head to lock eyes with the man, "shouldn't you know?" A soft smile takes over your lips as you let your eyes linger on his in the warmth of the fire.

"I was referring to my execution," He gestures to the romantic setting he'd created with a smirk. "but from the look on your face, I'm guessing I've done alright."

You chuckle, blinking as your fingers find the hair at the nape of his neck. Your gaze flits around the backyard, seemingly judging the choices he'd made. The wind kicks up now, rustling the changing leaves that sway along their branches with you two below. The flames crackle with the intrusive whispers of air, embers glowing as they travel on the wind's current like fireflies. Your focus come back to those warm amber eyes, licking your lips.

"I'd say so." You murmur, leaning in to press a kiss to the corner of his mouth. Chan grins at that, lifting you with ease and twirling you around, the two of you moving in a smooth circle. You squeal at his movements, eyes wide for the slightest second as the pads of your fingers dig into his shoulders. But then you hear him giggle and you're being brought back down just enough that his lips can find yours. You hum contentedly into the kiss, lashes fluttering against your ever heating cheeks.

And what I feel in my heart,

They tell sincerely,

No other words can tell it half so clearly,

He sets you back to your feet and without missing a beat, you're back in step with little effort. Your body moves in time with Chan's and his with yours, each step blending into the next. The intuitive tells and the way you understand each other's bodies is an artform, with a level of cohesion that defies all logic. Like two halves of a whole, your souls intertwined in a way that's otherworldly. Attuned to the natural rhythm of one another, every step, every touch. It's something learned over lifetimes. It's an enchanting feeling; an experience you could live in for eternity if only you get to experience it with his soul in every single life beyond this one.

Three little words,

Eight little letters,

Which simply mean I love you,

He spins you away again, lyrics dancing on the tip of his tongue. The man's voice is like a soft, melodic lullaby, it's smooth and soothing tones washing over you. The breeze and the fire craft a tranquil and romantic atmosphere as you sway your hips with the music. The flames cast a glow across Chan's face, dancing over bare skin as he draws you back into him, foreheads bumping softly. He brings a hand up to cup your cheek, thumb brushing fervently at the warm skin. Time moves slowly in this moment, lasting an eternity as you breathe each other in. You could've sworn this song is only about two minutes long.

"Simply mean I love you."

He sings the last line softly, a wide grin taking over his face. You mirror that grin, unable to hold back as your heart beats heavy in your chest. Two pairs of eyes stare for a long moment, taking in every feature, every imperfection, everything. Nothing but a heart palpitating love in those gazes, melting into one another. There's love.

"I love you."

It's said at the same time, soft chuckles vibrating through warm chests. His breath lightly fans over your cheeks, the hand at your back coming to rest at your hip. He tilts your head up just enough, the softness of his lips meeting yours in another gentle kiss. You're still slightly swaying as the next song plays in the background, your senses tuned into him as you feel the chill on your skin, the scent of burning wood, the taste of Chan's lips on yours.

You dance until the fire begins to die, your bodies intertwined and foreheads resting against each other. Until the vinyl is finished playing, giving way to the chorus of night insects that still sing this close to the start of Autumn. The embers burn away, cooling into white ash as starlight takes over, the moon's soft luminescence illuminating the two of you. And even after all is quiet, you stay in Chan's arms, the warmth of his skin and his voice a gentle comfort.

You know you have work in the morning, but enveloped in your Lover's arms, you don't see yourself finding the willpower to rush back inside to go to bed. Not when everything feels as it should. Heartbeats in sync, two souls sharing such a profound connection that poets of old could only weave into the fabric of humanity's web with their weathered scribes.

You see their gazes now, in the twinkling of the stars above, beautiful and serene. A creation all their own. The scene brings a smile to their shimmering faces, that you know every inch of the man beside you. Every inch of his body, every movement, every sound. There is nothing that Chan does that you don't already know. Your love runs deeper than flesh and bone, deeper than the vastness of galaxies. It's a love that runs to the very essence of your two souls. A love that has lasted lifetimes before this one and will last for lifetimes after.

The hours pass, but you don't rush back inside to sleep. There is no hurry, no need.

You are where you're supposed to be, in the arms of the man you love.

Psst!! If you made it this far, thank you for taking the time to read my work 💕 I appreciate you!

#stray kids #bang chan #stray kids x reader #skz x you #bang chan x reader #skz #bang chan fluff #chan x reader #skz soft hours #skz chan #bang chan imagines #stray kids fluff #gn!reader #x gender neutral reader #quokkawritings🌻

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imyourbratzdoll · 9 months

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oh… I’m begging you… just begging to please send this in as a request… I’m horny and now I wanna make it come to life😭🥺//

I knew you would like it 🤭

Can i request this fic?

"Okay so the reader wakes up cause there's a storm outside and she's scared of thunders, she goes downstairs and Steve and Bucky are watching a match while drinking their beers.

They start cuddling her a bit to let her fall asleep again but she's too scared so they think of a way to relax her

They bring her in her bedroom again and after pit her in the middle, they start sucking and licking her nipples while they play with her puffy clit and her wet hole

She's so relaxed after that she doesn't realize that they are using her to let some dtress out themself while she sleeps"

Of course they'll praise her a lot, cause she's their little obedient dumb baby🥹

-🌻

hey baby, I hope you like this.

connected to this fic - lavender dream

summary - you are scared of thunder and quickly find comfort in your stepfather and step-uncle's arms.

warning - smut, stepcest, fingering, nipple play, somnophilia, swearing.

18+ only please, the gif I use isn’t mine, divider by @newlips

You whimper when the sound of thunder can be heard from outside your window, cuddling your knees close to you as you cry. You were supposed to be sleeping, but the sound had woken you, and you could no longer get back to sleep, too scared. You quickly stumble out of your bed and outside your room, going downstairs and toward the loungeroom, where you can hear your stepfather and Bucky watching the game. You squeal when another rough sound of thunder rumbles through the house, quickening your pace. You hug your stuffed bunny close to your chest as you stand in the room's entryway, staring at the relaxed men with tears in your eyes.

“Sweetie, what’s wrong?” Steve quickly diverts his attention to you, patting his thigh. “C’here, baby.” You stumble over to him, quickly jumping onto his lap and burying your face into his chest, squealing as you hear the thunder again, and that’s when Steve understands, and he rubs his hand up and down your back. “Oh, baby. Are you scared of the thunder?” You nod, clinging to him. “There’s nothing to be scared about, baby.” He looks over at his best friend. “Isn’t that right, Buck?”

Bucky scoots closer, resting his hand on your lower back. “It’s true, doll.” He strokes your hair out of your face. “We’re here, doll. Why don’t you try and go back to sleep?”

They pull you close, rubbing your body and whispering soothing words. You whine, wiggling against them. “Don’ wanna! Too scary.”

Steve sighs slightly. “Okay, baby. Buck, can you…” He nods toward the tv, and Bucky nods back, pausing it as Steve stands with your legs wrapped around him and begins to walk out of the room and up the stairs. Bucky follows closely behind. “We’re going to relax you, baby. Make sure you won't be scared of the thunder anymore.” Steve and Bucky enter your room, and he places you down in the middle of your bed. Both men crawl on either side of you. “Close your eyes, baby. Bucky and I are here.”

You whimper, “Okay, daddy…” You close your eyes and relax into your pillow, feeling goosebumps erupting on your body as they slide your nightie up, placing kisses along your flesh before making their way to your hardened nipples. You softly whine as they flick their tongues against them before gently wrapping their lips around them and sucking. You feel their hands moving between your legs and sigh and moan as they connect to your dripping hole. Bucky plays with your puffy clit while Steve pushes a finger into your sopping hole, curling them, growing hard as a soft whimper escapes your lips.

You feel a fuzzy feeling take over you, listening to them as you are pulled deep into slumberland.

“Such a good girl, baby.”

“Doing so good for us, doll.”

“Fuck you feel good, always a good little obedient dumb baby for us.”

They use you, playing with your puffy cunt, licking and sucking every part of you. Their hands are all over your body, focusing on you and ignoring their throbbing members. You are pulled into a deep sleep, finally relaxing against the bed as your juices flow out of you and cover your stepfather and step-uncle.

thank you for reading!

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arminsumi · 11 months

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Hello! I saw you reposted the fluff prompts again and I have an idea here and a song recommendation which is Days of Blues by Sons of Maria. Can I request the prompt “Reacting to seeing you naked for the first time”, but the only difference was it was actually Y/N accidentally seeing Eren naked for the first time, but he didn’t care if it was her? Thank you so much! - 🌻

Darling Sunflower! Good to see you again, hope you're well 💕

"Reacting to seeing him naked for the first time"

Prompt 3 | MDNI | Eren | ♪

You walk in on Eren changing, but he doesn't seem to mind at all.

⚠️Cws; nudity, suggestive content

Notes; gn!reader, college au

It was movie night at your friend's dorm house, and you trotted over especially early because you heard Eren was going to be home.

Sure, you loved Saturday movie night, but if Eren was there, it was way more enjoyable. Sometimes you'd cross paths with him in the kitchen, and end up chatting the night away together.

It became a thing for you two to get carried away with talking in the kitchen over cups of coffee. Eren felt like he could really relax in your company; you had something wonderful about you. There was always a serene atmosphere in the kitchen.

This time, though, when you steal away to the kitchen, you notice Eren doesn't come around. So you quickly poked your head around the corner, and heard the pitter-pattering sound from the shower upstairs.

You glumly return to the movie with your friend, I guess Eren's busy, you think to yourself.

By the time the intermission rolls around, you're eager to get up and find an excuse to go upstairs.

"I've got to use the bathroom." You tell your friend. They're stretching their whole body out, and barely nod in response.

You take to the foyer and ascend the stairs. The scent of freshly used shampoos and body washes wafts out of the bathroom. Eren's door is right next to it, slightly ajar.

Without much thought, you trot over to his door and knock on it, making your way in.

"Eren?" You call out his name.

Your eyes quickly find him; clad in nothing, standing in the center of his room. He's toweling his wet hair.

The fairy lights in his room are the only source of light; they show off his toned body; all the dips and curves of his physique seem emphasized. His body completely captures your attention for a second.

You sputter out hasty apologies. Eren looks at you undisturbedly.

"I don't mind." He says nonchalantly.

"O-oh? Okay. Well... I'll be downstairs... are you joining us for movie night?"

Eren shrugs, "I'll see. I'd rather just hang with you alone, if I'm being honest."

You feel your heart pang in your chest, as if it's right under the surface of your skin instead of deep inside your body.

Whenever he spoke, you swore his voice lured your heart. It was deep and smooth, like a rolling tide at night.

"Well... I'll see you for some midnight coffee as usual, then?" You chuckle nervously.

"Yeah, definitely." He winks.

You feel pleasantly lightheaded, like you've spun around too many times in a meadow. "M'kay, see you later!" you squeak happily, and leave his room.

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fic-over-cannon · 5 months

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Jason would look so pretty under fairy lights.

You’re walking home together after a dinner date. There’s a park across the street with a winter illumination event for the holiday season. Trees are wrapped in warm white lights, light strands forming little canopies over the park paths. If you squint, it’s as though all the stars have been brought down to earth just for the two of you. There’s only a little snow on the ground, but the light reflects off of it, coating everything in a sort of golden cast.

Jason is brilliant. His eyes shift between a gorgeous blue-green in the half light. The white streak in his hair stands out a little more than usual. The popped collar of his jacket frames his face with soft shadows. The tiredness under his eyes and the tightness in his jaw are smoothed over. He looks young, the weight he usually carries with him forgotten, just a young man walking his sweetheart home.

Without realizing it you stop moving forward, caught in the trap of his beauty. Jason notices, because he notices everything about you, and turns back. Pulls you closer with an arm slung low around your back. Cups your face with one hand, thumb making slow passes over your cheekbone. He looks at you in such wonder, as though you’re the most precious thing he’s ever seen. Silly boy, doesn’t he know he’s the most important thing in the world?

#jason todd my beloved #sunnie writes 🌻#jason todd x you #jason todd x reader #jason todd x y/n #snack fic #tooth rotting fluff

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souyasbabyy · 2 years

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your instagram while dating ran

I'M BACK YAAAAAY AND WITH RAN! ran is FINALLY here!!!! he has been requested to me 100 times and i'm not even joking LJEFINGDGNEAH i love y'all though so here it finally is even though i took an eternity to do it (i wanted to tag everyone that requested him to me but i lost everythink in my askbox :/)

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y/n: the lady after us hates us

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ran_haitani: LAZLMRJERA

izan_a: why?

└ y/n: she was yelling at us to come out

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y/n: i love you too i guess

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ran_haitani: wdym you guess?

└ y/n: 🤷‍♀️

h4nma__: i could be a better boyfriend than him

└ ran_haitani: dude? remove your ass from my gf's mention and her dms too

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y/n: 🤐

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mad_shi0n: bro caught simping

└ ran_haitani: laugh 'til you can

└ mad_shi0n: you're gonna tie my shoelaces?

└ y/n: BAHAHHAHAEHFGEI

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y/n: i wanted him to dress up as ghostface FOR ME and he was just scaring kids, men this days

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rin_doou: it's on you, you could see it coming

└ y/n: 😔

ran_haitani: don't act like you weren't laughing the entire time

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y/n: 🎆

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rin_doou: YOU GOT THERE WITHOUT ME

└ y/n: you were sleeping

└ ran_haitani: deadass snoring

└ rin_doou: i hate you two

└ ran_haitani: you know that's not true

#mel 🌻#tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers imagine #tokyo revengers headcanon #tokyo revengers fluff #tokyo revengers smau #ran smau #ran headcanon #ran x reader #tokyo revengers ran #ran haitani #ran and rindou #ran haitani x reader #ran haitani imagine

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bakugoyelling · 1 year

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Trick or Treat

Tamaki Amajiki x Reader (Dad! Tamaki x Mom! Reader)

Warnings: Babies/kids, family fluff, and a teeny tiny bit of suggestive talk.

Word Count: 1.5 K

Summary: Wearing matching costumes, your family celebrates Halloween by giving out candy.

Halloween is just around the corner, and while yours and Tamaki’s daughter is only a year old and a bit too young to take out trick or treating — she's too cute not to dress up.

He can tell you’re excited to have your little one join in on the fun this year. Handing out candy on the spooky holiday has been something the two of you have done for quite some time. Although usually, you’re the one to answer the door, prancing over to the entryway as you greet bunches of excited children, complimenting their costumes while tossing king-size candy bars into their bags.

Tamaki would occasionally answer, but you’d still be beside him, using the opportunity to show off your coordinating outfits — an angel and a devil, an evil nurse, and her patient — you even once dressed as Morticia and Gomez Addams. That one was definitely a favorite; Tamaki pulled off a mustache quite well.

And this year, you’ll add a new costume to the books.

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A few weeks later, when Halloween finally rolls around, you can��t keep the smile off your face as you prepare for the night, sorting through accessories as Tamaki dresses your baby in her onesie — a pair of blue wings attached to the fabric.

"Oh, look, here's her headband," you hand your husband the faux antennas and watch in delight as her look becomes complete, her round cheeks and tiny ponytail making her the most adorable butterfly ever.

After she’s dressed up, you and Tamaki don costumes to match. His is a fairly simple version, all-black attire with a pair of wings and an antenna headband of his own — matching colors with your daughter. Kissing him on the cheek, you thank him for always going along with your ideas.

"Well, it's kinda fun when we do it together," he says with a shrug. "If it were just me, it would be weird,"

Chuckling at your husband, you shake your head in amusement, “I mean, maybe...but,” you lean towards him and murmur. “I'd still stop by to get a treat,”

Patting his shoulder, you laugh as he side-eyes you for the innuendo, heading off to the kitchen so you can fill the candy bowl — feeling his gaze on you the entire time. He'll have to remind you about that treat a little later.

But for now, it's candy time. And as the sun begins to set, the three of you prepare to show off this year's costumes, the streets of your neighborhood filling with excitement.

Watching through the window, Tamaki keeps an eye out for anyone dressed too spooky, noting when to keep your sweet baby away from the front entryway in case she gets scared. Other than that, she and her dad make an appearance for the visitors every so often. Sometimes you even answer the door with her in your arms, gasping and softly murmuring, "Look at all the pretty costumes," when a group of princesses show up.

Eyeing their glittery garments, she smiles, shyly cuddling up to you when one of the kids compliments her butterfly wings. The parents of the children can’t help but politely giggle at her behavior, muttering about how cute she is.

Just like her daddy, you think to yourself while smiling, responding with a kind, “No problem,” as the parents thank you for their children's treats, heading off to fill their bags even more.

Throughout the evening, your doorbell continues to ring aplenty. A variety of kids dressed for the occasion, standing on your porch each time, excited to receive candy from you.

Even Kirishima stops by with his young ones, a cheery chuckle leaving his lips when you open the door. Your antenna headband bobbing as you greet him, your wings dazzling beneath the light as Tamaki and the baby stand close behind you — the three of you looking like the most remarkable group of butterflies the man has ever seen.

"Man, you Amajikis always have the best costumes, I swear!" his sharp teeth emit into a beaming grin as he waves to your bright-eyed baby — her wrist rotating in response, waving back at the familiar hero.

“Well, thank you! You guys look awesome too! I love the hair,”

“Yeah, you guys look cool,” Tamaki says from beside you while tossing an extra candy bar into Kirishima’s kid’s bags, their eyes lighting up as they look at each other in shock — thrilled at not only getting one full-sized candy bar but two.

“Thank you, Mr. Amajiki!” they shout in unison, bouncing on the balls of their feet.

“You’re welcome,” he replies, smiling as they step back.

With their candy secured, the Kirishima family say their goodbyes, waving as they walk away.

And while Tamaki doesn’t mind making appearances for his friends, he does prefer to stay back most of the night. But while you’re busy with the baby, there are times when he’s the only one that can answer the door. So he does. And it’s not the kids that make him anxious — they’re usually pretty quiet. No, it's the gasping moms complimenting his costume; that has him wanting to hide.

“A butterfly! Aww, how cute!”

“Oh my gosh, he has antennas too!”

“Oh, uh... thank you,” he nervously mutters as the women continue to swoon, hurriedly dropping a candy bar into each of their kid’s bags so the encounter can be over with and he can shut the door — returning to his preferred spot behind the scenes.

"Wow, he's got the big candy bars!! Thank you, beautiful butterfly man!"

With the treats quickly delivered, Tamaki politely nods to the friendly mothers, and as soon as the coast is clear, he returns to the living room.

“Sounds like you had some admirers,” you joke with your husband, and he dramatically sighs, flopping onto the couch as your daughter walks over to him, grabbing onto the cushions to guide herself.

“Yeah, I guess you could say that,” he mumbles, his eyes cast down to your little one as she makes her way beside him — her steps a bit wobbly but still determined.

"Come on,” Tamaki says, scooping her into his hold and placing her on his lap. “Let’s go back to being a chrysalis,"

Their antenna headbands bob as he presses their foreheads together, his hair tickling her nose, causing her to break out in a joyful giggle.

Trick or Treat!!

But the muffled sound of more children at the door has Tamaki lifting his head, eyes pleading for you not to make him answer it this time.

"Don't worry. I got it,” you chuckle while grabbing the candy bowl from the coffee table.

Opening the door, you’re greeted by a group of two, one boy and one girl. They appear to be siblings, and unlike other children that have visited you tonight, their bags look almost empty. They must have gotten a late start tonight, and as you peek out towards the rest of the neighborhood, you can see that most houses have turned off their porch light, signaling that they are no longer giving out treats. But fortunately, they're in luck.

“Ooo, a dinosaur and a cat! How cool,” you fawn over their costumes, and they smile, graciously thanking you one after the other.

“In fact,” you lean in as if the next part is a secret. “I think your costumes are so cool that I’m going to give you the rest of my candy,”

The two children look at you in awe, speechless expressions gracing their features as you nod, tossing handfuls of candy into their bags until your bowl is empty.

Simply amazed, the boy and girl can only giggle, repeatedly thanking you as they excitedly bounce in place until their mother swoops in to collect them, expressing her gratitude to you with a smile.

Happy to help, you wish the trio a goodnight, and with the last of the candy given out, you shut off your front porch light — Tamaki will be happy to hear that he won’t have to answer the door for the rest of the night.

"Good news," you sing, waving around the empty candy bowl as you enter the living room.

"That was all of it?" your husband hopefully asks.

"Yup, that was everything in the bowl," taking a seat beside him, you sigh, laying your head against his shoulder as your daughter leans into you, her tired eyes looking up at you.

“Now Dada doesn’t have to get the door anymore,”

“Hey, it was just those moms that made me nervous,” Tamaki defends himself, and you lightheartedly chuckle.

“I know, I know. But now all three of us can relax. And after we get our adorable butterfly to bed, we can have our own little treat,”

Meeting your gaze, Tamaki peers down at you. “You mean…”

“Mhmm,” you lean up to whisper into his ear. “I saved two candy bars for us,”

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A/N: There is so much joy in domestic fluff!! Thank you so much for reading. Let me know if you liked it, I love reading your kind comments, and I try my best to reply to them :o)

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