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maopll · 3 months

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Merry (early) Christmas! May I request Kaeya, Childe, Ayato, Neuvillette, and Wriothesley finding their s/o, who gets cold easily, wearing their jacket/coat?

Warm me up

# genshin impact !

⌗:, a/n: sorry for being away for a MONTH i was so stressed out from school... T-T and I AGAIN did add a lil bit spice for wrio. I can't stop myself.

⌗:, pairings: kaeya, childe, ayato, neuvillette & wriothesley w/ gn!reader

⌗:, extra: happy late Christmas I couldn't finish it because I was worn out </3

˗ˏˋ ꒰ KAEYA ꒱ ˎˊ˗

Its a little secret that none knows about. The coat he wears and what you wear on cold wintry days are his as well. It's quite noticeable but according to him, "Nobody's gonna know!". He goes crazy whenever he sees you wear his big coat. It makes you look so cozy...and soft...like a warm fireplace in winter morning which always have a welcoming feel to them.

The trip to Dragonspine was, as usual, extremely cold. The fire that Kaeya made from the dry firewood wasn't enough to keep you warm. "You want me to make the fire more big? I can find some more dry wood for you" He asked voice laced with concern. You knew that no matter how big the fire or enormous layers of cloth, you won't be able to keep yourself warm...unless Kaeya offers you his comfortably warm chest...and hands too.

As if able to understand your gaze since your shivering form really gave it away, he walked up and sat behind you. He wrapped his arm around your body gently and said, "Lay on me. It'll help you keep warm" you relaxed your body and brought your knees closer to yourself and making yourself feel at home. You heaved a sigh of relief as if you've finally been able to stop the piercing cold wind from affecting you any further. "Thank you Kaeya" he smiled at you, "As long as you're comfortable". He sealed the conversation with a kiss upon your forehead.

˗ˏˋ ꒰ CHILDE ꒱ ˎˊ˗

He has been born and brought up in Snezhnaya. A nation with only snowy landscape all around. Naturally he was quite well adjusted himself to the cold atmosphere of any place that you visit. While he should be having big long coats in such a dry and chilly climate, he refuses to wear it because, "You can't get this cold anywhere else! it's a test of courage!".

You had a cup of hot chocolate on your hand as you flipped through the pages of the book. The big bear blanket and the brightly lit fireplace did make you warm but not enough. You shivered "Brr...its really cold if only he was at home..." during the coldest of days you ache for his comforting presence and his big warm arms enveloping your body as you two cuddle in the plush couch often times drifting off to sleep unknowingly. You missed him so much that you quickly sprinted towards his closet and grabbed the biggest jacket of his. You scurried inside the multiple blankets and drew his big fluffy jacket around you. His familiar scent filled your senses. He smelled like the ocean, no matter how faint the scent was, it was refreshing.

....the door of the room opened, and the wooden floor dreaked beneath his boot-like-shoes. "Babe?" he quietly asked, hoping to receive an answer, but as soon as he was about to go find you, he saw you laying comfortably on your stomach with his big jacket enveloping you as you softly snored. He felt himself falling for you adorable antics all over again. He slowly picked you up in his arms and carried you to bed. He murmered, "Sweet dreams, sweetheart..." with a kiss.

˗ˏˋ ꒰ AYATO ꒱ ˎˊ˗

The ocean breeze can get quite chilly right? With the layers of clothes you had on you, the coat was barely enough to even keep the piercing cold win from making you whole body numb. Sure, you acted impulsively and decided to sit down near the railing. You started off into the vast ocean. Ayato wasn't here most of the time and your time of respite to soothe your heart from missing him. "He's taking care of matters....he will come back soon..." you mumbled and hugged your knees close.

You felt an already warm blanket being draped around your figure from the back. Looking at the delicate fabric and the seam's design you turned your head back a little too quickly. There he was...the one who you waited so long for...He chuckled softly seeing your bewildered face. "You'll catch a cold if you sit here in the cold like this with barely enough layers dearest" He kept his hand on your shoulder blades gently. "Ayato...I thought you'll come..." "Let's say I did a few little things here and there which allowed me to spend some more time."

You smiled at him sweetly and got down from thr railing. You intertwined your hands with his and with a peck on his cheek, " I missed you so much..."

˗ˏˋ ꒰ NEUVILLETTE ꒱ ˎˊ˗

"Not done yeeetttt?...." you slumped on the couch as you waited even longer for him.

With a chuckle, he said, "It's almost done... just a little bit longer, dear." Then soon he went to work and correct the piles of paperwork. He has been avoiding them for quite a while now, and it had to be done one day. He may be the cold and formal Iudex of Fontaine, but even he loses the grip on his stoic personality whenever he's with you.

The evenings are quite cold in Fontaine, and he saw how you tried to warm up your arms. You didn't want to disturb him since his pending work's deadline was tomorrow in the afternoon.

While you were busy staring into space, he wrapped his coat around you. "Hm? Suddenly?"

"I saw how you were trying to warm yourself up and I apologise. I can't be the one to warm you up but I hope my coat suffices?" He said chuckling, a hint of blush on his fair cheeks. You grinned from ear to ear, "It's quite enough Neuvi, thanks for caring about me so much" you cupped his cheeks gently with your hands.

"I love you" you said as you touched his forehead with yours. A sign of the utmost affection for one who is the Hydro Dragon Sovereign.

˗ˏˋ ꒰ WRIOTHESLEY ꒱ ˎˊ˗

"Sigh... I know it's cold, but that's no reason for you to stay under the covers... it's 9 pm, now how long do you plan to do it?"

Concern lacing his voice as he saw how you tried your best to warm up your feet with whatever you could find. "It's too cold and I can't keep bothering you for so long, you've got work to do" you tried to sound as if you were alright but in reality, fighting the cold was really taking out all your strength from you.

"Wait—" you felt the covers being lifted from your head. He swiftly carried you on his arms and ploped you on the plush couch. Upon inspecting your surroundings, you saw how he had prepared everything from A to Z... there was a warm tea, leg warmers and special fur on the couch, which was especially sold during winter and the fireplace. "Wriothesley? You prepared all this for me?" You spoke bewildered.

"Yes. All the things that will keep my beloved warm and happy while I'm unfortunately working, " he spoke gently, holding your hands. "Wow...looks like I won the lottery when I received a boyfriend," you said while ruffling his soft hair.

"It's good thank you... but" you smirked maybe something other than this can keep me more warm?" "What are you imply?— Oh...I see" he chuckled on realising your intention.

He slithered his hands on your thighs and seductively said, "I don't mind that warm treat on such a cold day"

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teastainedprose · 1 month

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homelander x fem!reader who RELIGIOUSLY sleeps with a stuffed animal (me and my 20 y/o giraffe with no stuffing in his neck are totally not projecting here)...

he spends the night at her place for the first time and sees it laying on her bed, he teases her for it but is also just slightly jealous because "why do you need this old thing when you've got me?"

"What the fuck is that?" There's equal parts distain and disbelief in Homelander's voice as he plucks up the red plush toy from your bed, turning it over in his hands as a frown tugs his lips down.

"A Charmander," You reply even if you know he has no idea what that is. You busy yourself with turning the covers down as you crawl into bed. Sighing, you Homelander's gaze flicks between you and the large plush toy of a sleeping cartoon creature, one brow lifting. "Ah, right." He rolls his eyes, lips twisting in distain as Homelander squeezes the stuffed animal between his hands. The sleepy placid smile never leaves the Charmander as he briefly sneers at it. "That clears everything up," Homelander quips before dropping the stuffed animal back onto the bed. "Didn't know I was fucking such a childish woman," he goes on with a tone that's almost playful. Almost. You're used to this. Homelander isn't the most mature man. "It's soft and comfy to cuddle." You grab the plush as you settle down in bed, already pulling the covers up over your shoulder as you tuck the stuffed animal in with you. It's your bed the two of you are sharing tonight. Your pillows. Your well-worn sheets and buttery soft blankets. Homelander's bed may be the height of luxury, but it couldn't beat your own for sheer creature comforts. A content sigh escapes you as you burrow down, tucking your chin atop the stuffed animal's head. The perfect pillow. "You're really going to sleep with that- That thing while I'm here?" Homelander asks, voice incredulous as he crawls in beside you. He's quick to tuck himself about your form, never leaving any room for you to breath. Homelander nuzzles into the crook of your neck a moment before settling his chin on your shoulder. His arms snake about your middle, tugging you flush against him as Homelander releases a sigh akin to a put upon dog.

Then he huffs. You can sense as much as see the glare he's giving the toy as you glance up to him.

"Are- Are you jealous of my Charmander?" "No," it's a petulant grumble as he turns to press his face back into your neck. He nuzzles again before his teeth graze the sensitive flesh there and then he bites. "M'just not interested in an audience." There's a growl to his voice and you swear he sounds territorial. Over a plushie. You laugh and the sound turns into a delighted shriek as Homelander moves over you, teeth clamping on your neck as his hands roam over your body. Somewhere along the way, Homelander makes sure to pluck your stuffed animal free of the covers to toss it onto the floor.

#haha guess what plushie I have in my bed #also Homelander can shove it #you can pry my plushies from my cold dead hands #also Pokemon is canon in The Boys verse #Hughie said so #which means Homelander COULD have grown up with Pokemon ;;~;;#homelander #homelander x reader #the boys #homelander writing #drabble #ask #anon ask #the boys fanfic #homelander x f!reader #x reader

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queenendless · 2 months

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COMFY BIRDY

A/n: OVER A MONTH WITH NO FICS ON HERE! MY BAD!

Neurotic, ADHD, depression, finishing other shows, writing other stuff on my other platforms, writers block, etc.

Imma still working on new stuff at snail's place though so there's still hope!

Now period stuff helps even when it's hell.

AU Keigo Takami/Hawks x Fem Adult Reader, already established relationship, period stuff kinda, implied mature stuff.

*PLEASE DON'T REPOST PLAGARIZE STEAL COPY MODIFY AND/OR TRANSLATE MY FANFIC WORK. RATHER REBLOG LIKE COMMENT AND FOLLOW PLS N THNX U.

A rare day for you to be out.

You wanted some fresh air.

That and you were out on a mission.

Drooping into the nearby merch store, your emotionally hormonal self searched for something in particular.

You needed something soft to squeeze on.

In the grand shop, multiple rows of displays featured merch from all walks of media surrounded you.

You spotted your target area in the far back.

Tsums, round pillows, and varying sized plushies.

From the students to even the villains.

Yet as you skimmed through the pro hero plushies, your eyes stopped on the one you wanted.

The one you wished was here in the flesh.

Because right now, you missed your precious birdie.

You were surprised you were unbothered as you sat down on the plush bench seating, lost in murky aching thoughts.

You felt warmth and the mixed scent of the wind and AXE body spray enveloping you from above.

“Eyo. I got your texts.”

Incognito with a hoodie, worn torn jeans and sneakers on, only those familiar folded red wings was the telltale sign aside from that voice.

“Needed my Kei. Plushie form was the backup plan.”

“You're on your period now, right? You shouldn't be pushing yourself too much. You should be relaxing back home and let me pick this up for you on my way back from work.”

The moment you started sniffling and whimpering he stiffened in worry and immediately embraced you. “Hey, what's wrong?”

“I'm a neurotic, emotionally depressed mess, Kei, that's what's wrong!” You weeped in his scarred neck.

He gently rubbed your trembling back and massaged your pulsing scalp, shushing you. “Angel, you're perfect, messy or otherwise.”

“No, I'm not!” You mewled.

“You are to me.”

He jumped as your legs kicked up to rest over his thighs, his chibi pressed between your bellies, as you mewled. “I missed you so much!”

He teared up at that, nuzzling his face into the side of your face showing. “I missed ya too. So, ya want me to buy ya little ol me then?”

You nodded, sniffling, “Yes.”

He pecked your red wet cheek. “How's about some warm chicken soup for dinner?”

You whined. “Ice cream too.”

“M'kay. Anything else?”

“Cuddles, kisses, and binge anime together for the rest of the day.” Your pouting self looked up to him.

“For you, kid, your word is my command~”

The transition from there to your safe haven gets fuzzy because you're as drained as you are affectionately snuggling into your partner's chest as he easily carried you and his plush the rest of the way.

In your shared humble abode, watching him strip out of his clothes was always such a tantalizing turn on for you, leaving him in just his slim boxers. Spotting his scars from his cheek to his neck to even his very back. Everything about him was too mesmerizing not to look away, especially in your current bodily state.

“The scars … the shorter cut hair … even your new twin red steel swords … is it weird I find you hotter now?” You cooed.

Red tinted from his cheeks to his ears as Kei bashfully rubbed the back of his neck. “Can you say the same for my back scars?”

He trembled as his skin grew warmer at how gentle your fingers brushed the entire bank of his flexing muscles as well as your kisses turning feverish at how much endearing attention you gave the marked planes.

“You're perfect, scars or otherwise.” You smirked against his flexing strong back.

His wings fluttered out as he swerved around, hugging you before pulling in something with one hand, chortling a bit, hanging his chibi twin right in your face. “You do have good taste, after all.” Amiss empty bowls of soup and ice cream tubs, he laid you against him, the plushie nestled in between you two like your own baby birdie.

“Kei?”

“Yeah?”

“Can we have our own bird babies?”

He was quite taken back by your words. But, that initial surprise was taken over by smitten devotion. “Sure, when you get better. For now, though,” His wing draped over you to bring more warmth to you and your belly he caressed. “Let's get you through this first.”

“Mother nature, you cruel temptress.” You grumbled.

Keigo Takami kisses you passionately to quell your hormonal desires for as long as this monthly ritual lasts. “A world where a hero like me has too much time on my hands is one where I can start a family with you, the most breathtaking being I've ever known, so I'm willing to wait a little longer.”

“Hmm …” His lovestruck eyes and charming smile made you kiss all over his now warm filled laughing face. “Same.”

Plush Hawks stayed smiling resting between your wombs as you and Keigo Takami, your mate, stayed bundled together, the TV left running on and the couch being your makeshift bed for the night.

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telail · 3 months

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☆- HHTFH, ST. | WOOYOUNG

Pairing: Jung Wooyoung x Poc!Thickfem!Reader Tags: 896 wc, established relationship, heavily suggestive- like borderline smut, body worship (?), ateez drabble, minors DNI 🎧- All Mine by Kanye West note: thinking bout js making a bunch of drabbles based off of interesting tweets that pop up on my feed. Also js want wooyoung to hold my titties.

“Really Wooyoung.” You sigh, leaning back into your boyfriend's somewhat embrace.

“What? You said you were tired, I’m doin’ you a favor.” He scoffed playfully.. “You should be grateful.”

You’d come home not even an hour ago completely worn out. It felt like your clients had particularly had it out for you today with their painfully obvious questions and nitpicking.

By the last hour of your work day of course you’d been dying to return home to your man and be up under him. Expecting him to kiss and cuddle away your stress, as he normally would- but of course, Wooyoung just had to have his spontaneous moments of odd but endearing affection. Like now.

He’d come behind you in a back hug once you’d gotten out of the shower and opted for changing into something comfy and sitting on your super comfort-appealing mattress. You assumed he was going to pepper you in his usual affection, kisses and gentle questions about your day as he massaged your tired limbs.

But instead he’d made it his business to slide his slender fingers underneath the loose shirt you wore, letting his warm fingers crawl up your middle all the way up to your chest. His hands sprawled over each of your breasts as he cupped them.

“Not now babe, m’tired.” You said, thinking he was trying to initiate something. To which he responded with a kiss to your cheek assuring you that he wasn't going to try anything.

“Relax,” he said, stretching the last syllable “m’ just holding them.” He kissed the backside of your neck, letting his lips linger there before continuing. “..they’re soft.”

“I bet they are.” You mumbled, letting out a soft giggle as you felt him gently pulse the plush flesh in his grip.

You felt his lips curve into a smile from where they lingered on your skin. “Love your boobs.” he whispered, kissing the shell of your ear as he did so. “Fit my hands jus’ right, you’d think they were made for me.”

A familiar heat began to brew in your belly, making its way all over your body as his words made your soul flutter with the intimacy infused within them.

“Stop,” you responded shyly, but Wooyoung knew good and well that you were enjoying this. Not more than he was though.

“Why should I?” He questioned in faux confusion, moving both of your bodies so that he was now spooning you while his hands remained glued to your tits.

You allowed him to pull your body down, lazily following his lead as you decided on leaving him without a response and burying your face into the nearest pillow instead.

Wooyoung only smirked at your lack of response, finding your reactions amusing.

“Love your pretty waist.” He continued, one of his hands leaving the comfort of your chest to trail down to your waist. The tickly sensation made you jump a bit as he lightly squeezed the area he spoke of.

Every reaction from you was only adding fuel to his fire. Although he did enjoy seeing you flustered there was no doubt that he meant every word that came out of his mouth.

He moved his lips from your ear to the curve of your neck. Not leaving a single spot without a kiss as he felt you up.

“Love your tummy,” he mumbled, his voice laced with a slight rasp and love as his middle finger smoothed over your navel. “and your sexy ass hips..” You felt him smile against your neck before playfully nipping it.

His free hand continued its journey along your body, eventually finding one of your love handles and giving it an affection squeeze before he was slipping his hand from under your shirt.

“But overall..” He started, reaching to pull the pillow you’d been squeezing away from your face. “I love you, more than life it's damn self.” He finished, gently moving your head in his direction so he could give you the kiss you’ve been desperately craving all day.

“Love you too.” You mumbled against his lips, diving right back into what he’d started but a little less gentle and more passionate.

“Make me feel so good about myself.” You said. Suddenly you weren't as tired as you were 5 minutes ago.

“As I should..” Wooyoung replied, fighting back a sound as you swung a leg over his waist, hoisting yourself up to straddle him around his pelvic area.

By now he’d finally moved his hands from their place on your boobs to rest them on your hips as you continued to kiss him feverishly.

Just when he was starting to get comfortable you pulled away, cooing at how he chased your lips before sitting up.

The subtle roll of your hips was obviously enough to get Wooyoung going. Adam's apple bobbing as you grabbed one of his hands and placed it on your chest, this time with your hand over his.

“Thought you said you were tired..”

He sounded strained, as if he was trying his absolute hardest to not fall apart right then and there, a pretty tint of pink coating his features as he made eye contact with you.

“I’m up now.” You said, flashing him a smile before pressing your hips down harder with every glide of your hips.

“o- oh fuc-”

He was in for a ride. Literally.

excuse any mistakes :p

#ateez fanfic #kpop #ateez #ateez x reader #ateez fic #ateez wooyoung #ateez drabbles #jung wooyoung #established relationship #suggestive #tweet

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pinkkittysaw · 8 months

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FORBIDDEN FRUIT

featuring: clive rosfield (solo, featuring f!reader)

summary: while you and jill are sent off on an assignment away from the hideout, clive has to take matters into his own hands

word count: 1.1k

content: NSFW (minors + ageless blogs DNI you will be BLOCKED!) established relationship, male masturbation, unprotected p in v, pillow humping, scent kink

a/n: made myself ungodly horny thinking about clive jerking off. i truly am a woman of LUST!!!!! anyway, i was thinking of making a part two of this that includes mutual masturbation because the thought of that also makes me 😵‍💫 let me know if that’s something you’d be interested in!

dividers by @/cafekitsune & @/kimjiho1

"Stupid bloody hormones," Clive grumbles as he leans against the headboard in your shared bedroom. It was the first time he'd slept alone since the two of you started your courtship, and of course, it's on that same night that he's plagued with vivid erotic dreams. His stiffened cock bulging through the fabric of his sleepwear.

He's left with a conundrum—one that only leaves him with a single solution—taking matters into his own hands, literally. He very well can't walk around hideout sporting a massive erection.

He tugs down his bottoms just far enough so his throbbing length bobs out, hitting his stomach. A bead of precum leaks from his ruddy tip as he wraps his hand around the base, pumping himself slowly at first, just trying to relieve the urgency he's feeling—the desperation to sink himself into the warmth of your tight cunt.

"Of course, this had to happen while you were away," he grits. Of course, he'd wake up a leaky mess with no other means of taking care of himself than his hand. He continues fisting his cock, running his thumb along the slit. He gives a full-body shudder; it feels good, but it's not enough.

He needs more. He needs your scent. He needs you

The feeling of his hand perils in comparison to your warmth—your wetness—a feeling that he's become so spoiled with. How he ever managed to get himself off before meeting you is surely a mystery to him now.

It's then that he gets an idea—a nasty and perverse idea. He glances over at your pillow and a discarded sleepshirt of yours that he made into a makeshift case. Loneliness had overcome him the previous night, leaving him to rummage through your worn clothing, searching for an item that held any of your lingering scent. He'd pulled the shirt over the pillow so he had something to cuddle with while he slept. The smell of you brought comfort as he drifted off to the realm of dreams.

He tugs the shirt off the pillow, bringing the article of clothing up to his face and deeply inhaling your scent. It's a soft cotton material that your aroma clings to nicely. His cock twitches as the smell enters his nostrils and clouds his senses. He realizes what he needs to do, but by the fucking flames, if it isn't one of the most filthy thoughts he's ever had.

He removes the shirt from his face and sets it aside on the bed before moving to grab your pillow. He holds it in his hands, placing it around his cock and sandwiching it inside. He gives an experimental tug, holding the pillow the same way he'd grip your hips whenever you'd decide to bless him with the privilege of bouncing on his cock. He gives an open-mouthed gasp at the feeling, the material gliding along his nerve endings so exquisitely. He does so again and again, bouncing the pillow on his length as if it were a makeshift pussy. He groans in delight at the softness that encapsulates his weeping cock, biting his lip as a red flush spreads across his body, the weight of his actions catching up to him as he stares at the pillow. Its friction is so inviting, as the sensation makes him moan out in pleasure.

Though nothing compares to the plush feeling of your pussy, the soft fabric of your pillow will have to suffice.

It's dirty. It's perverse, so much so that a former royal like himself should be disgusted with his actions, but the feeling is just too good for him to stop, despite whatever guilt he may have of tainting your pillow will his spend. He was never much of a saint, anyway.

He wets his fingers with his tongue, pumping his cock and coating it in saliva before affixing the pillow around it once more.

His mind wanders to the many nights the two of you spent entangled together, the wordless confessions you've shared as he's brought you to the pinnacle of ecstasy over and over. All the ways he's taken you, and you've taken him, the grip of your cunt around his cock like a vice as he pulls orgasm after orgasm from your spent body.

His hips rut against the pillow faster, pre-cum soaking through the fabric, wetting his cock as it's coated in his own slick. He rolls his head back into the headboard. "Oh yes, feels so fucking good," he pants, the head of his cock poking out from in between the pillow with every thrust.

He thinks of you on top of him, your body taking care of him so deliciously, taking a point to remember how your breasts bounce so beautifully in front of him as you ride his cock. He can never resist bringing them into his mouth, enjoying them to the fullest as you writhe in pleasure. The image is so vivid in his mind, it's as if he's fully recreated it in his memory—the sight of your mixed arousal drenching the hair that covers his navel. You always get so wet and sensitive that it never takes you long to cum after the first time, after he's already broken you in. A thick ring of white coated his cock after every consecutive bounce you'd give while continuing to babble nothingness into the air.

His thrusts continue to gain speed as the memory plays out in his mind, his thumb coming out to rub smooth circles on your clit. The copious amounts of wetness between your folds caused it to glide against his thumb deliciously. Your body spasmed with pleasure, gripping onto his shoulders and forearm to steady yourself as he continued his assault on the twitching nub.

He calls out into the open air of his bedroom, hands tightening the pillow around his cock to simulate the grip of your cunt as much as possible. "That's it, sweetheart, cum on my cock, cum on my cock," he chants it like a prayer. Biting his lip, his hips buck relentlessly into the soaked plush of the pillow. "Oh, founder, oh yes, fuck-" He's quick to reach for your shirt once more, smothering himself with your scent as he climaxes, a sob of your name falling from his lips. His cum spurts out onto his stomach, getting caught in the hair that lines his abdomen as well as on your pillow.

His breath is shallow and ragged as he comes down, resting his arm over his eyes, his cock still twitching against his midriff. "Gods above," he heaves.

His heart nearly stops when he hears the sound of the bedroom door opening and the subtle tsk of your voice.

"My my, look who's been naughty."

#clive rosfield x reader #clive rosfield smut #final fantasy xvi x reader #final fantasy xvi smut #final fantasy 16 x reader #final fantasy 16 smut #final fantasy x reader #final fantasy smut #x reader #smut #✰ミ angel writes

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hollowwrites · 6 months

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Of naps and cats! This sleeph boi has to have had sone great kitty cuddles with all the times he passes out on the floor. Would eve join in on nap time? Or make sure everyone is comfy and go about her business?

Of Naps and Nightmares

I really liked that title. I have stolen it sorry 💚

Also I’m so sorry for how long it takes for me to do requests but sometimes they just sit dormant in my head till I think of something decent.

Summary - An exploration of Ominis’ Insomnia and impending nightmares. Fantastic right? No cats are present…

Word Count - 1101

The First Time Evelyn found Ominis sleeping, it was relatively normal.

He sat upright in the large plush chairs by the fire of The Common Room, the only indication he was asleep was the fact his eyes were closed and his wand drooped in his hand.

She shook him awake softly, delighting in the soft frown that fell on his features, even whilst unconscious.

He’s probably scolding Sebastian in his dreams.

She explained he must have fallen asleep and that she would help him to his dorm, but he gently shook her off with the halfhearted explanation of ‘He hadn’t been sleeping’.

The Second Time, again, there was no need for concern.

He was all limbs and joints folded over the back rest and arms of the sofas in the Common Room, a clear display of his exhaustion. She could almost map his movements across the room, stumbling in after a long Potions lesson, tossing his wand to the side table and collapsing on the nearest soft object.

His words rang through her head as she reached out to wake him.

‘I haven’t been sleeping very well, as of late’

With this in mind, she decided the best course of action to be to join him. She threw her robe over his gangly, splayed body and sat on the floor by his head. His soft snores and tiny mewls amused her and succeeded in distracting her from her light reading.

A whole hour passed before he stirred. There was mild confusion as to why he had two robes all of a sudden. But he could smell her on him and near him.

Of course, she stayed.

The Third Time was slightly alarming. If not for the location then for the circumstances.

Evelyn walked by a gaggle of first years, muttering and laughing to themselves as they huddled over something.

She paid them no mind. Though the mix of Red, Yellow, Blue and Green did intrigue her and she wondered what fantastical phenomenon could unite the houses.

She needn’t have wondered long.

As she walked by she overheard one of her fellow Slytherins egging on the crowd.

“I’ve heard he’s a vampire… ‘ts why he sleeps in the day”

“He can’t be a vampire, he’s in the sun”

“Maybe he’s immune? Them Gaunts are powerful”

Gaunt?

Evelyn pushed her way through the first years, some of them even taller than her, and when she reached the other side, she was greeted with the increasingly familiar sight of Ominis, propped up on his elbow leaning against the arm of the bench.

He looked statuesque. Almost like he was made of marble. His fair skin and the dark circles under his eyes only lending themselves to the comparison.

And once again it looked as though he had fallen asleep rather than choosing to. His neck craned to the side uncomfortably, robes still worn instead of wrapped around him and his grip still firm on his wand.

Too firm.

His knuckles were bone white, his finger digging into the hilt and his whole arm trembled slightly. It was then when she noticed the frown carved into his features and the quiet murmuring leaving his lips occasionally.

“Don’t you all have classes to attend? Shoo!” Evelyn hissed back at the crowd of children, watching as they dispersed with varying levels of fear. She was, after all, the new fifth year.

The girl whose arrival was derailed by a dragon.

The girl who slays Trolls and saves villages.

And the girl who kept the company of snakes.

She turned back to this particular sleeping Slytherin and crouched in front of him, peering up at his face. The wrinkles either side of his eyes grew deeper as his face scrunched up in anguish.

“Ominis…?” Her voice was soft as she tried to rouse him from his slumber. Her hand shook his shoulder gently and he awoke with a gasp…or more of a shriek. His eyes searched in vain for something he would never see until they fell onto her.

He looked…in pain.

She probed him for more information, begged almost. He replied the same,

I’m really struggling to sleep

The Fourth Time, she’d had enough.

They sat together, as they did most nights, a comfortable silence and a warm blanket over them both.

It was almost forced upon them, their friendship, but neither minded. After the mess that was the Scriptorium, and the slow maddening descent of their friend, they clung to what shred of companionship they could. And found it in each other.

“Evelyn…” Ominis mumbled almost incoherently.

“Mm hmm” she replied without looking up, and received no reply.

She turned towards him, greeted by the top of his head as it fell to her shoulder. He groaned softly next to her as the weight of his body limply fell against her.

“Ev…el…mmm” his neck twitched into her and suddenly it didn’t feel like a sweet moment of falling asleep, soothed by the others presence. His groans faded to whimpers and the violent outbursts of his limbs spread all over. His neck, arms, shoulders.

Then his boney fingers dug into the soft flesh of her thigh causing her to let out an involuntary pained squeak. His eyes shot open to the sound and he was on her, immediately. Brow furrowed and covered with a thin sheen of sweat, he padded around the cushion next to him to find her in his sleep deprived state.

“Evelyn!” He urged almost shaking her by her shoulders “Are you okay?”

“Yes I’m fine” she muttered exasperated. Enough was enough. “What is going on with you?”

“I…I haven’t been sleeping very-“

“No” she cut him off, forcing his hands down and off of her “Tell me the truth…”

Ominis sighed. He told her how since this term had started and Sebastians search for a cure had gotten desperate, he’d started having nightmares. They started off small, just a general feeling of dread that would leave him shuddering but otherwise unbothered. But since the Scriptorium, and since he’d heard her bloodcurdling screams…they had gotten worse.

He explained how each time he closed his eyes, he could hear the faint screams of the muggles he’d tortured as a boy. And how her own screams had merged with them. A perfect crescendo to the muted symphony of pain he endured.

“You must promise me, I don’t have to hear that again” he begged clutching her hands, the violent concoction of exhaustion and mental torment reaching its peak in a wave of silent tears. “I know you can’t…it’s impossible but I just…I won’t…I cant…”

“I promise”

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ronearoundblindly · 1 year

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🧣 + Ransom Oh yes I fucking did. You are welcome.

Ransom Drysdale x rich!Reader A Fluffy Blanket, a Root of All Ransom mini-tale

Warnings for zero editing and cursing/suggestive language. No one who has read even four sentences of this series will be shocked by that... WC 640

"Do I even want to fucking know what this is?" Ransom yells from the closet of your penthouse apartment.

You're moving in together, or rather, you are moving in very, very few things to his house because he deems everything you own--but truly do not care about--unfathomably common, old, and terrible.

"Hey, now." You snatch the blanket from his hand, withering at his judging stare. "This is my comforter from college. It's worn-in and perfect."

"Did you drag it on the ground behind you during trips back and forth across this continent? Because that's what it looks like."

You frown and knit your brows together, which is likely a tighter weave than a whole half of the thing cuddled to your chest.

"It's trash."

"VETO," you snap.

Ransom turns and lays his hands on his hips. "You only get three vetos for the entire day. You want to use one on that fucker?"

"Yes, I want to use one on this fucker."

He squints at you, hoping that's a bluff, but you immediately fold it back up and put it in the box to take, not the bag to throw away.

Ran digs past the hanging clothes--all of which he's decided to toss straight off the balcony if you leave him alone long enough--for the next shoebox.

"Of course, you kept your goddamn blanket," he grumbles, "you never even got rid of your fucking roommates."

"I heard that!"

You've just finished reorganizing Ran's kitchen to fit all of your cooking things. It's actually a small miracle that the thing you have the most of, your fiancé has the least of, so moving around his single pot, lonely pan, and untouched baking tray is easy...until you realize...

It is suspiciously quiet.

What is that bastard destroying of yours now?!

You expect the worst but plan to catch him off-guard, leaping into the living room as quietly as you can before skidding to a halt and covering your mouth in shock.

Cute shock though.

Apparently, Ran got tired of waiting for you and fell asleep on the couch, your ratty old blanket, still soft as ever--you kept it for a reason--tucked under his chin and clutched in his arms. The house isn't cold at all, so only one corner covers his hip.

He's out like a light, face relaxed and peaceful, plump pink lips barely parted.

You approach slowly, crouching down between the couch and coffee table to keep watching him rest.

No one else ever sees your Hugh like this; he never lets them.

You can't help but lay your hand on his smooth cheek, fingertips grazing the soft hair behind his ear. He never lets it grow. Ran would die before going over three weeks without a trim, but there is always just enough to know how silky the short, prickly strands are.

He nuzzles into the blanket some more, knees shifting higher, and after a quick flutter where his eyes do not open, he huffs indignantly.

"You were taking fucking forever."

His sleepy voice is the best.

You giggle and playfully grab his face for an assault of kisses, and Ran has to fight like he hates each one. All his struggles do is bring you closer and flip you on top of him, wedging you between the leather and the plush blanket.

Deep blue eyes meet yours. Behind him, the sun sets on the vibrant leaves outside.

"Well, you're in luck. I'm done with the kitchen."

"Good," Ransom says, "because I'm hungry."

You roll your eyes and start to toss a leg over the back of the couch. There's definitely enough in the fridge to whip something--

Ran's hand takes your blanket with it, covering your chest as his arm pins you down.

"Where are you going? I'm hungry."

Oh.

from this game of "Comfort My Characters"

Thank you bitch for asking!

@supraveng @1950schick @patzammit @whiskeytangofoxtrot555 @yiiiikesmish @kjdara @starkleila @adulting-sucks @brandycranby @petalj @ghotifishreads

[Main Masterlist; Ko-Fi]

#ro answers #ransom drysdale fanfiction #ransom drysdale x reader #the root of all ransom #ransom drydale x you #ransom x reader #ransom x you #ransom x y/n #ransom drysdale x female reader #ransom drysdale fluff #ransom drysdale x you

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rabbitblackx · 1 year

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Can you do The Knight x Abused child reader: When the child reader was brought to the entity's realm after running away from their abusive single parent back at home, and after arriving at the survivors camp, the survivors decided to take care of them since their the only child in the realm. Later on, the child reader ends up in a trial at Decimated Borgo (The new map) and was found by The Knight after killing all the survivors. And can you put some fluff in this request?

(Also a side note about the child reader, they have a stuffed animal of a teddy bear or bunny ever since they were abused back at home, and ends up taking it with them before running away because the stuffed animal was the only imaginary friend that they ever had, and it was the only thing that makes them feel safe whenever they feel scared before meeting The Knight.)

I kinda laid this out weirdly idk lol hope u don’t mind. I still dunno much about the knighty so sorry in advance! Hope u still like it tho :)💖

Knight with a Child!Abused!Reader

The Knight wandered The Decimated Borgo in searches of the last survivor. He had sacrificed the other three, but hadn’t even seen you! Where could you of been?

A wave of confusion hit him when he saw your worn stuffed animal laying in the dirt. Curiously, the Knight bent down and picked the toy up in his armoured hand. This action caused a certain child to squeal out in distress. Tarhos nearly dropped the stuffed animal as he whirled around to face the direction of said sound

The Knight tilted his iron clad head to the side. Your childish mewl came from a haystack just a foot away. He lowered the stuffed animal but didn’t let go of it, cautiously creeping over to the bale of hay. The Knight couldn’t believe his ghoulish eyes. There scrunched up behind the hay, hid you, a small child. You were visibly shaking, with dry tears streaking your cheeks. You were frozen in fear, wide, teary eyes set on the Knight’s helmet

Tarhos had no idea what to do at first. You were the last survivor? A child? How could the Entity expect him to kill you? The killer in fact shook away any unwanted thoughts about hurting you entirely. Instead, your little whimpers and big puppy eyes were enough to tug at his dead heartstrings. The Knight’s hidden gaze still remained on you, and he gave the stuffed animal in his hand a small squeeze

Slowly but surely, the man leaned over the haystack and extended the toy down for you. Relieved that it was safe, you immediately reached out for it, hugging the plush to your chest. The Knight felt quite satisfied with himself for reuniting you two. You obviously loved the worn old thing. He wondered why. Didn’t you have parents to love instead or something? Where were they? Why were you here?

Well, it didn’t matter why you were here now. The Knight was a noble one at that, and saw it to be righteous to take you under his wing. You wouldn’t last long without someone like him keeping a watchful eye on you

What was that? The other survivors were taking care of you? Whelp, you were his now!

The more time you spent with Tarhos in his realm, the more you opened up. You were a tough nut to crack at first, which he could relate to. But the Knight was quite pleased when you slowly began to feel more comfortable around him. He wasn’t stupid, far from it. He could tell something bad happened to you in your past life

It wasn’t very complex, but you managed to explain to him how you were treated back at home. Things such as you how were ‘always hurt,’,and how your guardian was ‘mean’. The Knight could see the faint bruises and cuts along your soft skin. That made his cold blood boil

It was Tarhos’ duty to protect you. He loved you, but it was more than love. He felt as if he was your new father, your actual bio father, though that was obviously false. If he ever got his iron fists on your pathetic guardian(s), he would rip their heart out of their chest and eat it

The Knight would rest after trials with you in his arms. You cuddled your stuffed animal close as you nuzzled against his armour. You always somehow managed to drift off to sleep, which he thought was adorable. He pet your hair gently, holding you close

He was your knight in shining armour, and you were his little prince(ss)

#dead by daylight #dead by daylight x reader #tarhos kovacs x reader #tarhos kovács #dbd knight x reader #dbd knight #knight x reader #knight #x reader #child reader #rab.reads #fanfiction

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dreadsuitsamus · 7 months

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Kensei Muguruma x Reader Blurb 1

i need his cuddles. kensei x fem!reader. this was written for me tbh but i am sharing with u guys too 🩷

You're jittery, and for a damn good reason! It's your first night at Kensei's apartment, and as you lay beside him while he sleeps soundly in his plush, king size bed, you're replaying every small detail of the evening in your brain. It's inevitable, the way you mentally wince at such unimportant little mistakes you made during dinner, dessert, and even the sex that has Kensei boneless and in quite a recuperating slumber. You shift in between the sheets and the duvet, urging yourself to find comfort in these strange covers; if things continue going this well with you and your new boyfriend, you'll be here often and in this very same position.

If.

Worry tacks onto each emotion you feel, even with the logistics of the entire situation looking down at you. He likes you, very much so, otherwise he'd have never invited you to his home, much less have a rather romantic evening with you. You've dated for nearly five months now— holding a man's attention like that would be mighty hard if he lacked interest, especially a man like Kensei. He's not cold, though the warmth in his heart and the care he does have isn't worn on his sleeve like some. Certainly, you'd know if he didn't like you or if you'd done something wrong.

You dare a glimpse to your side, a little smile curving the corners of your lips as you watch Kensei sleep. To be able to fall asleep around you, easily at that, should be more than enough evidence that he's all yours and happily. He's always on edge, that man, ready to fight, argue, cuss or kill at any given moment if needed, but here, finally, he lays, relaxed and snoring gently at your side.

"I really like you, Kensei." The whisper is muted; wouldn't want him to actually hear this, after all. "And I don't want to mess this up. I could be your wife someday, after all. I think... that would be nice."

A little sigh follows the declaration of your dreams, and the force of sleep again tries to settle in your bones. There's nothing that should be keeping you awake; you're fed, fucked and safe beside a wonderful man. And still the nonsensical worries nag you, prodding your brain with cruel laughter.

The bed shifts beside you and strong arms loop around your body as Kensei moves himself closer to you. His body is hot from sleep, his hands finding purchase on your hip and shoulder in a warm hug as his lips find your forehead in a soft kiss that barely registers before you're nuzzling into his chest.

"You can be my wife one day." He mutters, resting his cheek atop your head. "'s long as you go to fucking sleep."

You laugh, and after that, rest is easy.

#kensei muguruma x you #kensei muguruma x reader #kensei x reader #kensei x you #kensei imagine #kensei bleach #bleach imagine #bleach x reader #kensei muguruma #reader insert #x reader

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lil-sleepy-head · 8 months

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Little!Diluc with CG!Adelinde

my moot LOVES Little!Diluc so they will LOVE this ask omg /pos

I love Little Diluc an ungodly amount!! And I just know that Adeline would be such a wonderful caregiver for him! I also added Kaeya because I love ragbros too much as well and I want them both to be happy together

Little!Diluc and CG!Adeline (+ bonus Little!Kaeya)

*CW for mentions of Ptsd, spoilers for Diluc and Kaeya's storylines and loss of a family member.*

- Adeline is probably the first person ever to find out about Dilucs regression

- I think before Adeline came, Diluc regressed solely because of trauma. It would always be at night after a particularly bad nightmare.

- Adeline was more than happy to take care of him in his regressed state and encouraged him to regress just to relax.

- Adeline already was helping him care for himself after the death of his father and what happened in Snezhnaya since Diluc forgets to care for himself. Shes actually really happy he's found a healthy coping mechanism.

-Has bet wetting problems due to the nightmares, so he wears pull ups for at night!!

- Diluc whether he's big or small views Adeline as his mother. While big Diluc is much more embarrassed to show his affection for her, little him has no reservations at all

- He will run up to her and hug her while calling her his mama! she has almost tumbled over multiple times because little Diluc forgets how heavy and big he is.

- Has a falcon plush he sleeps with regardless of if he's big or small. it's worn down and something he has had from his childhood but he loves it to bits. He would cry if something happened to it

- Normally he's rather calm and quiet when regressed but when he's very comfortable in his regression he becomes a lot more playful and even a bit of a trouble maker!

- Despite how he tries to hide it, the other maids and workers all know about it. They just pretend like they don't because he gets embarrassed about it. any person who makes an snide or rude comments about it will get terminated almost immediately. Adeline has zero tolerance for it.

- Diluc likes to Adeline bake when he's regressed! this often leads to messes and bathes but Adeline doesn't mind

- Rather sensitive when regressed and cries a lot. He hid his plush while big because he didn't want anyone to see it. But when he regressed sobbed almost hysterically because he couldn't find it. Everyone had to stop what they were doing to find it while Adeline consoled him.

- Adeline has also taken care of Kaeya as well when he was regressed. Regression is the only time Diluc and Kaeya can get along very well. it makes Adeline cry because she misses when they both did that.

- bonus of the boys apologizing to her for making her cry and her having to tell them it's okay and she's actually happy

- Diluc and Kaeya would cuddle together and Adeline would completely take pictures to put in an album for herself.

- Adeline would also keep any art either make and keeps them in her room. she just loves her boys so much!!

#genshin agere #agere #sfw agere #age regression #agere art #agere diluc #agere kaeya #agere adeline

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chocoboknight · 3 months

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FFXV Prompt #2

Prompto has loved chocobos since he was very little. He's always had a chocobo plushie, sleeping with it well into his teenage years - he can't remember where it came from really, it isn't like his parents bought him any toys when he was little after all.

It's a cheap toy, yellow fuzz worn away in places from too much cuddling and many trips through the washing machine. It clearly came from some kind of carnival game as a prize, but he can't remember ever going to a carnival in his life.

Cor checks in on the prince and his friends on their journey, startled speechless to find Prompto hiding a familiar plush toy in his backpack.

#ffxv #ffxv fanfic #ffxv noctis #noctis lucis caelum #ffxv prompto #prompto argentum #fanfic #fanfic prompts #writing prompts #ffvii fanfic #cor the immortal #cor leonis #ffxv cor

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slashingdisneypasta · 11 months

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Wheezy Weasel x ToonPatrolsS/O!Reader || Excerpt

Plot: You approach one of your boyfriend's when you're feeling needy. Just something small I was thinkin about.

Warnings: Horny reader.

Tagging: @disney-android-foundation , @marinerainbow , @moxiiscool , @ryantryan6969 , and @spookiifi .

"Wheezy... "

"Yeah, peaches?"

Resting your chest heavily against his back, nuzzling gently into his shoulder, you wrap your arms cosily around his middle. He was skinny, nothing but sinewy muscle under a worn dress shirt and ratty vest, but you love cuddling him anyway. Just like you love cuddling with Stupid, all plush and warm fat- And Psycho, gentle and intimate, almost dangerous in how he chose to hold you around the throat- And Greasy, groin-to-groin and with lots of kisses- And Smartass... well, he's never been much of a cuddler but you do love him anyway.

Wheezy had been outside your window all day smoking, for hours, and god did he look good. You'd been watching him since the morning, glancing up every now and then from whatever you had really supposed to have been doing other than watching your boyfriend do his thing, and seeing him out there- people watching and lazily blowing heavy clouds of smoke out into the cold air. It was so hot, and now you're all worked up.

You just want to be fucked.

"Why don't you come inside now?... I'll make it worth your while, promise."

You can see him grin from the side of his face, as he sucks in another thick drag of icky, sexy tobacco. "How're you feeling, Y/N?"

Very quietly you respond, squeezing his body against yours. It's freezing out here in the chilled winter air, but you could not feel warmer, or snugglier, against him. "... pretty good... " He chuckles. "Little... " Sighing, you close your eyes to the desperate feeling inside you like you could possibly hide from it, and press your forehead frustratedly into his shoulder blade. Like a needy little puppy. "Pent up... "

"I can see that," He agrees, a tempting, amused tone in his gravelly, wheezing voice. "What doya need, doll? Watcha thinkin' about?" Oh, you hate him for doing this to you. You're so needy right now, you feel like you would do anything to be filled up, and your sweet boyfriend Wheezy thinks its the perfect time to tease you.

Ughhhh. "Need to be pounded. Thinking about you pounding me. Please, Wheezy- "

"Hm... sounds pretty bad." He almost sounds sympathetic, then. Like he will take you inside and take good care of you, make you all wet and sloppy and then sink himself in, like you need him to... Almost. "You gonna be okay, with that?"

"Wheezy!"

"That a no, doll?- "

"Ugh," You groan, too horny to go through this, and pull away from him. "You know, I can just go ask Greasy?- "

"Alright alright, no need to get dramatic." Finally he turns around to you and takes your hand in his, and when you see that wicked, smoky, grey-eyed smirk on his face you absolutely melt. You let him lead you back into the apartment with an awed look on your face, totally ready to be wrecked. "Let's go."

"Hm~ "

#Wheezy Weasel x Reader #Wheezy Weasel x Reader Excerpt #Wheezy Weasel #Toon Patrol #Toon Patrol x Reader #Excerpt

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natescoloringbook · 1 year

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🐺 The Wolf Pack

Originally posted March 28th, 2023

My wolf pack! 🐺🌈🐾

Hallow is a wolf cub from Build A Bear. He was a gift from my partner for Halloween in 2022. Out of all my wolves I would say he is the worst quality one ( and also the worst quality Build A Bear I have ever seen ). The day he was taken out of the box his fur was coming out in patches, he has several bald spots and I’ve seen others with this plush have the same experience – thankfully I love worn-out and loved looking teddies so this doesn’t bother me at all!

October was the very first wolf plush I got, and he’s the one who kicked off my whole collection! He was a gift from my partner for Halloween 2021, I’m unsure of his brand. He is very small which makes him perfect for travelling, his fur is also incredibly high quality and very soft. One of his ears flops down while the other is upright which gives him some personality. I love the pumpkin shaped bell on his collar 🎃

Wolfie is a wolf from Wild Republic. He was a gift from my friends Boom & Gryff. I had this particular wolf on my wishlist for well over a year but never picked one up since I’d only ever seen them in small sizes – I prefer to be able to cuddle my stuffed friends. I didn’t even know that they came this big! He was received during a trip back home to Canada, and all of his accessories are things from that trip which makes him extra special 🍁

Snor is a Steiff Snorry wolf. He was a gift from several followers & friends combined for my 24th birthday. I had been wanting him for a few years before this and to get him was really a dream come true. Ever since then he has been my constant companion during everything, going out, sleeping, hanging out at home. And I feel a deep emotional connection to him, to me he really feels alive 🌈

Family picture!

#personal blogging #march #plushblr #wolf plush

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radio-ghost-cooks · 3 months

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oc lore: Hajime had a bad day

hello, and welcome to the very first oc story! i've had brainworms abt it all night so please excuse me if it isn't the most well-written thing in the world

tags: implied smut, crying, misunderstandings, kinda?, hurt/comfort, cuddling/snuggling, touch as a love language, Hajitarou, Hajime-centric, breaking news! tough guy is also the sweetest lover!, read the tags at the bottom for the tws summary: Hajime's been having a bad day. A really bad day. He bottles it up for the most part, until Tarou's thing for degrading takes the bottle and smashes it over his head.

Hajime curled up into a ball at the head of the bed, tears rolling down his cheeks as he panted. he wrapped his arms over his head and buried his face in his knees, almost feeling like he was going to vomit. really, he knew he was overreacting a bit. or maybe he wasn't. whatever. he just wanted the situation to be over. Tarou never really meant the things they said in bed. but today it hurt. it really hurt. he couldn't handle being called "pathetic" and shit. and now he just wanted to be alone.

"Haji, I-" "please just... leave me alone," Hajime forced out. "i want to be alone right now." Tarou pulled away to the other end of the bed, seeming torn between trying to touch him and hiding away. they sighed, rubbing their neck in an attempt to soothe themself. "are you su-" "yes." they nodded to themself and slipped off the bed, tugging on a pair of boxers and an oversized hoodie. Hajime couldn't make out their expression with their back turned to him. Tarou, with an audible lump in their throat, mumbled, "i'll be in the common room downstairs," before trudging out the door. Hajime just whimpered in response and began to sob the instant the door shut behind them.

he felt so stupid. Tarou never meant what they said when they were this kind of horny. it was all part of their little act. and normally, he was really into it! but today... today he couldn't. he just couldn't. first he nearly chokes on a boba pearl, then he stabs himself with a pair of fabric scissors and gets blood all over the fabric, then he vomits in the middle of a fight after getting punched in the stomach, then he burns himself on a pot lid, and then this. Hajime was entirely unhappy. here he was, this big, tough, undefeated fighter, and he was crying like a fucking child. honestly, Tarou was right. how much more pathetic could he get? it was a good thing they left. he didn't want them to see him like this. wailing like a big baby.

he cried for a good long while, not stopping for about an hour. by the time he was done his throat was sore and his eyes felt all dry and scratchy. great. just great. somehow he was more miserable now than he had been when he started sobbing. he just sat there for a minute, chest shaking from hyperventilation. eventually, Hajime got tired of being alone. as much as he hated the thought of Tarou seeing him in this state, he hated the idea of being alone for much longer even more. and he was sick of being naked. the room was weirdly cold. he pulled on a pair of sweatpants and a flannel, not bothering to button it. looking in the mirror, he took note of just how awful he looked. red eyes. tear stains. snotty nose. ew. he looked ew. eventually Hajime tore his eyes away from his face and spotted something else in the mirror. sitting there, just behind him on the shelf, was Jagarico. not the snack, the lion.

Hajime's childhood plushie. this silly little plush lion he named after his mom's favorite snack. it was floppy and threadbare and the leathery fabric that once covered the nose had worn away. a row of black stitches connected the body to a leg that had fallen off once. all the stuffing in its legs had been pushed down into its little feet. he felt sort of childish for keeping it for so long, but it meant a lot to him. little Jagarico.

he took Jagarico down off the shelf and hugged it to his chest for a moment, rubbing his cheek on its somewhat matted mane. eventually, holding it by the paw, Hajime plodded out the door and downstairs to the common room to find Tarou on the couch, biting his nails. anxious.

"hey Tarou?" he squeaked, sounding very very small, "i'm done being alone now." Tarou took a double take before leaping up off the couch and yanking him into a hug. they felt so warm. Hajime nuzzled into Tarou's neck and whined, hugging back even tighter. eventually, Tarou pulled away a bit and maneuvered them back over to the couch, where they flopped down on top of each other, sort of in a tangle. they laced their fingers in Hajime's hair and rubbed at his scalp a bit, making the taller boy melt like putty on top of them. they whispered, "feel a little better now?" Hajime nodded, gently pulling a hand off his head and guiding it to rest on his cheek. "m' throat's sore though," he mumbled. "m' eyes too." he kept his hand over Tarou's, craving the contact. with a thoughtful hum, they brought their other hand to his cheek. "close your eyes for me, sweetheart?"

Hajime shut his eyes, jumping a little when he felt something press ever so gently against his eyelids. it started rubbing circles, so, so softly, into them, and he swore that if humans could purr, he would be purring. when it drifted down to under his eyes, he blinked them open a little just to see what it was. he could just make out Tarou's thumbs rubbing under his eyes and he sighed, relaxed as can be. he let his eyes drift shut once more and pet Jagarico's (somewhat) soft fur, finally smiling for what was probably the first time all day.

#oc lore #oc fic #oc: tarou #oc: hajime #AUGH #they mean so much to me #fun fact this whole universe started as hanako-centric #i fell in love with tarou's character and that was that ig #Jagarico is based on the old webkinz lion btw #tw vomit mention #tw fight mention #tw blood mention

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juliettedunn · 1 year

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Just a Harmless Memory (Part 1)

While stuck in the human realm, a conversation about one of Luz’s plushies makes Amity reluctantly open up about a bad memory from her childhood. Now Luz is determined to help give her some of the fun and affection she was deprived of.

Hey everyone! This fic is angsty, but it is sandwiched between Lumity fluff. Content warnings for emotional abuse and abelism.

Part 2 can be found here

Part 3 can be found here

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Amity was kissing Luz, and somehow, she wasn’t surprised by that fact. Somehow, beyond all reasoning, she had gotten to the point where feeling her girlfriend’s lips against hers, her warm hands gently cradling her face, had become normal.

It was funny to think that the first few times they had gotten more exploratory with their kisses, Amity had accidentally nipped Luz with her fangs. When she drew blood she had felt so bad that she had been reluctant to try again for a while. But Luz had insisted they would work it out, and they did. Now, kissing Luz was always something safe, easy, and oh so wonderful.

Luz was playing with one of her ears while they kissed, knowing that it was a ticklish spot and making it flutter outside of Amity’s control. In retaliation, Amity fixed her with a mischievous stare, then pushed her onto the bed. Luz giggled as she dramatically flopped backward, throwing her arms around Amity’s neck and pulling the witch down with her.

Amity landed awkwardly on top of her girlfriend, and Luz’s breath rushed out of her lungs with an “Oof” sound.

“Sorry! Are you okay?” Amity asked, hurriedly sitting up.

“Hermosa, I have a cotton candy haired goddess on top of me. I am perfect.”

Amity flushed, hating that she could actively feel the heat rising to her face. Why did Luz have to be so ridiculously smooth and romantic? Despite Luz’s assurance, she adjusted her position, propping herself up on her elbows and then preparing to meet her girlfriend’s lips once again.

“Wait, wait!” Luz cried out, and Amity pulled back.

“Are you okay?”

“Yes, but I’m crushing Sir Roary!”

“What?”

Luz pulled a sparkly purple plush dragon from underneath her and gave it a quick kiss and a pat as she set it gently to the side. Amity had seen this dragon plenty of times before; it always had a place near Luz’s pillow during the day, and once she even caught Luz giving it a kiss. But this was the first time she heard its name. “Sir Roary?”

“Oh come on, I named him when I was six!”

She’d had this plushie since she was six? Certainly it was very tattered; the stuffing all collected in the middle rather than spread out evenly, making its legs pathetically floppy. Its wings still had some remaining golden sparkles, but a lot had rubbed off, revealing plain black beneath. Amity hadn’t known it was possible to have a plushie long enough that it could get so worn.

“My dad got him for me! I used to think dragons were real, and…oh, well I guess they are real. But back then I thought they were real in the human realm, and a kid told me they weren’t. I asked Papá and he told me that sometimes even if something is fiction, it can make real life more meaningful. That if we didn’t have fantasy stories, humans wouldn’t be able to live. And then the next day he got Sir Roary for me.” Luz laughed. “Of course, dragons being physically real is way cooler, but…it meant a lot to me. He made me feel like my stories and things weren’t stupid. Even if they were just pretend.”

Amity had been given toys. Several. One, even, by her dad. But Luz still had hers…

Luz smiled, presumably at the memory she was thinking in her head. “Anyway, sorry I’m rambling.”

Amity looked at her tenderly. “Hey, you don’t need to apologize. I like hearing about your past.”

Luz cuddled Sir Roary close to her chest, leaning down to give him a kiss and then pausing to sniff with a frown on her face. “Oof, I think he might need to go in the wash, though.”

Her face was adorably scrunched up, looking at Sir Roary with affectionate disgust, and Amity took the moment of distraction as a chance to playfully tackle her, pinning her down and showering her face with kisses.

“Amity!” Luz laughed. “That’s not fair!”

“Sorry, mi tesoro but…estoy loco por ti.” Amity stumbled over the words, blushing and hoping that she had them right. She had figured out that Gus wasn’t the most ideal of teachers about human language, and had been using more reliable sources of late.

Luz’s eyes all but physically sparkled. “Amity…did you just call me tu tesoro?”

“Yes, I…I hope that’s a normal term of endearment this time?”

Luz’s cheeks darkened. “Tú también eres mi tesoro.”

Amity slid her hands into Luz’s soft brown curls. She had liked Luz’s hair before, but ever since she had started to let it fall naturally in thick waves, Amity had been captivated, and didn’t understand why she hadn’t always had it like this.

Luz made a cute little hum as they settled into slower, deep kisses, and Amity somehow flushed deeper at the sound. How was Luz this cute? Every time their lips touched, she melted further into the sensation, getting lost in the warmth and comfort, the bad feelings forgotten.

After a good while, the two pulled apart, Amity brushing away the beads of sweat that had gathered on her forehead. She tucked her head against Luz’s chest and Luz cradled her, fingers gently running through her hair.

It was moments like these when Amity could feel entirely safe and content. Luz, so chaotic and accident-prone in her typical movements, was always incredibly tender when she touched Amity, and the softest of scratches against Amity’s scalp had her shivering.

As a child, Willow was the only one in Amity’s life who hugged her with any sort of frequency. There might be a rare hug from Ed or Em after a particularly bad day with weapons testing, but nothing that could ever be expected. After her friendship with Willow was destroyed, Amity had learned to live without physical affection, and the idea of it became awkward and uncomfortable.

Luz’s first few hugs had caught her by surprise, even scared her. But as she grew to trust the energetic girl, Amity had begun to remember just how nice it felt to be hugged, and had even started to tentatively reach for affection from Luz on her own. The first time she caught herself reaching for Luz unprompted, she had been ashamed. Blights weren’t supposed to be so needy; if anyone noticed how clingy she acted, she would be revealed as a weakling.

She never thought she’d reach a point where she could not only hug, but kiss and cuddle Luz every day, a point where if she were to reach for Luz’s hand, or lift her head for a kiss, Luz would give it to her, with no hesitation or judgment.

Though, somewhere at the hidden edges of her mind, edges that Amity had done her best to shove and fold further and further back, she couldn’t help that old fear. That somehow, one day, she would mess this up, and Luz would push her away and fix her with that awful, familiar disappointed stare.

Amity wished these feelings would vanish; she knew Luz cared about her, but Amity wasn’t the only voice in her head. There was another voice, a sharp, smug, critical voice, one that had been growing duller and duller of late but still made appearances. Seeing Luz’s stuffed dragon had awakened that voice, reminding her of that one terrible night; one that shouldn’t have stuck out to her so intensely given all the far worse things that had happened to her, but remained, somehow, sharp where other memories had mysteriously faded or vanished.

She opened her eyes, looking at the plushie that sat next to Luz. “Does your mom know you still have Sir Roary?”

“Hmm?” said Luz, continuing to gently massage Amity’s scalp. “Of course.”

Of course. It had been a silly question. Camila came in here; she would have seen. And Amity knew how kind Camila was. But still…of course. Like the idea of hiding something like that was out of the question.

“She even helped make a little storybook about him. Papá helped come up with the story, and mapá did little illustrations.” She laughed. “I remember being so proud to write my name on the cover.”

“That sounds…really nice.”

“Yeah…Did you have any favorite toys?”

Amity’s smile faded. “Yes. I did.”

Luz gasped, shaking her hands vigorously before dutifully returning to Amity’s hair. “Oh my gosh, what were their names? What kind of animal? Do you still have any? Tell me all the lore and backstories!”

“I…I don’t remember very well. I didn’t get to have them as long as you.”

Luz once again paused in playing with Amity’s hair, though this time not out of excitement, but concern. There was a long silence, and Amity knew she was waiting for a response, but Amity didn’t know what she was supposed to say. She didn’t like that she had somehow fallen into such a conversation.

Finally, Luz asked, “Did you want to keep them longer?”

“Yes. I didn’t have the best childhood, remember. But that’s why I’m lucky to be here now.”

“Amity.”

Amity glanced up and her heart sank. Luz was looking at her, equal parts concern and burning curiosity. She was clearly struggling to suppress the urge to ask as many questions as possible.

“You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want, but I’m here for you, okay? I’ll listen if you need me.”

“I know. It’s just…not that big a deal? It seems kind of embarrassing given everything else.”

“You don’t have to be embarrassed with me.” Luz leaned down and gave her the gentlest of forehead kisses, then an even gentler kiss on the nose, and finally her lips. “And you can cuddle my stuffed animals whenever you need.”

Amity froze at the tender expression on Luz’s face, extreme affection mixed with a deeper worry. It was moments like these that Amity wondered if maybe Luz would react well to her saying the three words she had been mulling over in her mind for so long. If maybe, there was a possibility Luz might say them back.

“Thank you,” said Amity, and she self consciously reached for Sir Roary, cuddling it close just as Luz had done. It did stink, but she didn’t mind. “I had a bunch. My dad got me one of them once, actually."

“Alador got you a stuffed animal?”

“Yeah. He wasn’t…he wasn’t always neglectful. Sometimes he was really nice. But it didn’t last.”

Luz didn’t say anything else, just continued to wait patiently. What did Amity ever do to deserve someone so patient and caring toward her? The voice at the edge of her mind added its thoughts. Nothing, that’s what. You’ve done nothing but cling and whine to her since you became friends; how long do you think she’ll put up with that? How long until she realizes you’re not worthy of someone like her?

Shut up, Amity thought, and she gripped Luz’s jacket tightly. She was always telling Luz to open up to her. Maybe she needed to do the same.

“Okay,” she said. “I’ll tell you the story.”

***

The next chapter is a flashback, and the last one will be a very cute and fluffy Lumity date.

Part 2 can be found here

Part 3 can be found here

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hello! can i request about bruce wayne x male reader, where he is very shy and quiet and looks a bit serious. i wonder what bruce would be like with him..

One Could Think They're Dreaming

Battinson x Male Reader

Contains: fluff, cuddling, domesticity, soft bruce, reading

Content Warnings: tea-drinking

Summary: You're rocking in Bruce's study, reading a book, when he comes in and from there you just spend quality time with each other.

No usage of Y / N

Word count: 713

Author's Response: For sure! I figured reading is a pretty fitting action for the character based on the prompt, so reading we did! What I wouldn't give to have this relationship.... ughk I write them so sweet. I hope you enjoy this! Thanks!

shout-out to the best beta reader @kaine1888

asks are closed for now :/

Discord server is up now, though! https://discord.com/invite/hETAURWkkk We just talk and have fun, don't be a dick, I love the block button. <3

The curtains blocked nearly all of the sunshine from the room, though you didn't mind, lounging on the couch in Bruce's study with a book. A classic, you'd realized, when you went through the great shelves of the room and Bruce had pointed it out with a soft smile, "I think you'll like it. I know I did." So now you sat on the plush cushion, dressed in comfortable clothes with a blanket and cup of tea, absorbing the story of Dorian Grey and Lord Henry through the stunning writing style of Oscar Wilde. "He's a bit controversial," Bruce had said, eyeing you with a mischievous glint. "Now I'm interested," You mused, slipping the book into your hand.

Three knocks at the door gave you enough time to finish your sentence and bookmark the page, looking up to watch Bruce come in. "Hello, darling." A ghost of a smile flashed across his lips, legs crossing the room with his own book and teacup. "How's Lord Henry?" You made room for him, immediately settling into his chest once he sat down, lying back onto the arm of the couch. "I like him, he's got a little spunk." You noted thoughtfully as if your reply took much thinking, nuzzled against him. Setting his stuff down, a hand came up to pet your hair, brushing it back and smoothing it down. Feeling his short nails soothingly trace circles and massage your scalp you kissed his forearm, a small chuckle rumbling in his chest.

"How was patrolling yesterday?" You asked him, turning slightly. You could almost hear him turn pink, "I didn't know I woke you up, I'm sorry, baby." You shook your head, "You're alright, I'd prefer to know you're safe." Bruce let out a long breath at that, his turn to think. "Gotham's quiet. Like it's tensing up and about to rear its big, beautiful head and blow up. I keep expecting the worst." You made a noise of agreement, "So, no, nothing really interesting happened. I stopped a robbery and mugging, that's all I've got." You huffed out of your nose in amusement, "Can't win them all, I guess." He nodded, "Yes."

With that, you fell into a comfortable silence, pages flipped open as Bruce poured over a well-worn psychology book, occasionally looking over to make sure you were still comfortable against him and your limbs weren't going numb. He made interested noises and read you small excerpts, discussing how interesting some research topics are and how fascinating mental health is. You sipped your oolong tea, silently asking him with a nudge if he wanted some. He gave you his in return, a significantly stronger cup of earl grey that he always steeped for just a little too long.

"Masters Wayne." Alfred stood by the doorway, asking to be let in, holding a silver tray. "Come in, Alfred." Vibrated Bruce's response in his chest against your head. "I've brought you things to munch on, I know you don't like to move and eat when you get into something, so I figured I should just bring the food to you." Placing your book down on your lap, you eyed the plate of crackers, cheese, and fruits. An adorable charcuterie board, one of Alfred's specialties. He always knew what type of cracker went with what toppings and what went with which flavors, you realized long ago that it's no wonder Bruce eats so well. "Thank you so much, Alfred, we really appreciate it." "Yes, thank you, Alfred." Bruce parroted you, plucking a piece of pineapple into his mouth.

He left, politely and quietly closing the door, the air of intimacy and closeness returning like a fog. Bruce offered a grape, placing it on your tongue and letting you chew while he waited for you to finish before giving you another. "Thanks, honey." You mumbled at him, closing your eyes and sighing deeply. "I love you, Bruce." You said into his arm, now curling into him to take a nap. He smiled, wriggling down to make you more comfortable and smothering your warm head in kisses, "I love you more, pretty boy. Goodnight." With one final pair of lips on your scalp, you let the warmth take over and fell into a comfortable sleep in Bruce's sturdy arms.

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