#and huggy bear when he's teasing

[starstiels]

dean calling cas huggy bear is something so special to me like. why did you do that. what was the reason. angel lover

#and also dean calling cas sunshine ?? like what #sunshine is the only pet name dean uses for cas once they get together #and huggy bear when he's teasing #other than that he sticks with his buddy dude man thing #sometimes he'll call him angel but only when he's really tired #sorry i love them #spn #supernatural #dean winchester #castiel #destiel #deancas

[bedsyandco]

yours | Q. Hughes

note: I don't know what this is...it just happened. Quinn hughes x fem!reader, Quinn hughes x norris!sister. Takes place in summer '23. Reader is the same age as Jack.

summary: in which Josh's little sister goes to the Hughes Lake house with him, where two years ago Quinn and her had a one night stand.

cw: slight smut?🫣 allusions to sex, some touching...no actual sex

You sigh in relief when the car finally pulls into the driveway of the lakehouse. It wasn’t that long of a trip but it was extremely hot and you didn’t want to be stuffed in the car longer than you needed to. A small smile forms on your face as you set your eyes on the familiar house. You hadn’t been here the last two years but when Josh heard you didn’t have any plans this summer, he insisted you come along.

“I’m gonna unload our stuff, mind going inside and getting Quinn to come help me…” your brother says and you agree.

As soon as you walk into the house you’re met with various forms of greetings.

“Little Josh!” says Trevor

“The prodigal daughter returns,” from Jack

“Welcome home,” says Cole

“Look who it is, the little traitor herself,” Quinn says and that’s the only greeting you reply to.

“You’re still calling me that?”

“Are you still going to Ohio State?” he replies

“No actually, I just graduated, remember?” you ask knowing the answer. Quinn had sent you flowers as congratulations, so of course he remembers.

“That’s even worse, graduating from there. Actually I don’t know if I can allow you to stay here anymore,” he says and you hit him on the arm as he laughs. Quinn didn’t smile often, so each time he laughed at something you said or did, you got this proud little feeling in your gut. You earned that smile.

He pulls you into his chest, squeezing tight, and your eyes close as you inhale his familiar scent. Jack, Trevor and Cole all exchange awkward glances when a solid two minutes goes by and you guys are still hugging.

“Are we all getting hugs, or are those reserved for huggy bear only?” Trevor teases and you and Quinn break apart from your hug, his hands lingering on your waist as you move to pull the other guys into much shorter hugs.

“Where’s Luke?” you ask, noting his absence.

"We sent him, Dylan and Tyler to the store," Quinn says

"You trusted them to get everything you needed?" you ask amused

"It's better than sending those three," Quinn says referring to Jack, Trevor and Cole, who all look very offended and you laugh.

"Thanks for sending Quinn out to help me," Josh says dryly, walking in with 4 bags in his hands, and you wince.

"Sorry, I got distracted," you reply apologetically.

"You know where your room is, give me her bags and I'll take them to hers," Quinn says to Josh who hands him your bags.

You follow Quinn up the stairs, and linger awkwardly by the entrance of the room. Your gaze lands on the bed and instantly flashbacks appear of when you were last in this room.

-

"God, you feel so fucking good."

"Open your legs for me, baby. I wanna see you."

"Don't close your eyes. Look at me."

-

Your cheeks heat up and you swallow thickly before looking back at Quinn who just gives you a little smirk, knowing that you're also thinking about that night. The next morning you both agreed to forget it ever happened, but it was the best sex you've ever had and you'd be lying if you said you haven't thought about it constantly over the past 2 years.

"What?" You ask when you find him staring at you.

"I just didn't realise how much I missed you." he says

"I missed you too,"

"You wouldn't have had to miss me if you hadn't been avoiding me for two years," he says

"I haven't been avoiding you, I was just busy," you argue

"Either way, I'm glad you're here," he says and lays a kiss on your head before exiting the room.

You take a deep breath before laying on the bed and staring at the ceiling. You had hoped that your crush on your brother's best friend would have faded at least a little by now, but it's still the same, if not worse.

☆

A few days later you and the guys were out on the boat. Quinn was steering while the rest of the guys were wake surfing.

You could feel Quinn's eyes on you as you spoke to Tyler.

"I'm so glad you're here, I would've actually feared for my life if I was here alone with all these Michigan guys," you say and Tyler chuckles with a little wince.

"Yeah…I transferred to Michigan, remember?" he asks

"Oh my God…I totally forgot. Now I wish I had gone to Michigan instead,"you say bummed that everyone had gone there except you. Well and Jack, Trevor and Cole but it's not like you were trying to follow in their footsteps.

"I was so heartbroken that you graduated, I needed a change of scenery, you know?" Tyler says with a little grin and you shake your head. He was such a shameless flirt.

"Sure."

"I for one am glad you didn't go to Michigan," Tyler says

"Why's that?" you ask

"Cause red is definitely your colour," he says, dragging his gaze up and down your body that is clad in a red bikini.

"Tyler, you're up!" Quinn barks at him and walks over, handing you his hoodie.

"Thanks" you say, putting it on and he just nods.

☆

That night you were laying in bed, unable to sleep, when the bedroom door opened.

"Quinn? What are you doing here?" you ask

"I couldn't sleep, I kept thinking about…tell me you didn't sleep with him." Quinn says a little erratically and you stand up to make your way over to him, clad in only a T Shirt, his shirt, and panties.

"Sleep with who?" you ask confused

"Tyler" he grits out

"What? No, of course not," you say appalled that he would even think that, and he lets out a relieved sigh.

"Are you jealous?" you ask a little amused and Quinn glares at you.

"It's not funny," Quinn says and your eyes widen slightly.

"You are jealous. You have no reason to be jealous, Quinn. I'm not yours, and we're not together." you say and his jaw clenches.

He steps closer, lifting the hem of your shirt and putting one hand on your bare waist, pulling you closer to him. The other hand delves into your hair, tipping your head back as Quinn lowers his mouth to yours, lightly dragging his lips over yours in a whisper of a kiss before moving down laying open mouth kisses on your neck. You shudder when he sucks on a particular sensitive spot, knowing it will leave a mark.

"Quinn," you gasp

"No one else can make you feel like this and no one else touches you like I do. We may not be together but we both know you're mine." he says and moves the hand on your waist upwards to cup your breast, lightly running his thumb over your nipple, hardening it and you whimper.

"Please," you say and he smirks

"Please what?"

"Please touch me," you beg

"You have to say it first baby," he says and you whine knowing what he wants.

"I'm yours, all yours, only yours. Now please touch me," you say

Quinn takes off his clothes, leaving him in only his boxers before removing your shirt, picking you up and carrying you to the bed, gently laying you down.

"You have to be quiet, okay? As much as I'd love for Tyler to hear how good I make you feel, we don't want Josh to hear…right?" Quinn asks laying kisses from your breasts down to your stomach and you nod.

"Words baby," he says

"I'll be quiet," you say and he smiles

"Good girl," he says.

☆

The next morning you leave Quinn in your bed, and make your way downstairs to the kitchen, where you find Jack, Luke and Trevor sitting at the counter, whispering quietly.

"Morning," you say

"Morning," Jack replies

"Sleep well?" Luke asks with a little smile.

"Yeah, I slept great,"

"I bet you did," Trevor says with a smirk but before you can ask Quinn enters the room.

"How did you sleep Quinn?" Trevor asks

"I slept great, better than I have in a while," he says looking at you.

Trevor, Jack and Luke all exchange amused looks. Maybe you weren't as quiet as you thought last night

Before you can interrogate them, Josh enters the room, grumbling a "good morning" and making his way to the coffee machine.

"What the fuck is that?" Josh yells, striding over to you and moving your hair to the side, bending your neck in an awkward position, inspecting the hickey on your neck.

"Ow! Josh!" you exclaim swatting his hands away,

"Which one of you fuckers did it? Trevor?" Josh asks threateningly and Trevor holds his hands up.

"It wasn't me I swear. I mean I wish it was, but it wasn't." he says and both Quinn and Josh glare at him.

"Tyler!" Josh yells, running up the stairs to Tyler's room, making the same assumption Quinn almost did yesterday,

"Are you guys gonna come clean or are you gonna let him kill Tyler?" Luke asks

"Nah, we'll wait a little." Quinn says and you smile, knowing it's Quinn's way of making Tyler pay for flirting with you yesterday.

"Wanna go get breakfast?" You ask Quinn, not wanting to be here when Josh eventually connects the dots.

"Absolutely," Quinn says, grabbing the keys.

#⇢ ˗ˏˋ 📂 bedsyandco works! #⇢ ˗ˏˋ 📜 cam's fics #hockey fic #nhl fic #hockey blurb #hockey imagine #nhl blurb #nhl fanfiction #nhl imagine #quinn hughes fanfiction #quinn hughes x reader #quinn hughes blurb #quinn hughes imagine #quinn hughes #quinn hughes x y/n #🌶

[skyeslittlecorner]

Omg loveeee your works and the smol kings 😍 Can I have some more plssssss 🥺 Like MC teasing them for being so little (poke and bite those cheeks... 👉👈), then carrying them in their hands for cuddles or some kissie and huggie 🥹🥹🥹 Or any other fluff stuff too!!!!!

Ahhh they're just too precious 🥺 Nobles move aside, it's time to take care of these rascals personally. Little, lovable rascals. The more I see them like this, the more I hope that PB will take the opportunity and turn them into kids one day. Even for a moment. Let me hold and cuddle baby Satan pleeeaseee 🙏🙏

PS. I swear it supposed to be fluff BUT Levi said noooo who need fluff when we can have ✨trauma✨. He doesn't cooperate even in fanfics.

Satan

Remember how Sitri was worried about whether it was good idea to show Satan to people of Gehenna? You found out how wrong he was as soon as the other kids appeared on the horizon. Satan's gaze was glued to them. Silenced by the Paimon’s bubble gum, tearing the teddy bears brought by Leraye, didn't even pay attention to the nobles, he just grabbed your hand and pointed towards the group of kids with sticks.

"Over there! Let’s go!"

You were alone with him for a while, but it wouldn't hurt if you two went out to play, right? He didn't need the nobles' presence. But you? You were supposed to sit with him and the kids. When Satan took a stick they were pretending is a gun, you expected to get one too. Instead, he stood in front of you and stated seriously:

“You're my queen, you don't fight! I'm fighting for you.”

He looked so cute that you burst out laughing and pinched his fluffy cheek. He groaned and pushed your hand away. 

"No! You can't! You don't do that to warriors!”

“Then protect me bravely, my king.”

You moved away to a safe distance so as not to accidentally get hit by a piece of bark or a bullet of the mud. Two women who stood a little further away, apparently the mothers of some kids from group, invited you to join them.

“I didn't know you had children, he looks so sweet…”

“He's really strong! Just like his majesty Satan. Incredible”

You watched tenderly as the little ones rolled in the dust and puddles. Kids. You had to explain everything to the women, but maybe not yet. A family with him… The very idea melted you inside. More and more often you wondered if you really wanted to come back to Earth.

Mammon

You were gone for fifteen minutes at most. It took you a moment of wandering around the gallery to find the bathroom, and then an even longer moment not to get lost in the bathroom itself (why was a sauna there?). As you returned to the alley where you left the nobles with the little king, you heard howling. You had a bad feeling. They were confirmed when you turned between the shelves and a scene straight from Dante's Inferno appeared before your eyes.

Bimet was crouching and waving toy cars, Eligos was swinging a gold-plated candy bar, and Mammon was sitting on the floor and crying. Valefor was the only one who looked conscious, with the phone to his ear.

“There you are,” he smiled with relief as you came closer in your stupor. “I tried to call you. His Majesty… You see what happened as soon as you left us.”

Bimet narrowed his eyes and huffed.

“Come here and fix it.”

You didn't even feel like making fun of them because this sobbing was tearing your heart apart. Mammon was really tiny as a child. You knelt down and gathered him in your arms, his slim body clinging to you with all his frail strength. He calmed down, but only a little.

“Here, here. Everything's fine. What happened?"

“I found… something… for you.” His voice was interrupted by hiccups. "But you were not there…"

You kissed the top of his head, between the curled horns. His head sometimes tilted to the left, where the heavier horn was.

“Shhh, I won't leave you anymore.”

“You promise?”

You nodded, and the kid smiled through his tears. He sniffed and pressed a candy bracelet into your hand. When he grabbed your hand, you felt that he still had some of his adult strength in him. From now on, you were forbidden to leave his side.

Beelzebub

You spent the entire day running back and forth around Avisos after the little king who refused to sit still. You thought your legs were going to fall off. When you were sitting on the couch in the office and the little boy was falling asleep on your lap, you realized that you simply went about it wrong. It was a better idea to take him to the feast immediately. It's true that he ate three pubs, but this bill was nothing compared to his usual conquests. He lay curled up, his head in your lap, holding your hand.

“My tummy hurts.”

Bael, although he took pity enough not to rush him to work, still preferred to have you both with him, in the office.

“So you didn't have to eat that much?”

“I am the king of gluttony.”

“You're a little worm, Beel. This is how you end up mixing newt eyes with Eastern European moonshine. Next time you'll think about what you're cooking."

He was answered by a childish grumble, as Beel squeezed your hand tighter.

“Don't listen to Bael, he's stupid. It tasted so nice…”

"I heard it."

"He worries about you." You stroked the blond hair that you had already braided.

Beel wanted to talk to you again, take you somewhere, but you saw that his eyes were closing completely. You laid down on the couch and let him snuggle against your chest. 

Bael just glanced at you, but soon you were both asleep. He sighed and covered you with the blanket, and now that Beelzebub was asleep, he could stroke his hair a little too. Stupid... but he's still his king. And a friend, after all.

Leviathan

Young Levi was even quieter than usual, and much, much more fearful. He didn't want to have anything to do with anyone. He hid in corners and nooks, and the fact that he was tiny didn't help. You knew that the invisible Foras was watching over him, but that didn't calm you down. A gift for this child came to your mind, when you saw that all the pens were missing from the desk.

You found Levi hidden behind his coffin, with a stack of notes scattered around. All the drawings were black, gloomy and hastily sketched.

“Leviathan?”

He started like a frightened deer ready to run away.

“Don't go, please… it's me. It's just me. I have something for you."

He didn't back down, but he didn't invite you in either. Still, you sat down across from him and placed a new pack of colored pencils next to drawings. He looked at them, his small lips quivering as if he were holding back tears.

“I don't want them.”

"Why?"

“It wasn't… it wasn't colorful there.”

His drawings made it all too clear to you what he was thinking. You saw the castle of Hades and the spindly Levi himself. You could tell by the horns. But other children, with broken horns, with bandages...

“They want you to be happy.” You reached out and wiped away the tears that ran down his pale cheeks. Little fists rubbed eyes in anger. Tears came to your own eyes as you looked at his silent pain.

Leviathan himself must have felt terrified, because he stood up and staggered closer. Trembling fingers grabbed your sleeve. A piercing sob hit you straight in the heart. All you could do was cradle him in your arms. 

You took a new piece of paper, the brightest color you could find, and started to draw. You gently stroked the shaking shoulders and only picked up the paper when you finished.

"Look here."

Your artistic skills left much to be desired, especially that you didn’t draw with your leading hand, because thi one was holding a crying child. The picture of Levi with his nobles and, above all, you, was bursting with colors. Foras must have had a lot of fun seeing this, but you had to swallow your pride.

“It's nasty.” Levi commented through tears. “And Glasyal looks like he has a hump. That's not how it should look."

But you managed to distract him. Now, until he fell asleep in your arms, little Leviathan never left your side.

#whb #what in hell is bad #whb satan #whb beelzebub #whb mammon #whb leviathan #skye's little talk

[monicahar]

—guide on how to fluster the wanderer in four simple steps!

ever wanted your mean lil gremlin of a lover to blush before your very eyes? well, well, you've come the right person!

gn! reader, crack & fluff, dark humor cuz obv i will never miss a chance to bully scara, gets suggestive at the end cause why not djsjsjdjdj idk what im doing i have 26 drafts collecting dust and this is the first thing i finished 💀 help me

# i. choose the appropriate time to strike.

this is the most essential factor in making your huffy lover get embarrassed and not accidentally behead you in a fit.

(he'd never do such a thing on purpose, atleast.)

failing to follow in accordance to this particular step will certainly lead to unwanted consequences such as;

ignoring you the whole day(😦), blasting you off onto another nation(😨), a slight chance of having your head not intact by the end of the day(😰), no warm huggie wuggies from your pretty boyfie(😫) and the ever-dreaded deprivation of authority over his hat(😱)—you couldn't bear to not wear it for a bare minimum of 10 minutes a day!

but if it all comes to shove and you successfully select the perfect timing to initiate your relentless attack on his pride and ego, you might as well prepare your fragile heart for a blessing of a sight such as reddened cheeks present on his fair face as everything from now will be considered smooth sailing! not that hard now, is it?

“you've been gawking at me for a while. what do you want?” you don't flinch a bit when he abruptly closes the book he was previously reading, turning his head to meet your staring eyes with a bothered glare of his own.

ignoring his rather harsh acknowledgement of your silent yearning for his attention to be woven towards you instead of that book he's holding, you blink to yourself as something hits you. he raises a brow at your silence and the seemingly fleeting moment of enlightenment that crosses your blank expression.

the quietude and solitary peace of the room and its atmosphere along with him not throwing his book at you from staring at him basically the whole time he was engorging himself in the piece literature he's holding strongly suggested he was in a good mood.

a perfect moment to strike arises!

# ii. formulate the right approach.

whether your attack should be mild/teasing or rather heated/steamy—it heavily depends on the situation you've chosen and deemed as the appropriate time to strike.

take note of some his small actions to concur what he's feeling at the moment—is he feeling a tad bit annoyed? is he currently in one his clingy moods? does he look like he wants to murder you? or is he just neutral, awaiting for something to interrupt the usual streak of normalcy and growing boredom in his day?

but right now, in your current time—he was just reading his book before he finally picked up and confronted your lengthened staring burning the side of his face.

so something a bit more on the light teasing side would fit. if you brought up some type of dirty joke right now amidst the very normal and quiet day you both are having, he'd probably stand up, approach you with his light footsteps, and backhandedly slap you across the face for being such a horndog.

(that was a joke, for legal reasons. he's more likely to just squint his eyes at you weirdly and continue on reading his book, resulting into the failure of your plan to see him get embarrassed. game over.)

choosing to be a clever dog just this once, you coordinate your attack to match up along with your reply to his earlier question—barking back with the intention to strike at one of his weak points only open to his lover; his perfected features that make up his beautiful face.

raising a hand to your cheek as to feign shyness from being caught red-handed by staring at him, you let out a hearty giggle to soothe his nerves—his frown immediately dissipating from the sound of your laughter. his last defensive barrier: shattered. shutting your eyes knowingly as you raise a cup of bitter tea to your lips, you already know you've won.

“hehe, my bad. you just look a bit more handsome today.”

“...”

a beat of silence overcomes the short exchange of words.

it might seem light or weak to others, heck, even you see it as a bit pathetic, but to the complete virgin former harbinger, he views it totally differently from how others would have expected.

a small push filled with sincerity and truth is his breaking point a hundred percent of the time.

lifting your eyelids as you place your teacup down, your heart clenches at the sight before you.

# iii. relish in the rare moment of weakness.

soak it all up as much as you can. but don't let greed take over you at the taste of victory.

moments such as these aren't anywhere near common at all. your excitement is nearly overflowing but you have to keep yourself still as to not ruin it for yourself.

you're so used to being shut down and ending in utter failure when trying to pry a positive reaction from him—that you could probably just burst from happiness alone when he finally concedes relents to your teasing.

you'd have to hold yourself down from pouncing on him from the display of sheer cuteness he's currently presenting to you, albeit you were quite annoyed with how he's trying hard to hide the rosy cheeks and ears you adored underneath the shadow of his hat.

why is he wearing his hat inside your shared inn? you don't know.

pushing yourself off from your seat, you quietly approach the man sitting across from you, cautious in your movements as to not startle and scare him away at this small window of vulnerability—already well-informed of his past experiences regarding it.

gently lifting his hat up and discarding it onto a nearby tabletop, he stares at you with wide eyes as you quickly swoop down to peck his forehead, and then down to his lips before pulling away just as hastily.

the caught-off-guard look on his face makes you coo at the sight in the back of your mind.

eyeing his flushed state, you can't help but let out a soft sigh as you seat yourself on his lap, wrapping your hands around him to pull him closer, chests against each other's as he remains stiffened underneath your loving hold.

cute.

“handsome.” you mutter, pressing a chaste kiss to his jaw. “my handsome boy.”

# iv. now, freestyle. 😼

do you want to cut the moment short, play hard to get and leave him wanting for more? or do you want to prolong the playful mood—and quite possibly, lead it into something more?

if you've started something, then you're surely going to finish it, right?

the wanderer, after all—dislikes people when they're all bark and no bite.

“you said that just to tease me, didn't you?” his clammy hands that were suspended in the air for so long out of surprise finally made themselves home to your hips, his hold on it nearly bruising as he desperately tries to calm down his erratic emotions. “always think you're so funny, huh.” he mutters.

“i supposed so, initially. it still held truth in the end though. i like your cute reactions.” you admit with a lop-sided smile, cupping his burning cheek as you slight lean away to look at him wholly. “a very handsome boyfriend, indeed.” you nod in affirmation, making him narrow his eyes.

his blush is now non-existent as he's now back to his normal self, having gained composure as quickly as it left the moment you sat yourself on his lap. he was cute earlier, avoiding your gaze and all that, but this side of him was undoubtedly way more attractive. his exuding confidence always never fails to drive you crazy.

a shiver makes it way down your spine when an all-knowing smirk makes its way to his lips.

“alright then, [name].” he leans back on his chair, his hands not leaving your hips to keep you anchored atop of him, the expanse of his lean body now a lot more visible to you. “what's your next course of action? are you going to stand up and disappoint me? ...or are you going to live up to the hinted suggestions of your less-than-friendly touches just now?”

there it was. that daring gaze of his.

are you going to continue upholding the streak of normalcy you didn't know you were both capable of, or will you give in to your desires?

and then nahida barges in, slaps both of you with an overgrown radish and everyone starts behaving like proper educated adults 🥰 the end.

#scaramouche x reader #wanderer x reader #kunikuzushi x reader #genshin x reader #genshin drabbles #genshin impact imagines #genshin impact headcanons #genshin impact x reader #har❗fiction #scaramouche fluff

[animehideout]

Can u write oneshot satoXshort f!reader? And both entp!( I mean he ofc is but like u get it)

I don't k if i can or the requests r open but I hoppee!!

GOJO SATORU X ENTP SHORT F!READER

A/n : Hii bestie @nana-saturo , sorry for this late update. I really hope you like it tho 😭✨ sending you big huggies ʕ⁠っ⁠•⁠ᴥ⁠•⁠ʔ⁠っ

Both ENTPs? Teasing and sarcasm are the backbone of your relationship, your number one love language and both of you agree on that.  You have a unique kind of romance, filled with banter, competition, roasting each other and a lot of skinship. You just love touching each other at any given chance and under any circumstances. You’d be hanging out alone or with your group of friends, randomly and unexpectedly, you decide to shower each other in affection. You’re a dynamic and chaotic couple, literally annoying each other and everyone else in the room. May or may not use insults as nicknames.

ENTPs get bored easily and want to be entertained 24/7 or you might lose interest. Lucky for you, you found each other, both you and Gojo have a blast together in your own  unique way. You may team up to prank people just because why not? Joking around a lot, people may not take you seriously, but in reality you’re smart and high intellectuals. You’re just unique in everything, to the point that only you can get each other.

Gojo likes to annoy you, using your height to tease you. Always making playful remarks. He finds amusement in resting his arm on top of your head, playfully putting all of his weight just to see you struggle.

“you know babe, you’re the perfect height for a napkin holder!” .

“They say good things come in small packages, but I guess great things come in tiny ones…just like you hehe”.

Would you get offended? Absolutely not! You always come up with the best comebacks. And once you start teasing each other, the cycle never ends.

“Oh yeah? You think I’m too short? Well I guess you’re just too tall! I’m pretty sure you were a giraffe in your past life, you even got the long neck to match!”

“you’re like a human ladder, I won’t find a difficulty changing my lamps”.

This kind of jokesstrengthens your relationship, Gojo loves loves it when you don’t hold back and just make fun of him,  when you match his energy and vibe. Even during arguments, you never stop being playful, he mischievously places your belongings on higher shelves so he’d watch you struggle to reach them or so you can ask him from help. But of course as an ENTP you’re independent and kind of self-centered so it would be an insult to you if you ask for help. So he always ends up laughing while watching you tiptoeing or  getting on the counter to get to that shelf.  

“Really? Tiptoeing? You wouldn’t even reach my knees” .

He’d willingly get you what you want even though you defiantly told him that you can handle it yourself. Your bickering sets everyone off the edge, except for you. People around you might think  you hate each other since you’re getting to each other’s throat but in reality it’s just a simple small argument, ENTPs just love the drama.

Beyond the mean jokes and the heart crushing teasing, you truly appreciate each other’s heights. He finds you extremely cute, he loves the height gap and given Gojo’s personality it makes him feel very protective over you.

“Your height only adds to your charm and uniqueness..making you even more captivating and attractive in my eyes.” .

In return, of course you love his height too. Whenever you burry your head in his chest, you can actually listen to his heartbeat, and you find it really soothing, his huge form makes you feel safe and warm, he’s like a human teddy bear. His embrace is your favorite hideout and his big arms are your shields.

“I feel so secure when I’m with you. Your height makes me feel safe…. It adds to your charisma” .

ENTPs feed on compliments; it boosts your self-confidence to the top. After making fun of each other, you always make sure to reassure each other and show your love and admiration. You actually find joy in each other’s  size difference, both of you are like the same person but in different shapes, what’s more fun than that?!

"I love how perfectly we fit together, like two puzzle pieces destined to complement each other."

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[delayed-affection]

Quiet Time

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Quinn Hughes x reader

Warnings: petname (Love)

Word count: 0.8k 

The team just got back from a big win against Dallas. Quinn played hard, it was definitely one of the games he wanted to score in.

But he’s tired now, his body is aching and all he wants to do is lay down.

However, all he really wants and needs is you.

~

It’s late, a little after one in the morning. You lay in your bed half asleep waiting for Quinn to come home.

Setting your phone down you hope that he’ll be here soon.

~

He quietly walks into the bedroom and quickly changes. He gets into bed and pulls you over to him.

You turn your body to face him, “You’re home.” You whisper

“Yeah, I’m home, love.”

You lay your head on his chest, “You did really good tonight.”

He kisses the top of your head, “Thank you, love.”

You yawn and nod.

He rubs his eyes, “But it would’ve been better if I score a goal.”

“You did even better than that though.” you assure

“What do you mean?”

“You’re the first defenseman in Canucks history with consecutive fifty assists seasons. Do you know how big that is?”

Even in the dark you tell that getting he’s sheepish.

He tries to hide his smile by looking away from you, “That is pretty big, huh.”

You kiss his cheek then his lips, “It is and I’m so proud of you.”

“And, hey.” you hold his face making sure he looks at you, “I’ll always be proud of you, whether you score ten goals or no goals. You got that?”

You can hear his heart speed up when you lay your head back down. He doesn’t give you a response, he just kisses the top of your head again.

The room falls silent, the only thing you can hear is each other’s breathing. Yet the two of you aren’t asleep. Instead, you’re just lying there, holding each other.

He softly rubs your back as you draw little things on his chest with your finger.

It’s moments like this that he savors and loves. Being a private guy, he loves when it’s just you two, no distractions.

“Hey.” He whispers, “Do you wanna come to the game Thursday?”

You fake gasp, “Is thee Quinn Hughes inviting me to a game?”

It’s not the first time he’s asked you to a game but he usually doesn’t ask, you just go. So why not poke the Huggy bear.

“Yes, I’m inviting you to a game.”

“I never thought this day would come.” You tease, “Quinn Hughes never invites people to his games.”

He rolls his eyes, “And I’ll continue not to ask if you keep being a smartass.”

“Oh but I thought you loved my smartass remarks.”

“Yeah, when they’re not directed at me.” He replies, “So do you want to go or not?”

You give him a quick peck on the lips, “Calm down Huckleberry Quinn, I would love to go.”

“Did you really just call me Huckleberry Quinn?”

“I did and I’m not taking it back.” you state

He pushes you way, “I come home, and this is how you treat me?”

You softly laugh and lay basically on top of him, “You signed up for this when you asked me out.”

“And I’m starting to regret it, if I’m being honest.” he jokes moving you guys back to your original positions.

“Rude.” you reply

He chuckles, “You started it.”

You smile, “I know, I just wasn’t expecting you to say something back. However, I’m happy to see that I’m finally rubbing off on you.”

“Just don’t be like me on the ice.” You add

He gives you a confused look, “Why?”

You pat his cheek, “We gotta save this precious face of yours.”

You feel his face heat up on your hand.

he turns his head and kisses the inside of your palm, “You won’t have to worry about me getting in any fights any time soon, I promise.”

The comforting silence comes back, and your eyes grow tried.

~

You’re close to falling asleep when you feel him stroke your cheek, but you don’t move, not wanting to lose your comfortable position.

He sighs, “I live for these moments, you know? When it’s just us, no one else. It’s my favorite part of the day. It sucks when I’m away, even for a night.”

He lets out a quiet chuckle, “Don’t get me wrong, I love the guys and the game, but it’s too much sometimes. When I’m with you it’s calm, it’s like the world goes quiet and it’s just us. I don’t have to worry about anything when I’m with you.”

His voice is barely higher than a whisper, “You’re my safe place, love. I know I could come to you with anything and you’d do everything in your power to help me. You mean everything to me and I hope you feel the same.”

He sighs contentedly, “I love you, Y/n.”

You kiss his chest, “I love you too, Quinn.”

He looks down at you, “You were awake the entire time?”

You yawn and let out a dragged, “No.”

“Go to bed.” He whispers pulling you closer, “You little shit.”

You bury your head in his chest, “Goodnight, lover boy.”

He shakes his head, “Goodnight, love.”

#quinn hughes #quinn hughes imagine #quinn hughes x reader #quinn hughes x yn #NHL Hockey #nhl imagine #vancouver canucks

[fatuismooches]

SMOOCHES!! Hii cutie pie!! ໒꒰ྀི´ ˘ ` ꒱ྀིა

I hope you’ve been doing well and enjoying your week! I’ve had this small thought of fragile!reader for a while now so I now give this to you! I hope this doesn’t seem nsfw/suggestive it’s just fluffy fluff ><

Okay okay enough of my rambling! But fragile!reader and Dottore taking a bath together I think would be so so sweet. I think you’ve done something similar to this in the past (I’m not 100% sure so correct me if I’m wrong!) but I think that both of them being so vulnerable and being able to see each others body’s. Dottore most likely was forced into taking a bath with you, as with how fragile you are, he’s scared he would somehow hurt you. But you always reassure him that you love taking baths with him and that it’s something you always look forward to! With how fragile and weak reader is, I would imagine a clone or sometimes Zandik himself, helps them clean up and get all nice. Since your body is probably littered with bandages due to how much Dottore constantly injects you with medicine. But, they’re always so so gentle whenever they gently scrub your body n wash your hair with some lovely scented shampoo <3 (on more than one occasion you’ve definitely accidentally fallen asleep when a clone washes your hair because of how nice and relaxing it feels) but onto the main focus (sorry I went completely off topic there ໒꒰ྀིっ˕ -｡꒱ྀི১ )

But I think when you and Zandik do take baths, you two usually just admire eachother. Or well, you admire Zandik’s body. Since you always get to trace the many scars littered across his arms, hands, and chest. Sometimes if you’re even in a teasing mood, you kiss a few scars, which in return usually leads to Zandik having his ears tinted pink. (Yet he just blames it on the hot water) and I think Zandik would also in turn do the same. Gently caressing your body and soft bites on your neck or cheeks. Or even just admiring how perfect you are in his eyes, even if you may have scars, stretch marks, or things about your body that you don’t particularly like. (He always shoots down you talking negatively about your body because you’re literally perfect!!? Like there’s a reason he chose your and only you!) but this wouldn’t be a boo boo bear fic without angst. I think whenever you two do take baths and you’re just sitting in silence with your back pressed against his chest, he most likely notices how more bandages cover your frail body because of the injections. Or the bruises/cuts that you get whenever you trip or fall because of your weak legs not being able to hold you up. It only encourages him to focus more on your cure than his other experiments or Fatui related duties. And it only makes him to want to go for weeks on end without sleep. But of course, he’ll just have to enjoy these sweet tender moments he gets to enjoy with you. Even if most of the time you’re already asleep, he gently picks you up from the tub and wraps a soft fluffy blanket around you. Eventually changing you and tucking you into bed. Giving you a soft forehead kiss and leaving your bedroom. Only more determined in curing you soon.

Okay this brainrot was all over the place please excuse how horrible it is 😭!! (AND I REALLY HOPE THIS ISNT BREAKING ANY RULES OR MAKES YOU FEEL UNCOMFORTABLE I DONT MEAN TO MAKE IT NSFW/SUGGESTIVE IF IT DOES COME OUT THAT WAY) It’s 11 PM right now but I’ve been feeling a little sad, and writing Dottore brainrots always help in distracting me. I hope you’ve been having a wonderful start to July and having lovely days everyday!! I give you so many chu chus your cheeks become sore hehe!! Okay okay I won’t talk much longer! I hope you enjoy it though!! >< I love u so so much mwa mwa!!! Many kisses and huggies

-from your dear boo boo bear 🎐 anon

૮꒰ྀི∩´ ᵕ `∩꒱ྀིა

🎐 ANON I AM GENTLY KITHING YOUR CHEEKS AS WELL OMFG I LOVE THIS SM😭🥺

CRYING I FEEL SO HAPPY READING THIS… yes yes you two definitely take baths together ;( Vulnerability is something that’s hard for both of you. Hard for you because your illness has made your insecurities about yourself increase. Hard for Dottore for obvious reasons, even now he still finds it hard to lower his guard this much around someone (but he still does, and continues to be confused and surprised by how nice it feels.)

You always have to drag him into the bath with you. In reality he would really like to. But when he sees how fragile you are, inwardly he curses himself for not hurrying up with your cure. Not to mention he is not the best with comforting you especially when you’re such in an open and vulnerable state. So he tends to let you be and trust the clones to take care of you. Luckily you’re smart about it and you always drop the idea of it when the two of you have already spent some time together, so this way he can’t escape you. (You always love the royalty treatment you get when he rolls his eyes and comments at your neediness but picks up you with ease and lets you rest while he sets the bath, making sure the temperature is just right for your body and health.)

It just felt so nice. And not just the soothing feeling of sinking into water and letting your worries float away. To others it may sound like a silly thing to be so excited over. But for you this was some of your highly cherished moments. It was where you felt you could be yourself with Zandik. You wouldn’t be judged about anything. There was nothing that could disturb the two of you. No sounds besides the splashing of the water. All responsibilities and troubles drifted away with the soap suds. It even felt like the concept of time didn’t exist. Only the two of you mattered right now. Not to mention Zandik takes his mask off so you could stare at his pretty face for a long time :) It was always a sight to see. Even though it was scarred he was still the most handsome to you.

Though a lot of the bath is simply you two appreciating each other’s body wholesomely. You’re always the one to initiate it (you can’t help it, sometimes you wonder how you got so lucky) and you always rest your head on his wet chest, gently kissing the scars there, snaking your arms around him and tracing the ones on his back too, while he just looks at you in amusement. When you’re feeling playful you’ll kiss the ones on his neck too and you can feel him to the same too ;( The gentle graze of his pointy teeth is strangely pleasant and he knows it. (Once during the Akademiya you were curious as to how sharp his sharky teeth were, and you asked him to bite you with force. You needed to put a bandage on it after that, and he had the audacity to be surprised at his own strength.) You always take the chance to wash his fluffy hair. You don’t know how he gets it so nice with so minimal effort. Turns out even he doesn’t know. But he looks quite cute when his hair is completely damp and it’s no longer bouncy, sticking to his face.

Of course you are the epitome of beauty for Zandik. No other being, human or not, comes close to you. This is extremely high praise from him considering he doesn’t see beauty or perfection in anything else. He doesn’t care about others in the slightest. He only sees you, and how you embody those traits. If you ever try to hide your body from him, he’ll just trap you in his arms so you can’t run away. And just tell you straight up not to be ridiculous. That since your days in the Akademiya he’s only had eyes for you. That every single part of you is alluring and makes him want more. He doesn’t mean to hurt you with his tone or anything. But he’s very serious when he says stuff like that. If it were possible he’d give you his eyes so you can see how he sees you (I mean it quite literally)

Even though you’re the one dragging him into this you always fall asleep first on his chest. And it’s this time when he fully gets to take notes of your body. Once again he wishes that you didn’t need to go through this. He longs for the day he holds the cure in his hand. When he gets to see you do everything you used to with ease. Maybe get a bruise from running so fast without a care in the world this time instead. Unfortunately you’re not awake to distract him from these thoughts. He takes a look at your face, it’s tired but you’re still smiling. And now he is a bit too, because you’ll always be by his side regardless. He knows you probably wish that he’d cuddle with you right now. But for your sake, he needs to press on.

As for the clones, they have created a schedule between themselves on who helps you clean up on which day. I feel like they exchange notes on which soaps and body washes and scents you like the best - they actually made it themselves, tailored to your likes and body and in case you have sensitive skin. Also, they are blowing the budget on the fluffiest soft towels for you! (Don’t let Pantalone know) I imagine they are always willing to help you since even the simplest tasks can feel exhausting and challenging for you sometimes. If you’re in the mood, sometimes you’ll be really talkative, asking them about lots of things. Or sometimes you’ll let them do all the talking and just listen happily. Or sometimes it’s just silence but comfortable. Either way, it feels very very soft and nice especially when they’re working the soap into your body and scalp (honestly it feels like a massage, depending on which clone you’re with, the older ones are more methodical and slow with it.)

I honestly can't remember writing something like this (if I have it's just been way too long 😭) BUT OMG I LOVED IT SM IT WAS LITERALLY AMAZING SHUSH. And I'm so sorry you're feeling sad :( I'm sending lots of hugs and kithes your way, Dottore is too <3 I hope you have lots of good days too!! Ily more!! Lots of smooches for you!! 💖💕💕💖

#smooches talks #🎐 anon #fragile reader <3 #dottore love notes <3 #U DONT UNDERSTAND HOW MUCH I LOVE THIS #I LOVE LOVE FLUFFY BATH TIMES 😭😭💖

[oleksiak-pettersson]

can we get more huggy smut pls 😫

(This isn’t my usual sub!Quinn stuff!) inspired by a convo with @leafsbabe

It had started with a simple glance. He knew he played well, you knew he played well, and the anticipation of what was to come next had you clenching your thighs together.

Natalie Miller chuckles from her seat beside you, drawing the attention of both Holly Horvat and Lexi Demko in the process.

"You're practically shaking, Y/N," she teases, a knowing look crossing her face.

Confusion washes over Lexi's face, as she turns to Holly for clarification.

"Our resident Huggy bear is a bit of an animal after a good game," Holly smirks, as you blush a little.

Lexi scoffs as if she doesn't believe the older woman, you don't blame her. If you weren't the one about to be destroyed, you wouldn't think Quinn capable of the pleasure he can bring.

They continue their gossip as they lead you down to the deep dark bowels of Rogers Arena. You know Quinn will be wanted by the media. You will likely be the last one in the hallway waiting for your man.

Several of his teammates tease you as they leave.

Bo just gives you a knowing look before joining his wife and leaving for the night.

"See you tomorrow," Brock smirks, knowing damn well that you won't be joining the normal brunch date a bunch of the younger guys have the day after a game.

Elias laughs at his comment, "There's no way she's going to be able to walk after Huggy is done with her."

Quinn is in fact the last to leave, he's still buzzing with energy and looks ready to devour you right there in the hallway.

"Let's get you home, gorgeous," He smiles, pressing a light kiss against your lips. You chase his mouth as he back away, you want more than just a lingering ghost.

The drive home is quiet, Quinn keeps a hand on your thigh the entire time. There's country music playing lowly, falling from the car speakers like snow blankets an area.

Upon parking in the garage, Quinn walks around the car getting to your door faster than you can get your seatbelt off. You smile gratefully at him and stretch your legs.

He pushes you against the wall, mouth fervently attacking your neck.

"Quinny, oh baby," Your hands grip his hair as he picks you up by wrapping his arms around your waist.

He lifts you onto the stairs leading into the house before pulling away. He runs a hand through his shaggy hair before working on getting your pants off.

“Baby, what are you doing?” You ask, normally it’s his night when he plays good but he seems to have changed his mind.

“Taking my prize,” he smirks, he’s got your pants off fully. He licks his lips at the lace that covers you.

Quinn leans forward and presses a kiss against the underwear. You gasp at the feeling of his scruff against your navel.

His head moves lower, kissing your lips through the coverage. The tip of his nose brushes against your clit and your eyes widen at the feeling. Quinn bypasses your pussy all together. His hands move your thighs open.

He begins to graze his teeth against the skin of your thighs. His facial hair burns against your thighs, but it feels so good.

Quinn starts to suck hickeys on your right thigh, your eyes flutter shut and your hands grip the stairs below you.

When he’s satisfied with his work, he moves the the next thigh. You can see the beginning of a ‘Q’ forming in hickeys on your right leg. There’s scraps from his scruff around it.

Quinn pulls the underwear off you forcefully. It rips in his hold and he smirks proudly at the show of strength.

“Are you wet for me? All for me?” He growls, eyes growing wide with lust, his tongue tracing his lips.

He traces a finger along the lips of your entrance, the coolness of his fingertip sends shivers down your spine. You nod frantically as he watches you like prey.

He slides his finger in slowly, getting a slow feel for how ready your body is. The second and third finger follow suit. He tongues at your clit and the feeling is overwhelming.

He pulls his fingers out, holding them out for you to clean. You do so eagerly and it has him chuckling.

He looks incredible, underneath you, suit still on and hair messy from the post-game shower.

His hands come to girl your thighs, he lifts your torso to his face. Quinn pulls your thighs tight against him, until he’s got no choice but to be between your legs.

His tongue begins its magic. He starts spelling out his name, pulling you tighter against him. You cry out, hands pulling at his hair.

He flicks at your clit before turning his head and rubbing his face against your thigh. The pain brings tears to your eyes, the coil inside you is tightening.

You’ve become a mess of moans and cries, hips trying to buck against his face. Quinn turns his focus back to your pussy. He starts tracing the alphabet with his tongue. His hands sneak under you and squeeze at your ass.

The feeling is too much and you cum with a cry of his name. You briefly blackout, stars filling your eyes.

When the garage comes back into focus, Quinn is still between your legs. His face is soaked, you definitely squirted.

“Okay pretty girl, let’s get you upstairs,” he says picking you up into his arms. “I’m not done with you yet.”

#quinn hughes #nhl imagine #hockey imagine #kylie writes hockey #nhl smut #kylies blurbs #dedicated to my one true love hanna #quinn hughes imagine

[hugheshugs]

treat it like a high school crush | q. hughes

inspired by johnny orlando's "you're just drunk."

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prompt: #57 — "call me in the morning.. when you're sober."

summary: your friends on the team force you to have a much needed conversation with quinn. the catch; he's drunk.

tw: alcohol/drunk character

pairing: drunk!quinn x reader

word count: 2.4k

taglist: @heatabovejakey @idfan21 @boeswhore @huggycelia @drei-mrssvechii @thescooby-gang

note: idk how i feel abt this one

you know it.

he knows it.

his friends know it.

everyone knows it.

it isn't a surprise they all realized it. it's partially your fault but you don't care. you blame it on the fact that you aren't very well at hiding things, your crush on quinn being one of them. even so, you have no shame in admitting you have a soft spot for a certain number 43.

it didn't take long for them to figure it out either, your liking towards him being so blatantly obvious that even a one eyed giraffe could see it.

you aren't spared by their teasings in the slightest, quinn included. he tells you he doesn't know how he feels about you yet but he likes making you happy and poking fun at you sometimes. he clearly doesn't have bad intentions and it thrills you to no end.

you just feel bad that he says he isn't sure about his feelings. are you doing something wrong? you don't feel good enough for him and you know you aren't. if you were good enough, he'd like you and he'd know it — which apparently he doesn't, and that's confirmation enough.

one day, you overhear quinn telling nils that he doesn't like you back. the lies you're being fed make you feel foolish and naïve, and you want nothing more than to hear the truth from him. he doesn't know you know about this but most of your friends on the team do and they feel for you.

since then, you've been trying to distance yourself from him. a reason why you find yourself here, hanging out with a bunch of five year olds.

"ahh how's miss. hughes doin' over here?"

you look up from the kids' colouring table and see brock hovering over you. you sit with some kids at jt miller's daughter's birthday party, colouring away and minding your business.

you don't drink and you aren't very good friends with the other girls so you decided to come to the kids instead. you felt more in your element, the plastic lavender table and chair set calling your name.

"i'm just colouring a bear," you say, continuing to shade in the nose with a crayon.

"how on brand," brock smirks.

you blush. "may or may not be why i chose it.."

"we gotta show huggy," he insists, crouching down to your level.

"no, we are not showing hugs. what are you doing here, anyway?" you ask, turning towards him and lowering your crayon.

"no one has seen you for hours. we were all wondering where you went, just didn't expect you to be here," he informs, ducking as a plushy is thrown his way.

"oh, i didn't think anyone would care," you frown, confused by his words.

"why would we not?"

you don't know how to reply so you simply shrug and go back to your bear. a couple footsteps enter the room but you keep your head down.

"how's she doing?"

"she's heartbroken," you hear brock say, kneeling to your level.

you look up to see miller, petey and garly walking into the room, and you assume brock is talking about you.

your eyebrows crease. "what are you talking about?"

"you think we haven't noticed you moping around like a lost puppy because quinn doesn't like you back?" miller sighs, taking a seat on the chair across from you.

you ignore him and cover your mouth, laughing at how funny he looks — a 6 foot tall man trying to sit at a children's table for you.

"lost bear," petey corrects, resulting in a sharp hit in the stomach by conor's elbow.

"what kind of friends would we be if we didn't notice?" he adds right after, the guys taking a seat around the now empty table.

great, they scared the kids away, you think to yourself as you see them all run out of the room.

you dread having a conversation with the boys. you know exactly where this is going to go. they're going to say all the right things, soften the hard shell you're putting up and make you crack. by the end of the talk you're going to be crying into brock's shoulder after having told them about all the unfortunate emotions your mind's been forcing you to feel.

"what's wrong, kid? we're here for you, you know that," miller asks almost parentally.

"i'm not a kid," you grumble, staring back down at the bear on the table.

petey snorts, resulting in another blow to the stomach.

"says the 20 year old girl sitting at a children's table and colouring a teddy bear," he ignores conor and comments.

you huff and cross your arms. "why is he even here? he's hugs' best friend, he's not on my side!"

"there aren't sides to this, angel," conor shakes his head and you glare at him knowing he's right. "we're all still your friends, we want what's best for you."

"what's best for me is that you go away and leave me alone," you mutter, the coloured bear now starting to irritate you after petey's comment.

you don't want to break in front of them but you feel it coming. the blood in your body rushes and your heart begins to thump against your chest, slowly yet aggressively.

"tell us how you feel, we won't judge. we just wanna help," brock encourages from beside you.

you close your eyes and sigh, leaning on your elbows and putting your head in your hands. you don't just tell your friends you feel unloved and unlovable. you don't just tell them you think you're going to die alone and that you know you aren't even good enough for yourself, those aren't just things you pour out to someone because they ask.

tears well up in your eyes and you remove your hands from your face, leaning back in your seat and keeping your gaze set on the bear in front of you.

"everything that's wrong with me has nothing to do with quinn. just drop it and leave me alone, please," you beg shakily and pick up a pencil.

"if you think that's going to make us leave, you couldn't be more wrong," miller says concerned.

you chew on the skin of your bottom lip. "i hate you guys."

knowing you're about to confide in them, they let your comment slide and stay silent.

"i don't think i've ever felt more alone than i do now. i don't think i've ever hated myself more than i do right now," you say slowly, holding the image of the bear in your hands.

"i feel like everyone— like you guys, are going to grow old with your happy families and i'm going to be here. i'm going to be here by myself, probably taking life day by day like i am now, with no one to care for me. not even myself," you confess finally. "is that what you wanted to hear?"

after hearing your words, they don't know what to say. you spoke without hesitation so you missed the silent tears streaming down your face and they see how broken really you are. feeling alone is something most people face, these boys being no exception. they understand how you feel and their hearts ache for you, harder than before.

"why didn't you tell us?" petey asks, breaking the silence.

"because that isn't just something you fucking tell people out of nowhere—" your voice cracks and you stop yourself.

frustration takes control of your mind and you snap, crushing the paper in your hands and throwing the stupid bear across the room. all your worries and doubts that had once been dancing on the edge of a cliff suddenly take the fall and you break down in front of the guys, like you knew you would.

you don't even have anything to say. you just cry, all your bottled up emotions reaching the brim and overflowing. brock pulls you into his chest and you sob, your trembling figure paining their sore eyes.

"why's she crying?"

you don't hear the voice through your cries but the men around you turn to glare at the boy who just walked into the room — the boy you want to see the least.

if you'd known he's watching, you'd stop whatever's going on with you immediately — but you don't. you don't know he's standing in the middle of the room, looking at you in concern. you don't know petey's trying to get him to leave but he keeps refusing.

it's when your cries come to a halt and your tears turn into sniffles that you feel an unwanted presence in the room. hearing quinn's voice for a split second, you shy away and keep your head buried in brock's neck, not wanting to face the boy you know is here.

people say that a good cry, that letting your emotions out are supposed to make you feel good, but you don't feel good at all. you only feel worse. you feel stupid and innocent, upset that you're so easy to break.

"i think you both need to have a good conversation," miller puts on his dad voice, standing up and comedically pushing quinn into the short plastic seat in front of you.

brock pulls away and gives you a reassuring smile. you feel bad that he was on his knees that entire time, internally cringing as he stands up to his full height and winces. you reach up to grab his finger and utter a small 'thank you' to him, receiving a nod and another smile in response.

"i don't wanna see you both leave this room until you've fixed whatever's broken," conor tells you both.

"which is basically everything," petey adds smartly before they all rush out, leaving you and quinn in an uncomfortable silence.

you try not to look at him but he lets out a weird noise and you can't help but bring your gaze towards him. you notice his head hanging down and scrunch your nose.

"are y-you okay?" you ask quietly. his head jerks up and your mouth parts at his glossy eyes and open lips.

he's drunk.

great, you think. they left you with a drunk quinn.

"wha.. 'm fine," he says quietly, rubbing his eyes. "you.. you're not."

your eyes crinkle and your wipe your wet cheeks. "huh?"

"you aren't.. fine. you aren't fine," he repeats.

"yes i am," you say coarsely, crossing your arms.

he shakes his head aggressively. "no you're not! you were jus'- jus' crying 'n your eyes are red."

"it doesn't matter—"

"can we cuddle?" he cuts you off and you nearly pass out.

"what?" you ask in disbelief. how did he change the conversation that quickly? drunk people.

"cuddle, i wan' cuddle," he replies, grabbing one of the crayons in front of you and snapping it in half.

"hey! why'd you do that?" you shout, reaching over to grab the two pieces out of his hands.

he shrugs, leaning backwards and almost falling over in his seat. your eyes widen as he mutters a string of curses and holds his arms out for you. you use all your force to pull him back up and glare at him when he sits upright.

"stop lookin'.. at me like that," he murmurs, a hiccup slowing him down.

"i should have let you fall. we're only like a foot above the ground," you huff at him.

"fine," he says before leaning back again and falling to the ground. his head hits the back of the plastic chair and he groans, clutching his skull.

"oh, fuck!" he groans in pain. your eyes bulge and you stand up from your seat, walking towards him and crouching down by his figure.

"are you okay?" you ask, sitting on your knees. he maneuvers his head into your lap and looks up at you.

"if i don't make it.. tell y/n i love her," he says dramatically, eyelashes fluttering.

you want to laugh at his acting but your heart sinks to your stomach and your throat runs dry.

"what?" you pretend you didn't hear him.

"y/n, tell y/n i love her," he repeats a little softer, his eyes moving around your face and inspecting every inch. "you look a little like her."

you shake your head, not believing his words one bit.

"you're just drunk," you tell him and he doesn't reply. "y/n? you don't like her.."

he doesn't like you, let alone love you. you heard it yourself, he said it himself. you look down at him, replacing his hands on his head with your own.

he rests his hands on his diaphragm and sighs. "yes i do. she's pretty 'n funny 'n the shweetesht girl ever."

you find his slurred words and slow talking very amusing. you'd be laughing if you weren't so confused.

"no you don't," you tell him. he's drunk and confused. you don't know why you're wasting your time trying to tell him he doesn't like you but there really isn't anything else for you to say.

"why do you think that?" he asks as you rub his injury. he gives you a funny smile and tries leaning into your hand, a grin making its way onto your face as well.

"i don't think it, i know it. you've said it before, hugs," you inform him as you lift his head up and stretch your legs out in front of you, placing his head back on top of your thighs.

"i don't know who you are or where.. where you're getting that from but- but i love her, i know i do," he argues, his eyes trying to close on him.

you notice his movements slowing and so does his breathing. you play with his hair, and he hums in approval. you stay quiet as your heart thumps against your chest, a response to his words and his head in your lap. the closeness makes your stomach erupt with butterflies.

"you tired?" you ask quietly.

"mhm," he nods, a cute yawn escaping his lips.

"go to sleep, it's okay," you lull, mentally preparing yourself to sit in this position for hours.

"you'll be here when i wake up?" he asks quickly, fright taking over.

your face softens. "yes, i promise."

"good. i know it's you, y/n," he mumbles, turning onto his side.

your mouth parts and you don't know what to say. he probably won't remember any of this by sunrise.

"call me in the morning.. when you're sober," you whisper, his eyes finally shutting.

"i will," you hear him say sleepily.

you know he won't. he'll forget this even happened but still, you treat it like a high school crush and hope that he might just mean what he said, ignoring the fact that you know it's so far from the truth.

little do you realize, drunk words are sober thoughts, and he meant exactly what he said.

part two

#quinn hughes #canucks #vancouver canucks #quinn hughes imagine #nhl imagine #quinn #hughes #hughes imagine #imagine #canucks imagine

[heytheredeann]

TMFU ask: Who do you think is the most tactile (i.e. who initiates physical contact most often - platonic or romantic, doesn't matter)? To me, Gaby looks like a hugger or someone who's not that aware of the concept of personal space. Napoleon kind of has touch asociated with work (pickpocketing and seducing) and he isn't used to causal touches. I'm really undecided about Illya because he looks like he would be cold and offish, but in the original script from 2012, if I recall correctly, he kisses Napoleon on both cheeks after he returns the father's watch. What is your take, please?

Thank you and have a nice day!!

*vibrates at a speed that could shatter glass* I love talking about touching headcanons a normal amount, thank you

Alright so, my perspective on this is similar to yours in some instances and pretty much opposite in others LOOOL

I don't really see Gaby as a hugger, I feel like out of the three of them she's probably the most Why Are Your Hands On Me one and the one that isn't really good at being soft and nurturing. That is not to say that she doesn't appreciate hugs and cuddles, but it takes her a while to be comfortable with them, she isn't really tactile as a general rule and sometimes she still wants her space, just because.

I do think that she tends to forget about appropriate personal space going forward though, but not in a huggy way, more in a "If one of my partners is sitting on the couch that is considered an open invitation to lie down with my legs or head in their lap, because it's comfortable" way. She enjoys this kind of casual proximity and once she is comfortable with them she initiates it often enough.

I pretty much agree with you on Napoleon! I think that he's used to touch as something transactional but he's also starved for intimacy (hence all the sexual encounters). One moment that I love in the context of this headcanon is when he tells Gaby "Hug me" before they cross the Berlin Wall, like. there was no reason to phrase it like that. HUG ME. This man wants hugs but he is shit as getting intimacy outside of sex.

I feel like his approach to getting touches from his partners would be to be obnoxious and teasing about it, in a way that he can play it off as a joke if he gets rejected. No, he is not going to subject himself to the mortifying ordeal of seriously asking or initiating anything.

As for Illya, I feel like he is the most tactile and huggy of the three loool. He seems to me like a pretty tactile person in general, even when it doesn’t come to other people (he seems to fidget quite a bit, both with his fingers and for example with Napoleon’s tools during their little night mission), and in the movie I feel like he was more handsy than it would have been necessary. Like:

So yeah I don’t have much trouble with the kissing on the cheeks in the original script because my headcanon is that Illya’s first instinct is just. hands everywhere. hugs for everyone.

Which I also love because he doesn’t look like the type when you first see him, and I like the idea of Napoleon and Gaby being surprised by just how tactile he gets as their relationship progresses.

This works out especially well for Napoleon, who wants all the touching but won’t ask and now has a partner that tends to be hands everywhere without even meaning to. He dies a little inside whenever Illya looks over his shoulder or casually lays a hand on his back or touches him while checking him over for injuries.

I do think it would take some time to build up to an actual hug, but if Gaby or Napoleon needed to be comforted or if Napoleon somehow worked up the courage to ask imo Illya would be like “SURE, HAVE A BEAR HUG THAT WILL LAST ANYWHERE BETWEEN 30 SECONDS AND 50 MINUTES, YOUR CHOICE”

Also, I headcanon that Illya has the habit of tucking his partners in at all times whenever the occasion arises, and that Napoleon is literally always napping on his shoulder on planes (he can’t be blamed for initiating the touching if he was pretending to be asleep the whole time!).

That’s about it on my take on this I think! Thank you for the question, it was really fun to answer <3 Have a nice day/night!

#gapollya #napollya #gallya #napoleon x gaby #illya x napoleon x gaby #the man from uncle #tmfu #not spn #my headcanon #ely replies #anon

[arrogantsonofabiscuit]

S/O who calls them by weird pet names

Feat:- Kuroo, Sakusa & Atsumu

A/n:- Fluff mentions of pet names! lil suggestive !

Kuroo Tetsurou:-

You and Kuroo were sitting on the porch sipping the cup of hot coffee on a cold winter day, enjoying the cold breeze.

You wanted some pancakes with the cup of coffee, so you decided to act cutely in order to get the pancakes to be made by your beloved! (y/n you are so nasty )

“My ruffled hair“ you call him.

Kuroo legit went like  😃—>🤨   huh?

“Kitten, what did you just call me?”

“My ruffled hair?”

“Ruffled hair? you don’t have to remind me 😤”

“Sorry, my Chico, my big kitty, could i get some pancakes , I am craving them so badly”

“I am craving them to , kitten . I will only make those if you give me a cute pet name . Go ahead , I am waiting”

“My snuggly bear! My lamp-post, my mac & cheese , my pancake, wait my big bear, my hulk, my chunky chunk. Um let me think”

“I have lost my appetite , lamp-post of all things? Jesus woman”

“My honey boo?”

“You can’t think anything other than food?”

“Well , its because you look so tasty , I am so hungry, might as well bite you right now”

“Wtf? Okay I am going to the kitchen right now to make us some pancakes”

“I wouldn’t mind your chunky cake”

“Y/n shut up!!!!!”he was so flustered that he tried covering his face and sprints to the kitchen.

After a while , you could smell the pancakes that made you more hungry that’s when you heard Kuroo call you.

“Short cake those pancakes are ready c’mon”

“On my way sexy beast”

“Y/n , if you don’t stop this I will be eating all the pancakes” his face said otherwise.

Sakusa Kiyoomi:-

It was a lazy afternoon you and Omi were tangled in those fluffy blankets .

You got up from the bed to clean your home.

It was your Saturday ritual , laze around in the morning  have a brunch and then take a nap on your bed and after that nap, you guys would start cleaning your house.

After completing with cleaning , you take a quick shower so that you could bake some cookies after all the hard work .

You were making some cookies whereas Sakusa was kneading the dough for the bread.

Looking at the dough  which Sakusa was kneading you thought about teasing Omi a bit.

“My cookie dough can you pass me the oven mitts?”

“Cookie dough?”

“Yeah? You didn’t like it? Let me try again.“

Sakusa passes you the oven mitts and you place the cookies in the oven.(You can obviously see that i can’t cook , maybe y/n can :(

“I am done here, love”

“Can you stir the pot please, my spatula”

Spatula? Sakusa literally did not understood why you were calling him such weird pet names.

“Anything else love?”

“Yeah could you please taste it and let me know is it missing salt, my honey butter biscuit?”

“What’s with your pet names? They are so weird, am I not your Omi?”

“Oh no you are my cheesecake!”

“Cheesecake?”Omi was kinda pouty because he did not understand why you were using such pet names for him.

“Stop pouting my huggy bear” you nudge his torso but Sakusa doesn’t look at you whatsoever.

“Since you are using those names for me , you are my Mask”

“Hey thats cute Omi!”

“How is it cute?”

“Because I am always around you , even when you are far away from me” you giggle and kiss his cheeks.

“Whatever” he was blushing.

Atsumu Miya:-

Atsumu had a day off ,he decided to sleep some more with you his arms.

You guys ordered some food and were sitting on the couch watching some rom/coms

Atsumu gets Suna’s call and he picks it up.

“Rin, why did ya call me?“

“Atsumu, its time.“

Atsumu realized what time it was , it was “GAMING WITH DA BOYS ”time!

And suna had called to remind him.

Atsumu looks towards you and watches you being so comfortable, he felt bad for asking but you always enjoyed watching him play some video games.

“Angel face, Rin called me to remind me to play games rn , should i ?”

“Sure , ‘Tsumu!”

Atsumu makes his way to his bedroom , setting up his gaming equipments.(Best feeling ever) 

You bring some snacks along with water , because he would get thirsty with all the shouting.

He kisses your cheek and mouths a thank you and starts entering the custom room to play with DA BOYSSS. 

Ahem....

You settle on the bed with your laptop on your hand and some snacks for you.

But you forgot to carry the banana milk that you kept in the fridge, you were cozied up and saw Atsumu was sitting ideally and was cursing.

You decided to ask him but by using some different pet names.

“Hey Muscleman”

He did not react at all.

“Chunky man?  Sexy pants? Tater tot? Foxy? Dumpling? my favourite twin?”

“’Tsumu, thats some weird pet names, also why are you so quite? didn’t i kill ya and took all your loots?”Suna teases him on the line.

“Hmm? what do you need sweetheart?”

“Um babycakes i forgot my banana milk, could you please get it for me?”

“Yes, anything for ya Angel face”

“SIMP!!!!” Osamu on the other line yells.

“CHUNKY MAN” suna joins in and teases him.

Atsumu was sure that his brother and friend would tease him to death.

But still didn’t change the fact that he is a simp for you <3.

Take Care <3

Reblogs are highly appreciated <3

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[senditcolton]

The Intimacy of... (13)

word count: 0.6k warnings: casual drinking, mention of COVID, light-hearted sacrilege

The Intimacy of... trying to make plans and “Oh no, we can’t, you’re working that day”

“I still can’t believe that you haven’t gone to see him yet!” you exclaim, making your way back into the living room, a new slice of pizza on your plate and a new can of beer in your hand.

“What? I couldn’t for a good amount of time because of COVID,” Quinn replies, his own light-hearted exasperation echoing yours. You sit back down on the loveseat across from him, a random hockey game playing in the background of Quinn’s apartment. Quinn, Elias, and Brock had all been hanging out and they shot a quick text into the group chat, inviting anyone else to join them. You had just gotten off work and hadn’t even changed before waltzing into the apartment like it was yours. The four of you had just started talking and you weren’t even sure how you landed on this topic, but now that it was brought up, you weren’t about to let it go.

“Well, they’re open now. And listen, if I had a bear named after me, you bet your ass I would be there in an instant,” you say, leaning back and taking a bite of your pizza.

“Yeah, but bears are one of your favorite animals so of course you’d be there,” Brock laughs, leaning into you and giving you a light shove with his elbow.

“Listen, they are the cutest things in the world, with their little ears and their fluffy poofy shapedness. Like, if there is a God, he’s not a nice god. Because he made bears and said ‘no hugging, you can’t hug them’. It’s an outrage,” you huff and you hear the laughter of the boys around you.

“I think you can blame whoever made teddy bears for that actually,” Elias jokes and you sigh.

“Well, whatever. The point is, you need to go to the Greater Vancouver Zoo and see Huggy Bear, the grizzly bear named after you. You even said you would on their Instagram when they announced it.”

“I can’t believe you remember that,” Quinn laughs before finally holding his hands up in defeat. “Fine, I promise I will go see Huggy Bear.”

“Oh, if you think I’m not going with you, you’re dead wrong,” you reply, another round of laughs coming up at the seriousness of your voice.

“Fine, let’s all go. We’ll figure out a day and plan everything out.”

“Why not now?” you say.

“Um, I think they’re closed right now,” Brock says and you roll your eyes.

“No, I didn’t mean let’s go right now. Let’s just figure out a day right now, since we’re all here. That way it’s set and we don’t have to worry about fumbling around later.” You wait until you hear the boys voice their agreement before you are all pulling out your phones and looking at your calendars.

“How about the week of the 6th through the 12th. The Canucks are in town that whole week so we can really pick any day,” Elias suggests.

“Let’s just do it that Monday, since our next game isn’t until Wednesday. That hopefully will mean we don’t have a skate or it will at least be optional,” Quinn says. You are about to disagree when a voice cuts you off.

“We can’t. Y/N has a big workshop/convention thing and that’s going to take up the day,” Brock says, explaining exactly what you were about to say. You hear Elias and Quinn hum as they focus back on their schedules but you don’t notice as you glance over to Brock.

“How did you know about that?” you ask quietly.

“You know, I do actually listen to you when you talk,” he replies his voice light and teasing. You smile, giving your head a light shake as you continue to look at the schedule. Finally, after a few more suggestions, you are all able to agree on a date. You lean back, content and happy that you now had plans to go wander the Zoo with your friends. You look over to Brock, laughing at something that Elias just said and you smile, a weird though popping into your head.

I can’t wait to show him the capybaras.

#nicole writes #the intimacy of series #brock boeser fluff

[yamithediaperdork]

Big Brother Loves you (Digimon)

Matt was riding cloud nine as he got ready for his date with Sora. no one was threatening the digi or real world, things with him and Sora were going great, and the sales of the new lone wolf's CD meant he had money to burn.

There were only two dark clouds in his sunny sky line was the fact TK had become more and more aggressive as of late, and belittling of Matt, because of the second problem: Matt had started bed wetting again.

It wouldn't of been so bad if TK didn't live with Matt, his share of the rent being paid by their parents and likewise for his food. and with school out all TK did was work out and lounge around the apartment while Matt had to mange the lone wolfs, keeping up gigs and doing band practice.

Since the accidents had started TK was always calling Matt 'little brother' or 'baby bro' or worse 'pissy pants' and after the fifth accident had gone out and gotten -4- packs of overnight diapers, using Matt's debit card.

when Matt had gone to say something about it TK had balled up a fist and brought it in like he was gonna punch Matt, making the older boy yelp and almost piss himself.

"That's what I thought. wear these to bed on your own Or I'll diaper you pissy pants. and If I diaper you, you're wearing the diapered till they're wet AND messy." TK had said and his evil smile left NO doubt in Matt's mind that he would follow though.

Still all that was behind him. He had booked a table at one of the finest restaurants in the city for him and Sora and then he'd gotten them a spot at the hottest club in town for drinks and dancing and finally reserved a hotel room for them.

It was going to be the perfect night and just thinking about Matt's head was up in the clouds, in a pair of black dress pants and a light green dress shirt that he didn't notice when TK came in, till his bully of a little brother spoke up.

"Oh my, your all dressed up for tonight! going out with the slut?" TK asked, smirking and leaning against the wall.

"D-Don't call Sora that, and yes, we're going out. Tonight's gonna be the night when we give yourself to each other. she's gonna be my first and I'm gonna be here." Matt said hotly.

"Awww, that's cute! you think she hasn't been ridding cock while waiting on you to build up the nerve to wreck her shit?" TK laughed. "Look baby bro, Let me spare you some time. That bitch has been putting out for any cock she could get her hands on, as long as it's 7 inches or more. Your little 4 inch wonder stands NO chance and let's be honest, your gonna blow your load in your pants before getting that far like you did during that slow dance at Joe's graduation party."

Matt was blushing super bad now, recalling the incident. Sora had been in a stunning gown, he'd been in a tux and halfway though the slow dance he'd creamed his pants so bad he'd stained her dress.

"T-That won't happen this time! Look, you're getting the house all to yourself tonight so just shut up and go plan a party alright?!" Matt huffed and Clenched a fist.

"Wait, your going out overnight? You sure Sora's gonna be ok with your 'little' problem?" TK said, noting Matt's fist and clearly not worried. "I doubt she's gonna wanna keep dating you after you piss on her in your sleep, and ditto when she see's you in your bed time diapies."

"Look asshole, just butt out of it and leave me alone or I'll-" Matt huffed, storming over and trying to get in TK's face, though due to a growth spurt TK was now the taller of them.

"You'll WHAT?" TK asked, and grabbed Matt by the collar with his left arm and hand and lifted him up off his feet and balled his hand into a fist and pulled his right arm back.

Without waiting for a answer Tk's threw the punch, though it stopped JUST in front of Matt's face the effect was instant and a hissing was heard as Matt's crotch dampened, then piss ran down his legs and puddled on the floor.

"That's what I thought bitch. I think your girlfriend deserves a night out with a real man." TK said and dropped Matt onto his ass, into the smelly puddle. "Get that mess cleaned up and then take a shower and meet me in my room. I'm gonna get you ready for the night."

With the mess cleaned up and Matt in the shower, TK listened to the soft sobs of shame and smiled even as he picked up his cell phone and starting to make a text message.

He'd gotten Sora's number from Matt's phone awhile back, and they had chatted off and on with TK asking her not to tell Matt he was messaging her, claiming Matt was the jealous type. So it was child's play to not only write a message explaining the full details of what kind of a loser Matt was, but to send her a few pictures of Matt in all his diaper bitch glory.

TK: Hey Sora, heard bout you and Matt's special night and I think there are some things you need to know about him.

Sora: Oh hey TK.

Like what?

TK: Well you already know he's a quick shot lol

Did he tell you how small he is?

Sora: LOL everyone knows about the quick shot thing.

Wait why do you know his cock size?

just how close are you two!?

TK: Well I know how 'big' he is because of his other other problem. He's a bed wetter and wears diapers to bed

Sora: LOL

Nice try TK

If your jealous just say so.

TK: Hey I'm not just blowing smoke. I got pictures and a video of him humping his huggies.

Sora: Surrre you do.

TK smirked and select a few of his favorite Matt pictures. one with him in just a diaper, on his back, hugging a teddy bear and sucking on his thumb in his sleep.

Anther with him holding a clearly soaked diaper away from him, holding it with just his index finger and thumb and holding his nose, in just a old white t-shirt.

and his favorite and most damning, Matt blushing and eyes closed, holding out a diaper and making it look like he was asking whoever took the picture (AKA him) to diaper him.

Sora: OMG O.O

TK: Still think I'm lying? XD

Sora: What the fuckkkk.. This looks less like bed wetting and more like he's a big fucking baby!!!!!

TK: XD well to be fair he loved being teased and treated like a little guy, so sometimes I wonder if he's still bed wetting.

or just using it as a excuse for huggies.

Sora: Wait, you said there was a video?

Let me see!!!

TK: heh, ok. it's about 5 min. long. perfect timing because piddle pants just got out of the shower after wetting himself LOL.

With the video sent to Sora, TK set his phone down and tugged out the extra pack of diapers he kept under his bed in case Matt ever tried to get out of wearing by saying he had used up all the ones in his room.

unlike Matt's normal bedtime diaper though, these were three times thicker and instead of being a basic white they had a nursery print on them.

there was a knock on his door and then it opened, and TK smirked, with the pack of 'little wussies, the baby diaper for big boys' sitting out on his bed and watching Matt's eyes go big and wide as he say what he would be wearing.

"T-TK no! please!" Matt mewed, his towel dropped to the floor and on his knees, hands together and begging. "I can't wear a diaper THAT thick out! Sora will notice fore sure! I'll be a good boy and wear one of the other diapers!"

TK thought about it for a second, but with Sora already told he figured it was too late for that fun.

"Relax Matt, I swear, Your not going out tonight in one of these diapers.Or in any diapers for that matter." TK said, coming over and tugging his so called big brother to his feet, a look of relief washing over Matt's face then replaced with confusion.

"Then.. why did you ha-" he started to ask, but TK cut him off.

"Because your not going out tonight. you're going to stay home and be tucked in bed save and sound like the little guy you are. I'M going to go out on your date with Sora and fuck her rotten..all on your dime." TK said and smirked.

"I..what!? Sora would NEVER agree to that! you can't do this!" Matt fumed and stomped a food.

"that's where your wrong. I might of texted her and gave her the impression your a closet diaper baby and she's more then a little shock. Right now she's watching a video of you humping your diapers while lisping about how much you love them." TK chuckled.

"But..but..You MADE me do that, you said if I didn't you were gonna kick my ass and lock me out for the night!!" Mat whined.

"Well -YOU- know that. and -I- know that. But who do you think Sora's gonna believe? the stud or the bed wetting loser?" TK asked smirking then giving Matt a look."Now, Your going in one of these diapers and your gonna pose for a picture to send to Sora one way or anther. we can do this the easy way where you let me do what I want, or the hard way where I spank your butt red and diaper you and take a picture anyways. Since I'm gonna get laid tonight I'm feeling generous and I'll let you pick: good boy or bad boy?"

Matt balled up his fists, looking ready to fright, starting to take a fighting stance.. then just dropped it and slumped forward, head hanging down.

"...I'll be a good boy." Matt said in a defeated voice, even as tears started to slide down his cheeks.

"Smart choice Mattie."

Sora couldn't believe what she was seeing as she watched the video over and over, waiting on TK to come back. Her so called stud in a diaper and humping his bed, moaning and coo'ing how much he 'wuv'ed his diapies' till he cried out and clearly creamed himself.

Sora was torn as she watched the video. On one hand she was upset that Matt had hidden this from her, She'd of never picked him over Tai if she had known he was a goo goo gaga diaper dork.

But on the other he WAS kinda cute in a pathetic sort of way and he WAS making decent coin.

"I suppose I could just blackmail to pay me to keep his dirty little secret." Sora mused out loud.

that DID leave her without a man though, Making her frown a little till she recalled just how in shape TK was and he was pretty good looking.

"then again small dicks might run in the family." she mused.

her phone buzzed and when she looked at the messages she was treated to a picture of Matt in just a babyish and thick diaper, tear stained cheek and holding up a sign that read 'plz dump me and go out with TK, He's hung.'

And to prove the point neck to Matt's tear stained face was a thick and long cock, ready to rub on the loser's cheek.

"..Well that settles that."

Still something like this shouldn't be done over a text, she was a proper lady after all and called TK's number instead.

As the phone rang TK smirked, tugging his pants back up and looking over at Matt.

"I wonder who that could be~" he snickered and answered. "Hello? Oh hey Sora... yeah that was my cock.... Uh-huh I thought as much. Sure you can still come over. I'll be getting a shower in and getting dressed for the night after I get the baby fed and put to bed." TK said, glancing over at a clock showing it was only 5:45 pm. "Hmm? Oh yeah, he's right here. Of course you can talk to him!"

Tk pulled the phone away from his ear and smirked at the sniffling Matt and held it out.

"It's for you diaper boy, Your 'girlfriend' wants to talk."

Matt whined and reached out, shaking as he took the cell phone and slowly put it to his ear.

"H-Hi Sora..L-Look I ca-" he started, but was cut off.

"There's nothing to explain Matt. I know everything. while I'll admit your a cute little pamper packer,I'm more into men who can get their rocks off without having to be pampered. So consider this your noticed that we're done, over, No more. I'll still come by and tease you but I'm going to be dating TK from now on." Sora said, a sharp edge to her voice and Matt felt the tears starting up again.

"But..but.." he whimpered.

"No butt's diaper boy. Now I will be nice and keep your love of huggies to myself and save your music career from flopping but my silence isn't for free. you're going to be spoiling me like the princess I am. Understood?" She asked.

"..I..Yes Sora." Matt whimpered and sobbed. "C-Can we at least still be friends?"

"heh, Awww~ How cute..and I'm gonna say not really. I'll put up with you when i've over there to be with TK but that's about it. I'm not gonna go out of my way to talk to you or be nice but I will make a effort not to make you cry, mostly because I hate the sound of bawling babies. Maybe if your a good boy and super spoil me I'll watch you hump a stuffie or whatever it is diaper losers like you do. Anyways, that's all I had to say to you, put your BIG brother back on the phone."

Matt was sobbing too hard at this point to say anything and rubbing his eyes with one hand, he held out the phone with the other.

TK took it back and ruffled Matt's hair.

"Thanks buddy. why don't you go and make yourself a bowl of cereal for your supper while the adults talk." TK said and Matt could hear Sora laughing.

Too defeated to argue, Matt nodded and started to stand up.

"what do you think your doing Mattie? In this house babies CRAWL." TK said.

Matt just whimpered and nodded, and on all fours crawled out of the room.

Tummy full of milk and cheerio's, Matt was put in a light green t-shirt that read 'diaper bitch' on the front in black text and was given a cock sharped pacifier with a green mouth guard to suck on, the dick being only 3 inches thankfully.

"There, you can picture it's yours and your getting a blow job as you got night night." TK snickered as he tucked Matt into his bed.

there was still sunlight coming into the room, even with his curtains closed.

"now I expect you to have that paci in your mouth and for that same diaper to still be on when I get back tomorrow morning, and I signed my name on the back of that diaper. I'll know if you removed it or changed it." TK warned.

Matt mewed and suckled on his paci and nodded he understood.

"I'll be taking your wallet of course and spoiling Sora, but if your a good little boy I might get you some baby toys. Have a good sleep loser, and dream about the pounding your EX girlfriend is gonna get." TK said and kissed Matt's forehead and headed for the door.

Pausing in the door frame he paused and looked over his shoulder.

"Oh and one last thing..remember big brother loves you~"

the end

[six-owls-in-a-trenchcoat]

OTP questions again for the same ships as usual

Thaluke 

1. Who is more nervous on their first date? 

She hates to admit it,  but Thalia. 

2. Who can’t stop giggling when their partner kisses them all over the face? 

Neither. Well, Thalia laughs when Luke does it, but it’s not really a giggle laugh. 

3. Who accidentally wears the other’s hat one day? 

Thalia, but it wasn’t an accident. 

4. Who is in love with the other person’s laugh? 

Luke. Thalia’s laugh is one of his favorite sounds in the world. 

5. Who covers the other person with a blanket when they fall asleep somewhere other than their bed?

Thalia. Luke has a habit of not sleeping if he can help it, so sometimes he gets so tired that he just drops like a stone. 

6. Who cracks open their beverage before handing it to their partner?

Both of them. 

7. What dance moves do they break out on the dance floor together? 

Neither of them really dance. 

8. What would be their dream vacation?

Anywhere as long as they’re together. 

9. If they tried to do the couple’s yoga challenge, how would they do? 

Poorly, neither of them are very flexible. 

10. Where do they spend most of their time together?

Anywhere they can. 

11. Who runs their hand over the other person’s skin to comfort them? 

Mostly Luke, but sometimes Thalia too. They’re both very physical and prefer to be comforted that way. 

12. Who accidentally falls asleep on the other?

Thalia. One of their favorite ways to cuddle is Thalia just laying in Luke’s arms with her head leaned on his chest and sometimes she just falls asleep like that. Luke doesn’t do anything, because to be honest, he loves just holding her close to his body like that.

13. Who would run a bath for the other? 

Thalia. Luke has anxiety and gets stressed easily, so Thalia is constantly doing things like that to help him feel better when he gets overwhelmed. 

14. What would their wedding look like? 

They would have it on Half-Blood Hill, Annabeth would be maid of honor and Jason would walk Thalia down the aisle. Luke would propose but would then basically let Thalia plan the whole thing until she tells him he should help because it’s his special day too.

15. Who would try to do something artsy for their partner and just before they were going to throw it out because they thought it sucked, their partner comes in and loves the art piece? 

Luke. 

Jasper

1. Who is more nervous on their first date?

Jason. Piper, being the daughter of the goddess of love, is more confident when it comes to romance, but Jason is just so flustered.

2. Who can’t stop giggling when their partner kisses them all over the face?

Both of them. 

3. Who accidentally wears the other’s hat one day?

Jason would and then laugh it off. 

4. Who is in love with the other person’s laugh?

Both of them. 

5. Who covers the other person with a blanket when they fall asleep somewhere other than their bed?

Piper. Jason has a habit of passing out, as we know, so Piper is always prepared. 

6. Who cracks open their beverage before handing it to their partner?

Jason, he’s a gentleman that way. And Piper would, but he insists she doesn’t need to do that.

7. What dance moves do they break out on the dance floor together?

Anything, really. 

8. What would be their dream vacation?

Rome or Paris. 

9. If they tried to do the couple’s yoga challenge, how would they do?

Pretty well. They both did a lot of yoga when they were younger, so they’re very good at it. 

10. Where do they spend most of their time together?

On roofs. 

11. Who runs their hand over the other person’s skin to comfort them?

Neither of them. Unlike Luke and Thalia, they both prefer to be comforted verbally. Jason will accept hugs, but Piper mainly just wants to vent. 

12. Who accidentally falls asleep on the other?

Piper. 

13. Who would run a bath for the other?

Jason. As we established, he’s a gentleman. He does let Piper do stuff for herself, but he still jumps at the chance to do her a favor and if there’s ever anything she actively expresses that she doesn’t want to do, he’ll do it for her. 

14. What would their wedding look like?

They would have kind of a hybrid mixture of a modern wedding and a traditional Roman one, and Aphrodite would be very involved.

15. Who would try to do something artsy for their partner and just before they were going to throw it out because they thought it sucked, their partner comes in and loves the art piece?

Piper. 

Frazel 

1. Who is more nervous on their first date?

Frank, the big teddy bear. 

2. Who can’t stop giggling when their partner kisses them all over the face?

Hazel. She loves it so much. 

3. Who accidentally wears the other’s hat one day?

Frank would and then get super flustered and embarrased. 

4. Who is in love with the other person’s laugh?

Hazel’s laugh lights up Frank’s world even when he’s feeling down. 

5. Who covers the other person with a blanket when they fall asleep somewhere other than their bed?

Frank.

6. Who cracks open their beverage before handing it to their partner?

Frank would, but he usually ends up getting sprayed in the face. 

7. What dance moves do they break out on the dance floor together?

All they really do is old fashioned slow dancing, which Frank struggles with. 

8. What would be their dream vacation?

Hazel would go back to New Orleans, and Frank would go wherever Hazel does.

9. If they tried to do the couple’s yoga challenge, how would they do?

Between the size difference and Frank’s clumsiness, not very well. 

10. Where do they spend most of their time together?

Anywhere Hazel wants to go. 

11. Who runs their hand over the other person’s skin to comfort them?

Neither, they’re both more huggy. 

12. Who accidentally falls asleep on the other?

Hazel. 

13. Who would run a bath for the other?

Frank would for Hazel.

14. What would their wedding look like?

Hazel’s dream wedding, whatever that may be. 

15. Who would try to do something artsy for their partner and just before they were going to throw it out because they thought it sucked, their partner comes in and loves the art piece?

Frank would because he knows Hazel loves art.

Ethabaster

1. Who is more nervous on their first date?

Both of them, they’re not good with feelings.

2. Who can’t stop giggling when their partner kisses them all over the face?

Neither. And it doesn’t even happen. Even when they’re alone, they’re not really big on PDA. 

3. Who accidentally wears the other’s hat one day?

Alabaster would and then use the opportunity to tease Ethan about his size (”Oh, that’s why it’s so small!”)

4. Who is in love with the other person’s laugh?

Alabaster, though he won’t admit it. 

5. Who covers the other person with a blanket when they fall asleep somewhere other than their bed?

Neither, they just drag the other back to bed. 

6. Who cracks open their beverage before handing it to their partner?

Neither, they’re both incredibly stubborn and petty and insist on opening their own drinks. 

7. What dance moves do they break out on the dance floor together?

They don’t dance. 

8. What would be their dream vacation?

They don’t care. 

9. If they tried to do the couple’s yoga challenge, how would they do?

Badly, they’re very uncordinated and have a similar height difference to Frank and Hazel. 

10. Where do they spend most of their time together?

No one really knows. 

11. Who runs their hand over the other person’s skin to comfort them

Neither. As we already established, they both hate PDA. 

12. Who accidentally falls asleep on the other?

Ethan would completely on accident. 

13. Who would run a bath for the other?

Same as the drink one, we’ve established that they’re both petty and stubborn, so they’re both like, “I can run my own damn (dam) bath!” 

14. What would their wedding look like?

Who knows? It probably wouldn’t be a big thing. 

15. Who would try to do something artsy for their partner and just before they were going to throw it out because they thought it sucked, their partner comes in and loves the art piece?

Alabaster. 

Perachabeth

1. Who is more nervous on their first date?

Percy. 

2. Who can’t stop giggling when their partner kisses them all over the face?

Percy or Rachel. 

3. Who accidentally wears the other’s hat one day?

Percy has worn both Annabeth’s and Rachel’s hats in the past. 

4. Who is in love with the other person’s laugh?

Percy is in love with both Annabeth and Rachel’s laughs. 

5. Who covers the other person with a blanket when they fall asleep somewhere other than their bed?

Annabeth.

6. Who cracks open their beverage before handing it to their partner?

Annabeth. 

7. What dance moves do they break out on the dance floor together?

Percy and Rachel would do something dorky and Annabeth would pretend not to know them, let alone be dating them. 

8. What would be their dream vacation?

Athens.

9. If they tried to do the couple’s yoga challenge, how would they do?

Not very well, but only because it’s kind of hard to do a challenge designed for two people with three people. They could alternate, they just don’t want to. 

10. Where do they spend most of their time together?

In Percy’s cabin or Rachel’s cave because no one else stays there. Or sometimes Percy will make a water bubble for the three of them at the bottom of the lake. 

11. Who runs their hand over the other person’s skin to comfort them?

Annabeth does it to Percy, but not Rachel because she doesn’t like to be comforted that way. 

12. Who accidentally falls asleep on the other?

Percy would fall asleep lying awkwardly across both Rachel and Annabeth’s laps. 

13. Who would run a bath for the other?

Percy because he’s good with water. 

14. What would their wedding look like?

Annabeth would plan it, though she’d try to throw in something the others would like. Like they’d have it on the beach for Percy and Rachel would get to design the artistic decorations. 

15. Who would try to do something artsy for their partner and just before they were going to throw it out because they thought it sucked, their partner comes in and loves the art piece?

Percy would try to make something for Rachel and Annabeth each. 

#pjo #ships #otp #otp questions #ot3 #thaluke #jasper #frazel #ethabaster #perachabeth

[renohasbigtits]

So I’ve seen a few others do headcanons for this but I’d love to see your take on it 😁 What pet names do the bros call their s/o, and what pet names do they like to be called by their s/o? Does anyone have any goofy pet names that exist solely to tease their partner (googly bear, shnookums, sugar tits, stuff like that lol)?

THIS IS GOALS PPL!!

I’d give anything for Ignis to call me by a pet nickname, but *sigh* he’s not real.

Sorry that this is structured a bit differently. Hopefully it’s not distracting.

Noctis

What he calls you.

• At First, he’s a little hesitant to call you anything but your real name.

• He’s kinda shy and awkward, so he doesn’t, at first.

• In private, he’ll call you ‘sweetie’ or ‘honey’. He does that, to test the waters.

• If it’s ok with you.

• Only in private tho.

• When you seem happy with the little nicknames, he’ll stick to those.

• He doesn’t wanna call you something embarrassing.

What you call him (Noctis)

• You on the other hand, call him all kinds cute pet nicknames!

• ‘Sleepy Prince’ is the one your mostly call him.

• You mostly say it to tease him when he sleeps too much.

• Which is all the time basically.

• But... there others too.

• ‘Cutie Choco’ ‘Don Dave’ (Don’t ask about that one.) ‘Kitty Boi’ annnnndddd a lot more!

• You call him ‘Kitty Boi’ because he saved a cat once.

• He gets super embarrassed about ‘Kitty Boi’

• Especially when your call him that around his friends.

• He never hears the end of it from Gladio

Prompto

What he calls you

• Like Noct, he’s a little hesitant to call you anything but your real name.

• Mostly to respect your personal boundaries, but also, he doesn’t really know what to call you.

• So he’ll go by a variant of your real name.

• It takes a awhile, but he asks you if he can call any pet nicknames.

• You say yes.

• Than he goes all out!

• ‘Chocobae’ ‘Chocoboo’ ‘Chocobaby’ too many others!

• They always start with Choco.

• You don’t mind them. There your favorites ❤️

What you call him (Prompto)

• You don’t hold back...

• ‘Lemon heart’ (apparently that one is from an old cartoon you used to watch as a kid. Yeah he doesn’t get it either.) ‘Goofy goo’ ‘Fuzzy’ ‘Sweetkinz’

• He gets a bit embarrassed.

• He’s never been called ‘those’ before.

• He doesn’t hate them! He really likes them all tbh.

• He feels more close to you because of those nicknames.

• ❤️❤️❤️

Ignis

What he calls you

• This man...

• This man sticks the usual ones...

• ‘Sweetie’ ‘Honey’ ‘Darling’ those ones.

• He may seems like he’s all tuff but really.. he’s a sweet bean.

• He’s started calling you your favorite... ‘Kitten’

• It makes you very blushie ☺️

What you call him 

• While you call him ‘Iggy’ ‘Specky’ ‘Igster’

• ....You also call him adorable and interesting pet nicknames.

• ‘Stucky’ ‘Sugar mama’ ’Iggy Biggie’ ‘Buggy’

• You’ve come up with... very interesting pet nicknames, to say the least.

• Ignis doesn’t understand where you get these from.

• He likes your creativity tho.

• God... he gets so blushing when your call him ‘sugar mama’

Gladiolus

What he calls you

• Oh he has never held back at all!

• ‘Baby’ ‘Baby Boo’ ‘Titty Kitty’ ‘Hot Mama’ etc etc.

• He will make you feel amazing and special as hell.

What you call him (Gladiolus)

• You love your man and it shows with your nicknames.

• You usually call him ‘Gladdy’ but there also...

• ‘Bear’ ‘Big Bear’ ‘Machamp’ ‘Sweetie Bear’ ‘Huggie Bear’ God you love Bear related pet nicknames...

• He doesn’t care. He’s gets really cocky.

• Especially Machamp. That Pokémon has some nice abs 😏

• His words. Not mine.

#final fantasy 15 #ffxv #ff15 #final fantasy xv #ignis scientia #noctis caelum #noctis lucis caelum #prompto argentum #gladiolus amiticia #ffxv gladiolus #ignis stupeo scientia #final fantasy xv ignis #ignis #ignis x reader #noctis x reader #prompto x reader #gladio x reader #ffxv headcanons #s/o headcanons #final fantasy xv headcanons #final fantasy 15 headcanons #chocobros x reader #chocobros #ffxv x reader #ff15 x reader #x reader #requests #anoymous #anonymous request #ffxv gladio

[nininek12]

Exes and hoes (Yandere! Kook)

Disclaimer : this is a fic. Purely just me trying to procrastinate the rest of studying I have to do. 

College students : philosophy major Y/N x info major Kook ft. economy major Joon

Basically, Joon and Y/N broke up but they’re still friends who have feelings for each other and Jungkook, their friend, can’t take it anymore. 

What were you doing going around smiling like that ? Jungkook loved his hyung. They were the first one from the squad to meet. But right now as his blood was boiling he only saw red. You looked so comfortable on the clearly big enough sofa with his arm around your shoulder almost cuddling into his stupid 6′4 chest. “Hi noona” He said not even bothering to look at his friend. “Hi Kookie” you answered peeking your head from the couch with the same bunny smile you gave your ex just a moment ago. Knowing you, you would fall back asleep on his chest as soon as you dived back into it. That couldn’t happen. “How was your day, son ?” Joon said in an overly deep voice. He jokes a lot about how Jungkook might as well be your son since he’s always around you two. At first the younger boy didn’t like it one bit. How was he supposed to snatch you away if he were in the son zone ? He even confronted his friend about it saying it was plain weird. But after hearing your giggle and how you play along everytime, he figured he had to get on that. “Do you want to take a nap or should a make you a wittle snack ?”. I mean you would be a hot mom to be fair, he thought to himself. “A huggie !” Without missing a beat you get up from the couch and pull him into a hug. Bingo. You wore shorts and your own shirt for once. Somehow you loved that Namjoon was so tall and how you could wear his tops without bothering to put on bottoms. Or anything else. Not that he looked but he definitely looked through the teddy bear he gifted you on your birthday. All the squad teased him for it but you thought it was so cute you held the plushie to sleep that day. He’s moved evn thinking about it. He can feel all of you and when you pull back he pulls you in closer. You don’t question it because you love hugs. After some time you start to get worried and pat him “Hey you good ?”. That sounded horribly like bro talk but it’s all you knew. “Jungkook ?”. He hated it when you used his full name. Without looking at you he can guess your eyebrows are drawn together and your lower lip is slightly out. Meanwhile Namjoon left the house. You noticed because you nodded him goodbye quietly. That didn’t make you worry. Since you broke up he had a life of his own. That made you feel like you were a burden at first but really he was living it when you were together anyways. At least that’s what Jungkook told you when he came to find you after your breakup. You quickly forgave him tho, he was a precious friend, just not made for relationships. It was bittersweet because you did love each other. Last thing you know, you still very much love him. By the time you got lost in your thoughts you almost forgot about Jungkook. When he pulled back you almost whined at the lack of warmth. Maybe you were touch deprived since that night. As he settled his inked hands on your waist, you gasped. “Noona...”. Reading his eyes there was definitely something but you couldn’t pinpoint what it was. The best you could do for this poor boy who seemed to have had a bad day was be a sister figure right ? “Yes Kookie” you said softly grabbing his face look at him in the eyes. Little did you know he was staring at your boobs since he noticed you didn’t wear a bra. His angelic face seemed like it was making him glow. The grip he had on your waist was nothing like what his eyes told you. “You already ate today ?” The childish voice he usually had was nowhere to be seen. Fortunately, you love to solve problems. Not maths, that’s gross. But anything for people was just your thing. Your friends called you unpaid therapist but you didn’t even want to be a therapist, it seemed boring. Realising the hand you unconsciously put up to pat his head could be seen as patronising you slowly pulled it back awkwardly. You were now confused as the man in front of you seemed to scream panic in his eyes. The grip you grew into became harsher leaving almost no space between the two of you. Oh this could not be right, the Kookie you thought was slumping is having a semi-hard. You froze trying to remain the most naturally in the apparently very much needed embrace. “Let’s eat at my place noona !” that voice was back again. It was kinda creepy but you brushed it off. There was no food at your place anyways. “Ugh I’m too lazy to get changed Kook” you smiled apologetically “Put my sweater on !” He did come in with a comically thick coat, he would be fine. You tried not to stare when he took off his hoodie and quickly put it on. Your legs were covered to your knees and Jungkook could swear he let a moan out at the sight. 

His place was only a few minutes away so you walked. “Let’s order chicken !” You stared at him dumbfounded. “Ya why did we have to come here then”. You were met with only a shrug from his back. You’d be waiting for at least 15 minutes so you settled on his couch and turned Netflix on. The action made his hoodie ride up your thighs and he couldn’t help ut close the delivery app to snap a few pictures. “Do you want fries with it ?” He asked just to make you look at him “Yes pleaase” He could get used to the sight no doubt. Quickly he placed the order and headed to the couch. Fortunately his couch was a little smaller than yours. Like a little pet he places his head on your lap. You’ve been wanting to continue Start Up so that’s what you put on. Your account was registered on his TV. Everyone trusts him if it comes to technology. Something about how linking your things to his would make it faster. Or about him being able to access everything you do through the camera of those devices and hacking Namjoon’s phone to contact girls and block your number for a few days. Not to mention all your texts and exchanges. All of it. Of course he’s also the one Namjoon “owed his life to” when he managed to unblock you within a few clicks on his computer. “Are you on episode 6 ?” You asked for the third time but he obviously had a weird day you thought. “Of course”. He looked up at you. “Wow we really match”. Anything to hear your giggle. It was worth watching everything you watched. “Do you have a blanket ?”. In a rush he got back with his blanket. You settled on his chest and he had to hold your waist to keep you from falling off the couch. Taking advantage of the position he could talk confidently “You’re beautiful” “I know right ! Suzy IS that bitch”. Somewhere between confusion, relief then frustration he blurts out “I like you”. You twist your whole body so you’re chest to chest. Scanning his eyes you could see the adoration and even desperation. “What was that ?” “I love you”. This was all too serious. Before you could eat him up with your eyes that clearly say rejection he averts his eyes to the screen. “So that’s what the second male lead feels”. He laughs but it doesn’t meet his eyes, you’re still watching him. Not looking to answer anymore just studying him. “I mean Nam Joo Hyuk is worth it I guess”. He tries to lighten up the mood. There you go with that half assed smile. His plan is working, mind you. Now he’s truly the dejected guy friend. Everyone likes that. They always end up close and you had a thing for them. I mean as long as the first candidate is currently dealing with the board of education for “sharing innapropriate pictures of women”. Never assume fixing your computer is going to be free. Namjoon was a good man. He taught him everything he needed to know. Everything about you. He knew it was cheap but the way you were falling asleep in his arms told him he was so close. So close to having you. 

#jungkook #namjoon #bts #bts college #bts college au #yandere bts #yandere #jungkook yandere #bts fic #namjoon fic #jungkook fic #kook fic #fluff bts #start up #suzy #nam joohyuk #bts yandere #bts jungkook #bts namjoon