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jyoongim · 3 months

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I have a silly request: al continuously licking or nipping at reader's ear just to tease them bc he finds it cute making them twitch

but when reader goes to have their payback and pet al's ears, al just melts and goes full sub even when his pride is trying to deny it🥺

I wanted this to be super cutesy and fluffy, sorry if its super short ;)

Alastor enjoyed teasing you. Your surprised yelps and blushing face always gave him a good laugh. Especially, when it came to your ears.

You were currently reading a book on the couch in the lobby, while Alastor had a lone arm around your shoulders as he read the newspaper.

It was blissful silence.

But your ears always told your emotions, and whatever you were reading was getting to you. Your soft ears flicked and twitched as your eyes scanned the pages. You didn’t know that their movement had caught the demon’s attention.

Alastor watched with a soft smile as your ears moved. Sometimes they would twitch and flick about on your head, others be alert, or they would be relaxed.

Maybe it was the animal instincts, you were a doe in distress (youre literally read a book-) or maybe he found the faces you made so entertaining, because as you tilted your head back onto his shoulder;

Alastor tugged at your soft ear, sharp teeth nibbling at the appendage.

You paused your reading, trying to figure out what the demon was doing.

You gasped as his teeth were replaced by his lips and he grazed your ears softly, giving them a lick here and there.

”A-Alastor?” You tried to swat him away, shaking your head slightly to rid his assault on your ears.

Thinking maybe they were in his way, you pinned them to your head, hoping the action would tell him you were sorry.

But he was still nipping at the soft tips.

”S-Stop that” you said as he chuckled as your ear flicked in a trembling circle to get away from his mouth.

You huffed as he blew on them, swiveling your head around to finally look at him

”Something the matter my dear?” He asked. You pouted “Why are you petting me?” He let out a laugh, soundtrack rolling “Why my dear to see the entertaining faces you make of course!”

You continued to pout, trying to keep your ears as flat and away from him. The thought of how you were going to get your payback started to brew.

You found Alastor up in his radio tower, flipping through his scripts.

You were on a mission. Pet the red tuffs that stood at the top of his head.

Alastor always was nipping at your ears. Tugging at them when you least expected it, laughing when you flicked them about or flattened, whining.

You were just gonna give him a piece of his own medicine.

You crept up behind him and your attention was on the tall tuffs.

Alastor must have sensed you and turned to around, his face dawning a soft smile. His lips fixed to greet you when the weight of your hands found his head. Your eyes were wide with curiosity as your fingers rubbed at the fuzzy tuffs.

Soft.

definitely were ears

What you failed to notice was the record scratch Alastor had let out as you played with his ears.

The way you held his ears were quite a contrast on how he handle you.

You softly felt up his ears, you didn’t tug them or pinch.

Alastor pulled you into his lap as you petted him.

He was resting his head on your shoulder, letting you play with his ears, every so often twitching them when you teased the base.

”How come your ears don’t make you jittery?” You pouted.

You tugged a ear with your mouth, lips covering your teeth so its playful.

Alastor let out a deep purr and you mouthed on his ear (think like how babies teethed, just gummin it)

You giggled as you felt him melt, he was nuzzling into your neck, vibrations like a engine.

”Alastor…do you LIKE being petted?” You cooed, scratching his scalp.

He hid his face in your throat, giving you a growl

”No”

You caught sight of his shadow and as you toyed with his ears, his shadow seemed to whither in a smile on its face, eyes in the shapes of hearts.

You giggled “Your shadow is telling on you Al” you pressed your lips to his ears, enjoying how Alastor was practically a kitten.

Who knew the feared Radio Demon was such a softie

#hazbin hotel #hazbin alastor #alastor the radio demon #alastor #alastor x reader #alastor x y/n #hazbin hotel fanfiction #jyoongim #hazbin hotel fluff #alastor fluff

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loveshotzz · 4 days

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I have to know what would we do to spoil our old man on his birthday 🥺🥺🥺🥺

we’d spoil him rotten 🥺

here’s semi spicy 18+ blurb about giving our favorite old man a massage on his birthday ♥️

(this blurb is for my au All I Really Want Is You but can be read as a stand-alone. Steve is 43 and fem!reader is 31 requested so long ago by @joekeerysmoles 💕) wc:600

The rose oil that covers your hands makes your fingertips glide over his broad freckled shoulders with ease. Eucalyptus hangs thick and heavy in the warm air, crackling from the wooden wicks inside the candles that provide the only light in his room. They help the nerves that still flutter even after a year of saying ‘I love you’.

Steve lays flat on his chest underneath you only in his boxer briefs, the gold Gucci emblem around the waist band shimmers in the low light. Your knees sit on either side of his hips, dipping down the plush bedding of his new king size mattress. A 43rd birthday gift to himself, while you sit in nothing but the thin red lace of the one you got for him.

Leaning forward with a smirk, your lips ghost across two of your favorite moles that dot the back of his neck, the tip of your nose tracing the shell of his ear.

“Happy birthday old man.”

Applying just enough pressure up the dip of his spine, you earn a low moan from him that vibrates deep in your core. It takes every ounce of your willpower not to rock your hips and chase it.

“Honey,” his voice comes out muffled from around the tops of his hands,“I wish there were words to describe how good this feels.”

Giggling with a chest full of pride, you catch a flash of his white teeth, stubble covered cheeks pushing up at his favorite sound. One of his big hands slips out, shoulders flexing with his movement as he reaches back to squeeze at the soft dough of your thigh before disappearing back to where it came from.

A content sigh escapes from between his pink lips as your focus shifts to his neck, your fingers digging at the tense muscles under his gold chain. The metal glistens with oil every time it catches the glow of the flickering candle, while your thumb and forefinger knead behind his ears.

“Shit, baby.”

Huffing with furrowed brows, he readjusts so he can turn his head to the other side. The movement slides you forward, creating just enough friction to bite down on your bottom lip. The dull ache between your legs becomes even harder to ignore, and you wonder if he can feel just how wet you are.

“Yeah, is that the spot?” You coo all sticky sweet, working it with even more focus. He sucks in a sharp breath, his teasing kisses all night spurring you on.

”God, fuck - yeah, yeah, right there.” He groans loud enough to drown out the sounds of The O’Jays vinyl playing downstairs, your thumb finally loosening up a hard knot.

His whole body melts under your touch, the hard lines of his face relaxing while the blunt ends of your nails scratch at the silver hairs hiding in the nape of his neck. Letting go of his long work week with deep breath, the movements have your hips rolling on their own, his oiled sun kissed skin making it too easy to do again.

He hums knowingly, relishing in the soft tug of his hair loving the way you squeal when he flips himself over. Big hands grab at your hips to keep you in place, the effects of your massage had on him becoming obvious nestled between your thighs.

There’s still no preparing for the sight beneath you, and despite seeing it almost every day, you still can’t believe he’s yours.

His soft hair is a tousled mess of auburn and silver on top of his head, begging you to drag your hands through it. The five o’clock shadow that peppers his strong jaw is at your favorite length, and sometimes you think he grows it out a little longer just for you. His gold chain that hangs off his neck fits like a choker, no longer lost in the thick patch of chest hair that you swear has a few more gray curls inside of it after today. Letting your hands wander his chest, your gentle touch makes the subtle muscles of his abs twitch. Perfect teeth biting down on his full bottom lip, watching you in awe.

“You know I hate my birthdays? Always have.” Steve hums, warm palms gliding up your thighs, squeezing at the soft dough before digging his long fingers into your hips, “Now I wish it was every day with you lookin’ like this, pretty girl.”

”Who says it can’t be?” You grin, running your slick hands back up his pecs, nails scratching in the coarse hair there.

Leaning forward, you fix his chain bumping the end of your nose with his, rolling your hips slowly, you feel him twitch inside the soft cotton of his briefs.

”It certainly feels like it,” he whispers with a smile against your lips.

#my writing #steve harrington #steve harrington smut #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x fem!reader #all i really want is you #older!steve harrington #it’s 1am of course i’m posting a blurb about him

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cosmal · 1 year

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Hi, could i make a request for Eddie Munson, an angst/comfort one where he cries the first time reader kisses him? Because he's never ever been loved like that, and he didn't realize how touch starved he was until the gesture overwhelmed him? 🥺❤️ Love your writing

𝐍𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐊𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 — 𝐄𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐌𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧

thank you!!!

summary — eddies first date with you doesn't go how he'd planned and he hadn't even expected a kiss. still, you kiss him because you want to.

warnings/tags — fem!reader, touch starved!eddie, eddie's never been on a first date before

word count — 2.3k

In Eddie’s opinion, his first date with you goes to shit.

If he could sit here and say that he’s surprised, he would. But he’s not. He’s Eddie Munson, things don’t go to plan for him like they should.

He was a nervous wreck to begin with, how he’d even scored a date with you in the first place is beyond him. Though he can’t attribute much credit to himself anyways, you had asked him out.

Sitting in Steve Harrington’s backyard after a swim, you start to tell him about this new, fancy restaurant up behind the arcade. It’s just opened and,

“Would you want to go there sometime? I heard their pasta is delicious.”

He had to get you to repeat the question, his ears were full of water and he was sure he’d heard you wrong.

He psychs himself out for the better half of his afternoon, so not only is he late to pick you up, his old, dingy, stupid van breaks down before it can even make it out your drive. You tell him it’s okay, it’s a nice night, we should walk. Eddie tells you that he shouldn’t have you walking all the way into town in those shoes.

“What’s a few blisters if it means I get to spend more time with you?”

Your kindness does nothing for his thrumming heart.

Once you’re at the restaurant he forgets to open the door for you. You don’t seem to mind, of course, you don’t, but Eddie has a checklist of gentlemanly dues he feels he must achieve to impress you. It’s stupid, really stupid, but he’d be damned if he messed up such an amazing opportunity.

You sit and chat for a while, waiting for your meals, and the entire time he thinks you want to hold his hand. Your manicured hand keeps inching closer to his over the white tablecloth, knuckles almost brushing, and he’s too nervous about making the final move to tangle his fingers through yours.

Then you say something terribly, awfully kind to him. Something about his hair, how it looks really nice tonight. How you’ve always loved his hair.

Eddie spurts his soda out over his glass and gets it all down his white shirt. Yeah, his white shirt. Something he’d begged Harrington to let him wear.

“Please, man. I don’t have anything nice to wear tonight. I can’t exactly show up in my Judas Priest shirt that’s covered in bleach.”

“You could show up in a brown paper bag and she’d still think you were the hottest thing out.”

“It’s not that easy for me. I need to impress her.”

Eddie had wiped the soda from Steve’s shirt, feeling utterly stupid and you had laughed like it was the cutest thing you’d ever seen.

You’d laughed when he’d choked on his spaghetti. Smiled kindly when he offered you to try his food and you’d reminded him for the second time that night that you were allergic to tomatoes. To top it off, you’d pretended it was no big deal that he had accidentally left his wallet in his van and that you had no problems paying for dinner.

“Really, Eddie. It’s fine. Just get me back next time.”

The thought of a next time was enough to stop his racing thoughts for just a moment. Not for long though, because watching you pretend like your feet weren’t aching on the way home had Eddie cursing himself the entire walk.

How could he fuck up so badly and how could you be so calm and kind about it?

Now, standing at your front landing, he’s apologising profusely for how horrible he’s made your night.

“Horrible?” you question, eyebrows raised and skin glowing if it's entirely possible. The setting sun casts you amber.

“I don’t know,” Eddie stammers, “It didn’t go how I wanted it to.”

“It didn’t?” you question again. Your voice is pitched up and its melody has his brain spinning, “How were you expecting it to go?”

“I’d have expected not to forget my wallet. And maybe have a van that works,” Eddie can’t help but laugh at his stupidity. Especially when you’re making the same face you have been all night. A smile that looks like it could ruin him.

“I don’t know,” You reach forward and take the hem of his shirt in your fingers, playing with the thread. “I had a really good time.”

“You- you did?” Eddie stammers. Suddenly you’re really close, if it’s because he’s been too deep inside his own head he hasn’t noticed you inching closer, he’s not sure.

“Yeah,” you nod gleefully, hair bouncing.

“Yeah,” he echoes. More to set it in stone himself.

Eddie watches where your fingers play with his shirt, the closer they inch towards his skin, the louder he thinks his heart becomes in his ears.

There’s a silence that you hate, “Hey, Eds?”

Eddie’s breath hitches. You’ve never called him that before.

“Yeah,” he murmurs. Voice quieter than he’d like to admit. Any louder and he feels as if you’d step back from him.

He looks up and catches your gaze before you speak, “Can I kiss you?”

Eddie doesn’t know how to reply. He’s never even been asked such a question before so he can’t even pretend he’s got an answer somewhere in the back of his numb mind.

His heart thrums in his throat, feels as if it might escape, “You want to kiss me?”

You nod like it’s the most obvious thing ever. To you, it is, to Eddie it’s unimaginable.

“Yeah.”

“Okay.”

The moment your lips press into his, he freezes. Not in a bad sense, his mouth still moves. He still shows you how much he wants to kiss you with his tentative and loving lips. But he doesn’t know what to do with his hands. They flex at your side until you’re cradling his face in your own.

Your touch is warm, warmer than your lips and it almost burns. Burns so much that his eyes well with tears and he gasps into your opening mouth.

Your face suddenly feels wet and you can feel a sob making its way through Eddie's throat. You pull away, “Eddie? You okay?”

He slams his eyes shut to will away the tears, fisting at his hair when he pushes it behind his ears, “M’sorry,” he sniffles.

You reach up to cradle his face again, wiping hot tears away from his flushed cheeks, “Hey, it’s alright. I had a great night. Promise.”

He shakes his head, “No,” he swallows, “No, it’s not that. I’ve just. I’ve never been kissed like that before.”

“Oh.”

Eddie feels stupid. That is until you say,

“Oh, Eddie. Hey, c’mere.”

Eddie lets himself fall too willingly into your arms. Has no problems this time when you wrap your arms around his back and pull him as close as possible. Close enough that his hair presses so hard into the skin of your neck that he expects it to be embossed.

He grasps at the back of your shirt a little too hard. Pressing his nose into the skin behind your ear, sniffling wetly.

“It’s okay,” you murmur into his head, “I had I really good night and I think,” you pause and let him rub his cheek into your shoulder, “I think I’ve wanted to kiss you for a really long time.”

He pulls back and you think he has the prettiest eyes. Despite them being glassy and the tiniest bloodshot. “Yeah?”

You lean in and peck him right above his top lip, overthe plush of his cupid's bow, "Yeah."

“You think you'll want to try it again sometime?"

You smile brightly, "I think I do. More than you think."

"Way more than I think."

#eddie munson #eddie munson headcannon #eddie munson headcanons #eddie munson drabble #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fanfiction #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things x reader

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chrolloluvr · 2 months

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💰Things you do that make Mammons heart flutter 💰

Note: Female!Reader 🩷🩷, not proofread!!

Warnings: Cussing, mammons got a HUUGE ego but i love him🥺

Calling him cheezy nicknames. Things like Mamm, Mammy poo, big daddy (his favorite), MooMoo, sugar daddy etc. Its embarrassing for him, especially when you call him these in public. Because he wants to come off as powerful, but when you say these to him, it is guaranteed to give him a noticeable pink hue to his cheeks

Giving him an imnense number of compliments. Or in particular, purposely pandering to him. Lets say you compliment how good of a partner he is, or how he treats you so well. He will be taken aback by your overly suckle comments towards him. He knows he treats you well, but by you telling him just fuels his already large ego, and proves that you truly see how much effort he puts into you.

Wearing or using his merch. If this man ever catches you wearing any of his merch, he will be like a happy, doting 9ft tall puppy. He will say how absolutely irresistible you look. 'Jesus, y/n. Cmon, do a little spin for me, yeah? M'baby looks so fuckin' cute.' He most likely will make you wear Mammon themed panties around the house.

Wearing his clothes. Lets say he gets home from a long day of planning and saving, and he sees your adorable self, covered in his giant clothes, especially big on you, covering your body. He will go absolutely feral. He thinks you are already the most stunning woman in hell, but when he sees you in his jingley clown hat? He feels his heart beeting out of his chest. And my god, what a woman you are. He will grab your waist with both of his hands, and snuggle the shit outa you. And he wont let go.

The size difference. It. Is. So. Obvious. People point it out all the time in the media and on Sinstagram. He's probably at least 10ft tall, so your basically shorter than him. He absolutely lives for it. He will constantly tease you for it. And he loves that it makes him feel more dominant. He loves that you have to literally break your neck to look up at his face, or that he has to reach down to give you a smooch. He will put things on higher shelves, just to see you struggle and ask him for help

Speaking of so, he adores when you ask him to help you with things. Such as asking him for help opening a Nutella jar, all the way to asking for help unclipping your bra. It shows you need him. And that churns out a feral side to him. 'Babe whats with all the ruckus- ohhh your trying to reach the top shelf? You're so cute, always needin' my help' Sometimes, he purposely wont help you, just to see your precious reactions he is always so greedy and eager to see.

Carrying you. His favortite ways to carry you is over his shoulders, under his arm, and facing him, with his hands under your plush thighs. He loves holding you close to him, because I, ( along with other authors ) believe he is naturally cold. So holding you close to him lets him tear his walls down for a bit. You feel like a small flee while being carried by him. If hes carrying you over his shoulder, he will slap your ass, and listen for the sweet sound of your squeaks every time he does it.

Resting your head between the nook of his neck. He loves when you do this, and you know he does. Sometimes, you will whisper in his ear how much you love him, and how he is the best thing to come in your life, and watch as you swear you can see his eyes soften and look at you lovingly. You are probably the only person to ever see that from him. He also has a thing for sniffing you (which I get into in my future hcs), so he likes to smell your hair, as he grabs the back of your head. He would never usually be that vulnerable around you, so you must know his weaknesses extremely well.

Hearing you brag about him. He knows you show him off to your friends, as well as the rest of Hell. But let's say he walks into your shared master bedroom, and your on the phone. 'Sarah, I'm being serious. Mamm treats me well, stop worrying about me. Im fine, yes. Yeah he a bit of a control freak, but who isnt? I love him for him. Im not joking, no-' He is in utter shock. you are talking about him, and your defending him? Yeah, be prepared for a looooong night. He will never forget about you saying that. And he will never bring it up, since he doesn't want to come off as a wuss. You genuinely love him. The fact that you said that and you didn't know he was in your vicinity is wild to him.

If you look up at him with your big doe eyes. God, you better stop it if you don't want to be manhandled and praised. You just look so innocent and cute, and he just wants to come up and squish your puffy little cheeks like the gif below ⬇️ .His heart feels like it's running laps, but he wont let you see that. He keeps his cool demeanor, as he tells you 'Babe, you think that shits gonna work ok me? Really fuckin' smart arench'ya?

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wonuwonder · 4 months

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Hiii new moot!! I’ve been feeling really soft for Gyu lately so how about waking up to a sleeping Gyu 🥺 Just a soft and fluffy morning tgt 🤧

8:00 am — kim mingyu (f)

an: hii! thank u sm for the request<3 i really loved this idea, hope u like it too ! also when i mention his sleeping habit, this (safe) is what i mean [ps to the anon who sent a wonwoo request a while ago, i didn’t forget! i just liked your idea too much and i’m still working on it cuz i got carried away😭]

content: pure fluff, very cute and soft, mingyu x fem reader, established relationship, lowercase intended. 0.5k words.

watching your boyfriend sleep was one of your favorite things to do, specially on a sunday morning when you both had nothing else to do than being home all day, cuddling and spending time together, one of your favorite plans ever, it was 8 am and you couldn’t sleep anymore, which felt like a crime, but spending your time admiring your boyfriend sleeping next you didn’t sound bad either.

laid on his back, facing the ceiling, hands sprawled all over your bed, you watched him enjoy his sleep, admiring each and one of his features. his hair always became messy because of how much he twists and turns in his sleep. his chiseled face looking even more beautiful with the sun light in your room, which he didn’t seem to notice, as he continued sleeping peacefully.

he was making little chewing noises, pursing his lips to the air as if he were blowing kisses to the air, he had that unique sleeping habit which you loved.

cupping his chin and cheeks with your hands, you turned him softly and got closer to him, leaning your weight on his big chest, leaving kisses all over his face, earning a soft grown from mingyu, as he was slowly waking up.

“good morning baby” you greeted him softly, and almost instantly he grabbed your waist with his free hand tugging you against him, making you lay fully on top of him.

slowly opening his eyes, groaning against you, he greeted back “hi” he squinted his nose and you continued to leave kisses all over him and stopped at his lips, fully kissing him, barely even woken up he wasted no time on kissing you back, bringing your waist even more against him, and caressing your hair with his other hand “i love when you wake me up like this” he says pulling back from the kiss smiling.

you lay your head on his chest listening to his heart, closing your eyes, him resting his chin on your head, caressing your back with his fingers, while you played with his arm, scratching him softly with your nails which you knew he enjoyed.

you could spend your whole day like this, snuggling with mingyu, kissing and cuddling, there was nothing better.

“i woke up and couldn’t sleep anymore” you tell him and he hums against your ear, slowly lifting your head up to look at him, he caresses your hair out of your face, grinning at you, he presses a kiss to your forehead, you try to snuggle into him even more, even if it was physically impossible to be closer. “and i can’t fall back asleep if i’m not hugging you” you admit, and he snorts, trapping you in his arms even closer, he covers you both with the blankets and leaves a kiss to your hair, “let’s sleep a bit more then baby, i’m right here with you”

an: english isn’t my first language so i’m really sorry if there are any mistakes, i’ll try to fix them asap

#sorry if its too short!#seventeen imagines #wonuwonder #seventeen #kim mingyu #mingyu #mingyu au #mingyu imagines #mingyu imagine #mingyu fluff #seventeen fluff #mingyu drabbles #mingyu oneshot #seventeen x reader #mingyu x reader #sleeping mingyu #waking up with mingyu #sleeping with mingyu #mingyu sleeping

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ssahotchnerr · 1 month

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girl dad aaron AMUSEMENT PARK EDITION!!!!!!!

he would spend all his money at the ring toss just to get his girl the prize she wants. he would hold her hand on the swings. he would give into her begging to go on the big drop ride. he would ride in her bumper car, whispering, “c’mon. let’s bump into mommy. it’ll be funny.” he would make sure to smear her in sunscreen. he would let her wear his sunglasses. he would buy her dippin dots and funnel cakes and cotton candy. he would carry her on his shoulders. he would get wet on the water rides with her. he would guarantee they get to sit in the back or front carts (it’s only appropriate to sit in the front on some rides. other rides, it’s only appropriate to sit in the back. he would know which ride requires the back seat and which requires the front because he’s asked around because he wants his girl to have the best experience on the rollercoasters she can.) he would pack so much water to make sure everyone stays hydrated (he’s also got a fanny pack. i don’t make the rules.) he would pose for the cameras with her on the rides (silly faces, bunny ears, kissing her cheek, etc.) and he would obviously buy them and hang them on the fridge until the entire fridge is covered in them!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

aw aw awwww are you trying to make me cry?????? 😭💞💞💞

baby girl's his ride buddy of the day 🥹🥹🥹 it works out perfectly too. i feel like aaron's not too keen on rides - he gets nauseous easily and can only take so much 😭 whereas you're still okay - so you'll go on the more extreme rides with jack. as the two of you are doing that, aaron's on the more tame rides with baby girl, or standing on the sidelines with her in his arms, pointing out you and jack on the ride 🥰 and for the kiddie rides that don't fit an adult, jack happily goes on those with her hehe <3333 best big brother

aaron's hand is always in hers, she's in his arms, or in a stroller, just always accounted for. he's terrified she'll somehow wander away (although she knows not to) or he knows how easily someone could come swoop her up and take her far away (mosley lane 😭😭😭😭) and STOP the visual of her on his shoulders, in his sunglasses that are far too big for her, gripping onto his hair or his head as she chatters away - pointing out what she sees, what rides she wants to go on, what snacks smell yummy, or simply talking about anything <3333 sobbing

when it comes to the prizes, aaron's definitely paying way more than what that item probably cost to make, and knows it's 'lowkey' a waste of money 😭 but there's no price when it comes to baby girl's happiness, he'll do whatever it takes 🥰 the smile that forms on her face when she finally gets the plushie she wanted??? priceless and it's a memory they'll both hold onto forever - aaron takes full advantage of those type of memories 🥺

the bumper cars!!!!!!!!!!! the true highlight of the day 😭 aaron's with baby girl, you're with jack. hehe you peer over as aaron's sneakily whispering to her and eyeing the two of you👀, you know what he's scheming and tell jack the very same thing 🤭 "we gotta get dad and your sister". the laughs that erupt from both of them as they bump into each other 😭😭😭😭 it's contagious, you and aaron are equally as giddy and are loving every second of it 🥰 they even both insist on riding multiple times just to crash into each other LOL

and omg aaron's prepared and stacked for every scenario possible. extra clothes, shoes, socks are in the car (for each family member) for after the water rides. he packs dramamine, ibruprofen, bug spray. he also strategically plans out when to eat snacks or food - to prevent upset stomachs after eating and going on rides 🥴 he brings a tonnn of sunscreen and applies frequently. omg the four of you are pulled off to the side, drinking water and taking a break - you unscrew the top of a water bottle for jack, simply turn your head, and are met with aaron's hands on your face - applying sunscreen generously for you too 😭😭😭🫶🏻 he also brought hats for extra coverage - jack has a baseball cap, baby girl has a cute lil bucket hat 🥰

and AWWW the pictures 🥹🥹🥹 aaron's sure to get multiples too - one for the fridge, for baby girl's room (a pic of them on her bedside table 😭😭😭😭 especially useful when she misses him when he's gone on a case and she just wants her daddy🥺) and his office 😭<3333

as the four of you leave the amusement park when night falls, baby girl is absolutely zonked 😭 her face is smushed into aaron's neck, arms around his neck, maybe even drooling a bit, completely out. hehe so aaron veryyyy carefully places her into her carseat as to not wake her up 🥹 ugh she had the best day <333

#let's talk aaron <333333 #aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner imagine #criminal minds x reader #criminal minds #criminal minds imagine

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moraxsthrone · 11 months

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Um, hello. I'm a little nervous to make this request, so please forgive me if I messed up.

May I request headcanons of Kaeya, Diluc, Itto, Thoma and Zhongli 's girlfriend bringing them homemade lunch while their working and when asked who she's looking for, she happily says "My handsome husband, the one and only (boy's name), of course!" while the boys are within earshot?

I just wanna see these boys acting lovestruck and blushy

//peeks out from the hole of chaos that is my life.

omg nonnie, i'm so sorry it's taken me so long to answer this. i wonder if you'll even see it. 🥺 if anyone did anything wrong here, it's me.

— how he reacts when you bring him homemade lunch at work

— pairings — diluc, itto, kaeya, thoma, zhongli, and (bonus) tighnari x f!reader

— notes — sfw. fluff. diluc's is a drabble //help. his just came to me so vividly. the rest are headcanons, as requested.

— diluc —

your wine tycoon husband is fetching a couple of barrels from the storage area in the back of angel’s share when he hears your voice. he wonders why you’re here so early in the afternoon (you’re not kaeya after all), but a small smile still manages to grace his face as charles asks if he can get you a drink. diluc is just about to round the corner when he hears you answer cheerily, “no, thank you. i’m just here to bring lunch to my handsome husband, diluc! i made him his favorite and even threw in some grape juice from the winery!” the tavern owner stops dead in his tracks, his heart skipping a million beats. it’s adorable, really. not only is he easily flustered, but his fair skin is so quick to show even the slightest color. he knows he’s flushed a bright red from his neck to his ears. he’s too embarrassed to let his employee see him like this so he panics and this grown ass man HIDES BEHIND A FUCKING WINE BARREL!

he can almost hear the shit-eating grin on charles’s face when he points towards the back and tells you where you can find your “handsome husband, diluc”. he should dock his pay for that. now what does he do? just as you clear the bar area, you see the top of a crimson ponytail behind a barrel in the dim corridor. “diluc? is that you, baby?” the jig is up; there’s no point trying to hide anymore so he stands up slowly. “why were you crouched behind that wine barrel?” you press, and he clears his throat. “i was…uhhh…i dropped…something,” he stammers, doing his best to preserve his signature stoicism. but as you get closer you see the deep red blush that rivals the natural color of his hair. “wait…are you blushing?” “no.” “you’re blushing!” laughing, you start to touch his face, but he quickly covers it with both his hands, muffling his voice when he groans, “why must you always tease me like this?” “because you’re so cute when you blush,” you say, still giggling while trying to pry his hands away. he can hear charles wheezing behind the bar. “stop! go away, woman! you’re making it worse!”

— itto —

who are we kidding? itto doesn’t work.

but let’s assume he’s doing an odd job and one of his gang members spots you as you’re approaching (not knowing you're his boss's wife) and tells you it’s too dangerous to pass through the area.

itto is out of eyeshot, but your voice is music to his ears when he hears you refer to him as your husband.

“yeah! i made him his favorite and brought enough for everyone!”

his face lights up with a big, stupid grin bc that is easily one of the nicest things anyone has done for his gang.

just as akira is taking some of the bags you’ve been carrying by yourself, your big oni husband rounds the corner and is headed right for you with his pink-dusted cheeks.

picks you up into a hug and gives you a big, long, close-lipped kiss with unshed tears wetting his eyelashes.

when shinobu ribs him for crying, he denies it.

“i- i’m not crying, shinobu! my uhh…my allergies are acting up again!”

— kaeya —

it means the whole fucking world to him?

he never thought he’d have someone in his life who would go out of their way to bring him lunch that THEY MADE JUST FOR HIM.

he may not seem like it, but kaeya loooooves being domestic with you.

he smirks and teases you when you fuss over him, but he EATS THAT SHIT UP.

please do little things like this for him? it makes him feel so cared for, something he feels like he’s missed out on for most of his life.

ever the romantic, the captain sweeps you up into his arms bridal-style, making you squeal and laugh right in front of all his subordinates.

kaeya makes YOU blush, not the other way around, okay?

— thoma —

he’s usually the one waiting on others hand and foot so when you do something so domestic and thoughtful for him, his pretty green eyes positively SPARKLE.

the brightest smile spreads across his face along with the swath of pink that stretches from one cheek to the other.

immediately wants to make something for you too.

he insists!

so you sit and watch him whip something up for you in the kamisato kitchen, your chin resting in your palms wondering how you got so lucky to marry the sweetest man in all of teyvat.

he packs both your lunches and leads you outside and finds the prettiest sakura tree to sit beneath while you enjoy your meals together.

— zhongli —

he’s touched, but it takes a lot more than bringing him food or referring to him as your husband to fluster the former archon.

if anything, he barely suppresses a smirk - satisfied with the pride in your voice when you call him “husband”.

he stands from his desk and steps out of his office to greet you in the funeral parlor’s lobby, shoulders back and head held high because he’s quietly proud of you too.

“my darling love…” he starts, seeing the delicious meal that he could smell from his office. “you truly shouldn’t have…”

“but i wanted to,” you say shyly as he leans in to leave a quick peck on your cheek.

“will you be joining me?” he asks, hopeful.

“oh, this is just for you, dear. i didn’t bring any for myself. i thought you might be too busy...”

“then i’ll share with you, my love,” he insists, offering you his arm, which you take with a smile and let him lead you back to his office.

— tighnari (bonus) —

a handful of forest rangers are standing on the dock near tighnari’s hut when you flash them a quick smile before heading past them towards your husband’s office.

one of them stops you. “ma’am, you can’t just walk into the chief officer’s-”

you laugh sweetly and wave him off. “i can do a lot more than you think i can…”

it is at that moment that the rangers stiffen as their officer steps out with a stern expression on his face.

his multi-colored eyes are fixed and serious, but as a rosy heat rises to his pale cheeks you swear you hear a snicker from his group of subordinates.

you walk up to where tighnari is holding one of the giant leaf flaps open in the doorway and give him a quick little peck on the cheek.

that sends the angry blush all the way to the insides of his perked ears.

he dismisses the rangers as you walk past him and into his office like it’s your second home.

his watchful eyes follow his rangers as they disperse before he lowers the leaf flap to join you within.

he sniffs at the air. “wait. did you…?”

you simply nod with a pleased smile as you set the frond-wrapped box down on his desk. you’d made his favorite: forest watcher’s choice, rife with various (non-poisonous) mushrooms that you know he finds most delicious.

nari rounds his desk to join you and puts a gloved hand on the small of your back as he leans in and kisses your temple, ear twitching and tail wisping behind him.

“thank you, love. you’re too good to me,” he muses.

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kisakis-boyfriend · 9 months

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Taking their virginity

Pairings: Takemichi, Mikey, Hakkai, Yuzuha, and Kisaki x reader (separately)

Warnings: Male!reader, dom/top!reader, sub/bottom for all characters, praise, dacryphilia (Takemichi, Kisaki)

Genre/Format: Smut; Scenarios

Please check my blog title to verify whether requests are closed or not! Thank you!

Imagine virgin Takemichi who blushes at the simplest of gestures. Looking away when you hold his hand in public to hide his red cheeks, squeaking in surprise when you give him a peck on the cheek, and lord help him if you hug him from behind, he'll be stifling soft moans just from being in that position

Virgin Takemichi who wants to have sex with you, but every time he thinks about it he just gets so flustered 🥺 Any time you've tried to initiate sexy times he has to stop you, saying that he's “Just not ready yet”, though the bulge in his pants is quite obvious...

Virgin Takemichi's gasps fill the room when you finally push him down onto the couch and start fingering him, kissing his neck and telling him how good he's doing so far

Virgin Takemichi who leaves scratch marks all over your back as you pound into his pretty ass, whispering in his ear about how much he turns you on. “Fuuuck baby you're so tight, feels sooo good~ ”

Virgin Takemichi who's a sobbing mess by the time you've both reached an orgasm. You sit up and pull him against your chest, cooing praises and petting his head while he relaxes

Imagine virgin Mikey who doesn't mind PDA, even initiating it himself sometimes. Who'd gladly hold your hand or kiss you in public, but sex? Sex with you? The intimacy of such a thing is kinda scary...

Virgin Mikey who finds it hard to look you in the eye when you bring it up, he's just never thought about doing this before, but he trusts you, so he agrees to try it soon

Virgin Mikey who's currently laying on top of your sheets naked, he looks so small like this with his legs closed shyly and his arms resting near his head. He moans softly when you start touching him, hands exploring every inch of his body, complimenting him between kisses all over his skin

Virgin Mikey who clings to you desperately while your dick slides in and out of him, his hole squeezing your dick and sucking you in, his arms wrapped tightly around your neck and face buried in the crook of your neck, moaning about how damn good this feels. “Y-yes—!! Harder! F-feels amazing, y/n ”

Virgin Mikey who's out of breath afterwards, panting against your shoulder, looking down where some of your cum is leaking out of his hole. You rub his back soothingly while he comes down from his high, telling him how good it felt to be inside of him

Imagine virgin Hakkai who freezes up whenever you bring up having sex with him. It's not that he doesn't want it, he's just nervous as all hell... What if he messes up? What if he says something stupid in the middle of it? What if you realize you don't like having sex with him? What if– His thoughts are cut off by you kissing him, almost as if you knew his self-doubts were running rampant again

Virgin Hakkai who whimpers when you push him against the wall and reach into his pants to stroke his dick. He has to cover his mouth to muffle his moans when you speed up, his precum covering your hand and smearing all over his boxers

Virgin Hakkai who's currently folded in half, taking your dick so deep inside of him, grunting as you rail him with fervor. “Fuck—!! Fuck me harder...y-yeah– Aaahh—!! ”

Virgin Hakkai whose chest is heaving by the time you're done with him, cumming all over him and telling him how amazing that was, kissing him as you both start to calm down

Imagine virgin Yuzuha who invites you over to watch movies with her all day, with intentions to simply have a nice date night with you, not realizing that it would evolve into something intimate. You've both brought up sex before, but it was never quite the right time, and you didn't want to pressure her to do it before she was ready

Virgin Yuzuha who squirms under the blankets as the night goes on, even if you're not watching anything raunchy she still got worked up and needs relief. She tried to discreetly touch herself, slipping a hand under her panties, spreading her wetness around and fingering herself, glancing over at you to make sure you didn't notice

Virgin Yuzuha who squeals when she starts touching her clit, finally grabbing your attention when you look at her and ask if she's ok. The deep blush on her face and the movement under the blankets tells you exactly why she made that noise

Virgin Yuzuha who quickly gets pulled into your lap, you lift up her skirt and see her soaked panties, chuckling at how desperate she must be. She whines when she hears you laughing at her and you turn her head towards you to kiss her as an apology. You slide your hand into her panties and lube your fingers up with her wetness then start circling her clit, making her roll her hips to get more friction

Virgin Yuzuha who cries out as you bounce her on your dick, cursing and moaning while you fuck into her like you can't live without the feeling of her pussy clenching around you. “Aah~ Fuck that feels good... Mmph please...fuck me, y/n ”

Virgin Yuzuha who's collapsing onto your chest as soon as she cums all over you, your own cum dripping down her thighs. She sighs when she feels you hug her and tell her that she was such a good girl for you

Imagine virgin Kisaki who “doesn't have time for sex”, claiming that he doesn't need it or has no interest. Yet he always gets so flustered when you make the tiniest gestures or just brush against him accidentally, his breath hitching because you touched his arm or grabbed him by the hips to kiss him

Virgin Kisaki who finally breaks down and admits that he does want to get fucked by you. You pushed him down onto the couch and started kissing his neck, surprising him and causing his cheeks to become warm again. You tugged at the waistband of his pants and teased him, saying how you wanted to make him feel so good because you love him, and he finally relented, “F-fine...but you better not disappoint me”

Virgin Kisaki whose face is pushed against the mattress as your cock stretches him open, muffled moans leaving his lips with every sharp thrust into his hole. You grab his hips and pull him closer to you, now balls deep inside of him and humping into him while he whines

Virgin Kisaki who cries when you flip him over and lean down so that your chest is flush against his, burying your face in his neck and sucking marks onto his skin. You tell him how he feels amazing and that you love him and the tears fall down harder, overwhelmed by you pounding his ass and the genuine affection you're expressing

Virgin Kisaki who arches his back when you cum inside of him, whimpering as you fill him up and soothe your hands over his body, praising him for how well he can take you

Reblogs are extremely appreciated <3

I plan on expanding on Yuzuha's part in this and turning it into one of my longer fics, so look forward to that in the future~

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beiasluv · 1 year

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sully boys walked on you changing 😳

a/n: i am out of ideasss, lmk if you have some :) anyways, enjoy! :)

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although the na’vis are not known for their coverage in clothing pieces, they have a time for changing things up.

i swear they are putting so much trust in their piece of clothing, like neytiri’s top is holding on for its dear life.

jake (2009)

“hey, y/n um- OM MY FUCKING-“

“HEY! JAKE GET THE FUCK OUT!” you covered your bare chest and turned away from him. “GET OUT! LEARN HOW TO KNOCK FOR MY SAKE!”

“so- sorry!”

“GO!”

“y- yes! going now,” he closed the curtain slowly.

“no peaking!”

stares a moment before going out the tent. he is doing that shOOk face before collecting his senses.

definitely smirking to himself behind the curtain

jake is definitely a sweet guy and a consent king, but he can’t help himself sometimes, y’know. getting those free views is not something he’ll see everyday, might as well take advantage of it.

he tries to kill his thoughts but those pictures flash over and over he had to beat himself to it.

definitely have to bonk his head to get some senses back. he’ll be so flirty at first, but he’ll become so shy afterwards

definitely thinking about you before going to bed. he’ll be a drunk person in love, imagining your embrace during the nights.

tails wagging and everything when he daydream about you.

can’t even look at you in the eyes for a week, i guess. he was so ashamed but he can’t help himself teasing you of it 😈

the sweetest boy 100% tho. he’ll even comfort you.

“hey, y/n, i know i can be a wuss sometimes but you don’t have to be embarrassed to me. I know i’m an idiot but you have a really sweet body, don’t think i am a creep, but i think every part of you is perfect, and i mean it,” he tucked a hair behind your ear.

neteyam

his father’s son 100% a flirty boy

“y/n, i was wondering- OH HOLY- nice views”

“SHUT THE FUCK UP, GET OUT!”

“okay, okay, going now, you should wear that more, or should i say i like it off,” he snickered behind the curtains.

“YOU- son of a- please, get out!”

he is so sweet about it tho. he’ll apologize afterwards 🥺

he’ll hug you whenever he can 100% and shower you with comforting words. maybe he can shower you with seductive compliments *AHEM*

“i know I’m an idiot, y/n, but you are so cute for me, and i mean it, okay?” “never let anyone sees you like that, because you are my little potato and mine.”

but neteyam being neteyam, he’ll throw out a joke afterwards like

“next time call me, I’ll help you change.” *wink* *wink*

he’ll daydream about the scene that flashed against his eyes, he wouldn’t complain about it. just basically dozed off in the middle of the day, drooling and everything, and people around him were worried asf. “tf is wrong with his dude.”

wanders to those deep dark waters that he know he shouldn’t go there. definitely cringe at himself and smack some senses back.

then he always learned how to shout before going in, which other people thinks it’s weird why he started doing it now, after all these years.

when he knows you are inside he’ll never miss a chance to tease you.

“hey, y/n! watch out for a handsome boy going in, he might see some views.”

“oh, shut up.”

lo’akkk

my boyyyy, he is flustered to the flustered

“y/n, i wanted to ask- AH- WHAT-“

“OH MY GOODNESS, please, get out!”

“I’m so sorry!”

his face is so red that people walking past the tent would ask if he is okay💀 he’ll be so flustered he couldn’t even answer them.

people got worried so they called jake to see💀

“lo’ak! what happened, did you do something?” he grabbed his son and shook him.

“no-nothing dad! let me go!” he refused to stay in his embrace.

“then tell me what happened!”

“MR.SULLY, HE SAW ME CHANGING! IT’S NOT HIS FAULT!” you quickly got out of the tent. lo’ak’s face turned even redder and his body’s temperature is rising rapidly.

the fact that, I am telling you, jake died laughing inside. he was like- “HUH” and then “HAHAHSHSHHA”

lo’ak couldn’t be more embarrassed, but he was met with your comforting words later on. you went to see him in his tent alone, choosing wisely to bring a shawl to cover your shoulder

“hey, lo’ak, are you feeling better?” you placed your hand on his shoulder. “look, i’m sorry-“

“no, please, i should be the one apologizing,” he turned to look at you, instinctively looking down first but panicked and looked up. “I’m sorry for reacting like that, your body made me think things i never imagined- BRAH EW WHAT DID I JUST SAY.”

“it’s okay,” you giggled. “glad i can help.”

“NO- I SWEAR I AM NOT A CREEP!”

“YOU ARE MY CREEPER,” a peck on his lips. muah.

today’s a great day to try something new! and take care! 🤍

@rosaryos / @bumblinbumblvee / @loudcolorwolfgarden / @nyotamalfoy / @fangirl-2610 / @astablacksword / @lokisblueskin

#avatar x reader #avatar the way of water #avatar imagine #jake sully imagine #jake sully x reader #neteyam x reader #neteyam imagine #lo’ak imagine #lo’ak x reader #fanfiction #imagines

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kentosbabes · 1 year

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Would love to see dad nanami 🥺

Nanami who passed out during the birth. He was being supportive holding your hand but the sight of the blood had him sweating and shaking till he collapsed on the floor. Although you should be angry you could only laugh as nurses help him up and sit him down while he keeps trying to shout 'Keep pushing' and 'I love you' in his delirious state.

Nanami who helped decorate the baby room to your desire helping to paint and taking you shopping for furniture. And when your baby girl comes home with you he spends ages sitting in the rocking chair reading her stories and telling her about his day.

Nanami who continues to treat you like you are fragile even after the birth. He would not leave your side whenever you're together and cater to your every need. 'Kento I can do it' you say as he kneels down to tie your shoe lace 'I can do it now'. But he completely ignores you just shakes his head and continues to tie the laces.

Nanami who makes sure he takes off days and doesn't work overtime so he can be with you as much as possible. He often comes home to find you crashed on the couch with your daughter sprawled out on your chest fast asleep, 'My beautiful girls' he says kissing both yours and his daughter's forehead before covering you in a blanket and then beginning to make dinner.

Nanami who calls all of his connections to make sure your daughter gets into the best preschool in town. He makes sure to sit down every night with your daughter in his lap holding up number cards while you just sit and watch laughing at how she sticks her tongue out at her father completely unbothered at the task.

Nanami who takes you both out as much as he can so he can 'spoil his girls'. From restaurants to trips to the aquarium he's going all out all of the time to see his girls smile. 'Look there's a sting ray' you say pointing at the fish in the aquarium with your daughter perched on your hip. Nanami is behind you his arms wrapped around your waist and his chin on your neck 'mmh I love you so much you know that right' he mumbles. 'I love you too kento' you say turning around in his grasp so he can kiss you.

Nanami who sits with your now 12-year-old daughter as she tries to do her math homework. 'I can't do it Dad' she says getting frustrated. 'don't worry darling we'll take a break yeah? get some ice cream and then try again' he replies closing up the book and kissing her cheek as she nods and then disappears to get ready to go out. He spots you looking at him and pats his lap 'you're such a good father Kento' you say sitting down on him his hands wrapping around you and pulling you even closer to him. he brings his lips to yours in a soft kiss which is disrupted by the sound of 'ew' as your daughter stands in the doorway her hands covering her eyes.

Nanami who's still all over you, his hands always going too far up your skirt or top far up your shirt. 'Kento she's next door' you practically whimper as Nanami plays with your clit as you lay back on the bed. 'she's a teenager she's not leaving her room' he says between kisses 'Just be quiet for me okay doll' you can only nod in response as he lowers to his knees and begins licking up your folds.

Nanami who doesn't care if your daughter is in the kitchen he's getting a quickie in whilst you're doing the washing in the laundry room, bending you over the washing machine his hand on your throat as he praises you for being so quiet.

Nanami who sits next to you in the school waiting room as you've been called into the school because your daughter's been in a fight. 'Mr and Mrs Nanami' someone calls and you both get up his hand at your waist guides you as he whispers 'Do you think she won' in your ear making you smirk.

Nanami who rolls his eyes as the principal talks about how your daughter lacks manners. 'excuse me but to my understanding, she was defending herself and did not throw the first punch, therefore, I support her decision and I will be calling your higher-ups about your own lack of discipline' he says before getting up and helping both you and your daughter out of the school leaving the principle shaking in shock knowing with one phone call her career is over.

Nanami who lays in bed with you later that night and says 'Where do you think it came from' You only laugh and say 'She's going through the same emo phase as you Kento'. he snaps his head around looking at you 'yeah but her short temper comes from you' he mumbles. 'what did you say' you say looking back at him your eyes wide. ' I love you darling' he repeats smiling as you throw a pillow at his face.

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m-ayo-o · 2 months

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hello 💕 just wanted to let you know I'm a big fan of your stories... I am obsessed with bunny and megumi 🫶🏻🫶🏻 please pretty please could you write a little extra something where he asks bunny what does she want for valentine's day and she tells him she really would love it if yuji comes spend the night with them again 🥺💕

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hellooo thank uuu lovely ! REQUESTS ARE STILL CLOSED : written in the past! 🍒 nsfw ! explicit sex, aged up yuji x bunny girl reader, cw: light bondage, oral, explicit sex, messy cum... hybrid fics 💕 valentine's

You're being shy about it. Coy, even. But Megumi can sense that you're just itching to ask him something.

You know he's not massively interested in valentine's day. The cards, chocolates and love letters? They're a gimmick. He'll do that for you any day. And he does. He leaves you notes, he buys you flowers- your favourite kinds that make your nose twitch with happiness when you inhale their scent, and he gets thoughtful gifts for you year round.

His attentive nature leaves you not wanting much for valentine's day.

Apart from a certain someone...

After your last encounter with him you really wish you could have just another night with Megumi's pink haired friend.

"Yuji..."

You sigh out his name when Megumi asks what you'd like for valentine's.

"Yuji?"

He's a little astounded but he finds it kind of funny. He could tell you really enjoyed spending time with his sweet friend while he was away.

So he calls him and they make a plan.

Needless to say, you're tripping over yourself when you're guided into your apartment to find Yuji tied up in red ribbons on your bed. There's one around his mouth that already looks damp from his breath, one around his chest, and his big forearms are tied to the bedframe above his head.

"Oh.. Yuij..." you come out of your little daze, stepping over to the bed and getting on top of him where he lies.

"Bunny," your owner addresses you, "can I tell you something funny?"

You look back at him and nod, while you get settled on Yuji's lap.

Your owner asked you to wear pretty red underwear today and you didn't really think too much about it. But when he strips off your dress to reveal your cute body wrapped in red, Yuji whines and your eyes go all wide and dazzled, darting back to him.

"You asked for each other," Megumi chuckles, "for valentine's."

It's not as if he feels left out or anything. He gets you all year round. It's just the fact that, on this special occasion, you thought of each other and it's just so adorable to him.

You sigh with happiness and your ears flop, looking at Yuji, the sweet man who makes your heart melt.

"You two look so cute. Enjoy your valentine's gift, sweetie." Megumi pecks your cheek and gets settled on the chair in your room, his hungry gaze lingering over your bodies, waiting to see what you'll do to each other without his firm and guiding hand.

You're feeling a bit lost at first, but before long you're placing kisses over his handsome face and undoing the ribbon on Yuji's big chest. Admiring the pretty bows tied around his wrists, you start to wonder how he got in this position, realising that Megumi must've done it. That only makes the situation ten times hotter.

Your body starts moving and your pussy, that's covered in the tiniest triangle of red material, grinds over Yuji in his tight red boxers.

You notice his arms start to flex. His biceps bulge and he tugs at the ribbon.

Megumi clears his throat and shoots Yuji an icy glare. The man below you stops his listless movements and lets you continue.

You kiss his cheek, his neck and his gorgeous pecs, stopping to suck on his hard, dark nipples, continuing down his torso to find his abs. You kiss each defined muscle and move to his waist, making him jump with the ticklish feeling of your soft lips and eyelashes fluttering over his skin. But it just makes you kiss him harder, because when he starts to giggle and squirm, his stomach tenses and you can see his muscles moving. Your mouth waters and you start sucking him there, leaving little red marks and working your way further down.

Megumi feels kind of proud, seeing you mark him like that, knowing how often he does it to you.

Yuji's starting to whimper into the ribbon now, feeling you kiss his v taper and his hips. It tickles in such an intense way, and with your mouth getting so close to his crotch, he can feel his cock starting to fill up real quick.

"Mmhh-- mfmm---"

Your warm and pretty face dives between his thighs and Yuji starts moaning through the red silk. He wants to touch your ears so bad. They look so fluffy and cute and he really wants to play with them while you nuzzle into his crotch. You press your face on him there, feeling his warm, hard dick, and you suddenly jump when your cheek gets a little bit wet. You inch back and notice a damp spot on Yuji's red boxers and your eyes get that excited look in them again. You press your face closer and your lips find the darker patch on his shorts.

"Mm!"

He uses all of his power to keep his hips stuck to the bed, almost wishing that Megumi tied his whole body down.

You stick your tongue out, innocently tasting the nectar he spilled, not entirely realising that it's the most sensitive part of Yuji's body right now.

Your lips pucker and you keep kissing him there, smooshing your cheeks into his length and rubbing him up and down through his boxers.

Megumi knew you'd end up doing something like this. You always beg for cock, but when one is given to you, you have no idea what to do with it. He seriously wants to step in right now and at least tug Yuji's shorts down for him. He's got such a look on his face... almost like he's drunk. A hot, pink blush covers his cheeks and his eyes open and close lazily. He looks dizzy.

"Baby," Megumi coos, approaching you and touching your back, "take Yuji's cock out, you're torturing him."

He caresses your snowy tail and starts rubbing his thumb over your ass that's barely covered by the thin string of red.

You look between your owner and Yuji, realising what kind of state he's in, and you pull his waistband down slowly and watch his cock bounce out.

You'll never get over how big he is.

You wonder how he even got inside you before.

But he did, and you're determined to do it again. So, with Megumi's guidance (he couldn't help himself) you place your lips around Yuji's cock and your owner moves your head up and down. He knows exactly how much you can take. But Yuji doesn't. He starts moving his hips now, making you gag, getting both of their dicks harder. But no, Megumi doesn't allow it. He pins Yuji's hips down and encourages you a little more, before lifting you off and bringing you to sit up on Yuji's lap.

Your pretty, pink haired friend looks like he's about to hyperventilate, so you plead with Megumi to take the ribbon off his mouth and he agrees.

"Bunnyy---" Yuji sighs and pants, catching his breath, "bunny-" and as soon as his lungs are filled, you hear his request, "bunny, pl- please sit on my cock baby-!"

His thick and muscular arms start straining again and it looks like he's going to cry.

"Please, please I can't wait- f- fuh-- feels hot-!"

Megumi knows exactly what he means. It feels like he could cum from only a couple of strokes of your pussy.

And he does.

Bucketloads.

In your hole, dripping from you, down his shaft, over his balls, all over the sheets. You're both absolutely drenched by the time he's finished.

And your owner, like the devil on your shoulder, tells you to keep riding him to fuck him through the overstimulation (because Megumi secretly loves Yuji's sweet whining noises when he gets like this).

So you ride out the best Valentine's Day of your life on Yuji's cock, with Megumi's hands on your ass and his lips on yours.

You kiss and fuck all night long, till Yuji is done and Megumi can take his turn.

"happy valentine's, sweetheart" ︎your owner murmurs in your ear, pressing kiss after kiss to your neck before you pass out from pleasure.

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luveline · 8 months

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Hi jade! I’ve been so enjoying your shy!reader fridays. if you are down for another req- Eddie and reader are at a party and she gets overstimulated/overwhelmed from the noise and he takes care of her someplace quiet? 🥺

hi, thank you for requesting!! I really think Eddie would give the best hugs when you're feeling down ♡ —Eddie reassures you after things get too much at a party. fluff, hurt/comfort. fem!reader, 1.6k

Sticky floor, cigarette smoke in the air. Every step you take pulls and every breath is sharp. Eddie smokes a cigarette by the open back door but there's no need, tens of hands hosting cigarettes held aloft across the room. The music is loud enough to cover the sound of dragging inhales, embers burning like little red lanterns in the dim light.

Someone smashes a bottle across the room. There's a raucous round of applause, to which the smashee bends at the waist for a low rolling bow. You want to smile at the joke but your ears are ringing, this odd feeling like a humming between your ears too much to deal with. You wore shoes that were tight at the toes because you wanted to wear the jeans Eddie likes and they were the only shoes that looked good, and that thought process alone had been exhausting, the hot stress of taking off and putting on in a rush.

When Eddie picked you up, he said, Hey, you look frazzled, babe. Which wasn't really the reaction you wanted. Not his fault. Not great either way.

Eddie meets your eye over the shoulder of some Jean jacket talking to him and gives you a send help sort of look. You laugh for show, awkward being so far away from him, probably on the brink of a mini meltdown. You need to not be in this room for a minute.

Your shoes hurt and stick to the floor as you stand. You cringe across the living room through a game of poker with Magic cards for chips, taking a right down the hall away from the noise to the front door. Morose, you pass it and climb the stairs. There's a blissfully empty bathroom waiting for you at the top.

You close the door and breathe a sigh of relief. You feel nauseous, like you need to lay down, but you settle for resting your weight on the cold porcelain of the sink basin, hands braced, flinching as the sink touches the small of your back. You're fed up with hot and cold and loud and sticky and messy.

Tracing the nooks and crannies of the bathroom, you wonder if it would be rude to smell their shower gels or rifle through the medicine cabinet. Definitely rude, you decide, but perhaps a necessary evil. You need a distraction or something. What you really want is to open the window and bail out now before you catch fire, but you don't trust your legs to not break.

A knock sounds against the door.

You cover your face in your hands, allowing yourself the drama of it as your favourite voice speaks, "Y/N? You in there?"

Eddie's voice is rough tonight from the smokes, and it tends to hover low when he's relaxed. There's a gritty quality to it that gives you shivers when he uses it against your skin, similar in a way to his hands. Callused, bitten nails, hard ridges of bones, but always gentle when they touch you. Or, usually. He's a stickler for rough-housing.

You wait too long to answer and panic. You could flush the toilet and feign calm, but then it drags too long, and Eddie says, "Hello?"

"Yeah," you say, hating yourself desperately for sounding strangled. You push down the handle and open the door.

Eddie stands in the slit of the door with a smile. He's always smiling when he sees you like you're something worth smiling about. It doesn't make much sense, but Eddie Munson doesn't make sense. Black clothes with rips and chains and beads, on his torso a bleach stained mess that was once a Metallica tour shirt, his legs a pair of jeans he had to sew back together when the side seam on his thigh split. You professed to liking that look, to his delight, and he promised to show you his thighs more often after that. One of the bracelets you made him months ago hangs from his wrist, too big, the embroidery thread you'd twisted into wonky hearts a sodden grey colour from his refusal to take it off in the shower.

"What are we doing in here?" he asks, raising a dark eyebrow.

"Wouldn't you like to know."

Eddie gives a performative look behind you and, upon seeing no suitors nor snacks, shrugs. "Whole lot of nothing, by the look. Where's your boyfriend?"

You squint at him playfully, "Off bothering some poor lark, I'm sure."

Eddie eases the door open to step into the bathroom with you. He sniffs unhappily at the strong bleach smell but quickly loses whatever qualm he has when his hands find your waist. "Don't call my girl a lark. What's that even mean?"

He kisses you with little fanfare in place of Hello. "You okay?" he asks, his hand sliding between the layers of your shirt and your jacket. It moves like it has a mind of its own, roving and rolling against the slope of your back. "I looked away for five seconds to stub out my smoke and you were gone. Kind of sick."

"Sorry," you say, "wanted to loot Ben's grandma. She has a treasure trove of pound cream in there that's gotta be worth like, sixty dollars."

"I don't believe for a second you looked in their medicine cabinet," Eddie says, though he untangles his arms from your waist to look anyway. The only thing in the cabinet is an extra tube of toothpaste under a layer of dust. "You liar."

"I know. I just wanted some quiet."

Eddie closes the cabinet, arm braced against the side of it as he sets his concern on you. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. Just… it was loud, and the smoke was getting in my eyes, and… Sorry, I know that's dumb."

His head dips slightly toward one shoulder. "That's not dumb. You get overwhelmed a lot." He gestures to you with his hand, the flat surface of a silver ring skating across the back of your arm where you've brought them to your stomach. "I don't care. Like, it doesn't matter, I didn't mean it like that."

"I don't mean to," you say quietly.

"Baby. Baby, I know," he says.

He opens his hands and offers them, giving you the option of more or less touch. You give him your hand, and while you aren't sure at first that you want it, his squeezing hold helps release some of the cruel tension twisted between your shoulders.

"It's loud, huh?" you ask, the floor beneath your feet vibrating in time to the drums.

"It's really loud. It's a lot." His thumb smooths over the back of your hand, more love in that one touch than some people have shown you your whole life. Eddie's always been like this, even when you weren't dating, dropping love at your feet like it didn't cost a thing. "You can come over, you know? Even if I look like I'm doing something I'm just waiting for you to come over. If you're not feeling it, I wanna be the first to know."

"I don't think I'm feeling it," you admit.

"You want a hug?" he asks.

You hug in the same way, hands vying for the other's waist, though his arms go over yours. You rest your cheek in the curve of his neck and breathe in a relieved sigh, his smell washing over you in a rosemary wave. He wears this rosemary and patchouli cologne religiously like Hendrix did. If it's good enough for him, he says. Eddie likes to spritz you with it if you're standing close enough to share the magic.

"You smell nice," you murmur.

"It's not too much, is it?" he asks, putting his head on yours.

"No. It's nice."

"Try to relax," he says, fingers massaging gently into the dip of your back like he can feel the tension. "We'll leave in a bit. I don't wanna drag you back into the pit if you're not feeling up to it today."

"I wore my bad shoes."

"I thought you did," he says. He rubs his nose into your forehead. "Why would you do that? You know they don't fit."

"Look nice with the jeans."

"I do love the jeans," Eddie confesses.

"I know you do."

"Oh, yeah? Don't tell me you wore your nice jeans for lil ole me. Sweetheart, I'm flattered."

You pinch him in warning.

He drops the salacious act in favour of a softer hug, holding his breath for a handful of long, languid seconds. "Aw, I love you," he says on the exhale. "You'll feel better in a minute, I promise. Soon as we get out of here, you can take your shoes off in the van and we'll go get dive bar curly fries to eat in silence."

"That sounds amazing," you say sheepishly.

Eddie encourages your head back to kiss the tip of your nose. "I know. I know you, babe. But I can't read your mind, so you need to tell me when you're overwhelmed. I can help you deal with it."

"Love you," you murmur.

He strokes your cheek with his thumb before both hands move down. He dusts off your shoulders, straightening your jacket.

"Ready to get out of here?" he asks.

You mirror his genial smile as he takes your hand to lead you back downstairs.

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson oneshot #eddie munson scenario #eddie munson drabble #eddie munson fic #eddie munson fanfiction #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things #stranger things fic #stranger things x reader

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larluce · 2 months

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Arthur and Merlin travel back in time without knowing the other is from the future too AU

Tagging @aceauthorcatqueen , @fallenxjas , @smileytrinity ,@lucifertookmyshoe , @an-entity-i-think , @thecornerofbelu , @griffonskies , @odinjm , @cinnabon-sweetroll-tiramisu , @thelady-mary , @bennedict , @nightninjaboy , @st8-of-grace , @star-rie a little fluff to celebrate I reached 200 followers 🥺🤧. Thank you so much! I love you all! ♥️♥️

LINKS TO THE OTHER PARTS OF THIS AU HERE: PART 1 , PART 2 , PART 3 , PART 4 , PART 5 , PART 6 , PART 7 , PART 8 , PART 9 , PART 10 (You're here) , PART 11

A little more of "The Mark of Nimueh"

Arthur: (Knocks the door to Gaius's Tower) Merlin!

Merlin: (opens the door) I'm on my way. Sorry I'm late.

Arthur: (Smiles at the feeling of deja vu) Don't worry. I'm getting used to it. (stops smiling when he notices the flowers on Merlin's neckerchief)

Merlin: Oh, uh. (pulls out the flowers) Gwen gave it to me.

Arthur: (jealous) You two are pretty close aren't you?

Merlin: (confused at Arthur's sudden question) Uhm.. Yeah, I guess? I mean, we just known each other for a couple of weeks so-

Arthur: Do you like flowers?

Merlin: Uhm... I do actually (smiles a little). They're a nice gesture but...

Arthur: But?

Merlin: It's sad they have to cut them. Just to die in days time. (thinking) Why did you say that?! He's going to think you're a sappy petticoat now! 😖

Arthur: (points the flowers) And you like forget me nots?

Merlin: I love them! 😊(puts the flowers back in his neckerchief). Not that I think the other flowers aren't beautiful. But there aren't many that are purple and-

Arthur: And you like purple.

Merlin: Yeah... (blushes, thinking) Why are we talking about what flowers I like? He never asked me that before.

Gaius: (interrumping) Sire? Do you have a message for me or...?

Arthur: (blushes) Oh, right. My father wants to see you inmediatly.

Time skip. Merlin and Arthur fighting with the Afanc.

Afanc: (Throws Arthur aside)

Merlin: Arthur! (runs infront of him and raises his torch to the beast, ready to use his wind spell)

Afanc: (blows the flame)

Merlin: Oh, fuck. (falls on his back when the beast aproaches him)

Arthur: Merlin! (covers him with his body)

Merlin: Your torch! Arthur, your torch! (points the fallen torch that fortunatly still has a little flame)

Arthur: (grabs it and raises it at the beast while still on top of Merlin)

Merlin: (thinking the spell so Arthur can't hear him) Lyfte ic þe in balwen ac forhienan se wideor!

Afanc: (is set on fire and dies)

Arthur: (turns to Merlin and gets to see just a bit of the gold in his eyes before it dissapears, thinking as he catches his breath) So this was also you.

Merlin: (Catching his breath but also nervous, cause Arthur is still on top of him and keeps looking at him directly in the eye) Ar...Arthur?

Arthur: (caress Merlin's face, concerned) Are you okay?

Merlin: (Nods, red to his ears) Ahm... could you...?😳

Arthur: Oh, right. Sorry. (stands up and helps Merlin to stand up)

Merlin: (covers his embarrasment with anger) You! You can't keep putting yourself at risk like that! 😡

Arthur: (shouts back) I could tell you the same thing! You came here to fight the beast alone, didn't you? Why didn't you come to me? (thinking) As you did last time.

Merlin: I had it under control! I just needed fire to defeat it (thinking) And wind and magic. But you can't know that! (says) I didn't want to put you in innecessary danger!

Arthur: (in shock for a second but then smirks) You care about me?

Merlin: (red again) N-No. But I can't keep my job if my master is dead!

Arthur: So you love being my servant.😏

Merlin: I... 😳(thinking) WHAT IS HAPPENNING?! 😨😱(says) It pays well 😠. (starts leaving as dignified as he can)

Arthur: The exit is the other way.

Merlin: I knew that! 😡 (goes the other way)

Arthur: (laughs a little and follows him, thinking) Do you love me already? When exactly did you fall in love with me?

Time skip. Merlin enters his room and finds a purple lily in a pot next to his bed. Surprised and confused, Merlin reads the note next to it. The note says "There are many purple flowers you just have to look for them carefully. Here is one in a pot so it doesn't die, but knowing it's under your care I bet it'll last a few days anyways. Don't go into danger alone again. Atte Arthur".

Merlin: (puts the lily back in the table and sits on his bed calmly... and then sinks his face in a pillow to scream)

#merlin bbc #bbc merlin #merlin #merthur #merlin fanfic #merlin fic #merlin prompt #merthur fic #arthur and merlin #merlin and arthur #merthur prompt #Arthur and Merlin travel back in time without knowing the other is from the future too AU

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willowser · 5 months

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now i wake up by your side—

bakugou x f!reader

wc: 2.8k+

tags: u.a. college au, canon-compliant, reader has a telekinesis/telepathic quirk, references (and potential spoilers) for the current arc in the manga, angst, a lot of secret hidden feelies

tysm to @alrightberries for giving me the opportunity to bring this lil thought of yours to life 🥺 your patience and understanding during the time it took me to write this is so appreciated it, and tbh you're the reason i'm even still here right now LOL you're so sweet, and i hold your kindness so close to my heart. i wish i could convey how much it means to me. i hope i did this even a lil justice !! happy birthday dear !!!! 🥺🩷✨️

Sero dreams of watching the sunrise on top of the Roppongi Observatory.

It’s a beautiful sight, one you’ve never seen with your own eyes, but you soak in the warmth flushing across his cheeks and the anticipated break of morning through the clouds. When he takes in a hefty breath, you feel the spring chill sting inside his chest, crisp and clear, like it’s you breathing instead of him, and it’s almost comforting enough to lull you to sleep, too.

But a clay pot shattering against a nearby bench has your eyes springing open, ripped from the haven you’d been lost to.

You have to blink several times in order to fight through the exhaustion wearing you thin, but the evening returns to you in small, bleary doses. It’s the middle of the night—or at least it was when you’d first wandered out to the training field, and you can’t be sure how many hours have passed since then. Across the yard, you’ve successfully managed to carry four pots from the garden plot near the entrance all the way to your feet with your Quirk— but number five sits in pieces in the grass.

You’ll have to clean that up by morning or Eraser will make you run laps until you puke. Again.

Kirishima flits through your mind in a suit and tie: not as a Hero, but a spy of some kind, chasing down men with masks covering their faces and wielding a gun that looks odd in his hands, even in his own dream. Despite being back in the dorms, stories up and near the end of the hall, you can see it—hear him yelling out at the criminal to stop, feel the thud of the ground under his feet. His own determination blares through you like a freight train, as strong and damning as he is, and you fight to force yourself back inside your own shoes as you try to carry another pot.

Recovery Girl used to tell you that you did this to yourself: all your worry about losing sleep psyching yourself out of it completely, chasing it away before it even had the chance. When everyone is getting ready for bed, heading out of the common room and hitting the showers, you can feel that suspense building; what will come across tonight while everyone dreams? Fantasies? Or nightmares?

During the day it’s easier to drown out the foot-traffic of everyone’s thoughts—you do it without trying, now—but your brain needs rest, too. Letting go of control for even a second, just to get some shut eye is—

Something frightening is outlined in your peripheral vision, the dash of a pale shape you aren’t able to discern before it’s gone. The air turns metallic and stale and you can hear water sloshing, though you’re nowhere near the pools. All your blood rushes in your ears and your fingers curl, like you’re gripping your seat—gripping the edge of the couch in the common room, where you’d been sitting beside Mina when Kaminari put on that horror movie. The one with the—

“The hell are you doin’?”

Your eyes snap open for the hundredth time that night—show over, credits rolling—and it’s Bakugou. Standing only feet away from the new set of clay shards of your failure, tangible and real and staring at you with an intensity not even your dreams could mimic.

You blink, eyes stinging and heavy. You must look insane. “Oh, hey,” the voice that comes out of you is far-away, chartered off to distant lands, and he notices immediately, focus razor-sharp despite how late it is. “What did you say?”

Bakugou wrinkles his nose, like he’s offended at having to repeat himself. “I said, what the hell are you doin’? It’s nearly 2 in the morning and you’re out here throwin’ shit around in your fuckin’ pajamas.”

Almost on cue, the breeze brushes past your legs, chilly enough to have you shivering, and you peek down at them as if you don’t know what they look like. The sweater you’re wearing is from second year and the U.A. logo is half-worn off, but it’s the comfiest thing you own and if you’re going to be plagued all night by the forced intimacy of your classmates’ dreams—you at least want to be cozy.

When you look back up at him, Bakugou is pointedly looking away, taking interest in something other than your wimpy state of dress.

It dawns on you then that he’s out here, too, in sweats and a simple back sweatshirt, hair a messy, golden halo in the pale, buzzing field lights. If you didn’t know any better, you’d almost think his face was a little rosy, but—maybe you’re seeing things.

Still. Being out and away from everyone, alone with Bakugou, makes your stomach tighten horribly. Like you’ve done too many sit-ups.

You try to brush off your sudden bout of shyness, because you know he’ll clock that in no time, too. “Well, I could ask you the same thing.” At the raise of your eyebrows, he only tchs, and casts you a filthy look. “But I think maybe I’ll just mind my own business.”

The face he makes is so awful and hot-blooded that you laugh, truly and earnestly, enough that a headache pulses to life. You wince, and the stream of pain that shoots down the middle of your skull brings back that image of Kirishima’s action-thriller: blood and knives, the sound of skin on skin, a fist against cheekbones, the ugly snap of breaking—

“Oi.”

Bakugou is closer than before, when you’re grounded back inside yourself. At least no pots have been broken this time. Less to clean up.

“Sorry,” you shoot him an apologetic smile that you know he must hate. “It’s just so—” your hand feels like it’s made of lead, but you drag it up to massage slow circles into your temple, trying not to grit your teeth and worsen the pounding in your head. “So loud sometimes.”

He’s silent until the pain ebbs out, and when you can blink without flinching, you peek up to catch how intently he’s watching your face. In the night like this, his eyelashes seem darker, longer, a kind of haunting beauty you would dream about, if you could get some sleep.

Again, you think of Kaminari’s horror movie, legs pressed against Mina’s under the heavy comforter she’d brought down from her room. It’s warm, the kind of pink, fluffy thing you’d imagine a girl like her to have—but it didn’t stop you from shivering every time you chanced a glance at Bakugou and found him already staring back.

The heat in your cheeks spreads to the back of your neck, so immediate that you think you might start sweating. “Dreams and stuff,” you murmur, by way of an explanation, “nightmares, sometimes.”

Bakugou's frown deepens, the muscle in his jaw tightening once as he grits his teeth. “What, you can just…hear that shit all night?”

“Usually,” you shrug, “It just comes in, you know? And I—” you steal another glance at him, aware, then, of just how intrusive you might sound. The veil of privacy is thin between you and others, and they don't often like being reminded of that. “Not for you, though. I don't—I don't get anything from you.”

And it's true, frustratingly enough. Not that you are ever intentionally peeking into anyone's head, but things slip through, occasionally—sudden reactions, wild, loose trains of thought.

Bakugou's face twists, regardless, and you're reminded of all the times you've been forced to spar together, at Eraser's behest. One of the smartest in your class, quick on his feet and never without a plan; every time you've managed to get a hand on Bakugou, there's been nothing but a sea-shore calm.

It's hard to do and, at this point in your life, you've seen a thousand people try it—but he's the only one that's ever succeeded in keeping you at bay.

Nothing in his expression changes, but all your nerves spread to your voice until it shakes. “You're—I don't look in there, of course, but it's—you've always been…” Bakugou is terrible at taking compliments, you know that, almost as bad as you are at giving them. “Pretty, I guess.”

Awful, at giving them.

Embarrassment floods him, suddenly stained pink as he curls into himself. “Piss off,” he barks, and though he’s scowling at you in what must be disgust—you can’t help but to smile at how aggressively bashful he is.

You almost get the guts to make matters worse, just because you can. Admit how handsome you’ve come to find him, after the last few years, until his face is steaming in the sweet nighttime chill; the kind of intimacy you wouldn’t mind dreaming about again and again.

The absence of his thoughts are a comfort for your tired mind, has all the harsh edges of night fading into something a little easier to swallow, to breathe in. You know he does it on purpose as a strictly defensive move, but you almost want to thank him. For the quiet.

You don’t know if it’s from you or him, but when you reach a hand up to hover near his temple, the air buzzes between you, gently. Charged with that same thing that had you unable to look away from him in the common room only days ago. “In here, I mean,” you murmur, and the smile you pull on feels lame, but it’s as genuine as ever. “I don’t know, I don’t know how you do it. But it’s…nice.”

You’ve seen him die a thousand times.

Mostly in Midoriya’s dreams, sometimes in Eraser’s when he nods off during last period, but that horror—like many others, from that day—stains you all. When dinner is put away and showers are finished and the lights go out and the flood gates open, someone almost always relives the ugliness of it all; you’re more familiar with that moment than you are with any of your own.

Here and now, you close your eyes and see Jirou staring back at you, face beautiful and full of hope. You see Kirishima’s torn suit jacket and the blood on his cheek and the empty gun in his hand, the most dedicated secret agent. Aoyama is dreaming of his mother, something warm that makes you feel like you’re dazzling, too.

And yet—Bakugou is silent. Even right in front of you. Even after everything.

If anyone deserves the peace and quiet, you suppose it ought to be him.

“When’s the last time you got any sleep?”

You blink until his blurry figure is clear, and it’s like you can physically feel whatever energy you had left seeping from your body at the mere mention of sleep. “Maybe a morning or two ago,” you tell him truthfully, “I usually pass out after a few rounds of ‘throwin’ shit around’.”

Bakugou only stares at you as he digests the words, and once he’s gotten them down, he shakes his head before looking out over the mess you’ve made of the training field. With his head turned like this, you can take in the full weight of his scar—the one that’s wide and still baby-pink across his cheek.

You almost get the guts to tell him he’s handsome. Almost.

Frustration is evident on his face when he looks back at you, but his voice comes out softer than you expect, like he's struggling to get out any words at all. “Can’t keep doin’ this,” he chastises. “Can’t be a Hero if you’re half asleep all the time. Gotta figure this shit out.”

“I am,” you give a lazy wave to your pots, “What’s wrong with this solution?”

“It's ass.”

“Alright, you have any better ideas, pretty boy?”

He bristles, visibly enough to have you snickering, and—you’re not sure what you expect of him; to continue his griping or leave you to your own devices, building his walls up high as he always does. Ever the fighter, ever the protector; maybe it’s a good thing, you tell yourself, because you’re weak like this and one of you needs to be thinking straight.

Despite his flush, there’s a playfulness to his grouchy expression, his raspy tone—and it has you leaning too far into things you don’t know how to name.

You never know what to expect of him.

There’s the slightest brush of skin against the back of your hand, and when you drop your eyes to the slowly-dwindling space between you—the rough pads of his fingers are touching you, gently. Softly enough to be the breeze, if it weren’t so warm.

You’re afraid to look at him, suddenly, like it will break whatever spell the night is casting over both of you; instead you press your lips together to stop their wobbling and the smile fighting to give you away. You’re waiting for that sea-shore calm, that quiet comfort, whatever it is he’s trying to offer you, strangely enough, in this moment. When you turn your hand over to catch his, the air buzzes again and the blood rushes in your ears.

You focus and—all you can see is your own face staring back at you. In a flash, like he’s cycling through his cards in a hurry, trying to find the best one.

You, across the arena during the entrance exam. You, in the locker room before the Sport's Festival. You, sitting in the common room during Christmas. You, ruined with tears and your own blood and covered in grime, on the darkest day of your life.

You, now. On the field in the stale light, prettier than you think you must look, for being so exhausted, the lines of your smile deep as you grin up at him.

—And then there's nothing.

The absence of noise is louder than anything. A stark, white silence that cuts through; a different world trickling away. A single touch and a little focus is all it takes to take root inside someone’s head and that’s always felt like a weapon, but now it feels like coming inside from a snowstorm, relief shuddering down your spine. Everyone else's fears and nerves and heartaches dissolve until they’re only a bitter taste at the back of your throat. Something far, far behind you

There’s just Bakugou. A strong silence that feels impenetrable, invulnerable to the outside. The steady beat of his heart is comforting in a way you didn’t realize it would be, has that bloody, dead-eyed image of him shifting into something else: another moment in Midoriya’s memories, of his silhouette standing in the sun, tall and fierce and alive.

Returned. Here and now with you, after numerous, unforeseen turns of events. You wonder if the ease surrounding you is his own, something else he’s sharing—or if this is just how it feels to be with him after so long. Maybe in the past it was different—you know it was; during the entrance exam, during the Sport’s Festival—but now you feel more relaxed than you ever have. A reminder that, no matter how dark the nights get, the sun is only just beyond the horizon.

Returned, comforting and quiet.

(You won't know this until much later, but your hand will go slack in Katsuki's and his fingers will tighten around your own because he's not ready to let go yet. When your knees buckle, he'll already be there, awkwardly holding you up against his shoulder as his face flames and his eyes dart around the empty field, checking for any shitty snoops.

Ears is always up damn late, too, and there's a decent chance he'd get caught trying to haul you back to your room on the third fuckin’ floor, so there's really no better option than to gently lower you both to the grass. After a couple of minutes with no movement, the field lights will shut off and only the distant glow of the stars will remain.)

(You won't know this until much later, but Katsuki will arrange the both of you so that your head isn't slumped on the hard ground, but resting on the plush of his bicep, an arm around your shoulders so that the warmth can be shared between you both. His heart will pound hard enough in his chest to be worrisome, and every time you shuffle and scoot closer to him and nudge your nose into his sweater—Katsuki will fight to stay open and true, only honest with you in this wordless way.)

(You won't know this until the sun rises high behind your lids and your bones ache and he’s shown you things he could never say, but it's the best sleep you think you've ever gotten. With him, under the stars, surrounded by his calm and his constant.)

(You won't remember this but in your dream—your real dream, born from with solace Katsuki offers you—the morning will rise and settle in and he'll walk you back to your room despite the stares and in the elevator when you're alone, his lips will touch yours and you'll feel his heart in your chest and his nerves in your stomach and his fear and relief all in one.)

(And right away, when you wake up, you'll finally have a name for this thing that's been blooming between you both for as long as you can remember—and he will, too.)

#i was so nervous about getting the quirk right kahfkahf #and then i was so nervous about it being fluffy enough bc the first draft of this was too angsty ??#SO I REWROTE IT LOL #i hope this is okay !! 🥺#i love the idea of bakugou being able to express how he feels in emotion only #that the fear he doesn't know how to name or how to explain or understand is conveyed to you somehow #whenever he touches you #🥺#tysm for giving me the chance to write it !!!#literally no but seriously you're the only reason i haven't privated this blog again LMAOOO tysm 🥺#✿ willow writes #✿ one shot: bakugou

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