#i just want to hold his cheeks and smooch him in this scene hes so cute

[ner0w0w0]

peak kitty behaviour

#one piece #one piece live action #one piece netflix #dracule mihawk #my art #one piece fanart #i just want to hold his cheeks and smooch him in this scene hes so cute

[vanderilnde]

rugby player soap fucks you after a win. that’s it. extension from this post of mine

cw for dubcon smut, noncon exhibitionism, and gross johnny + simon

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“Did ya see that, hen?”

Johnny’s words come out stifled behind his mouthguard. He smiles, and it’s bulky, a little dim-witted in how he darts his tongue out, licking up a wash of blood that sluices down his lip. His eyebrow is split and his nose is bent out of shape, his cheeks all swollen and ruddy. 

He pulls you into a crushing hug, shaking like an ebullient dog that’s unaware of how big it is. His jersey, a royal blue, turns cobalt with his sweat. It sticks to his skin and outlines his chest, peeling off of your shirt when you sheepishly pull away. 

The pitch is glutted with celebrating teammates and their loved ones, but the broadcast camera is raptly focused on you and Johnny. On the grudging hold he has on your waist and the unwieldy trophy he’s just won for his team. 

Johnny grins like it’s a challenge. Like he wants to make the camera turn away. He forestalls the protests on your tongue by sinking into you for a hard kiss, bruising, and almost brutal in its force. It’s like he hasn’t separated himself from the game yet. Like he doesn’t want to compartmentalise you from the barbarous sport he plays. 

The scruff of Johnny’s stubble tickles you as you try pushing him back, try twisting out of his hands. But his fingers, as bandaged and torn as they are, press dimples into your jawbone and keep you in place. Keeps you squirming and shameful beneath the dissonance of celebration. 

He peels away with a kitten lick, pressing a wet smooch to the corner of your mouth. He’s smiling, pulling your jeans against the bulge beneath his spandex-like shorts, chuckling.

“Scored that last try for you, hen,” he pants. Spits out his mouthguard and passes his tongue over his bloodied teeth. “Did’ja see it?”

Johnny stinks of iron musk and sweat. He hands the trophy away and uses both hands to pull you close, clemently kissing your jaw. 

“I did,” you hum. You consciously lilt your voice upwards, telling it to Johnny how he always needs to hear it. “You did so well, Johnny. So good.” 

He whimpers into your neck. Just barely gyroscopes his hips against you. 

“Did it for you,” he slurs. Johnny’s words are all soft, melting on his tongue as if he’s drunk. As if his brain is belated and stuck in the grip of your praise. “Did so good, right? A’practiced so hard.”

You take the bait that Johnny has given you, petting him, because if not, he’ll get ratty and make a scene. You pull back and cup his face, preening under the cornflower blue of his eyes and the puppy-like dip of his lips. You smile. “So good. I’m so proud of you.”

Johnny is half-lidded and dizzy, nodding to himself, swallowing your praise like an empty-headed dog. Impatience and lust are written into him—you can tell by the darkened shade of his eyes and how hard he clutches your hand. 

“Let’s go,” he says, leading you through the stadium entrance, shouldering past fans asking him for autographs and photos. “We’ve time before the team goes for dinner. Nobody’ll be in the change room.”

Your cheeks flare with the implication of Johnny’s words and how purposeful they are. Marked by firm determination, leaving no room for objection. 

He tugs you like a puppy pulling its owner. Excited, working against its leash, your feet struggling to catch up. Johnny pulls you into his team's changing room, slamming the door shut behind you. The sound of you getting pressed against the lockers is thin, tinny, and fleetingly impairs you. When you reorient, Johnny has his skinned knee between your legs and against your pussy. His hand palming his cock through the tight material of his rugby shorts.

“Johnny,” you pant, “what if someone comes in?”

“Let ‘em,” he huffs out a laugh. “What’re they gonna do? Ban me from the league? I just won us a trophy. ’m on top of the fuckin’ world, baby.”

Annoyance cycles in your stomach at his lack of consideration. You try wiggling out and mewling, but the thigh between your legs is an immovable object. Your clothed clit catches on his sinews at every angle, pushing a gasp out of you regardless of how you twist and turn. 

“Haud y’r wheesht,” he barks. A hint of aggression bleeds into Johnny’s words, and that makes you pliant. “We’re just celebratin’, hen, no need ta ruin my win.”

Your eyes are on the door while Johnny shucks down his shorts. It rolls down his thighs and he leaves it at his knees, too eager to toe off his cleats and pull it all the way off. He stands awkwardly now, a little stilted because he can’t stretch his legs all the way, but that doesn’t stop him from bevelling his thigh into you and flexing, grinding into you. 

Johnny peels your shirt—a replica of his jersey—off of you, and kisses you deeply. You can taste the salt and blood crusted against his lips, feel his small smile. 

Johnny spins you around and folds you over the bench. Your knees bruise against the rubber flooring and your chest flattens against the cold wood, your brain reeling in the gross implications of it, whatever Johnny and his friends get up to in this locker room. 

He rips down your jeans, almost popping the buttons off, almost burns your skin with the denim, and settles himself behind you. Johnny grabs a fistful of your ass and spreads you open, swatting your pussy with his other hand.

“Johnny…” you mewl, and he chuckles. Gives you a waggle, slipping his large hand over and thumbing your clit.

“Thought you were feart of bein’ found?” He asks, lowering to his knees and kissing your dewy folds. “Why’re y’being so loud?”

Johnny waits for a second, giving you time to think of a reply, but with the first sound to leave your mouth he’s licking a fat stripe up your pussy, collapsing your words. 

He laughs at himself and it sends vibrations up your spine. Your bones are grinding together, your nerves filaments of live wire under Johnny’s hands that dig divots into your thighs and his mouth that sucks on your clit, tonguing your sticky folds. 

He spits on your cunt, spreads the wad of saliva around with his tongue. He pulls you into his mouth and suckles, moving his wet lips against your dewy ones. 

You stretch your arm back and tug on Johnny’s fleecy mohawk, scratching your fingers against the dew-skinned, shaved parts of his head. He expels a groan against your clit and you mewl, pushing into him, wiggling so his nose buries further, his tongue plunging into you and licking a stroke up your walls. 

You’re quivering now, shaking against the cold bench and Johnny’s hot mouth. A knot of energy crackles in your stomach as he wraps his lips around your clit and slurps.

“Gonna come on my mouth, hen?” Johnny pants, but pulls away before you reply. Punches a whine out of you by spinning you onto your back against the bench, pulling his cock out and giving it a few tugs, his dick so hard it droops with laden weight and a slaver of precum.  

“Or would’ya rather do it on here?” He asks, stroking himself. His balls low-hanging in front of you, the fat head of his cock all ruddy and red and flaring as he pinches it. 

You stare, dull-headed, with your mouth hanging open and a hazy film behind your eyes. Johnny giggles. 

“Cannae think with this in front of ye?” He smears his cockhead on your lips. “Sweet girl. So cute.” 

Johnny winces and pulls away. He swings one leg over the bench, settling himself on top of you. His cock is a heavy mass of muscle between him. Swinging, bobbing in place. Dumb and drooling with precum that drops onto your navel. 

He slips himself between your puffy folds, panting like a dog. Equally as impatient as one, squeezing his cockhead past your first ring of muscle, writing off your small cries of pain. He thinks cupping your cheek offsets the burn—still, Johnny’s cock is so heavy and so big inside you. Spreading you open, stretching you out. Making a home inside your belly. 

You hic his name, and he shushes you with a kiss. Johnny weaves into short, quick thrusts, because pulling himself to the tip means losing most of your warmth, and he can’t have that. He settles on barely rolling his hips, focusing on burying himself deep, folding himself into a frog position if that means fucking you meaner.

“Takin’ so much cock, bonnie,” he moans into your neck. “So good. So good.” 

Johnny’s ears turn pink and his eyes turn glassy. He keeps rocking inside you, his cock filling you out so well, so full, your thighs shaking and damp with slick. He fingers your clit, and in his pace, wild and unfettered, you wrap your legs around his waist like a cobbled together leash that you use to pull him closer.

Johnny grows feral at that. He slaps his balls harder against you, biting your shoulder. Sweat and blood rolls down his cheek and onto your face, augmenting the icy gold of his first place medal. It drags along your chest with each of his thrusts, turning into a ball of liquid fire as your body saturates with sweat. Johnny leans down, his lips slick as he kisses you, the push and pull of his hips ripening into a more jagged, desperate rhythm.

“Gonna fill y’up, hen,” he pants. There’s a strong dissonance that impairs you, echoing within the locker room. Johnny’s degenerate moans and the slap of skin against skin. The pitched sound of the wind being knocked out of you, the sticky sound of your cunt getting spread open on his big cock. 

Something else poises itself on Johnny’s tongue, something impure, but it gets shaved-off as he cuts himself off with a long, flinty moan. Johnny quivers as he comes, and that pushes him deeper as he fills you with his warm ropes.

He presses down on your clit, pushing the rise of your orgasm out of you. Your spine curls off the bench, your nails digging divots into Johnny’s arms, your mouth hanging open and a rough wave of pleasure curling over you and breaking into your skin. Your orgasm is so consuming it burns, eating you whole.  

It chews you up and spits you out. You tremble around Johnny’s softening cock as he peppers kisses down your sternum, and while you reorient, you see an unearthly spot of colour in the corner of your eye. It isn’t composed of matter—it’s big and blurry and hides between two rows of lockers. 

Then, you realise the drapery England flag, the absence of a Scottish one. 

The man who stands in the corner is blonde and huge and has his fat cock out, curling his fist around it, pumping. He’s so quiet, an ambush predator as he just stands there, continuing to beat his dick even after you make eye contact with him. 

He turns to Johnny, grotesquely smiling.

Johnny returns it.

#johnny mactavish x reader #soap mactavish smut #soap mactavish x reader #soap/reader #cod mw2 #soap mactavish #john soap mactavish

[speirslore]

band of brothers: types of kisses hc

(a/n: sorry this is so long… i tried to include a lot of easy company... but if your fav isn't here, please just send an ask and i'll add them!)

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[dick winters]

cautious kisses

dick does not like pda only because he's extremely private and wants your relationship to be for the two of you only... no matter how nosy nix is

but there still are occasional kisses to your cheek when he’s more relaxed in front of other officers

he's tender and careful too; dick is always cupping your face, a thumb brushing across your cheek or brushing hair away from your face

dick is always very gentle and a little unsure at times

especially at the beginning of your relationship, he feels incredibly inexperienced, or at the very least, out of practice

he’s very okay with you taking the lead when kissing because he doesn't want to do anything wrong

dick is tentative and private but very into it... it's a good thing he has an insane amount self discipline because otherwise he would be kissing you 24/7

[lewis nixon]

speaking of self discipline… lew does have it but he also chooses to ignore it most of the time, if he wants to kiss you then he's going to kiss you

so many morning kisses

honestly just anytime in bed because lew plays fast and loose with 'morning' and sleep cycles

absolutely never wants to get up, has to be coaxed with a lot of kisses and cuddling, it is a huge ordeal

he always kisses with some degree of mess, a little uncontrolled, perhaps a little desperate

a lot of sudden kisses too like you think you're safe and then boom he’s all of the sudden in the room, pulling you towards him

will take advantage of any opportunity no matter how small... does he have any shame? (no, not really)

lew does shockingly get a little shy sometimes about pda though

“i don’t want to rub it in their faces…" he'll insist, "y'know... what they don’t have”

sureeee... the blush on his cheeks says otherwise though

[carwood lipton]

carwood's speciality is definitely comforting kisses

lip is always paying attention to you and what you need and how you feel and that extends to physical affection

always wants you to feel okay, better than okay, great

and if a kiss can make you feel better then he’s more than willing to oblige

affection between the two of you is every casual and common, always kissing, holding hands, some sort of physical touch

constantly smiling in between kisses

he’s just that happy and loves you so much

but the comforting kisses & affection goes both ways

kissing the stress and worry away from his face and tracing his scar with your thumb before kissing it gently, your noses almost touching after you pull away to catch your breath, the two of you wearing twin smiles

and whenever you say goodbye or reunite, you both try not to make a scene, but it's always a little bit of a scene tbh... like having to be without carwood's kisses for a week is basically criminal

all the other men think it's extremely cute though, don't worry

[ron speirs]

stolen kisses (haha)

even his kisses are stolen!

he will always come out of nowhere and will always find time for a smooch

every time you think surely ron isn't in this area, he's supposed to be somewhere else, he's not in this building... you are proven wrong

is incredibly good at carving out time to see you... and finding private places for the two of you

like he's definitely scoped a few places out before he goes to find you

one time you were in his office kissing and someone knocked on the door and he huffs and pouts because he has to break away from you, even if it's only for a second- he's not happy about it

ron barks out, “not now," before returning to you will a warm, soft smile

heavy on kisses instead of words

ron is very physical...whenever you finally pull away from a kiss... you can always see things/emotions in his eyes that you know he's not ready to say yet and finds difficult to articulate

[don malarkey]

soooo many shy kisses

okay yes, don is kind of unhinged (stealing a motorcycle, drinking methanol, etc) but not with relationships... like flirting?? kissing??

he's still incredibly enthusiastic about your relationship... very much so

but he gets really shy around you, especially with kissing

turns beet red so easily, like you love kissing him and pulling away to see him blushing all the way up to the tips of his ears <3

it's just so fun and he's having a great time... and don cannot hide his emotions or what he’s thinking so whatever he's thinking always comes out when you're kissing

"god, you're beautiful. you should bring this dress to paris when we go next weekend. oh- y'know what, skip still owes me that $40 i lent him. i really need that for next week's pass so-"

"don," you interrupt gently, brushing a hand across his jaw

he'll blush and smile sheepishly, "right, i'm shutting up, back to kissing..."

he's shy yet so excited and wants to do everything right, willing to learn and wants to learn, and just wants his inner emotions and love for you translate with physical affection

and it definitely does! don is extremely endearing and you love him for it

[joe toye]

joe's kisses are always very intense

his eye contact, his touch, his raspy voice… everything is intense in the best way possible

his hands already feel like fire, so warm against your own skin

he loves just laying next to you in bed, just observing you and taking it all in

his passion definitely goes along with the intensity

he's also extremely private about affection with you, just because it means so much to him

tends to get vulnerable and emotional very easily

and really likes pillow talk and just listening to your voice, your stories, and your perspective

he likes your reassurance too, your love, he's never felt anything like this before

so whenever he can manage to have free time alone with you, he's always savoring it

joe could kiss you for hours, he truly loves taking it all in, going slow, and savoring the time you have together

[george luz]

late night kisses are a staple for the two of you

george gets so excited being with you he doesn't want to sleep

the biggest sleepover vibes

like you both very seriously decide to go to bed but then george says something funny or does his dike impression and then you both start laughing and talking again

and kissing again, sometimes the impressions are so good you have to reward him

you guys have a lot of late nights because of this

also do kisses for warmth and sharing body heat count?

huddling in a foxhole together, in the thick of it together, like yes they don't have much food, supplies, or ammo but george is not going to let them take kisses away from him too

oh my god, laughing in between kisses

sometimes he really can’t take himself that seriously

george is like don and gets very excited

he just feels so lucky to have you and has to kiss you accordingly

kissing you and just being with you can make him a little emotional… a happy little high

cigarettes have nothing on you and your kisses!

[babe heffron]

babe is kind of like a baby deer, he's a little clumsy and sometimes unsure but he's definitely got the spirit

he is confident but he does tend to second guess himself when it comes to you, he just doesn't want to mess anything up.

like what if he uses too much tongue or he headbutts you on accident... he's just overthinking it

and sometimes you just have to grab his arm and pull him toward you and kiss him yourself

when you're alone, babe lovesss laying on your chest letting you run your fingers through his hair and kissing his forehead... but don't tell anyone

jk he doesn't care if anyone knows (and they absolutely do know)

and the guys can't even tease him that hard about it, that's much everyone loves babe... they're just happy for him tbh

babe definitely gets a little needy sometimes like where’s his daily kiss allotment :(

and he can get clingy... will 100% wrap his arms around, you pressing kisses to your neck and shoulder just because he hasn't seen you that much today

[eugene roe]

tired kisses are a doc roe staple

poor eugene, he's exhausted and jaded... a lot of the time… and the rest of the company gives the two of you space as often as they can because they know how much your presence helps him

tired kisses as in he is putting in effort but his lips don't move as fast or as needy

he's more languid and calm, and it's very enticing

forehead kisses too omg

he lovesss when you kiss his forehead; pull him against your body, your chest, your arms and he feels safe and secure

he likes kissing the top of your head too, his nose in the crown of your hair while murmuring something in french

you catch various words in french that after spending so much time with gene you can understand now

like mon ange, mon amour, ma moitié (my better half? sobbing)

your presence is so grounding for him and makes him feel more normal, like he's not constantly surrounded by death and pain

you make him feel like he doesn't have to be constantly on edge, like he can take his helmet off and not be on alert, like he hasn't totally lost himself in his job... your kisses are so grounding for him

[buck compton]

a lot of reassuring kisses

like sometimes he just has to kiss the worry off of your face

and vice versa, towards the end of the war it's not even just kisses but your presence and touch alone become extremely reassuring for him

but also... buck can be so cocky sometimes, he loves showing you off

you secretly (not so secretly) love it... like sorry it's hot

like once when the two of you were at a pub in england... he's gambling, he's drinking, he's smoking, and ofc he's kissing you!

what else is he supposed to do when he wins at darts or cards... come on

the guys hype him up and just hide their jealousy because you and buck very often seem like relationship goals

he's always touching you, like usually has a firm grip around your waist

always laughing together, everything you do together automatically seems so intimate

like in a room with the other guys... they do feel like they're intruding

just because you and buck are in the corner laughing and talking together, the love and intimacy feels like it takes over the entire room

it's just so passionate and obvious he's head over heels and that definitely comes across in his kisses

[joe liebgott]

joe's kisses strike me as tender but demanding and needy at the same time

he's a taker.... but also a giver so it evens out

some very, very eager kisses

like pushing you up against a wall, hand sliding up your thigh and mouth working down your neck...

joe is a great multitasker!

accidentally bites your lip once, it wasn't that hard or anything but he went bright red and was apologizing profusely, but also was like, "did you like it though..."

(you did but...)

bottom line is joe's just a tiny bit feral around you at all times honestly

you never know when he’s going to pull you into his lap and kiss you and you both loveeee when you sit on his lap

the men are very used to it by now

he also likes living on the edge, like who cares if the patrol's supposed to be back any minute now and could walk in at any time?

messy kisses like his mouth is just everywhere basically, he wastes absolutely no time

he is so noisy: whines, groans, moans, laughs, you get everything with joe

also loves when you tug and pull on his hair while kissing, he specifically requests it

but joe can also get incredibly soft and sweet and tender but that's strictly for your eyes only... he has a reputation to uphold ofc

he totally blows you kisses whenever one of you leaves the room... it starts ironically but now he really does enjoy doing it

[david webster]

oh david is just so romantic

like definitely over the top romantic... it's so serious to him

he's read enough (a lot) romance novels and craves that book and movie worthy relationship and love

his life IS a victorian romance novel and he will act accordingly

everyone else thinks it's incredibly cheesy but you think it’s really cute

it means so much passion whenever he's talking about you, talking to you, kissing you, etc

he's always trying to think of the right words to say and you’re like “david, just kiss me please”

ofc he obliges and he is very good at it

his touch is just always so tender, you can feel the passion and love through his kisses

he's a little hesitant sometimes, starts off slow but it's extremely easy to get him worked up and make him lose some of that self control that he works so hard to maintain and portray

[floyd talbert]

confident kisses

yeah... yeah, what more is there to say

floyd just has a way (from a lot of practice) with his mouth

he's also very attentive and is always surveying how you're reacting and feeling, always wants to make you feel good and lovesss watching your reactions

he loves when you make noises of surprise or pleasure, he always ends up grinning into your kiss, he just thinks it's sooo cute

however i do think the more serious your relationship gets and the more feelings that are attached, the more likely he gets nervous... just a little bit

but that's more with relationship things

the kissing he has down pat for sure

takes the lead, cups your cheek, always knows what to do with his hands and the perfect the angle to tilt his head

will sometimes stop super close to your lips and just grin, teasing kisses

floyd loves having all of your attention to himself, when you loop your arms around his neck, when your lips are on his face, when you're talking quietly only for him to hear, when you're the only one that actually calls him floyd, ugh he just melts

[shifty powers]

shifty is the absolute king of gentle kisses

like so so shy

especially at the beginning of your relationship, you definitely have to kiss him first and initiate everything

he's so scared of reading the moment wrong and messing everything up

which you always reassure him that he won't

he has literally the entire company hyping him up, they've been waiting for y'all to get together for basically years now

but once he's more comfortable, he's always wrapping his arms around you, smiling, and kissing you freely

he struggles to articulate all love and emotions he's feeling but you still love listening to him talk about it

he just blurts out "i love you so much" one day after kissing, when you're laying in bed in austria

and he immediately looks terrified, not that he regrets what he said because he most certainly means it, but he doesn't know what you're going to say

but it's only a few seconds before you grin and throw your arms around him, "i love you too," you mutter before kissing him, a little more intense, and with a little more fervor than your usual kisses

[bill guarnere]

his nick name of wild bill definitely applies to his kissing style

absolutely wild

sometimes borderline unhinged

especially if he's been drinking or partying

but also... if it's the two of you alone, having a mellow morning or night, bill does get soft

the other guys aren't even surprised by that, they know he has a soft and gentle side to him, they can see it whenever you're with him

bill is sporting a basically permanent smile while watching you

trying to burn the visual of you into his brain so he can keep it forever

his kisses are encapsulating and very distracting

he hates seeing you upset or stressed and he uses kisses and physical affection to help

loves holding you and being the big spoon

and you love it too

it's soooo comforting

and it's never easy to not be constantly reminded that you're in the middle of a war, about to jump into france, etc, but with him, his firm arms around you, it's a little easier to forget

[chuck grant]

chuck strikes me as very confident, kind of like tab

he just wants to appreciate you!

and shower you with love

he will never run out of ways and words to compliment you

he's been admiring you from afar for sooo long, now that your in his arms it feels incredibly surreal

his kisses are always firm and secure

and chuck really likes when you take the lead and take what you want from him

being away from you always stirs something extremely confident and desperate in him

really enjoys holding your hand

always having physical contact with you, that's a necessity

ooo... he loves having a hand on your thigh

especially if he can sneak it under the table during dinner or a meeting

just his hand sliding up and down, gripping and then releasing, and then looking at his innocent yet knowing smile...

that definitely leads to some intense kisses, your hands running through his hair, hand cupping his jawline, you leading the show

he lovesss getting a reaction from you

#band of brothers x reader #band of brothers #band of brothers imagine #band of brothers headcannon #dick winters x reader #carwood lipton x reader #ron speirs x reader #ron speirs imagine #lewis nixon x reader #don malarkey x reader #joe toye x reader #chuck grant x reader #bill guarnere x reader #babe heffron x reader #shifty powers x reader #floyd talbert x reader #david webster x reader #joe liebgott x reader #joe liebgott imagine #buck compton x reader #eugene roe x reader #george luz x reader

[cowboydisaster]

Hiiiiiiiiiiiii!!! ❤️❤️❤️❤️ i would love a scene with Arthur and fem s/o cuddling up together and just chatting away about life and her telling him how handsome and attractive he is! also a bit of smooching if that’s okay with you! ❤️

Sweet Dreams

pairing: Arthur Morgan x fem!reader

word count: 1.4k

summary: cuddles, kisses, and sweet dreams

a/n: Thank you for this lovely prompt! I really wanted to write some fluff, and I love this prompt. It's simple, sweet, heartwarming love, and I love that. The fluff in this is teeth rotting, no warnings necessary, and no smut, just cuddles and kisses. Also if you've noticed, I started putting my taglist at the bottom cause it takes up too much space up here.

You can't sleep. Your eyes run over the open page of your book, the same paragraph you've read nearly three times without the words ever sinking in. Glancing at Arthur's golden pocket watch that sits on his table, you see that it's nearly three in the morning, and you sigh. The book you're reading has an incredibly slow exposition, and you're left wondering if anything is ever going to happen as you slam the pages shut, tossing the book next to the watch. You leave the candle lit, and just as anxiety starts to plague your mind from the late hour, you hear footsteps approaching your tent. Then the canvas parts, and he walks through. As soon as his tired eyes fall on you, he smiles.

"You're back." You smile as Arthur comes forward. He looks tired, but not hurt or scuffed up. His black shirt carries some rust colored dirt, and the bags under his eyes are darker from not sleeping, but importantly, he looks safe and happy to be back. Being further south has brought out some of the freckles across his nose, and you smile, seeing that more have popped up today. All the worry and the boredom float away once your eyes are on him, safe and home. He feels the same. Once he's in his tent, the sight of you in his bed waiting for him eases all his worries. In a few long, sleepy strides, Arthur comes over to the bed, cupping your cheek as he places a sweet kiss to the top of your head. 

"You didn't have to wait up for me sweetheart, it's late." Arthur whispers, stepping back to unclasp his gun belt. He turns away from you to place the worn belt and guns on a crate across from the bed, and you watch as he takes his satchel off and begins to undo the buttons on his shirt. 

"Couldn't sleep without you." You reply, yawning and earning a smile from Arthur. He turns back towards you, pulling the shirt over his arms. As he kicks his boots off, he catches your eyes, and sees the warm glint to them. 

"Why you lookin at me like that?" Arthur chuckles, wondering if it's the sleep deprivation that has you looking at him with such dreamy eyes. You smirk at the little confusion on his face, the holes on his union suit, the way his hair sticks up in places from his hat. 

"Because I love you, and because you're quite a catch, Mr. Morgan." You admit, heart thrumming with more love than you ever thought possible as he pulls his jeans off, rolling his eyes. Now fully dressed down in his union suit, Arthur stands over the bed, chuckling. 

"I reckon you've finally lost it." He jokes, always terrible with taking compliments. 

"Shush, now come to bed. I'm cold." You ask of him, holding the blankets open so he can come into the warm cocoon you've created. Quickly he blows out the candle, letting the smoke float up to the ceiling in swirling wisps. Then he climbs into bed beside you. Immediately you curl into his chest, nuzzling yourself against his warm figure tightly. He situates the thick blankets over the two of you, getting you all tucked in. Your nose tucks into his neck, and you hum at the way your bodies fit together so perfectly.

"Hmmm. This is better." You sigh as Arthur wraps his arms around you, pulling you closer into his toasty warm chest. His breathing, combined with the darkness soothes you, and though it would be easy to slip into sleep, you fight to stay awake and savor the moment. Arthur's fingers rub up and down your back, and yours grip onto his union suit, pulling him closer to you still. 

"How was your day? You were gone a long time, I missed you." You remark, thinking back to Arthur leaving early in the morning.

“It was busy. Helped those two lovesick fools pass notes back n’ forth most of the day. Star-crossed lovers I guess, ones’ a Gray and the other a Braithwaite.” Arthur explains, running his hand up and down your back. You chuckle lightly against his skin. 

“Lovesick fools? Are they as bad as us?” You ask, pressing a soft kiss to his chest in front of you. 

“Not nearly.” Arthur smiles, leaning down to catch your lips. You lean up to him, meeting in a sleepy kiss. His lips are warm and familiar, a nice greeting after a long day. It’s over far too soon as you pull away for breath, nuzzling back into his chest to cuddle. 

“A Gray and a Braithwaite? What a scandal.” You joke, knowing that it must be the talk of the town. Arthur snakes his hand between you two, gripping your hand with the one not tucked under your head. 

“A scandal indeed. I felt like a goddamn paper boy, goin’ back and forth, but they paid me good.” Arthur adds, voice growing quieter. You can hear the chirping of frogs outside, and the gentle lapping of the river as he continues. 

“What about you? What did you get up to?” He asks as you let go of his hand, sticking yours through the opening of his union suit, warming them against his radiating chest. 

“The usual. Laundry, cooked dinner for Pearson, yelled at Micah which was fun.” You whisper, yawning, and Arthur presses a kiss to your hair. 

“He buggin’ you again?” Arthur asks, pulling you closer to him as you toss a leg over his own, getting comfortable. 

“A little.” You admit. Arthur nods, a wrinkle of concern between his eyebrows. 

“He does it again, let me know.”

You nod, sighing and pulling your hands from Arthur’s suit. You wrap them around his neck instead, and pull him down closer to you. It’s almost like you can’t get comfortable, with the way you keep readjusting against him. 

“What’s with you?” Arthur chuckles as you press against him as tightly as possible. 

“I missed you.” You whisper, and a beautiful smile lines his lips as his hand cups your cheek. 

You lean up to kiss him, lips locking together slow and sweet. There’s so much passion behind your actions, so much love. You give him access to your mouth, and his tongue gently prods inside. He pulls back for a breath, and then he’s coming back to you, tilting his head as he catches your lips again. You smile against his mouth, lips slotting together until you pull away. 

“That you did.” Arthur chuckles, pressing one last, soft kiss to your lips, “I missed you too.”

You run your hands through his beard, looking up at him. Just enough moonlight trickles in to highlight his ocean-colored eyes. You look at the depth of them, then the little scar on his chin, and the bend of his nose. 

“You’re beautiful.” You exhale, looking over his perfect features, wondering how you got so lucky. Arthur scoffs as if humored, leaning his head back for a second. 

“What–” He starts, but you stop him. 

“Stop it. You are. Look at you. You’re strong and tall and you have the most strikingly beautiful eyes I’ve ever seen. Your nose, and your scars, your beard and your lips– I love everything about you…” You admit, truthfully. Your heart swells with love, so much that it could burst as you look up at him. His arms grow tight around you, and he pulls you back flush against his chest, resting his chin atop your head.

“I don’t deserve you, y’know that? You’re far too good for me.” Arthur chuckles, covering up the deep emotions that he feels with laughter. You shush him, not having any of it.

“Stop bein’ mean to yourself. Put that mouth to better use, and kiss me again.” You ask of him, and with a chuckle he does. His lips meet yours in strewed, slow kisses, but you can barely keep your eyes open as your lips begin to fall slack against his own. 

“Sweetheart?” He asks with a small smile, pulling away from your lips. 

“Hmm?” 

“Get some sleep, alright?” He asks, hand on the back of your head as he pulls you against his chest. 

“Okay Arthur,” You mumble, eyes already closed, “Sweet dreams.” You tell him, and he smiles bright at the way sleep seems to have clouded your mind. 

“Sweet dreams, darlin.” He replies, holding you close.

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[yorshie]

Hey, Love your stories btw. Saw requests are open and just wondering if you would write how turtles would be with a partner that overthinks?

Kind of like comfort, mostly fluff scene?

Whelp. I wish I could say I didn't overthink this, but I am not a lying liar who lies. Hope this is to your style anon. I want to apologize in advance for somehow not being able to work Raph smooching his reader into the story, but his Reader is a little too angry for smooches

Bayverse Turtles x Reader, set in 2023 (turtles 22 ish)

G/N Reader (somehow i managed that, but names like sweetheart and babycakes are used.) No Y/N

Warnings/Summary : um... fluff. like comfort. n fluff. angst if you think about the fact that reader is not ok at the beginning of each scene. allusions to sexy times in some of them

Tether

Leo peered into your window, found you splayed out on your bed, legs up the wall and staring off into space. He let himself in via the window in your living room, making sure to step loudly as he made his way to your room. 

You hadn’t moved from that spot. He took the moment to shuck his swords, his belt, placing them across the surface of your dresser, before moving to fold his upper half on your bed, beside your gently rising chest.

“Hey.” That low, calm voice pulls you back from wherever you were, the soft touch of a careful finger against the angle of your cheekbone too common an occurrence to really faze you anymore.

“Leo.” You rasped, fingers idly rubbing against your chest as you drank him in. The bed shifted as he leaned a little further over you, lips plush where they pressed against your cheek. “I didn’t hear you come in?”

A soft snort, his movements still slow, still gentle. “I noticed. Where were you?”

You frowned, turned to stare at the ceiling before turning back to the blue banded turtle. “I was thinking.”

“Of course.” He stated it like it was a fact of life, as easy as breathing and as sure as the sun, no judgement in his too blue eyes.

You found yourself smiling despite still feeling a little lost, knowing he wouldn’t want you to apologize. “I don’t really remember how it started.”

“Do you want to talk about it?” 

You paused, thinking, before pulling a face.

It pulled a small chuckle from his snout. “You are the opposite of Dee.” 

At your questioning hum, he elaborated. “You both think too much. But he lets it all out, you hold it in.” He gently tapped the point above the center of your rib cage, before moving to brush that same, careful finger down the planes of your face. He continued when your eyes strayed back to the ceiling, “I’ll listen, if or when you need to talk.”

“I don’t know if it’ll help.” You still hadn’t reached out to him, thumbs rubbing over their counterpart’s opposite knuckles. “I just feel a little- untethered.”

He tilted his head, pressed the ridge of his brow against your face, tucked it under the curve of your jaw, slowly slid down to the bones in your collar. “I can tether you.” He whispered, against your skin. “Let me tether you.”

You probably would laugh at the corny line he delivered so seriously, if not for the fact that it was working. His weight, the immediacy of his presence, grounded your fraying thoughts, reeled them back in until you could see the edges of yourself underneath.

He breathed in deeply near the dip at the bottom of your collar, letting you feel the rush of air, let it guide you back. One large hand slipped up against your own, fingers interlocking as he urged your thumbs to stop moving.

A slow sweep of his thumb, far larger than yours, against the inside of your wrist, the callus on the inside of his digit whispering across the softer skin. 

“Shhhh… there you go.” He leaned further across the bed, pushed your face further upwards, the curve of his snout now against your cheek. “You’re not going anywhere, darling. I’m here."

This time, when he took in a deep, steady breath, his chest brushed against your arm, and you felt his air flutter across your face. After a long, silent moment, you turned your head towards his own, fingers twisting to rub against his knuckles instead of your own.

“There we go. Just breathe.” He took another steady breath, urged you to mimic him. It was as though you had forgotten the feeling, your lungs rushing with air, swelling to a point almost painful. Thoughts quieted, the mental bits of papers and half formed thoughts returning to their even piles inside the floor of your mind.

Leo shooshed you again, and you realized there had been a hiccup in your breaths. He shifted, his arms unfurling, letting you roll closer, onto your side. He moved to rest the dip where his snout met his cheek against the upturned side of your face, rubbing back and forth in a soothing motion.

“Leo.” You breathed again, feeling the heavy weight of his arm across your waist, loosened fist in between your shoulder blades. You tucked your face against the arm in front of you, rubbed your face in time with his against the pebbled skin.

“I’m here. You’re here. Just breathe.” He repeated.

He let you wrap an arm around his neck, fingers curling over the rim of his carapace, holding him in your space. He let out a hum, the sound deepening, becoming that comforting thump thump thump in his chest, faster than any heartbeat.

You hand tightened in his own, your head turning to find his gaze.

He gave you a small quirk of lips, his snout touching your nose delicately. “Hey, you.”

You know he felt the small puff of laughter, close as he was. “Hey, you back.” You let go of his shell, wrapped your arm around the back of his head, pulled him closer, just to hear that noise in his chest thump louder.

Vibration

Donnie found you in the least likely of spaces, curled up under his desk, his computer chair pulled in tight as if to make a tiny box. He had to fold in on himself to duck down low enough to catch your gaze.

You looked at him easy enough, eyes hazy and out of focus, wincing slightly at his soft whisper:

“Hey,” he drew the word out gently, “what’s wrong?” 

You didn’t want to tell him your thoughts were running a mile a minute, and the only place dark enough to hide from them was under his desk. You didn’t want to confess that your skin felt three sizes too small, and every breath felt like whatever made you, you, would escape if you weren’t careful.

“Overthinking?” Donnie shuffled closer, hands raising, pausing before he touched you. His head tilted to the side, considering, hazel eyes moving over your shivering, overstimulated form. After a long moment, he dropped his hands away from your space, instead reaching up just enough to grab his keyboard. 

“Hold on, sweetheart. I got something that might help.”

At this point you were desperate enough to just nod, closing your eyes and easing your head in your hands. After a few minutes of his typing, the keys clicking loud in the space, he turned on low music.

And, blessedly, you could feel more than hear. The beat vibrated through the lab, the bass high enough that everything not nailed down shivered. You had enough mind to watch Donnie move to close the door, before he was back on the floor next to you, one large arm braced on the overhang of the desk as he swayed into the little dark spot you had created.

“How are you doing? Is this helping?” At your shaky nod, he nods back, hand rising to softly trail the back of his knuckles down the outside of your nearest arm. 

You let out a soft gasp at the feeling, the fire ants dancing across your skin retreating under the coolness of his skin. “Dee?” 

“I’m right here, sweetheart. Tell me what you need?” He rubbed his knuckles back up your arm, paying attention to the way your limb stopped shaking.

You turned to him, stared at the column of his throat, not yet able to meet his too knowing gaze. “More. Please.”

He ducked away for a minute, and you heard the music change, the sound and vibrations starting to oscillate from one side of the room to the other.

“Thank god for surround sound, hm?” Donnie smiled at you when he came back, knuckles returning to their slow sweep.

That got a faint, brittle laugh out of you, your grip shifting on the arms of his chair, opening and closing against the elbow pads.

Donnie moved further into your little alcove, his shell blocking most of the light. “Do you want to come with me, go lay down?” At the quick shake of your head, he tried a different angle. “Do you want to sit in the chair, instead? The ground can’t be very comfortable, and I don’t know when’s the last time I cleaned under there.”

That- that worked. You unfurled, back cramping from how long you’d been hunched over in the little space. You let Donnie pull you into his lap, into his chair, fitting your knees on either side of his thighs and burying yourself in his shoulder.

“There. Much better.” His words came out in a chirp, cool hands coming up to rub along the curve of your back, switching to running his knuckles along your muscles when you shivered at too much skin contact.

The music drowned out everything, and in the all encompassing shake, his touch became bearable, an outside stimulus to focus on. It allowed you to just, stop thinking, stop worrying, condensing all those all-consuming thoughts into a smaller and smaller pile until you could shove them back into the box they’d escaped from.

You sniffled against Donnie’s skin, felt his head dip to rub his cheek on the top of your head, ruffling your hair. Not talking, not yet, just letting the vibrations do their work. Waiting for you to interact back, waiting for the all clear.

If you opened your eyes, you know you would meet his concerned gaze. After this long, being the object of Donnie’s sole focus wasn’t nearly as intense as it was in the beginning. Now, you could see the emotion there, behind the thoughts always moving, always considering a problem, defining a solution.

You tightened your hold, pressed a kiss to say thank you where the bones of his collar connected to his throat, and heard his low hum in affirmation. One hand left your back, tunneled into your hair, fingers rubbing firmly up and down the sides of your skull. 

“There, little better?” He asked, tilting back in his chair, long legs crossing before resting on the desk. He let you loop your arms around his neck, the hard surface of his plastron buzzing with the music’s vibrations more than your skin was. The thick sound of his churr keeping time like a particularly deep drum under the wave of sound.

You pressed yourself tighter to him in answer. “Thanks, Donnie.” 

“Anytime,” He kissed your temple, pet back your hair. “Anytime you need it.” 

Focus

Raph found you stalking back and forth along the canal in the Lair. He heard the angry slap of your feet, the harsh breathes coming out too fast, too strong, and felt a tightness in his chest long before he caught a glimpse of your face.

You didn’t notice him at first, a feat in itself, eyes on your tightly laced sneakers as you wore a ditch into the concrete, blinking constantly to be able to make out the surface.

“Hey.” He tried, not reaching out, not stopping your path of movement. It took two more calls, his voice slipping deeper, until a particularly rumbled ‘baby’ caught your attention, and you stopped so fast your knees protested.

Raph tracked over you, wanting to reach out, wanting to hold you, knowing it was the last thing you would want at this moment.

You were teetering at the edge of an abyss. Work, Life, Pressure. It was a mantra inside your head, everything that was wrong, everything that was out of your control. You couldn’t meet his eyes, only stared at the blearily outline of green and red, feeling yourself start to hiccup the longer you stayed still, knowing you were well on the way to making yourself sick. 

Raph rumbled again, a thump thump thump you could barely hear, a sort of mantra of his own. I see you, I understand, I know. When you jerked your head away, far too gone for comfort, he tried a different approach, finally moving to block your path.

“Follow me.” He jerked his head over his shoulder, but you were already moving past him, knowing where he wanted you, what he was after. You moved so fast, your steps jerky, angry, that he ended up following you into his weight room, found you practically vibrating as you fought to stay in one piece.

“The bag.” He ordered, another jerk of his head, tone brooking no argument. He wasn’t even sure if you could string together two thoughts to make a syllable at this moment without puking, but he knew you needed something physical, before you made yourself sick.

So he stooped to brace the bag, turned it towards you, winced internally at the thought of not being able to wrap your hands. He made a quick gut decision, grabbing an old pair of gloves and tossing them towards you. They were old, and smelled to high heaven, but they hadn’t fit his hands since he’d hit puberty, and they’d save your knuckles. 

When you gripped them, angry, he let the crack in his voice deepen. “You’re gonna wear them, whether you want to or not. I’m not gonna let you bust your hands.”

You rolled your eyes, tears still tracking down your face, but the particular scowl scrunching his features kept you from arguing, and…. Your hands were already aching, where you’d griped the thin bones in your hands too tight.

So you donned the gloves, took a stance, and swung before Raph could get a word in edgewise. The bag vibrated, but the shock transferred back up your arm, drawing out a pained hiss in the process.

Raph chuckled darkly. “Yeah, I bet that didn’t feel too hot, did it, sweetheart? You gonna listen this time, or are you dead set on hurting yourself somehow?”

You still felt the ache in your muscles, focusing on the punishment. You gave another jab, expecting more, expecting to connect with the sand filled bag, but Raph moved faster than you could process, his large hand taking the hit, curling around your glove to keep it in place.

“Don’t be an idiot.” He growled. “Slow down, think it through. You’re not doing anyone any favors punishing yourself.”

You wanted to rip your hand away, wanted to resume, but he held on tight, brought your glove forward until to pressed against the surface of his plastron, pushed until there was no more room to move forward. 

“You do that again,” he threatened out in a rumble, “and I’ll see that you regret it.” 

You shivered, but he moved away, ducked around the bag again, held it steady. 

“Now.” He intoned, and you knew what he wanted, what he was ordering.

So you fixed your stance, danced side to side, imagined your opponent. Imagined a hook coming your way, slipped past with only a faint jitter of hesitation before delivering a hard liver shot, ducking to the other side before jabbing on the rebound, your weight dancing effortlessly side to side the longer you went.

Raph kept quiet, now that you were thinking, problem solving, working out the frustration properly. He kept his eyes trained on your own, watching you come back, watching the tears slow, stop, and a hard determination take its place.

When you finally moved away from the bag, from him, he followed like a shadow, crowding into your space, stopping a hands breath away.

“You feeling better?” He mimicked your nod, continuing, “good. You need to talk about it?”

When you shook your head, lifted your hand to wipe at your face, he stopped you, grip firm and careful as he kept the filthy glove from touching your skin. You stared down at the gloves, nose wrinkling, not missing the chuckle that escaped him.

“Yeah. Sorry bout that.” He peeled it off your hand, before switching to the other, holding both your wrists in his much larger grip, thumbs pushing into sore muscles. “But I can make it up to you, if you’d like?”

You tsked, finding your lip curling up as he let that hopeful thump thump thump once more, moving into your space until he could cage you in between his arms. 

“Sure, Red. Make it up to me.”

Redirect

Mikey found you curled up on your fire escape, staring moodily at the dirty brick. He landed rather loud, wanting to warn you, wanting to see that wide smile break across your face like it always did when you saw him.

Instead, you stayed focused on the wall, and he deflated a little, before frowning, wondering if you knew it was him, or if you were so out of it you honestly didn’t realize you weren’t alone.

“Babycakes! You ok?” He let his voice carry, his suspicions confirmed when you blinked at the sound of his voice, twisted around in confusion. 

“Oh! Hey Mikey.” But you didn’t smile at seeing him, only pulled your knees up to your chest, wrapped your arms around them, laid your head across the top.

He moved to your side, folded in on himself, shuffled forward until he could press his leg, his arm against your own. “Hey, what’s wrong? Are you ok?”

You hummed, nodded, not moving when he reached out, ran a hand through your hair. “M’ just tired.” You rubbed your head against your knees. “Can’t sleep.”

He tilted his head, considering you, the open window behind the two of you. “You wanna go lay down? I bet I could help you sleep.” He wiggled his eyebrows at you.

You shook your head again, and he removed his hand, leaning backwards and bracing himself on his palms, nudged you with his leg. “C’mon, baby, talk to me? Tell me what’s wrong? Please?”

“Oh, Mikey,” you smiled at his insistence. “I’m just a little caught up at the moment.” At his confused look, you tapped the side of your head. “Thoughts too loud to sleep, Angelo. Wouldn’t be fair for you to deal with that.”

He frowned, moved forward again, tapping a quick rhythm on his knees, watching as you focused on the movement. An idea sparked, and he quickly shuffled forward, mimicking your pose once more, eyes quickly moving around until he found what he was looking for.

“Look,” He pointed, reached out to tilt your head the correct direction when you hummed in confusion. You saw a tall man walking down the street, dressed to impress, fashion impeccable. You turned a confused look towards Michelangelo, wondering what in the world he was about pointing out a handsome man to you.

“Where do you think he’s going?” He asked, nudged your shoulder until you gave a sigh, answering just to get him to stop:

“I don’t know-” at his puppy dog eyes, you tried again, “maybe, maybe off to a fancy dinner? A promotion?” You lifted a hand to your head, rubbed at the ache.

“Hm.” Mikey hummed, considering. “I bet he’s leaving a date with his wife, on his way to lead a double life,” he dropped his voice to a whisper, aware you didn’t realize you were leaning into him to hear his words, “as a strongman in the  illegal underground circus.”

You stared at him for a beat, taking in his pleased grin, before the first bubble of laughter caught you by surprised, escaped before you could reel it in. “What?” You asked, hand coming up to muffle the sound. 

Mikey tugged your hand down, claiming it in his grip as he pointed out another character. “Look at her! See how she walks so fast?” He glanced over at you, saw your eyes tracking the figure. “Bet she’s late for a super villain meeting, and she’s completely forgotten it’s her turn to bring the snacks.”

“Super villain meeting?” You echoed, unfurling a little, letting him pull you closer. “Shouldn’t you tell Leo about that?”

“Eh,” Mikey shrugged, fingers dancing up and down your sides when you leaned into him. “I was going to, but they keep bribing me with pizza.”

“That would work.” You nodded along when he agreed with your assessment, then pointed. “What about him?”

Mikey followed your gaze. “Oh. Him?” He paused a moment, glancing between you and the person. “Hey, how come the people you pick are handsome?”

You sputtered, “What? He’s the first one I picked!”

“Nu uh,” Mikey shook his head, grateful you couldn’t see his face. “You picked the first one, and he was handsome, too.”

“Mikey, you picked the first one.” Your voice pitched up at the end, clearly hiding laughter, and you could feel him shake behind you.

“No I didn’t, I clearly remember you did.” He insisted, hands slipping around your waist when you turned in his grip, legs boxing in your elbows when you jabbed a retaliatory finger into his plastron.

Jab. “You.” Another jab. “Are an absolute.” Jab jab. “Menace, Mi-” 

He kissed you, a quick press of lips before he bubbled your cheek. “Oh yea? Got you smiling, babe.”

You slumped against him, and he braced a palm behind him to keep from toppling back, concerned for half a beat before he felt the shivers of your laugh against his chest. He let out a soft churr, and you nuzzled into the sound.

“God, what would I do without you, Mikey?” You asked, looped your arms around him as far as they would go.

“You aren’t ever gonna find out, baby.” He replied, gathering you closer, letting you slot yourself against him, content to stay outside in the cold for as long as you wanted.

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[baddiewiththebook]

ONE OF THEM [PART 1]

-> Dating your best friend Eddie Munson might have been pictured differently in your head. Despite a blissful weekend, you’re met with a few bumps in the road; and, your friends slowly figure out that what you're doing in private crosses the boundaries between friend and lover.

-> eddie munson x you (she/her)

-> friends to lovers, secret relationship, angst

-> warnings - strong language and suggestive scenes [no smut]

[Part 1] [Part 2]

This is a sequel to One of the Boys

-> <-

“Eddie,” you hiss.

The heat on your back is nothing compared to the heat in your chest. A sweet melody plays in your ear that contradicts the salty hot back you find your hands slipping over.

You draw your finger across his spine feeling him shiver at your touch. The world is a blur beyond the bodies.

Again, your lips touch his. Resistance isn’t an option. He’s waited too long to hold you. To bring you to new sensations. To experience a brand new world together, as though you’re new. That is you are. He’s never been this close. This intimate. Somehow he brings you closer. Entangled. Entranced.

Your mind burns with anticipation. Fingers sneak under your bra strap. Teasing his tongue against the newly exposed flesh, you whine and melt into his strong embrace.

He worships you.

“Just ignore them,” Eddie hums when your jerked from the moment by a car door slamming shut.

Your not too far away for Eddie to catch up when he lays you down onto your back on his bed, and slots himself in between your legs.

“Hey, Ed!” Wayne shouts (because honestly, he knows your here and he doesn’t want to catch either of you nude or worse).

Eddie drops his head to your chest, and groans the most irritable groan. Laughter bubbles in your chest. Rolling away from you, he sinks into his mattress.

You spring from Eddie’s bed, and start redecorating the junk on his floor.

“Where’s my shirt?” You keep your voice low.

Eddie points to the lamp. Your shirt hangs over the shade creating a nifty shadow onto his ceiling. Perfect mood lighting if you are so keen to say. If not for Eddie’s uncle, you only imagine what you could be doing right now.

Slipping the shirt over your head with a tight tug, you then situate yourself in the floor of his room. Trying to be as inconspicuous as possible, despite the purpling marks trickling across your neck.

The door punches open. You sit over your textbook writing down math equations, and Wayne tsks.

“Isn’t it a bit late?” Wayne adds a closed fist to his hip.

You check your watch that reads only eight . “I should get going.”

Eddie protests. “Wayne!”

“It’s a school night, Munson,” he says. “Come on, little Miss. I’ll take you home.”

Rules have changed in the Munson residence since last Friday. You couldn’t keep your hands off of each other. Wayne still likes you plenty, but he’s keeping close tabs on how much time you spend together. As much as he trusts you both, he does know what is to come in a brand new relationship and he wants both of you to be smart. He can’t outright say anything because he wants you both to figure out the bumps together. It’s not really his place to come between you two.

You hesitate to say ‘goodbye,’ and Wayne gets the hint to turn his back while you kiss his nephew. It’s not like he hasn’t caught Eddie with girls before, but this girl in particular is much different.

Eddie gets up in the morning, before his alarm. There has been more than a handful of times that Wayne sees Eddie whistling over a pot of coffee in the rising sun. He worries that his nephew may be falling for this girl fast. God forbid, she break his heart.

“I’ll see you at school,” you peck his lips.

Eddie chases your kisses when you try to pull away. You giggle when he holds your neck to drag on the smooches. Eventually carrying them on around your chin, your nose and your cheeks.

“Alright,” he unlocks his fingers. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Wayne waits for you in the hallway.

“You know that even if I turn my back, I still know what you’re doing,” he points out.

You shake your head. “We don’t need to talk about it.”

Wayne is tickled by your shyness, and he laughs heartily. You’ve only been with Eddie for the weekend, and who knows what that means for your relationship. He hasn’t called you his girlfriend. By no means, did you imagine he would. This weekend has been the most magical fantasy, and you don’t want to land on the ground just yet.

You hadn’t asked Eddie what your dynamic would be. If he wants to tell anyone. It’s probably too soon anyway. For now, you’re in this eternally blissful bubble and what awaits tomorrow is the future’s problem.

Eddie’s tapping his foot to the beat of the next song that plays. He’s not a fan of pop music, but for you he’d listen to anything. One of his arms is slung across his face to shield the bright lights of his bedroom. He drifts. Pretending that you’re still here because he can’t imagine that his blankets would keep him warm tonight.

Tonight, Eddie believes, could have been the night. You’ve only toured so far in the bounds of your new relationship. When you do make out, Eddie likes to test the possibilities. He likes the way you fall into him when he takes hold of the perfect bite of flesh on your body.

Eddie rips his pillow from under his head to drop over the crotch of his pants. His uncle was coming back to his room by the sound of his footsteps.

“You know she’s not supposed to be here when I’m not here,” Wayne warns.

Eddie sits up. “Do you have a problem with her? Weren’t you the one that told me to go for it?”

“I am,” he rubs his temples. “But, I’m your uncle first. You better respect that girl.”

Eddie huffs. “I am. We went out on Saturday, and I’m taking her out again next weekend to the diner.”

Wayne grunts, then reaches into the back pocket of his jeans. He shoves the tabacco back in place, and takes his wallet out instead. Fishing for a bit, he tosses out thirty bucks to his nephew.

“Take her to a nicer place than that,” he suggests.

Eddie counts the money out, and tries to hand the cash back to his uncle. They need to pay bills first - Eddie can figure out where to take his girl. His girl. ‘Suppose you’ve always been his in a way.

You’ve been on dates that never last because the men you see are turds. Big ol’ brown turds that take you thirty minutes to pop out and they’re tiny, so why the hell did they hurt so bad?

Eddie’s off track.

See, they want to save you from this place. They drive through the trailer park and see the people who live here. Everyone here has a story, but his first instinct is they’re raggedy. A little bit of dirt scares these dudes away. Or, maybe Eddie steps onto his porch and stares at you a little too long, and they get the hint.

You’ve scolded him in the past for scaring off your boyfriends. Eddie couldn’t help the jealousy that casted over him.

It’s a different feeling being in the hot seat now. Like he’s on The Dating Game and you’re talking to contestant number three a little too long, and Eddie’s contestant one.

Wayne doesn’t take the cash back because as much as he cares about Eddie, he also deeply cares for you. You’re the first girl that treats Eddie like a person, and not like you want something from him. He doesn’t always know what Eddie’s up too, but something is bringing people around him that’s not always so positive. And, at least he got rid of the other girl. She has Wayne running around his own home with his tail between his legs.

“Can you close the door at least?” Eddie calls to his uncle, before Wayne can begin his decent down the hall.

Wayne puts his weight on the knob. “At least let me turn on the television first.”

Eddie stiffens.

His uncle howls with laughter, and he carries that with him down the hall. Eddie can hear him behind the shut door.

When he tosses the pillow, his problem has already gone. Physically.

A soft drumming at his bedroom window distracts him from the emotional stuff. He scoots off of his bed, and nearly topples over a pile of laundry you must have pushed out of the way without him noticing. Another task on his to-do list that he’s struggling to complete.

An angel awaits in the moonlight visiting from the heavens above. Your cute little smile weakens him at the knees when he draws the curtains back.

“I couldn’t leave you just yet,” you fight against the chill of the night, but by the simple shirt on your back and the way you tremble, the weather must be winning.

Eddie can’t believe his luck, even now you’re standing here like a dream. “I’ll meet you by the van. It’s open.”

You agree to this, and skirt off to his parked vehicle while dodging the lit areas coming from the living room windows. Surely, Wayne is still awake by the endless noise coming out of the television at such an ear aching volume.

Just inside the trailer, Eddie hides a joint in his wallet. He puts the wallet into his pocket. Biting his cheek, he snatched the condom from his nightstand too. Finding a blanket or two, Eddie wonders how he could sneak around Wayne like this.

He makes the decision to toss the blankets out of the window, before shutting it for good. He locks up, and pulls his curtains to a close.

Eddie has tried too many times to sneak out his bedroom window. None of the attempts have been successful. Wayne would meet him outside before Eddie’s feet even hit the ground.

Lying to Wayne isn’t easy. He’s old. He’s lived a lot of years. And, he knows every excuse in the book.

Yet, Eddie is ready to try again just for your sake.

Before Eddie goes to the living room, however, he does check himself out in the mirror. Brushing his teeth is a bit excessive because he’s already covered that before you came over this evening. He just didn’t want to take any chances.

Eddie dusts himself off. Wearing sweatpants and an old shirt isn’t going to impress you any, but you didn’t seem to mind a few moments ago. Oh, but should he change? Is he wearing underwear with a hole in them? Or . . . clean underwear?

Eddie pulls the waist band out of his pants, then his underwear. Everything is clean and in order- or should he shave? Did you like someone more clean cut because he’s rough. Snapping back the band a little too hard, Eddie groans.

Little does he know, but you’ve got your head stuck in a the side mirror sucking on your own teeth to make sure no foods are stuck in your gums. You sit down in his passenger seat jerking your knee up and down. While you wait, you sniff each side of your under arms and then lean down a bit to sniff below the belt. Nothing. That’s good. That’s great.

You find your tiny bottle of perfume you kept in the tiny pocket in the front of your bag. Spraying on your chest, you then rub what you can into your skin. Putting the bottle back, you rest in your seat.

Eddie sneaks out of the house like a deer that just figured out how to walk. You cover your mouth trying not to laugh at him when he dives for a set of blankets he’s dropped out his window.

He brightens when he sees your face again.

You wonder. “What did you say to Wayne?”

“Nothing, He’s asleep.”

You snicker.

Eddie doesn’t let his car run for long in fear that the distant rumble might shake Wayne. Getting caught before because his van sputters and pops, he is quick to pull back out his parking spot and then to peel out of the trailer park.

You leave him to drive. Wind catching his hair, you chew on your lip knowing that the whole weekend has been perfect.

On Saturday, Eddie took you to the local diner. It’s nothing fancy. Beer battered fries and all. But, you’re just happy to be near him. It’s almost like you’re on a diet, and suddenly you’re giving in to your indulgences. You purr with excitement.

Today is Sunday, and coming up in the next few hours is Monday. You’ll be going back to school, and you try to press the worries down back where they came from. But, you’ve spent most of your time with your lips on his. You haven’t had much time to talk about what would happen when you got to school.

There is still one massive pointy spear in your shoe, and that’s Roxie. She’s going to be at school waiting for you with fists of fury. You’re sure.

If she sees you and Eddie, then she might assume that what she’s suspecting is right. Eddie’s a cheater, and you’re the dirty rotten scum that he’s cheating with. She’ll pummel you.

Eddie takes a wide turn, and glances off to his right. Your eyes glaze over in a wide trance. Your movements are slow. What are you thinking about?

“You doing okay over there?” Eddie asks you.

You blink a couple of times. “Yeah.”

Eddie frowns because now you’re lying. That’s never a great start to your … well, Eddie would like to call what you have a relationship. He’s never asked you though.

You’re not driven much farther because Eddie parks off the side of the road near a forested area. Trees hover and dance in the wind of the night. The air faint of pine. You’re mostly inhaling the remains of that ever lasting smoke smell inside of his van.

“Hey,” Eddie unhooks his belt, so he can take your hand and get your full attention. “You can talk to me.”

You squeeze his palm. “I don’t know. Is this all too soon?”

“What?”

“I mean, Roxie-,”

“Roxie and I were a fling that’s all,” he kisses your knuckles.

You shake your head. “You can’t say that anymore, Eddie. She clearly doesn’t think so.”

“I think the message was clear when she threw a shoe at my head,” Eddie rubs a painful memory. “I think the bump is still there. She throws really hard.”

You snort. “Eddie, seriously, the wound is still fresh. She needs time to heal. And, she’s only going to assume that she was right if she sees us together.”

He breathes, “us? Together?”

“Yeah,” your cheeks heat. “I mean if that’s what you want.”

“Yeah, yeah,” he plays off. “Sure.”

“Sure?”

“Sure,” he laughs along with you. “If you’ll have me.”

“If I said no would you chop me up and throw me in these woods somewhere,” you take a look around you at the dense forest.

Eddie guides you back to him with a gentle grip on your chin.

“And people think I’m sick and twisted,” he kisses you softly. “Where on earth would you get that idea from? No more scary movies for you.”

“Yes, dad,” you joke.

Eddie adjusts, “okay, I’m going need you to get into the back of the van.”

“Gross,” you shake your head. “Seriously, we should lay off the touching or the kissing at school- just for a little while.

Though not ideal, Eddie does understand. He figures he’ll have to speak to Roxie at some point to clear the air. She may be a bit hot headed, but she’s understandable to a point. Right?

“Fine, but you owe me,” he agrees.

You lean in just close enough to tip the scale, and plant a kiss to his lips. Instead you suggest,

“Should we go to the back?”

He melts, “Y-yeah.”

-> <-

tags: @stardustingold @loves0phelia @ogoc-19 @hellfirenacht @blackholegladiator @alligator-person @eggo-segual @rustboxstarr

#stranger things #stranger things fic #stranger things fanfic #eddie munson #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson x you #eddie munson angst #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson imagine

[laiiaaa]

i hate children but would have one with carmy…

would love a dad!carmy blurb

lolllll i’m the exact same. i don’t want kids, don’t think i ever will…but for carmy…? i’d be a changed woman

You know you’re the last one to wake up when you hear all three voices in the kitchen: Carmen, and your two little girls, now five and eight years old.

“Hey, Jack, uh-uh, get your hand outta there.”

“But you let Rory do it—”

“‘Cause I’m older, idiot—”

“Hey, don’t talk to your sister like that. Go sit down.”

“But Dad—”

“I said sit down, Lorraine. C’mon.”

You hear your girl huff as a chair slides along the floor, and pitiful little cries from the other. When you round the corner you find Carmen standing in front of the stove, wearing a white tank like he usually does in the mornings, paired with sweats that hang low on his hips—even lower now with Jacqueline’s grabby hands trying to get his attention. You’re still groggy with remnants of sleep and rub at your eyes, but you can’t help the smile that comes through when Carmen finally sets his sight on you.

“Hey,” he coos at Jack, picking her up so she’s propped on his hip, “Look who’s here, hm? Say hi to Mama?” With his free hand, he curves his arm around your waist and nudges you close, and he beams when you cup your hand to his jaw and give him a gentle kiss, no later giving Jack a smooch to her fleshy cheek.

“Good morning, Bear.”

He relishes in your soft hands against his skin when he kisses you again, smiling against your lips and a hand teasing at the curve of your ass with a light squeeze. “Mornin’, baby.”

“Good morning, Mama,” your girl babbles, chubby little hands reaching for your face, and you scrunch your nose with an affectionate heart as you hold her tiny digits and kiss her tinier nose.

Not forgetting Rory at the table, you eye the scene of the crime: a bowl full of batter by the stove, a pan over flame, a stack of pancakes only two high, spatula barely-used, and chocolate chips piled close by. A typical Saturday morning.

“C’mere, Lo,” you start, opening an arm to bring her into the loop.

She pouts. “Dad told me to sit.”

You sigh and look back at Carmen, that Are we really doing this right now? look, and without much thinking he concedes, like he always seems to when it comes to you: “Come give your mom a hug.”

And just like that, everyone’s all better.

In that little gap that’s all girly little giggles and tiny feet padding against the floor, all Rory hopping into your arms and you pressing kisses to her face, Carmen silently ushers you forward, casually, away from the stove, and he’s even quicker to shut off the flame in this breadth of a meantime.

His hand stays stationed at your back, making soothing circles against the fabric of your tee, convincing you to leave kisses on his bare shoulder while he uses the opportunity to land one on your forehead.

Right now, just like this, the pancakes can wait, just like the rest of the world. All he needs are his girls.

#carmen berzatto #carmy berzatto #jeremy allen white #papa bear #carmen berzatto x reader #carmy berzatto x reader #carmen berzatto fluff #carmy berzatto fluff #the bear #the bear fx #the bear hulu

[riseofamoonycake]

NSFW alphabet for Susano'o? I fell in love with his design

Credits to @praisethesuuun, she is the one who has to be thanked for all the work!!!

NSFW ALPHABET - SUSANOO

A: aftercare

I see Susanoo a lot as someone who tries to play a bit of the dark and satisfied man when he's done. I can already imagine the scene: your head resting on his chest, while his arm wraps around your shoulders gently, the smell of cigarette smoke filling the air while your fingers enjoy tracing the God's muscles…

Susanoo is gentle, he can and will treat you like his treasure. His arms will never leave your frame and you'll always feel, at least, the touch of his hands on you.

"You comfortable like this? Tell me if I can do something for you, my precious…"

B: body part

Susanoo loves his arm muscles since they're perfect for you to snuggle up against. With them he can do anything: hug your waist while you walk, hold you tight while you make love… one hell of a God. While I have the impression that your favorite part of your body is your cheeks. Susanoo likes to bite them and leave a nice mark right there on your face, so you can't even cover it; you will have to walk down the street with his brand in plain sight and woe betide you if you try to cover it with makeup. Plus, the God likes to caress your cheeks with his thumb while you cry tears of pleasure~♡

C: cum

On your tummy. Absolutely there. Don't get me wrong, cumming inside is a total blast, but seeing you covered in semen is just too much for him. Susanoo bites his lip every time he covers you with cum, especially if you make him come while you rub his cock between your thighs. Absolute Heaven!

D: dirty secret Okay, he kind of has a thing for humping, especially when you're both in the middle of a make out session. He rubs against your intimacy, enjoying the pressure your hips apply on him, while your kisses become sloppier and needier. "Yes baby, this is the effect you have on me. Feel it… yes, just feel it…"

The bulge in his pants becomes bigger and bigger at every movement of your hips rubbing against each other.

E: experience

Susanoo looks like a fine guy in relationships, I don't think he's ever had one since he's waiting for the right one.

F: favourite position

Any position with great physical contact, which allows Susanoo to hold you tight while he loves you. An example is spooning, where he holds you close to him while he kisses your neck and shoulders, whispering sweet nothings to you and praises. The God adores it especially when you just wake up, where the atmosphere is calm and your bodies are warm under the covers.

G: goofy

Susanoo might be the type to crack a few jokes here and there, but don't get too used to it, it won't happen too often.

H: hair

The carpet is way darker than the curtains and Susanoo doesn't really think about being groomed, you'll have to remind him to shave and clean properly. It's not that the God doesn't care about hygiene, it's that he just doesn't think about it sometimes.

I: intimacy

Oh, Susanoo really knows how to be a gentleman. He will wait for your time and respect your choices, making you feel his closeness while you make love.

J: jack off <…self-explanatory part 2>

If he doesn't see you too often, Susanoo may give in to temptation, but he still tries not to do so out of a certain matter of honor. But… if you're not there… and he misses you so much…

K: kinks

I'm sure that Susanoo would be into hair pulling. He lives for feeling your hands in his locks while he eats you out. The god must feel your desperation from the grip of your hand, moaning louder each time, as his deep eyes fixate on yours. Susanoo likes it when you pull his ponytail to guide the movements of his mouth while his tongue licks your desperate cunt, his lips smooching your clit. Plus, he knows that his lover wants to hear his voice, so expect this god to take you in missionary only to grunt and whisper in your ear, teasing you to death.

L: location

The beach is a place where Susanoo feels the most comfortable. He finds the atmosphere romantic and serene, even if it is not always the best choice…

"Damn it, the sand really gets everywhere!"

M: motivation

When his darling acts a bit bratty, Susanoo just can't help himself: the god can't wait to play with you and rule the game, making cute faces every time you make him wait. But Susanoo can't wait forever, sooner or later he will jump on you like a big cat ready to make you his kitten~

N: no

I doubt that the god would be into pegging, finding the most stupid motives to humor you.

"No love, my… err… ass hurts from… last time? Yeah, last time! What, you can't remember? Well, I assure you it happened, your memory must be playing jokes on you-"

O: oral

Totally giving. Susanoo could eat out his darling for hours, never stopping. He would alternate his lips with firm licks, while his fingers squeeze your thighs, leaving imprints of his fingertips. And if that's still not enough, Susanoo will bring you pleasure by fucking you with his long tongue, massaging your warm walls from the inside.

P: pace

Susanoo is the type to balance the two: he would go very slow at first, with controlled and gentle thrusts to tease you, and then start going faster, more and more, until he drives you completely crazy.

Q: quickie

I'm not going to lie, a quickie could be in order every now and then. Especially when he comes home from a busy day of storms and tides, he may miss you so much that he doesn't even care to last that long. Susanoo just wants to be squeezed by your hot pussy and release all the stress inside you, without restraint, as if his brain had simply detached itself.

R: risk <…DUH>

This god doesn't say no to a challenge, but still takes all precautions beforehand, making sure both of you are comfortable. "Alright baby, now let's repeat the safe word again. You know, just in case…"

S: stamina

Susanoo is also his age, but don't tell him, otherwise he will be offended. It could go on for hours, following its own pace and lasting as long as possible; but when he gets tired, then he will give you the green light, letting you ride him until you drop.

T: toys

Nah, he doesn't need them, he probably doesn't even know what they are. The god never cared and always thought that, with him between your legs, there would be no need to use toys. He doesn't think this out of fear of being surpassed by them, it's just that he doesn't fully know them yet.

U: unfair

Not so much. Susanoo would only tease you at the beginning of intercourse, going slow and letting you feel his entire length. He will let you cockworming, watching you struggle and trying to move your hips desperately, seeking any kind of pleasure.

V: volume

Growls and moans escape his lips without restraint, if he wants to be loud, Susanoo will. In his opinion, holding back is wrong: he wants to give his best when he's with you and doesn't want to hold back at all.

W: wild card

One thing he can't resist is running his hand through your hair when you're done making love. The god takes a lock of your hair and runs it through his fingers, admiring it, as if it were a treasure to be protected, before kissing your forhead tenderly. His arms are a safe place for you and Susanoo will always protect you…

X: x-ray

This god of the sea and the storm is quite large and perfectly proportioned, even if his cock is longer than it is wide. The tip is #e8bab5. He has a big vein that starts from the middle and goes to the side.

Y: yearning

He's a pretty chill guy, his libido isn't really high. Susanoo is the type who prefers quality time to sex, for him every session is meaningful in a certain sense. But, if you're the one in the mood, your god will always be there for you and give you his body.

Z: zzz

He only falls asleep after he's sure that you're okay and safe. Susanoo hugs you tightly and nuzzles his face in your neck…EVERY. SINGLE. TIME. What a precious daddy he is <3

#record of ragnarok #shuumatsu no valkyrie #ror #snv #snv susanoo #record of ragnarok susanoo #ror susanoo #susanoo

[ddejavvu]

ANOTHER JAMES POTTER THOUGHT LMAOOO. k. so. hear me out. fake dating!James potter. sirius brings it up, the idea of you and James fake dating, cus youre all nervous about going to a family event cus it'll just be more comments about your lack of love life constantly. so sirius mentions that maybe you should just bring someone and say that theyre ur bf; it'd be easier AND you wouldnt be alone, muddling your way through awkward social conversations and such. remus, surprisingly, agrees with sirius when you laugh at the idea. ever the empath, he softly explains how it could be a great idea for you, and it'd solve a few issues at the same time. James doesnt really say anything till sirius suggests you bring him as your fake boyfriend, and James is immediately lighting up like "im your boyfriend??? yeah??" and he just.. cannot be told, no matter how many times you stress that he'd be a fake boyfriend, he just repeats that hes your boyfriiiieeeennnddd though. plain and simple.

he definitely takes his role seriously. makes excuses like, "we have to practice kissing, id kiss you ALOT as your boyfriend, yknow. and I dont want you to freeze up if I kiss you for the first time and you dont know how to react. we MUST practice." also holdsur hand all the time now and hes shameless about it - "but lovely, im ur boyfriend im meant to hold ur hand, cmonnn". even gets jealous like a real boyfriend would now (not that he didn't before, but now he lets it show).

at the event, also has a habit of stealing you away and keeping up the boyfriend role, im saying he lays it on THICK, doesnt matter if no one else can see it or is paying attention. im talking touchy, he probably nuzzles his face down into yours alot,constant love sick expression on his face. its gets so bad that even ur brother is like "wow, didn't realise youd get an actual boyfriend. like, what blackmail do u have on him?? did you finally submit to the devil and curse him or smthn cus Jesus fucking christ sis look at him, hes mooning over you from across the room. seems like an alright bloke though. maybe."

can imagine that hes touchy and sweet and etcetcetc but also. after ur little event is done, he stops joking and pretending, bends down to you and "so can I be your boyfriend now. pleeeaase?? ur auntie even said that I must be a lovely young man.. you think im a lovely young man too, right? so I can be ur boyfriend?? ]: please?"

FAKE DATING JAMES IS ONE OF MY FAVORITE TROPES WITH HIM!!!!!!!!! BECAUSE BECAUSE BECAUSE he'd want to 'sell it' just like you mentioned, and he'd plan these insane grandiose gestures that have you melting for real and then you sneak off to a private area and he's giggling like they totally bought it!! and ur weak in the knees like yEah they did!!

you stress so many times to him that he's your fake boyfriend. fake. FAKE. but he absolutely refuses to say that, he calls it method acting. he's gotta get in character, he can't tell himself it's fake all the time or it'll seem fake!

no bc even before you get to your parents house he's like okay so let's practice our kisses. we're gonna need casual cheek kisses, the 'i-don't-want-to-make-a-scene kiss', the 'we-think-we're-alone' kiss, the forehead kiss, the hand kiss, the air kiss- and he's rambling on about all the ways he's gonna smooch you up and your cheeks are on fire.

the days leading up to the event he does practice! whenever you walk out of a room he grabs your hand and tugs you down to kiss your cheek, he makes you kiss him goodnight every night before bed, he even insists that you give it all you've got when no one else is around so that you get comfortable being passionate with him.

he greets your mom like the perfect gentleman, bringing her a bouquet and offering to help with dinner. but when she politely declines the help he sits on the floor at your feet while you're on the couch, spreads ur knees so that he can sit between your calves, and hangs out with the kiddos on the floor. he's their big jungle gym, constantly has children crawling all over him, and they definitely ask him scandalized questions like 'you KISS her?!?!?!' and then he gets this big shit-eating grin on his face and leans up to lay a big fat wet juicy smooch on your lips and they all chorus 'ewww!' and run off to giggle about it somewhere else. it leaves james with no more playmates, so he hoists himself up onto the couch and wraps an arm around you, proceeding to be sickeningly sweet and domestic and cute. definitely a nuzzler, ur so right <33333

YES THE TEASING FROM EVERYONE ELSE SKGNG ur grandma is like 'i'm glad you found a good man before i die' and ur auntie is like 'does he have an older brother??' everyone is enamored by this loverboy you've brought home, and he plays the part so well that no one ever realizes it was fake.

which is good, because it isn't for long. he definitely begs for you to give him a chance at being your real boyfriend, but you don't bother even giving him the chance, you just tell him you already know he'll be a fantastic real boyfriend because he went so above and beyond when it was only supposed to be fake :') ur so far gone for him and it's the best night of his life, i guarantee it :')

#THIS MADE ME SOB I LOVE JAMES MORE THAN ANYTHING #james potter #james potter x reader #james potter headcanons #james potter fanfiction #james potter oneshot #james potter hcs #james potter fluff #james potter blurb #james potter drabble #james potter dialogue #james potter fanfic #james potter x reader fanfiction

[popquizhot-shot]

i was inspired by @allysunny 's fic where miguel watches snow white and i loved it so much its literally so wholesome. GO READ IT.

and after that i watched a lotr fanart reel with the evenstar theme and i began to wonder how mig would like Lord of the Rings. cuz he has to if the relationship is going to work im sorry-

So here's the product of my labour lmfao im doing the first movie only because this would be way too long if it was all three

MIGUEL WATCHES LOTR(extended edition ofc)

-I feel like he'd come across you either looking at fanart or edits of the characters and be intrigued.

-"what's that, tesoro?" nosy mf he'd smush onto your shoulder from behind, your hair ticking his nose lightly.

"it's lord of the rings, babe. how have you-"

and you realise mans is from 2099 how tf is he going to know what lord of the rings is.

and thats how you end up sitting in front of the tv at 8am in the morning with tea and breakfast and the shire theme playing from the tv.

-"They're dwarves?" Miguel asks when he sees Frodo next to Gandalf

"No, they're Hobbits."

"But Hobbits are basically dwarves?"

"Nope, different race, honey." you kiss his cheek as his eyes squint in confusion.

=Merry and Pip remind him of ahem certain spider people

-He gasps when Bilbo disappears and is like wtf when he sees him reappear and have a meltdown over the ring.

-He gasps AGAIN when you tell him that gandalf actually left frodo in the shire for 17 years and not like a few hours or days

-gets annoyed at merry and pippin AGAIN

-fucking loves samwise but thinks he needs a bit more spine(give him a chance wait till the end of the series)

-he will raise an eyebrow at you trying to stop your squeal when looking at the first glimpse of this strider and his pipe.

-i feel like the nazgul would freak him out(just a little but its the horses)

-THE HORSES i feel like he wont give af honestly about them because he can co exist with widow on the team but since he has the phobia he wouldnt fawn over them(not me pssh i love the pretty horsies)

-absolutely thinks frodo is going to die when hes stabbed by the nazgul

-his eyes widen when arwen our queen rides in and you squeal again

-he admires arwen and her abilities, that scene with the river and the nazgul makes his jawdrop.

-"tesoro i like this movie." "slut" "im YOUR slut" *mwah*

-he loves the rivendell and the set design is honestly breathtaking he gets so into it

-arwen and aragorn are adorable and he holds you tighter when the flashback scene between them is shown

-you clap when you see legolas ride in and he sideeyes you yet AGAIN

-sees the appeal tbh

-he loves that you're so passionate about something and want to share it with him and he sees it as an honour that you're willing to do this, spend an entire day watching a movie series with him its baffling to him

-you on the other hand get worried that he finds it boring but then when he gets into it youre ecstatic that he likes it too and you both can enjoy something thats so close to your heart.

-it can be hard to relate to someone who's so different from you, like mans is spiderman, a geneticist, leads an elite strike dedicated to the multiverse-

-but you both gel in a lot of ways (which is why dude loves you and would die for you and kill for you either way what bliss)despite leading such different lives and now there's one more thing you can bond over and it fills you with happiness and you have to snuggle into him and he holds you tighter in response, smooching the top of your head

-absolutely despises boromir at first(it changes)

-thinks elrond is bossy asf(look whos talking babe)

-he gets worked up when boromir starts coveting the ring and is like he should die

-sniffs when the man actually dies in such a heroic way

-i think he has to cover his mouth when aragorn finds boromir and kisses his forehead because its such an emotional scene and this man has gone through such loss and probably similar things in his own battlefield except he wishes he could have given his teammates better goodbyes.

-when the movie ends yk the way it does he immediately puts on the next one.

-"babe wait i have to pee!" "pee fast then and come back!" *pats your ass as you walk past him and you try to swat him because that doesnt help after holding in your pee for like 3 damn hours

-he really likes it and he loved experiencing it with you, listening to your commentary sometimes, rolling his eyes lovingly when you grin at aragorn or legolas or sam or arwen, but he loved it even more because it was a piece of you that was bared to him and he accepted it and loved it too because it was YOU

-and because its a legendary piece of art.

#miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o’hara x reader #atsv #spiderman 2099 #miguel o'hara fluff #echo actually writes

[rrr-is-gay]

RRR ON-SCREEN KISS OPPORTUNITIES, rated for her pleasure

1. Immediately following the fisher boy rescue. They go onto the dock and kinda embrace one another but fail to kiss. Not okay. 3/10

2. The thigh touch scene. Come onnnnn, I know they’re talking about Sita, but they coulda squeezed a lil kissy kiss in there, if they had any courage at all. 8/10

3. RAMBHEEM SQUAT WORKOUT. Not exactly the ideal shot for an onscreen kiss; we’d need to get a little creative with the camera work to keep it cohesive. But it would be the literal hottest thing EVER, so I hate that it isn’t real. 8/10

4. MAKEOVER SCENE!!!!!!!!!!!! This one demands a kiss, multiple times! The beard trim? Pop a lil kiss on his nose, Ram! The hair treatment? Kiss his forehead! Changing his shirt? Bheem, give’m a nice lil smooch! It’s practically canon, the camera just cuts too quickly for us to see it. 10/10, peak kiss opportunity.

5. Pre-Naatu. How fucking SWAG would it be for them to just pop the fastest lil kiss on each other’s lips RIGHT at the moment they dunk on Jake for not knowing Naatu? This precise moment, when Bheem twirls around and Ram puts his arm on his shoulder? KISS!! 6/10

6. Post-Naatu piggyback ride. Would have loved to see Bheem kiss Ram’s cheek here. Totally ungrateful that he doesn’t. Wtf Bheem. 9/10

7. Sopping fucking wet. Bheem could totally pop a quick kiss onto Ram's lips before administering the antidote here. He's all up in Ram's face anyway, tending to him, caring for him, healing him. A nice kiss would help!!!!!!! 7/10

8. MARRIAGE CEREMONY. Bheem. BHEEM. You adorn your lover with the holy thread of your tribe, but don’t seal the deal with a kiss?? Maybe he thinks it’s dubcon cuz Ram is basically unconscious. Would’ve loved a kiss here, but I respect the consent king. 4/10

9. REVEAL YOURSELF TO ME IN BED. Bheem could have AT LEAST kissed Ram’s hands here, I mean wtf!!!!!! You think you might die tonight, and you could be saying goodbye forever, and you DON’T kiss????? 10/10, scene incomplete without a tender smooch.

10. Devastating fight. Bheem could’ve gone out on a limb here and really brought Ram back to reality if he’d gone in for a kiss. A bold move, yes, but not out of character for Bheem. 3/10

11. Pain, pain paaaaiiinnnn. Ram is more devastated in this moment than he’s ever been in his entire life. He would absolutely kiss Bheem’s head while holding his limp body in his arms. Only gets a pass cuz Ram is still undercover and a kiss would’ve given him away. 2/10

12. Hand nuzzle. CANON, I TELL YOU!!!! It’s CANON that Bheem kisses Ram’s hand here! It was only cut from the film because of homophobia! 11/10

13. Burn this lanka down. Okay. It’s one swift move to pull Ram out from the cell and onto Bheem’s shoulders. So a kiss on the lips couldn’t work. But Ram could, and should, totally kiss Bheem’s head right here. And Bheem should kiss Ram’s wrist! The fight can wait one millisecond!!! JUST KISS ALREADY! 8/10

14. Bridal carry. A nice swift peck from Ram to Bheem would really boost both of their morale right here. And it's such a brief shot, I'm sure the kiss happened, we just didn't get to see it. Once again, homophobia. 9/10

15. CANON CANON CANON CANON. I don’t wanna hear ANY debate or disagreement on this one, you little freaks! They DO kiss here! I can see the intention in Bheem’s eyes! That slow lean inward!!!! He’s about to kiss this man smack on the lips!!!! And Ram is so tired, but he’s BLISSFULLY here for it! He’s flat on his back, ready for Bheem’s plush lips to smother his right NOW! HEAL THIS MAN WITH YOUR SWEET KISS, BHEEM!!!! 10000000000/10

16. Phallic rifle. Would love a nice little makeout sesh right here in front of Governor Scott. How fucking badass would that be? Not a little peck either, I want them to get really filthy for a minute, because they’ve earned it! Grip that rifle and stick your tongues in each other’s mouths! Come on, the movie’s almost over! What have you got to lose?! 9/10

17. “What can I offer you in return?” “KISS ME!” This really is the last chance for these two men to show us how they really feel. I get that it’s kinda awkward in front of their friends and family, but it’s all worth it just to make Jenny uncomfortable. (Why is she there?????) Oh wait, Sita’s there too. Meh. I still want them to smooch. 7/10

18. Etthara Jenda! Dance, smile, skip, cheer, KISS! This song is all about victory and pride. Wouldn’t an onscreen kiss just be the cherry on top?! I think so. 9/10

#rrr #rambheem #ram/bheem #analysis #meta

[emissaire]

↻ mischief-filled love - luca kaneshiro

╰► warnings/includes: fluff, established relationship, silly nicknames, vtuber! reader, gn! reader

╰► note: crazy how i'm only writing now for my oshi lol.

Luca, despite being the big bad mafia boss that he is (or so he claims), is quite a playful man. It's evident with the way he treats his friends, his fans, and even you— his lover. It's in his nature to be mischievous and although you always find yourself to be on the receiving end of his whims, you find that it's quite endearing.

His and your fans are not strangers to his antics when it comes to you. From the first prank he did towards you to the time he asked you out by building a flower-shaped tower for you in Minecraft, they're all witnesses. Though there are times they can't help but be curious of what happens behind the scenes.

Boundaries aside, you and Luca are pretty much vocal to things in your relationship that you think is fine sharing with your viewers. That's why when one particular question catches your eyes, you giggle as you read it outloud.

"Does Luca ever call you weird nicknames?" You're currently doing a zatsudan stream, chilling with your viewers and all that while Luca sleeps in your shared bedroom after going live up until 3 AM.

You hum in thought, fondly remembering the weird nicknames your boyfriend has given you but you balk when you come up with nothing. "No? Yeah no, the silliest one he's given me is booba biter because I like biting his chest," you laugh as you look at chat with a bright grin, "Most of the time, they're all cute. I'm the one who gives him weird nicknames."

You see the onslaught comments rolling up your chat so fast you can barely read them. You settle on the recent question after your chat has reasonably calmed down. "What nicknames do you give him?"

You're about to open your mouth to answer the question when someone opens the door to your live streaming room. You see Luca waltzing in, rubbing his eyes to adjust to the lights coming from your computer. He freezes on the spot when he realizes that you're in the middle of streaming, mouthing 'Can you mute for a second?'

With a quick nod, you relent as you tell your viewers about quickly muting your microphone so you can focus on your sleepy boyfriend.

"Babe." His voice sounds so raspy yet whiny that it makes you grin. 

"Hey, baby." You greet, taking the opportunity to stretch your back after being slumped in front of your setup for almost two hours now. "What's up?"

"Nothing. Just wanted to see you." He smiles lazily before pressing multiple pecks on your forehead and cheeks. "I'll go now, don't want to keep you from them." He says and then finally kisses your lips, soft yet firm. 

You hum, ruffling his messy blonde hair before he exits the room again like nothing happened. The moment makes your stomach flutter, excited butterflies filling your system at the affectionate gesture from your sweet boyfriend.

Clearing your throat, you unmute your microphone to greet everyone again, resuming on your previous topic. "Sorry about that. Where were we?" You skim through multiple comments to get you back on track.

👑 poppey soul 👑: u were gonna expose urself with the weird nicknames u give luca lol

This time, you can't hold back the snicker from escaping your pressed lips after reading the live chat. "Right! I usually call Luca schmoopey because he likes smooches and he gets mopey when I don't give him what he wants," you pause as you try to think of the other ones you've given him, "Oh! He absolutely loathes hubba bubba but it cracks me up everytime."

forever kindred 👹: those are cute though! 😭

fulgur's rusty right arm 😬: lol i call my boyfriend poopstain sometimes

You're happily giggling by yourself as you read chat after chat. "I don't think Prince is weird but he's not that fond of it because he gets flustered when I call him that."

y/n's doormat 😚: what does luca call u doe? 👀

Deciding to tease your chat, you hum as if to keep them on their toes before finally answering the question. You don't mean for it to happen but the way your voice sounded came out shy and giggly. The things your boyfriend does to you. "He usually calls me babe or love… but if he's feeling affectionate, he calls me sweetheart or doll sometimes."

Another bout of chat going crazy and Uki, who happens to be present at the time, demanding the sick bucket, you decide it was time to end the stream.

What you didn't know is that your boyfriend was watching your stream outside, laughing at the way you got embarrassed and abruptly ended the live stream. He couldn't wait to tease you as soon as you come out.

@emissaire 2022 all rights reserved - plagiarism is a crime

#livre: daisy #luca kaneshiro x reader #luca kaneshiro #luxiem #luxiem x reader #luxiem fluff #luca kaneshiro fluff #vtuber! reader

[poisonouswritings]

Okay...hear me out..but ear kisses for Sage.

Like just- MC and Sage are cuddling or smth and MC just cups his ear and plants a smooch right there.

And our boy would be sooooo flustered. And then MC plants more, and more and more. And he's just so giggly.

( on the more dirty side note.. cats ears are very sensitive, so with MC warm lips planted on his ears, breath trickling down his fur. He just freaks.)

- No-shame-anon 🤫

I think about Sage's ears. All the time. Actually.

GN!Reader, sort of a scene, suggestive headcanon stuff towards the bottom but nothing too intense so I won't be tagging it as NSFW or anything but I'll have a mini disclaimer, red text is Sage's thoughts, I haven't really done any writing in like a month so sorry if this is bad!!

Sage has always been very particular about his ears. He didn't let you touch them until he really trusted you (he says it was only because he was cold but you know how he is), and if anyone else tries then they get growled at/bit. And when you're brushing his hair, you have to be mindful of his ears. The bristles of the brush can be painful if you don't do it gently enough, and he doesn't like the feeling of it anyways.

But then he manages to get a bunch of gunk in his hair - and no you're not really sure how, he went out drinking with Tulsi and that's the best explanation you're getting - and you're the one that has to wash and comb it out.

So you do. Slowly, carefully, gently, trying not to pull too much. And he grumbles and growls and bites at the brush but that's what he always does anyways. Frankly, he's more well-behaved than usual, though that might just be because he wants it done faster. You talk to him throughout the process, trying to keep him calm. Tell a few stupid jokes, tease him here and there, that sorta thing. It seems to be working...

Until Stella wanders into your room.

Then Sage is trying to jump up to chase her away. You have to wrap your arms around him and hold him in place because running around will only make his hair/tangles worse. And the best way to get him to stop trying to run around?

Smooching his ear!

It stops him cold. Or, well, hot. His cheeks go red and he gets that adorable flustered smile on his face and his tail starts wagging wildly. The more you smooch him, the more he purrs. It's almost enough to make him forget about Stella.

Almost.

Then she hops on your bed and starts gnawing at your pillow and he actually does chase her away.

But now you know a new way to get him flustered!

---

The next time you try it is at the tavern. Sage is getting a little too overstimulated and he can't calm down on his own. It doesn't help that some of his old "friends" are riling him up. 'After all,' they say, 'Sage is only any fun to be around when he's plastered.'

Needless to say you don't like them.

Currently they're trying to pull Sage out of the booth and over to the bar to play darts and do shots. When he tries to turn them down they start needling him, saying he's gone soft. Is he really that whipped? Doesn't he wanna impress you? He better toughen up, or someone else is gonna catch your eye-

You promptly lean over and smooch Sage's cheek. His angry growl softens to an uneasy purr as he finally settles in his seat.

And then you very calmly tell the band to go pound sand (or something much more creative and violent, that's up to you). They finally do back off with a few more mumbled complaints, and you drag Sage out of the tavern to have an emergency cuddle session.

---

Back at Fathom, you've piled your bed full of soft pillows and warm blankets. Sage has his cheek on your shoulder, arms around your waist and tail around your knee. He's sobered up for the most part and is now in sulking mode.

He hasn't gone soft, damnit! He's still Sage Lesath, the super cool-and-sexy mercenary who can kick ass any day of the week! And sure, maybe he likes having his hair brushed and his head patted and his forehead smooched, but that doesn't make him any less badass!

... okay maybe a little less badass. But is that such a bad thing? He knows he doesn't deserve it, but-

You promptly smooch his ear. It's all soft and silky and flutters lightly against your lips. His words end in a surprised little stutter and the tip of his tail flicks and fluffs against your skin.

You keep kissing him over and over and over again while also petting behind his ears and that - combined with the buzzed state he's still in - quickly renders him a giggling mess.

No self-deprication for you!!

He deserves to be cared for and protected. He deserves to be soft if he wants to be. He deserves to be loved. And you'll keep reminding him of that as much as he needs.

He's giggling too much to even try beating himself up anymore. Except he's also purring at the same time so your chest/body is vibrating so much it feels like there's a mini earthquake.

Happy kitty cat :3

-----

Suggestive stuff below!! Nothing too explicit

-----

You don't even have to kiss him to get him flustered. You can just blow some warm air along the edge of his ear. It drives him up the wall.

His inner ear is softer than the backside. The fur is a little more delicate and overall just sensitive.

B,,bit,,,biting his ear?? Sorry that you're getting a little bit of fur in your mouth but ohohoho!! He's putty in your hands. His pupils get massive and he starts rubbing against you and purring and his tail won't stop wagging.

Sometimes when you brush his hair you give his ear a little kiss/bite and then you just get too darn busy to finish brushing!!

He genuinely will just start babbling and even drooling a tiny bit if you do it long enough. Especially if your breath is all warm and heavy and you whisper that he's being such a good boy for you,,,,, oooooh,,,,,, He Just Perishes™

#last legacy #fictif last legacy #sage lesath #sage lesath x reader #fictif sage #last legacy sage #anon asks #no shame anon

[dialovers-translations]

Diabolik Lovers LOST EDEN ー Carla Heaven [02]

ー The scene starts in Carla’s room

Yui: Excuse me, Carla-san. Do you have a moment? Waitーー 

Carla: ...

Yui: ( Ah...He fell asleep on the sofa. ーー I guess he must be tired? )

*Rustle* 

Yui: ( It’s nothing urgent, so I’ll wait by his side until he wakes up. )

( That being said... )

( Looking at him again like this, he truly is beautiful. I can’t take my eyes off himーー )

Carla: ...

Yui: ( Honestly, it’s kind of strange knowing I’m in a relationship with such a handsome man... )

( Although I didn’t fall in love with him solely for his looks... )

Haah...

( I can’t help but sigh from his sheer beauty. Sometimes he asks me to initiate a kiss but... )

( Having such a beautiful man stare at me and then kissing him is just way too embarrassing, I simply can’t. )

Carla-san doesn’t understand. Just how handsome he truly is. Or how much I truly love him.

Carla: ...

Yui: That’s why expecting me to make the first move...It’s just way too nerve-wrecking, I can’t. 

...Hey, Carla-san. Do you understand?

But knowing you, you might actually know very well yet you’re choosing to tease me? 

Carla: ...

Yui: ーー Still, I’ll try my best to be able to live up to your expectations one step at a time... 

Please give me time, okay?

I hope you realize that it definitely doesn’t mean that I don’t want to kiss you, okay?

Carla: ...

Yui: ( ...Right now, I might be able to take that first stepーー Perhaps? )

ーー On the cheek...also counts, right?

*Rustle* 

Yui: Carla-san...I love youーー 

*Smooch* 

Carla: ーー So do I.

Yui: Ehーー!?

*Rustle*

Yui: C-Carla-san? You were awake? F-For how long exactlyーー

Carla: Ever since you entered the room. 

Yui: N-No wayーー! Iーー...!

( I talked to myself a whole bunch in front of him! How embarrassing...! )

*Rustle rustle* 

Carla: If you have been that touch-starved, I would not mind doing something about that? 

Yui: I-I’m not! I’m not touch-starvedーー

Carla: However, you said that it most definitely does not mean that you don’t want to kiss me, remember?

Yui: !!

Carla: You also said that I have no idea how much you love me, did you not? ...Then teach me.

Yui: W-Wellーー...

Carla: What’s wrong? Or was everything you said earlier a lie? 

Yui: I-It wasn’t! ...But I also asked you to give me time, did I not?

Carla: Of course, I am doing just that. I am actually being very patient with you. 

Yui: Ehーー...?

Carla: Deep down, I would loving more than to pin you down onto the sofa and show your body directly just how much I love you. 

Yui: !

Carla: However, I am holding myself back and waiting for you to take action instead. You will not leave me hanging now, will you? 

Yui: Wellーー...

Carla: Yui...I want to know the extent of your love for me. ーー Just how strongly do you feel for me?

ーー I have not even able to admit this to you out of shame, but there are times where I find myself growing anxious.

That perhaps my love for you is one-sided, and that you do not actually feel the same wayーー

Yui: That’s not true!

Carla: Then prove it to me. Your love for meーー

Yui: O-Okay. ...Then could you close your eyes, please?

Carla: Why? I want to be able to see your face the whole time.

Yui: ...Because it’s embarrassing.

Carla: ーー I see. So your love for me is not strong enough to conquer your embarrassment? 

Yui: Uu...

( I can’t ask him again after he put it like that... )

Carla: Yuiーー...

Yui: I understand...Thenーー...

*Rustle* 

Carla: Nn...Heh. ...Such a childish kiss.

Yui: I-I’m sorry. But this is the best I can do right now. 

Carla: I suppose it is fine. I shall give you time, just as you asked. 

*Thud* 

Yui: Kyaah!? 

Carla: Well then, this is your reward for doing such a splendid job...

*Rustle rustle* 

Yui: Eh...?

Carla: You might be satisfied after a childish kiss like that, but unfortunately, I am not.

It was all thanks to my excellent acting, but it is simply lacking. 

Yui:  Excellent acting...So you were lying when you mentioned being anxious at times? 

Carla: Who knows? I shall leave that judgement up to you. Show me that you can understand me without me having to spell it out to you. 

Yui: ーー I-I shall try my best but...

Carla: I can tell you are doubtful from the uncertain tone of your voice, but I suppose I shall give you credit for your positive attitude. 

Well then, I shall take the lead. Entrust your body to me. Nnーー...

ーー TO BE CONTINUED ーー

#diabolik lovers #dialovers #carla tsukinami #lost eden #diabolik lovers translation #lecarlaheaven2

[helianskies]

How about #23 for UKSpaFr? It could be a love triangle 🤭

okay so,, not really gone for love triangle but it is definitely frukspa what a lovely decision hehe

Reunited

“He should be out of there by now. What’s taking so long?”

“Yeah, but don’t forget he’s also probably waiting for luggage, and there’ll be a queue at border control. His flight only landed half an hour ago.”

Francis gives a tut and begins to hold himself. While he looks cold, it is probably because he wants a hug that is likely still waiting to have its passport checked. Arthur would have… offered him some kind of comfort, if he had even the slightest belief Francis would accept it. But he wouldn’t. So he doesn’t.

“I wish he’d picked an earlier flight,” Francis rattles on, starting to slowly pace, two steps one way, two steps back. “You are sure you’re happy to drive back?”

“Of course,” Arthur replies. His eyes do not leave the exit from customs. “It’s not too far.”

“Only an hour and a half,” the other scoffs, and then sighs. “I hope he’s eaten something for dinner. La cuisine est fermée. It’s too late to cook him anything decent.”

“Good job I shoved some snacks into the car, then,” Arthur supposes, mustering up a smile. He looks at Francis, who has returned his gaze to the doors as another small flock of people start to emerge. Another wave of disembarked passengers. “He’ll be here soon,” he assures him. “I mean, he could be on the loo for all we kn—”

“Antoine!”

“Francis!”

“Arthur!” the same blond cheers quietly, as Antonio comes hurtling down the ‘departures only’ zone, and launches himself at Francis.

He’s used to such scenes. They have always been very hands-on in that way. Arthur prefers to do so in private. Though, even he has to admit, it does make him happy to see Antonio be swept off his feet for a rather dramatic spin, which makes him give a little surprised scream before demanding he be put down. The way he gives Francis’ arm a light smack for the move is rather entertaining.

“No picking me up, I’ve told you before,” Antonio finishes chiding Francis, although he is smiling, as is Francis (as is Arthur). And then he turns to the other. His smile grows. Arthur’s heart leaps and bounds. “Are we doing hugs, too?” he asks. “Or would you rather wait?”

Arthur is unsure at first. There are a lot of people around, a lot of eyes, a lot of noise. A hug sounds good. Frankly, given that he has just had to go two weeks without one from Antonio, a hug sounds great. Antonio has been away seeing family, and, even though he has had Francis and Francis is just as loving and doting, Antonio is—

“Hug it is!”

“O-Oh— Uh—” 

It seems, in the end, he has had no choice in the matter.

(But, secretly, that’s okay.)

“I’ve waited ages for this,” Antonio tells him as he practically swings from Arthur’s neck. He presses a hasty kiss—a big fat smooch—to the blond’s face, before he pops back off, pinches Arthur’s cheeks in greeting, and then says to them, “I’ve missed you. Both of you,” as he makes grabby hands towards both of them—a sign for them to each take a hand.

Dutiful as ever, both Francis and Arthur obey.

“So,” Francis says, as he takes Antonio’s luggage in his free hand and gestures for the three of them to head for the exit, “you survived your little family gathering?”

“Only just!” Antonio remarks with a soft snort of laughter. “I tell you what, I’m glad to be back. Which I didn’t expect to say, considering it’s absolutely heaving it down outside, but… well, you know what family’s like.”

Arthur hums. “Tolerable for five minutes, before they’re doing your head in?”

“Yeah. But,” Antonio then presses, tugging the pair of them closer to him as they pass through the building’s exit and out to the fresh (and wet) air, “I really am happy to be back home.” 

He looks between them both, and then gives Arthur the same kind of kiss on the cheek as before, before then giving Francis the same treatment. He breathes in England, embraces the cooler climate and shakes off that of his native Iberia, and, as though a switch has flicked in his brain, he suddenly asks:

“I don’t suppose you brought any food with you, did you? The coffee on the plane was awful, and I didn’t have time to grab anything at the airport before my flight…”

Arthur shares a look with Francis—one of amusement, one that says ‘I told you so,’ (which earns him rolling eyes, a lop-sided smile)—and he assures Antonio that, yes, there’s food in the car. 

“Oh, I love you!” Antonio proclaims in turn, squeezing both of their hands. “You have no idea how much that means to me!”

“Yes we do,” Arthur and Francis remark in unison, however; Antonio gives a laugh, suggests they head for the car before he takes his hunger out on them and gobbles them both up (affectionately, with kisses, because he loves them so, so much, he clarifies).

The car drive back is easy and pleasant, even in the rain. Arthur is kept happy by Antonio’s contagious enthusiasm, telling them both about his holiday in between snack breaks. Francis checks in on him every now and then, too (at one point, his hand comes to rest on Arthur’s as it sits on the gearstick, and a quick glance shows that Francis, too, is happy). 

And by the time the three of them get back, it’s dark, it’s cold, it’s miserable outside. But when they step back through the front door, all they feel is a restored warmth and comfort, knowing they are all finally home again.

[ ficlet collection is here on ao3! ]

#helia writes #hetalia #hws england #hws spain #hws france #frukspa #frain #engspa #if things seem awks between arthur and fran they aren't entirely meant to be and im sorry #i struggled a little with getting a lot into this one #but. arthur is awkward and insecure as ever bless his lil cotton socks #a semi-closeted romantic wedged between two very loud and proud romantics how will he ever cope ;0

[stephschoices]

Can we get hc’s for fallen lights mc’s too?

Yesss u can 😏🫶🏻

Cora (elemental magic, Florian route):

Spends as much time outside as possible

Loves wearing loose flowy dresses bc likes to explore and they’re easy to move around in

Tends to the flowers in the castle gardens, the official gardeners know she likes to so they always leaves some of the flowers for her on purpose

When the royals and court gets too much for Florian and she sees he needs a break she’ll pull him outside for a walk in nature

Likes to stargaze on the castle roofs with Florian 🥰 (I got a commission of this from Dakota)

Her and Florian use the same type of magic but she’s always better than him, and she’ll never let him win when sparing. She will help him practice when he asks ~

When her and Florian are married in the future she doesn’t care that she’s a queen or that’s he’s the king, she’ll still act the same as she always has. Smooch his cheek in front of nobles, shut down a bad idea from a noble, tell a noble to apologize for being rude.

Had a crush on Florian since the beginning, and knew as soon as Florian’s feelings towards her changed. But waited for him to say something (the bedroom scene) bc she didn’t want to pressure him

Inola (conjuring magic, Orion route):

Likes to surprise people with her personality. She dresses kinda intimidating, but she has a very sweet and playful personality lol

Carries a small dagger that’s attached to her thigh, she hides under her skirt

Will casually summon a spirit to find books for her in the castle library while she sits in her corner drinking tea and studying

Immediately had heart eyes for Orion after meeting him

At the beginning of crushing stage she’ll tease him so much and see how much she can fluster him 🤭

Notices quickly how he reacts when she touched him (touch starved boy), and will start casually touching him whenever possible. Thanking him while brushing his arm, pulling him by the hand to show him something. As time goes on she’ll get bolder, wiping a smudge off his face, fixing his hair to get it out of his eyes

When he’s having a hard day she’ll take him to bed and cup her hands around his face and kiss his forehead, nose, cheeks, lips. And just hold him in silence until he feels like talking

Mirielle (alchemy magic, Emil route):

Loves candles! Has many in her room with different scents.

Her favorite scent is lavender bc she finds it calming, so whenever she walks by you you’ll for sure get a small whiff of lavender 🥰

She likes making small potions to help people. If she didn’t become the kings advisor then she’d open her own apothecary

She knows Emil has wanted nothing to do with her for a while but when she sees him in a certain state, stressed or tired or a cut on him, she’ll leave a remedy in a tiny jar outside his room. She may or may not hide around the city to see if he actually takes it inside.

Even tho he acts like he hates her, she’s always suspected something wasn’t right so she’s never held his change of heart against him, even tho it hurts her. She’ll always have feelings for him until a day when he tells her to stop.

In the beginning of their relationship she’ll notice how he’s somewhat touch sensitive so she’ll start small with linking their pinkies, and nudging his shoulder. Working up to holding hands and hugging him softly

She will absolutely 100% kiss the scars on his hands

Before the go out for the day she’ll fix his hair for him, since it’s usually a mess lol

Nadya (illusionary magic, Dimitri route):

Is super shy so she likes to wear brown shades to blend in lol

Also why she likes illusionary magic, it gets people’s attention off her

Likes to go swimming to clear her mind

When she first ran into Dimitri she was shook and her face turned so red bc he’s so cute omg she wasn’t prepared

Them together is just 2 blushing stuttering fools who are clearly in love lol everyone around them is like “JUST KISS ALREADY!!”

Nadya gets cold easily so Dimitri will pull her close to him whenever possible to warm her up (they’re both still blushing)

I’ve thought the least about her I’m sorry I don’t have many hcs for her yet lol

Yvette (conjuring magic, Julian route):

Oh she’s wild. She a lil crazy.

Definition of cute but creepy. Likes wearing pink and white, enchanting clothes. But also summons spirits.

Collects crystals, specifically rosé quartz

Gives her friends all the love in the world, even Emil. But also will not hesitate to kill someone

The second she meets Julian she’s like 😳->😍

When she finds out it was spirits that caused the injury to his eye she’ll make every spirit she summons around him apologize before using them lmaoo

She will also 100% offer to kill his family for being mean to him. And anyone else. Already has 5 scenarios in mind.

She gets jealous easily. She sees a girl trying to flirt with him she’ll try and summon a spirit to scare them away, before Julian picks her up and carries her away so not to get in trouble 😂

EDIT: I forgot this one but also bc of the Julian spirit situation when she has to fight with him around she’ll hold off on summoning until he’s not close by and stick to physical fighting, but then as soon as he’s away she’ll summon like 100 spirits 😂 the enemies just like “👁️👁️ *runs away”

#ask #anon #about my mcs #mc: cora #with florian 💞 #mc: inola #with orion 💞 #mc: mirielle #with emil 💞 #mc: nadya #with dimitri 💞 #mc: yvette #with julian 💞