#i want to be comfy and warm and safe under soft blankets

[meet-you-at-the-north-star]

Before Sunrise

Dick Winters x night owl! reader

Summary: morning cuddles. that’s it that’s the plot

Notes: the fluffiest fluff that ever fluffed

Word count: 1018

I felt a sense of dizziness and then the unmistakable unpleasant sensation that comes with an abrupt awakening. Despite how dark the room was, I could barely keep my eyes open for a more than a second.

“I’m sorry love, I didn’t mean to wake you” a sweet whisper came from the darkness.

“Dick?” I held out my hand towards his side of the mattress and he immediately took it. “Is the sun even out yet…?”

He quietly chuckled. “Not yet, actually. A bit early even for me.”

I groaned and weakly attempted to pull him close to me by his arm. “Can you stay until I fall back asleep?”

“Of course” He shuffled closer, the chaotic sound of sheets shifting about heaven to my ears at that moment.

I somehow managed to meet him in the middle of the bed, snuggling up against him, my head coming to rest on his chest.

His left arm wrapped gently around my waist, his right coming to stroke my hair. He planted a slow kiss on my forehead and I hugged him tighter, enjoying his warm presence surrounding me again.

“Do you want to watch the sunrise?” He was still whispering, but an hint of excitement now colored his voice.

I looked at him. My eyes felt a little less heavy and had finally begun to get accustomed to the dark. He was smiling and looking fondly at me.

“Sure, alright” I nodded, pulling myself up on my elbows and turning onto my back so I could look towards the window. “It’s not like I get many chances to”

“Wait, I have a better idea” He smirked.

I shot him a questioning look. In response, he just stood up and scooped me into his arms. After a few steps, he quickly set the curtains aside and with an effortless kick moved the armchair from the foot of the bed directly under the window.

Only then he sat down, allowing me to fully lean on him but holding me close in the way that always made me feel so safe, to prevent me from falling.

I put my arms around his neck, legs lazily falling over his own and the chair’s armrest. Outside the window, the sky was colored with soft shades of pink and orange that were growing more and more intense.

I laid my head in the crane of his neck, feeling his ever steady heartbeat vibrate on my skin.

“I promise it won’t take long” He said gently stroking my shoulder with the outside of his fingers. His tone turned worried: “Are you cold? Do you need me to get you a blanket?”

“Not at all darling, this is fine” I smiled against his collarbone, knowing that he could feel that too. “Actually, I’m more than happy with my current situation”

“Mmm is that so?” He teased.

“Oh yeah” I Insisted. “You make a very comfy chair”

His laugh reverberated all through his chest and he gave me a little squeeze to show his appreciation.

“I could think of worse ways to start my day too” He suddenly raised up my chin and leaned down to capture my lips with his. The kiss was soft and sweet like the rest of our morning.

“I love you” He said when it was over, an inch from my lips, noses almost touching. His eyes were open and limpid.

As much as I was used to hear him say that from time to time now, my heart still dropped. It was always an event.

“I love you too” I cupped his cheek with my right hand, losing myself in the moment and into the water-green eyes of the man that I loved.

At this point, I had almost forgotten that I’d ever been accidentally woken up way too early for my tastes. I laid my head back on my favorite neck spot with a happy sigh, hand grabbing his shirt to nuzzle even closer to him.

“Keep your eyes open, I wouldn’t want you to miss it”

“Yessir” I said, jokingly bringing my right hand to my temple in a salute.

“Is that mockery I hear in your voice, private? You know I won’t stand for that” He feigned outrage, sounding entirely amused.

“Oh yeah?” I grinned. “What are you going to do about it?”

“Mmm I’ll have to think of an appropriate punishment” He snuck his hand under my pajama shirt and slowly moved it up and down my side, his touch on my naked skin making me shiver for reasons that had nothing to do with the cold.

“Not that I mind your idea of punishment, major, but if you keep this up I might be too distracted to notice the sunrise” I chuckled and he laughed with me.

“That’s right, I’m sorry” He brought my hand to his lips and kissed it.

We stayed quiet and focused our attention on what was happening outside the window. The sky was now brimming with beautiful shades of color and it didn’t take long for the sun to finally appear over the horizon, and I sat up straight so I could properly admire it.

I was left speechless. Being a certified night owl I hadn't seen many sunrises in my life, but I felt that this one was quite extraordinary. Or maybe it was being in his arms that made it feel so.

“It’s so beautiful” I breathed.

When I finally glanced back at him, I found his gaze already on me, admiring my every reaction instead of the natural spectacle in front of us. “Almost as beautiful as you”

I felt myself blushing red like it was our first date. “You’re lucky I already married you or I would have needed to propose to you after that”

He laughed. “Well, for what it’s worth, I would have said yes”

“Good for you” I joked, finishing the sentence with a yawn I couldn’t hide.

He took notice: “Don’t tell me you still want to go back to sleep after that”

“Oh yes, I do” I smirked. “And you’re coming with me”

#not even the most shamelessly self indulgent thing I’ve written about this man believe it or not… #but the others will remain private (for now) 😆 #dick winters x reader #band of brothers x reader #dick winters #band of brothers #fanfic #my fics

[novorehere]

Oh shit it’s snowing… time to sit by the fire and wistfully think about eating people yet again

#op #when the first snowflake falls my brain activates like a computer starting up #bweeEEEEEE #why can’t I be ​comfy cozy wrapped up in blankets on the couch next to a fire #a cup of cocoa in my hand and a warm belly full of a happy friend #that I can touch and run my hand over under the blankets #GRAHHHH #soft vore #safe vore #extreme cuddling #it’s like I can’t decide which role I’d rather be in and it’s so frustrating I want it ALL

[qtboni]

╰﹒ 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐎𝐔𝐂𝐇 !

┆ ⤿ 💌 ⌗ 1K CELEBRATION ☆ . ࣪ ˖ ࿐

PAIRING: Simon 'Ghost' Riley X Reader

CHOSEN DRABBLE: "He wakes up to the sight of you by his side, your gentle fingers inspecting the dressings on his wounds."

REQUESTED BY @sowlcat <3

W/C: 1.9K

Sighing softly, Simon entered his home that he shares with you. He sluggishly took off his muddied boots outside the door, knowing how you would scold him in the morning for putting them inside. Recalling your cute frustrated face looking at him as you cutely stomp on the ground to prove your point made him chuckle.

God, was he such a soft for you.

Fatigue washed over Simon as he stood at the door to his home. His eyes were filled with exhaustion after driving hours to see you. Suddenly, he caught himself on the wall with his hand plastered on it as if in a daze. He heaved a breath, slowly craning his neck up. He spotted the bloodied knuckles and scuffs that had marked his skin. His eyes filled with regret as he realized he would be left with scars. Nevertheless, he could not help but find comfort in the thought of coming home to you.

Closing his eyes as he felt deeply exhausted, Simon thought of you and how you would never hesitate to stay up for him. You would be there by his side to patch him up in the bathroom with a thoughtful look on your face. He didn't want to disturb you, realizing that you were still curled up in your sleep. He tiptoed his steps, careful not to make a sound as he walked toward the bedroom. You meant the world to him and the thought of waking you from your blissful slumber would never cross his mind.

"Maybe I should patch myself up first, Simon whispered to himself as he slowly eased open the door. He peeked inside, expecting to see you safely tucked away in his bed, all cozy and warm. But when the door was finally opened, he was greeted with a scene unlike any other. His heart seemed to melt as he laid his eyes on you, sleeping peacefully in his bed. All trace of exhaustion was lost as a soft grin formed on his face.

Completely sound asleep in his bed was undeniably you. Your legs spread out comfortably with a large pillow between, your arms cradling another pillow, and though he couldn't get to see a glimpse of your face, he can tell you were probably snoring the night away.

Gently shooking his head in amusement, Simon walked over to you and crouched in your side of the bed. Though he has dried blood on his hands, it didn't stop him from pushing your stray hair away from your face, careful as he does not want any of the dirt in your skin.

Leaning in to you, he softly kissed your forehead and for a moment, he closed his eyes in contentment, missing your presence from all the days he was away from you. Now he was here with you. "Love you," He whispered against your hair. "S'damn much."

Simon placed a peck on your cheek so softly like a feather's touch. He just wanted nothing else but to bury himself into the softness of the blankets and sleep in your arms. Grunting, he decided he had to freshen up first before he can join you on the bed that was looking comfy as ever.

Though, begrudgingly he stood up from his crouched position and sauntered over to the bathroom. Finally entering the shower after removing his clothes, he visibly relaxed when the lukewarm water hit his tensed muscles. It felt so good that he stood under the shower head for awhile, letting the warm water massage his sore body.

After showering, he wrapped a towel around his body and let the warm steam from the bathroom envelop him. Now feeling quite better, he approached the vanity box and grabbed the tools he needed to patch himself. Bandages, gauzes, scissors, and some antiseptic liquid were all laid out infront of him.

Simon sat at the bathroom counter and carefully tended to the various wounds he had on his body, bandaging and covering them as needed. He worked with care, ensuring that each wound was properly cleaned, dressed, and protected. Despite the pain and discomfort he felt, Simon remained focused and determined, refusing to let his injuries hold him back.

After applying the last bandage, Simon made his way to the bedroom, careful not to disturb his wounds any further. He climbed into bed beside you, settling in for a long overdue night of rest. He gently wrapped his arms around you as he spoons you from behind.

With your comforting presence at his side, Simon finally allowed himself to let go of the tension and stress that had been weighing on him for so long. He closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep, feeling a sense of peace and comfort in your arms.

—

Simon stirred awake from the soft voice calling out his name, the soft caress of the you fingertips waking him from his slumber. He have yet to open his eyes but still, he can fell himself lying in your arms.

You didn't say anything, your eyes were filled with a hint of sadness and concern as you continued lightly caressing the bandages and gauzes on your lover's body. You woke up quite early as you expected, but it was because of the heavy yet familiar feeling of an arm enclosing your waist.

You had excitedly opened your eyes and turned to your other side to face your now sleeping Simon. You carressed his cheeks as you feel yourself getting emotional. Simon is home. You softly left pecks of your kisses in his chest, each of them filled with love and appreciation.

He could feel how much love that were pouring out of you all over again, it made his heart burst out from so much affection that he thinks were undeserving to him. He felt his arm getting slowly grabbed at and a low coo of concern coming out of you.

Simon was confused on why you had such a reaction. But then it clicks on him. The gauzes. The bandages. He was about to recoil from your touch as to hide his ugly arms away from you to see, but the feeling of a tender caress made him stop.

"Sweet thing," You whispered, your voice soft with concern as you pressed gentle kisses to Simon's wrapped wounds, your lips lingering over each bruise and cut you saw peeping out from the bandages. "You don't deserve anything like these..."

As Simon basked in the comfort and warmth of your loving touches, emotions rushed through. He wanted to let himself cry. He knew that the kisses would not heal his wounds instantly, but the gesture meant more to him than words could say.

The feelings of love and caring that surrounded him were almost too much to bear, and he could feel the tears welling up in his closed eyes. It had been such a long time since someone had cared for him in such a way, and now, as he was gently kissed and nurtured, he felt that he could finally let go of the pain. But even as the tears threatened to fall, he tried to stifle them, afraid of breaking the calmness that had enveloped him.

As you turned to Simon, your thumbs still gently carressing his bandaged hands, you were surprised to see that he was awake. You stopped what you were doing momentarily, letting the silence fill the room.

"Hi," You cheekily whispered to him, a smile gracing your lips as your heart swells with love for the man in front of you. He's just woken up, but even the fatigue in his eyes can't erase the warmth and affection that shines through when he looks at you.

"G'morning, lovie," Simon greets as he grew more soft towards you. The tired lines on his face soften as he takes you in, and you can't help but feel grateful for each moment you get to share with him. He brought up his hands and pulled you closer to him.

As your face was against his chest, the smell of him filled your nostrils with every breath, like a comforting embrace. You felt his heartbeat pounding beneath your ear. There was a comfort in his warm presence, a sense of safety that you could never find anywhere else. He was your home.

"Thank you," Simon muttered as his arms wrapped around you even firmer as if you would flee away if he didn't. His grip held you closely, as if he was afraid to let go and lose you to the world outside. He put his chin on top of your head and inhaled deeply, drawing comfort and reassurance from your presence. There was nowhere else he wanted to be, but right here with you.

Confused, you softly asked, your voice muffled against the small space between your face and his chest, "For what?"

Simon's heart skipped a beat when he heard your voice. He couldn't believe how cute you sounded when you spoke in that sweet, whisper-soft tone.

"For this?" he murmured, tightening his embrace around you and pulling you even closer, reveling in your warm, intoxicating scent. His voice was low, almost too low for you to hear over the beating of your hearts.

You pulled away from his embrace gently and put your hands on his cheeks. He looked up at you with a sweet smile and you couldn't help but return it.

"Of course," you murmur, pulling him even closer. Showering him with affection is just a normal, natural thing for you to do, especially when he is injured. "I'll take care of you, my love. Always."

And though it's so, so hard for him to admit, he's soft when it comes to you. He's always known that you take care of him, that's your role, but today he can't shake the feeling that it's not quite so simple. He tries to say no, tries to put up some resistance to your tender, gentle caresses, but the resolve is gone before it even arrives at his throat. He submits to you, like he always has and always will, as a contented smile plays across his lips.

"I will always be here for you, Simon", you continued softly as you stroke his hair. You want to make him feel taken care of, loved and protected, and it melts your heart seeing his relief as he buries his head into your chest. You know this is where he belongs, and you both feel at peace.

Your touch brings him comfort and peace, and you can feel the tension and worry easing away from his body. He leans against you and lets out a deep sigh, his muscles completely relaxed. In this moment, there is nothing else that matters. Just you and him.

Simon presses his face against your chest one last time, breathing in your scent and feeling your heart beating steadily beneath your skin, and he is at perfect peace. The two of you are finally home, together in each other's arms, and nothing will ever come between you.

A/N: ty bby for requesting this ! this ws so cute to write omg

#huggy wuggy 4 simon #stop im so soft rn #👾 — [bonnie’s wk] #simon fluff #simon x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #simon ghost riley x you #simon ghost x reader #simon riley imagine #simon riley x reader #simon riley x you #simon riley smut #simon ghost x you #simon ghost riley #simon riley #ghost cod #cod modern warfare #cod fanfic #cod mw2 #cod mw3 #cod x reader #cod x you #ghost x reader #cod ghost #ghost angst #simon riley ghost x reader #simon riley ghost

[feelingdozy]

Stay in Bed - Yuuta Okkotsu

Summary: you get home late from a mission and you slip into bed with Yuuta after a long day. When you get up in the middle of the night to use the washroom, he's wide awake- and as needy as ever

wc: 2,4k

Warnings: 18+, fingering, cunnilingus, oral (both receiving), handjob, blowjob, facesitting, 69, little overstimulation, pussy eating, cum eating, smut and not much plot

Yuuta whines when the grip he has on your waist involuntarily loosens, your fingers prying them lazily off and attempting to crawl out of bed in the dark, only the shine of the moonlight peeking through the blinds to illuminate you and your surroundings. Close to you, your hearing quiet chants being muttered under the boys breath, asking you to get back into bed.

"I have to go pee, yuuta" you whisper-shout back at him, shooting down his requests of you to stay grounded beside him. You wobble as you make your way to the bathroom, trying to avoid hitting anything that might be on the floor you can't make out.

It was early in the morning, and having a somewhat-important mission assigned to you the day of only helped in punctuating the need for rest. You didn't want to do it and be out of energy- also the fact it was almost four in the morning. Your alarm was bound to go off soon, and you'd have to get up- you just didn't want it to be any earlier then it already was. Yet, Yuuta always managed to influence you otherwise.

After taking two minutes, you made your way safely back and fell back down on the plump mattress. His clingy hands quickly returned, now grazing your waste instead, positions swapped from when you first had gone to sleep. They gently caressed your tailbone, leading up to knead at the softness of your stomach as you groan at his actions.

"stoooop" you mumble in a sleepy tone. Ignoring you, he instead comes closer and nudges his head in between the crook of your neck. Feeling the new stream of breath graze your revealed skin, it gives you goosebumps that race along your arms. He places gentle kisses on your collarbone as he moves himself closer to be fully spooning you, making you warm, and feel safe while encaged in his grasp.

Your familiar scent envelopes his nose as he keeps close, sighing as he relaxes beside you. He'd never get tired of burying his face into you, smothering the spot he was targeting, with light kisses and taking in your familiarity and comfort. He was always so grateful.

"mm, you're so warm- do you really have to go on that mission today? I'm sure Gojo can get someone else to do it." He whispered in your ear quietly, insisting on you staying home for once in your career- to spend the whole day lying in bed, you all to himself.

"Yuuta- c'mon- you know i gotta go-" you say trying to shuffle out of his grip on your waist, coming out unsuccessful in the end for him to end up moving his body to be over you, giving you no chance of escape from your spot below. He was now pinning you to it, hands on both sides of your head- a mix of tiredness and the way the blankets on you had engulfed you in its comfiness, wasn't helping you come out of this with a victory.

"Do i have to convince you how nice it'll be if you stay?" Breath hitching at his teasing, you find it hard to not look away- turning your head whenever his eyes find yours above you, shying away at his eager stare. It helps to feed his little ego and put a sly grin on his face- one knowing that you'll do just about anything for him. He's had you wrapped around his finger, and so whenever he had you in such situations- there was no way you could resist nor deny the temptations of his touch on you.

A look so strong had you flushed, unable to think properly- your body started to heat up, and your mind started to wonder, betraying you and getting badly distracted. A hungry look still on you, he wasted no time.

His fingers found their way to the hem of your shirt with ease, lifting it over your head, not even noticing that you were holding your breath at the mere sight of him so clouded by lust- his eyes only focused on you. His digits glided down your body, sensitivity making you arch the slightest into his gentle touches. Your body pleaded for more, small whines at his teasing slithering past the opening of your lips.

He had a craving for you that he needed to be satiated- he couldn't help himself. Seeing you gasp and writhe under his control had his mind going crazy with all the other outcomes he was foreseeing from such a dull, yet enticing moment between the two of you. He never got tired of the sight. He wanted more. He wanted to give you more.

He lowered his head to place his needy lips on yours, a deseperate, yet gentle kiss as he nibbled on your lip as approval to slip his tongue in, gaining the upper hand easily and exploring the cavern of your mouth, tangling his tongue with yours in a fit of saliva and desperation to have more. Not caring about how messy it was, your makeout session kept on, escalating to light moans at the way he started to get handsy and grope your revealed chest.

"Mmph- yuuta-" Was the only conceivable thing that could get through to him past the muffler that was your two pairs of lips on the other, too distracted by the way you tasted. Eventually, he broke away to pant for air- lips swollen and disappointed at the sudden loneliness, you were greeted instead by hands finding the waistband of your underwear, cold fingers slipping naughtily under, his eyes scanning your face for approval- only to find rapid nods urging him on.

They first grazed your clit making you buck into his hand, not giving you anymore attention there as he dipped lower and slid the tips of his finger across your slit to gather the slick that had accumulated from his buildup- it was his fault for making you this wet- and he loved it. He loved feeling the proof of his work, knowing you loved it just as much as he did- the touches, the kisses, his words. Everything he did could turn you on if done right- it just had to be Yuuta.

He lifted his hand out unexpectedly, making the band slap against you, feeling the sting and pouting at the disappearance of his warmth- until you saw him licking his fingers. His eyes fluttered closed, and little groans of enjoyment left his lips- a pleasured look on his face. "Always taste so good for me, pretty girl." He cooed, making you speechless.

You were left stunned at the sight, not knowing what to do- was it hot? Yes. It made your clit pulsate with need- eager for more of the friction it had gotten before- he was turning you on even more.

"Mm, Yuuta- need more, please-" He kissed your lips to shush you, obeying your pleas, and instead of creeping his hand in, took the underwear off you completely, leaving you now stripped bare- hissing at the sudden cold. He took his shirt off immediately after, not yet removing his pants- and you could see the hardening bulge apparent in his loose pair of sweats.

You were suddenly intrigued, wanting a taste of him just as much as he craved a taste of you. Suddenly, a good idea had presented itself in your mind.

"Yuuta- want to switch up the positions this time?" Voice stuttering a little with a wavering tone, a mix of embarrassment and hesitancy combined. His eyes suddenly lit up, sparking an expression he didn't usually make- one full of curiosity and eagerness. Leaving you no time to take your question back, he took your hand in his, squeezing and replying with a serious, "Yes".

The bed rustled underneath the two of you as you switched into position- you were sat on top of his face, your mouth over his cock, and his breath fanning over your folds. Your stomach ignited with excitement, but scared to make any moves- you didn't want to suffocate him, after all. Like he read your mind, he casually spoke out.

"If I need air, I'm a weak man- you won't hurt me, pretty- just take a seat, let me pleasure you." His hands tightly gripped your thighs that were kneeling beside his head, pulling you down. You yelped at the sudden feeling of his tongue intruding, trying to focus on his rock-hard cock in front of you so you didn't make a mess of his face all at once. The head was a heavy red- eager and wanting- and so you gave it what it needed, lowering your mouth and encasing it. The warmth of your mouth made his toes curl slightly and encouraged the need to thrust up. You sucked on the head lightly, getting a guttural groan from the man licking up and down your slit above you. You started to coat the rest of his dick in your spit by lowering your head down slowly, engulfing it and moving down until it was stuck deep in your throat, feeling it hit the back while you felt his tuff of hair indicating his torso was near, indicating you had done it.

"Holy fuck pretty- ha- so good for me- mm!" Breaking his personal promise, his hips lifted off the mattress, somehow pushing himself deeper down into you.

Holding back the urge to gag, you held it there before coming up for a breath, tears pricking at your eyes from the double stimulation. You felt his fingers poke at your hole, gathering your slick and putting a finger in while focusing kitten licks at your clit. He hadn't distracted you enough to keep you away from your torture- moving on to bobbing your head up and down.

You kept your pace simple and slow and first, hand wrapping around the base you hadn't covered. When you came up, you'd lick the precum oozing out of him, sucking gently on the head ever so often to have him buck his hips fervently, eliciting cute reactions that told you he was liking it. Teasing him some more, you sucked hickeys into his thighs while your hand stayed stroking him whenever he'd show signs of being close, steady and relentless. When you did, he'd only whine into your cunt at the loss, the vibrations making you unconsciously grind into his face, loving the way the plush of his tongue felt scraping against you- exploring you everywhere, savoring your taste.

Knowing what you were doing, he had started to get more vocal and more frustrated with time. Catching on easily, he'd play the same game- putting in another finger, you gasped at the intrusion, trying to pull away from his face as he sucked at your bundle of nerves. Moans from the both of you were spewing from your lips in tandem, muffled and drowned out by the sounds made from both ends.

The feeling pulled you off his cock, struggling to do anything but moan and chant his name- "Yuuta- fuck, stop- 'm gonna cum if you keep going-"

The curl of his fingers were bringing you to your high, and you wouldn't be the only one going down- you took him into your mouth again, hollowing your cheeks to suck hard- sinking all the way to the base successfully. You increased your pace, bobbing up and down with haste, hand tightening around his uncovered girth faster then you had done the ministrations before. He, too, had sped up, his fingers thrusting into you making them way more noticeable and bothersome in terms of making you cum. You were insistent on making him break below you- but your legs were trembling, ready for him to break you.

Now you were both bucking into each other, on the edge of release. His tongue had switched from liking to sucking, eating you up- most-likely pussy drunk, he drank up every bit of slick that oozed out your hole and onto his face- coating his chin in a mix of his drool, and your juices. He paid it no mind- he was made to worship whatever you had to offer him, and this was the best part. He slurped you up, the obscene sounds feeling both your ears and the otherwise quiet room.

Enclosing his mouth on your clit, his harsh sucking with the curling of his fingers made your hips roll into him, grinding onto his face without a care in the world.

"Haahh- Yuuta, fuck! Cumming, cumming!"

"Me too pretty- me too- fuck! Don't stop-" Both moaning messes on the edge, you doubled down on your efforts- and so did he. Your grip on his dick was perfectly aggressive, bobbing up and down while your tongue explored the veins that lined his pretty cock, switching from that to sucking hard, focusing on the head. He deepened the thrusts of his fingers, your g-spot being hit every time he curled them, pairing it with the mind-blowing feeling of his lips enclosed on your clit, sucking it expertly- he knew you too well, back to front, and he was using it to his advantage- he knew how much you liked the feeling.

Nonetheless, you both came at the same, striking you in unison. His warm semen spilled deep into your throat, feeling it spurt ropes as it filled your mouth, not caring as you swallowed it down with pride, savoring the taste of him on your tongue. It twitched at the kitten licks you gave when making sure he got it all out- stopping once you had heard him aggressively panting. Keeping on until the pleasure started to sting, Yuuta cleaned you up by sticking his tongue in your overflowing entrance, overstimulating you while grabbing your thighs tightly to make sure you wouldn't be able to get up while he was finishing his meal, making you squirm and plead for him to let up.

Finally letting his hold loosen, you were both coming down from your high, slow, and succumbing to the tiredness as the adrenaline was coming down. Your eyes threatened to shut, spooked back open by Yuuta's gentle hands lifting you fully off of him and comfortably onto the bed below you.

He kissed your forehead, smiling lazily at you- gaining the same look back as you cupped his cheeks, pulling him back in for another. Unable to resist his beautiful face, you relished in his beauty as you brought him back up to get a clear view and gaze into his breathtaking eyes.

"Yuuta- thank you. Love you."

Smothering you with kisses at the proclamation, he was giddy- quick to say it back.

"Love you too, pretty. Love my girl, forever."

Safe to say you called into work that morning- too tired, and a little sore- might've been from the couple more rounds you had after the first.

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[sunshine-and-moonshine]

Cod - You use the safeword

Requested: Yes [hiii i’m actually dying for angry sex with the 141 boys/könig where the reader uses their safe word (i am not at all projecting my need to feel protected/cared for that is ridiculous.) (yes i am.)]

Warnings: A smidge of angst but mostly just some soft boys taking care of you

A/N: In which I reach the tag limit for the first time

Price

Price isn’t surprised when you use your safe word, having already been observing the way you seemed to be gradually getting more and more uncomfortable and stressed. So he pulls away without a fuss, shushing you softly as he wraps you up in a blanket, leaving the room only to come back a moment later with some tea and snacks to help you get your energy back. He’ll gently cup your cheeks in his big hands, pressing soft kisses to your forehead and shoulders as he tells you how good you did for him.

Gaz

Gaz is definitely surprised when you use your safeword, and his poor pleasure drunk mind literally doesn’t comprehend anything for a moment, so he’s frozen above you, brows furrowed as he tries to remember what that word meant again. But then it finally clicks with him and he’s so gentle as he pulls out, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead as he turns you both to be laying on your sides, your head tucked under his chin as he rubs up and down your back to soothe you.

Ghost

A pause, then a nod and a grunt before he’s pulling back. He’s more than a bit unsure of what to do. He knows he should comfort you but he doesn’t know how exactly to do that so he simply stands up and grabs a rag and a warm bowl of water, his hands oh so gentle as he helps clean you up. Anything you ask for, you’ll get it. Your wish is his command. Whatever snack, drink, or action you want, he’ll provide.

Soap

Soap is startled by your use of your safe word, giving you a look that resembled a concerned puppy as he carefully pulled away, his eyes carefully examining you for any physical injuries. If he finds any, he’ll never forgive himself. He’ll hold it over his own head forever. But if there isn’t any then he’s relieved, massaging your thighs and then your back, kissing at the back of your neck.

Alejandro

Alejandro blinks, stilling above you, voice gentle and soothing as he asks you to repeat yourself. He hums when you do, pressing sweet kisses on your face as he asks you what you need from him. He’s so gentle with you now, murmuring sweet things in Spanish in your ears, holding you to his ever warm body, firm but loose enough that you could wiggle away if you became uncomfortable.

Rudy

Rudy looks at you with concern when you utter your safeword, asking you repeatedly if you’re alright as he helps you get clean with a warm washcloth, nuzzling his nose against your cheek. Rudy will probably set up your favorite movie and get a variety of snacks for you to enjoy as you both wind down, his head in your lap as he keeps glancing up to check on you every few minutes.

König

König jolts away like he’s been burned, apologies already on his lips as he cups your face in his hands, his eyes wide and puppy-like, already letting himself be guilt tripped by the voices in his head. If you try and reassure him then he just feels guilty, shaking his head as he kisses your knuckles and palms before getting up to get you some comfy pajamas and then orders your favorite take out.

#call of duty #cod #mwii #mw2 #call of duty mwii #cod mwii #cod mw2 #call of duty mw2 #John price #john price x reader #Kyle garrick #kyle garrick x reader #kyle gaz garrick #Kyle gaz garrick x reader #Simon riley #simon riley x reader #Simon ghost riley #Simon ghost riley x reader #john mactavish #john mactavish x reader #john soap mactavish #john soap mctavish x reader #Alejandro Vargas #alejandro vargas x reader #Rodolfo parra #rodolfo parra x reader #Rudy parra #rudy parra x reader #König #König x reader

[tiredcreatur3]

toji fucking you in a pillow fort please 😘

“b-be careful!” you’d whimper out, watching the male get into the pillow fort all clumsily as he was trying to make his wide shoulders fit in the entrance, having you worried that the effort you put into it would come to waste.

“don’t worry baby, i got this, see?” he’d chuckle after being able to sit down next to you, it being quite spacious actually, just the opening was a lil too tight for toji but he managed to fit in alright.

and after watching a movie or two and eating some snacks, the two of you began to make out after few lil innocent kisses, having the older rub at your tits and pussy through your undies, your legs falling apart the second his hands touched your body.

his fingers would find their way into your panties, slipping under the lining of them, rubbing at your sensitive lil nub, kissing you hungrily yet so carefully, trying his best not to move too much so he wouldn’t ruin the pillow fort you put so much effort into building.

fitting one, then two and then three of his fingers inside your sweet lil cunt, he thrusted them in and out swiftly, having you curled up in his arms, your small hands gripping on his forearm that was wrapped around you, panties long gone slipped off and shirt pushed up, nipples all hard and red from the male’s rough hands playing with them.

your legs curling and shaking on the soft blankets you set on the floor so the space in the fort was as comfy as possible, so fucking wet and out of it that you could barely think, cuddling up to the older, clinging onto him like a tick.

he curled his fingers inside your little hungry pussy, watching them go in and out, listening to those wet sounds and your quiet shaky sighs.

“i want you inside me..” you let out, looking up to the male, breath all messed up.

“but what if i mess up the fort honey? you put so much effort into it, i can’t do that to you.” he whispered softly to you, carefully running his fingers through your hair, obviously teasing you, stroking your warm insides nice and deep.

“you h-have to be careful and fuck me here right now, okay?” you said, kissing the male, whining against his lips, holding your legs back nicely.

and oh, he could never say no to you, of course. not when you were adorable like that, all needy for his dick, begging him to show it in and fuck you raw just like that, surrounded by the softest blankets and pillows y’all had, knowing you must’ve felt safer and better than ever which turned him the fuck on.

seeing you tense up and then go completely limp under him after he pushes his cock inside you would always be his favorite thing to see, shirt hunched up, tits bouncing up and down as you held your legs back and he fucked you hard, yet being careful enough not to mess up the fort so you wouldn’t be sad afterwards.

“i’m gonna cum t-to.. i’m gonna fuckin’ cum.” you cried out, staring up at the older, all of this turning you on so fucking bad, feeling so safe and sound yet nasty and perverted for the cute idea of having a lil movie night date gone to the male fucking you like a slut.

safe to say that the fort lasted even after three rounds of fucking but toji getting out in the morning unfortunately was the breaker point.

#toji x y/n #jjk toji #toji x you #toji fushiguro smut #toji smut #anime

[myfanfic-urfantrash]

More A/B/O Honkai Star Rail: During Ruts and Heats

Characters: Blade, Jing Yuan, Welt, and Luocha as Alphas.

CW: nsfw, omegaverse

A/N: *sees notes* y'all love a/b/o too huh? Good because I will continue and now it's spicy :3c

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Blade

During his rut he gets possessive and tends to bite more.

Pinning his omega from behind teeth sunk into their scent glands or shoulder as he ruts into them barely pulling out before thrusting back in.

If he's not in the mood or has calmed down enough he'll just hold his omega close and never let them leave to get up for anything. And I mean anything, even to the bathroom where he might follow and sit outside the door like a cat.

During heats he's there for his omega to use as they please even if that includes not having "fun" and just cuddling only.

Makes it his mission to keep his omega well hydrated and fed during both, though he tends to be more aggressive about it during his ruts as he's hyper focused on them and a bit out of it.

While eating he tends to loom over them and or set them on his lap making sure they eat every bite before he decides to take a bite himself. This gets more intense when he's in his rut since all his attention is on them and only them.

Always gathers his most recently used bed sheets for his omega to use and if his clothes are clean he'll add those to the pile. Doesn't help build the nest but rather stands by watching them prep everything and handing whatever they want their way and or scenting anything they ask.

During ruts he practically stares holes into them until they give him permission to enter the nest or until they join him in his bed.

Jing Yuan

Patient while in rut and during heats even if he should be losing his cool he somehow gets even cooler? He might look calm but he's anything but, if one looks into his eyes they'd know they're about to be devoured

Doesn't go fast but he does go hard, pulling out all the way before thrusting back in. He finds some enjoyment in keeping himself restrained even when he's begged to go faster. Doesn't bite as much as you'd think as he's more focused on eating his omega out rather than staking his claim again.

Preps his room way before his rut or their heat starts, always let's people know not to disturb him unless the world is ending because he won't be leaving their nest or his bed for anything.

His bed is large enough to hold himself and Mimi so it's the perfect place to build the comfy nest of their dreams, he helps building it by providing all the pillows and soft clothes he can and scenting each one thoroughly.

Since he preps before hand there's easy filling meals ready so they can just eat their favorites in peace without disruptions and get back to... "business".

If he's not feeling up for it or they aren't either he'll just cuddle them and sleep telling them stories about his day or asking silly questions to get them to focus away from any pain his omega may be feeling.

Welt

Old man can get it but he has trouble staying energized enough for his omega so he let's toys help while he takes a break or if he's not up for it.

Loves watching them enjoy themselves as he fiddles with the vibrator control and adjusting the thrusts of the dildo to make them happy

Honestly prefers cuddling more during both because he's grown and can control himself, plus he enjoys just laying there enjoying his omega scent and keeping them safe, warm, and well fed.

Spends good chunks of his time during both just pampering his omega and fulfilling their needs and taking pride in doing so. After all no one takes good care of them like he does. A definite confidence booster.

Let's them borrow his clothes to wear and brings his own blankets to their nest so they can snuggle under his thermal sheets. He gets cold easy so this is practically heaven for him.

Luocha

Since he travels a lot he tries to schedule his dealings to be finished before his rut and their heat starts. If he can't manage that he'll always cut his own ruts off with medication and provide the best room he can find for his omega to enjoy.

Honestly doesn't care for his ruts as he dislikes being out of control of his own body but he doesn't mind spending them with his omega since they're willing to take care of him as he does them. Prefers cuddling over anything else during his ruts but he'll cave into desire if he's started sucking on their scent glands.

He doesn't bite too much during this but won't lift his head from their neck as he tries to get as much of their scent as possible. His thrusts are fast paced but not sloppy. Though when he eats them out he is as sloppy as can be as he drowns himself in their scent.

If he's present during their heat he's at their beck and call. Need water? Here's a fresh glass. Need something to eat? He just finished making them a hearty meal. Need him inside? Well...he'll see what he can do.

Always makes sure to give them freshly scented clothes and blankets to use regardless of if he's met with other people or not, he just wants them to smell him and only him. Doesn't interfere with nest building but does comment here and there how nice everything looks or how well they're doing.

Edited: 2/16/2024

#gender neutral reader #honkai star rail x reader #honkai star rail a/b/o #luocha x reader #welt x reader #blade x reader #jing yuan x reader

[coffe-book-club]

⋆｡‧˚ʚ sweet headcanons ɞ˚‧｡⋆

info: bill kaulitz x fem! reader

disclaimers: none in particular, just super sweet and fluff headcanons.

✧ bill loves physical contact, he likes walking with you hand in hand or arm in arm. he likes to gently caress your face and loves hugs madly. if you let him, he would spend most of his time in your arms. they make him feel safe and protected.

✧ his favorite dates are the ones where you are at your house or his house, this makes no difference to him. to prepare some biscuits, and then stay under the warm blankets, cuddled up to each other on the comfy and cozy sofa in front of the television. watching a movie, a sitcom or gilmore girls. munching on the biscuits you have prepared, which are sometimes slightly hard due to overcooking.

✧ in the evening when you are together, one of his absolute favorite things is to do skin care with you. he likes the feeling of the soft brush passing over his face.

✧ you are his comfort person. he's completely comfortable with you and loves when you sit on his thighs and put makeup on his face or run the straightener through his long, soft black hair.

✧ bill is a very sweet and generous guy, he would do anything for you. when you go out together you can't even say that you like something, that he buys it for you immediately. he doesn't care if you tell him that you don't actually need it or that he shouldn't spend money on you, he only does this because he wants to see you happy.

✧ a favorite thing of yours is spending entire afternoons in his bedroom or yours. drinking hot herbal teas, having long gossips and painting each other's nails.

✧ since bill loves physical contact, when you sleep together his face is always resting on your chest or vice versa. with your arms wrapped around your bodies and your legs tangled together.

✧ if bill wakes up before you (which rarely happens lmao) he always makes you breakfast. a good coffee with milk or iced coffee, with soft and warm pancakes or a slice of apple pie with brown sugar and cinnamon on top.

hii ☕ how are you? yesterday afternoon i went to the christmas markets with my best friend, and in addition to having bought ‘vladimir nabokov's lolita’ i also bought a sort of bauble for the christmas tree, in the shape of lollipop with a gingerbread man and a bell. it's too cute! 😩🫶🏻 i've also started rewatching gilmore girls, it's my comfort series. i apologize in advance for any spelling or grammatical errors, but english is not my native language. xoxo flo.

#tokio hotel #bill kaulitz #bill kaulitz fluff #bill kaulitz x reader #headcanons #fluff

[jellalism]

Diluc x GN!Reader fic: In safe hands

You are having a depressive episode. Diluc takes care of you.

Word count: 1018

Genre: Comfort

Content warnings: Depression, not wanting to eat, and anti-natalist thinking (i.e. thinking it is better not to be born).

Notes: First published on AO3 a year and a half ago. Thought I'd finally post it on here, too.

Read below or on AO3.

You sit on the couch of the Dawn Winery Manor. Knees up, nestled under a blanket, staring into space. Comfy, but you’re not happy. It isn’t that anything is particularly wrong, but you’ve been feeling down today. The whole week, really. It’s just one of those episodes you have every once in a while. You know you’ll get through it, but that doesn’t make it any easier to bear. On the worst days, you can barely drag yourself out of bed, eating is a chore, and doing any actual work is an impossible task. Today is perhaps not that bad, but not much better either. Add to that, the terrible boredom. If you had anything to distract yourself with, it might be bearable – but what do you do if your very diversions seem insurmountable tasks themselves? You sigh.

“y/n?” Diluc stands in the middle of the room, taking his coat off. You hadn’t even noticed him coming in.

“Hey,” you say. You wish you could be more outwardly enthusiastic, but you’re too sapped of energy. Inwardly, though, you are quite happy to see him.

“I see you are not doing so well.” He pauses, then walks up to you, bends over, and kisses your forehead. “Hold on, I will make you some tea.”

You murmur a word of thanks, but probably too softly for him to hear as he leaves the room. He could just have one of the servants make the tea, but he prefers to care for you with his own hands. Besides, his expertise doesn’t only pertain alcoholic drinks. He knows the exact right way to make tea, too. None of the servants’ tea can match the Master’s.

You listen to Diluc making noises in the kitchen, as he left the door open. Bringing the water to a boil, measuring the amount of tea, taking the pot from the cabinet – all the while humming a soft tune. Diluc has told you before that humming is an indispensable part of making good tea. You have your doubts, but have no reason to complain; you’re quite content listening to his song. Diluc isn’t free of his own demons, but he can get into the tasks at hand and lose himself in it, which allows him to hum in such a carefree way.

After a couple of minutes, Diluc returns, carrying a tray. On it, a pot of tea, two cups, and… a croissant. Why must he be so perceptive? you wonder. He definitely noticed you haven’t eaten – it is like a sixth sense he has. Diluc places the tray on the table and, without a word, starts pouring the tea. Then he puts one cup in front of you, giving you a smile and a wink. The second cup he places next to yours, and then he seats himself next to you on the couch. His arm goes over your shoulder and pulls you closer to him. You relax, leaning against his body. It’s warm, comfortably warm. You close your eyes.

“Tell me what is on your mind.”

You are silent for a moment, collecting your thoughts. “I don’t know,” you start softly. Diluc murmurs an encouraging sound. Still trying to find the right words, you continue: “Sometimes I just feel so down without an apparent reason. And once I’m that way, the negative thoughts come pouring in, to keep me held down. I fear that I’m never gonna be alright. That I’m not worthy of love. That I’ve misled people into loving me, because if they truly knew me, they wouldn’t stick around. That it'd be better for everyone if I were never born.”

“I respectfully disagree, my love.” Diluc replied. “You are… quite someone, you know? There is no need to be afraid that people would cower at the sight of the ‘real you’. I have been with you for some time, and you have bared your soul. And I am still here, remember? I love you with all your insecurities and wounds, all your mistakes and the things you think are imperfections. I have seen all of you, and I am ‘sticking around’. I love you, and I love being with you.”

A single tear runs over your cheek. “Thank you,” you say. The response feels inadequate, but you can’t quite put your feelings into words. “That means a lot,” you add, turning to face him. He smiles at you in a loving way. His right arm still wrapped around your shoulders, he brings his left hand to your face, holding your chin. His touch is ever so gentle, like you’re a beautiful yet fragile flower. You close your eyes as he leans in. His lips touch yours, press upon them with reservation betraying unparalleled devotion. He tastes like apple cider, with that slight taste of cinnamon.

As the kiss comes to an end, Diluc doesn’t lean back, but rather embraces you tightly. “You mean a lot to me,” he murmurs in your ear. “Don’t you ever forget that.”

You make no sound, letting yourself melt in his arms. They are so warm, so safe. Diluc breath tickles your neck.

After a while, Diluc lets go of the embrace, though one of his hands searches yours and holds it. With the other hand, he reaches for the plate with the croissant and picks it up. “Eat something, sweetheart.” You look at the pastry with aversion. Diluc doesn’t fail to notice. “I know you do not want to, but I do not wish to see you neglect your body. If you cannot do it for yourself, do it for me, alright?” He looks at you imploringly and softly squeezes your hand.

“Alright.” You remove your hand from his hold, take the croissant from the plate and take a small bite.

“Good,” Diluc mumbles under his breath. His now-freed hand goes to your head, and starts playing with your hair. “It’s so soft.”

As you slowly eat the pastry, Diluc continues his play with your hair. His fingers are so delicate, so careful. If it’s under his care, eating isn’t all that bad, you suppose.

Notes

Thanks for reading! I really enjoy reading your comments, whether that's as an actual comment or just your reactions in the tags of a reblog. So if you enjoyed, please leave a comment!

#genshin impact #diluc x reader #genshin x reader #diluc #diluc ragnvindr #diluc x gn!reader #diluc x you #genshin x you #genshin x gn!reader #my writing

[absolutebl]

Top 10 Cozy BLs!

Our Dating Sim made me realize we have a new sub genre of BLs happening right now: the cozy BL. 

I decided to invent/identify/name this new BL category because... I can. I crowd sourced (here in the hellhole) opinions of how to define it and what should go on it. The collective brainstormed and elected the following qualifications: 

low angst 

low stakes 

high domesticity 

a central relationship that is more cute than anything else

extra points for found family

AKA BLs that make you feel happy and comfortable. 

These BLs leave you feeling warm and safe, like a hot water bottle. I will list them in order of my personal preference when in the mood for “cozy.”

1. Our Dating Sim 

(Korea, Viki) 

Did I create this list for this show? Yes I did. It defines this category. It is a very low stakes, high domesticity, extremely warm and gentle second chance at love office romance. 

This is a fuzzy blanket of a story that perfectly suited KBL’s short-length tendencies. The pacing is... muuuuuah... chef’s kiss. 

2. Seven Days 

(Japan, grey in 2 parts Seven Days: Monday - Thursday | Seven Days - Friday - Sunday) 

 Popular first year Seiryo has a policy of going out with any girl who asks… for one week. On a lark, third year Yuzuru tests to see if that policy also applies to boys. Seiryo agrees that it does. Along the way they accidentally fall in love. Possibly my favorite BL of all time. It’s very gentle with us and its characters while still having that Japanese emo edge to it. 

A master class in quite yet riveting cinema. 

What, you doubted me? OF COURSE it’s on the list

3. My School President

(Thailand, YouTube)

GMMTV gave us a classic high school set Thai BL with tropes like messy boys singing their feelings that made this one Love Sick for the modern age with all the gentle sweetness and pining ache, but none of the dated damaging tropes or issues. Yes, we’ve seen it all before, but I still ADORED this, and that’s partly what makes it so comforting. Who let my BL be this wholesome and funny? 

4. See You After Quarantine?

(Taiwan, Viki) 

Be you never expected lockdown to be comforting? This under appreciated gem is Taiwan’s answer to Gameboys and is just as charming and adorable yet still as quintessentially Taiwanese as one might hope. It features a Japanese love interest and the cutest most confused disaster gay. Slow burn because the two have almost no actual screen time together and yet manage some truly amazing chemistry plus sweetly caring and earnest. Honestly how does Taiwan do it?

5. Ingredients 

(Thailand, YouTube) 

At the time (during lockdown) many of us referred to this as our “emotional support grocery store advertisement.” If all you want is two soft boys being domestic, cooking together, cuddling on the couch, cat sitting, and babysitting - just put this on and be comfy.

6. What Did You Eat Yesterday?

(Japan, grey) 

Basically the grown up version of Ingredients. Emotionally repressed, grumpy, salary man shows his hair dresser husband his love by cooking amazing meals. That’s it, that’s the whole show. There some queer fam drama, and blood-fam coming out drama, but mostly is husbands cooking and eating together and it’s great. Is it BL? Not really. Do we care? Not really. 

7. The New Employee

(Korea, Viki) 

This one is queer comfort, explicitly. If you aren’t queer you might not find it as warm and engaging. A near pitch perfect office BL with conflict derived from that setting. Also featuring found family and a lesbian bestie. Sweet & innocent (and out) Seung Hyun scores the office internship of his dreams. On his first day at work he gets into it with his cool reserved (and also v gay) boss. 

As you do. 

But things get romantic pretty darn quickly. 

As you gay. 

8. En of Love: Tossera & Future the series

(Thailand, YouTube) 

Tossera = Younger boy wants to court older boy and does and… that’s it. No really that’s the WHOLE STORY. There is actually no angst, drama, or, indeed plot. But are they the softest bois ever to BL as a main couple? Yes, yes they are.

Future is... exactly the same thing. 

Are we mad about it? 

Nope. 

9. Oxygen 

(Thailand, YouTube) 

Softest seme in the universe sings his affection to the older boy at the cafe. Let the slow burn courting commence. Oxygen uses every BL trope in the playbook for one of the gentlest lowest angst BLs ever made. It’s a hyung romance (younger boy courts older boy) but very very earnest about it. Am I biased? Sure. This is probably one of my biggest comfort watches. 

10. Our Dining Table 

(Japan, Gaga)

Lonely salaryman and talented cook gets accidentally adopted by a college kid and his little brother. It’s a quiet cozy little parable of found family alleviating loneliness. Possibly too slow for some but definitely high up there for me with the best of what Japan can do (like Restart After Come Back Home), it’s only flaw (if I dare say such a thing) is that it is not really “romantic.” Lovely & sweet but the romance beats are being used to build a family relationship, not just couple intimacy, it’s OK with me, but not totally BL.

For me one of the hallmarks of cozy BL is that as a chronic rewatcher I find myself starting to rewatch these ones even as they are still airing. Oxygen was an icon of this (also my first watch-along and the reason I realized I really had a passion for BL)

Shorts

Summerdaze - Singapore & Korea, YouTube

The 8.2 Second Rule - Japan, YouTube 

A First Love Story - Korea, YouTube 

Some More - Korea, Gaga 

Quite a few other Strongberry offerings.

More like this?

Top 10 Most Romantic BLs for Valentine’s Day

Top 20 Softest Couples in BL

Top 10 Cutest BLs

Fluffy Sweet Soft Thai BL

10 BLs Best Enjoyed with Hot Tea & a Roaring Fire

MOAR RECS?

From the blog comments. If I agree I gave it a description. 

Boys Lockdown (YouTube) - actually on this list because it go so many votes by everyone else, I haven’t watched it. 

My Ride (GaGa) - Thai BL grew up with this pulp - a truly lovely and special little show featuring the extremely rare pairing of sunshine/sunshine AKA a cinnamon roll couple. Mature explorations of relationships using one of the softest, sweetest and most innocent friends to lovers vehicles. Kindly, overworked doctor meets broken-hearted motorcycle taxi driver in an “other side of the tracks” slow burn romance. The support cast is excellent, making for great friendship groups and family dynamics. With honest queer rep that adds to, but doesn’t impede the story, and genuine conversation about the nature of class, wealth, and classism, not to mention communication, honesty, and respect for boundaries, you can’t go wrong with this show. In other news, I am a sucker for a single dimple. Full review.

Takara-kun to Amagi-kun (Viki & Gaga) - yes, high school angst but so sweet about it. Review here.

2 Moons 3 Ambassador (grey) - I love this odd little pulp, it’s oddly satisfying for all it’s awkward cheese-fest. Maybe that is why I like it. Review here.

21 Days Theory (YouTube) 

About Youth (Gaga) - A truly lovely little coming of age high school BL with a classic YA low drama but high angst and an earnest depth. Full review here.

Ai no Kotodama (Gaga) 

Be Loved In House: I Do (Viki) 

Cherry Blossoms After Winter (Viki warning dub con) - it’s here because a lot of people (like me) love it, but there are objections. Review here.

Cherry Magic (Japan, indie subbed) AKA Doutei dato Mahoutsukai ni narerurashii - the sweetest, fluffiest, most charming bit of adorable ever, full of found family and pastry and serious slapstick, the characters are utter spazzes, but so cute about it. Still that aspect makes me a little tense so I don’t find it as cozy as others do.  

Craving You (Viki) 

Destiny Seeker (grey) - see 2 Moons Ambassador 

DNA Says Love You (Gaga) - particularly the last few episodes. 

La Cuisine (GaGa) - sweet and kind of pure show, and like Thai desserts perhaps requires too much patience for a layperson. Because of the pacing and the focus on the bad girl character, I did dock it. But if you like stuff in the Oxygen vein, then this show is for you, and far better than most Thai BL pulps. That said, I suspect that I enjoyed it more than many would. Full review. 

Meet Me Outside (Gaga) 

Meow Ears Up (Gaga) 

Mr. Heart (Viki) 

Mr. Unlucky has no Choice but to Kiss (Viki) 

Nitiman (Thailand YouTube) - This Thai BL pulp had sympathetic characters, a solid tsundere uke redemption arc, and a fantastic pining seme who yearned without bullying, grooming, or gaslighting. Plus when they were together, they were ridiculously soft. But it also had a realistic portrayal of university life, bisexual awakening, and friendship groups. Ending is okay but a victim of lockdown.

Old Fashion Cupcake (Viki) 

Ocean Likes Me (Viki) 

Roommates of 304 (Viki) 

Wish You (Korea - Netflix or Viki, you want the movie version) AKA Wish You: Your Melody in My Heart - low stakes high pining romance about a pianist who falls in love with a busker who is on his way to being the next big idol.

There was quite a lively discussion coming up with this list, since everyone defines cozy differently but I am not alone in my top 10 choices, these mostly got the most votes. 

(source)

#cozy bl #comforting bl #sweet bl #kind bl #soft bl #bl that won't hurt you #low stakes bl #high domesticity bl #Strongberry #Our Dining Table #Japanese bl #JBL #live action yaoi #Oxygen the series #Future the series #Thai BL #en of Love: Tossera #The New Employee #korean bl #What Did You Eat Yesterday? #Ingredients the series #JeffGame #Taiwanese bl #rakutan viki #See You After Quarantine? #GMMTV #My School President #Seven Days - Friday - Sunday #Seven Days: Monday - Thursday #Our Dating Sim

[bradshawsbaby]

baby’s first christmas

pairing: rhett abbott x wife!reader

author’s note: based on this sweet prompt from @lostinthefandoms11! it’s a “one year later” follow up to the christmas gift, though it can also be read on its own.

warnings: mentions of pregnancy and breastfeeding, lots of fluffiness, rhett being the best husband and girl dad ever ♥️

You’d had a lot of wonderful Christmas mornings throughout your life, mornings that were full of magic and wonder and an indescribable joy that you could never quite put your finger on, but that only seemed to come around that one time of year.

This Christmas morning put all those other wonderful mornings to shame.

Opening your eyes slowly, bundled cozily under the warmth of not one, not two, but three heavy blankets, you immediately noticed the way the pale morning light was streaming into the bedroom, casting scattered beams across the scarred wooden floor. It had snowed heavily last night, and you could tell without even lifting your head that the frost had piled up on the windowpanes, creating a scene so picturesque, it could have been featured on the front of one of the Christmas cards your parents sold in their general store. Cheek pressed against your pillow, you gazed at the space beside you in the bed that had never felt quite so comfy as it did in that moment. It was empty, but you knew from the way the bed dipped by your feet that you weren’t alone.

A slow smile spread across your face as you heard the soft rumblings of your husband’s voice, raspy from sleep and so deep that it instantly turned your insides to molasses. You loved his voice, loved listening to him no matter what it was he was saying, but you especially loved to listen to him when he was talking to your little girl.

The two of them must have woken up just moments before you, judging from the conversation Rhett was carrying on.

“Did you sleep good, baby girl?” Rhett was asking, his voice filled with so much tenderness that you felt an almost painful yearning start blooming in your chest. “Must have, huh? You didn’t make one peep. Me and your mama really appreciate that, you know, gettin’ to sleep through the night and all that. You passed right out at Grandma and Grandpa’s house last night. And you didn’t even have any of Grandpa’s eggnog,” he murmured quietly. “Lucky you,” he added in a whisper, making an exaggerated noise of disgust.

You bit back a laugh at that, not wanting Rhett to know you were awake yet. You just wanted to revel in this precious, unfiltered moment between your husband and daughter for a few moments longer.

Shifting your head slightly, you turned your gaze towards the end of the bed, where Rhett was sitting with your four-month-old daughter ensconced safely in his strong arms. His back was turned towards you, so you knew you were safe to look on without him spotting you. Evidently he’d stripped off the flannel pajama shirt you’d purchased for him at some point during the night, because he was now shirtless, the only sign of this year’s matching Christmas pajamas the plaid pants that were slung low around his waist. You rolled your eyes, amused as always by your husband’s disdain for the Christmas jammies tradition you were determined to maintain.

Thankfully, your daughter didn’t yet seem to have such qualms. Though you could only see her tiny feet from this angle, squirming enthusiastically in her daddy’s arms, you were happy to observe that she was still sporting her plaid Christmas onesie. She let out a soft coo that instantly warmed your heart with the intense love that had been taking your breath away on a constant basis since the moment of her birth.

“I know,” Rhett nodded, as if your baby girl had just told him something of the utmost importance. You could tell from the angle of his arm that he was letting her hold onto his finger, one of her favorite pastimes. “Snow on your first Christmas. Aren’t you a lucky little lady? I mean, it is Wyoming, so it does snow here most Christmases. But not always, so you’re real lucky to have a genuine white Christmas this time around. Your mama will be real happy. She wants you to have a perfect Christmas, baby girl. That’s why she put you in these horrible pajamas.”

You fought the urge to kick him.

“Nah, I’m just messin’. Don’t tell her I told you that,” he whispered conspiratorially. He was quiet for a moment, sighing contentedly as he rocked your tiny daughter in his arms. “I love you so much, you know that? You and your mama. I don’t need any presents under the tree because I have the two of you. Did you know that last Christmas is when your mama told me about you? You were still in her belly then, but you were the greatest gift I’ve ever been given in my life. You still are, Ruthie.”

Tears trickled out of your eyes and leaked into your pillow as you lay there and listened to your husband’s sweet words of love and affection. You thought it wasn’t possible to love him any more than you already did, but that was before you had seen him become a father. The way he loved Ruth took your breath away.

Your daughter’s name had been Rhett’s idea. Not long after the two of you had learned that you were carrying a girl, he’d crawled into bed one night and wrapped his arms around you, kissing your neck.

“I’ve been thinking some more about baby names,” he told you, picking up a conversation you’d been having on and off for a couple weeks. “What about Ruth?”

“Ruth?” you repeated, mulling the name over in your mind. You liked it, but it wasn’t one you had been expecting Rhett to suggest.

“Yeah, you know, like Baby Ruth,” Rhett grinned, running a hand over your rounded belly.

“Rhett, we can’t name our baby after a candy bar,” you rolled your eyes in response, smirking.

“Well, Ruth also means ‘compassionate friend.’ Isn’t that a good thing?” At your raised eyebrows, he admitted, “Okay, so I was flipping through that baby names book of yours. Anyway, what do you think?”

“Hmm, Ruth Abbott,” you murmured contemplatively, tapping your chin. “Ruth Abbott.” You loved the idea of your daughter having the same initials as her daddy—R.A. “I like it,” you smiled.

“Really?” Rhett asked, beaming. He looked so proud of himself that you would have gladly named your baby after any candy bar that he wanted.

So Ruth Abbott your baby girl was. Or Ruthie, as everyone liked to affectionately call her.

Ruth suddenly let out a loud yawn, which was all the funnier for how small she was. Rhett started chuckling, lowering his head to press a kiss to her forehead. “Too early for you, baby girl? I’m surprised we’re both up before your mama. She loves Christmas morning.”

Grinning, you decided to finally make your presence known.

“I’m awake,” you laughed, nudging him with your foot from under the blankets.

Turning around, Rhett raised an eyebrow and grinned down at you. “Oh, so you are, honeybee. Good mornin’.”

“Good morning,” you smiled, sitting up in bed and leaning over to press a kiss to his bare shoulder. “Merry Christmas.”

“Merry Christmas,” Rhett murmured softly, dropping a kiss on the top of your head.

“Merry Christmas, my angel,” you cooed, brushing your fingers against your daughter’s silky smooth cheek.

“Ruthie and I have been very impatiently waiting for you to wake up,” Rhett told you, his lips twitching in amusement as he looked at you.

“Oh, yeah? Just desperate to get downstairs and tear open all those presents?” you teased, stroking your daughter’s soft head.

“I mean, Ruthie is, yeah. She was just telling me,” Rhett joked, winking at you.

“Mhm, sure,” you smirked, resting your other hand on your husband’s back as you tilted your head up to press a kiss to his lips. “Cold out there with the snow,” you whispered against his mouth. “You better put your shirt back on.”

Rhett groaned, rolling his eyes. “See, Ruthie? What did I tell you about Mama and her awful Christmas pajamas?”

“She loves her Christmas jammies. Don’t you, Ruthie?” you asked, gazing down at your smiling baby. “You’re outnumbered, babe,” you told Rhett.

Letting out an exaggerated sigh, Rhett hung his head. “I guess I am.”

Ruth, your usually happy, smiley baby, suddenly began squirming more forcefully in Rhett’s arms, her face scrunching up and soft cries beginning to emanate from her throat.

“Uh-oh, looks like someone might be hungry,” Rhett said, shifting on the bed so that was he facing you more fully.

You nodded, already feeling your breasts, swollen and heavy with milk, starting to leak at the sound of your daughter’s cries. “Time for someone’s Christmas breakfast,” you grinned, opening up your pajama shirt before taking Ruth into your arms.

“You get her all fed, honeybee, and I’ll get things set up downstairs,” Rhett said as he climbed off the bed, kissing your forehead and gently stroking the back of your daughter’s head as she latched onto your nipple and began suckling hungrily.

“Don’t forget your shirt!” you called out as he began moving towards the door. You couldn’t help but laugh out loud as he let out another pained sigh before snatching up his flannel shirt and slipping it over his head.

“I should make this your Christmas present,” he teased, shooting you another wink before ducking out of your bedroom.

“Daddy’s so silly, but he’s never going to win this one,” you cooed down to your baby girl in a sing-song voice as she nursed.

You enjoyed the several moments of quiet bonding time with your daughter, rocking her gently in your arms as she drank her fill of milk. When she finally pulled off, a bit of milk dribbling down her chin, her eyes looked heavy and her tiny mouth was hanging open.

Laughing, you carefully lifted her onto your shoulder and patted her back. “Someone’s a little milk drunk, huh?” you joked, smoothing out her onesie. “But we don’t want to keep Daddy waiting,” you grinned, kissing the side of her head. “Let’s get downstairs.”

As you began carrying Ruth down the stairs, you smiled brightly at the smell of freshly brewed coffee and the sound of the Christmas album Rhett had apparently set up on the old record player you’d found at a thrift store not far outside of Wabang. Walking into the living room, you beamed at the sight of the Christmas tree, twinkling brightly in the morning light.

“There are my two girls,” Rhett grinned, his words making your stomach flip pleasantly and settling around you like a cozy blanket. “What do you think, Ruthie? How’s your first Christmas morning?” he asked, scooping your baby girl into his arms, supporting her head carefully. At her wide yawn, he chuckled. “That good, huh?”

You giggled, going to grab one of her blankets from the small bassinet in the corner of the room. “The milk was just too good this morning,” you teased playfully, handing your husband the blanket to wrap around you daughter.

“Hey, I get it. I like Mama’s boobies, too,” Rhett nodded.

“Rhett Abbott!” you gasped, fighting back laughter as you smacked his arm.

“What? I do,” Rhett winked, causing your cheeks to warm in pleasure despite yourself.

“Your daddy is fresh,” you told Ruth, shaking your head as you smiled. “Want me to go get the coffee?” you asked, shifting your focus to your husband.

Rhett nodded, settling down on the sofa with the baby. “Should be ready,” he told you, peppering your daughter’s face with soft kisses.

You prepared two steaming mugs of coffee—yours with cream and sugar, Rhett’s black—and carried them back into the living room, your heart melting at the sight of your daughter resting in your husband’s lap, her tiny hands wrapped around two of his fingers. You didn’t even realize you were standing there staring until Rhett finally looked up at you and grinned.

“Whatcha doin’ there, honeybee?” he chuckled, bouncing Ruth up and down in a gentle rhythm.

Shaking yourself out of your private little reverie, you smiled and stepped forward, setting the two mugs down on the coffee table and then curling up with your family on the couch. “Oh, nothing. Just enjoying this Christmas morning,” you explained, resting your head on your husband’s shoulder. “I think it’s the best one I’ve ever had.”

Rhett smiled at that, kissing you tenderly. “That makes two of us, honeybee.”

#rhett abbott #rhett abbott x reader #rhett x reader #x reader #x female reader #outer range #lewis pullman

[cognitosclowns]

I wanna fall asleep with these freaks 💓🥺

I am the eepiest sleepiest little guy of all time and this activated a Worm in my Brain so this is gonna get SO LONG AMSDNAMSND

sfw!! just snuggles and soft things

Reagan

Not extremely cuddly? She likes her personal space!

That doesn't mean she never wants cuddles, she's just gotta be in a particular Mood for it!

Most nights, she wants to be kinda,, gently curled into your arm?? just a loose grip around it w/ her own, cheek resting on your bicep.

She talks in her sleep, but it's very quiet. Usually it's just her going through her schedule for tmrw (does she?? dream of work in her sleep???), but occasionally, you'll hear her mumbling about how much she loves you <333

Yes, it's just as cute as it sounds. She has no memory of it in the morning, but if you bring it up, she'll get this flustered little Half-Smile alllll morning <3

She falls asleep so fast. if you wanna be cute w/ her while cozied in bed I'm so sorry, the second she feels Safe and Warm and Cozy in your vicinity she's passing out for 4-12 hours ✨✌🏻

It's alright, you know she needs her rest <3 besides, that just opens up options for you two to be soft and shmoopy in the morning

Brett

Unsurprisingly, the cuddliest guy of all time. He would be inside your ribcage if the opportunity was provided KJASDKASJD

He really likes?? laying on your chest and stomach?? he likes to be significantly further down. occasionally you'll just,, barely see his hair and the top of his forehead peaking out from the covers from how low he gets

it's just so comfy! he likes The Noises and Warmth and Vague Suffocation that comes w/ sleeping w/ his head under the covers, resting against your torso <3

He smiles so much in his sleep. you didn't think ppl did that outside of movies, but he totally does <3 usually only when he's having a particularly good dream.

OH ALSO HIS BED IS SO FUCKING COZY

I REFUSE TO BELIEVE THIS MAN DOESN'T QUILT. HE HAS SO MANY BEAUTIFUL HAND-MADE QUILTS AND BLANKETS AND KNITTED SHIT IN HIS BED. I hope you like being cozy bc you're gonna be The Coziest Of All Time.

He also sleeps with stuffed animals! He always did as a child bc his treehouse was always cold as hell, and the habit just stayed with him!

they're so well-kept and soft all these years later <3 usually he just keeps them at the foot of the bed, bc it makes him feel safe to, but occasionally he'll bring a couple up for you two to snuggle <3 You Are Never Too Old To Snuggle A Stuffed Bear Don't Like To Yourself.

Andre

A Nightmare (affectionate)

not only is his sleep schedule Entirely Batshit, but he has so much trouble falling asleep. expect lots of tossing and turning

he does settle a lot thought when you hold him!! Don't hold too close, he still needs to squirm a lot to actually fall asleep

You're also the only person that he gets a full nights sleep with <3 he usually ends up waking up in the night, his mind starts working on smth, and he doesn't go back to sleep <3 but with you, it's almost instantaneous.

A little Jump, a bit of squirming to get into a comfortable position, and then off to seeb again <3 it's nice to see just how safe he feels around you <3

Expect plenty of early morning/late night convos <3 hell even middle of the night convos, where he hasn't realised that he fell asleep and instantly hops back into Whatever He Was

He also has such a habit of. Continuing Conversations From His Dream. like he'll just grab your arm and start talking about Yes I'm Sure If We Distilled It Enough We Could Make Whiskey Out Of Lighter Fluid Myc before passing out cold MASNFASMFJ

TLDR. squirmy silly man, but also enjoyable to seeb with.

Gigi

OUGHEEEEEEEEAWBABWBAGOURGHR <- experiencing wife fevers

SO COZY HOLY SHIT

I refuse to believe she doesn't have a Big Comfy Bed. Silk covers, big thick duvet, more pillows that she knows what to do with. The bed is 3 times the size of her so when you catch her snuggled up in bed she truly just looks like those photos of Very Small Puppies in Very Large Beds MNASDMASND

So cuddly <3 you wouldn't expect it, since she makes a point of being seen as very Untouchable and Independent, but she loves to be held.

Her ideal state is nuzzled under your chin, feeling your pulse through your neck <333 a leg hooked around yours to make sure you're nice and close.

She takes a while to fall asleep, so she likes to go to bed early! Feel free to join her at any time, she'll just be dozing <3

If you do join her when she goes to bed, expect some,, very soft, lovey-dovey moments. she looks utterly adorable, all bundled up in her cozy little slightly-too-poofy nightgown and eye mask.

She Deserves 1000000 Cheek Smooches Or Else You Shall Die Of Love Disease <- her favourite part of the night. she will start giggling the moment she feels your lips on her cheeks and neck.

kisses her 1000. she's the most

Myc

HE OWNS A WATERBED I KNOW THIS FUCKING MAN OWNS A WATERBED

A FREEFLOW WATERBED TOO. NO SUPPORT IT FEELS LIKE YOU'RE FLOATING.

It's actually pretty comfortable after you get used to it. you see the appeal, it's kinda got that Sensory Deprivation Tank feeling of weightless floating <3

Expect to be utterly Mummified in tentacles AKSDJASKJ

He insists that it's so that you don't go tossing and turning in your sleep and knock his ass off the bed but. You See Through His Lies You Understand. You See The Jackassery At Play Here.

OUGHEEE he has such a habit of like. swirling his tentacles gently around your skin. Not necessarily stroking back and forth, moreso massaging? if you have any knots in your back, thighs, or arms, they're gonna be gone by morning.

Fairly quiet? That doesn't mean silent though, he absolutely talks while you two drift off to sleep, but it's all in very quiet tones. A Little Shit, But Lovingly. (you may. gently have to bop him on the head and tell him to Shut The Hell Up Its 3 Am Goddamn Not Everyone's Job Is Just Sitting Around Getting Jacked Off MANSDMASNDMANSDMN)

Glenn

He snores like a foghorn I'm so sorry. the old man of all time

If you can look past that though, he's so fucking delightful to sleep with <33 most especially bc he loves when you lay on him

he says smth about how it Helps Unfuck His Back, but you're at least 45% sure that that isn't the main reason

(and you're right, it isn't <3 he just loves feeling your weight on him)

He loves just,, leaving a hand against your back, running up and down as you settle in to sleep <33 before leaving it to rest on the small of your back <33 love is so real and true.

his tail wags in his sleep

HIS TAIL WAGS IN HIS SLEEP

HIS TAIL WAGS IN HIS SLEEP

You'll see this most when he's sleeping on his stomach, bc when he's on his back his tail can't move, and on his side Everything Hurts At All Times KAJDKASJ

You'll see it squirm around the most when you're touching him <3 if you run your hands through his hair, or trace patterns on his back that things gonna be WHIPPING like a wheatstalk in a hurricane.

^ this also applies to. early morning and late night cuddles. in the morning its more of a,, slow waggle? like you'll just see it gently twitching under the bed, while you place kisses on his cheek BAWBBABWBABW <- if I talk about his tail any more we'll never be done

just the guy of all time <3 go sleep with that old man go do it go do it now go go go go g

JR

Let Him Sleep On The Booba

Truly he sleeps best with his face buried in your chest. what can he say, it's cozy as hell.

his ideal state is being Unconscious. A Coma. Laying horizontally being fed nutrients through a tube. He will nap on you at any possible moment

It's one of the time's he feels Truly Safe? Like he's constantly having to run around doing what the Shadow Board wants, doing what Rand wants, etc. Sometimes You Just Need A Little Nap With Your Partner To Be Okay Again

He IS freezing cold I refuse to believe otherwise. he runs Ice Cold and it takes him 15 minutes to warm up. feels a bit like cuddling a corpse until your body heat brings him back to Human Levels Of Warmth.

The things we do for love smh MNSFGKFAJSFGKSDJ

stupid rich expensive bed. imported silk sheets. mathematically optimised mattress designed in a lab to give him The Best Sleep Possible. he's rich enough to buy several countries, he might as well put it to use.

Alpha-Beta

OUGHEEEEEEEEAWBABWBAGOURGHR <- experiencing wife fevers part 2

He's such a heavy sleeper MY GOD. If you couldn't hear his internal systems whirring and clicking you'd think he was dead KJDSAKFJASDKFJDSA

It isn't really his fault - his 'sleep cycle' likes to be done in one solid stretch, to avoid file corruption, which means. His body just,, won't wake him up unless it senses Active Danger to himself or you.

It's fine! He'll wake up if the house is on fire. Probably.

'aww you're such an old man <3' <- he's going to push you into a woodchipper AKSGJSAKDJFKSDFGJ

He's so warm and cozy <3

Upside, personal heater during the winter. Downside, summer is hell for both of you (Upside, he sleeps mostly naked in summer to avoid Dying of Death Disease)

Hold him <3 hold him he won't ask but he loves being held, even more than he loves holding you (which is. Saying Something). The second he feels your arms wrap around him, maybe one of your hands gently fussing with his hair? Out like a light <3 its sweet, all those unspoken ways that shows how much he loves you <3

ABWBABWBAB I swear I did an ask like this before but. I don't care this was so cute. If you have any additions, go nuts!

#I wrote some sections of this hile sick cold so if it's incoherent at any point. gently bop me on the head and lmk KANFMANF #my brain feels a bit like Gelatine #inside job #inside job x reader #*cracks bones* oughe tagtime #Alpha-Beta #alpha-beta x reader #robotus alpha-beta #robotus alpha-beta x reader #gigi thompson #gigi thompson x reader #reagan ridley #reagan ridley x reader #glenn dolphman x reader #glenn dolphman #andre lee #andre lee x reader #myc #magic myc #myc x reader #myc cellium #myc cellium x reader #u h #brett hand #brett hand x reader #JR scheimpough #jr scheimpough x reader #sfw #U H.... #I THINK THAT'S ALL?

[jennay]

Rory + Coffee = Love

An: here’s some Rory fluff! I really enjoyed writing this! I hope you love it! Let me know what your thoughts are and if you have anymore requests.

Master List

Short but sweet

Sleeping in a new apartment was your least favorite thing to do.

The unfamiliar noises of the night, the eerie shadows cast by the moonlight, and the dread of what might be hiding outside your door haunted your mind and kept you on edge.  You had seen too many horror movies to trust the darkness.

Thankfully, tonight you had Rory with you. He cuddled behind you in bed, wrapped his strong arms around your waist, and pulled you to his warm chest.

You felt his soft breath tickling your neck, his steady heartbeat soothing your ear, and his gentle kisses caressing your shoulder. He whispered loving words to you, telling you how brave you were for making this step and how everything would be okay. 

You smiled and nestled into him, feeling his safe embrace and smooth skin against yours. 

You closed your eyes and drifted to a blissful sleep, knowing that he was there for you and that nothing could harm you as long as he was by your side. You couldn't be more thankful.

You woke up in the morning to the sound of Rory's quiet snores. A smile spread across your face as you gently slid out of his arms, making him stir slightly. He tightened his grip around you and buried his face in your neck and shoulder, "Don't go." His voice rumbled against your skin. "I'm comfy." He softly kissed your shoulder, "And it's too early."

"I'm sorry." You turn on your other side to face him, and he loosens his grip. "I have to pee." You giggle.

You brush his tousled hair out of his handsome face, leaving small kisses on his cute nose and rosy cheeks, which earns a smile from him. "Go pee."

Stretching out your limbs, you throw your legs over the side of the bed, letting out a soft groan and rubbing at your eyes.

You look around the room seeing the boxes in the corner and the clothes lying in a pile on the floor. It looked less scary in the daylight.

"Babe, can you get the coffee started? I'll make some breakfast after." 

His blue eyes flutter open, watching you stand up from the bed. Rory can't help but admire your body in your black cropped tank top that shows off your under boobs and your tiny booty shorts that hug your curves. 

"I can feel you staring." You giggle as you walk to the bathroom.

"How can I not?" He teases, "You're hot!" He says as he gets out of bed and puts on a shirt and sweatpants.

You lean against the counter and lazily put your hair in a messy bun. You brush your teeth, and after rinsing your face with water, you decide that's good enough for today. 

You can smell the coffee from the kitchen, nearly dragging you to Rory. You open the door and see him pouring two mugs of coffee, adding his concoction to the coffee.

"Smells so good!" You wrap your arms around his waist from behind. 

He laughs and gives you a quick peck on your forehead before handing you a mug. "Porch or couch?" He asks.

You grin and sip the coffee, feeling the warmth spread through your body. "Let's stay inside. I don't want to flash the neighbors with my booty shorts." You joke. "Besides, we have to catch up on Platonic. I heard this episode is hilarious."

Rory nods and follows you to the living room, where you settle on the couch. He drapes your favorite blanket over you and nuzzles your cheek. "Ready to watch?" He asks.

"Wait a sec." You say, shifting your position and cuddling up to his chest. You rest your head on his shoulder and wrap your arm around his waist.

You sigh contentedly, feeling like you're in heaven. "Okay, babe, I'm ready."

Rory presses play and hugs you closer. You watch the show and laugh with the characters, almost feeling like you're in on the shenanigans. You glance up at him and see him smiling down at you.

You lean up and kiss him gently, then whisper, "I love you."

He rests his head on yours, and with a smile, you don't need to see to know it's there, he says, "I love you more."

#rory culkin fanfic #rory culkin x reader #rory culkin x you #rory culkin

[rosalyneslover]

BEFORE DAWN

chr: diluc

desc: you and diluc bond over the fireplace.

content: gn!reader, fluff, childhood friend!diluc, albedo’s assistant!reader

wc: 828

The rain hasn't stopped since you stepped foot in Mondstadt. Master Albedo requested that you make a trip to Liyue Harbor to collect some alchemy materials only found in the nation of Geo from a man called 'Zhongli.’ He was a kind gentleman, although a little odd with the old-fashioned way he spoke but that was none of your business. Your business involved the torrential rain that threatened to slip you onto the slimy mud that was stuck to your boots. You knew the Dawn Winery was only a minute's walk away so you decided to head there instead of going straight into the city which saved you from injuring yourself, if that happened, Master Albedo would never forgive himself.

This is how you find yourself heading to the fireplace of the Dawn Winery after Adelinde hurriedly ushered you inside from the rain as she prepares your bath. You find Diluc sitting in his favorite chair in casual clothes; it seems he's getting ready to retire for the night. He nods at you as you approach and you return the gesture with a smile. The clothes he's given you are unsurprisingly comfortable and warm, recognizing them to be Diluc's when he was younger.

"Your room is on the left, next to mine. Your bag is getting dried and the materials are safely stored in the chest in your room," You say your thanks before he sits up, heading up the stairs. You thought he's heading to bed so you decide to sit on the carpeted floor right in front of the fireplace. It's cold in the winery, not surprising when it's currently autumn but the rainy season doesn't help the already freezing temperatures.

You turn around when you hear footsteps behind you and you see Diluc carrying a dark gray blanket in his arms. Your eyes widen when he sits down next to you before giving you the blanket to wrap around your freezing form.

"I thought you were headed to bed," You whisper loud enough for him to hear against the continuous sound of rain outside.

"I thought I'd join you for a while, but… if you want to be alone, I could go." Diluc gestures behind him with his thumb, ready to leave if you would just say the word. But then he relaxes when you shake your head at him with a smile, "It's okay. I'd like the company."

A comfortable silence blankets you two. The sound of the embers’ sharp crackling in the fireplace and the rain’s soft tune when it hits the roof tiles mix together to create a beautiful comfy symphony as you and Diluc serve as their audience. Amidst the pleasant atmosphere—there’s still a coldness inside the winery, evident with the way Diluc’s hands shake on his lap. It’s clear he’s trying to hide it with the way he’s curling his hands into fists and the way he every so often uncurls them to fidget with the cotton cloth of his pants. Or… is he nervous?

“You’re cold,” If not for the weather, he would have been offended, thinking that you’re talking about his persona but he only stares at your face in confusion like he wasn’t just rubbing his hands on his pants to warm them up. You laugh at this which only confuses him more.

"You're cold. And this blanket is quite big for one person," You don’t say it directly but with the way he stares at you with an expression that you couldn’t quite decipher, you could say for certain that he knows what you mean. Diluc could feel his face heat up at the thought of him and you under that huge blanket. Together. Close. Touching.

You kind of regret even suggesting the thought when it looks like Diluc is about to burst into flames and rival the flames in the fireplace but then he slowly scoots closer to you like you’re a creature that he wouldn’t want to scare off, maybe thinking that he was going to hurt you. He settles down beside you as he helps you wrap the blanket around his broad shoulders. He visibly relaxes when he doesn't feel the bitter cold biting at his scarred hands anymore. He’s like a large lapdog under the soft amber lighting of the fire especially when he tilts his head when he catches you staring at his face. You both look away from each other with content smiles on your faces.

You weren’t sure how or when you fell asleep but it doesn’t matter when everything you need at that moment is right there with you wrapped in a pretty red bow. Diluc sure feels the same as well.

When the morning light came and shone through the windows of the Dawn Winery, Adelinde could only stare at the two cuddled up over the fire. She smiles and walks out, opting not to disturb them.

It seems Master Diluc found a reason to love again.

— 07/27/22

#genshin impact x reader #genshin impact diluc #dear... #diluc #diluc x reader #🦋🌷~

[muffinsin]

Hi pookie! I’m sick rn and it’s setting off my sensory issues so much- so I was wondering how the dimi sisters would comfort an s/o who has autism and is overstimulated from being sick? I personally like wrapping myself in like… 5000 blankets for the compression and heat- but it gets too hot 3: i always have a specific super soft blanket at the bottom lol. And I get killer sore throats every time I get sick 💀Anywho- I feel icky and I don’t like it :/ - 🪶

Hiii! Pookie?👀 Awh hon, you just aren’t lucky with the sicknesses- I hope you’ll feel better soon! :) as always, my dms are open should I be of any help :)

And absolutely! As always with these kind of asks- I’m not autistic myself and only go based on experiences I am told about :)

Let’s get into it!🙌🫶

Masterlists

Bela

She notices the signs of your sickness immediately, and is ready to coddle you and care for you the second they make an appearance

She ensures you’re comfy and insists you stay in bed

Of course, Bela supplies you with plenty of soup and tea, as well, only the kind(s) you like, or can stand

She insists, tea is good for humans

While normally making the staff prepare meals, Bela takes this on herself

She’s naturally protective of you, yes

But when you’re sick?

She is incredibly protective

She dislikes leaving your side, but even more so- she doesn’t allow others to prepare your food

While it’s unluckily someone dares poison you, downright stupid, she does not care for this

She wants to ensure your safety

She needs to

And such, she takes upmost precision in her task

Studying instructions and even tugging a few maids to the side to prepare the tea right in front of her, under her watchful eye

Once done and satisfied, she brings you the pot and cups up to her room

Even if you have your own room, she insists you stay with her while you’re sick, and on the mend

Wrapped under your favourite blankets, she giggles when you poke your head out to watch her enter the room

The room is dimly lit, no bright lights or so

It’s comfortably warm, even more so under your blankets

Books and papers, pencils, stuffed animals and toys are littered on the bed in hopes of keeping you company and entertained when she must work- you know, she is never too far

She coos as she rests her hand on your forehead and feels its warmth. You’re burning up, she thinks

Truthfully, you always feel warm to her, but now especially so. She figures a fever is a relatively safe bet

Eagerly, you press into her touch

Her skin is cool, soothingly so. It feels amazing in contrast to your warm skin

Bela smiles sadly at this. If only she could open the window a little bit for you…

Still, both of you know the windows can’t be opened while she prevails in the room

She can’t help but giggle again, though, when you shake suddenly

She doesn’t mean to, really

She wishes she could help you, too. It just looked too cute and funny

However, the sound makes you laugh a little as well, despite the ache in your throat

Immediately, the action draws a wince from you, and Bela sits down on the bed to you

She wonders- how can she help you?

You whine again, unsure how to communicate what you want. You aren’t even all that sure what you need yourself

Upon noticing the warmth that radiates from you, she lightly tugs on one of the many blankets covering you

Immediately, you protest

“But aren’t you by far too warm, little one?”, she can’t help but wonder

Bela never has qualms about being too warm, but you? You don’t quite share her biology, after all

She would’ve thought the warmth- this much of it- must be uncomfortable

She feels you sweat, and immediately frowns in concern- she knows, you’ll likely want a bath, yet feels you aren’t quite strong enough for one just yet

You can’t help but wince again- it’s as though everything is too much

Your pyjama, clinging onto you due to the sweat. It feels like a second skin that traps you in place

The blankets, though soft and warm, are simply too warm

Yet, the second you move them or even stick a leg out, you’re shivering

Your throat, burning, aching, hurting so bad

Bela notices your hand flap for a moment, betraying your discomfort as tears begin to roll down your eyes

Immediately, she swarms under the blanket with you to pull you close

At this, surprisingly though, you already calm down

Bela yelps in surprise when you pull her flush against you, your arms wrapping around her entirely and your head resting on her breasts

She’s so cool, her skin so perfectly cold

Just right

Not too cold to make you shiver,

Just cold enough to harmonise with the warmth of the blankets

You sigh, finally feeling a little bit more content

She seems to understand though, and just smiles down at you

Gladly, she becomes your teddy bear if it makes you feel better

With one of her hands at the back of your neck and head, she gently runs her fingertips along your skin to soothe

With the other, she reaches for the tea to hand it to you

If only she had something for your throat!

She will talk with the duke soon regarding this, bring you cough drops and syrup, even if she cringes at the smell

All for her human. You’re her everything

Cassandra

Cassandra is immediately with you when she hears your fast, distressed heartbeat

You shriek when she appears in front of you, sickle raised and eyes darting around the room to scan it for a threat. When her eyes land on you, she immediately sees what’s wrong- you’re sick

She sinks to her knees when she finds you sit on the ground, her hands hovering above yours. With a nod of your head, she pulls you against her

She giggles when you worry about how sweaty you are, and about infecting her. Nonsense! She loves your scent, and she isn’t fussed about catching some of the bacteria

Her touch feels- amazing

Everything was too much. Your sore throat that tickles when you swallow. Your ears, your hands, the warmth you feel, the cold, all of it too much

It’s as though you feel everything- your skin, your bones, your clothing, the floor under you

Cassandra’s touch is grounding. She helps you focus on her, and only her

She’s strong and hard, but her skin is soft. It’s cool, and soothes your skin when you think it’s about to burn off you from the heat you feel

She hums for a moment, and you relax fully. She’s perfect for you

She smells strongly of blood, which has you sniffle. This makes her giggle a little- you’re so cute to her

Her precious little human. Her little lamb

It pains her to see you sick. Is there something she can do? Yes, but one thing after the other

Cuddling until you have enough or are no longer in need of it, she unwraps her arms from you

The first thing she offers is a bath

She knows, both of you are in need of one, and she doesn’t want to overwhelm you with the scents, even if you can’t smell them as intensely as her

Gently, she eases you off the floor and into the bathroom

She isn’t all that sure how to function the tub, really, and is thankful when you croak out some instructions

Still, at last she manages, and eases you into the tub

You wince at the light, and she immediately goes to turn it off. It’s quite nice, really, and her eyes nearly glow a little in the dim light

She is careful, yet loving, touching only when you allow her to with a nod of your head. She doesn’t want to end up overwhelming you more when she’s finally getting closer to calming you, after all

Cassandra hums lowly, her fingertips playing with the water surface as you get used to the warm water around you

Once set, she gently helps you rinse yourself off

She promises, she will get a bath after. She doesn’t want to turn your water red and dark from the filth and blood that clings to parts of her

And she sticks to her promise. As you finish up in the bath, she gently guides you to the bed

Placing your favourite blanket on the sheets and below you, she covers you with two more. Just to be sure

If it didn’t hurt your throat this much, surely you’d giggle at her coddling

Who would have thought- sadistic, “evil” Cassandra Dimitrescu, tucking you in and blushing a little when you shoot her a thankful smile

She’s always been good at knowing what you’re trying to tell her without the use of words

Abandoning her sickle for you to- play with?- she runs off to find you some medicine

You smile at this. While you don’t share her interest in weapons, it’s sweet of her to leave hers for you. You know she likes it a great deal

As she returns, she easily carries medicine and cough drops, stuffed animals scattered around the room, and even a platter containing snacks she’s found in the kitchens

You eat as she washes up, and smile when she returns and smells of the soap you picked out, as well as the subtle aroma of the woods she seems to always carry with her

It’s rare for her not to smell of blood, and you know it won’t last long. Still, you want nothing but to cuddle her now

To feel her cold skin against yours, by far too warm in comparison, to feel grounded by her arms around you

When she finds you squirming under the warm blankets already and looking up at her with big eyes, she already knows your silent question

Groaning and scoffing playfully, she gets in bed and allows you to cuddle her

You smile to yourself when she plays with her sickle and the sheets, as though to let you know;

She won’t leave. She wants you to rest, but she will still be there by the time you awaken

Daniela

She’s immediately by your side when you tell her you’re sick, and she won’t want to leave

Daniela doesn’t understand how you got sick, or even what sickness you have

She doesn’t understand humans all that much, at least as it comes to these things

But really? She doesn’t need to, either. She cares about you, for you, and that’s all that matters

You feel uncomfortable, overwhelmed. That’s all that is important to your lover

Putting you in her bed and covering you with the kind of blankets you like, she can’t help but press a small kiss to your nose

“It’ll be okay, my love. I’m here, my sweet”, she reassures

She asks, gently, if you can tell her what’s bothering you or how to help you

Daniela’s go to are cuddles

She doesn’t know many other means to help you

She dims the bright light of the room when it gets too much, and cuddles closer to you, insisting you must get some rest

Still, the ache in your throat hurts and your head throbs

As such, rest is nearly impossible to get, as you let the snoring woman know

Upon being woken up, Daniela tiredly offers to get you some blood. She insists, only the best for her little hu-

Oh, yes

You’re human

Humans don’t like blood, she recollects!

Giggling at this, she promises to bring you whatever you ask of her. She doesn’t want you to get out of bed, but will bring you all your heart desires

She brings you all kinds of things, unsure what a human wants or needs

Water, tea, soup, chicken, salad, bread, vegetables, candy, syrup, medicine for all kinds of things, juice, even some cookies she stole from her sister’s room

She offers you to change, or stay undressed entirely

It helps her, sometimes, to feel skin to skin contact without clothing

She also knows, sometimes you just dislike the fabric of your clothing

Daniela is perfect to snuggle, and she is convinced: cuddling can solve all

And lucky for you, Daniela happens to be the best snuggler around

With her arms around you and her chest pressing against your back, she talks quietly about her day as you eat

Her touch is grounding, and comforting

Her cool skin allows you to absorb the heat of the blankets without getting too warm

Occasionally, she steals some of the food she’s brought you, bearing only a small, innocent grin when you turn your head to look at her with a knowing smile

While blood is her favourite, the candy she’s brought is just too tempting!

“I didn’t do anything…!”, she insists, giggling, even as her breath smells sweet of the candy she just plopped in her mouth

She surrounds the two of you with many stuffed animals and reads to you in a gentle voice

Any of her stuffed animals are yours too, to hold and snuggle. They’re soft, and it makes you smile

She too believes sleep is the best medicine. It’s what’s been taught to her, after all

As such, she grants you a lot of rest, nearly all day

She encouraged you to sleep a lot, and eagerly dozes off as well when she is sure you’re asleep

And, of course, she is always still there when you awaken, often snoring lightly or snuggled up against you or a stuffed animal

Blankets cover both of you, her cool thigh against yours relaxing you when it gets too warm under the blanket

Surprisingly, the medicine she’s brought actually helps quite a bit, so that your throat aches less and you don’t feel the irritation with every breath

Your head feels clearer, and your skin less tingly. It feels nice again

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