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rkivepetals · 3 days

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Skin to skin.

Just your husband helping you have an orgasm.

Jungkook x fem!reader

Warnings: smut (I’ve never wrote smut stand alone pls), fluff, fingering, ck!jk, pregnancy (they’re expecting a baby), a bit of argument.

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“Baby, where are you? Hmm?” Jungkook calls you out while drying his hair and taking out a pair of jeans and a black shirt. He fit himself in the jeans as he wore the shirt, not bothering to button it up. “Y/n?” He pushed through the bedroom door, seeing you eating grapes as you watched TV boringly. “Baby?”

He sweetly calls you out, “I called you so many times, why didn’t you Answer me, hmm?” He suited himself at the very edge of the couch where you sat comfortably. “You did?” He sighs, wrapping arms around your waist and snuggling his nose in your neck, “Let’s not do this, hmm? I’m craving you so bad…” he whispers, drawing circles under your small top.

You pushed his chest, “No.” He hissed, gripping your waist and spreading his legs, taking you on his left thigh. “Yes.” You rolled your eyes and tried to get off him but he pulled you down again, “I’m sorry okay? I forgot. Forgive me for once and suck this cock?” He sweetly purrs and kisses your head, you roll your eyes.

“You don’t even mean it, you just want a head.” You say and get up, taking the leftover grapes in the kitchen as he follows you there. “It had completely slipped off my mind that you’re allergic to those flowers! I thought you love purple things you might love it as well!” You scoffed, “Then why did you scold me over the phone?! Solve yourself.”

He sighs, “I’m sorry..” he pouts, leaning beside you as you emptied the dishes and put them in the dishwasher. “I was angry at a staff for messing with my things and I accidentally yelled at you, please?” You don’t reply as he sighs and holds your wrist, caging you between the counter and himself. Putting your palms over his naked chest as he caressed your face softly, gently.

“I am sorry for my behaviour, genuinely. It had never happened before and it never will. I promise, just this once?” He softly pecks your fingertips as you roll your eyes. He chuckled, running his hands on your thighs and leaned in to kiss your lips. Gripping your butt between his wide fingers as you held his nape and chest, scraping your nails on his crystal clear skin.

“Good girl.” He praised midst the kiss, pulling you up on the countertop. “No no, baby.” You point at your belly as he sighs, head against your chest. “I completely forgot.” You chuckled, grazing your fingers through his hair as he placed open mouth kisses on your neck. You moaned, chest blooming in need as you gave him more space to touch you.

His teeth scrape against your skin as he picks you up, through your thighs and back. You leaned in and kissed his lips, and felt your body sink in the mattress. Legs wrapped around his waist, he grips your midriff and grinds you onto him, and you both moan. “Jungkook, I’m scared.”

You whisper as he stops and looks at your face, a little concerned. “About what?” He blinked, “About our baby.” You gulped as he sighed, “But I want you.” you hugged him tightly, and he soothingly rubbed his hands on your back, “It’s okay.” He whispered, kissing under your ear as he sighed again. “We’ll find a way.”

“There is.” You say and look at him, “Hmm?” He listened, “masturbation is allowed.” He looked over your face, “but are you comfortable?” You pout, “I’m sort of horny actually.” He chuckled, “Aw, my baby.” he placed a soft smooch on your cheek and effortlessly slid you to sit comfortably against his back. “Aight?”

“Hmm.” You nod, gripping his thigh as he slid down your shorts and crawled his fingers near your clit, he slowly parts your lips and slid his fingers smoothly, you moaned loudly, arching your back as he pulls you back effortlessly against him again. His other finger slides, “j..Jungkook…” you shuddered, “feels good, baby?”

You mewled and nodded your head, “It does.” You whisper as he stirs his fingers, slowly, you purr like a cat. “‘s feels so good…” you started grinding on his fingers, he glanced down at your clit and shoved his ring finger, which coincidentally had your wedding ring on it. You grip his hair and mewled loudly, he curled as your hands automatically groped your chest.

“Uh-huh.” He pulled down your hands, “Remove your shirt.” You moaned, “slow…slow down.” You said in a breathy voice as he hummed, “Okay.” You removed your shirt as he immediately pulled his fingers in and out. You purred again, “I’m so high…” you whispered as his hands played with your chest. You bit your lips, “Yes, baby.”

You praised and squeezed his thighs through the Jean. His nose brushed past yours as you drag his jaw back, slowly starting to move your body according to his finger and kiss him on the mouth. “Feels nice?” He asked midst the sloppy kiss, squeezing your nipples as you nodded, “It does. Keep doing it. Never stop.” He chuckled, pulling his fingers out and shoving it back in.

“You grind so good against my palm.” He says as you kept doing it, “Look, all wet and messy. Ruined the damn sheets, hmm?” You hummed, he pinched your nipples, “Say it with your mouth.” You groaned, “Ye-yeah! I did! I’m so close, go faster…” he kissed your mouth once again, “What my baby wants, she gets.” He stirred his fingers in your cunt at a faster pace, pulling in and out, grinding his palm gently on your pulsing, hot, clit.

“Sloppier than ever.” He murmured, juices flowing down his knuckles as you gulped and gripped his thigh again, feeling his bare chest against your back, skin to skin. “Grind softly. It’s okay.” He reassured as you moved your body, throwing your head back on his shoulder, “So good, keep going.” You whispered and shuddered as he moved your hair aside.

Rubbing soft circles against your lower belly as you grunt, biting your lips harshly and coming down his palm. Hands clenched on his cotton shirt as you sigh in relief, still leaking as he chuckled. “Look, you messy.” He showed you his palm full of your juice, “you even peed.” You scrunched, “naw.”

He chuckled, taking tissues from the side and wiping his palm. “It’s fine. You had a good time?” He threw the tissue aside and pulled you closer, face to face and kissed your lips. “I did. Thank you.” You smooch his cheeks, “now, wash up baby. You don’t wanna get infected, do ya?” You clicked your tongue, still kissing his face.

He sighs, pulling you away, “y/n. Wash up.” He warned, and you groaned. “Help me! I just took a bath before you came and I’m dirty again!” He clicked his tongue while shaking his head, “Big baby.” He got up, picking you up. “Need my assistance in everything.” He spanked your butt as you gasp, “It hurts!”

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rollingsins · 9 months

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In the name of Taylor Swift

summary: You have to break up with Vada. In the name of Taylor Swift.

pairing: vada cavell x fem!reader

warnings: pure fluff.

word count: 900 words.

a/n: maybe one of the dumber things I've written, but I was in a fluffy mood for bbg Vada. Inspired by tiktok.

“Baby,” You huff dramatically as Vada walks through the door to your bedroom, “I’m glad you’re here. We have to break up.”

Vada halts. She blinks, her brown eyes widening as her entire face falls. Her hands fall limp by her sides. She’d arrived, not two minutes ago, while you were toiling in bed, thinking seriously. Clutching a twelve inch record in your hands and deciding some things just had to be done.

“What?” She asks, sounding crestfallen, “But I got you flowers.”

She gestures to the stack of lilies she has in hand. She looks wounded, confused, hurt. Like a little puppy you’ve just kicked in the face.

Immediately, you sit up, heart falling.

“No, babe,” You retract, reaching out to her. She blinks back at you, eyes as wide as chocolate buttons, “I wasn’t being serious. Not a real breakup. A fake breakup. A fake-up.”

Now, she’s confused. Her eyebrows knit together as you watch as she tries to work it out.

“A fakeup?” She repeats, blinking slowly, “Why?”

You tilt your head back to reveal your latest purchase. A shiny, purple vinyl of Taylor Swift’s latest record.

“Taylor Swift just released an album and I need to experience it in full.” You say, quite seriously. You are serious when it comes to Taylor Swift. You’d thought Vada would know this by now.

Vada stares.

Your lips purse into a coo as you pry the lilies from her hand.

“You got me flowers?” You say, rubbing your hand over her cheek, “That’s so sweet.”

She smiles, a little shy.

“Yeah. The lilies you like.” She says, and then she frowns again, “But I’m confused. Why does Taylor Swift mean we have to fake break up?”

“Because I need to be sad, babe,” You explain as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world, “I need to feel pain the way she felt pain when she wrote these songs.”

“Doesn’t she have a nice song?” Vada asks, a little dubious.

“No,” You say immediately, “I mean, yes, but I’m saving those ones for when we get back together.”

“But we’re not apart.” Says Vada, still confused.

You can’t resist. You lean down and press a kiss to the pout on her lips.

“We are as of now.” You tell her. You exhale, close your eyes and try to think of Vada breaking up with you. A sharp pain flashes through your chest. You imagine her looking mournful as she does it. Stuttering over her words. Looking almost embarrassed as she tells you she never wants to see you again.

It works, for a split second.

And then you open your eyes.

She’s staring back at you, looking sweet as ever. Tilts her head like a confused puppy.

“Say something mean,” You prompt.

She frowns.

“No,” She says, “I don’t want to.”

“Babe,” You groan, “I need you to make me sad.”

“I don’t want to make you sad,” She says. She leans into you and wraps her arms around your waist, snuggling into your chest, “I want you to be happy all the time.”

You groan. In all your grand-scheming plans, you’d forgotten you were dating a literal ray of sunshine. A golden retriever of a girlfriend who’d never gotten mad at you, or said nasty things about you, or even had a bad thought about you in her life.

But you need this.

“Please?” You ask, smoothing down her dark hair to look into her eyes, “For me?”

Vada frowns. She’d do anything you ask, this you know. And it's hardly a big ask. All she’d have to do is tell you she never wants to see you again and you’d cry and listen to ‘Last Kiss’ and pretend as if your entire world is crumbling.

And then have vigorous make-up sex to ‘Sparks Fly’. A win-win, truly. A rollercoaster of emotions.

You squeeze her shoulders in encouragement.

“Okay,” Vada says, sounding resigned. Her eyebrows knit like she’s thinking hard, “I… don’t like your shoes.”

At this, you snort.

“You don’t like my shoes?” You ask, “That’s the meanest thing you could think of?”

She looks up at you, pout still on her lips.

“Yeah,” She says. She curls back into your chest, “Because you’re perfect and there’s nothing mean to say about you.”

She pauses.

“And I actually do like your shoes,” She mumbles into your chest, “I’d steal them if we were the same size.”

You sigh, wrapping your arm around her shoulders and lean down to kiss her head.

“How am I supposed to listen to the album when you’re being so sweet?” You grumble.

“We could listen to the nice songs together?” Vada pitches with a happy smile. And then her lips curl into a coy smile, “And then we could listen to the naughty songs and make out.”

“There’s no naughty songs, babe, it’s Taylor Swift.” You say with a laugh.

“Oh,” She looks a little disappointed, “Well, maybe we could make out to the sad songs and pretend like we just got back together?”

You hum.

Making out with Vada does sound a lot better than fake breaking up with her. She emphasizes her point with a kiss to your chest.

“Fine.” You relent, leaning down to press your lips to hers.

She sighs, happily, curling her hand against the back of your neck to pull you closer.

“I hope you can rest easy knowing I’ll never experience the blood-curling pain Taylor Swift felt writing ‘Dear John’.” You grumble against her lips.

She pulls back, a smile on her lips, “Good,” She says, “And you never will. I promise.”

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lazypanartist · 10 months

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"Sit Still"

Artistic! Earth 42 Miles x Reader

Based off This Post I Just Made.

Mildly suggestive themes, maybe don't read if you're <15? Idk. Don't be gross or weird or whatever.

I'm also, like, STUPID tired rn, so. Sorry. No beta. And it's short.

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"Sit still, cariño."

The words were barely breathed across your shoulder as he worked behind you, and you couldn't tell for sure what caused you to shiver; his voice, his words, the breath.. or the paintbrush dancing across your spine as Miles flicked his wrist, finishing the stroke he had been working to perfect.

He sat back to admire his handiwork, and you snuggled deeper into the pillows you were in, face down on his bed.

It had been a small struggle for him, completing.. whatever he had been working on for the last hour or so. Only a small struggle.

Still..

Smoothing his hands along your sides, he breathed a laugh as you tensed.

"Miles!"

"¿Que? I'm thinking!" He patted your side gently, pulling another laugh. "I can't help if you're ticklish, mi vida."

Still, he stopped his roaming hands, settling one at the base of your spine to keep you still. You tensed again as he started drumming his fingers - a small habit he had when thinking.

"'S it okay?" You mumbled up in question. He hummed quietly.

"'Course it is. Can't believe it either.. all the moving you did."

You offered a halfhearted argument into the pillow, and he patted your lower back. "Si, I know. Let me just get a picture, 'kay? Then we can get you cleaned up."

You nodded, earning another drum of his fingers before he was standing up. The mattress shifted with his absence, an emptiness filling the space behind you while he moved silently. You only knew he was back for sure with the presence of a warm cloth against your back, tracing a gentle path up the curve of your spine.

"See?" He set his phone in front of you, holding your shoulders gently to keep you up and steady.

A beautiful flower bush decorated your back, pink and purple five-petaled flowers standing out against the green and brown.. bush, maybe.

"A hibiscus." He sounded proud of himself as he helped you further upright, pressing your still-bare back gently to his chest. "Means la felicidad. Happiness. Or, for me at least, luck."

He pressed a gentle kiss to your shoulder before his cheek was to yours, his small smile noticable in the tug of his face against your own.

"Because I have good luck?"

He chuckled quietly, smile growing. "Nah. Not necessarily, mi amor.."

He turned his head enough to settle another small kiss before finishing his thought.

"Eso es porque you're my lucky charm."

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etoiile · 4 months

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whipped ooc fluffy clingy grumpy sae. enjoy!

as much as sae hated to admit it, he couldn't sleep without you.

it felt so stupid. so childish. he was an independent man. he needed no one - especially not for something as trivial and mindless as sleeping. that was so dumb. lukewarm. half-baked! (am i using itoshi lang right)

but he just couldn't help it. when you were gone, he'd look longingly over to your side of the bed, wishing your warmth was filling it. he'd position your pillow vertically so that he could snuggle into your scent, but it wasn't nearly the same. he'd roll around, trying to find a comfortable position, but he couldn't stay in one for more than 5 minutes without getting antsy. he would constantly subconsciously reach out to grab you, only to realize that you were, in fact, much to his extreme dismay and disappointment, not there. he'd pout before rolling over with a sigh.

each night you were gone, sae would get an hour or two of sleep maximum, and none minimum. he'd begrudgingly roll out of bed once his alarm sounded, grumbling some nonsense about how the world sucked and was a terrible place and all the losers in it should just die as he shuffled to the bathroom to go brush his teeth.

he sucked at soccer practice. he missed a bunch of passes, he was screaming at all his teammates for taking a singular wrong step, and he looked like he was about to crash at any point. it got so bad that his coach pulled him out and made him sit out for the rest of practice, which, as you can imagine did absolute wonders for his already wonderful mood.

on the way home, sae decided that the world was simply a horrible place. everything around him was awful. those flowers were too purple. they were probably fake, just like all the people in the world. that dog is too loud. why is it barking so loud? it's not that deep. it was so dramatic, just like all the people in the world. the sky was too blue. how dare it be so bright and beautiful if the only not-awful person in the world wasn't here to see it? discrimination. the world sucked.

that night, as sae hopped back into bed for another night of no sleep, he imagined what it would be like if you were here with him. he reached to the lump of blanket on your side to pull it close to him, but was very surprised when the lump squealed and moved.

sae was speechless when you pulled the blanket off of you, giggling, "surprise!" as you explained how you got to come home from your work trip a day early. sae sat there frozen for a second before the initial shock wore off and he crashed into you immediately.

"and so- WOAH! sae?" you questioned, flat on your back with your nearly 6 foot boyfriend completely on top of you and smushing you into the bed.

sae was silent as he nuzzled his nose deep into the crook of your neck and inhaled your scent like it was some sort of addictive drug. "missed you," he mumbled into your neck, which made you giggle.

"yes, yes, i missed you too, my dear. now would you please get off of me? i can't breathe." you chuckled, rubbing his back soothingly.

he paused a moment to think before nestling deeper into you, if even possible. "no." he replied. "you've been gone too long. i wanna stay here."

you sighed, knowing there was no way to shove him off of you. "alright, my love." you smiled. "i love you lots."

he mumbled an "i love you too" before drifting off to sleep in your arms.

it was the best night's sleep he'd ever had.

not proofread. idk why he lowkey became nagi at the end.

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foranpo · 1 year

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ੈ˚☆ how they look at you.

fandom: bungou stray dogs.

characters: ranpo, dazai, akutagawa.

reader: gn!

genre: headcanons.

content: fluff.

word count: ~320 each // ~800 total

cole's note: u can clearly see that i wrote this on 3 different days lmao anyways i was going to add 2 more characters, but i was afraid to abandon the project completely if i waited for inspiration, so i decided to post it now and maybe i later i do a part 2 w the others who know ?? well enjoy ig <3

ੈ♡˳────── enjoy the reading <3 ──────

˚ʚ ranpo.

as if the sunset were eternal.

a mixture of admiration and envy shone in Ranpo's eyes every time he looked at you, knowing perfectly well that someone as beautiful, as ethereal as you, could very well conquer the world if so desired; an extreme happiness settled in Ranpo with the certainty that the beauty of your nature would never be extinguished, a hope growing in him with the wisdom that your essence would roam the universe for eternities in a row, the passion that existed between you to be a little dust in the middle of all the stars that you were sure you would create.

it was impossible for Ranpo not to smile when he looked at you, all his intelligence and deduction seeming so small when compared with your beauty, with your soul, with your heart. looking at you, Ranpo was sure that multitudes were contained within you, poetry and magic clinging to your lips with the eagerness to be sung by you, stories of past loves and lives lived to beautify your soul, and Ranpo swore, Ranpo knew, that he had been present at all of them.

Ranpo looked at you with the certainty of the eternity of your beauty, with the certainty that your essence would forever mark this world of ours, far beyond your departure; he looked at you like someone looks at a sunset: in love with your colorful soul, fascinated by your tender heart, enchanted by your entire existence.

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˚ʚ dazai.

as if spring would never end.

a feeling of being at home settled in Dazai every time your arms received him when the days were longer and the nights were colder; finally, Dazai had found his haven, the warmth that emanated from you snuggling him in his roughest moments, the definition of the word 'home' seeming deeper, more magical, when your presence was noticed in Dazai's life.

a new set of colors has emerged in Dazai's heart; yellows mixed with purples that painted the most beautiful sunrises, all the blues and greens dancing in unison in so many forests and oceans, a whole new world looking brighter, more vivid -all because you were in it. Dazai knew that you were the bearer of all the beauty in the world: no matter how corrupted your heart was with the malice of the world, no matter how black your soul might appear when you woke up, for Dazai, you would always be the one carrying the color palette of the world.

Dazai looked at you with the lightness of a new chosen dream, with the conviction that all the flowers would bloom with your every step, all the birds singing romantic songs just for you; he looked at you the way someone admires spring: hopeful for better days with your ever-present laugh, snuggled by the light you radiated so naturally, grateful to be alive at the same time as you.

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˚ʚ akutagawa.

as if there was still hope.

Akutagawa had already given up searching. living for years in a bubble of darkness, totally surrounded by nothing but the lingering nightmares and the constant reminder of the malice, the corruption, the negativity of this world, Akutagawa just wanted some peace, serenity, something to calm him down, even if it was just for one night; there was no color, there was no joy, there was no escape route, the small pleasures he had found seeming insignificant with the passage of time, with the lack of a safe harbor to welcome him and protect him from his own mind, from the his own past, from his own self.

but all it took was for Akutagawa to look at you, all it took was for him to notice your presence, and the whole world stopped being so heavy. with words woven from the most beautiful poetry, with laughter stolen from the most beautiful stars, you were not afraid to radiate the light that painted Akutagawa's life, your warm nature breaking the dark prison that held Akutagawa hostage for years. simple gestures from you filled Akutagawa's day, simple words from you filled his heart, your simple presence being enough for Akutagawa to believe he was worthy of the happiness he was constantly running from.

Akutagawa looked at you with the shyness of a first love, always afraid to say the wrong thing and see you disappear from his life, taking with you all your light, all your goodness, all your essence; he looked at you the way someone admires shooting stars: silently, alone, without any sense of reality, but always with the hope, with the wish, that tomorrow would never come, so that he could enjoy the night, your presence, that moment, with you for all eternity.

ੈ♡˳───── feedback is appreciated <3 ─────

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gumballavocadoharry · 2 months

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Pet names Harry calls you; Headcanons:

Baby: To him you are like a baby. He squishes your cheeks with kisses and rubs your face with his hands. It's an intimate word he uses with you because you're his.

Doll: Your face is like a doll's. Beautiful, round and unique. You can make dolly eyes and these shiny lips that felt fluttery pressing against Harry's cheek. Your face is so innocent, making Harry want to let his fingers graze over your soft skin.

Angel: Your innocence and honesty makes you an angel to him. Sweet, kind, brave and sensitive is more than Harry would imagine in a woman and to him, you're heaven's sent gift to him.

Bunny: Your energy. You go from one place to the next, and you're always willing to go with Harry on any tour or vacation or adventure. Harry loves the time he spends with you, and feels incredibly lonely when you're not there.

Honey: Your sweetness makes Harry attracted to you. He stops to think of you just to smile. A dull day can feel bright when Harry's with you.

Kitten: Like a cat, so careful and cautious, yet curious and delicate, Harry sees you like this. He wants to hold you in his arms, caress your hair and snuggle his nose to your face. Just cuddling you tightly, not ever wanting to let go.

Love: Basic, he loves you to death. You're the love of his life and his everything.

Sweetheart/Sweetie: Your precious to Harry. Almost childlike but mature for him. Harry likes to wrap you in this protective grasp while you're both in bed or on the couch. He sees his future in you as his wife. You're his sweetie, his girlfriend, his life.

Princess: A true princess in his eyes. Beautiful and posh. Harry would take you in his arms and dance with you in the living while calling you princess; looking deep into your eyes and kissing you passionately.

Beautiful: He greets you with "Hey beautiful," in the morning, even with the mud mask or eye mask on your face, your hair messy and your voice raspy. Harry kisses your cheek before hopping from the bed and making breakfast for you and him.

Darling: A treasure to Harry. You're his darling, a person who he holds dear to him. Harry calls you this when you need to hear it the most.

Love bug: A cute fun nickname Harry says to express those fluttery feelings he has towards you. He'll rub your nose and repeat it over and over with a cooing tone, smothering your face in millions of kisses.

Boo boo: A pet name that makes you blush when said in public at a party. A drunk Harry will loudly say it at a party, lengthening it to "boo boo bear" and ask you for kisses. It somewhat embarrasses you, when Harry's clingy to you and expects you to hold his hand and he just puckers kisses to your little cheeks. It does give you this warm flush of love more than embarrassment.

Pumpkin: Harry sees you little. You're smaller than him and he dominates you in height. He smushes your cheeks in his hands and will baby you just to see you frown a little. Then he'll kiss the crinkles on your forehead and say "I love you."

Sugar: When Harry's in a romantic mood, he'll say it yo summon you to the bedroom. He'll whisper in your ear and pick you up and take you to bed.

Baby girl: You're his baby. Whether you like it or not, Harry sees you as a little bean and he'll protect you and baby you for love. Had a bad day at work? Harry will rub your feet and sing for you. Sick in bed with the flu? Expect doctor Harry to feed you soup and cuddle you along with your warm blankets.

Flower: Harry tells you how he would wish on dandelions for someone like you. His wish came true months later.

Cupcake: One of your favorite desserts, Harry calls you this when he thinks of cupcakes, he thinks of you. He'll walk past a bakery and see chocolate cupcakes frosted with purple or blue frosting and immediately thinks of you which is how you end up with a dozen cupcakes on your desk at home.

Muffin: One of his favorite treats. Your his muffin when he bakes soft gooey chocolate chip muffins for the morning to go along with your oatmeal or yogurt. He adds sweet little notes to them like: I'll be at the studio all day, muffin. Don't forget your lunch for work.

Buttercup: When Harry's feeling extra lovey dovey, he calls you this when he needs to protect you. He knows your a sweets addict and will buy you bunches of treats to make you happy.

Bon bon: Like a chocolate bon bon, Harry sees you like this little sweet treat that blast flavor into your mouth. So creamy and sweet but not too rich.

Teddy Bear: When Harry's away, he dreams of you and craves to hold you like a teddy bear. He imagines holding your hand in his and feeling the skin of your body pressed against his. The smell of you lingers through him and he just wants you to be like a teddy to him to sleep with at night.

Poppet: Like a poppy seed, Harry is fiercely protective of you and will throw himself in to keep you safe.

Cookie: When you're eating cookies, Harry will call you this as a play on word.

Babe: You're his baby girl, he tells you this when you fall asleep on his bare chest, tracing his butterfly tattoo with your finger. His fingers comb through your hair and he just listens to the sound of your breathing in and out with the sync of his heartbeat.

Gorgeous: When you don't feel pretty, Harry will tell you otherwise and tell you all the features of you that he finds enticingly beautiful.

Wifey: When Harry decides to finally keep you forever, he'll hit one knee and ask you to be his wife. You'll say yes and share the promises of your rings together and live happily as husband and wife.

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lees-chaotic-brain · 5 months

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I don't know if the soulmate event is still open (depends on your time zone, I guess), but if it's still open: purple (inumaki toge) with lilac (angst to fluff) #6 (flowers on your body where your soulmate got injured)

If you've already closed your requests, I'm sorry for bothering you! I just really like this event and am looking forward to reading all the stories (again 🙊)

Hi anon! My event was still open, so don't worry about it. I'm glad that you enjoyed the event so much. Thank you for giving my man inumaki some love (secretly, he's my fav)

Also, sorry this took so long. I was going through some serious creativity drought...

Hold You (Inumaki x Reader)

Word Count: 1.7k

CW: Blood, injury, panic attack, reader has female pronouns, angst to fluff, not proof read (as always)

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The first thing Inumaki does upon awakening is reach for you. Realizing your side of his bed was cold, he momentarily panicked before remembering that you had a mission early this morning.

With a little grumble and a pout, he snuggled further down into his blankets intending to sleep a little more before he had to get up.

But without you, staying in bed was no fun, so with reluctance he hauled himself out of bed and headed downstairs to find something to eat.

Mmm...maybe he could have his leftover onigiri from last night. He could probably heat up some miso soup too...and he was going to kill you.

Heartbroken, he gazed into the empty spot in the fridge that once housed his onigiri.

Instead, there was a pale pink post-it with the word "sorry" written on it in your handwriting.

After mourning the loss of his precious onigiri, he forlornly set about making himself a cup of tea.

As he reached to grab the tea bags from the top shelf he heard someone entering the kitchen. Grabbing the tea and turning, he realized that it was Maki.

"Konbu-"

He began to greet her but paused as he realized she was staring intently at the spot just above his waistband where a sliver of his skin had been exposed while he was reaching for the tea.

"Takana?"

He asked, worried and a little perplexed.

"Inumaki..."

"Tuna mayo?"

He asked, instantly on edge. It was rare for Maki to show this much concern.

Suddenly she surged at him and was tugging at his shirt with barely contained panic shining in her eyes.

"Your shirt. Take it off. You have to take it off. I need to see."

"Tu-"

"NOW!"

She bellowed, frantically lifting the hem when he didn't instantly move.

Staring at the giant petals slashed across his torso in vicious crimson swathes, the two froze.

"Your soulmate trait makes any injury she has appear on your body as flowers and vice versa, right?"

Exhaling shakily, she wasn't sure she wanted to hear the answer.

There was no response. She didn't need one either way - she was just confirming, but his lack of reaction concerned her.

"Inumaki-"

Taking a good look at his face, she realized he was frozen, pupils blown out as he quivered staring at the marks on his midriff.

"Hey-"

But he was gone. Tearing down the hall he headed towards Gojo's room. Gojo. He would be able to help. He would have to trust Maki to go get Shoko.

Slamming his shoulder into the wall as he made a sharp turn into the next corridor, he stumbled but kept going.

What if he was too late? God, he never should've let you go on this mission alone. You're a strong sorcerer, he knows that. Maybe even stronger than him. But if he isn't able to protect you, how can he call himself worthy of being your boyfriend. Of being your soulmate.

Tears pricked the back of his eyes as he burst into Gojo's room.

Looking up from his kikufuku, Gojo was greeted with one of his students tearing off his shirt.

"Whoa-whoa hold on now, it's a little early to be getting this frisky-"

He stopped seeing the flowers etched into Inumaki's skin.

In near hysterics, Inumaki pointed at his chest.

"Sujiko...Takana...She-"

He managed to get out between pants.

"Please."

Luckily, Gojo understood what he was trying to say. He had understood in sickening clarity the second he had seen the marks.

Something was about to steal the bright future of not just one, but two of his students. And he'd be damned if he let that happen.

Striding over and placing a hand on Inumaki's shoulder he spoke.

"It's going to be okay. We're going to go get her."

And with that, he teleported them off.

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Pain. Mind-numbing, nauseating pain. Pain was all you knew.

Crumpled against a wall on your back, you could vaguely hear Ichiji's worried voice calling your name as he searched for you.

For a split second, you registered a muted panic, unsure if your final attack had been enough to take out the special-grade, but then you realized that Ichiji wouldn't even be in here if the curse was still alive, because the veil would still be up.

Relief slowly drifted in among the fog clouding your brain. At least you got your job done.

As your blood leaked out and stained the concrete beneath you your hand slowly started slipping off the three violent gashes that had been clawed across your torso.

Clinging desperately to consciousness you fought to stay awake as your vision fuzzed with black.

Toge. You had to think of Toge. You couldn't do this to him. You had to hold on for him.

Your hand slid fully off your upper body and fell with a quiet splash into the puddle of blood surrounding you.

I'm so sorry Toge..."

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Appearing next to the black car that had transported you and Ichiji to the scene, Gojo and Inumaki instantly got to work searching for you. Following the sound of Ichiji's voice, they were eventually led to a frantic Ichiji calling your name as he stumbled across rubble. When he looked over and noticed the two of them he frantically waved them over.

"Thank god you're here!"

He exclaimed as he made his way to meet them.

"I don't know what happened! The veil went down so I assumed the curse was exorcized but when she didn't appear, I became worried and went to search for her. I still haven't found her though and I'm beginning to be quite concerned...."

"She'll be fine."

Gojo said confidently, waving away Ichiji's concerns.

"We'll find her, right Inumaki?"

Trying his best to ease the tightness in his chest and breathe, Inumaki nodded.

"Shake."

Splitting up they began searching, calling out your name. It would've been easier to track your cursed energy, but it appeared you'd fallen unconscious, so that was out of the question.

Minutes passed, and with each one Inumaki found it harder and harder to breathe. He began to fear the worst, and images of your beautiful body mangled and broken flashed in his mind's eye.

Finally he found you. But instead of feeling better, the sight he was greeted with only kicked his oncoming panic attack up a couple notches.

Blood. There was so much blood. Crashing to his knees, he attempted to put pressure on the gashes clawed across your torso. Wait, when did he even get to your side? Dimly he heard a high pitched keening sound, not unlike a dying animal.

It wasn't until hands pulled him off you that he realized that the sound was coming from him. Or that blood was dripping from his mouth because he had been using his cursed speech to attempt to command you to wake up, to stay with him.

He cried out and tried to throw himself back over you. They couldn't touch you! Didn't they understand? You were hurt! But the same hands from before gripped his shoulders and held him back as Gojo teleported you off to Shoko.

"She'll be okay son."

Nanami murmured into his ear. When had he gotten here?

"She'll be okay, just calm down. Take a breath."

Listlessly staring at the puddle of blood that you had been lying in, he allowed Nanami to gently pull him away and guide him back to the car waiting to drive them back to the campus.

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When they arrived back on campus Inumaki was out of the car and tearing off towards the infirmary before it had even fully stopped.

Bursting into the room, the door hit the wall with a bang, causing everyone in it to look up.

“Toge?”

You asked, sitting up a little straighter as Shoko finished up examining you.

Frozen in the doorway, he stared at you, hesitant to believe that you were okay after witnessing the gory aftermath of your injuries.

Lowering the t-shirt you had been changed into, Shoko patted your shoulder and advised you to take it easy before standing.

“C’mon Gojo. Get out of here. Give the two some privacy.”

Shoko herded Gojo out, shutting the door behind them. Then the two of you were alone in the quiet room.

The quiet sound of you sniffling filled the room.

“I-I’m so sorry.”

You cried quietly as you wiped your tears with the palms of your hands.

“I’m so sorry I worried you because I wasn’t strong enough. I was so scared. I thought I was going to die. I thought I was never going to see you again…”

A choked sound escaped Inumaki as he took a hesitant step forwards. You looked up at him, your tear-filled eyes making his own fill.

“Can you come here and hold me?”

You asked, extending your arms.

And that was all you needed to say. He barreled into you, mindful of your injuries as he nuzzled his face into the crook of neck and relished in the feeling of having you in his arms again.

“Sorry.”

He sobbed, pressing kisses to your pulse point.

“Sorry.”

He repeated, unable to say anything else for fear of hurting you with his cursed speech.

“No, why are you sorry?”

Your tears trailed down your face, dripping off your chin and mixing with his before staining your shirt.

“You didn’t do anything-”

I couldn’t protect you.

He traced the words into the palm of your hand.

“Of course you couldn’t!”

You exclaimed, thumping him lightly on the back.

“You weren’t even on the mission with me, dummy! How could you have? Plus, it’s not your responsibility to protect me. That’s not your job as my boyfriend. All I ever asked of you is to hold me like you are now, and to love me.”

You buried your face in his hair, inhaling deeply.

“Stop blaming yourself. Just stay with me like this for a while, okay?”

Nodding, he snuggled further against you.

That’s right. Everything was okay. You were okay. Everything would always be okay.

As long as you were holding him.

And he was holding you.

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#lee's brain writes #lee's 1 year anniversary event #jjk x reader #inumaki toge x reader #angst to fluff #jjk x female reader #inumaki x female reader

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mooshywrites · 3 months

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Could I request headcanons of gn s/o in a poly! relationship with Dammon, Rolan, and Zevlor where they're quietly asking Rolan & Zevlor to save them from Dammon's strong grip when they see them? Dammon had a lot of requests while s/o was busy helping others so both of them were so exhausted that they fell asleep together after talking. They woke up & tried to slip out but failed XD

Adorable. So so SWEET. I’m putting in blurb, I hope that’s okay!

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Masterlist

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It would’ve been days since you and Dammon had a break at the shop. You had recently set up an apothecary alongside the Tiefling’s blacksmith shop, excited to be working closer to Dammon. This meant you could spend more time together. Throughout the days, Rolan and Zevlor would also visit the two of you, bringing flowers or a baked surprise. Lately, though, the shops were almost to busy to eat dinner, let alone spend time with your other two men.

As you looked across your stall to see Dammon, pity rose in your chest. He looked as exhausted as you felt, black soot smudged across his forehead as he sharpened the latest commissioned blade. You had just finished your own work, finally nailing the potion your last customer asked for. You gave it to them with a smile, flipping your ‘Open for business sign’ happily.

You wiped your hands against your apron, walking the short distance to Dammon’s blacksmith. “Almost done?” You called out.

Dammon lifted his head with a smile, nodding, “Just finished the last of the sharpening.”

He held up the sword toward the light, carefully checking over it for any imperfections. It was nice seeing how passionate he was with his work, but you didn’t miss the dark circles under his eyes.

“Do you have any more orders after that?” You asked, getting closer to gaze at the blade. It was beautiful, swirls of grey winding through the hardened steel.

“No .” He shook his head. “After this one, I’m finally free. At least till tomorrow.” He chuckled.

You followed close behind as he sat the sword on a display before plopping down into the chair close by. He patted his lap, giving you a tired smile. You sat down carefully, not wanting to aggravated his most likely exhausted muscles.

“Sorry.” He murmured. “I’m covered in soot but I need a minute before I get ready for bed.”

“Bed?” You laughed, pointing out the window to the sun still an hour or two away from setting. “It’s still hours from time to sleep.”

Dammon poked at your sides gently, giving you a out, “With as many orders as we had, I deserve to sleep for a week.”

You shrugged, snuggling closer into his chest. “I suppose you’re right. You should’ve seen the way my last customer acted. You would’ve thought they had never been out in public. I can’t believe the nerve of some people.”

Dammon’s arms wrapped comfortably around you, leaning back to get comfortable, “I’d quite enjoy to hear about it, my love.” He sighed.

You spent the next hour chatting his ear off. You wen’t back and forth between complaining about the day, explaining customer gossip, expressing your enjoyment for the kind people that visited the shop. It took you more time than you cared to admit to hear Dammon’s soft snores. You focused back on his face, realizing he had probably been asleep for most of the time you had been talking. You chuckled and kissed his nose, resting your head against the top of a chair.

If you were going to nap, you couldn’t think of a better place to be than Dammon’s arms.

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When you eyes fluttered open, the sun had fallen below the skyline. Deep purples and reds painted the walls through the window, reflecting beautifully across all of Dammon’s projects.

Your attention flitted to the noise that had woken you up, the door swinging open softly. Rolan and Zevlor’s heads popped in, both smiling a s they met your gaze. You smiled back softly, bringing your finger to your lips before pointing back at the sleeping Tiefling holding you. The other two walked further into the room, Rolan putting his hand’s on his hips disapprovingly.

“Did Dammon forget he was supposed to come to dinner with all of us?” Rolan whisper yelled.

You shook your head softly, “He hasn’t been able to sleep we’ve been so busy. I’ll get up and we can grab something for him to eat in the morning.”

Zevlor nodded, walking forward, holding out his hand. “Here, darling, I’ll help you up.”

You took his hand and tried to stand, realizing very quickly that there was something wrong. You looked down to see Dammon’s arms still wrapped tightly around you. You tried to stand again, stifling a giggle when you realized how stiff his embrace was.

You were hopelessly stuck.

You looked back to Zevlor and Rolan pleadingly, seeing Rolan stifle back his own laugh. “I suppose working as a blacksmith all this time has made him a little too strong.”

You gave Rolan a halfhearted glare, hissing under your breath. “Don’t tease me, help me get out without waking him.” You demanded

Zevlor brought his hand to his mouth, contemplating the problem before him. “What do you think, Rolan?”

Rolan shrugged, giving you a smirk. “I think we should leave them.”

Your jaw dropped, realizing he was planning to leave you stuck in Dammon’s arms until he woke up. You suppose there were more uncomfortable places to be stuck.

“You’re not leaving me here.” You gaped.

Zevlor gave you a pity filled smile, “We can bring you back something to eat.”

You turned your glare to Zevlor, “You too?” You asked incredulously, your voice rising a note.

You felt Dammon stir under you, causing you to clamp your mouth shut and freeze. You turned to see if the Tiefling awoke and you were greeted with his eyes fluttering open. He brought up a hand to rub his eyes sleepily, releasing you from his death grip.

Rolan rolled his eyes, Zevlor smiled, and you kissed Dammon’s cheek sweetly as he tried to wake completely.

“What’s wrong? Is it time for breakfast?”

#dammon #zevlor #Rolan #dammon x reader #zevlor x reader #rolan x reader #baldurs gate #tiefling bachelors #baldurs gate 3 #bg3 #baldurs gate x reader #bg3 fanfiction #bg3 blurb

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sopiao · 7 months

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hello! can i please request König with a femreader that’s just the embodiment of a cotton ball, a white bunny, a dandelion :))) like she dresses super coquette or semi lolita with cute ruffle skirts and bright colors, loves small critters and spring, gets distracted and excited super easily. and König is just so in love with her x)

don’t feel pressured to write this, ignore if it’s too much or if you’re too busy. make sure to drink water

-☁️

I LOVE LOVE LOVE DESCRIPTIVE REQS LIKE THIS OMG!!! dw bbgs i’ll write anything for y’all :3

ANYWAYS I HOPE I WROTE IT OUT GOOD T-T

I just know that König is one to spoil you, knowing what you like and what you’ve been wanting. And when he sees it, he’ll take no longer than half a second to make up his decision to buy it for you.

Coming back early from deployment he wanted to surprise you, he hadn’t told you that he got out yet. He knocks on the door, waiting for you to answer with a bouquet of your favorite combination of flowers and a gift behind his back.

Smiling at how you excitedly squeal and immediately just jump into his arms. Using both arms to hug and pick you up off your feet, feeling something soft and plush against your back, you step back as he holds up his gift for you.

It’s a huge Rilakkuma plushie that’s holding a small strawberry in it’s hands. Jumping up excitedly you engulf him and the plush animal in a tight hug. Showing both of your bears love.

—

It’s so funny to think about him letting you decorate the bedroom with your own little trinkets, plushies, posters and bedsheets. So every night he shuts off the pastel purple bed light and snuggles up into you under the white ruffled comforter with little cheesy accents on it.

—

Almost every three months you get a new interest into a new hobby. First it was with painting, he dedicated an empty room in the house just for you and your little studio. He picked out the biggest spare room with a big window for you to look at while you painted. König made sure to frame your favorite one in the living room and his favorite in his office.

Then it was sewing and tailoring you’re own clothes, which helped a lot with fitting König’s shirts since double xl shirts are long enough but too loose. And you got to make and tailor your own clothes for cute little dates, flowery sundresses with ruffles, adding a white lace trim to your clothes. (omg i’m rambling)

Which turned into embroidery, where you patched every little hole in you and König’s clothes and bedsheets with small flowers.

So when you trot up into his office and show him a picture of a crocheted bunny plush he’s more than happy to take you down to your favorite craft store and watch you pick out different colored yarns and different size hooks for other projects. His heart is just too soft for you to say no.

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König loves taking you out to the city during events he knows you’ll love. Walking around with you, more like trying to keep track of you. You have the attention span of a goldfish so whenever you see something you like you drop everything and go look at it.

It won’t so far that he had ti tie a balloon to your wrist to make sure he won’t lose you. He just paid for a trinket you were so fascinated with. When he looked back you were already out if the store and into the busy streets, something catching you’re eye again.

It really was a sight to see a small lady wandering through the streets with such an adorable look and fashion with you’re 6’10 fiancé holding all your new things for you.

—

Now that he’s a colonel he’s more stern with when and how long he gets deployed for. So when spring rolls around, he’s sure that no one from work will bother him and his schedule is cleared. He knows how much you love the spring, how perfect the weather is, how it’s the perfect time for flowers.

König makes sure whatever you wanna do, it’ll happen right when you want it. His favorite thing to do with you is going apple picking, it’s when you have the most motivation to bake apple everything.

Cinnamon apple pie that has beautiful dough decorations, caramel apple cookies, apple cobbler, apple cider donuts, apple fritters, and apple cinnamon oatmeal cookies. König just loves seeing you covered in flower and frosting with your gingham blue apron wrapped around you.

He loves how he gains a little weight during this time of the year with how much you bake and feed him. It’s how you show your love. Either way you love the little bit of his chubbyness, who doesn’t?

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The first time he let his comrades come over for dinner to meet you, it really was something to see their colonel just melt in your arms when he greets you at the door, introducing his team to you as they take in the warm and cozy atmosphere of your home.

The lighting was soft and comforting, accents and decorations that you picked out was littered all over the house. They didn’t even know he was engaged, let alone a home with you, they all thought he lived in an apartment by himself.

For as long as they’ve known him they would’ve never thought that his home would look like this or give off this type of feeling. They were amazed with how contrasted your and his personality was.

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König believes that in every relationship everything should be 50/50. So, while you enjoy resting out new recipes for dinner tonight, or making something you saw on instagram, and just overall coating the house and his life in your own little charm.

He does the more controlled and routine stuff. Cleaning and dishes. And sometimes you two clean the house together and listen to music on the speakers. What he loves the most is the laundry.

He loves seeing the mix of his clothes with yours, his boxers getting mixed with your pair of white thigh length socks with a small bow and at the top. He loves separating and folding the clean laundry, folding your pleated blue skirt, and matching white and blue top. He always remembers what outfit you made with each piece of clothing.

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sev-on-kamino · 9 months

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I hope your day is going better than mine

But whenever you have time could I get some fluffy headcannons about how the boys would react to receiving a flower crown from the reader

I’m so sorry you’re having a bad day, shades 😔 Let’s see what I can do to give you some good vibes, yeah?

Written while listening to ‘Adore You’ by Harry Styles

The Boys react to receiving a flower crown

Kix

He’s observant in general, but especially when it comes to you, so he definitely noticed you weaving the brightly colored blooms together.

He couldn’t take his eyes off of you, and blushed slightly when you finished and looked up at him.

He watched as you walked over, your delicate creation in hand, and gave the softest little gasp as you placed the crown on his head.

“You were making this for me, mesh’la?”

When you nod, his eyes grow impossibly soft, and he caresses your face.

“It’s perfect. I love it.”

He presses a gentle kiss to your forehead, and proudly wears it the rest of the day.

Howzer

He’s always ready to spend his downtime with you, and if that means the two of you wind up in a meadow to enjoy the sunset, so be it.

You’ve gathered loads of purple and blue flowers and settle between his legs, leaning against his chest to weave them together.

You ask him to tell you how his day went, and he presses a kiss to the side of your head before telling you about the shenanigans his squad got into, and how it would have tickled you, while he watches you handling the delicate blossoms.

When you finish your work, and turn to face him on your knees, he looks up at you with a grin that makes your heart race.

You place the crown over his perfectly styled hair and marvel at your handiwork.

“You spoil me, cyare. How do I look?”

You tell him he looks beautiful.

“All thanks to you,” he says, reaching up to pull you down for a gentle kiss.

Hunter

You know how sensitive he is to smells, so you’ve been carefully figuring out which scents agree with him and which do not.

Armed with this knowledge you track down blooms that will smell nice together, and are subtle enough to not assault his senses.

You find him twirling his vibroblade around, and he watches your approach with a raised eyebrow, and a smile tugging at his lips.

You’ve got his little present tucked behind your back, but you’re sure he can already smell them.

He’s kind and allows you to bring the crown out with a flourish without spoiling the surprise.

When you ask if they’re alright, if you can place the crown on his head, he nods and tilts forward.

You rest it on his head, and smile at the way it clashes hilariously with his skull bandana.

You ask if he likes it.

“You made it, mesh’la, of course I do. Thank you.”

He tugs you into his lap, and treats you to soft kisses and snuggles.

Rex

Even during downtime, Rex is always needed somewhere, busy with something, taking care of everyone in some way or another.

You decide a little surprise to show your appreciation is in order, and gather up the prettiest assortment of flowers you can find, weaving together an elaborate crown.

When you finally find him on his own, you grab him by the hand and tell him you need two minutes for just the two of you.

He hesitates, as there are still things that require his attention, but ultimately gives in because he hates telling you no. It’s only 2 minutes after all.

You ask him to kneel in front of you, and once he does, you pull off his bucket. He raises a brow at that, but keeps his position.

As though it were made of gold and jewels, you place the flower crown on his head, and tell him every king needs a crown.

He blinks up at you, words failing him at the gesture and the fact you just referred to him as a king.

He rises to his feet, and takes you by the hand, dragging you off towards the field where you gathered the flowers.

You ask where he’s taking you.

“The queen needs a crown too,” he says with a grin.

Wolffe

He’s figured out by now that you show love in all sorts of unexpected ways.

It’s love when you sneak him a pack of his favorite candy during a briefing.

It’s love when you fuss over him after an injury no matter how minor.

It’s love when you won’t go to sleep until he does.

So when he sees you roaming through the base, brow furrowed, something brightly colored held carefully in your hands, he can’t help the smile that spreads across his face.

He waits for you to spot him, schooling his face into a neutral expression, but he can feel the smile tugging at his lips.

When your face lights up, and you practically sprint to his side, it’s all he can do not to grin like love struck fool.

You hold up the crown with a dazzling smile, and ask if he likes it, and beam when he tells you it’s beautiful like you.

You ask where he wants to keep it, and he gives you a curious look for a moment, and you deflate a little, wondering if it’s too much.

“Isn’t it supposed to go on my head, bunny?” he asks with that warm smile he reserves for you.

You blink in surprise, before nodding, and placing the crown on his head.

You look up at him, eyes full of affection. Every bit of it is mirrored on his face.

“When did you have time to do this?” he asks, kissing your cheek.

You tell him when it comes to him, there’s always time.

He adds flower crowns to the ways you show love.

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also tagging: @freesia-writes this is my first time writing anything with Howzer, and I deffo want your opinion on how I did 😅

#seven writes for shades #seven answers #clone medic kix #clone medic kix x you #tbb howzer #tbb howzer x reader #tbb hunter #tbb hunter x reader #tcw rex #tcw rex x reader #tcw wolffe #commander wolffe x reader #reader insert

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r0-boat · 29 days

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Harpy Larry

But he's snuggly

-starsAnon

Birdie Snuggles

Harpy!Larry x Gn!reader

Your bird husband wants attention and who are you to deny him?

Sfw cut for length

(Larry is labeled as your husband and you are his wife, regardless of gender)

It's hard to tell what your 'husband' is thinking. Most of the time he stands quietly behind you, looming over you, watching you closely. Sometimes you don't even know he's there until you accidentally bump into him looking up to meet his serious face.

He wants something from you. Larry knows he does. But he himself doesn't know what it is.

This is his first time having a 'wife'.

It is a primal feeling, something intimate that he desires. But it's not mating; he knows for sure. He's already mated with you last night many times, until the sun has risen.

All the harpy knows is that it has something to do with you. He watched you from the bedding stitching and sewing up holes that you had found in the blankets used in the nest.

Larry ponders. His black feathers fluffed as he watched you idly. Perhaps this feeling is a need to spoil you? As the main 'breadwinner,' he brings back fish or game for dinner. But it has been quite a while since he brought back sweet fruits and the human treats He finds from human camps that you like.

With The sudden need to see the smile and his wife's face He gets up from the nest his feather is no longer fluffed as he prepares himself to take flight in search of gifts.

You didn't even notice that he had awoken until the wrestling of feathers and the flap of his wings caught your attention. Oh you saw was a black blur going into the distance.

"A little early for dinner."was all you said under your breath before You go back to your chores.

Keeping the nest nice and tidy for your husband's return.

You might as well start a fire in the fire pit in the cave while you wait for your Harpy husband to bring back supper.

He thought spoiling you is what His body wanted... He was wrong in the middle of gathering ripened fruit, His heart ached even more. That's familiar feeling of what he felt before he had met you, that cold gnawing on his bones of loneliness.

All the more grateful that he has you. What kind of mate would he be if he rushed back to his home empty-handed? Harpies are prideful of their ability to provide for their partner. And Larry takes it very seriously.

You heard his landing when you turned around, just about to start the fire. You are welcomed by seeing your husband standing straight-faced fruits in his arms. Flowers all over his jet black feathers, white, pink, and purple flowers all over his slicked back hair and chest feathers. Your precious smile was a wide across your face as you try to hold back your laughter.

As quick as he left he came back. Memorizing all your favorite fruits by heart, sadly he has not found any human treats, which is okay because he doesn't think they are too healthy for you

It was hard enough to find ripened fruit since most of the trees just bared the flowers, so he really had to dig into those trees to get the ripest fruit.

"Home" was all he said walking over to hand you his spoils.

You smile the pale pink flowers making you chuckle as you pick one off his head putting it behind your ear.

"Was this intentional?"You ask.

"The fruit yes, The flowers got stuck in my feathers." He answered bluntly

You take the fruit from his arms; here, you thought he went to find dinner. Putting the fruit down, you thank him, wrapping your arms around him, holding him close.

Intentional or not It was a cute surprise. He did not know humans liked flowers this much. Noted. He knows that some harpies use trinkets and flowers to decorate their feathers to attract mates in his personal opinion on him it looked silly; however it looked much cuter on you. That little pink flower nestled behind your ear was irresistible.

Before you could part from him, Larry raps his arms around you pulling, pulling you back into him. He easily picks you up, wordlessly carrying you back to the nest.

Feeling you so close to him calms the ache in his chest. This is what he wanted.

"w-wait! Now?! Larry, I'm still sore."You panic, only for him to shake his head. With his head nuzzling into your shoulder, he mumbles.

"No. No mating, I just want you."

His jet feathers kept you warm as you laid into his wing like a pillow. He encased you in a feathery wing cocoon, picking off the flowers from his head and chest and nestling it into your hair, decorating you. You had your fun seeing him look silly now he wants you to wear all these flowers He rolls you onto his chest with his back into the nest to get a better look at you. His taloned hand held your hip, and another one grazed into your hair.

His eyes widened, and you could just barely see a small smile creep on his lips.

You were gorgeous.

How could you be even more irresistible than you already were before?

He rolled you onto your back, pressing you down into the nest. Larry's lips met yours.

"I changed my mind."

#pokemon larry #larry x reader #larry headcanons #pokemon imagines #pokemon x reader #pokemon scarlet and violet #elite four larry #harpy x reader #harpy boyfriend #sfw fluff #pokemon fluff

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siempre-bucky · 2 years

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vampires

Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw x Reader

Summary: Caroline Bradshaw is convinced her dad is a vampire. She was more than convinced after hearing him tell you he wanted to suck your blood and spotting a hickey on your neck.

wc: 2k

a/n: I needed some Halloween fluff with this man... I did. enjoy!

The quaint San Diego house was dark with the exception of the blue lights emitting from the television screen. Caroline snuggled up to her father on the couch, her hand deep in the bright orange popcorn bowl while Bradley draped his arm around her cold little arm. Her eyes were glued to Halloweentown, using muscle memory to shove a fist full of popcorn in her mouth.

Bradley watched with amusement, listening to his daughter's joy-filled giggles as she watched the young witch interact with the silly-looking creatures. He chuckled as she audibly made her distaste known as the kids grabbed the fang of a vampire. Caroline dragged the tip of her tongue over her baby canine tooth “Daddy,” she began, her hazel eyes looking up at the man.

“Yes, sweetheart?”

“Are vampires real, like in the movie?”

He bit back a laugh at her innocent question, “Of course not. Vampires suck blood, turning their victims into minions of the undead,” he went on, tilting his head side to side. Caroline gulped, her little body stiffening. He looked down, his words instantly coming to a halt. “Don’t worry, sweetheart. There are no such things as vampires, werewolves, or goblins…the jury’s still out on ghosts. They’re just in the movies.”

It seemed to have calmed her down for the moment, the eight-year-old beginning to relax at his side, her head pressing against his chest.

Well, it was fine, until she was in her princess bed, looking up at the ceiling that was slightly illuminated by the stars coming from her night light. What if a vampire snuck into her room and drank her blood? Hypnotizing her to do their bidding? Caroline shook her head and sprang up from her bed, heading for her bookshelf. She pulled down a book of creatures that Mickey gave to her as a Christmas present. “Vampires, vampires, vampires—ah!” she whispered as she searched and found the page about the fanged creatures of the night.

Her eyes widened in fear as she scanned the page. “Vampires suck the book of their victims, can turn into bats, hate garlic,” she read to herself, “they’re allergic to sunlight and can be destroyed by–ew!” she slammed the book closed and swiftly walked down the hall.

“Bradley.” She heard you giggle from inside your bedroom. Caroline looked in through the crack of the door and saw Bradley sitting next to you, his lips attached to your neck. Her eyes widened—he couldn’t be. “What are you trying to do? Draw blood?” you laughed, playfully pushing him away.

“I want to suck your blood,” he put on a fake accent and put his arm around you, pushing you lower into your pillow while you tried to muffle your laughter.

Caroline gasped for air, not realizing she was holding her breath. She pressed her back against the cold wall and panted. There was no way—he said they only existed in the movies. He must’ve been joking, she soothed herself, but her suspicion stayed with her through the night.

The next morning, the girl sat at the kitchen table, pushing around the marshmallows of her cereal. You were humming to yourself as you placed a small arrangement of orange flowers on the table, “Are you ok?” you asked, watching the stern expression on your daughter's face.

“Mhm,” she responded.

“Was the movie too scary?”

“No,” she sighed, “it was fine.”

You nodded, mostly unconvinced by her reasoning. You moved your hair to the side, turning to walk away. Caroline looked up at the perfect time to see the small purple bruise on the side of your neck; the spot was perfect for a vampire’s fangs. Her blood ran cold, an icy chill ran down her spine.

She was convinced: her father, Bradley Bradshaw, was a vampire.

He came down the stairs as soon as the realization came to her, his eyes squinted and pained groans coming from his mouth. Bradley hurried to the windows and pulled the curtains closed, cursing at the sun under his breath. Caroline whipped her head around to look at him, “Y-you don’t like the sun?” she asked, hiding the tremble.

“No,” he gruffed, trying to keep the house as dark as possible. Vampires hated the sun. He walked like the dead, footsteps heavy towards the kitchen.

“What’s the real problem?” you questioned him after following him into the kitchen.

“Headache.” Rooster was a man of few words when his head felt like it was going to explode. “Need a new pillow or something.”

You carded your fingers in his hair and gave his scalp a few gentle scratches. A low rumble emitted from his throat, "You shouldn't fly today," you tell him, removing your hand and walking towards the medicine cabinet.

He gratefully took the seafoam green capsules and a small glass of water. Bradley wrapped his arm around your waist to draw you closer to his side. "I'll be fine after this and some food. I promise, honey." His eyes spotted the dark hickey on the side of your neck, an instant pleasurable reminder of last night's activities.

Bradley leaned in closer, his lips slightly parted. The distance was shrinking, plush lips were so close to making contact with your soft skin. The door opened abruptly, "Mom!" Caroline's voice boomed.

You and Bradley jolted, inching away from one another. "What?" You panted, your hand covering your beating heart.

Her hazel eyes swiveled from her mother to her father. You nor she had a wooden stake, just in case things got ugly. "I-I can't find my folder for school," she lied instead.

"Oh," you mumbled, blinking in surprise at her outburst. "I'll be right there to help."

You and Bradley shrugged at one another.

—

That night at dinner wasn't much better, your daughter had stayed silent most of the day after you picked her up from school. "Honey, go grab the garlic bread from the kitchen, please," you told her kindly, setting down the pot of spaghetti on the table.

Garlic bread. Garlic was used to ward off vampires. Caroline raced into the kitchen and grabbed the garlic salt from the cabinet. Her tongue poked out as she smothered the already fragrant bread. She thought this was a fool's proof way to see if her dad really was a vampire.

She placed the bread on the table in front of her father, matching eyes staring at him the whole time. Bradley scrunched his nose as the smell of the garlic tickled his nostrils.

"How was work?" You asked Bradley.

"Mav and Cyclone almost got into a screaming match," he chuckled, bypassing the bread and straight for the pasta.

Caroline formed a disappointed face, her fork clinking on the plate roughly. He didn't touch it for most of dinner. She was going to have to prompt him. "Do you want some of the garlic bread, Daddy? I helped make it." Bradley couldn't say no to his little girl.

The aviator inhaled, almost coughing at the over usage of the ingredient. His stomach churned at the thought of it in his mouth. "Uh," he tried to laugh it off, "I'm really full, Caroline. I'll have some later, alright?" He patted his toned stomach for added effect

That's certainly something a vampire would say. Denial of garlic. Aversion to the sun. The young girl was more convinced than ever.

—

She stood next to him on her step stool in the bathroom as they brushed their teeth. The only way Caroline would brush her teeth was if her dad did it with her. She could see his reflection in the mirror, so maybe there was still hope that he wasn’t?

She kept looking upwards, he was paying a lot of attention to his 'fangs' she noticed. Had to keep them clean for his next victim. She gulped and quickly finished, spitting into the sink before darting out of the room and leaving Bradley confused.

—

"There's something going on with her," Bradley commented as he climbed into bed. You looked up from your book and wedged your bookmark in between the pages.

"I noticed. Are you sure she was okay after the movie?" You questioned, placing your book on the bedside table.

"It was just Halloweentown," he hummed, kissing your shoulder. You giggled at the hairs of his mustache that tickled your skin.

"She's eight," you retorted.

Your husband slid closer, strong hand gliding along your stomach before resting on your side. His lips kissed higher and hair until he was able to suck on the sensitive skin, "I know," he whispered.

Bradley smirked at the whimper that fell from your lips. "Menace," you grumbled. Both of you were distracted, losing your train of thought.

"Should I close the door?" He asked lowly, sending a shiver down your spine.

As his lips left your neck, you let out a small moan, “Please.”

Before he could get up, the door busted open. You swore there was going to be a hole in the drywall from how aggressively Caroline opened it. You and Bradley looked at her in shock, her face was full of fear. “Mom, don’t let him kiss you!”

“Caroline, what’s going on?” you asked as calmly as you could in hopes to calm her.

She took in a few deep breaths and clenched her small hands into fists. “Dad wants to turn you into a minion of the undead!” she yelped.

“I what?”

“Excuse me?”

You and Bradley spoke in unison and shared the same confused expression. “Dad’s a vampire!”

Bradley stifled a laugh. “Sweetheart, I’m not a vampire.”

“Oh yeah?” she huffed, marching towards the bed, “Then why did you close the curtains? Vampires burn in the sun.”

“I had a headache and the light made it worse. Caroline, come here,” he outstretched his arms for her.

She shook her head feverishly, “No! I won’t let you take my blood.”

“I’m not taking anyone’s blood.”

“Then why does mom have a bruise on her neck? A-and I heard you tell her that you wanted to suck her blood.”

You placed your hand on Bradley's bicep and used your other to reach for her. “Honey, your dad was just messing around, he was trying to make me laugh,” you explain calmly. Caroline couldn’t take her eyes off her dad but she did put her hand in yours, climbing onto the bed.

“But your neck.”

You giggled and nudged your husband, “Sometimes he kisses too hard,” you managed to keep it rated g for her, “but he was not trying to suck my blood. Your daddy is a pilot, not a vampire. I promise.” Her stern face fell, and her poor cheeks turned a deep shade of red

“Caroline,” Bradley spoke softly. She looked at him shyly, a mix of uncertainty and embarrassment. He took her in his arms and cradled her against his chest, her eyes looking up at him. “Look,” he raised his top lip to show her his teeth, “no fangs.”

She giggled and nuzzled into him. “You’re not a vampire,” she sighed in relief.

“Not a vampire,” he repeated.

You scooted closer and ran your fingers through her hair, “Maybe no more Halloween movies this year, hmm?”

She scoffed as you kissed her forehead, “But I wanna see Halloweentown 2!” She playfully went slack in his arms, her head rolling backward to look at you upside down. “I’ll be fine!”

You laughed and rolled your eyes, “You can’t go around and accuse someone of being a troll or a vampire then,” you leaned forward and started to tickle her sides. Caroline thrashed and laughed loudly, kicking her feet.

Bradley scooped her up and held her away from you, “You’re gonna believe me when I say something doesn't exist?” he questioned with a smirk.

His daughter smiled, “I promise to believe you.” She rolled away and got under the blankets, making herself comfortable between her parents. You gave her a kiss on the cheek while Bradley kissed the other. He reached over and kissed you softly on the lips before turning off the light.

“Daddy, you said ghosts might be real?”

“Sleep, Caroline. Shh, shh, shh,” he told her sleepily, covering her eyes with his hand.

#bradley bradshaw #bradley bradshaw x reader #bradley bradshaw x you #bradley bradshaw fluff #bradley bradshaw imagine #rooster x reader #rooster x you #rooster fanfic #rooster imagine #top gun #top gun maverick

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buckybarnesb-tch · 1 year

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Klaus M. x Omega Have an Omega Child HC’s

•Hope will be the most spoiled child to ever exist on the planet

•Not just Klaus will spoil her with everything she wants, but so will her aunts and uncles leaving her Omega mother to be the practical one. ‘No you can’t take her to Disney world every weekend!’ ‘No, she can’t wear a Princess dress every day of her life!’

•One good thing is that Hope is a practical little girl. Spoiled? Yes. But she doesn’t let it go to her head thanks to her mother, she is a very kind and gentle little Omega which just makes her more cherished by everyone around her

•She presented as an Omega when she was 3 and anyone who wasn’t already in love with the little girl became so, Marcel giving up his issues with his surrogate father because he doesn’t want any harm to come to his little sister

•You have pictures on your phone that you aren’t allowed to show anyone ever, images of Klaus playing dress up with his daughter and attending tea parties, wearing flower crowns and getting his face painted just to see his little girl smile

•He once ordered every kind of donut, cupcake and cookie to be brought to the house and your child woke to a dining table full of sweets. You left it up to your Alpha to clean up the mess once she got sick, though you still bathed your daughter and got her into her pajamas yourself, her snuggling up in your nest with you and her father for the rest of the day with an upset tummy, watching movies. It was the first real time your child had been in your nest for anything other than sleep and she fell in love with it

•Hope started building her own nest that next morning in her bedroom, stealing pillows and blankets from everyone’s rooms to make it as fluffy as possible

•Klaus had to sit her down and explain to her later that day that it wasn’t okay to take things from her Mommy’s nest and they would get her whatever she wanted to make her own. She sat down with you that night and you explained what a nest is used for other than sleeping and why it’s so important and personal to each Omega

•She understood and promised not to touch your nest without you there ever again but she refused to believe there would ever be a time in her life that she wouldn’t allow her Daddy into her nest

•Both you and Klaus took the little girl shopping since she had to give everyone back their things, and you bought her all kinds of comfortable pillows and blankets, more than she could need now knowing that in a few years she will be making a nest for real and she’ll be glad she has so many extra materials when she really needs them.

•It was the cutest sight to see, your Alpha having been dragged into the nest that was far too small for him, pink and purple blankets and pillows, and a small Omega child curled up into Klaus’ chest sleeping peacefully. You had taken many pictures once he had fallen asleep and shown everyone as it was just too adorable not to

•Your Alpha later told you how precious that moment was to him, seeing his little girl building her own nest and pulling him into it so innocently, wanting him to hold her all night long like he does to her mother. It made his heart swell at how insistent she was that he would always be welcome in her nest and though he knew that to be false, it was incredibly sweet to see how sure she was and to hear how much his little girl loved him

•Klaus went to the store the next day and came home with bags of stuffed animals that she could put in her nest whenever she wanted them, also getting her fairy light to hang around the corner of her room that held the pile of comfort

•She would often bring her nesting stuff downstairs and make an even larger nest for people on movie night so that no one felt left out

•Hope found comfort in the scent of her father being in her nest as she was still young enough for the ‘Alpha Scent’ to not bother her senses as it has just always been the comforting smell of her father so she often stole a shirt or jacket he had worn so that she could smell him when he wasn’t home at night

•She was the sweetest little Omega anyone had ever seen and anyone that met her would take a bullet for her. Klaus prepared himself for the day Alphas would be knocking down his door for a chance to court her

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Bleeding heart

Spoilers for the new archon quest! And part of scaras voice lines?

Scaramouche x reader

Bleeding heart flower.

Art is NOT mine art by: fenkko on twt

You don’t understand how much I love their art

Scaramouche, The Balladeer, Kunikuzushi, names forgotten in an instant, never to be remembered always to be forgotten.

You were simply tending to your home, holding a small plushy, it had the softest hair and cute purple clothes, quite adorable. But… where did you get this? You placed the small doll down on the table and had a good look at it, it’s eyes were closed and it had a small smile, it looked homemade. You really had no idea where this came from, it didn’t look like anyone you knew nor did it resemble any doll you’ve seen out in town.

In confusion you picked it up walking to your room, whatever it is, you didn’t really care. It was an adorable plush and you were determined to keep it. Your open the bedroom door to find the perfect spot for your new friend, eyes skimming across the room and landing on the bed. Many blankets and pillows sprawled all over the place, you huff, why did you need so many blankets and pillows anyways? It just meant more work for you. Placing the doll down you continue cleaning up your home.

Scara loved sleeping with fluffy pillows and many blankets. The days when he would come visit you he’d immediately go to your room and pass out on your bed. Sometimes he’d wake up from his naps and silently pull at your clothes leading you to the bed, to tired to realize how coy he was. No matter how much he loved wrapping himself with the blankets and pillows, he loved snuggling next to you the most.

Headaches weren’t common for you, but with the amount of times you had to sit down due to your pounding head made you think otherwise. Your mind was hazy, it felt like there were little holes in your mind here and there, but the more you thought about those missing memories the more they just, magically fixed themselves. Maybe you should sit down for a little longer, maybe for the whole day.

You had eventually left the house, your plan to rest had backfired as everything you looked at in your home had only brought you more pain, so instead, you decided to go out. Your stroll though inazuma was peaceful, with no cloud in site and a fresh breeze you felt free. You continued your leisurely walk all the way to to the city, soon the sound of people and the smell of food reached you. Walking past the many stalls you stop by one, your head starting to hurt even more. The stall was selling dango, along with a sweet drink called dango milk. Although both looked delectable, your for some reason couldn’t bring yourself to buy any. Your head begins to hurt even more and you groan.

You loved the sugary sweet smell of dango, it was a warm delight you would eat once in a while. Once you had tried to coax scara into trying the chewy snack, but he only scoffed at you claiming he didn’t like how they would get stuck in his teeth, he then explains how hard it is to get out and how easier I’d be to just not eat it, you think about it before you agree. It was hard having it stuck in your teeth. You giggle, finishing your treat by yourself, opting to find something else for Scara, something he’d definitely like.

Why wouldn’t your head stop hurting? You wanted so badly for it to stop, it hurt, it hurt so so much. You stumble back to your abode, opening the door, you knew your headache wouldn’t get better once you got home, hell you left your house because of the headaches it gave you! But you didn’t really care, you just wanted something soft to lay on. Closing the door you notice something on the floor. A small white tassel the ends of it fading to a dark purple. What is this? Who does this belong to? Why is it here? You pick it up clearly it doesn’t belong to you, the tassel is soft it looks like it could match that plushy you found early that day. You stumble again, your vision begins to blur, quickly you make your way to your bed bumping into chairs and walls along the way. Throwing the neatly folded covers off your bed you lay down clutching your arms digging your nails into your flesh. You begged for sleep desperately.

The last time you had seen scara was when he declared his trip to sumeru. You questioned his choices and he replied with a “tut” you giggled, angry as he was you couldn’t help but notice how cute he looked with his his bottom lip stuck out. He looks over at you, before explaining his plan, while you could only stare in concern. You voiced your displeasure with his idea as soon as he finished, he scoffed again, but this time he wasn’t pouting, he was biting his lips. You two went back and forth for a while, then he stood up. Standing up with him you grab his arm,

“Are you sure?”

That was your only question to him before he violently pulled his arm out of your hand, you try to grab it with your other arm but he moves away causing you to grab the tassel hanging on his shirt ripping it off. He looked at you one more time sadness and anger swirling in his eyes. Then he leaves. You haven’t seen him ever since.

You woke up the next day, your headache gone, you throw off your singular blanket, stepping onto the cold floor, you turn around to make your bed. Placing the pillow and blanket back in place. You feel something missing from your bed, but that though quickly disappears and you forget. Walking to the kitchen you prepare a light breakfast, before heading out into the city. Passing by the multitude of shops you stop by one, a dango stall, smiling you purchase a sweet snack nibbling at the chewy treat. You never minded how the dango would stick to your teeth.

Fun fact I haven’t played the new quest yet

#♥︎stories #genshin impact #genshin x reader #x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin angst #scaramouche x reader angst #scaramouche x reader #scaramouche angst #genshin scaramouche #genshin impact scaramouche #genshin impact kunikuzushi #I LOVE ANGST YOU DONT GET IT #kunikuzushi x reader #angst #genshin impact angst

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marvelsswansong · 2 years

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Hi! If you're still accepting requests I'd love to see your thoughts on Eddie Munson with someone who's very quiet/introverted/shy. He seems quite outgoing and confident and I think it'd be very interesting to see how those 2 very different energies mix!

⚠️ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐈 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲, 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞.⚠️

ahhh so i think this is so cute so here's some headcanons/thoughts on Eddie x shy gn!reader:

Eddie might be infamous for being loud, obnoxious and dramatic - going so far as to stand on top of lunch tables and scream at the popular kids for their vanity - but he'll be the total opposite with you, who's known for being the quiet bookworm that no one has any problems with.

He's the type of protective boyfriend to always insist on holding your hand or having an arm around your waist to protect you

As well as holding your books when you're book shopping

And ordering for you at a cafe or restauarant because speaking to strangers makes you a lil nervous

Especially when people you don't know ask you a question on the stop you'll freeze and just stare at them, eyes wide and blinking slowly, and it's a sign for Eddie to have to step in

"Hi there! Would you like to sample this hand cream-"

"We're fine, thank you-" Eddie steps in, linking his fingers with yours and pulling you behind him.

I mean, it was just a salesman but Eddie will still send them a death glare and protectively hug you against his chest

oh Eddie would be sooo lovingly protective over a shy S/O like that: he'll tell off Steve and the freshmen kids to be on their best behaviour around you as in

no swearing, no mean jokes, no pranks

not that they would play pranks or make jokes at your expense in the first place bc you're just too sweet to trick like that, but still. Eddie makes it a point to threaten each of them separately.

would love going on lil quiet dates with you! like dates where the focus is on just the two of you being alone together

i.e. picnic dates, strolls by the lake, cartrip to a museum in a nearby city, visiting an animal sanctuary

he'd also be obessessed with giving you soft nicknames like "my shy sweetheart", "little flower", "honeybee"

would love to lay his head on your lap and have you read to him - especially if you promise to massage his scalp whilst doing so

like out in public he'd be the more dominant, protective and possessive boyfriend constantly checking in to make sure you're fine whilst still ofc being his cheeky self

"do you need any water? should we sit down? are you getting a headache?"

"I was just thinking about if I wanted the strawberry or blueberry lemonade, Eds."

"Oh. Well, we should each get one of the other so you can try both! And if we kiss, it'll make our tongues purple."

"Eddie!"

but when it's just the two of you expect him to be super loving and clingy to the point it's nauseating

"you're so fucking hot, you know that, right?"

"you've told me that about five times in the past minute or so, Eds."

"so? it's still true every time."

baby boy lovesss to bury his head into the crook of your neck whilst snuggling against you

if anyone tries to get mean or take advantage of your shy nature, he's coming in armed for war

yes, Eddie would happily bitch slap a stranger to protect you

but at the same time you, being the more mild mannered and calm natured one, have to keep him in line at certain events

it's perfect though, y'all balance each other's energies out so well 💕💕💕

#summer answers asks #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x you #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson headcanon #stranger things #eddie munson #eddie munson x gn!reader

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adobe-outdesign · 6 months

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Cherubi/cherrim reviews? 🍒🌸

Cherubi is pretty straightforward, really just a double-stemmed cherry with a face, but it is pretty darn cute with its little legs and multiple faces. I mean, look at it:

Visually, there's not a whole lot going on with it; it's got a simple two-color palette and very minimal details, with only a single stripe down the face to break up the pink a bit. I find myself wishing the leaves were more detailed—even just a line down the center (ala Chikorita) would help a lot.

I also have to mention that the smaller cherry is only there to serve as nutrients for evolution, which I think is genuinely really interesting and some fun speculative biology.

I do find it kind of strange that this line effectively evolves backwards—in fruit-bearing plants, the fruit comes after the flower as a result of pollination. Not that it really matters that much for a fantasy monster, of course, but it's one of those things that always struck me as ironic.

Anyway, Cherrim's overcast form is... alright, definitely the better of the two forms. I really like how its eyes are at the bottom of its body now, and it looks like it's snuggled up under its own petals asleep. You can also see how the body still kind of looks like Cherubi, with the line down the body and the little legs.

However, I think it suffers from the same lack of detailing Cherubi does, only to more of an extent. Its stem is just a swishy shape that improbably connects at a point, the leaves are just a single jagged shape, and the petals are solid color with nothing breaking them up. If the leaves just overlapped each other properly, maybe even curled up a bit to mimic the petals, and the stem was better drawn, it would work a lot better. It's not a huge deal, but lack of detail makes it look kind of plastic-y.

Also, the colors are all about the same brightness, which lowers the contrast. A lighter green and pink would've helped a lot to contrast against the dark purple.

Cherrim also has this sunshine form, which it switches to in strong sunlight. There are some actual plants that open up in sunlight (though ironically I don't think cherries are one of them), so it's a pretty decent gimmick.

However, I'm not huge on this form. It's based off of sakura cherry blossoms, which are very well known in Japan:

But while it fits conceptually, it doesn't really fit visually with the rest of the line. The overcast form has Cherubi's body, albeit partially covered; but this form doesn't really share any similarities with either, save for maybe the face (which is now back to being on top of the body). I kind of feel like they might've had two different cherry designs and combined them into one line later, but that's just speculation.

Regardless, this form looks a bit off. The petals are a weird shape (once again, could use more detail) and positioned in a way that makes the head feel sparse, like it should have more petals than it does. The two head balls (cherries? I guess??) don't help with this. The body has a random green bit for no reason, and is otherwise fairly generic. I like how cheerful and sun-shiny it looks, but I don't find it particularly memorable outside of its gimmick.

Anyway, as a whole, Cherubi is pretty cute and probably the best out of the line. Between Cherrim's two forms, overcast is better designed and fits the line better than the sunshine form. Not the best plant 'mon out there, but still charming in its own right.

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