#needed to make sure it was extra soft bc it’s what they deserve

[bumblebeesfromvenus]

Simon Riley NSFW hcs ♡

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Two lovely people asked for my NSFW Simon headcannons and I'm happy to provide!!

Just a disclaimer, these are my headcannons. If you have ones that are totally different, that's okay!

He's fictional and can be whatever you want him to be <3 (except a rapist. We don't do that here.)

If you have any COD thoughts or requests, my inbox is open!!

~ Fi 🐝

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I'm a soft!Simon truther until death.

There's not a single reality in which I can see him ever being too rough with you, let alone hurting you.

First of all, he has no fucking clue what he's doing. He's maybe had sex 2-3 times in his life and I don't think any of them were memorable or good.

I'd wager that all of them were hookups, encouraged by other soldiers to "let off steam". But Simon just can't do it, it feels so wrong. To give himself so fully to someone he doesn't even know.

There needs to be an emotional connection in order for him to feel comfortable and good. He needs to trust and love this person before he can do anything with them.

It's gonna take a while for him to open up, but once he does everything is smooth sailing.

(I also don't think he masturbated excessively. He probably jerked off, everyone gets horny, but especially if we say he's on antidepressants, his sex drive is pretty low. He's either too tired or just doesn't care)

Your first time together was fueled by a, not so uncommon, make-out session on his couch. It'd usually end with you grinding on his thigh or rubbing yourself over his clothed cock until you both reached a satisfactory end.

Simon thinks he could live an entire relationship with only sticking to dry humping, but in reality he's just terrified of the intimacy of real sex.

It's not too romantic, none of that rose petals lit candle stuff. It's not that Simon hates all of that, but I just think it'd be too much for the first time.

He's already so nervous (so are you probably if we're honest) and all that extra stuff would overwhelm the fuck out of him.

(He will spoil you with rose petals and candles another night, even if it just ends you with you falling asleep in eachother's arms <3)

Eventhough it's soft and sweet, you're both still very horny and basically rip the clothes off of the other.

Foreplay is important!!! (For all my girlies who don't drip down their thighs)

Not only for you but for him too. Even if he's rock hard already, he wants to enjoy himself, maybe be a tease. He will always make sure that you're okay and ready (and so will you bc he deserves it).

Would literally eat you out to calm himself down. He probably has fallen asleep while licking your pussy, it's his personal meditation.

Your taste, the way you feel on his tongue and the fact that he was two perfectly good pillows wrapped around his head made it easy for him to nod off.

Also, he prefers it hairy. (Fight me.) (pls don't)

I know it's cliche but he's like 2 seconds away from just coming inside of you the second he pushes in. Not only does he feel good but when he looks down he sees you and he could cry from how happy he is. He just loves you so much.

Can we please put the "You only take half of him" bullshit to rest??? Thank you. We all know Simon as BDE but let's keep it on the real side okay. He couldn't give less of a shit if you can take him to the hilt or not.

(Some gals physically can't bc if your vaginal canal is too short, then it's impossible. You don't want a bruised cervix, so don't be stupid) I do think when he's more comfortable about it and a little more desperate and rough, he'll play into the size kink.

He probably has a huge size kink anyway but he would never make you feel bad if you couldn't take all of him. (Especially if you're giving him head bc let's be real that thing is not going down no one's throat okay)

He has the prettiest moans. I JUST KNOW IT. they're more throaty and deep but they sound good. I honestly don't think this man is capable of whimpering (like physically. Not with that smoker lung) sorry babes.

Simon isn't too loud, but just enough to make you that much hotter. He will try to pull more moans out of you, like a little challenge for himself.

NONE OF THAT "10 rounds Riley" SHIT. (Have any of y'all ever had an orgasm before like?? Who the fuck is going ten rounds??? Not me that's for sure lmao) it really all depends on your guys' mood and neediness on that day.

I do think he can and wants to go a couple of rounds but it's probably more on the rare side and never more than 4.

He knocks out immediately. He's always tired anyways.

I think his favorite positions are missionary, prone bone, and cow girl. He likes the closeness, wants to feel every part of you and kiss it like his life depends on it.

The further you are into your relationship, the more new stuff you can try out. He's always gonna be hesitant at first but if it's not too out there he'll try it.

Simon will tell you if something is a hard no for him and he expects you to respect, just as he would for you.

Would 100% make you ride his face. Wants to he smothered in it okay. (Simon said sit, so sit.)

Simon would be down to tying you up (one condition; you're never tied to anything. In case of emergencies)

You won't get him to be tied up though, that's a real hard no.

I think the closest you'd get to a submissive Simon is if you order him around.

He's sitting on his knees before you and you tell him exactly what you want him to do (one thing Simon Riley can do is follow orders) and he'll pretend to let you be in control and maybe you are for a while, but deep down he's always in control (not necessarily sexual or possessively, he just needs the security)

He loves to get head (not as much as giving it tho) but he will never ever force his cock down your throat, even if you begged him.

He can't do it, won't do it. Has he had the urge and fantasies?? Sure, but it goes against everything he promised when you got into a relationship.

Sweetly suck on his tip and stroke the rest of his length and he's happy as a clam <3

His absolutely favorite thing is when you ride him in the morning. Just lazy and sloppy circles of your hips while you sit on top of him. He loves the sight.

Simon'll gently hold onto your hips and guide you if need be. It's even better if you're laying flush against his chest and the both of you are snuggled under the blanket.

Bonus; he loves to make-out with you. It's an unhealthy obsession that has led to too much lipgloss/lipstick ingested just bc the fucker couldn't wait 2 minutes for you to take it off.

Kissing you is his number 1 way to show you how much he loves you since words aren't his strong suit.

Needless to say, he's head over heels for you, and the sex is great. <3

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I hope you lovelies enjoyed it!

More of my works --> 💫

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[kosalus]

when the world around us quiets,

and it’s just you and me

you can get the print here!

#needed to make sure it was extra soft bc it’s what they deserve #still going insane over the fact that they KISSED and they’re CANON #imodna #critical role #critical role fanart #imogen temult #laudna #critical role campaign 3 #cr3 #bells hells #cr fanart #my art #digital art #southern gothic #dungeons and dragons #dnd #dnd art #dungeons and dragons art

[danikamariewrites]

More Azriel casual ddlg hc's bc I need it 🙃

A/n: this is just selfindulgent and I'm not sorry

Warnings: ddlg dynamic, daddy kink

Azriel isn’t usually super dominant unless you want him to be so on days where you weren’t at 100% he could tell

He’d be more gentle with the way he talks to you

He knows what it’s like to have a bad day and he wants to help you through it

At first you’d be a little distant from him wanting to be alone but that makes your mood even worse

You’d wander up to his office, his door open and waiting for you. You walk in shyly staring at the floor

Azriel gets up and strides over to you cupping your face lightly since he doesn’t know if you really want to be touched

You lean into his hands, closing your eyes and letting out a soft hum

“You ok princess?” You shake your head and immediately wrap your arms around his torso

He rubs your back and runs his fingers through your hair. “How about we relax for the day yeah? I can make you some lunch, does that sound good?” You nod against his chest. Your muffled ok making it to his ears

He starts to guide you out the door but you stay still making his stop

“Will you carry me?” Az gives you a small smile and picks you up so you cling to the front of him

After he makes you lunch he’d def have you sit in his lap while he feeds you

You like the physical reassurance when you’ve had a bad day

Azriel can never keep his hands off you anyway so he has no problem with it

Every time he tries to get up without you, you pull him back and whine

This also the only time Azriel will let your whining slide

Kisses your nose and cheeks often which makes you smile

“There’s my princess. That cute little smile.”

Azriel makes sure your warm and comfortable by dressing you in his hoodie and sweatpants

Wraps you in your favorite fluffy blanket

Bakes you cookies and feeds you

If it’s winter and really cold he’d make you hot chocolate with extra marshmallows bc you deserve it

You’d sit on his lap all day until you fall asleep then Az would carry you to bed

Other times if you had more energy Azriel would take you out to spoil you

Azriel would hold your hand while you walk down the street looking into the windows of shops

“Oohh can I get that Azzy?” “You can have whatever you want princess.”

Sometimes you want to just hear Azriel’s voice

“Read to me daddy?” You’d say pouting at him from the couch

He’d pick up your favorite book, nothing too long just something over 200 pages, and pull you into his lap

“Of course I will princess.”

You could listen to his smooth dark voice for hours. Others found it scary but you were soothed by it

#acotar #acotar fanfiction #acotar reader fic #acotar reader imagine #acotar imagine #azriel x reader #azriel shadowsinger #azriel acotar #azriel headcanons #azriel fanfic #azriel x you #azriel imagine #azriel fic

[crepe-of-wrath]

insane levels of wish fulfillment (soft dom Aizawa x very insecure f reader scenario)

mdni; again this is just absolute wish fulfillment and not a how to/guide for anything; Reader has major esteem issues bc Reader grew up in an environment that heavily stressed conventional feminine beauty and attitudes toward aging and it left a mark; if you personally grew up in an environment that was more open about those things and so this Reader's insecurities don't vibe with you, I'm sorry--most of my other x Readers are not like this but I'm just kind of in a place rn i guess; in case it wasn't already obvious, reader is skirting even closer than usual to "author self insert;" consider this a continuation of THIS

It's your first time together with Aizawa since you and he officially agreed to your dynamic. When you two had been discussing things to see if you would be a good match, you had stressed the need for cuddling after sex, explaining you were scarred by an encounter where your lover had basically pumped and ran, leaving you cold and alone on the mattress.

At first you were elated when Aizawa explained that, for your first time together, all you were going to do was cuddle. Without thinking, you settled into his arms, nuzzling his neck, playing with the tendrils that cascaded down from his ponytail, shivering with delight as his fingers lightly danced over you.

But then doubt set in. "Are--are you sure, Sir?" you had asked, so timidly (one day you hoped to call him Master, but that seemed like such a big and scary and heavy step, so you had both agreed on Sir for now). "I--I don't want to be, you know..selfish, I guess? I mean...shouldn't I have to do something to earn affection like cuddles?"

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, wrapping you up tight. His arms and chest were so muscular; he was so handsome--why had he chosen lowly you when there were so many younger and prettier subs who wanted him too?! You were about to spiral into self-doubt when his baritone voice reached down into the depths, caught you and pulled you back up to the surface, where you could breathe again.

"Angel," he explained, "what we've agreed to is a mutual exchange of service and protection that is supposed to make us feel extra special. Everyone"--here he smiled and stroked your cheek--"even little angels who have been too harshly treated by this world and don't value themselves like they should, fundamentally deserves affection. You never have to earn that--"

Whatever else he had to say was drowned out by your very, very loud sobs. They came out of nowhere--eruption, tsunami, tornado, no destructive metaphor seemed to quite suffice for how they simply overcame you, leaving you completely incapable of stopping them. The tears that flowed out of your eyes carried the sediment of literal decades of pain and loneliness and sorrow caused by your internalized belief that you just weren't pretty enough, weren't worthy of being cared for, were somehow even more wretched than you had been in your supposed bloom of youth now that you had reached your expiration date, and all other sorts of nasty things that part of you had always known weren't true, but that a more insidious part of you could never shake.

Aizawa just held you in those unwavering arms of his, murmuring little hums and nothings in that voice of his for heavens knows how long before you calmed down.

"Good girl," he said. "You're such a good girl. You lie here for just a second and I'm going to go get you some water. I think you'll need it." Exhausted, you let yourself fall into the comfortable mattress and pillow. You heard him pour something from the pitcher, and then you heard the faucet. He walked in with a glass and a towel draped on his shoulder. He handed you the water and began to gently clean up your face.

You felt so warm and fuzzy inside; being cherished, even a little, was more dizzying that even your wildest dreams. Without thinking, you said, "Thank you, Master." Then, you gasped a little, but not in a bad way. It had felt...exciting to call him that.

Aizawa drew you into his lap, and you put your arms around his neck. "Angel," he said, "I would be a liar if I didn't say that hearing you call me 'Master' is"--here he sighed again and you thought you felt something twitch in his lap--"extremely alluring. But, I also know that you had said you weren't 100% comfortable with that title yet. It's been an emotional evening and on nights like this sometimes good girls who just want to make their Sirs happy will push themselves too much and then be scared later because they want to take a step back. I promised to take care of you, sweetheart, so I don't want that to happen. So, you will call me 'Sir' for the next week--that's an order--and at the end of the week we'll have another discussion to see if you're truly comfortable with 'Master.'"

"I understand, Sir. And...thank you for taking care of me."

"I wouldn't be worthy of the honor of hearing 'Master' fall from your sweet lips if I did otherwise, Angel."

All you could do was beam at him and try to hold him as tightly as you could.

"You're so pretty," he said softly. "Why don't you give me a little kiss?"

You felt your face warm up and quietly said, "Yes, Sir," before giving him a peck on the lips.

#aizawa x reader #aizawa shouta

[eunkitarot]

Hello 🍀 Can you do Heeseung as a boyfriend reading just like u did for jayy ... btw I loved ur reading on jay as a bf 💌🤌🙆‍♀️💖

Hi sure,a tarot reading for Heeseung As a Bf

First of all there is one extra card for his reading. I dont usually read 6 but 5 cards. So I think he has more qualities to him than usual.

'I want to treat you better than you think you deserve'. Is what I am getting.

So lets get into the cards pulled,

Queen of pentacles: as a bf, heeseung is someone that is soft with you. Nurturing and patient. He is practical when it comes to the relationship but at the same time very warm. You know the cold but caring man. Tsundere? Yeah he is NOT that. He is going to shower you with love and be very obvious that he likes you. As a bf he is going to be generous with you, whether it being emotionally or physically. He can be clingy. Queen of pentacles, is an energy of maturity that is attentive to your needs and he will spoil you. He will buy you gifts and presents.He is the type that is aware you have flaws but he will overlook them just because he love you so much. Heeseung will cherish and appreciate you.

Strength:with this card heeseung believes in mutual support, emotional resilience, and enduring affection. These qualities imply that he wants a relationship that is sturdy and rich. One where both partners uphold each other in times of hardship and maintain a lasting affection that withstands the test of time. He believes in sticking with you through high and lows. He wants you to be like that too. He wont leave you when you are going through something. Even when you push him away. Im imagining a scenario where you are sick and u want a break up bcs you dont want to burden him. He will refuse to break up with you. In fact, he will stay by your side till u get better. Something like that. Very loyal. The strength card is about not giving up and I think heeseung wont give up on his people easily.

9 of wands: is so similar with the strength card. Its abt pushing through and being reselient. Heeseung knows that obviously relationships are not smooth sailing all the time, there are times where things dont go the way you want . But he believes that if you want to work it out together, the problem can be solved. Its all in your willingness to fight for the relationship. As a boyfriend,Heeseung would be supportive of you and when i say support i mean your well being. So in a sense that if what youre doing is damaging to you then he will not support it. Because he still wants the best for you. He will tell you accordingly, prioritising what u need to hear than what you want to hear.

Six of cups: as bf , Heeseung would want you to treat him like a bestfriend. He would want to hear everything about you from the gossips to your beefs with others. He is just curious abt your life. And he would do the same thing and tell you everything. Nothing to hide. He would tell you about his day, what he eats , what he wears the list goes on and on. He would even tell you if he shit that day. To that extent.He would yap and also listen. You will realise that you would go everywhere together, Heeseung is the type of bf that you need to make sure you tell him that you have friends you need to meet up. Because if not, he will be carried away. As if the world only have the 2 of you in it. So thats is something you need to tell him about because i think Heeseung himself unintentionally do that. He enjoys too much that he lost track of time.

The fool: as a bf heeseung would be someone that is excited to be around you. He would be very playful and teasy. He will make you laugh alot. He just wanna have fun with you it doesnt matter where you guys are. The fool is a 0 card. So its giving a clean slate. I interprete this as heeseung falling for his person over and over again everytime he spend time with them. Its like his feelings get reset. And it becomes stronger and stronger everytime it resets. Something like watching you eat an ice cream, and he will just think "omg she is stunning".

Bonus: A song came up. le sserafim prod. Imase JEWELRY just played in my head. For this fool card🤭)

Bottom of deck/ overall energy 9 of pentacles:however even though he can be clingy, overall he believes that having a healthy mix of independence and love between the two of you is important. He likes the fact that you guys are flourishing as a couple and as individuals. He appreciates this deeply, and he is grateful for what you have together but also as your own person. Having your own identity. He wants it to be 2 different ppl that come together to meet in the middle. 2 different puzzle pieces fitted together.

So in my opinion, as a bf he is very caring, loving at the same time playful. He is extremely loyal. I know he has this playboy kinda image going on. But from this reading he is not. He is actually a complete opposite. Once he likes someone he can be emotionally invested (explains how he can have a crush over 2 yrs) and overwhelmed in fact. So there is no way he can have emotional spaces for others once he secure someone he really love.

I hope yall like this readd dont forget to give a like 💗

#enhypen #enhypen tarot #kpop tarot #enhypen ideal type #enhypen heeseung #heeseung ideal type #heeseung

[onsunnyside]

slutty sunday, thinking abt daddy ari and brat reader

imagine bratty little girl just refusing to do what daddy says when he asks nicely and he starts getting pissed

he drags her to the bedroom without a word and starts punishing her spanking and overstim and whatnot

and all this while bratty baby is saying "no daddy why are you doing this to me 🥲🥲🥲" and she starts crying because she thought ari was literally mad at her and doesn't want her anymore

BUT AFTER HE SEES HER CRY immediately he becomes soft and babied her and explained the need for a punishment and reader goes back to "oh okay daddy!" and they continue 🥵brrr

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ari teaching you a lesson 😳 set the same verse as this drabble

"Why're you being so mean?" You weep, burying your face in a pillow and muffling your scream as his hand lands on your ass.

He laughs, roughly tugging the band of your panties before releasing it, letting it snap against your skin. "You know why."

Ever since he bought the restaurant you worked at (let's be honest, he bought the whole chain bc he's extra), he's been stopping by every day to keep an eye on you.

Today was a particularly bad day. Honestly, you just woke up feeling grumpy but couldn't call in sick again so you got dressed and went to work. Ari happened to walk right in as you were arguing with a customer, this was not one of those "the customer is always right" because is it your fault that they didn't clarify they didn't want stupid tomatoes on their stupid food? All of this, over fucking tomatoes?

Bad, bad day! You just wanted to sleep and put it all behind you!

At your silence, Ari turns you to face him and his features soften, "oh, my poor baby." He wipes the few tears on your warm skin, "am I really being too mean?" He gently manhandles you onto your back, cushioning your head with soft pillows before climbing over you.

"N-No... I don't think so."

"You know why we're doing this, right? You can't blow up on customers like that—even if they deserve it." He caresses your cheek, "You gotta be professional, or else I'll have to fire you."

You pout, "but you buy me whatever I want anyway! I don't need a job."

He laughs quietly, bending down to kiss your neck, tickling you with his beard. "I do. Is that what you want? You wanna live off me, suck me and my wallet dry?" He isn't complaining, he'd happily provide for you.

You're quiet for a few moments, "maybe." You gasp when his fingers trace down your clothed slit, nudging the small vibrator inside you.

"We'll talk about this later. First, daddy has to make sure you've learnt your lesson. If you're gonna be my baby, you gotta have good manners."

#ari x brat #🦦 anon #slutty nutty party #ari levinson #ari levinson x reader #ari levinson fanfiction #ari levinson fanfic #ari levinson smut #ari levinson fluff #ari levinson x fem!reader #ari levinson x female reader #ari levinson drabble #sonnyy drabbles

[andkisses]

♡ you can't sleep | enhypen ♡

ot7!enha headcanon: you can't sleep, and what they do to help you fall asleep

♡ ot7 x gn!reader | wc. 2.3k ♡ genres/tropes: fluff! ♡ mentions of/warnings: some pet names sprinkled throughout ? not much beyond that ♡ a/n: bulletpoint format, a little something for every member <3 small preview of jungwon's and the rest below the cut ^^ ♡ masterlist ♡

＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚ jungwon 

daily debrief

this isn’t even a “oh you can’t sleep” thing

he does it every day if he can

there’s a whole routine he’s worked out

you lay in bed on your side, facing each other

the comforter pulled up to your chins and you’re all tucked in nice and cozy

sometimes he has a hand lazily thrown over a hip

sometimes he just holds your hand

he’ll always have you go first

and he’ll listen intently as you divulge everything about your day

the good, the bad

the boring and the outstanding

and jungwon always knows the kinds of questions to ask to keep you talking

because even though you know he loves u to the moon and back

it’s hard talking abt yourself and your day sometimes, opening up and being vulnerable like that

but having jungwon so interested, with his eyes big and shining

and his smile as he encourages you to keep going

opening up is as easy as paging through a book

and once you’re finished 

(and sleepy, lbr, eyes blinking to stay awake)

it’s jungwon’s turn

but he knows you’re extra really truly sleepy now

(this was his plan all along–it’s why he makes you go first every time)

so he begins with his day, in a soft, quiet voice

he’ll hold your hand and rub his thumb across your knuckles

or push hair out of your eyes and behind your ears

and when he notices your blinks get longer, eyes staying shut

and your breath slows

and you start answering questions with “hm?” or “mhm” rather than actual words

jungwon stops talking

he takes you in–peaceful, relaxed

it’s everything he wishes for you–everything he believes you deserve

he’ll pull you close, arm around your waist, tucking you beneath his chin

and seeing you okay? safe in his arms?

it’s all jungwon needs to have a peaceful sleep

＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚ heeseung

sings a lullaby

are we surprised? n o

this man is humming or singing all the time when you’re awake

copying pieces of music like a songbird

so when you can’t sleep??

it is now his personal mission to help you relax

will prop himself up with pillows and hold out his arms, beckoning you to come snuggle in

and you get flustered bc omg just let me suffer this is embarrassing

but heeseung won’t have it

you’re his love, his dear

he’s going to do everything in his power to help you sleep and sleep peacefully

and ofc u fold bc being in his arms is your favorite place tbh

so you crawl over, snuggle into his chest and under his chin, pulling the blanket up with you

his warm arms wrap around you, and heeseung sighs bc this? you in his arms? holding  you close? is all he needs

but this isn’t about you

he asks you for a song recommendation and it can literally be anything

a n y th i n g

the doofiest goofiest song and he’d still sing it beautiful for you with perhaps too much seriousness, which in turn makes the whole situation even goofier

and it gets you to unwind because he really can sing

and he can really make you laugh

then when you run out of ideas or go quiet, he’ll start singing his own choices

maybe it’s  just a little bit

maybe it’s throwing it back with a you belong with me

it eventually gets to the point where he’s unsure if you’re awake or not–even tho you’re breaths are slow and you’re completely relaxed in his arms

but he keeps humming soft little tunes, things that aren’t even songs yet, just to make sure you’re 100% asleep, even as his own eyes pull shut and he can hear his dreams calling

you’re his everything–so of course he’ll do anything for you

＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚ jay

back rubs

a tale as old as time tbh

but if it works, it works

at the beginning of your relationship you did have to ask

and it was SO EMBARRASSING FOR YOU 

like why should u bother your bf’s sleep just bc u can’t :(

but jay never ever once made you feel bad for it

he felt worse that you couldn’t fall asleep on your own and that you struggled bc he knows how busy your day is

and if you’re that busy, you must be stressed and that’s what the root problem is

also… he’d never tell you this

but that you trusted him to help you fall asleep???

the biggest bestest ego boost ever

and as you two progress together

it gets to the point you don’t have to ask

jay’s figured out the signs of when you can’t sleep

so sometimes you’ll be there, on your side facing the wall, begging for sleep or maybe lightning to come strike through the ceiling or the floor to open up on your side of the bed

bc tbh anything would be better than struggling to fall asleep atp

then, you feel a warm hand coat your back up and down in sweet, relaxing patterns

and you sigh, the goofiest love struck smile on your face because you’re dating the sweetest most attentive man ever

he’ll notice when you’re cuddled up together too

(bc u think it’s more difficult to hide your struggles when you’re in his arms but bffr YOU’RE IN HIS ARMS)

tucked against his chest his jay’s favorite way to hold you

esp when you can’t sleep

because he can rub your back and lean against the top of your head AND GIVE YOU LITTLE KISSES

sometimes he’ll sing or ask you goofy ass questions like “would u rather rent a house on saturn or stay at a resort on mars”

and you giggle because they take you off guard

but his steady hand rubbing soothing patterns up and down your spine is all you really need

everything else is just the perfect bonus

＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚ jake

tells a story

it’s a unique excuse to talk lol

but he’s so good at it and you love hearing him speak so it’s truly a win-win

you’ll confess that you can’t sleep

(sometimes you really do try to sleep, and other times you simply skip to asking jake)

and at first jake is very much ☹️ bc wdym his bby can’t sleep

but once he’s past the shock you not being okay (even tho it’s just not being able to sleep he’s dramatic lol)

he’ll pull you close and start chatting

sometimes it’s a really story about his day or something that happened to him in the past

or maybe even a problem or situation he’s facing and everything he’s doing to solve it

sometimes tho

and these are your favorite times

he’ll make up a story on the spot

and they’re always overblown and absolutely ridiculous

like a prince who has to travel to another planet to rescue his loved one

or a fish who has to do everything they can to plug a whole in the bottom of the ocean before it all drains out

and they never make sense and he retcons all the time when he realizes it doesn’t make sense

but he’ll go on and on, one arm safe around you, the other painting invisible pictures just in front of you in the dark

and once jake realizes you’ve fallen asleep, with you curled into him and your hand tucked beneath your chin

he’ll shimmy down until you’re both comfy and under the covers

and he’ll brush hair out of your face

jake takes a moment to watch you sleep before closing his own eyes and taking a deep breath

he can’t help but smile and feel proud

because you could have the worst day ever

but you find yourself safe and relaxed in his arms

and knowing that you trust him like that??

his favorite thing of all

＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚ sunghoon

holds you close

physical touch

he may keep a polite close yet still some space distance in public

but at home

ESPECIALLY if you’re struggling with something

societal decorum goes out the window

this man is CLINGY 

you're surprised he hasn’t started calling u teddy bear with how much he holds onto you

but at times like these? when you’re eyes hurt you’ve been awake for so long but you can’t sleep still

you are so very thankful for your bf

he’ll talk himself up–aren’t u so happy u have a bf with such strong arms to hold u?

but the reality is

c’mere closer i can’t say this too loud

he’s so whipped for you he’s dizzy

having you in his arms every night is like a dream. he won a lottery with an endless payout. heaven on earth. his friends are sick of him talking abt this good god please we get it sHUT UP

just holding you makes him calm down; he finds his inner peace knowing you’re safe

and when he’s calm, you find it seeps into you too

sometimes you’re on your side spooning (and ofc he’s big spoon)

other times he’ll prop himself up with pillows and the headboard and hold you in his arms on your lap

either way he holds you secure against his frame, his warmth acting like a silent lullaby

he’ll rub your back, or gentle fingers up and down your arm

nuzzle into your neck or the top of your head

whispers pretty things to you, about you or you together or pretty things in the world

the atmosphere he creates is so tender and sweet and even after your toughest days

you always relax enough to drift off

and sunghoon always knows when you do–he feels you completely relax in his arms, slump against him, your breaths slow and even and peaceful

and sunghoon knows that, at least in this aspect, he’s done very good

＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚ sunoo

makes you get up

you're PISSED at first

bc tf u mean get out of bed? im trying to SLEEP??

but then he starts explaining how you should only ever sleep or rest in bed that way your brain understands that going to bed = sleep

and he does this as he makes the room as uncomfortable as possible

pulling off the covers and the sheets

pulling the chain on the nightstand light

poking your arm which was cute the first two times

and you’re just there like (￢_￢;) as he’s talking and all (･ᴗ<)☆ as he continues to chatter on abt the scientific evidence related to sleep habits

eventually you end up out on the couch, knees to your chest facing each other, talking about any and everything

you spill abt smth that’s been bothering you at work

(and sunoo’s heart nearly explodes bc omg u trust him and his opinion on the subject???!)

and sunoo tells you abt his day, this cafe he wants to try with you

(the way he tacks on with you to the end of talking abt the cafe makes your heart nearly explode as if u aren’t already dating)

(simp)

((he’s one too it’s okay ;))

at some point sunoo procures this lavender lotion that smells amazing and sunoo says it helps promote good sleep

and he’ll rub it into your hands, like a mini massage, as he asks you more questions about your day or something you like

and you end up leaning against the back of the couch, watching sunoo talk about something as he massages your hands and wrists

you don’t even realize you’re eyes have fallen shut until you feel sunoo poke your cheek

when you open them, he’s right in front of you, noses only a moment apart

he moves forward, a sweet, chaste kiss on your lips

“let’s get you back to bed, hm?”

and you shuffle back to bed, slipping beneath the covers, out as soon as your head hits the pillow

sunoo simply snuggles up beside you, holding your hand and tucking his head next to yours

he's happy–over the moon–that he helped his love fall asleep

and he'd do it every night if he had to

＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚ niki

games

“you can’t sleep either? want to help me pass this level?”

he's trying to three star smth on a rhythm game and passes you the phone lol

you think he’s being ridiculous bc shouldn’t we at least TRY to sleep ??

but now you’re brain is caught on the idea of competition–three staring the level AND beating niki at his own game, literally

so you take turn passing the phone back and forth, both of you failing to three star that particular song on hard

and both of you refuse to go down to normal or easy

the blue light from his phone casts a glow around the two of you

propped up against the headboard, shoulder to shoulder, your head on his shoulder and his head on yours

eventually you both get tired of that song and end up picking songs for each other to play

“the one who fails the most has to buy lunch tomorrow”

he thinks you’re being ridiculous with this bet but he would literally do anything for you

he didn’t expect you to say yes to playing, bc he knew you valued sleep

but he could tell you weren’t feeling sleeping yet and would just be struggling

and you’re really REALLY good at rhythm games

he could watch you play forever

and it ends up that way somehow

his phone in your hands as you find a series of songs you’re really good at

niki’s arm that was between you ended up around your shoulder, pulling you closer

and then… just like that

the home screen music is playing on loop and the both of you bolt awake when his phone slips from your hands

you both stare at each other for a moment, blinking, too recently pulled from sleep to know what occurred

then he takes it, exits out, locks the screen and sets it on the side table

you poke his cheek, a grin on your face

“you have to buy lunch tomorrow~~”

niki smiles, snuggling back down into the covers at your side

“yeah i guess i do”

#kdiarynet #kwritersworld #kflixnet #k-labels #enhypen headcanon #enhypen fluff #enhypen #fluff #headcanons #all

[dimlylittorch]

okay, i may—or may not—have an idea regarding your archivist!reader and simon🫣

what is he’d find some other soldiers on base either not talking nice bout them or being kinda mean/teasing towards them?

what would he do heheh?

i mean, he already said they don’t know how to treat someone like them…

(just me brain rotting over my pookies🫣)

omg yes!!! literal brain rot over simon and his archivist (the whole concept of an archivist reader is so self indulgent bc im a history major in university rn and im planning on having some kind of similar job😭)

okay, so! how simon would react:

I think it would definitely depend on who they are, and what they said.

-Let’s say it’s something small, but mean nonetheless. ‘how did a chubby piece of work like that get a job on base?’ Simon is def annoyed, but he doesn’t take it TOO seriously bc he knows it’s kind of a fair question, just not asked in a nice way. People weren’t used to seeing soft people on base!! You were a little anomaly- one he adored. If a new recruit said that, he definitely has Price give them extra work and training. If someone higher up said that, he pulls them aside and has a chat with them himself. ‘Learn to act like an adult and watch your bloody mouth’ may or may not pin them up against a locker to make sure his point gets across

-now let’s say it’s something just outright uncalled for. ‘now we know why the cafeteria keeps running out of food..’ Simon is absolutely fuming. If it’s a new recruit, he finds out when they’re alone next and seeks them out, ruffing them up a decent bit so they get the message. If it’s a higher ranking person, he knows if he wants to make an impact, he needs to get Price involved. Tells Price he needs to demote them/fire them/cut their salary- whatever Price will agree to. Price is confused, but Simon plays the ‘you’ve known me for long enough to trust my judgment’ card.

-now.. if someone ever lays a hand on you? Shoves you aside, trips you because they think it’s funny.. Simon has no issue taking physical action, making sure they end up in the infirmary for a good while, getting Soap and Gaz to help him come up with some excuse as to what happened to the asshole

-if anyone ever says anything about you and Simon’s relationship (once it’s public), he very much likes to show you off. Not in a ‘look at my property’ way, more in a ‘look at the one person who can absolutely control me’ way. Makes sure people see when you gently pull his chin down to kiss him, him giving in immediately and letting you do what you want with him. Will always be touching you in some shape or form, especially likes to hold a part of you that he knows most people make not find attractive. A gentle hand on your stomach as he wraps his arm around your waist, tracing the fat of your upper arm when you sit next to him as he holds his arm around your shoulders.. loves to prove that everyone that you absolutely deserve every shred of attention he gives you

-and if it ever happens that you know of his tendencies to get upset.. you get him to take it down a peg. He instead gets Soap to prank the bastards who mess with you constantly, Soap putting weird stuff in their bunks, messing them up during training

-there is def soap, gaz, and price solidarity with you and Simon :)) one big happy family😭

#mickey’s thoughts #call of duty #cod x reader #cod mw2 #simon ghost x you #simon ghost x reader #call of duty ghosts #ghost riley #ghost call of duty #ghost mw2 #ghost x reader #simon ghost riley #ghost cod #simon riley #simon riley x you #simon riley x reader #send asks #answered asks #asks #asks open #my asks #simon riley imagine #simon riley x y/n #simon riley cod #simon riley fluff #ghost x plus size reader #x plus size reader

[sugarcherriess]

congratulations on 1k!! 💖💖💖 you deserve it, i adore your writing so much. if requests are still open, could you maybe write like a soft yandere dom changmin smut?? i don’t like degradation or anything but i love the obsession+passion of yanderes soooo much!!

have a great day/night ^_^!!! 💕🧸⭐️

-@gyulfriend

Thank you so much my darling!!! I hope you enjoy what I came up with 🥹🥹🥹❤️

SoftDom + Yandere!Changmin:

cw - smut, mentions of having a bad day, Changmin is very… patient, reader cries bc of said bad day, since it’s yandere themed I’ve taken the liberty to make reader and Changmin’s relationship as house-bound!partner x provider!Changmin, protective jichang, threats and stuff

Changmin’s favourite time of the day is coming home

Really it is

Not because he gets to wash off and slip into his bed for a nice well deserved sleep

But because when he comes home he can always here you working somewhere in the house

There’s no better relaxer than hearing your sweet voice talking to the air like you have some invisible friends around you

He really wishes you could have real ones

But the outside world is so dangerous

He can never take any chances with his princess

So he swore, when he ordered you to stay in the house at all times, that he would do anything for you

That he would be the only friend you’ll ever need

The only company you deserve

He’d make sure to isolate you from the terribly evil outside world

Imagine his surprise when he comes home to find out you’ve had a visitor during his absence

And imagine his anger when said visitor left you distraught

Leading you to sobbing silently in your room instead of playing around the house like you usually do with one activity or another

“She said I was too introverted! That I should mingle with the neighbourhood! She said I was so stuck up for not coming to their parties, Minnie!”

Changmin’s anger almost washes out with your cute nickname for him

Such a pure name for an unpure man

The man contemplating murder in his head

He purposely brought you to a house on a hill so that no one would be in contact with you

And no one dared to be

Not until now

He’ll take care of that later though

His first priority was you:

The adorable little creature sniffling in his arms and complaining about the mean intruder

“Don’t think about it baby, I’ll take care of her,”

If you notice the implied threat in his tone then you don’t mention it

And he’s grateful for that

“How can I not think about her, she kept insulting me for twenty whole minutes,”

Changmin would stiffen and clench his jaw to contain the steam coming from his ears

Which would prove easier than assumed because you would punch the pillow next to you in the same moment

And fall flat, face-first onto the mattress

“She was so mean to me,”

You’d wail and he’d caress your head

He’d move your pliant body to the side, wiping the salty tears off your face

“I told you I’ll deal with her, darling. Don’t you trust me?”

“I do,”

Your voice has gone extra soft: an effect only he has on you

“Then forget about that bitch and tell me how I can make you feel better,”

Your scowl would turn into a mischievous smile

The kind it does when you’re about to ask for something you know he won’t refuse you

“You could fuck her out of my system. Make me think of only you, Changmin, please,”

How can he refuse when you beg so prettily?

You ask him to eat you out first

And pride blooms in his chest because no matter what, you never forget to ask and not order

Ordering is his right and his alone

So he does

He hooks his steady fingers in your underwear and pulls it down to reveal your glorious sopping center

Changmin urges you to moan out loud

Using his assertive, no-bullshit voice

He has to fill the auditory void somehow!

Since his own tongue is occupied slurping up your juices

His sweet little girl spilling all her happy fluids for him and him only

He’d lap up your pretty flowers with all the patience and focus in the world

Until your thighs stiffen and shudder in his grasp

Your belly rippling in pleasure

Breath catching in your throat

Your own hand catching between your teeth to hold back the inhumanely fucked out cry that leaves your lips anyway

Then Changmin would trail wet kisses up your torso

All the way to your heaving chest to give it its due attention

He’d leave your mouth open and unobstructed while he pushes his cock inside your desperate hole

“I’ll do anything for you,”

He’d kiss all over your heated face

“I’ll take care of everyone, baby,”

He’d whisper in your ear

“Don’t you ever cry because of anyone who isn’t me,”

His deep, calculated strokes would never cease throughout

“I’ll burn the world if it pleases you,”

“Changmin!”

You don’t really cares for what happens to the world when the volcano of pleasure is about to erupt inside you again

“I-l’m– mmnnhhh– Changmin I’m g-gonna cum!”

You wouldn’t realise that you came before you could even finish the sentence

But Changmin would

Your walls would tighten so deliciously around his hard, twitching cock that it only meant one thing

Changmin would cum right after you

And cuddle you for a while to catch his breath

The he’d rub your hands and bring you some water

Making you soup if you ask for it in your dazed mood

Feed you it with his own hands

Then kiss you passionately on the lips

A firm “I love you the most,” making its way to his lips

He’d make sure all your appetites, sexual or otherwise, are satisfied before he makes his way downhill

With his anger reignited, he would knock on the door of the same woman who confronted his precious darling in his absence

He’d make sure though, that you never find out why no one ever hears from her again

#˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Adonis Speaks #the boyz smut #changmin smut #tbz smut #ji changmin smut #the boyz scenarios #tbz scenarios #changmin scenarios #tbz hard hours #the boyz hard hours #ji changmin hard hours

[ohthatstragic]

It's Been a Long Time - p.m

a/n: ahhhhh dilf mav. my favourite < 3 thank you to the anon who requested this cute ass one-shot, omg. i loved it c: i kept this gender neutral as the request didn't use specific pronouns!

i didn't have time to proofread this so if i used a non-gender neutral pronoun somewhere pls let me know!!

also pls don’t repost or translate any of my work.. i don’t give you permission to do that.

pairings: maverick x reader

warnings: age gap, fluff, sweet mav

wc: 3,096

the request: 'maverick x younger reader (maybe reader is in their 30s or up to you) and since it has been so long for mav to take someone out on a first date, he seeks help to penny/rooster (or whoever you want) because he's been feeling jittery and on edge about where he's going to take the reader as he wants to make their 1st date to be special and memorable bcs you know it's been long too since he's this giddy.' read it in full here

Maverick drummed his long fingers against the bar top, the soft thuds echoing gently in the empty bar. The pilot had come early to visit his good friend Penny, seeking friendly advice on his upcoming date with you. He was currently waiting on the barmaid to return through the kitchen doors, his eyes anxiously darting between the double swing doors and the hard, wooden top beneath his fidgeting fingers. Impatiently, he blew out a short breath of air through his mouth, quickly glancing at the digital watch that rested on his right wrist.

"Need to be somewhere, Pete?" Penny's amused voice called out from behind him, making the older pilot jump in his seat. A grin reached his lips as he chuckled at her question, turning to face the woman in question.

"Sorry," He sighed. "It's.. it's just been a long time." Maverick shrugged, his tongue coming to poke at the inside of his bottom lip in mild frustration. Penny couldn't help the smirk that came to rest on her lips as she strutted behind the bar, placing her palms down on the top of it, leaning against it.

"Pete, I've known you long enough and I know you well enough to know that you shouldn't be fretting over a first date. You must've had what, like... a million of them?" Penny teased, a quiet laugh leaving her lips. Maverick joined her in laughing and let his head fall back as he sighed.

He shook his head and swallowed. "I know, but, Y/N... they're different." Maverick's brows knotted together, shrugging. In all honesty, he was nervous - a complete and utter wreck. He had no idea where to take you or what to do. The man was desperate for it to be the best date you've been on - because that's what you deserved. The last time he really went on a first date was definitely more than a few years ago, so he wasn't really up to date with what the current... 'trends' were.

"Is it because... they're younger?" Penny quietly asked, her curious eyes trained on the experienced pilot that sat anxiously in front of her. She knew he was worrying about making a good first impression with you, and she also knew how he felt about you. It wasn't anything like his previous flames. Maverick didn't answer her, fearful of what she might think. "Alright," Penny smiled kindly, her straight and white teeth poking out from beneath her pink lips. "What do they love to do? Or what's one of their favourite things?" She questioned and cocked her head at the pilot as he cast his gaze downwards in an attempt to rattle his brain for an answer.

"They love sunrises and sunsets." He replied, a faint smile crossing his features as he reminisced on a warm summer morning where you had woken up extra early to watch the sun rise and called him, eager to make sure he had also witnessed it at the same time.

a month ago

Your phone buzzed to life, the theme song to The Big Bang Theory blaring out into your bedroom. With a heavy groan, you flung your hand down onto your bedside table, half-asleep, your fingers fumbling against your phone screen in a weak attempt to silence the headache inducing music. Despite it being your favourite show, the theme song soon got old and it made you want to get up - hence why you had made it your alarm clock sound.

You raised your phone to your eyes, squinting at the bright screen as you glanced away for a moment, giving yourself time to adjust to the sudden change in lighting. Five fifty-two in the morning. Rubbing the sleep out of your eyes with heavy hands, you swiftly slipped out of your dishevelled bed; the cold, brisk morning air hugging your half-dressed figure. A brief shiver plagued your body and you turned around quickly, grabbing the duvet and cocooning yourself within it like a caterpillar. You rushed to your bedroom window, a goofy smile reaching your lips as you eagerly ripped open the curtains, eyes falling on the red and orange hue that was slowly growing over the horizon.

"Mav," You mumbled to yourself, reaching to the side of your now-naked bed for your phone. Feeling the cool, glass material against your fingertips you pulled it close to you, opening it quickly. You scrolled through your contacts before you found his, and dialled it, your smile widening.

The shrill trill of Maverick's phone rang out in his bedroom and he stirred awake, a frustrated groan reverberating from his bare chest. "Who.. the fu.." He grumbled, clumsily turning over in his bed as he grabbed his phone with an exasperated huff. This better be important, he thought. "Hello?" He answered with a husky voice.

"Mav?" Your sweet voice squeaked quietly, and Maverick felt his previous frustration melt away instantly. A content smile spread across his cheeks.

"Hey, Y/N, everything okay?" Maverick asked, quickly checking the time. Five fifty-six in the morning. His brows furrowed and his concern grew slightly.

"Yes," You bit down on your lip, nibbling anxiously. "Go and look out your window." You quickly said, earning a confused grunt from the man on the other end of the line. "Mav, just do it." You laughed.

"Alright." He sighed, unable to hide the amused smile playing on his lips. The older pilot stood up slowly, a hand coming up to rub his face to try and wake himself up a bit more. He pulled open his curtains, the bright morning blinding him momentarily. "What am I looking at?" Maverick asked, quite obviously confused. He expected you to be standing there with a boombox like John Cusack in the film Say Anything, but instead he was only greeted with nothing.

"The sunrise, isn't it beautiful?" You gushed, letting your head rest against your fisted hand, which was leaning against the windowsill. Maverick, still being half-asleep, stared confusedly before he realised what you were talking about. His gaze lifted to the coral sky, watching the clouds part like the Red Sea as the sun gradually rose from it's resting place, below the horizon.

"Oh, yeah, it's stunning, Y/N," Maverick agreed, his heart feeling full. He had just realised that you had called him so he could enjoy the beautiful sunrise with you, and it made him ecstatic. "I've seen something better, though." He admitted, a gentle laugh escaping his grinning mouth.

"Really?" You asked obliviously.

"Yeah, you." He replied smoothly, making you blush. You let out a shy giggle at his words.

"That was cheesy, Mav."

"You need some cheesiness in your life, otherwise it's boring, trust me." He said, still staring out at the rising sun. He hoped you were doing the same.

Your lips had twisted into another bashful smile. "If you're the one saying it, then I think I can tolerate it." You giggled.

"Pete?" Penny called out to her old friend, an amused grin on her lips.

"What?" Maverick blinked.

"I said why don't you take them to see the sunrise or sunset in your plane?" She laughed, clearly amused by the fact that the older pilot had just totally and completely zoned out by thinking about you. Maybe you were special after all.

"Oh yeah, that's a great idea, Pen." He was pleased at Penny's suggestion - for one it included flying, and two, it involved flying with you. "You think they'd like that?" Maverick asked, just needing a little bit more reassurance.

"Definitely. They're always beaming whenever they talk about you flying. I think Y/N'd love it." Penny grinned, tapping the bar top with her palm as if she was securing the deal. Maverick thought it over for a moment, his gaze falling to his fidgeting fingers.

"Alright, I'll give it go." He shrugged, standing up from his seat. "Thanks again, Penny. I'll let you know how it goes." Maverick threw the barmaid a grateful smile, and she returned it, waving him off.

****

Right Down The Line by Gerry Rafferty was playing out in Maverick's hangar as he was making some last-minute adjustments to his plane before you arrived. "You know I need your love," He mumbled to himself, his foot tapping rhythmically against the concrete floor. "You've got that hold over me." He quietly sang to himself as his skilful fingers worked in the engine of his P-51 Mustang.

"Long as I got your love, you know that I'll never leave." You sang back, poking your head over the wing of the 1945 plane, and Maverick almost lost his footing from your sudden presence. The man stumbled backwards as he sucked in a sharp breath. "Sorry," You giggled as you watched his shocked face twist back into a happy smile.

"Jesus," He chuckled, running a hand through his hair. "Don't worry about it, I'll get you back once we're in the sky." Maverick teased with a wink as he stepped forwards again, finishing up on the engine.

"Once we're where?" You repeated, utterly surprised.

"In the sky." He said, grinning. You couldn't hide your excitement.

Your mouth fell agape, eyes lighting up with elation. "You're telling me, that I, Y/N L/N, get to fly with the Captain Pete 'Maverick' Mitchell?" You gasped quietly, glancing between the old model plane and it's owner.

"I suppose so, yeah," He laughed lightly at your reaction and he couldn't disguise the happiness that was currently shooting through his body. Maverick was thrilled that you had a positive reaction to his suggestion - deep down he was worried that you'd be terrified and you'd refuse to fly with him. "Have you ever been in a plane before?" Maverick asked, honestly a little curious and nervous.

"Um," You swallowed. "Once or twice, but commercially, not like this." A nervous giggle escaped you and it warmed Maverick's heart.

"I think you'll love it."

****

You and Maverick spoke for a little while, and he was even kind enough to teach you a little about his P-51 Mustang, which you were - of course - delighted to listen to. The two of you now sat inside his plane as he taxied it to the runway, and you felt your heart begin to race at the anticipation. "Ready?" You heard Maverick call from in front of you, the reflection of his grinning face mirrored in the acrylic canopy. An eager smile reached your lips as your hands flew up to adjust the headset atop your head that he had given you.

"Yes!" You replied back, voice full of enthusiasm. Maverick smiled to himself as he pushed the throttle forwards, the plane beginning to race towards the end of the runway. As it caught enough speed, Maverick pulled back on the centre stick, the plane beginning to lift off from the ground. You sucked in a breath as you felt your stomach drop slightly from the sudden change in altitude.

"Talk to me, Y/N," Maverick said from the front seat with a small smile on his lips. You were absolutely stunned by how gorgeous the world looks from up here, that you almost didn't hear him.

"Wow," You breathed out, pressing your hands against the canopy like a child at a candy shop. "It's beautiful up here!" You gushed, eyes darting all over the Earth below you. Bright, luscious green trees dotted the ground, sandwiched between small and big white houses, the red roofs creating a stark contrast.

"Yeah, it really is." Maverick smiled, his hand coming up to push his aviators back up onto the bridge of his nose. He angled the plane at a sharp, almost vertical slant, and you squeaked at the instantaneous action.

"Mav!" You laughed, squeezing your eyes shut, your hands flying up to grab a hold of the headset that was slipping off of you.

"I told you I'd get you back," He laughed at you, returning the plane to a horizontal position. As you reopened your eyes, slowly, the sky was painted a beautiful shade of peach and pink, with a mix of lavender smothered above it. "You seen it yet?" He asked quietly, looking out of the window to admire the natural phenomenon.

"Holy shit..." You breathed out as your eyes widened like a doe, staring at the breath-taking sunset taking place in front of you. Maverick grinned at your reaction, holding back the happy laugh that was scratching at his throat to escape him. "Mav, this is beautiful!" You gushed, mouth falling agape as he turned the plane once more, and another squeak left your lips. "Mav!" You exclaimed.

"I'll stop now, I promise." His chest bounced from the hearty laugh that escaped him, his cheeks beginning to feel a little sore from the constant grin stuck on his face.

****

Maverick had landed the plane and was currently taxiing it into the hangar. As he parked the plane in it's spot, he shut off the engine and glanced behind his shoulder to look at you, who currently had the world's biggest smile on your face. "We have to do that again, please!" You demanded, your smile growing into a toothy grin. Maverick chuckled at your enthusiasm, and he nodded at you.

"Of course." Maverick assured you, his hands clicking open the canopy with a soft thud. He climbed out onto the wing, shuffling the front seat forwards so you could slip out of it as well. As you crawled forwards and out of the cockpit, he offered you a hand and you gratefully accepted it, gripping it tightly. If anything, you were afraid you'd slip and fall off of the wing of the plane. "Careful," He mumbled, watching your feet. You felt your cheeks burn as you stared at his face, a little awe-struck if you were honest with yourself.

"Thanks," You choked out as Maverick kept your hand in his, his feet stepping back to the edge of the wing. As he let go of your hand for a split second, he hopped down and held out both of his hands this time to encourage you to jump down. "Please don't drop me." You giggled nervously as you bent down to plop your bum on the wing, legs dangling off of it.

"I've got you, I promise." Maverick assured you, a kind smile reaching his lips. You blushed at his handsome face, biting down on the inside of your lip as he moved toward you, his hands landing on your waist. "One, two, three!" He counted, slipping you off of the wing on the last number, his grip tightening around your waist as he pulled you flush against his body.

"Thank you," You said quietly, utterly breathless at the close proximity between the two of you. You let your eyes fall to his parted lips, quickly flicking back up to meet his curious blue eyes. Maverick noticed your timidity and he smiled at you, releasing you gently from his grasp. You felt sad at the loss of contact from him, but you pushed the feeling aside, smiling back at Maverick. As much as you wanted to kiss the man in that very moment, you didn't want to be too forward.

"I hope you're hungry." Maverick suddenly said with a shy smile, and you quickly frowned, quite obviously confused at his words. Before you could ask what he meant, he lead you round the corner of the plane, your surprised eyes falling onto a candlelit dinner set up on a makeshift table.

"Oh my gosh," You gasped. He had placed a classic red and white gingham cloth atop the table and adorned it with white china plates; a simple, long and slender white candle sat lit in between the two dishes. Steam billowed up from the spaghetti that was neatly arranged in a spiral-like fashion with a piece of basil placed nimbly atop of the Italian staple food. "Oh, Mav, this is just..." You trailed off with a shaky voice, feeling a little emotional at the set up. Nobody had ever gone to these lengths before for a first date, and you were definitely feeling special. Turning your body toward him, you felt tears begin to bubble against your waterline. Maverick's once-smiling face fell at your sad one, and he rushed to you, his hand coming up to cup your cheek. A small smile instantly warmed your face as he touched you.

"I'm sorry, I didn't know-" He shook his head softly as he watched a tear spill from your glossy eyes. Oh god, he did too much.

"No, Mav, I love it. It's just- no one has ever done this for me before." You laughed through your tears, a weak grin growing on your lips. His sad look faded and he smiled at you, his large hands sliding from your now-tear-stained cheek to your hands, the soft pad of his thumbs caressing the back of your palms gently. "Thank you so much." You whispered, unable to meet his eyes. God, what a mess you were.

"You're welcome, Y/N, I just wanted our first date to be special... I was worried that you'd be disappointed." He admitted with a sheepish smile, leading you to the table. You shook your head at him, completely in shock that he thought such a thing. How could you be disappointed to go on a date with the 'Maverick'?

"You're joking, right, Mav?" A soft, incredulous laugh left your lips and he stared at you, obviously serious. "Well, first, I would never be disappointed to go on a date with you. If the date was to sit in a field and stare at each other, I'd be thrilled." You giggled at him. "And second, I'm honoured to have even been offered an opportunity like this." You teased him as you sat down opposite him, the soft, amber glow of the candle illuminating his smiling face. "Thirdly, how the hell did you set this up when you've been flying a plane with me?"

"A magician never reveals his secrets." He replied cryptically, unable to hide the smirk that was picking at the corners of his lips. You rolled your eyes at him with a bashful smile, your hand reaching forward to grasp the glass of wine that sat to the right of your plate of spaghetti.

"A pilot and a comedian, boy am I lucky." You joked, grinning as you took sip of the refreshing red vino; a satisfied hum leaving your pursed lips as you savoured the sweet taste. "Thank you again Mav, for all of this, it was a dream come true, honestly." You said with a soft voice, gazing at the man in question. He shook his head at your words.

"It's my pleasure, Y/N, I wanted to make you feel special." Maverick stared at you with a besotted smile.

"Well, you definitely did just that!" You laughed, feeling the tears return to your eyes.

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Read Dead of Night

Pairing: Diluc x Reader

Pronouns: none, but mentions of the word husband

Content: overworked diluc, mentions of stress and implied trauma.

Description: It was only fair that you treat Diluc just as well as he treated you.

Notes: PLS TAKE THIS AS AN APOLOGY FOR THE AMOUNT OF TOME IVE HAD TO TAKE AS BREAK AND ALSO MOT HAVJNG THE TIME TO WRITE. I can’t promise I’ll be able to write all the time especially BCS I’m graduating soon but I’ll do what I can <3

In honor of a request I got and also me getting his new skin!! Other requests will be worked on as soon as possible.

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Rays of sunshine hit just right through the window as you sit next to the fireplace at the Dawn Winery. Soft humming sounds from behind you as the maids do their work and move around the Winery.

The book in your hand is placed to the side as you hear the door creak open. Dilucs heavy shoes thud on the floor as he enters and he makes his presence known through the heavy sigh he blows out.

He’s wearing his new outfit, but by the looks of it, he had a rough day. The extra cloth on him was torn to the side and his boots were heavy with mud. Nothing unfixable, but it seemed to take a toll on him.

His face was scrunched up as he tightened his high ponytail and took off his boots, making sure to find a place that wouldn’t get so dirtied with mud.

“Diluc, honey, are you okay?” You ask, reaching a hand to his shoulder.

He tenses before placing a hand over yours and smiles at you.

“Im okay, but I’m due a break now. Today was… not the best.”

The maids shuffle out as they see the heavy drowsiness laced in his voice, knowing it was time for their shift to end and go along to do something else.

You help him out of his heavy attire and claymore before looking for a fresh set of clothes and placing it in his hands.

“You don’t have to care for me like this, I’ll be fine my dear.”

“I am your husband, it is only normal that I take care of you just as you take care of me.”

You place a hand on his cheek and he leans into your touch, “what did I do to deserve you?”

He breathes out a heavy sigh as he looks at you with the most adoration possible.

“It’s not what you did, but who you are, Diluc.”

He holds onto you tightly, afraid that if he let go something would happen.

He looks at you for a second before leaning in and placing a gentle kiss to your lips. He always did his best to take care of you with the upmost sweetness. It meant the world to him that you would do it back.

He felt undeserving of it, but you showed him that he was worth of love and care.

You let out a hum as he deepened the kiss, “nah uh, you need to take a shower, you’re all sweaty!”

Diluc chuckles at the face you make as you swat him away, ushering him into the bathroom. You swiftly close the door and he goes in to take a quick shower. Making sure not to spend too much time in there, even though the water was as just the right temperature. He felt like he could stay in there forever.

This was the time of day where he felt most comfortable, to be able to be himself. Without having to think of his duties as anything but a husband. No work, no monsters, no conflict.

Soon enough his shower was down and he dries off his hair, putting on comfortable wear and making sure to fold his other outfit snug. He makes a mental note to check what needs to be sewed back up or tailored as he folds it.

“How are you feeling now?”

The question caught him off guard as it cuts him off of his thoughts, “a lot better, thank you, my love.”

You grab his hand as you escort him towards the fire place, placing a ready meal and a drink right beside him. He immediately starts digging in, seems as if he hadn’t eaten too much today.

“Did you eat today?”

“Only a bit, I had a lot to do around the tavern and customers were coming in and ou-“

You grab another small portion from your plate and place it on his, he looks down and then back up at you.

“There’s no need to do that, you should eat well too-“

You grab your book and place it on your lap, “I’ve already eaten enough today. If you haven’t, then it’s my duty to prevent that from happening, especially if you’re right in front of me. Dig in, I can read to you while you eat?”

You offer the idea to him and he nods hesitantly, he’s always loved hearing your voice, especially on days like these where he can’t seem to catch a break.

He smiles and continues to eat as he watches you drink from your cup and continue on the spot you had previously bookmarked.

Soon enough he was done with his food and drink, eventually he just anchored his head on his hand and watched you as you read. A small smile was set on his face, a rare sight that only a few could afford to see.

His eyes opened and closed as he tried his best to stay awake, but it looks as if it wasn’t working.

Once the chapter was done you took your time and set the dishes elsewhere, grabbing his hand and bringing him back to your guy’s bedroom.

You drag him towards the bed and he immediately lays down, letting out a sigh at the heavenly feel of the pillows and sheets on his skin.

He gets comfortable easy but is almost fully awake as soon as he notices that you aren’t in bed with him, “where are you going?”

He asks and you can almost hear the desperation in his voice, it looks like it really was an incredibly heavy day for him. It doesn’t happen often, but sometimes he can’t stand to be alone with his own thoughts.

“I was planning on going back to reading my book” you answer truthfully.

“Could you, uh— could you stay with me.”

His arms open as he sees you near towards him. His warmth engulfs you as he hugs you. His hair, no longer in a ponytail, tickles your face and it makes you let out an airy laugh.

“What’s so funny?”

“Your hair… is in my face” you try to say as you stay tightened up to his chest.

You can hear and feel as he rumbles out a laugh, he doesn’t respond, but instead snuggles up to you even more. Essentially making his hair tickle you even more and all you can do is just whine and hug him back. Making sure to let him know that it wasn’t actually annoying you or anything”

“I love you.” You mumble out

“I love you… too.” You hear him say as you both drift off into sleep.

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down to her place (you've always been her lover)

just a spur of the moment, quick little bit of fluff for @alittleposhtoad, featuring price x bug (her wonderful oc)! title lyrics taken from suzanne by leonard cohen bc holy fuck. SFW / 1.5k words

Herein is a place that reminds John Price of eras gone past, arenas of play he’d denied himself access to: Bug’s living space, far removed from the bays of the base’s motor pool. 

By his very nature—a man built to fight endlessly against life’s currents without question, only teeth-gritted determination, the sweat of his brow stinging his eyes, and the ache in his back from carrying a weight he cannot bring himself to name as anything other than responsibility—he’d not set foot into many homes. He himself was without one, though he does maintain a space unworthy of mention in Burnham, largely for the sake of paperwork and the proximity to Heathrow. 

Bug’s place, however, is lived-in. It is small, but well-kept. She’s made sure to build a place for herself well within her means, while not skimping on the important. There is purpose behind her purchases or repairs. Everything is maintained to best live a long life, simplicity and purposefulness. 

He knows it comes from the same wellsprings as his impulses; she was also raised blue collar, springing above and falling below it as work and seasons came and went. Tense red labeled, ‘LAST NOTICE’ bills always in the periphery as idle hands twitched for new work. 

She’d answered the door in a wool jumper, sleeves pushed up to her elbows, with jeans, wool socks, and slippers before that. Her grin had taken a second to kick in, but it had immediately burned bright, consuming the whole of her face and bringing out the apples of her cheeks. “Hello, y’old bastard, took your time getting here, didn’t ya?” she asks, musical as always in her accent. 

Price noted the smell of dish detergent on her, and the small beads of water clinging to her soft arm hair. He hummed a laugh and held out a bottle of Aberlour—cracked, but only a third empty. She’d told him not to buy a new bottle, so he’d just brought the one from his desk at the base. “Knew you were stripping your uniforms, decided you’d needed the extra time for it.”

The Welsh rolled out of her mouth as she took the bottle and looked it over, and, fuck, he wondered if he’s a fool. Does he really deserve this, at all? It’s not something he wonders on often. He tries to not question the good things he has in his life, however few they are. 

This woman might be the best of them, though. He knows she is, the only thing stopping him from admitting it fully to himself is a lacking expanse of time. But, down in the marrow, he knows.

“Come here, taste this,” she says, now that they’re in the kitchen together. Bottles of beer had been opened, and the drip condensation down their amber glass, cold water pooling around the base of Bug’s on the counter. She’s working on some kind of soup, kitchen sink in the extreme, and she holds a spoon out to him.

There’s a moment of thought where he considers taking the spoon from her, and perhaps she’s thinking of it, too, but there’s a glint of challenge in her eye as she looks up to him. Another game. The smile pulling at his mouth tells him he isn’t overly wary of it. This is no battlefield, this is no negotiation with lives on the line. It’s just him and Bug. It’s just a kitchen. It’s just soup.

He leans down and blows on the spoon briefly before helping out with the taste test, humming as the flavor hits his tongue. “Hmm. Salt’s fine, that’ll cook down, I reckon. What’s that pickle-y taste? Could use more of that, and the garlic.”

“Dill,” she provides, scanning his reactions.

“More of that. Reminds me of that Russian mess they make, with the sausage,” he snorts, warmed and calm, sipping his beer.

“Solyanka, boss,” she adds, beaming. Instantly, she’s going through her wares, adjusting to his recommendation. “Should make that for you at some point. One of the better hangover cures I’ve seen, to boot. With that dark bread and the pig fat, too? Forget it, you’re golden.”

“Think I’ll stick to hair of the dog, if it’s all the same to you,” he chuckles, leaning a hip up against the counter to watch her work. The smirk she throws his way puts a stutter in his chest–just a faint thing, just a small thing that makes him want more–and he imagines sliding his hand deeply into the dark red hair at the base of her skull. 

How’d she look if he massaged her scalp and turned her head, simply to study her face? She’d probably smirk again, pleased with him, and the sliver of her teeth revealed by the cut of her lips would catch the light and glint silver. Her freckles would sit darker and dust across her skin as it warmed. All over her body.

That thought is sending blood in the wrong direction for dinner, and it makes his tongue leaden. Might be best to veer off from it, for the time being at least. It’s a small deal to make with himself, but one he’s practiced at. He’s done it for everything that might distract or divert him for the last…entire life, really. 

“No skin off my nose,” she tosses back, slopping the spoon under the tap to rinse it off, dumping it next to the pot on a rest plate with a ladle. There’s a minute pause, and, again, Price isn’t keen to escape the feeling he’s being examined. It’s a rather nice feeling, being seen, estimated. 

“What?” he hums, raising a brow, inclining his bottle as she takes a pull from her own. 

“Nothin’, nothin’,” she teases, motioning her head, and smiling small, but with immense knowledge, when Price puts the lid back on the pot at her mere suggestion. “I was just thinking about that look you had on your face. Looked like you were thinking some heavy thoughts. Need help lifting them?”

It’s a blatant tease, and Price can’t help but feel slightly caught-out. But it’s nowhere near dire. It just makes him laugh a bit. “Uh-huh,” he starts, a smile crawling across his mouth, “was actually thinking over the fact you’d invited me over for beef wellington and foie gras.”

Her smile intensifies as he plays into her bit, crinkling her eyes. “Uh-huh,” she echoes him, stepping closer, “and you still decided to come over, not even knowin’ what I was going to fix for you. But—to be fair to myself, I did tell you that I needed to clean out my fridge and freezer. Sort of on you for jumping on the grenade, huh?”

“Little bit, yeah,” he laughs again. “Still works in my favor. Don’t generally go for gourmet unless it’s on someone else’s dime.”

A lump forms in his throat, hard to swallow around, when her hand comes to his forearm, sliding down to his wrist, massaging lightly. But her energy never softens or wanes, even with the intimate bit of contact, still meeting his face megawatt as she says, “Nah, I don’t reckon you would. Let me ask you something, though. You’ve been here more than an hour, now, and you still haven’t tried to kiss me. That off the table now or something?”

To his credit, Price doesn’t jolt, he only grows steadier in body language. Twenty years in this game made him thrive when put on the spot, as opposed to the alternative. He moves in closer to match her, lowering his voice and his gaze, mouth pulling toward a smirk. 

“Huh. Well, had been figuring that there’s not much of a call for rushing. Unless I misunderstood the ‘spend the night’ tone in your invitation. But the bit about breakfast in the morning seemed sort of obvious,” he says, drawling through his thoughts, sliding one shoe on the outside of her slippered feet, closing a bit around her body. 

Bug leans right into it, relaxing even further, crossing arms under her breasts with the bottle dangling from her fingers. She cocks her head, some hair shifting to spill over her shoulders. And, there it is, that silvery sliver of teeth he’d imagined earlier, catching his attention and stealing a bit of his breath, and suddenly, he is consumed with the thought of her lips and her body against his.

“Well, thank god, the man can read subtext,” she jokes, giving him a quick but savoring up and down. “I’d hoped I wasn’t being too subtle with all that. But I think I might be too subtle with what I’m asking right now, if you’ve still not gone ahead and done it.”

The laugh that comes out of Price this time barks. It’s no soft or retiring thing, it fills the room, pure delight and fun. “Copy, loud and clear,” he says, sliding his hand as deeply into her hair as he’d imagined, tipping Bug’s head back, grinning into the kiss he presses against her lips as she parts them and crawls her hands up his chest to grip the front of his shirt. And she is the one to hum pleasure and satisfaction in the slow moment, with a warm, lazy, and dark night ahead of them. 

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HIIIIII EMMYYY are you ready for possibly my most self indulgent rant yet?

so I actually haven’t had the best past few days and using fictional men as my comfort actually helped make me feel better a bit, soooo I’m here to share another rant in case you’re down and need this too!! :D

atsumu, the love of my life, my pride and joy, my husband, my everything tbh!! comforts you after a hard day, you’ve been down about so many things-body image (my main struggle as a not so skinny girlie tbh) not feeling good enough, missing out on stuff, whatever it is!! and when you get home you’re all teary and admit that the only thing you wanted all day was him. And he MELTS AND MAKES IT HIS MISSION TO MAKE YOU FEEL BETTER. he’d make sure you’re properly taken care of- sooooo many cuddles, the SWEETEST of sweet nothings whispered in your ear to make you ease up and feel so loved. That’s all he wants for you- he wants you to feel every single ounce of his love. He’s so set on taking care of you the best he can. Rubbing up and down your back and kissing you all over, every inch he can reach (if you’re like me with the body insecurities, he’d definitely give extra attention to those places). He’ll also do his best to make you laugh if you don’t want to talk about it. And when you wake up the next day, he’s still all sweet on you, making you breakfast and using your favourite pet names, etc. he hates when you feel sad, so he’ll be on high alert for the next couple days making sure his baby is recovering and not stuck in a bad place. I’m just so so so so soft for him always and he brought me a lot of comfort today so I wanted to share!!! There is absolutely NO RUSH to respond to this btw, please don’t feel pressured to!! ILYYYYY I HOPE YOU’RE DOING WELL !!!!

anon <3

LITERALLY LIVE LAUGH L O V I N G THIS-

Listen. ListEN TO ME DAMN IT-

ATSUMU LOVES A THICC MOMMAS AND HE KNOWS YOU KNOW THAT, OKAY??? I DONT MAKE THE RULES AND IF YOU THINK I DO, I ACTUALLY DO BC THIS IS MY KINGDOM

also just as a tiny baby tw for some potential body dismorphia, there’s nothing in detail but I know negative talk in fics can trigger it, so I just want everyone to feel safe 🥺❤️

Listen. Self esteem is something hard to maintain. And he knows that, he’s so proud of you for the strides you’ve made- but no one always loves themself. No one always loves who they are or what they see in the mirror.

And he’d rather shove a toothpick under his toenail and kick a wall than ever have you fester in these thoughts alone.

The minute your fine ass comes strutting into your house, eyes a little watery and bottom lip trembling, he instantly jumps up and wraps you up in his big arms, cradling your head and shushing you softly. He’s not gonna make you talk while you’re sobbing into his chest, though his mind is soaring a million thoughts a second to try and figure it out.

“Bad day?” He murmurs into your hair once you calm down, and you offer him a sniffle and cling to him tighter.

“They’re so… mean, ‘tsumu,” you whimper and he’s about ready to maim someone and their first born.

“Who is?”

“The little voice in my head…” you choke on your tears while Atsumu tenses up. “And telling me you’re too good for me and I’m too ugly for you and fat and-“

“Stop.”

His sharp word make you tense up, and you look up at him with watery eyes.

He wipes one of your tears with his calloused thumb, “I’m not ‘too good’ for you. That doesn’t exist. You deserve even better than anything I could give ya; and even if you don’t feel like the sexiest piece of ass on this damned planet, it’s not for you to decide if I’m ‘too good’ one day. You’re mine baby, and the universe made us for each other. So shut your fine ass up.”

It makes you giggle, but you know that there’s complete truth in his words, and with a shaky sigh you nod and let him kiss you once, twice, and a third time with only love on his lips.

But he doesn’t stop there. Nay nay.

If anything, things escalate in the best ways.

Because he already can barely keep his paws off of you, but if you’re feeling especially insecure, even for brief stints, he refuses to let your mind continue to tread.

If he’s at the stove, you’re tucked under his arm while he cooks with his dominant hand, letting his left hand soothingly stroke your arm. He makes little noises and grunts when he wants you to try a taste of whatever he’s making, and he smiles when you hum in contentment.

If you’re folding laundry, he’s gently grabbing your hand and spinning you into his arms, dancing a quick back and forth with you; it ends when he bends you into a dip, but that’s mostly because the squeal and the subtle smacking of his chest lets him know that you’ve had your fun, but you need to focus or whatever.

When you’re washing your face, his arms are looped low around you with his chin hooked over your shoulder, smacking on a silly voice to “explain” what products you’re using and how much of it to use, like a beauty guru.

When you’re finally settled in bed and he’s finishing up in the bathroom, you smile sweetly at him from over your book when he slinks back in, basketball shorts low on his hips and muscle tee clinging to his frame. Wordlessly, he leans on the edge of the bed, soft lips tracing kisses from your cheek, to suckle at your jawline and neck, and once he makes his way to your collarbones, he takes your book out of your hands while you recline back.

“Bookmark it.”

“I know what to do.”

His lips move to the valley of your breasts to leave marks just along your skin, his massive paws cradling the soft part of your belly. Your breath hitches, and he hums a soft reassurance.

“My baby,” he mumbles. “Wish I could’ve been there with you today. Kept those nasty thoughts away.”

You mewl as he buries his face against you, the unruly parts of his hair tickling you softly, “you’re here now.”

“And I’m never goin’ anywhere.” He wraps his arms around your torso to nuzzle into you, seemingly settling into a comfortable position to sleep for the night.

You giggle, “comfy?”

“Extremely,” he murmurs. “Told Meian I was spewing chunks and couldn’t come in tomorrow, so you’ve got me all to yourself.”

“Atsumu!”

“What, you think ‘Omi’s gonna let me on the court if he thinks I’m puking? He hates puke.”

“Stop saying puke,” you whine, swatting at him with some giggles. “You’re killing the mood.”

“Ah?” He hums, raising his head with a cheshire smile, “there’s a mood?” He raises back on his haunches to wrap his meaty hands around your thighs, and with a quick pull, he’s got you on your back just below him, squeals and giggles pealing from your lips.

“‘Tsum, I’m tired,” you whine, though your legs instinctively curl around him.

“Not gonna do anything,” he assures, the hands moving from your legs to brace on either side of your head. “Just like lookin’ at you… always love lookin’ at you.”

“Creep.”

He cocks a brow, “you think that’s creepy?”

“I do.”

“Well wait ‘til you hear what smellin’ ya does to me.” Before you can say anything, he ducks his head down to the soft pillowiness of your neck, taking ridiculously loud inhales through his nose. You shove at him with uncontrollable laughter, knees bumping into his back.

“You freak, get away!”

“Wait ‘til you hear what feelin’ ya does to me,” he mumbles from your neck, and in a similar fashion, his left hand comes down to claw at your sides dramatically, his sniffling now mingling with the tickling.

“S-Stop it!”

“But nothin’ quite like tastin’ ya, dollface.”

Your mind can barely process his words before he leans up to kiss the giggles straight from your mouth, his massive frame keeping you still and as if protecting you from anything you may fear.

He’s warm, he smells divine and he feels just like home, and for a moment you forget that even if you hadn’t come home and said you weren’t feeling great, there’s still a chance the night could’ve ended the same.

“Penny for your thoughts?” He whispers, nuzzling your nose with his.

You bite your lip, “I want cinnamon rolls for breakfast.”

He chuckles, “you got it boss.”

And just as atsumu always does, he holds true to that; the next morning, you wake up to the smell of vanilla and honey dancing through your home, and while part of you is bumming out for not being in your boyfriend’s arms, he’s up for you.

He does his daily affirmations with you- once again obliterating you with tickles when you snort at some of them- makes sure you eat anything you desire because he could die from the idea you’re not eating enough because of the things you try to convince yourself, and just. Being there. Holding your hand, complimenting you no matter where you are, playing hooky on his day off just to make sure you’ve got your fill and you’re right back where your sexy ass left off.

“‘Tsumu?”

“Yeah baby?”

“Thank you.”

He kisses your hairline without a second thought, wrapping an arm around you and letting you curl against him.

“Never gotta thank me for something I was born to do, babydoll.”

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OH MY FUCKING GOD OH MY FUCKING GOD OH MY FUCKING GOD OH MY FUCKING GOD OH MY FUCKING GODDDDDDDD

THIS IS ABOUT TO BE A RANT ABOUT MATTHEW MICHAEL MURDOCK IN SHE HULK BC I AM SO HYPE RN AND CAN'T SHUT THE FUCK UP OR FUNCTION PLS THERE ARE SPOILERS BELOW

omg besties matty is back he's really fucking BACK I have so many thots and i'm gonna try to organize them but i'm too fucking excited

ok first off his entrance in the courtroom, i screamed like straight up screamed

and then jen called him an asshole and I lost it bc let's be real he is a cocky asshole and we all fucking love it

he ordered her an appletini??? matty you cheeky little shit PLS

god have I missed that fucking SMILE and his GIGGLES god that entire scene of him flirting with jen was so fucking cute THEY are so fucking cute and no I will hear no slander on them

I didn't think it was possible for them to make matty even more fucking extra than he already is but they did lmao

the cgi was weird, not gonna lie, but he looked hot and it was neat to see him doing his little tricks like the show off he is

HER MAKING FUN OF HIS SUIT JEN PLS YOU ARE ALL OF US its ok matty you're still a babe even if you look like a hot dog <3

NOT THEM PLAYING THE FUCKING DAREDEVIL INTRO SONG WHEN HE'S LIKE "I'm Daredevil???????" and jen being like ?? ok??? (I really hope that's a clue that they're keeping most of the netflix series canon like why else would they do that??)

their fucking banter on the roof PLS I love them together so much they're so fucking funny

jen falling under the matthew murdock charm spell, its ok girl we've all been there we get you

WE GOT A FUCKING HALLWAY FIGHT SCENE FUCK YESSSSSSSSSSSSS

them exchanging legal advice while fighting side by side was so fucking cute to me that made me so fucking soft

THEY MADE HIM SIT ON THE ROOF LIKE THE SAD FUCKING GARGOYLE THAT HE IS PLS I was in tears like dear god matty that really is you

I KNEW THEY WERE GOING TO FUCK jen it's what you deserve honey

i'm glad they understood how much being a whore is integral to matty's character and had him fucking his way into his second entrance in the mcu like he should LMAO her trying to get his suit off was funny as fuck bc I think we've all wondered how the hell he gets it on and off

oh to make out and fuck matty in his daredevil suit

THE FUCKING WALK OF SHAME although lets be real matt murdock has no shame

in conclusion, I fucking loved that episode. I fucking loved how much matty felt like matty, the same one we all fell in love with. I thought he was perfect. sure the cgi was weird, and the suit still needs to grow on me, and yeah maybe some of his dialogue was a bit cheesy, but I thought he was perfect considering this is a completely different show tone wise.

I am so fucking excited for daredevil reborn. I am so fucking excited for more charlie. I am so fucking excited matty murdock is home where he belongs. <3

#shut up this is the only thing i'm gonna talk about for the rest of my life #i love him your honor #i also love her your honor #i am a bisexual catastrophe #welcome home matty #matt murdock #jen walters #daredevil #she hulk #she hulk attorney at law #she hulk spoilers #charlie cox

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I'm not allowed to come up with prompts bc I just find rabbitholes instead. it was "Bon if we turn the pages of you book can we paint you nails?" to 'where did the sleepover get the nail polish selection?' to 'mephisto's stash' to 'does he even have painted nails? the man wears gloves but vibes say yes' to 'volume 19 cover confirms, man paints his nails'. At least no one can ever say I'm not dedicated to doing a bit. Anyway all I'm saying is exwires have sleepovers bc they're teenagers! let them have normal teenager things!

Mephisto absolutely wears nail polish and thoroughly enjoys manicures and pedicures.

And yes, the kids absolutely deserve to have sleepovers <3

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They are black tonight, and Ryuuji can appreciate the edgy touch. Shiemi always paints him green with intricate flowers, Izumo has tried pink once (but only on his thumb so he let it pass) while Paku always tries to match his outfit. 

He isn’t sure which of them has done this. He has been lost in his book and has long since given up trying to stop them. The girls will do what they want and arguing isn’t worth it.

Rin’s are blue tonight (they were out of his favorite red), and the light shade makes his eyes pop any time he moves to brush his bangs from his face. Shima’s are always some atrocious neon color (Izumo likes to make it clash with his hair, but they are still painted perfectly. 

Konekomaru’s are alway soft browns or grays or earthy pinks. Nothing that stands out dramatically, though he does like when Shiemi adds mandalas to the design.

Yukio lets them do a clear coat, and that is usually it. They can occasionally add special ingredients to the polish, and Shiemi can occasionally coax him into clovers.

Takara’s hands are always hidden in his puppets, so Ryuuji doesn’t know what he gets on his nails. 

The girls are never the same, and they are always fun to see. Flowers and kittens and foxes and mascots he doesn’t know, sweets and stripes and spells and countless little decorations that are always fun. He’s even seen summoning circles on Izumo’s nails. 

The nail painting is only one of the things that happen on their hangouts. 

Alright. They are technically sleepovers, but Ryuuji is always a bit squeamish about calling them that. It brings  images of giggling (which yeah, they laugh but Ryuuji does not giggle), hair ribbons (he has let Shiemi and Rin braid his hair once and he did not allow the ribbons), gossiping (they trade intel, not gossip), and childish things. Plus people give them double looks when they hear that it is their entire group.

They’ve never done anything like that. They just fall asleep in the twins’ common room. They drag a bunch of blankets and old futons together and more or less collapse on the large nest of blankets and dolls. (He can never figure out who the stuffed animals belong to. And it grows every time he sees the pile. He’s even added two blankets and three stuffed coal-tars he’s won from Mephyland to the hoard.) 

It’s fun and not weird, and calling them sleepovers makes them sound weird, so Ryuuji just calls them hangouts. 

Anyway, it’s black tonight. Shiemi is adding a few final touches to her own toenails —it looks like she’s gone with a cherry blossom color scheme— and Rin is trying to throw popcorn into Shima’s mouth but he’s making a mess of it which means Kuro is pouncing around to get the missed pieces and both Konekomaru and Izumo are trying desperately to get the cat sidhe's attention.

Yukio is looking over the rules for the game they are going to be playing (even though he knows them by heart) while Sei fusses over the cards and boards. It’s the sort of thing that involves resource management, which means it’s going to be down to him, Yukio, and Shiemi who has unnaturally good luck at any game. (Maybe there is something to her clovers.)

Rin will be the first one out, which is just as well because he will go make snacks and then they'll all get to enjoy them, and Ryuuji is going to need extra fuel to beat everyone. (Shiemi has painted clovers on Yukio's thumbs. Hopefully there isn't anything to her clovers.)

Konekomaru catches Kuro and cuddles him close as Yukio motions everyone forward for the game. Izumo takes the spot by Konekomaru's side, trying to coax Kuro to her own lap with a bit of popcorn.

Ryuuji snags a stuffed dragon and flops over on his stomach next to Rin. (The dolls were nice to lay on and the spot ensures he'll have first pick of the snacks when Rin gets back.)

"Why can't we do spin the bottle?" Shima whines as he takes a seat next to Yukio. 

"Because no one wants to kiss you." Izumo answers without missing a beat. Kuro is staring contemplatively at her popcorn.

"You're so mean to me!" 

She's painted his nails a soft lavender that goes well with his hair. She must have felt generous, or the red being empty has really thrown her off. (Ryuuji is inclined to believe the first even if it would earn him a punch in the arm to say it.)

"We could play never have I ever after this?" Paku asks, trying to placate both her friends. "As a compromise."

Shima perks right up as Ryuuji takes his cards and helps walk Rin through what each one is (again.)

"That'll work."

"But," Paku adds, giving Shima an appraising look, "the group has the right to veto questions."

The idea is met with general approval despite Shima’s immediate whine of No fair! and But everyone will veto all my questions!

Izumo returns that he shouldn’t be a pervert then and Kuro grows big enough to drape himself over her lap and Konekomaru. His tails (deliberately) upset the popcorn bowl and the kernels go everywhere. Chaos reigns for a moment as everyone dodges they flying snack, and then it’s a scramble to make sure Kuro doesn’t eat it all. You’ll get fat! Rin warns, earning a hiss of insult.

They settle back down, Rin’s tail drapes over Ryuuji’s ankle and Yukio’s knee is a little uncomfortable where it digs into his side, but they’re together and having fun and sleepover or not, they’re one of Ryuuji’s favorite things now.

#ryuuji suguro #ryuji suguro #exwires #my tumblr fics #ao no exorcist #blue exorcist #ane #aoe #aoex #bon suguro #rin okumura #shima renzou #izumo kamiki #konekomaru miwa #shiemi moriyama #yukio okumura #kuro

[longeyelashedtragedy]

all or nothing episode 7: stream of consciousness comments

-put your eyelashes AWAY mikel...and that smile while you’re at it

-the boys talking about who has boris johnson’s number i s2g

-why is granit so hot?  he lights up like every scene he’s in even if he’s just sitting there? gjdgjdjgsg

-oh dear lord what am i seeing on that laptop screen...

-UHHH HELLO BOYFRIENDS FLIRTING...MIKEL ROASTING GRANIT FOR HIS CARDS AND GRANIT IS SITTING THERE LAUGHING...they are Perfect for each other i literally just cannot 

-and granit gives him such a loving look during it

-and you can TELL mikel doesn’t give a fuck about his bad discipline lmaooooo 

-angry granit yelling

-oooh mikel angry at the half and we haven’t had any obscenities yet...let’s see

-also now aaron not getting a clean sheet makes me Extra sad

-”fucking shit 45 minutes man we can’t come play like this year!” YES GRANIT YES...CAPTAIN GRANIT “WE KNEW WHAT WE HAD TO DO! fuck me, the first action, they have the throw in, put the fucking ball away!” god this is so hot and he’s like little mini mikel

-it seems like they all just sit there and take him yelling at them?

-omg mikel is TINY and his butt is so...[censored] while yelling at them? this scene is a dream

-mikel: “we deserve to be slapped on the face” (slaps his own face) O RLY mikel....god that was one of my fav things he ever said in a press conference, telling on yourself much mikel?

-mikel can’t park a fucking car to save his life omg

-mikel saying that after the palace game he was like....kind to the boys bc they just needed to be together? OMG

-granit caring for kt...

-mikel says the boys have given him reason to trust them 🥺

-”we’re gonna play with balls out, guys.  balls out.”

-man nuno really is so fucking beautiful lol

-OMG MO ELNENY we do not deserve him...love his sunshiney honesty here

-OH FUCK IT’S THE LIGHTBULB SPEECH

-cedric’s FACE he’s like what the FUCK is this mf doing now

-”Because what happens when we play connected, guys? What is the next thing that happens? That we connect with 60,000 people that creates more energy, because at the end is electricity, that through heat creates light and life, because if not, it would be fucking dark,  if this guy wouldn’t have the idea to do that.” omg mikel......i have no words for u 

-imagine after all that u go fuck up this game! come on guys!

-omg martin looking so defeated is breaking my whole heart

-”i have too many emotions. look at me please when i talk.” omg mikel put that *** energy AWAY mr cincuenta shades of grey 

-sad granit with his sweaty curls and big beautiful eyes....

“okay guys after the game i didn’t want to talk to you, i am sure i was going to say something that i was going to regret.” *cracks knuckles* “but i tell you today it was a fucking disaster.”

-bro in this briefing room speech i can like. legit tell how much mikel loves this club?  i’m getting emotional i can’t explain he REALLY wants them to do well and cares about the players

-he’s also so tiny have i mentioned this before

-mo advising frustrated young players is a concept i didn’t realize i needed

-airpods albert and eddie 🥺

-OMG THE LITTLE KID SENDING B SOME MONEY...omg and then he meets him? CRYING rn

-this is one of the sweetest things i’ve ever seen!!!!!!! like literally i am crying

-i swear profane mikel is making me Feel things

-me screaming at eddie’s goal!

-and me getting CHILLS at babey b’s penalty (lmao the true AoN experience...feeling these emotions like the first time)

-emile is so sweet and soft spoken

-this episode is so quietly feel good?

-omg the way they’re taking care of mo during ramadan, also wait he and raketa have weirdly similar scars/birthmarks

-”i never saw someone give everything, work very hard, and they don’t get the reward” oh mo, sweet summer child...

-NOT ME RELIVING THE MAN UTD GAME AND GRANIT’S GOAL ALL OVER AGAIN

-XHAKARTETA HUG XHAKARTETA HUG

-mikel looks so fresh faced and happy post game...before everything fell apart...I almost feel like he has yet to recover from the nld you know

-ONLY ONE MORE EPISODE LEFT? NOOOOOOO.....

#ihc watches aon #sorry i'm like Depressed so this is not as exuberant but trust me i am Feeling it