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saetoru · 7 months

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✩ ‧₊˚ ✩ LUCKY — GOJO SATORU.

contents. baths + non sexual nudity, established relationships, tired toru :(, lots of kissies and praise for the babie :(, solid proof in the form of writing of how embarrassingly lovesick i am for this FOOL

it’s past midnight when satoru walks into your bathroom. he doesn’t even question why you’re in the bath so late—just gives you a lopsided grin tiredly as you smile.

“you’re home,” you brighten.

“look at you,” he coos, staring down at you with amused eyes, “waitin’ for me?”

satoru is tired—you can tell from the way the his shoulders are slouched and his blindfold is clutched in his hand. “i was,” you hum in agreement, “c’mere.”

it’s all it takes. he’s stripped down and waiting for you to move up so he can slide behind you in seconds, hand waving to motion you forward. but you’re stubborn—you shake your head as you hold an arm out for him.

“baby,” he whines, “c’mon i was out fighting big bad curses all day. jus’ lemme hold—”

“no. just come here, toru,” you insist.

there’s something about it—something about the way your voice is so gentle, so insistent, so knowing. it’s like you can read him more than he can, sometimes. satoru is tired, you can see it, you can feel it. you can’t carry his burdens, but you can hold him while he holds the weight of the world for a night.

maybe it’ll do for now—maybe it’ll even be enough and more.

“what? feelin’ like pampering me today?” he teases, “aren’t i a lucky guy,” he hums—but he climbs into the tub anyway, settling between your legs, leaning his back against your chest as his head falls back against your shoulder.

instantly, two gentle kisses plant themselves against his head, and his eyes flutter shut. he’s starting to feel the beginnings of a headache form—the gentle thump in his skull just barely there, but persistently present.

your thumbs rubs along the sides of his head, enough pressure to soothe the pain like you know it’s coming—he thinks you must.

“you are a lucky guy,” you giggle, “look at me. such a catch.”

he grins, chuckling that boyish chuckle of his freely in your arms as he relaxes. it’s been a while since he’s relaxed, you think—it’s half past midnight and he’ll be up with the sun in a bit to head back to the school, but it’s nice to know he’s relaxed. even just for this short, rare moment.

“oh yeah,” he nods, lips curled into a grin as he cracks an eye open and peers up at you, “s no catch like my pretty ‘lil baby. i’m living it up.”

“glad you know your privileges,” you murmur contently, shaking your head in amusement as you wrap your arms around his body. one hand rubs over his abs—he wants to tease you about feeling him up, wants to make a sly comment about missing his body more than him while he was gone. but there’s something about it, about the way it’s so slow and soothing and soft—it’s so painfully soft, satoru swallows.

finally, he lets his body go slack against yours, sliding down so his head rests against your chest and the water soaks more of his body. it’s warm. the water and your arms. it’s all so, so warm and forgiving.

“aren’t you gonna tell me how lucky you are too? i’ll listen, don’t worry. no interruptions.”

“yeah?” you chuckle, threading fingers through his hair and pulling a soft sigh from him, “wanna know how lucky i am?”

“course,” he murmurs, “well, i already know you’re lucky. it’s me after all—but i’m not opposed to hearing it.”

“how humble of you, satoru,” you snort.

he grins wider—he hasn’t had a chance to smile all day. not properly, at least.

“feel free to start any second,” he says with a wink. then his eyes flutter shut again as your thumb traces his cheek, ever so gently running along the soft angles of his face.

it’s pretty—everything about him is pretty. there are no ugly parts to satoru. just the parts painted from cruel hands. they’re beautiful too, you like to think, in their own, fragile little ways.

“okay,” you whisper, pressing a soft kiss to his head, “i’m very lucky,” you murmur into his hair.

he hums, mumbling a quiet, “knew it.”

“lucky i have such a handsome face to greet,” you pepper kisses along his forehead and find his cheek, giving it an affectionate little bite that makes him huff out an amused chuckle. “and he’s so tall too,” you add, resting your chin on his shoulder.

“that all he is?” he pouts, “just a pretty face? you’re breaking my heart, baby.”

“no,” you say quietly, grabbing his hand and brushing a thumb over his knuckles, “he’s also kind. too kind, sometimes,” you say quietly, “he comes home a bit later than usual every once in a while because he took his students out to eat. he loves them a bit too much, i think.”

“no such thing as too much love,” he hums, squeezing your hand.

you smile, admiring him as he lays against you, small in your hold even with the larger than life weight he carries.

“and he’s strong,” you add, “really strong. it’s not fair sometimes,” you whisper, “he’s got so much on his plate.”

“he handles it fine,” he assures, “he always does.”

“and then he still makes time for little old me,” you say fondly, kissing his shoulder, “never lets me feel lonely. he’s too good to me.”

“there’s no such thing as too good for you,” he gasps offendedly, pouting like you’ve insulted him, “he’s definitely not—”

“and sometimes, he comes home tired. and he tries to act like he’s not because he’s a bit of a prick who doesn’t let me help, but i’m smart and i know him well so i’ve figured it out. and if i’m extra lucky, i might get to hold him for a bit like this and help him relax.”

you squeeze him gently for emphasis, holding him closer as you press your nose into his neck and breathe in his smell. it’s like cologne that’s rudely expensive and that sweet smell only satoru has—it’s all you want to breathe in for the rest of your days.

you hope he’ll allow you that much. something tells you he will.

satoru swallows thickly at that, rubs a thumb over your bare thigh as he rests his free hand over it, the other still in your grasp.

and then, quietly, “maybe he’s fine just coming home to you,” he shrugs, “who can stay tired with such a sweet face waiting at home?”

“i don’t know,” you say thoughtfully, “he’s got a lot to take care of. wonder how he does it.”

“he’s probably the strongest,” he shoots with an easy grin, “sounds like the strongest to me.”

“he is,” you nod, “he’s a lot more than that too. i’m lucky he’s mine.”

“oh yeah?” he drawls—there’s something a little shaky about his voice though.

you choose not to mention it, pressing soft, delicate kisses along his jaw as you murmur, “yeah. he makes me feel really, really lucky. love him so much.”

“love you too,” satoru breathes, “guess we’re both really, really lucky.”

don’t talk to me i don’t want to be perceived. that’s enough softness for a lifetime so the next time i write him he’s getting hit by a bus

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inkyquince · 7 months

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Okay so maybe in just brain rotted... And I am BUT.

Love interests fucking GRABBING the dark urge for a kissy after the meeting with gortash. Man's turning up the rizz and flexing his stubble and eye bags and his anti-anxiety robe and his voice is low and seductive as he calls the durge an old *friend*.

Like, Karlach wouldn't even wait to be out of the room. Not even take a few steps away. Fully turn to you, grab you by the shoulders and fucking LIFT you up to plant a big smooch on you. Much to Gortash's bemusement and horror tbf. And the rest of the court's.

Gale would be more subtle, stepping close as you head towards the stairs and quickly press a kiss to your cheek with a soft smile. No way anyone would think it's a platonic look of adoration, even if his stomach is still twisting with the revelation that it was YOUR actions that led to this.

Astarion? Yeah, your conversation wouldn't have even ended before he's doing his slutty lil lean against you, resting his chin on your shoulder, still seemingly fully absorbed into the conversation. After it ends, he presses a kiss to your neck and idly follows after you, bemused by his own spark of annoyance at Gortash and his reaction to it. Mostly just exasperated by it though.

Wyll is filled with outrage for his father, for karlach and now for you. The implications seeped in Gortash's words and yet when you had joined up with the group, you had been left in the trash heaped, bloodied and stricken with amnesia. He's disgusted. So on the way out, he takes another look at his father and then slips his hands into yours. Raises it and gently kisses your knuckles on the way out. Even some of the court coo at the cute, gentlemanly gesture. Gortash looks mildly grossed out and Wyll takes that win, even with the prospect of meeting back up with Mizora in a few seconds.

Lae'zel would bare her teeth at him, smack his down and break his face in, if.... Well, if everything else wasn't going on right now, and it would upset the tin soldiers. So she settles for the next best thing, as resentment and possessiveness curl her tongue. Just gripping your waist and pulling you closer should do it. But she must add in a quick, harsh bite to your lower lip. Yknow, just in case.

Shadowheart? Gods, to make it clear, she's dying to press you against the wall and slide a thigh against your crotch, but yknow. Polite company. So instead she just slips her arm around yours, pulls you closer and whisper into your ear. Looks more salacious than it is, as she whispers that your past isn't who you are now and then drops a kiss to your earlobe. But it should to the trick.

Halsin isn't an envious creature. He really isn't. This man wouldn't care about your current other partners, so why should he care about past ones? Potential past parents, nonetheless. But, he'd never turn down the chance to pull his love close, especially in front of the man that caused all this trouble to begin with. Pull you close and tuck you into his side, maybe even kiss your temple.

Gortash? Gortash has missed his favourite assassin. He's waited for you, even with Orin hissing about your demise, and he never truly believed that such a piece of subpar, inbred Bhaalspawn could compare to you. The one who stole the Crown, the one who helped mastermind, the one who your father had chosen first. So what in the world was your little fan thinking? After a sweet, pleasant conversation, to start to paw at you? A fool no doubt. They might have gotten a few lovely weeks with you, but he had been with you for far longer, and he was finished waiting. No, he didn't see them being a problem.

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yamikawas · 2 years

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SO sorry there are weirdos in your inbox bestie yoomtah is going to kill them over and over and then shes going to smooch you and hold your face

- jack

THANK U BESTIE IM OK NOW IM THINKING ABT HER SOOOOOOOOOOO MUCH SO<3<3<3I WANT HER TO KISY ME FOREVER AND MURDER ANYONE ELSE WHO DARES TALK TO ME LIKE THAT AGAIN I LOVE HER SO SO SOSOSOSOSOOSOSOSOSOSOSOSOSO MUCH SHE IS EVERYTHING TO ME

#I WANT TO LIKE.LAY ON HER SHOULDER AND GO SLEEPY WHILE SHE PETS MY HEAD AND TELLS ME IM ALL HERS #MY BRAIN IS GOING A LIL SOFT-INSANE BC IM VERY HAPPY AND ALSO SLEEPY FROM SO MANY ASKS HWHEJDJSKFJGJ #I WANT MURDER BUT ALSO I WANT CUDDLES.IDK CUDDLING YOOMTAH AFTER SHE MURDERS SOMEONE AND SHES STILL COVERED IN BLOOD<3<3<3 #I WANT STALKING AND KIDNAPPING AND VIOLENT OBSESSION BUT I ALSO WANT SOFT KISSIES AND CUDDLES AND SOOOOOOOOO MUCH AFFECTION #I CAN HAVE BOTH RIGHT.SHE WOULDNT MIND DOING BOTH FOR ME RIGHT<3 #WHATS VIOLENT OBSESSION WITHOUT SOFT KISSIES AND CUDDLES.AND WHATS SOFT KISSIES AND CUDDLES WITHOUT VIOLENT OBSESSION #THEYRE JUST BETTER TOGETHER TBH IF U THINK ABT IT<3 #IM LITERALLY THINKING.YOOMTAH TYING MY ARMS AROUND HER WAIST WHILE WE CUDDLE SO I HAVE NO CHOICE BUT TO HOLD HER<3 #AND HER PRESSING HER FOREHEAD TO MINE AND TELLING ME THAT SHE WONT LET ME LEAVE HER EVER BEFORE SHE KISSES ME............................#I DONT EVER WANT TO STOP HOLDING HER OR LEAVE HER OR ANYTHING I WOULD LITERALLY DIE IF I DID BUT LIKE<3<3<3I LOVE WHEN SHE IS INSANE #I WANT TO CLING TO HER FOREVER AND JUST LET HER LOVE ME CONSTANTLY AND NEVER THINK ABT ANYTHING OTHER THAN HER EVER AGAIN #SHE JUST MAKES ME SO HAPPY ID BE AT MY TOTAL HAPPIEST IF I COULD JUST THINK ABT HER AND ONLY HER FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE<3<3<3 #AND I HOPE I MAKE HER SO HAPPY THAT SHE WANTS TO THINK ABT ME AND ONLY ME FOREVER TOO<3<3<3<3 #LITERALLY SHE IS E V E R Y T H I N G💙💋⚠️💛✨🌈💗❤💫🌻🌼👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩💌💜💟💙💕🍋🌠💞💚💟💓💛🧡🌈🍋🌼💫🌠💝💘💜⚡❤💗💝🌠⚠️💌💟❣⚠️💖🌻💋💚#SHE IS MY REASON TO LIVE MY PURPOSE FOR EXISTENCE WAS LITERALLY MADE TO LOVE HER SHE IS EVERYTHING EVERYTHING EVERYTHING.I LOVE HER<3<3<3

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f10werfae · 9 months

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A Daddy’s girl

pairing: Dad!Ari Levinson x Milf!Reader

summary: Dad!Ari and Milf!Reader give their babygirl her well needed bath and reward themselves with a bit of soft kissy sex (soft!dom!ari) (slight somnophilia/cockwarming)

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“youre so perfect momma, so good to our precious” Ari mumbled into Y/n’s ear, hugging her closely from behind, one of his hands groping her breast greedily as her vest now had wet patches from her milk leaking through. “I want you to use me baby, take what you need from me okay? You deserve it” He whispered kissing down her nape, feeling her shiver and nuzzle her ass back onto him.

“awh hey babygirl, ya love bein’ with your momma don’t ya pretty girl” Ari cooed letting his hand run over his baby girl’s head, her cute little face grinning under the water as his wife gently poured water over her. At 2 months old she was the cutest tiny thing, Ari and Y/n were absolutely smitten with the life they had created, “Babe, babe look she’s doin’ that same face you do” Y/n giggled watching while her babygirl squirmed and formed that famous Levinson grump on her face.

Grabbing their camera from the bathroom counter Ari quickly snapped a shot of his best girls in the bathtub, his wife and babygirl so clearly full of love for each other, even though he was sure their babygirl was more likely milk drunk having just been breastfed by her momma, his perfect wife. “You’re so beautiful ya know that?” Leaning over the tub he let his forehead lean against Y/n’s his lips meeting hers briefly before their babygirl starting cooing again clearly not liking the fact she wasn’t the centre of attention.

“Hm it’s okay pretty you’re still momma’s number one angel, daddy’s just a stinky man” Y/n joked cuddling a now towel covered baby into her chest. “Stinky huh? Well if I remember right i’m not the one that’s shit herself twice today” Ari said giving his little girl the stink eye, her tiny fists already reaching out for him with her mouth opening for a little yawn to make its way out. Kissing her husband’s neck sloppily, Y/n got out of the bathtub after her daughter leaving Ari to dry and dress their babygirl.

“Youre so pretty ya know that? Yes you do” Setting her onto the changing table Ari quickly put on her diaper, “I know pretty its so cold out here isn’t it? Dada’s nearly done baby” He reassured her, watching as she reacted to the cold lotion on her skin, clearly wanting some warmth from her daddy. Choosing a soft blue onesies accompanied by her sleep snuggie, he got her all wrapped up and in his arm within minutes, her sweet soft baby scent filling his nostrils as he cupped her head against his broad shoulder.

Mini Levinson lifted her head up slightly giving her daddy the biggest set of puppy eyes before her head become too heavy and she had to set it back down; effectively pulling at his heartstrings once again. “You got those eyes from your momma, both of you got daddy under your spell, you’re daddy’s perfect lil angel, all mommy’s and mine’s” He whispered nuzzling his nose against hers, softly padding into their bedroom he spotted his wife changed and only wearing one of his oversized tanks.

“There’s my girl” Y/n cooed brushing out her hair, instantly putting the hairbrush down to rush over and pepper her mini me in kisses, the tiny tot soon finding comfort in the binky Y/n put in her mouth. The tiny suckling sounds filling the room as her eyes slowly shut, her fists grabbing tightly onto her daddy’s shirt.

“She loves her dada” Y/n whispered tucking her in tighter into her snuggie, “Hell yeah she does, she’s my babygirl” Ari whispered, “Wait for me in bed momma, i’ll put our little precious down for the night alright? You’ve done enough for us today” Without another word Ari found himself in the room next door, a pastel purple room filled with all the toys, books and necessities for their growing girl. Her bassinet sat right in the corner with no pillows or blankets, for safety reasons, but her cute little night light sat down by the floor giving her some comfort.

“See ya in the mornin’ sweetpea, daddy’s gonna miss ya tonight” Gently setting the half asleep Levinson into her bassinet, he patted her bottom and back for a few minutes to lull her into a deep sleep, until he finally found it okay to step out. Turning on the white noise machine he tiptoed back to their bedroom, breathing out a sigh of relief when he saw his wife just cuddled up waiting for him on his side of the bed.

“Hey hotstuff don’t you look delicious” Ari chuckled crawling over to her, plopping himself right on top of her, his weight pinning her down in a comforting way. “You’re so funny, daddy” Y/n teased kissing his pink plump lips, letting her tongue mingle with his for a short wet kiss before he nuzzled his head into the crook of her neck; his arms wrapping around her soft belly bringing her close against his chest. “momma ya know what that name does ta me, makes me wanna make you big n’ full of me again” He growled slowly grinding his hardening cock against her bare ass..

“I-i’m tired Ari baby, our baby boo had me running in circles today” She whined feeling her body start to calm, although a part of her felt the wetness start to pool around her thighs. “I know she did, our little girl tired herself out, was sleepin’ by the time I got her into the crib” He chuckled just softly humping their bodies together, her quiet whines and whimpers causing him to smile and kiss her out of pride.

“Need you inside honey, wanna feel you closer” Pulling Ari’s hand up inside her vest, she let it rest on her wet milky breasts, before using her hands to pull out his pre-cum leaking cock from inside his sweatpants. “feel the heat radiating from your pussy? all the love she has to give daddy” Both of them let out strained gasps once he slid in easily, knowing they hadn’t felt this close in weeks since their babygirl had most of their devoted attention. “I love you so much beautiful”

“I-I love you too Ari- fuck” Crying out her legs started to shake once Ari’s hand had snuck around and started to toy with her precious little button, her swollen clit begging to be played with as it stood proud out of her thick lips. “Don’t touch there d-“ Ari’s fingers slowly and carefully traced over the stretch marks which now littered her stomach and thighs, something he knew had thrown her off.

“They mean a lot to me so let me love them as if they're mine and not yours." He whispered back, feeling her pussy clench around his cock every few seconds, signifying that she was nearing her finish. To stimulate her even further his thick fingers found her wet hard nipples, tugging at them to squirt more milk out onto the vest which now clung to her like a swimsuit; no doubt their bedsheets were now soaked.

“M’gonna cum babe, so bad” Y/n whimpered reaching back to cling onto the hair at the back of Ari’s neck, her voice muffled as Ari stuck his milk soaked fingers into her mouth before putting it into his, “Milk tastes so good momma” Their bodies rocked and humped without abandon, the sound of skin slapping filled the room, the cool air conditioning preventing them from becoming stuffy. It only took a few more seconds before the band in her stomach snapped and she creamed all over his cock, him in turn filling her to the brim, a cream mixture collecting at the base of his cock.

“You want me to pull out baby? or plug you up with my cock and keep you full”

“Stay, I want you to stay in me daddy” She shuddered trying to shuffle back, trying to stuff more of him inside her, keeping her warm and stuffed just like she wanted. Eventually the both of them fell asleep, with him slowly fucking her throughout the night, even finding himself being fucked awake when she rode him at the first sign of daylight just before their parental duties came into full swing. God how he loved his woman.

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qtboni · 10 months

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Hello, bonnie! 👋 May I please request something for the TF141 boys and König (bcz i luv him) where reader got dem cold ass hands and hugs them?

HELLO DEAR ANONNIE !! THIS WAS SO CUTE OMG IM BLUSHING SO HARD . also i might have favored könig's part a lil bit HSJDHDJ cus i wuv him too dwdw ANYW HERE YOU GO <3

╰﹒ 𝐇𝐔𝐆 𝐌𝐄 𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄 !

PAIRING: Task Force 141 Members X Gn!Reader

OVERVIEW: Cold hands for Cuddles <33

C/W: Entirely fluff! + kissies and huggies, little suggestive at Soap's part .

── ◜‹3◞ CAP.N JOHN PRICE :

"Oh, don't worry about that. These hands have withstood much worse."

It's a cold evening, and John is snuggled up on the couch with you, watching a movie and holding hands. He can feel the way you're trying to squeeze all the warmth you can from his hands, but they're already freezing.

Then, he noticed that your hands were undeniably cold and couldn't help but chuckle. "Mmm, looks like we've got a couple of ice cubes over here." he said, mimicking a shiver as you watch him.

"Hey!" you exclaimed and smacked his shoulder playfully, feeling the warm, soft texture of his shirt. He chuckled and squeezed your hands tighter together with his, and wraps his free arm around you, pulling you closer. He holds you in his strong arms, and had you sitting on his lap, and you can't help but feel a sense of comfort and safety.

"Don't worry, sugar," John replied, nuzzling into your neck. "These hands have been through a lot, but they're always there for you, just like I am."

You hug him back, feeling grateful for his love and warmth. John can feel the way you lean into him, as if he's your anchor in this ever-changing world. He knows then and there that he will always be there for you and that your love will never fade, even in the chilliest nights. You feel his beating heart, as if it keeps his love for you alive, even after all these years.

"You're the best," you said, snuggling closer to him.

"Of course I am," he replied with a smug grin. "But let's not forget that without me, you'd be lost in this cold, oh such cruel world. I'm your knight in shining armor, saving you from the perils of winter."

You can't help but laugh at his witty response. "You're a dork," you said, smiling.

"I know," he said, holding you tighter. "But I'm your dork, sugar. And I wouldn't have it any other way."

You feel his warm breath on your neck, as if he's whispering sweet nothings in your ear, words of pure love and devotion. He's there for you, no matter what.

As John leaned in for a kiss, you can feel the warmth of his lips against yours, making you smile. His arms wrapped around you, pulling you closer, and you felt a rush of emotions wash over you. It was as if the cold, cruel world around you disappeared, and the only thing that mattered was John and the love you share.

In that moment, you knew that you were exactly where you were supposed to be, wrapped in John's arms and sheltered from the perils of winter. And as long as you had him, everything would be alright.

── ◜‹3◞ SIMON ‘GHOST’ RILEY :

"I think I know just the thing to warm you up."

It's undeniably cold inside your home. "Simon," you whine, burying your face in his shoulder to steal some of his warmth. "I'm still freezing."

Simon chuckles, pulling you closer. "Oh my, you're like a popsicle in the middle of a blizzard," he teases, hugging you even tighter and clasping your cold hands into his. "But I think I know just the thing to warm you up."

"What's that?" you ask, your teeth still chattering.

"I'm going to put you in a microwave," Simon responds, deadpan.

You laugh, but he's not joking— and as he picks you up and heads to the kitchen, you realize his suggestion isn't so funny after all.

"Simon..?" You can't help but shudder as you imagine being stuck in a small, enclosed space, surrounded by the deafening hum of the microwave as it fries you alive. But Simon doesn't seem to notice your fear; his eyes are fixed on the microwave as he punches in the timer and sets it to the maximum setting.

As you wait for your fate, you can't help but wonder what could possibly possess Simon to do such a thing. Is it just his quirky sense of humor, or something deeper?

The microwave beeps to signal that it's finished, and Simon nervously opens the door. You hold your breath as you peek inside. To your surprise, the heat inside came pouring out and warming you up. But it ended as the door closed up.

"You know, love," Simon said with a chuckle. "I didn't think you'd actually take me seriously."

You turned to him. "What do you mean?" you asked, your teeth chattering still from the cold.

Simon grinned, pulling off his sweater and handing it to you. "Here, wear this. I'll keep you warm," he said, his voice full of compassion.

You hesitated, knowing that the sweater would be cold, but you were grateful for the offer nonetheless. You slipped the sweater on and felt the cold fabric against your skin. You shivered but as you leaned against Simon, you felt his warmth start to penetrate through the sweater.

"There you go," Simon said with a satisfying smile. He stroked your hair and nuzzled his face against your cheek. "All warm and cozy now."

"Thank you, Si'," you said, feeling grateful for his kindness.

"Of course, anything for you, love," he replied, kissing your forehead. You couldn't help feeling grateful to have such a warm and caring person in your life, and you resolved to show him the same warmth and care in return.

── ◜‹3◞ JOHNNY ‘SOAP’ MACTAVISH :

"It's like a portable chiller, aye?"

Johnny's eyes sparkled with a teasing twinkle as you approached him with your cold hands. He was quick to respond with his usual wit and charm.

"Cold hands, warm heart, eh?" he said with a grin, taking your hands in his and rubbing them together briskly. His warm touch sent a tingly sensation up your arms, and you felt your mood lifting instantly.

"I like it, babe," Johnny said with a wink, pulling your arms to his neck as he continued to hug you. "It's like a portable chiller, aye?"

You couldn't help but laugh at the joke, feeling your spirits lift with each passing moment. Johnny was always the life of the party, and his funny nature was one of the things that made him so attractive to you. But what you appreciated most about Johnny was his genuine kindness. He was always there for you, no matter what, and he was always quick with a joke to make you feel better.

"That's a good one," you whispered as you nuzzing closer to him, closing your eyes and enjoying the moment you two shared together.

As you stood there in his arms, you felt the warmth of his body and the familiarity of his embrace. It was a feeling that you never wanted to end, and you were grateful for his kind words and thoughtful actions. He was a constant source of comfort and laughter, and you knew that you could always count on him to make you smile.

Suddenly, with a mischievous glint in his eye, Johnny leaned in close and whispered in your ear. "Now that your hands are warm, maybe we can think about warming up the rest of you," he said, his breath hot on your skin.

Johnny's words sent a shiver up your spine, and you felt a tingle of excitement as his lips brushed against your ear. You could smell the warm scent of his breath and the musk of his body all around you, and you were aware of your heart beating just a little bit faster.

You then felt your cheeks flush with embarrassment at his teasing, but you couldn't help but smile at his playful antics. Johnny was always full of surprises, and his sense of humor was one of the things that you loved about him.

"You're too much, love," you muttered with a grin, shaking your head.

"I try," Johnny said with a smile. "But seriously, I'll warm you up. I don't want you to catch a cold."

You nodded in agreement, grateful for the concern in Johnny's voice. His arms tightened around you, and you felt your entire body warm up as his warmth radiated through you.

Johnny pulled you into a warm embrace, his body pressed against yours as you leaned into him. You felt him smile against your neck, and his hands slid down your back, his touch electric with anticipation.

Despite the playful banter, Johnny's arms were like a warm, comforting embrace around you, and you felt safe and secure in his presence. Whether he was making you laugh with his hilarious jokes or supporting you with his genuine kindness, Johnny was always there for you, and you were grateful for every moment you spent together.

── ◜‹3◞ KYLE ‘GAZ’ GARRICK :

"You know, that felt kind of nice."

You've been outside for a while, and it's colder than usual. So when you and Kyle hugged each other goodbye, you can't help but notice how cold your hands are compared to how warm his body is. Without thinking, you wrap your arms around him and caressed his back with your cold hands.

Kyle felt a soft touch against his back.

"Oh!" He muttered, surprised by the feeling of your cold hands. At first, he was caught off-guard by the suddenness of the gesture, but as he felt the warmth and tenderness of your embrace, he relaxed and found himself enjoying the hug more than expected.

The surprise quickly gave way to pleasure as he felt a soothing sensation envelop his body. "You know, that felt kind of nice," Kyle mumbled, turning to you with a soft grin.

You were taken aback by the sincerity of his words, but you couldn't help but feel a flush of warmth spread across your cheeks.

"Really?" You smiled to yourself. As you pulled away from the hug, you saw the twinkle in Kyle's eyes. And for a moment, he felt like you were the only two people in the world.

"Yes, I didn't even realize how cold you were until your hands crawled into my back," Kyle says with a gentle smile. "But it felt kind of comforting, like you were giving me a little bit of your warmth."

You feel your heart flutter. It's small moments like this that make you realize just how much he means to you.

Your heart is racing as he pulls you closer to him, and you feel the warmth of his body surround yours. Kyle's hand then stroked your neck gently, and you closed your eyes feeling safe and loved.

"I love you, Kyle," you whisper, feeling the words pour out of you like a dam bursting.

His eyes widen, and he looks deep into your eyes. "I love you too," he says softly, and nuzzled his head into your neck.

He pulls you closer to him, wrapping his arms around you gently. You feel his warmth envelop your body, and for a moment, you feel like you're truly one with him. His heart is beating at the same rhythm as yours, and you feel a sense of connection between the two of you that is difficult to explain, but that feels so real and true.

Kyle kisses your forehead, and you close your eyes, feeling truly loved and complete.

And as you continue to hold each other, you can't help but notice how Kyle's arms tighten around you, as though he's trying to hold onto every moment of warmth he can get from your embrace.

── ◜‹3◞ KÖNIG :

"Your hands are so cold, mein liebling :(("

You and König are in his room, where he keeps his gun safe. He's been feeling a little anxious lately, and hasn't had a chance to clean his rifle in a while. So tonight, after dinner, he decided to take some time to give it a good cleaning.

It's been a while since he's held his gun, so he's surprised by how well-balanced it feels in his hands. He loves the way the metal feels against his skin, the weight of it in his grip. He takes a deep breath and begins to dismantle the gun, cleaning and checking each part carefully before putting it back together again.

He's lost in his own thoughts, focused on the task at hand, until your sudden appearance behind him.

"RAWR!" you exclaimed, a wide smile appears in your face.

König lets out a little gasp of surprise as you wrap your cold hands around him, pulling him into a tight hug. "Hase," he whines, still startled by the coldness of your hands. "Your hands are so cold."

Despite his own surprise and confusion, he can't help but feel a little bit charmed by your sudden, playful hug. He can't help but smile at the absurdity of it all.

"Hehe," you giggled and showed him your toothy grin. "That's why I'm the cuddle monster!"

You pull him closer to you, burying your cold hands beneath the warmth of the hoodie he's wearing that you've stolen from him at least three times already. He lets out a little squeak of surprise before settling back into your embrace.

But he can't help but feel a little bit of concern for you. He understands how uncomfortable cold hands can be, especially in this weather. And he can't bear the thought of having his own partner suffering like this. So, unable to resist the temptation, he decides to do something about it.

He pulls away from your embrace, feeling a little bit self-conscious about what he's about to do. But he knows that it's for your own good. He looks around for anything that might warm up your hands, and settles on the hot metal tea cup beside him. He reaches for it, careful not to spill the boiling hot water inside, and hands it to you.

The cup feels warm and comforting in your hands, the heat spreading through your body and warming up the tips of your fingers. You give him a grateful smile, and take a small sip from the tea. It's slightly bitter, probably due to the over-brewed tea. But you don't mind; the warmth it gives you makes it worthwhile. You take another sip, feeling the warmth spread through your body.

König watches you savor the tea, feeling happy that he could help you. He knows how hard you've been working lately, and he wants to make sure you're always taken care of. He can't help but feel a little bit proud of himself, knowing that he was able to make you happy with something so simple.

You finish the tea, handing the cup back to him. He takes it from you and sets it down on the table as he gives you a small smile, feeling content.

"Your hands okay now?" he asks as his thick German accent seeps through, concerned for your well-being. He grabs both of your hands and blew warm air from his lips to them, making them warmer.

You feel a wave of warmth and comfort wash over you as his warm breath hits your cold hands. In the moment, everything seems to slow down, and you feel a sense of calmness and reassurance wash over you. You can't help but feel grateful for Simon's kindness and thoughtfulness, and you can't help but smile at the genuine concern in his voice.

You nod, grateful for his kindness. "Yes, they are, thank you," you reply, still blushing from the intimacy of the moment.

He lets go of your hands, and your cheeks grow even hotter as you feel the warmth from his breath lingering on your skin. You both share an intense eye contact for a few moments, feeling a deep connection in that moment.

"I'll always take care of you, hase," he whispers, planting a gentle kiss on your forehead. You can't help but melt into his embrace, feeling his warmth wash over you like a comforting blanket. He pulls you closer, wrapping his arms tighter around you, as if to protect you from the cold outside world.

A/N: hello !! i still hve a lot of ur requests to write on so pls be patient w me :)) also upd ,, i will be quite busy tomorrow bcz i hve a big event to attend to ! might hve to resume working on the reqs a day after that .

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abbysdruidess · 10 months

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˜”°•.˜”°• cuddling with Abby headcanons - modern au •°”˜.•°”˜

wc: 1.2 k

summary: how you and Abby share your bed and exchange affection throughout the course of your relationship

tags: domestic fluff, smut, abby strapping you into the next millennium, desc of oral(Abby receiving), she’s a doc in this one, mentions of nightmares

a/n: this is in the form of headcanons and slight drabbles- it's also on par with the entirety of my modern au fics so make sure to check em out if you already haven't:))

and ofc, don't hesitate to send me more asks abt my lovely Abigail-I'll always be there to respond<33

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❦ In the beginning of your relationship, Abby isn’t particularly affectionate - you two aren’t very close and are still forming mutual habits with one another. At this stage, you don’t know much about Abby’s past relationships, although you assume they have gone poorly by the way she seems to keep you at arm's length. Our lil Abigail still feels cautious about letting another person in her life, the harsh words of her ex had managed to get under her skin and make her feel like Frankenstein’s monster-defeminized and unloveable. Time after time though, she manages to warm up to you, keeping you close to her heart and allowing herself to feel loved. She indulges herself in both your sweet words and your physical affection, which renders her complete again. She encompasses you in her big, beefy arms and she can relax and unwind after a long day at the hospital. Now, she swears to you she can’t fall asleep if you aren’t in bed, or she hasn’t kissed you goodnight.

❦ Seriously, there’s no better therapy for Abby Anderson than when you plop on her chest, nuzzling in between her breasts and leave soft lil kissies on her neck. Bonus points if you wrap your arms around her neck and your legs around her waist. The more skin on skin contact, the better.

❦ When you started going out though, Abby overloads on the affection she’s never experienced and finds it appropriate to tease you for your cuddling habits.

“What’s up babe? Can’t handle falling asleep without me?” she grins from ear to ear as she changes into her pajamas, which are a pair of soft drawstring sweatpants and nothing else:))

“C’mon Abs.” You pout. “Don’t get cocky.”

She reaches for you from across the bed and wraps an arm around your waist, squeezing the soft fat that pools there. “Not unless you ask nicely babe” She whispers in your ear.

❦ Thus, she nicknames you ‘snuggles’ whenever you get too touchy feely, and uses it a little too heavy handed for your liking.

She had just gotten home from a 12 hour shift, and she couldn't feel more exhausted; her feet were screaming after standing up all day, her eyes were droopy and her briefcase was unceremoniously tossed on the coffee table along with her keys.

“Baby?” She heard your endearing, sickly sweet voice calling her from the kitchen along with the smell of her favorite pasta dish and she let out a slight groan of delight.

Suddenly, your head appears on the doorframe and you close the distance in between you in a few, wide steps. You wrap an arm around her upper waist, rubbing up and down her sculpted back, while the other one reaches to pull the hair tie off her hair and let it loose.

“Mhmm, I missed you Abs.” You bury your face in the space between her neck and her shoulder.

“Me too baby. Are you up for lying down on the couch for a little bit? We can eat in an hour or so. Right now, I just wanna nap with you, snuggles.”

“Abby-”

❦ Seriously though, her façade crumbles easily in the early mornings, when she is still comfortably numb with sleep and doesn’t care if she comes across as too needy. She’ll bear hug you from the behind, and happily nuzzle her face in your hair, breathing in your familiar, comforting scent. She’ll pepper soft kisses on your neck, and put one leg over your hip so you don’t astir before her. When she’s on her back, she cups the back of your head with one hand as the other one wanders on the plush skin of your thigh, rubbing circles on it with slow, hypnotizing movements.

“Bee” You stroke her long wisps of dirty blonde hair out of her face. “We have to wake up sometime.”

“S’ five more minutes” She insists, and wraps her arms tighter around you.

❦ Of course, she still gets nightmares every now and then, and cuddling with you helps her land back to reality. It isn’t unusual for you to wake up to the alarming sound of her teeth grinding. When you do, you call out her name until she has finally woken up, so you can calm her down.

“I-I don’t know what happened” She stammers, reaching for the glass of water on her nightstand. “All I remember is you screaming for help, and it was very dark and i was alone and fuck-”

You gently shush her, wrapping your arms around her and rocking back and forth. “We’re both safe Abs.” You kiss a line from her cheek to her mouth. “Go back to sleep. I’m not going anywhere.”

❦ When she gets sick, Abby insists you don’t go within three feet of her to avoid her contagion. Again, this crumbles very quickly, and you end up laying with her head on your lap as you routinely check her temperature and plop a pill in her mouth. Whenever you’re sick however, Abby couldn’t care less about getting sick herself, and has an arm wrapped around you at all times as you’re lying in bed, trying to make you feel better.

“C’mon baby, come closer, I won’t get sick. Dr Anderson is gonna make you feel all better.”

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❦ The first time she ever gave you her strap, she could tell it completely knocked you out. Of course, she made sure to prep you correctly and use plenty of lube, but it was still quite the experience to say the least. The way your skin was soaked in sweat, breathing heavily, hole clenching and unclenching after the pounding it took definitely did things to her. After she cleaned you up and hand fed you some leftovers from her fridge, she instinctively wrapped her arms around you, wanting to preserve the sanctity and the quietness of post-coital bliss. Something inside her told her she had to keep you close, had to take care of this woman lying on her bed and make sure she’s safe and content. That night, you fell asleep on her chest, listening to the little boop boops of her heart and basking in her pine scent and miles of freckly skin.

❦ You also make sure to take her especially well after long, tedious work hours by making her come again and again on your tongue. It’s exceptionally good when she’s on her back on the bed, you under the sheets, and she buries a hand in your hair and she groans and moans loudly enough for the whole neighborhood to hear. Once you’re through, she’s pulling you by the hair to kiss you all over and tell you what a great job you did, how you always care for her and make her come so good.

Hazy eyed, smiling softly, her cheeks flushed red she connects her mouth with yours, as you suck on her tongue slowly, letting her taste herself.

“Mhmm, such a good wife for me baby, giving me head so good” She murmurs, the tiredness seeping in her voice. She lowers your head to lie right above her shoulder, the comfortable silence lulling you both to a soft, dreamless sleep. You’re sure that she’ll want to return the favor, but right now you’ll happily sleep alongside Abby, hoping she gets her well deserved rest.

#abby anderson x reader #abby anderson x y/n #abby anderson x you #abby the last of us #abby x fem!reader #abby anderson x female reader #abby tlou #abby anderson tlou2 #abby anderson headcanons

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love-toxin · 1 year

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Leon looks so pissed off in that last gif and Luis looks ecstatic. Oh to be stuck between the two of them. Luis so fucking happy he gets to play with you as he thought you were adorable the first time he saw you but Leon pissed off that he's having to share you. Maybe you were the price for Luis' help.

ok im sorry but i have to go insane for like. at least a moment bc luis 🥺 my love 🥺

(cws: gn!reader, post-canon, re4 spoilers!!, confessions, flirting, a kissy kissy, canon divergence, some blood and injury, mild innuendos, a lil intimate touching & mutual pining. leon's bad with feelings.)

Luis is sooooooo happy go lucky about the whole thing but Leon couldn't be more pissed. you're his mission partner, his. so where the hell does this stupid Latin-hearthrob local get off on asking him to set you two up? the danger may have passed and Ashley may be safely loaded on to a helicopter and taken away, but does he really have no better way to spend the last evening you've got to waste here? he just has to bug him about trying to get in with you?

"come on, prince charming. didn't you say you would thank me for my help?" Luis teases, nudging him with his elbow as the two lounge side-by-side on one of the sofas in the palace's many sitting rooms. Hunnigan had pointed out that the castle would be the most fortified place for you three to wait out the evening, as another chopper wouldn't be available until the next morning. but despite it being comfortable, Leon's only got his mind on passing the time as quick as possible so he can get you away from Luis and nip that possibility of you two hooking up in the bud.

"pick something else." he huffs, arms crossed over his broad chest as he elbows Luis back even harder--and a smirk twinges at his lips when he hears the Spaniard groan and buckle in pain, his wounds still fresh from just barely escaping Saddler's attempt to get the "sample" back from him.

it was because of you that he even survived, you had shoved him out of the way and landed a hit on his attacker with your shotgun aimed right at his head. and even though it obviously hadn't killed him, and you'd suffered your own injuries as you were flung away and Saddler retreated, you still rushed to Luis first to stem the bleeding from his abdomen and whisper those soft, worried reassurances that he would be okay. you'd taken care of him, brought him back to life, soothed him and babied him and smiled when he managed to get to his feet--and Leon had hated every second of it because it was for someone else. what he wouldn't give to have you look at him that way, to croon over him and want to protect him and kiss his wounds better.

so duh, he's jealous, and that's why he's been so stubborn and childish over Luis' attempts to claim his prize. but even now, when all is said and done and he's finished what he started, he still can't get even that.

"Luis?" Leon's head perks up at the sound of your voice--your sweet, delicate voice wafting over as you step through the doorway. clearly you heard him whining in pain, your eyes say it all. they soften with your brow and you move briskly to crouch in front of your friend and rest your hands tenderly on his knees. "are you okay? is it hurting again?" damn that doting look you give Luis. he shifts uncomfortably in his seat as he tries not to think of you looking at him that way, in that same position, with his legs spread apart and you on your knees like that...

"only when I breathe, mi corazon." he laughs albeit defeatedly, and only now does Leon feel a little guilty for prodding some of those wounds. he definitely looks paler than he should, but it also hurts to see you so worried for him.

"oh, Luis--here, let's get you somewhere more comfortable, yeah? it'll be better for you to lay down anyways. Lee?"

he's so lost in the way your hands glide up Luis' legs to check on his bandages that he flinches when you call his name again, your expression questioning when he finally snaps back to reality until he utters a "huh?". and then you gesture for him to help you prop Luis up to take him into the bedroom next door, which he does for you begrudgingly and remedies only by dropping Luis just a little rougher than needed when he lifts him up on to the bed. it bites him in the same way as the Spaniard groans and you hurry to evaluate his pain, but at least now Luis looks a bit more pathetic laying back on the sheets--much like he's moments away from passing out cold. it's been a long day for all of you, after all, although he would be lying if he said he wouldn't be glad that it'd shut him up for five minutes.

it feels even longer when he watches you lean over him, and Luis' fingers trail up your hip to give your waist a playful squeeze--and when you two share a too-intimate smile at each other as you work on tightening his bandages, Leon's had more than enough. when you straighten up and turn to him to ask him to fetch something, the words don't even hit his ears because he's already leaning in. both hands come to rest just underneath your jaw and sit right below your ears, so the entire lower half of your face is dwarfed by him as his lips meet yours in a hot, wet flurry; one, another for good measure, and a third just grazing your bottom lip as you finally flinch at the sudden contact. a sound escapes you but whether it was his name, or a question, or just a sound, he doesn't know. because as soon as it's over, Leon's turning on his heel and leaving the room in a hurry to go get whatever it was you wanted. he'll just have to guess. something for Luis.

"my, my..." the man in question wonders aloud, a smug grin tweaking his lips as he watches Leon's back disappear from the doorway. "...finally got the courage, I see." he whispers devilishly under his breath.

"L-Lee? Lee! I...d-did I do something..? I didn't hurt his feelings, did I?" you whimper so sweetly, and Luis can't help but laugh even though it has him keeling over in a second, the pain in his chest bringing up a hacking cough that thankfully goes away quickly, and without any blood in his palm to boot.

"oh, mi amor, you're going to rot my teeth...don't worry your sweet heart, he's just got something on the mind." he shifts his position and looks up at you with a wink at the ready, but your unexpectedly sour expression staring back at him wilts that charm in no time at all.

"I hate it when you two act like you know something I don't." all that pouting you're doing now is just too adorable to resist though, especially since you're throwing yourself right back into securing his injuries yet again--perhaps, based on the concentration on your face, because you want to focus on figuring out the reason for why your coworker just did what he did. those warm cheeks and glimmery eyes speak for themselves, though. you must have enjoyed it, conflicting feelings and all.

"and--hngh--what if we do?"

"then just tell me!"

you huff, straightening out his clothes for the last time and gently dragging his shirt back down to cover his stomach. just when you reach his belt, however, Luis grabs your wrist in a tight grip and yanks you towards him--and when you squeak and collapse on top of him, your hands hitting either side of the pillow under his head while your knee rests on the edge of the mattress, that flustered face and those quickened breaths at your newfound closeness just melt any remaining hesitation from his heart. his thumb grazes your palm on the hand he's still got in his grasp, and with a smirk he slides it over yours to lace your fingers together while the other creeps up your neck.

you've got eyes on him alone, heart beating in your throat for him. the kiss he plants on your half-open mouth is warmer, sweeter, and deeper than the one you had from Leon--not better or worse, just enthusiastic in a different way. and his grin only grows wider when he breaks away and spots Leon standing there over your shoulder, watching with flushed cheeks and a vial clutched in his hands as he waits in the doorway. how polite of him, especially shutting the door so quietly as he slowly stalks up behind you both in your moment of heated, Spanish passion.

"...now, how's that for a confession, cariño?"

#luis sera #leon kennedy #luis sera x reader #leon kennedy x reader #leon x reader x luis #ot3 #resident evil #re4make #ellie writes #anons

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nohoney · 6 months

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hi sweetness I hope you’ve been well mwah :3 I’ve been going through a really bad bkg brainrot lately 🤤.

Anyway I’m sending you lots of love and kissies mwah

hello my love! i’ve been doing well and i hope you have been too! i feel you on the bakugou brainrot so here’s a lil something since we been missing him ♡( ◡‿◡ )

“you gonna cum for me, yeah baby?” bakugou huffs as he pounds your cunt, his movements making the bed shake and the air is thick with the smell of sex. he’s got your legs over his shoulders as he’s hunched over you, his fat cock fucking deep and harder into you and making an absolute wreck of your guts. “gonna be a good girl and cum for me?”

your voice trembles with a small yes and slurring out that you’re a good girl for him.

bakugou presses himself balls deep into you and the way your pussy clenched around him so tightly almost makes him cum on the spot. he’s gonna flood that sweet pussy of yours. fill you to the brim full of him and make it overflow into a mess onto the bedsheets below. he delights in the idea of fucking you until you can’t take anymore.

ah fuck, you just came on his cock again and he loves it.

“good girl.” he mumbles as he leans down to kiss your forehead.

“want y’er cum! please cum in me!” you whimper pathetically. he feels your hands cup his face, holding him tenderly and making him look down at you. you’re absolutely dick drunk and high from the pleasure, so delectable and too goddamn cute that he can’t deny your request. “katsuki please?”

“i will baby, i will.” he assures you, slowing down the pace just a little with more firm and deep strokes. he takes both your hands off his face and pins them to the bed. he’s got your left wrist pinned but he laces his fingers together with your right hand. “say you love me first.”

it’s so sweet how your voice carries to his ears and how your pussy is pulsing around his dick, “i love you katsuki.”

“love you too.” he returns the sentiment, feeling gooey soft and tender for you. he revels in it for just a moment before he firmly plants his hands on your hips and pulls back his own. bakugou peers down as he leaves just the tip in, rocking his hips to tease you and hear you whine at him.

“katsuki no! no teasing!”

“okay sweetheart.” he croons.

he rams his hips forward and bakugou is in utter bliss when you cum again. he fucks you into a blubbering mess, your pussy gushing wet every time he goes in. your soft little pants fill the air and he adores how your hands clench into fists on the pillow your head lays on.

he listens to your praises and drinks them in, his heart swooning when you say again that you love him. bakugou fucks the words out of you and he chases the high, the veins in his hands popping as he grips your hips harder. “gonna cum baby, fucking—fuck!” he grunts as his head falls back, almost gasping as he cums. “god i love you.”

you hum sweetly in acknowledgment of his words, gently patting your chest and telling him softly, “c’mere.”

“need to clean you up first, sweetheart.” bakugou points out as he pulls out of you. yet he finds himself leaning down towards you, resting his head on your chest and allowing himself to be held by you. he can’t help but sigh happily as your hands run through his blond hair, your fingers massaging at his scalp in just the right way that he likes.

“gonna marry you someday,” bakugou mumbles against your skin as he gradually becomes more relaxed, “i swear it baby.”

and you smile at him, massaging at his shoulders next and you coo to him, “someday katsuki…”

#sending you my love and kisses bb mwah mwah #bakugou katsuki x reader #bakugou x reader #bakugou smut

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lieslab · 6 months

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Okay request: (since you asked for some so I'll think and SEND IT INNNNN)

So imagine you have to get up super early and can't stay in bed to cuddle. So sleepy Felix shuffles around with you and basically lays on top of you while you make breakfast and you try to convince him to just go back to bed, you'd cuddle when you get home but "I won't survive without for that long, need to get some cuddlezz nowwww" in his raspy sleepy voice so you pet his hair and give him a kiss on his forehead and let him do his thing.

And when you leave you tuck him in and seal it with a sweet lil kissie🥰

GODD I had to get up early today and I feel so cold and cuddle depriveded so totally not taken from real life.....

Anyways hope you liked the idea, take it or throw it away, don't write it (obviously) if you don't wanna, have a great day, don't forget to drink some waterrrrrr aaaaand

Goodbye😘

Omg thank you for this!! This is great because the next two drabbles I have planned are angsty and this is a nice break from that. This is sooo cute and I'm so sorry you had to wake up like that 😔 I hope this can make you feel a tad bit better <3

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Summary: You have to get up early on a Saturday morning for work, but Felix refuses to let you leave in peace.

Pairing: Felix x gn reader

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 1.5K

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You were used to your morning routine. You did this multiple times before. The moment your alarm clock began to ring, you quickly sat up to silence it. You slowly crept out of the bed you shared with your boyfriend.

The moment your feet hit the ground, you headed to your dresser, grabbed clean clothes to change into, and snuck into the bathroom. You were lucky Felix was a heavy sleeper. He didn’t wake up when your alarm clock went off.

When you were in the bathroom trying to do your morning routine as quietly as possible, he never stirred. You shimmied out of your pajamas and into a fresh pair of clean clothes. You combed out the rat’s nest you called hair and slipped out of the bathroom.

You grabbed everything you needed and were about to sneak out to the kitchen when the sound of a deep sleepy voice stopped you. “What are you doing?”

You spun around to see your boyfriend sitting up in the shared bed. His eyes were half open as the first morning streaks of yellow sunlight filtered in through your curtains. His blonde hair stuck out in every direction in a spiked halo. Your shared comforter had found a home around his neck and he wrapped it around his body tightly.

A chuckle fell from you as the freckled boy waited for your response. “I have work this morning.”

“Work?” His eyes suddenly shot wide open. “But, but, but,” he sputtered trying to get the words out. “But it’s Saturday! Saturdays are strictly for us!”

Guilt swept over you, but you pushed it down. “I know and I’m sorry. I’ll have to make it up to you when I get home.”

“Tell your boss you’re sick.”

“Baby, you know I can’t do that.”

He groaned and flung himself backwards in the bed. His head hit the pillow with a soft thwat. It was hard to keep the smile off your face at his childish behavior. His lips stuck out in a pout as he hmmph’d.

“Do you want breakfast while you’re up?” You asked.

“No! I want you to come back into our bed and keep me warm!” He grumbled beneath his breath and you managed to pick up something along the lines of large corporations being shitty.

“Alright, I’ll make you some food and put it in the fridge for later.” You let him deal with his pity party on his own.

Once you were gone, he groaned again and rolled over to wiggle out of the bed. He huffed, stood up, and followed you to the kitchen. You turned around at the sound of footsteps behind you and burst into laughter.

Felix looked annoyed and tired. He shot you a sleepy glare, “it’s not funny.”

You weren’t laughing at the situation, you were laughing at him. He yanked the royal blue comforter over his head and wrapped it around himself. It clung around his body and nearly engulfed him whole. He looked like a child in an oversized winter coat.

“It’s not funny,” you agreed and you forced yourself to stop laughing. “I’m sure you’re still tired, why don’t you go back to bed?”

“I can’t leave you alone on our reserved day. I’ll already be alone while you’re at work.”

“I promise we’ll have the whole evening together and you’re still tired. You’ve been through a lot this week and you need the ext-”

“No!”

You stumbled forward a bit as he walked around you and wrapped his arms around your waist. He snuggled his face into the middle of your back and let out a sigh of relief. Another smile appeared on your face.

“I’m not letting you go.”

“But I need to make breakfast,” you objected.

“So? I’m not stopping you.”

“But you should g-”

“No.”

“You really need t-”

“Nuh-uh.”

“Felix please, we can cuddle later,” you tried again.

“You want me to go that long without your cuddles? You’re practically asking me to just die. I can’t wait that long!” His voice came out whiny. “How am I going to survive until then?”

“Okay, okay, fine,” you finally gave up, “but I’m going to start walking around. If you end up hitting the floor, it’ll be your own fault.”

“I’m not gonna hit the floor.”

“We’ll see about that.”

Felix’s arms wrapped around you tighter as you made your way to the fridge. You hummed beneath your breath while pulling out the ingredients to make breakfast burritos. Since he was up against you, he could hear every breath you took.

The warmth of your body pressed against his cheek sent a flood of happiness through him. Everything was going okay until you needed to get a pan out of the bottom cupboard. You didn’t want to risk bending down and falling with him on top of you.

“Alright, babe, you’ve gotta get off for a moment. I need to get a pan and I don’t want us to fall.” You gently patted one of his arms around your waist.

He let out a groan, but soon obliged. Once he let go, you retrieved a pan and stood back up. You glanced over to see him still swaddled up in the comforter. He could barely keep his eyes open. The sight tugged at your heartstrings.

He could have been sleeping in the comfort of the bed, but he wanted to be around you so much, he forced himself to get up and follow you. You would be lying if you said you weren’t secretly thrilled. You knew Felix loved skinship, but you hadn’t realized he was attached to you this much.

You reached up and ruffled a hand through his hair. His eyes opened a little wider. You leaned forward and placed a kiss on his forehead. The small action caused his cheeks to fade into a soft pink beneath his freckles.

You turned back to the stove with your pan. “Alright, you can go back to hanging onto me now.”

After receiving the okay, Felix quickly reattached himself to your back. You went back to humming one of your favorite songs. Felix was drifting between the land of unconsciousness and reality.

You washed and chopped potatoes. Throwing them into a skillet with a splash of oil, you let them begin to cook while you cooked bits of diced bacon in another skillet. When the bacon finished cooking, you cracked a few eggs into the same pan and let the eggs cook with the help of bacon grease.

Felix let you work your magic in silence. Behind you, he drifted further and further to sleep. He was comfortable and you knew it. You felt his weight press into your body more and more.

At one point, you felt him stumble as he tried to regain his footing. While breakfast cooked, you moved away from the hot stove and pulled his arms off of you. He mumbled something, but the words were too slurred, so you couldn’t hear it.

“Come on, baby,” you cooed at him. You grabbed his arms and led him back towards your bed. “The bed is waiting for you and you’re practically asleep on your feet.”

“Am not,” Felix mumbled.

He couldn’t keep his eyes open and his limbs felt heavier than normal. You made sure he avoided obstacles and led him to the bed. You pulled the blankets down and helped get back in the bed. Once he was there, you took your time tucking him in.

“Gimme a kiss.” He kept his eyes closed and puckered his lips.

You suppressed your chuckle and bent down to kiss him. It was rather quick, so when you pulled away he whined. “I want a real kiss!”

“That was a real kiss,” you insisted.

“Is your love for me fake?”

Your eyes widened with surprise. “Of course not! Why would I-”

“Then kiss me like you mean it!”

You bent down and pressed your lips against his again. When you finished, you pulled away and began planting kisses along the tops of his cheeks. A grin lit up his face as he laughed. You left no part of his face untouched.

You kissed his forehead, his cheeks, and his chin. You ended your spectacle with a kiss to his nose before your lips met his again. You kissed him with a big fat slobbery “mwah!” and pulled away.

“Was that good enough?” You asked.

“I guess it’ll do.”

“What more do you want?”

“Stay home with me?”

“I promise I’m all yours this evening, alright?”

“Oh, alright.” His mouth opened in a wide yawn. He snuggled further into the comforter around him.

You watched him for a few seconds before you spoke up. “I’ll leave your food in the fridge okay? I’m sorry I have to leave, but if I don’t go in, they’ll write me up.” You continued apologizing until you were cut off with a soft snore.

Your heart fluttered when you realized Felix finally fell back to sleep. You leaned forward, brushed a few strands of hair from his forehead, and bent down to press a final kiss to the middle of his forehead. “Sleep tight, baby, I’ll see you later.” You pulled away and stood back up.

Before you left the room, you pulled out your phone to text him a reminder that his food was in the fridge and you went back to the kitchen to eat your breakfast.

#stray kids #stray kids fanfic #lee felix #stray kids felix #felix x reader #skz felix #skz fanfic #stray kids drabbles #stray kids fluff #felix fluff #kpop fanfic #stay #fanfic writing

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fluffylino · 2 years

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Stray Kids finding out you're touch starved

Word count: 700+

Genre: fluff

Synopsis: each member reacting to how affection is a sudden new thing to you and how sometimes you need more love

Chan-

Chan would be such a sweetheart about it

If you need cuddles, kisses or just close contact, he'd drop everything and anything to make you feel better

He would randomly pick you up and place you in his lap

Buys you your favourite tub of ice cream

Nuzzles

Lots and Lots of nuzzles!

Minho-

He may be a tsundere but he knows how it feels at times

Treats you like you're one of his precious lil cats

Minho may not hug you often but its the subtle things he does to remind u

Cooks your favourite dishes

In public, he would place his hand on your thigh, letting you hide your face in his shoulder

One day, you notice a bouquet of flowers nicely kept on the counter

He makes it very obvious about how much he loves you no matter his actions

Kisses make things a whole lot better, right?

Changbin-

Now that he's getting buffer, his arms feel heavenly around you

It gives you a sense of secureness and his chest feels so pillowy against your head

You want to be held? Binnie to the rescue

If he's at the gym, he would definitely add you to his routine

You know, while he's doing push-ups you're under him

So with each one, you get a smooch

Spending time with you, makes his boring everyday routine so much more exciting

Hyunjin-

This boy is a hopeless romantic

If he even notices how you stick to him more than usual, he'd hold you close

Holding hands? A BIG YES

Loves to see how his bigger hand engulfs yours

Lots and Lots of intimate kisses

Hyunjin would take you by surprise, pressing long kisses to your lips

Makes you sit beside him or pulls you onto his lap while he completes one of his canvas paintings

Maybe even makes you his model

Buys you flowers on a daily basis

Jisung-

As goofy as he is, Jisung would randomly bite you

You'd be sitting next to him and next thing you know he's gently gnawing at your shoulder

Would smile so hard, when he realises you're being more affectionate than usual

Get ready for non stop cuddling while watching ghibli movies

Tells you how much he loves you

Forehead kisses are his thing

Pops up from nowhere and attacks you with smooches

Blame his rapper abilities cuz this man can hold his breath

Felix-

Major cuddlebug alert!

This little ball of sunshine would be so giggly and would cling to you

BACKHUGSSS

Bakes you his signature brownies with an extra ingredient: love

Loves kissing the crown of your head

Takes you out on lil cafe dates and buys you plushies

Seungmin-

Softens up a lot

Doesn't tease you too much

Lets you kiss him as much as you want, occassionally giving you much more than just a single peck

Americano datessss

Places soft kisses to your hands

Cups your face while he brushes his fingers through your hair

He may not admit it but he absolutely loves when you plop down on his lap and hug him like a koala

Jeongin-

This babie feels so bad

Innie may not be so immune to affection but he would initiate it

Comparing hand sizes is his favourite

Random pecks on your cheek is his THING

Keeps you close to him and holds your hand so tight

Blushes when you ask if you can sit on his lap while he practices his vocal lessons

Takes you to the arcade and you come back home with plushies

And many kissy photos

#stray kids #skz imagines #stray kids headcanons #stray kids imagines #skz drabbles #bang chan imagines #lee know imagines #seo changbin imagines #hwang hyunjin imagines #han jisung imagines #lee felix imagines #kim seungmin imagines #yang jeongin imagines #stray kids soft hours #soft stray kids #stray kids drabbles #stray kids smut #fluffylino works

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saetoru · 8 months

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✩ ‧₊˚ ✩ APATHY OF THE CHIEF JUSTICE — NEUVILLETTE.

contents. archon quest spoilers, liddol weepy dragon neuvillette :(, established relationships, reverse comfort, lots of kissies 4 him, it’s a bit self indulgent my bad but he’s just a sensitive lil friendly guy who tries his best he makes me sad :(, maybe ooc idrk how to write him yet

it starts raining out of nowhere on a sunny day, hard. you frown—you know exactly what this means, walking up to neuvillette’s office in concern.

“good afternoon, sedene,” you smile, patting the melusine on the head. she leans into your touch happily, content with the small show of affection.

“good afternoon. if you’re here to visit the chief justice, i have to warn you. today, he seems…” sedene trails off, unsure how to finish, and you hum knowingly as you nod.

“i see,” you murmur, “i’ll see if i can help.” you turn and knock on the office door—it’s silent for a moment before you call, “it’s me.”

you hear some shuffling before neuvillette finally answers. it’s a quiet, “come in,” and nothing more. you sigh before entering—that can’t be a good sign.

neuvillette looks…well, devastated. with red rimmed eyes and a slightly pink nose, his cheeks trailed with delicate tears that break your heart. you walk over, cupping his cheek and brushing away a stray tear with your thumb as he closes his eyes.

“what’s got you so upset,” you murmur, “the weather has taken a rather drastic turn, wouldn’t you say?”

he sniffles, the poor thing—it’s as precious as it is heartbreaking. “i believe…i believe i may have made a mistake,” he mumbles, “a terrible one, in fact.”

“oh?” you raise a brow, leaning down and brushing your lips against his forehead soothingly, “i’m sure you’ve done your best, neuvillette.”

“no,” his voice breaks, a fresh round of tears falling past his lash line and staining his skin. you furrow your brows, cupping both sides of his face as your forehead presses to his, “no, i didn’t…i didn’t do what i should have. in fact, i did nothing at all.”

“i’m sure that’s not true,” you reason, “you always do what you can.”

“i could’ve stopped the duel,” he shakes his head, and instantly you know what must be on his mind. “i thought…i thought i understood but i didn’t. i still don’t.”

neuvillette doesn’t understand humans as well as he hopes—it’s changed a bit since you’ve shown up, but their emotions are far too complicated for him sometimes. you help him, sometimes—you try to show him they’re not much different from him, but he’s learning slowly on his own.

you nod slowly at his words, as if you understand, before pressing soft kisses along his face. you scatter them along his cheeks, over the tip of his nose, just at the corners of his mouth and right on the center of his forehead.

he sniffles again, miserably.

“oh, love,” you murmur gently—callas has always been a complicated topic, one you’ve carefully treaded since it’s happened. his lips wobble, and you pull him into you, letting his head rest against your chest as you sit on the armrest of his chair. “callas wasn’t your fault,” you whisper, “none of us could’ve known.”

“i believed he was guilty,” he confesses, “otherwise, why duel? i…i didn’t think he would do it for…”

“and you weren’t alone in your assumptions,” you reason. that doesn’t seem to make him feel any better—in fact, you feel your shirt dampen, and the rain hits the glass of his window harder.

“but i am the chief justice,” he insists, “how i can be so if i let innocent men throw away their lives?”

you’re silent for a bit—it’s difficult to give him an answer. it’s difficult to offer him any solace over something like this. but you do know it’s not his fault—and soon enough, you hope he’ll accept that too.

but until then, you thread your fingers into his hair as you press a chaste kiss to the crown of his head.

“being the chief justice doesn’t mean you have all the answers,” you say quietly, catching a tear as it slips down his cheek with your thumb, “you won’t have all the answers. but you’ll do your best to find them. i think that’s enough.”

“lady navia yelled at me,” he tells you. you want to chuckle a little at the way he says it, like child who’s been scolded—but now is not the time, not when he’s so upset. “a few days ago. because i did not stop it. she…she was right—”

“lady navia is grief stricken,” you interrupt, “you have to understand. she didn’t mean—”

“but i could’ve stopped it—”

“anyone could’ve, neuvillette,” you insist, “lady furina, or even clorinde. but no one knew, and that’s okay. it’s how callas wanted it, i’m afraid.”

he’s silent for a bit, weighs your words as he presses against your chest further, let’s your fingers trail through his hair and stroke along his cheek for a bit.

it rains in fontaine—whenever there is something to mourn, it rains. perhaps the people can know this way that they are not alone in their grief, that there is always something, someone to share the burden of pain with them.

“i’ll visit,” he mumbles after some time, “to pay my respects to mister callas.”

“i think that’s a lovely idea,” you smile, poking the tip of his nose and pulling the tiniest of smiles from him, “would you like me to come?”

“no, i think i should do it alone,” he says thoughtfully, “but thank you.”

you feel his hand grab yours, his fingers lacing with yours as he gives it a small squeeze—perhaps he still has a long way to go to understand humans and their complex emotion. but this one, he thinks he understands well enough.

he loves you, just as much as you love him—it’s simple enough to understand.

my lil cinnamon roll :( my emotional liddol weepy dragon :(

#teepods.writings #drabbles.#neuvillette x reader #neuvillette x you #neuvillette fluff #genshin x reader #genshin x you #genshin fluff #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact x you #genshin impact fluff

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sunflowersteves · 1 year

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CONGRATS ON YOUR MILESTONE BABY YOU ARE THE BEST OF THE BEST!!!!

🌼 din blurb request for ya…. i’d love to see what you could do with “night terrors . hold my muse after they wake up from a nightmare”

love u so much 😘😘😘

THANK YOU MY LOVE!!! Giving u a lil kissy, cat ok

warnings || nightmares, angst, tooth-rotting fluff, soft!din, fem!reader [Grogu calling reader mom in his head]

The razor crest creaked and rattled as it traveled through hyperspace. At the moment, outer space seemed quiet and tranquil. The infinite galaxies gleamed and settled into the dark matter that surrounded the universe.

You were sleeping soundlessly, the rise and fall of your chest was soft and light. Your dreams were peaceful, dedicated to the little family that you have created.

On the other end of the bed, Din felt hot to the touch. Beads of sweat drip down his temple and his arms twitch—as if he was grasping whatever was in front of him.

A dark shadow casted over his form from the encompassing fear that struck through his heart. Something felt wrong—he was mumbling your name and Grogu’s over and over.

He let out a gasp, startling himself awake and his eyes opened to the endless, plummeting sight of darkness. His heart pounded against his chest as he searched.

His hands fumbled across the mattress, desperate to find you, desperate to find Grogu. You were gone. Both of you were gone.

His hands eventually found your form, and he grabbed. “Din?”

The soft planes of your voice fluttered against his ears and he felt instant relief. You’re here. You’re okay. It was all a dream.

“What’s wrong, handsome?”

He didn’t realize the tears had fallen against his cheeks—not until your gentle fingers go to wipe them away. “Oh, Din.”

A sob left his lips as he opened his mouth to reply. The replacement of his words was harsh and garbled against his throat.

He couldn’t bear the feeling much more, his body clung to you in the darkness of your bedroom. He could tell you were frowning by the way he felt the curl of your lips on your skin.

You wanted to ask what the dream was—desperate to fix whatever had been bothering him, but you stayed quiet. Instead, you wrapped your arms around him and whispered sweet nothings against his ear.

You let him sob and cry against your shoulder for as long as he needed. Your palm cradled his head, fingers digging into his hair and pulling gently at the base of his neck.

He almost whimpered at the calming sensation of your hands and body against his. He kept repeating in his head, you’re safe, you’re safe.

On the other end of the ship, Grogu had woken up from the tight feeling in his little chest. He could tell something was wrong with his dad—the sadness that protruded from him and his mom’s bedroom was too striking.

He waddled his way down the hallway and gently opened the door to the bedroom. Din moved slowly and saw Grogu standing there with tears in his eyes.

The force let him see when others were suffering and it made him itch to help his dad.

“C’mere.”

He jumps onto the bed and you pull him right into the middle. Din’s hands go to Grogu’s chest so he could feel the small rise and fall of his chest.

You had taken his little hand and squeezed, prompting a little coo from the child. You held your hand there though and watched as Grogu snuggled into the space between the two of you.

“I love you both.” You say, your other hand moving to rest on Din’s cheek.

He breathes, “I love you both too.” He pauses, “so much.”

With that, the three of you by your side and hearts thumping against your chest at the feeling of pure love, you all succumb to the peacefulness of sleep.

#vic’s spring time sleepover ˚ ༘♡ ·˚#din djarin x reader #din djarin x you #din djarin x y/n #din djarin fanfiction #the mandalorian x reader #the mandalorian x you #the mandalorian x y/n #the mandalorian fanfiction #star wars #star wars fanfiction

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hyukalyptus · 7 months

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tw. chubby loving soobin, tummies/thighs/ass, pussy eating, sex lol, nipple play ofc

thinking about how much soobin would love soft, squishy bellies :( and thighs </3

and him laying on ur tummy in bed while you run ur fingers through his hair. he plays with ur thighs, squeezing n rubbing them like a stress ball. and he leaves lil kissies all over ur tummy

soobin who leaves so many kissies on ur tummy as he makes his way down to ur pussy, slowly lifting ur legs up, strong hands wrapping around ur pretty thighs to squish. deliberately placing them around his head while he eats u out, feeling u trembling around him.

soobin who bites ur chubby ass cheeks before he takes u from behind, holding ur full tits firmly.

soobin who picks u up and wiggles u around for a big bear hug.

soobin who loves ur tits more than anything and will spend hours laying on ur chest, lips and tongue all over them until their tired. fuCK his lips are so fkn perfect to be wrapped around nipples :(

love him TT

#having a bad body day :(#which is HIGHLY unusal for me #so i’m a lil worried #but it’s ok:3 #chubby lover soobin to the rescue #hp’s hard thoughts ☁️#soobin smut #soobin hard thoughts

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weirdly-specific-but-ok · 2 months

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REWATCHING GO S1, LIVE PLAY-BY-PLAY OF DOOMSDAY WAHOO

HELLO MAGGOTS REWATCHING SEASON 1 BECAUSE THE FIRST TIME WAS A KIDNAPPING CHAOTIC MESS. EPISODE ONE HERE GOES. I DON'T REMEMBER A LOT OF DETAILS BUT YES.

Opening scene and Earth's got vibe-checked by God and I've been gaslit about the dinosaurs

GARDEN OF EDEEEEEN wow his first appearance and Aziraphale's already so prissy and flustered might fuck around and fall in love with him idk

I finally understand who these mf's are hi Hastur and Ligur you're not zombies after all

FOR FUCK'S SAKE SECOND SCENE CROWLEY'S BEEN IN AND SHE WALKED IN, SERVED HIPS HAIR AND CUNT, AND THEN MANAGED TO TALK HER AWAY INTO A PROBLEM

LIKE GENUINELY SHE COMES AND SASHAYS WITH HER HAIR AND SAYS TIMES ARE CHANGING AND HEAD OFFICE LOVES ME AND JUST INSTANTLY HASTUR AND LIGUR USE HER WORDS AGAINST HER

idk sister mary loquacious is kinda doing it for me rn with that satanic nun's habit and losergirl energy

third crowley scene and he's misplaced THE LITERALLY GODDAMNED ANTICHRIST because he made small talk with a bloke outside without checking for details

mmmmhm yes sister mary wink again your bitchless decisions are sexy y'know what i mean

Gabriel feels like his brain was eviscerated and replaced with one of those youtuber's paid course promos at the end of their how to change your life in 45 days: three simple mindset shifts video

so THIS IS WHY EVERYONE KEEPS SAYING PAVLOVIAN IN THIS FANDOM IT'S BECAUSE OF DUCKS of course it's because of ducks

mmmhm yes sure crepes French revolu--Crowley stop eye-fucking Aziraphale you're making everyone at the Ritz horny

Aziraphale don't moan into your food man you can't take these two anywhere

Crowley thanking the driver for slowing down is everything to me

And they're drunk hu-fucking-zzah good thing we'll have 11 year olds saving the world coz these fuckers sure ain't doing shit

OH MY GOD HE WAS TRYING TO SAY BOUILLABAISSE I JUST REALISED. I THOUGHT HE WAS JUST MAKING KISSY FACES AT AZIRAPHALE I'M NOT OK-

What Aziraphale was doing back was definitely kissy faces though that mfer wasn't even trying to say bouillabaisse when Crowley said what sounded suspiciously like baby

kissy kissy from lil miss prissy [i would have made such a great high school bully shame i had no inclinations that way]

SORRY WHAT THE BLOODY FUCK WAS THAT SOBERING UP EXCUSE ME THE FANFICS MADE IT SOUND LIKE IT WAS A CLICK AND THEY'RE SUDDENLY NORMAL WHY IS THE ALCOHOL REFILLING

oop nun down nun down

i want ya see a wile ya thwart amirite on a t-shirt

"actually i encourage humans to-" just say you're a lazy bitch azi we love you

love crowley fake-manipulating azi into helping like azi wants to be manipulated y'know so it's not technically his fault he was wiled over or whatever and they're both just such ENABLERS

not azi going SOFT at being godfathers with crowley

NOT BROTHER FRANCIS PLEASE NO FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THAT IS SACRED AZI WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS PLEASE

WARLOCKKKKK I LOVE YOUUUUUUUUUUUUUU

HNNNG MICHAEL SHEEN HAD TOO MUCH FUN WITH THIS

why is nanny ashtoreth so seductive with that of course dear is it just crowley's inherent disastergirl sex appeal

HALF PONYTAIL CROWLEY I AM A FUCKING SLUT FOR HALF PONYTAIL

GASLIGHTING HEAVEN AND HELL THAT'S MY BABYGIRLS

erIC THE DISPOSABLE DEMON I DIDN'T KNOW THEY COME IN S1 well not come i hope unless being eaten by a hellho--nope

ANGEL CROWLEY SAID ANGEL ANGEL ANGEL

CROWLEY TRYING TO BE SUBTLE ABOUT KILLING BEFORE GETTING ANNOYED

waiter crOWLEY OUTFIT I CANNOT BE NORMAL AFTER THE WEDDING DRESS DESIGNING ABOUT THIS COSTUME

FOOLS WRONG BOY YOU FOOLS IM DEAD

DOG IS UNIRONICALLY SO CUTE EVEN BEFORE IT GOES SMOL

gonna give my roxie a kissy brb she's my angel and all this dog talk makes me miss her (she's a few feet away under the bed)

i asked her for a kissy and she crawled out and gave me a kiss i love her

DOGGGGG ADAMMM

...roxie's crying to be taken downstairs it's nearly 2 am this is on me for waking her up i crowley'd myself fml

EYYYYY WELCOME TO THE END TIMES don't mind me I'll have to take roxie down yes I know maggots I'm crowley-coded I KNOW THAT I'M A BLOODY DISASTER BYEEEEEEEE

#good omens mascot #good omens #weirdly specific but ok #asmi #maggots #good omens fandom #good omens season 1 #in the beginning #WAHOO #OK GTG TAKE MY DOG DOWNSTAIRS AT 1:45 IN THE MORNING #THE CROWLEY LIFE #IT'S HARD WORK BEING THE RESIDENT DISASTER #BUT SOMEONE'S GOTTA DO IT

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