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yourheart-inmyhands · 8 months

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Hiya! If you don't mind, I would like to request something a little more specific.

How do you think Venti, Lisa and Diluc with reader that's kind of just Has a REALY unhealthy life style? Like they barely ever go outside, mostly staying on their house, have terrible diet consisting of junk food and seeets and a shrimp like posture?

Of course If you don't feel comfortable writing this, you don't have to.

-🐶 Anon

this one's a little shorter than normal cause i wasn't suuuuper sure what to write but i hope you enjoy it anyways :D

Warning: this post contains yandere-themes, including overbearing behaviors, being held against will, delusional behaviors, and other potential topics. Please read at your own risk!

Yandere!Diluc would appreciate that you never go outside, as he prefers you to stay indoors when you aren’t with him, but he refuses to let you live off junk food. He wants his darling healthy and thus, forces you to have three proper meals with him daily, breakfast, lunch, and dinner, no argument allowed. If you want junk foods you can have some as a snack after dinner, but otherwise will not be allowed any. He doesn’t mind much else, he was simply raised on a well diet and believes it’s important for you to be eating proper foods.

Yandere!Venti would make all your meals, it takes him a bit to get used to cooking, but when he does he actually cooks fairly well! He tries to incorporate a lot of the things he’ll think you’ll like, in the sense that if you’re craving one thing, he tries to find a meal that it will pair well with so that you can have it while also eating. He himself doesn’t eat so he doesn’t really understand the difference between junk food and good food, he just assumes that one has more sugar and that’s really it. He does sit there and watch you eat though, and is also a fan of your more inside keeping nature. He will bring you outside with him on occasion though, mostly to the balcony but he thinks sun is good for humans!

Yandere!Lisa is honestly probably the worst for this one as her mothering side kicks in. She cuts all junk food out of your diet, forbidding it from the house entirely. She’ll correct you anytime she sees your posture slipping, insisting that you sit up straight and properly, and she’ll drag you outside for daily walks. She may come off as a dozing, tired woman at work, but at home she runs that house and she will not allow her darling to fall into bad habits whilst she’s around. You can expect her to punish you if she finds you trying to sneak junk foods as well, once she puts her foot down about that there’s no picking it back up.

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newtonsheffield · 1 year

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Nights Like This part 2 was the perfect way to start my work day! Cat Dad!Anthony was something I didn't know I needed but can now never ever let go of. I can also imagine sweet Benedict twiddling his thumbs while he waits with Kate for Anthony, thinking about how his brother gets himself into these situations. Love love love. Congrats on another fucking hit 🤝🏽🤝🏽

Also! This may not have been your intention but this Kanthony gives me Sweet Nothings vibes. I'm big Seeet Nothing's x Kanthony Truther and I think this fic got the fluff of it perfectly 🥺

Benedict just sitting there like “… so what did you order?”

“Um. Just… a lot of sides. Some lemon chicken and um Beef and black bean. Sweet and sour pork. You know…”

“And Anthony was really sweet?”

“Yep.”

“Sorry, I have about a million follow up questions. The first of which is how did you come to be wearing Anthony’s Favourite sweater?”

Kate flushed “He didn’t… say it was his Favourite. He just… noticed I was cold.”

“Interesting. Very chivalrous.”

“Is all this leading somewhere?”

“You tell me: What are your intentions with Anthony?”

“Jesus Christ.”

“Eh, we’re not a religious family. It might be hard to get him to be one with the Holy Spirit but good luck to you.”

You know, it wasn’t my intention, but Sweet Nothings does definitely fit.

#nights like this #kathony #anthony x kate #kate sharma #kate sheffield #anthony bridgerton #molly’s asks and answers

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lexa-griffins · 1 year

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I love how Lexa's friends assume she just really loves bunnies and not actually know about her kink 🤣🤣🤣🤣 What if they gift her a playboy bunny costume as a joke and hopes she wears it for Clarke? Clarke and Lexa are both 😳😅

It starts off fairly innocent, some cute ceramic bunnies that Lexa actually finds really cute, a pen with a bunny on it, tamed stuff, so tamed that Lexa almost doesnt notice it but Clarke does very very clearly.

The entire bunny themed birthday party drives Lexa insane because, while not as sexy as her actual bunny costume, they do dress Lexa in a frilly furry short bunny costume and insist on calling her bunny as a joke and seeet baby jesus someone take Lexa out of this film, she can't anymore, a bitch cant even have a kink anymore without it being mistakenly taken for personality trait shsjsjd Clarke thinks she looks so cute (Lexas costume is black with the white ears and tail, this one is fully white and it even includes a little neck bow) but she cannot deny its getting to her, especially when they make Lexa sit on her lap so she can "feel how soft her costume is" and they both gotta pretend they are a super normal couple who isnt 5 seconds away from giving everyone a very nice show about how bunnies breed sjdjdkzjsod

#letter opened #au: cam girls #how many times does Lexa whisper 'I hate your friends' in Clarkes ear that day? the limit does not exist actually ajsjdjs

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rosenallies · 2 years

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can i request a prompt of rosenali where nali is the one taking care of rosie when he’s struggling <3

Ty for sending this in babes<3 I thought it might b cute for seeet bimbonali to take care of Rosie for once <3

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“Rosie,” Denali sighed, waking up from his nap on the couch as Rosé walked in from work, dropping his briefcase and toeing off his shoes, “you said you’d be home early today.”

Rosé tiredly rubbed a hand over his face and sighed. “What do you want me to make for dinner?”

Denali stood in front of him, blocking his path to the kitchen. “Hey, what’s the matter?”

He groaned in frustration. “Nothing is wrong! Just tell me what you want for dinner!”

Denali took a step back, cowering slightly and biting his lip. “Why are you yelling at me? You’ve never yelled at me before.”

When he looked back up, Rosé was crying, tears rolling down his cheeks as he reached for his boyfriend, tucking him into his chest. “I’m so sorry, baby. So, so sorry.”

Turning around in his arms, Denali took his face in his hands, wiping away his tears with his thumbs. “Tell me what’s wrong, please. So I can help you,” Denali asked gently.

“It’s work. I’m just so tired. I didn’t mean to stay late, I really didn’t. I just wanted to come home to you but I had so much to do and I had other people’s mistakes to fix and I-“

He got choked up, voice straining on the last syllable, Denali cooing at him and pulling him toward the couch, curling up around him once they were sat.

“I-I’m sorry, this is so stupid. I’m being so-“

“Stop,” Denali interupted him, “you aren’t being stupid. You’re tired and stressed, let me take care of you for once. You always take care of me, let me do the same for you.”

Rosé sniffled, inelegantly wiping at his eyes and nodding. “Okay.”

Denali kissed his cheek and smiled. “Come on, let’s get you some comfy clothes.”

They walked hand in hand up the stairs, Denali tugging him along to the bedroom when they got upstairs. In the bedroom, Denali left him standing in the middle of the room while he ran around finding Rosé’s comfiest sweatpants, coming back to him when he had everything he needed.

He set everything on the bed, Rosé beginning to unbutton his work shirt before Denali stopped him.

“Stop. Let me.”

Rosé chuckled. “Are you sure you can with those long nails, baby?”

Denali rolled his eyes affectionately but got to work, tongue poking between his teeth as he concentrated on unbuttoning the tiny buttons. It took him longer than if Rosé had done it himself because of the long nails he wore, but that wasn’t the point, the point was to make sure Rosé was doing as little as possible. He kept the same thought with him as he helped Rosé into his t-shirt and sweatpants, standing on his toes to kiss him once he was dressed.

“Thank you, baby. I already feel better.”

“Nice try, but we’re not done here,” Denali said, taking Rosé’s hand and leading him back downstairs.

“Sit on the couch, I’m gonna order a pizza for dinner.”

“Nali, it’s okay, you don’t-“

Denali sighed, straddling Rosé’s lap and kissing him softly. “I want to. Let me, please. Just relax.”

Rosé agreed, watching from the couch as Denali got up and called for takeout before returning to the couch, sitting back and guiding Rosé to his lap. It was an odd position to be in for the both of them, the roles usually reversed, but Rosé couldn’t deny how nice it felt to have Denali carding his fingers through his hair, scratching lightly at his scalp with the tips of his nails.

“It’s okay to let yourself be taken care of, you know. You always take care of me. Always.”

Denali’s sweet words made more tears prick at the corner of his eyes, sighing blissfully into his lover’s touch. “I feel useless if I’m not taking care of someone or working. I hate feeling that way,” he mumbled against Denali’s chest.

“You aren’t useless, no matter what,” Denali promised, “you work so hard to take care of me and everyone you know. You deserve to let yourself rest sometimes.”

Rosé nodded, sniffling. “Thank you, baby. I love you.”

Denali dropped a kiss to the top of his head. “I love you too.”

#prompt request #bimbonali verse

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florabloomxx · 2 years

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A black hole’s sensitivity ||2/2

A/N:finally doing it—

Pairing:Tree and blackhole (Humanized + platonic)

Summary:While tree is trying to teach black hole to become a good ler, something unexpected happens :)..

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Continued from the cliffhanger

Tree replied; “Ok! I’ll be seeing you in a few hours” black hole just glanced as tree walked away. 20 Minutes had past and the sun was setting, black hole just walked into the hotel and found a room to sleep in he tucked himself in bed gazing away to sleep.

The next morning , black hole was awake eating some pancakes for breakfast. While tree was still in bed with a pillow (inanimate ver.) over his head as he slept, blackhole came to tree’s room and shook him and muttered “Cmon, time to wake up”

Tree groaned tiredly and forced out “F-Five more minutes..” before snoring back asleep . Blackhole sighed and thought of something not sure if it’d work, blackhole just skittered his hands awkwardly on trees sides.Apparently despite black hole’s horrible tickling skills it was enough for tree to crack a smile and start giggling! Tree whined out “B-Black h-hohle stahap..-“ blackhole stayed quiet then tree finally giving in “Okahay okahahy- I’ll gehet up” blackhole stopping immediately allowing tree to sit up on the bed.Black hole felt a little proud of himself honestly! Tree gave a little glance to blackhole after catching his breath and he said ; “That was the first thing I was gonna teach you about- I was hoping you’d be asleep so I could do that, not the other way around”. Tree chuckled as blackhole rocked in wander

Blackhole questioned , “Soo- uh what’s next?”

Tree replied back to him “Ok so teasing! Half of the time this makes your lee’s laughter boost up an octave, so what are some teases you can think of?” Black hole tthought for a few moments and finally spoke “Hm..You could get an award for the loudest laughter in the universe” tree clapped his hands together once and replied “Ok, not bad it’s a start”.

Tree also exclaimed “Ok! Here’s a example of mine” black hole waiting and tree made his “amazing” tease

“Roses are red,roses are blue your laughter is definitely not at seeet as—“ tree paused a bit to realize his failed attempt at teasing and his face went completely red.black hole muttered “Didn’t know teases can fluster the ler” tree just shouting in embarrassment “U-UHM NEXT THING“ blackhole face palmed his nonexistent face and after a few minutes tree caught up with himself and announced the next thing,

“Ok next is your tickling style you get to come up with” blackhole said “Ah- ok” tree piled up a list of example styles blackhole could go for , blackhole eyed the list up and down as blackhole did so, tree commented “Well you already know what my style is like! Mainly a mix of light and rough”.

Tree once again Interrupted “Well because I wasn’t really paying attention earlier - I guess I might be able to confirm it” blackhole now looking at tree with a response “Ok then- just tell me when to stop” blackhole just got closer to tree and did the awkward scribbling on his sides like last time,tree giggling a bit. It wasn’t very long till’ tree asked blackhole to stop, tree spoke “Well- it’s pretty light but a little tip- you gotta not be so well.. stiff” .

Blackhole made a “Mhm” sound in reply as tree talked again

“Honestly your lucky- I normally tickle people back if they get me” blackhole stayed quiet as tree pointed out “Also - your body can’t really be stiff when tickling someone, it kind of makes it harder to do it” blackhole saw where this was going and just said “Let me guess- you were gonna offer for us to go have a massage?” Tree nodded and replied “Well uhm- I’m broke as f—k so I guess I’ll try?” Blackhole and tree just found the sauna and went inside.

Blackhole commented ; “Pretty warm in here.“ tree replied back “At least it’s not hot enough to burn us-“ the sauna had lot of space, blackhole just lied down on the bed and was hoping tree wouldn’t find out something.. tree just gave one gentle stroke on black hole’s back and blackhole straight up squeaked. Tree questioned “Uh.. are you ok” while just giving a few more gentle swifts up and down black hole’s back . Blackhole tried holding back laughter but failed, he burst out into bright laughter tree now realizing blackhole was ticklish there just used more fingers to stroke across black hole’s back, blackhole questioned through his sweet laughter “T-TREHEHE WHAHAT ABOHOUT—“ tree replied back “Oh- the lessons? That can wait! I just need to make use of my discovery” a few more minutes of this went on until tree finally stopped.Blackhole was laying on the bed breathless with after giggles pouring out his mouth, tree just said as he walked out the sauna “I’ll teach you more later!” Blackhole just stayed somewhat quiet giggling.

And that’s where the journey ends! I hope you enjoyed this fic :).

#object show tickles #tpot tree #tpot black hole

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findursoulmateorfindyourself · 10 months

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Ok my last few weeks have been pretty full of events and I don’t do journaling bc I am lazy but should stop because basilcayll it’s first for myself before I present to the world but also I feel like sharing because that what is also the Geist y of it

it is definitely a back ar of being with urself and love it and not become obsessed so u need to humble and exchange to see all the other beautiful souls around u- one reason I share

what can happen Exocet I make myself vulnerable

but yes, it is okay I guess to make urself vulnerabme if this is who you are and you try to walk with love and good intention even if they might not be good for some other people - it is okay I guess to make urself vulnerable - I don’t know I have to think about it but I leave it here like that

I don’t like to make myself vulnerable but the same time I am way too much out there

i don’t understand how this is coming together yet, I guess it’s here just good bc I am still pretty incognito hardly anyone know me but the few that anyway I tell every little detail out of my life and it is a way ti express myself and be open aboht mh work and my thoughts the way it feels right. Not like on Instagram where everything is so restricted and controlled that’s why I love tumblr and the way it is constructed it is way more constructive; and community based. The way information is distributed; sharing communicating interacting it is about sharing and enjoying art not about watching the around of it the stories the followings or maybe it’s just me lol I also don’t do that on IG. But yes DM reels everything Instagram is just so packed. And commericalized and monetized. It destroys everything. There should be a platfrom

or way to distinguish between enjoyment and money because I understand the circularity of Instagram as platform to get jobs earn money and advert ur work but it’s somehow fucked yo that is why it is so interesting to keep in touch with alternatives like Carlo told me bitte ga is or was doing it I really need to think and find out how we can propose alternatives. nit wveryone thinks like that about IG tho

I love my father, I love mz father si so so so so much

he is so beautiful and smart and I never ever thought I would reach another keven of love for him

it is crazy I ama k grateful for his spirit and also the way my mama gets him and emphasize it eventho he is so cruel to her for reasons I can understand

my father wanted to be accepted in this country but he wasn’t even accepted by his own father in law. I think it is cruel to come to this conclusion with the woman you created life with and that is full of love

but then u push her away because she won’t understand she doesn’t understand what family means as her family is so loveless which is not true she us different. She is sensitive and seeet and thoughtful but of course how should u feel when you constantly get reminded how bad Germans are white people in a family that is so strong and talks 3 times per week my father would call my aunt 3 times per week and they talk on the phone for hours in Farsi until they start fighting hahaha I am sways loved to sit and listen to ni word I understand which my father always said was my fault, urs my fault my sister and I speak no Farsi because I was a stubborn kid not wanting to learn his language is language of affection and love he grew op he talked to his own mother my grandmother the heart of love. I was a kid of my mother, the German mother who got accepted as my grandfather would show up to my but not my older sisters birth. FRITZ I hooked up with this guy I’m sad to say guy because I really liked him but he was not ready and I am so done not been acknowledged for who I am. I rather be on myself and finally acknowledge myself. anyways he was like it’s not time for a FRITZ yet we never talked about my grandfather obv it was the second time we met….

anywho Fritz my grandpa a director of a lycee in maths u think I hated maths he was so proud. He was old school. Traditional we would say

of course in awe for culture like go to cultural pkaces and be like how amazing are they super open minded of course he was no old German kind of man….but still

why didn’t he show up to my parents wedding?! why did he hold a speech talking about his only grandchild which was the daughter of my mamas brother who was born AFTER my sister

by god my sister is the first born of this family

that is holy she is holy, and yet they wouldn’t show up

they wouldn’t talk and to be honest maybe this would have been for it’s best

my mama learning how to cook Persian food and being the best in the whole family because she is sensitive she understands what her babies needed even if she was reluctant and not able to express her love in that way because she never keanred fomr her parents

but that’s not her fault no, and that’s what mz father should fucking know.

anyways I always “was against my father” my father said, I was born it was pretty hectic

my mother had a Abgang before me so I can imagine it was pretty traumatizing to lose a life inside of you so everyone was pretty excited for me to be born. But then the doctor said I was disabled they tried to press me out I didn’t want to and then when I came everyone was so happy that I was who I was my mother loved me so much from the first second and my father was so fulfilled with the love his children his family being complete his mother still alive his siblings having babies his loved loved family togehter safe and bonded so why not make the family even more bonded and contact the grand parents. Too good to be true but with my grandparents it was the moment of change. Idk tbh but I know my madar passed, my aunts asshole husband abandoned her with her 3 beautiful boys, mhh yes things were getting tough, my family was moving closer together and apart at the same time. Because my father really became a representative and father for my aunts children, my aunt didn’t know wha to do with her pain and started to be even fringed against Germans as her husband was German like all subtle but they build their little security net, they had each other at least. And then there was my mother, the only German, the kids didn’t count as we were still part Iranian. And we got everything; but I was acting out all the time

everyone always tried to shut me up. I was so conflicted between my mother who was so left out and started to develop and antipathies next to my aunt who was doing nothing but ranting about cold German people

my mother is cold but not inside she has ur renal realism inside of her which is not her fault

i think my grandfather was racist

not my grandmother

but I think he had it internally, I think it can be herited and u think I heruited too but of course we all have the deconstruct this. My grandfather tried, but he failed a little bit my mom is trying and she is open but sometimes it is coming out but for her it’s super different than to my grandfather as she is rather just feeling so left out. And hated and I feel like it’s self hatred that made her feel like this and as I am a soughter of my mother I feel that hatred and I overtake it

there is no bigger goal for me than make me conoekrt free from stigma and weird energies and thoughts toward any person of this world ni matter what age, gender, history future background uprising….they will have.

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censoredsecret · 1 year

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Can I get a read more in here pls why is this so hard on mobile

Tw for Daddy issues related to mental illness, addiction, divorce and death

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Yeah you know what I can’t believe my fucking dad who was there for my birth didn’t consider me worth getting a grip on his mental health issues when he had care in all places for him, which also led him to not stay clean or sober

My mom had to leave his ass to get away from that shit and keep me and my sib not to see how bad he was plus he was taking out money of her bank account and stealing money and cards shed hidden in the house and had cameras watching him to see him do it….

Yet he tried to be in our lives still bc of how much I loved him and he came down and tried to get better but then he was asking me for gas money and I didn’t want my mom and stepdad to know so I would give him some from my allowance/studies I did for childhood anxiety that’d pay me for literally crying my eyes out every night thinking of him and going through the worst separation anxiety in my life

He stopped being okay. He disappeared. He didn’t have any good advocates or he didn’t listen to them and lost their help. I wish he’d get better. But he’s already so far gone. But he sounds so seeet and loving and he was asking money from me and my sib again when we got back in touch years later and I was going to invite him to ny wedding but I felt like he must be doing something to abuse his money which his funds handler was managing for him for his own sake and he’d spend it on anything but shelter…. Why wouldn’t he stay somewhere. Why. Why, why when he has the money from social security to pay for everythigg is he asking me to help him pay for a hotel bc he doesn’t have an apartment anymore bc bc bc bc it’s the guys fault every time or they haven’t done anything to help them and didn’t listen to him but yet he can sit there and talk all day about himself on the phone and I know he knows how to make himself heard so I can’t tell anymore what’s the truth or lies from him does he even love me enough to stay in touch because once I didn’t invite him to the weddigg n and didn’t want to keep giving him money and set my boundaries but said I’d like to be friends and work this relationship out and come see you sometime and he’s ghosting me now. Maybe he can’t afford a phone on whatever budget plan he seems to be doing….

There’s the honest possibility that a lot of this is bc he didn’t get the right help at the right times or he doesn’t have the right resources or the right resources are ableist and classist so it’s not helping more than hurting and wow I just don’t know anymore how to be healthy and have s relationship with this man who I think of so much now and wonder if he’s sitting there depressed because he can’t be my dad and so he’s driven further into self destructive behavior and addiction

I’m going to have to ask him one day. Before he dies, and I lose the chance. I’m already grieving my step dad dying from cancer in front of me as I stayed away for uni and had to watch his suffering st the very end…. It was so much and this man isn’t even trying to console me for it not once and my mom was the one I called and she was always there for everything even after my stepdad and her divorced and after she got sober after many relapses and I just….. she is so strong. She is working so hard. She’s struggled with addiction since she was a teen. Why didn’t he get a grip. He had a wife and kids and a great job and ptsd and bipolar and it wasn’t in him to get a grip enough to stay in our lives…

Why can’t I even remember why he stopped being in our lives. He used to pick me up for softball. He was there for middle school then for my sickness during sophomore year and then idk… idk what happened after that. Is that my brains way of helping me, or just me honestly not caring enough. I’d detached so much of my love of him from me that it hurts so much to dip into ever again. Meanwhile I would trade time with him for time with my stepdad—my real dad.

#seca venting #seca speaks #addiction tw #divorce tw #death tw #just so sad that I have these #daddy issues tw #not ashamed #just crying

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purity-in-heart · 2 years

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Shantae Gurochan Story (Not Mine)

WARNING: 18+ & slight gore

Somebody on the ProBoards cardiophile site, cardioauthors, once took this from gurochan and saved it before posting it somewhere on cardioauthors, then I salvaged it from cardioauthors. I don't know who the author is but it isn't me, so all credit goes to them. If anybody knows the original author's name, please tell me and I'll put it in the title. Thank you.

"Reeaaadyyy… seeet.. Hey Shantae, that butt wiggle thing you do feels nice, hehe." "That's nice, Rotty." It was a typical day in Scuttle Town, everyone's living happily at the moment. Although in the library, the town's guardian genie Shantae is looking through books. "Hmm.. a-ha! A history on genies… this looks promising." The young half-genie left with the book, following behind her the young zombie and her best friend, Rottytops.

"Now we're going to the caravan, right?" "Of course." Shantae answered with a smile as she was walking out of town, heading towards the darker side of sequin land. "Heck, I'm even in the mood for a friendly little footrace once I'm done studying, sounds good?" "Yay, we haven't had one in forever! My heart is pounding at the idea.. kidding!" Rottytops giggled as they had gotten to the zombie caravan, Rotty's home.

"Alright, now I'm gonna study. Be sure to behave, Rottytops." "Okay, Shantae." Shantae sat herself down next to the caravan, propping open and reading the book. Rottytops looked around, quickly getting bored and sitting next to Shantae, waiting for her to finish reading.

Rotty's eyes and mind wandered, at first just complaining in her head that she was bored, next to the book, trying to read.. before she lost interest and looked to Shantae's head, then to her chest, thinking about that heart comment she made earlier. "Hmm.." She suddenly laid her head on the half-genie's chest.

Surprised, Shantae looked down with a slight blush. "R-Rottytops? What are you doing?" "Huh? O-Oh… I wanted to see what you're reading, this felt like the best way." Rotty giggled, though she was more focused on the b-dum b-dum of her friend's heart, starting to grow rather curious…

"Hey Shantae, let's do that race! You've been reading that thing forever." "Oh, fine, this book barely has much history that I haven't read before anyway.." Shantae and Rottytops stood up, stretching and preparing themselves for their race. It wasn't long until they were at the starting point. "Ready," Shantae started off, "Two… THREE!" Once she yelled, they were both on the run down the track.

They were neck and neck for the beginning of the race. Rotty was focused ahead of her for a moment, but she glanced to Shantae and her chest, her curiosity growing. Soon enough, she caught onto a stray tree root and tripped with a yelp. Not what she intended, but she hatched a plan when she saw Shantae turn around and stop, then walk back to her.

"Are you okay?" Shantae helped her up, already panting softly from the run. "You really ought to be careful, Rotty.." "Y-Yeah, I'm okay.. Thanks for the help, Shantae." Rottytops quickly leaned herself down, head on Shantae's chest, making a big smile as she heard the girl's pounding heart. "I was right…" "U-Um.. Rottytops, are you okay?" Shantae looked down to the zombie girl, who stood up in embarrassment.. before she sighed and gave in, explaining her interest in Shantae's heart.

They came back to the caravan, both of them flustered from the talk that they had. Shantae sat down on a stump and sighed. "Rotty.. You're a bit weird.." "I know…w-what?" Rotty questioned as she noticed a smile and a slight giggle. She herself even felt it strange that she felt embarrassed. "Why are you giggling?"

"Because…" Shantae looked to her, giggling as she pulled her own top down a little, exposing more of her breasts. "It's pretty cute, I think something finally got you flustered. That, and with us being around each other for a while, I think you started to grow fond of me.." "Fond of you? O-Of course, we're friends." "No, no. I mean.. more than friends, you know? Like.. maybe lovers?" Shantae was blushing deeply, but smiling as she said that.

"L-Lovers?!" Rottytops looked to her in surprise. "I guess that might be why I feel so weird. I don't want your brain as much as I used to.. I want more of you." "Hehe, silly zombie.. here, you wanted to hear my heart. Come here and take a listen." To Rotty's surprise, Shantae had actually removed her top, exposing her breasts. "But if you want, you can also play with these. They might make things more fun."

Rotty had obliged and listened to the half-genie's excited heart, a mix of racing from excitement and still recovering a bit from the race. She let out a soft moan when she felt the surprisingly soft green hands at her breasts, Rotty entertained by the fact that it caused her heart to beat faster. "You're making cute noises, Shantae." "Heheh, it's because it feels good.." She started to slip the bottom of her outfit off, showing the rest of her dark-toned body, her slit dripping wet. "Y-You're wet, too!" "That's also from feeling good.."

"H-Here.." Rottytops soon stood up, stripping herself from her own clothing. For a zombie, she had a well maintained body. The only problems were some of the seams that were obvious in the first place. She sat herself in Shantae's lap. "I know it'd be rude if I didn't show you my own body. If only I could show you my heart, too.." She placed Shantae's hand on her chest, to show that she had no heartbeat. "I think I can feel.. a-ahh..~" Rotty moaned softly as Shantae wandered her hand to her breasts, smiling.

"It's okay, Rotty, I know what you mean.." "W-Wait! I have supplies to close me back up in the caravan, so.." Rottytops laid her own hand on her chest, then managed to break through it, tugging her stopped heart out. It looked… surprisingly healthy. Completely intact, just a purple color due to a lack of blood flow. "Wanna hold it, Shantae?"

Shantae was taken aback from the approach, but she quickly kept her composure, expecting this sort of thing from Rotty. She chuckled a bit and nodded nervously, gently holding the heart. "You keep really good care of your body, Rottytops. I'm glad." "Umm.. this might be weird.. not that, well, that isn't weird, but.. maybe you could.. pump it?" "W-What?" "In your hands, pump my heart.. maybe I could feel it beat again?"

"Ah.. I'll try, Rotty.." She blushed and gently squeezed the organ, releasing, squeezing.. She started pumping it in her hands, at a gentle rhythm. She eeped a little when she heard Rotty start to moan. "I-I guess you can feel it..?" "Y-Yeah, it feels so good, it's beating again..~" "A-Are.. y-you're wet..!" "H-Hehe, looks like it.."

After a moment, they agreed to put Rottytop's heart back. They then held each other, making out with their tongues intertwined as they started grinding their pussies against each other, working each other to a quick orgasm, with Rotty constantly feeling for Shantae's excited heart.

After some rest and chat, they patched Rottytops' chest up, her being rather proud of her new stitchings. They looked to each other, deciding they should probably keep the relationship a secret for a little while.

#gurochan #cardiophilia #cardiophile #heart #heartbeat #shantae #rottytops

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foenixs · 3 years

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can you write me a wonho fic where he’s really shy and hesitant but you seduce him with your words and your seeet touches and take really good care of him 🥺🥺♥️ thank you sweetie

The Art of Seduction

note: idk why my fics for your requests always end up so poetic xD

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word count: 1k

includes- sub!Wonho x dom!f!reader, handjob

summary: Seducing the cute boy at the gym, who you fell for harder than you should've.

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Your relationship was nothing more than stolen glances and dazed touches, your hand grazing his arm as you walk past him in the gym. It was impossible to not notice your stares through the mirror as you watched his body contort in concentration.

He didn’t dare look back, too scared his mind would linger on, falling deeper into the hold you had on him. It was always you, the only person on his mind when he touched himself on lonely nights and that made it so much harder to see you the next day.

It took you one minute to slip your number into his coat and two more for it to be saved in his phone.

Sitting there in his room he thought about all the things he could tell you, how much he wanted you, how much he needed you, but these thoughts never left his mind.

“Can I come over?”, the bold words made his blood run faster, spellbound fingers typing the three-letter response.

And here you were, mustering him as he sat on his couch and you sat on a chair across from him, sipping the tea he had made you.

His palms were sweaty as they ran up and down his thighs, eyes darting around the room to look at anything that wasn’t you. Every minute of silence that passed by made him sink deeper into the leather, legs shaking as the anticipation made it impossible to stay calm.

You rest the cup on the little table, making your way over to the timid figure, he looked so weak now in this private setting. Lifting up his chin with your pointer finger he finally dares to look you in the eyes, heart skipping a beat.

“Tell me, have you ever been seduced by a woman?”

He was trembling, gulping down the product of your intimidating presence. You stroke his cheek, leaning in till your lips linger in front of his.

“May I be the first?”

He nods, pupils blown as you close the gap between your mouths, engulfing him in a long kiss that would linger on in the air. He leans forward, needing more of your skin on his.

“You don’t need to be scared; I’m going to take good care of you.”

You gently press him back into the couch, taking a seat on his lap as your lips trail down his neck, hand lingering in his hair to pull his head back for more leverage. A shy moan rolls off his lips as you bite down on his soft skin, his first sound of the evening.

As your mouth is focused on marking him as yours, you let your hand travel down his torso, unbuttoning his shirt in the process. You let the shirt glide over his shoulder and down his back, leaning back to admire what he worked for so many days of the week.

“You’re so gorgeous!”

He bites his lip, looking down to where your finger was teasing the skin along his pants. His nipples were as pink as his cheeks and as hard as the bulge that grew inside his pants as your tongue circled around the little nub.

His back arched off the couch, pressing against your wet digit as his sensitivity made him both cute and whimpering. Your gentle hand calms him down, resting on his chest.

“Are you okay? Do you want me to go on?”

“Yes, please.”

His neediness made him more confident in his desires, wanting nothing more than for your hand to sink below his belt.

You slowly open his pants, pulling them down as best as you could in your seated position. His cock matched the rest of his body in size, falling against his stomach when you pull him out from under his restraints.

Your thumb brushes up a prominent vein, making him shiver, a trembling moan leaving his lips. His thighs shake violently against your legs as you let your thumb dance around his tip, lightly rubbing against his slit. When you finally wrap your hand around his cock his arms fall flat against the couch, toes curling inwards as your teasing touches make him feel like he is losing his mind.

The pleasure tickles up his spine as your palm kneads his tip carefully, catching and spreading any precum along his length so it wouldn’t taint his blushing torso.

The reality of you being here, taking care of him like he had dreamed of for so long slowly dawned on him and it made his orgasm roll in so much quicker.

But he didn’t want to cum, he couldn’t, too scared you’d leave him when he did.

He fights back tears, glassy eyes hiding behind his hair as every touch of you, every squeeze made him sadder.

The second you notice the wet trail on his cheek you halt all of your movements.

“What’s wrong baby? Did I hurt you? Why are you crying?”

He plays with his fingers, gulping down a whine.

“Are you- are you going to leave me again?”

He sounded so broken, so scared and you could only imagine the pain he must’ve gone through in the past. You lift his head, kissing away the tears before you lay another deep kiss upon his lips. As you pull away you let your thumb rest on his trembling lip.

“Never baby, don’t you see all of those beautiful marks I left on your skin? They mean that you are mine now and I am never going to let go of you again.”

The smile that broke through his cry made you blurt out a confession, the three words colouring his mind as you go back to work on his cock.

He lets his head fall against your shoulder and you can feel him smiling on as his cock is throbbing against your palm, beating as fast as his heart.

“It’s all good, you are safe with me, just let yourself fall into my arms.”

You rub him faster, squeezing out his answer as he moans into the fabric of your shirt, allowing himself to cum into your hand.

He was high on love and pleasure and it was the best feeling he had ever felt.

As you pull him in for one more kiss, you repeat the binding words.

“I love you.”

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tsuzuruteeth · 3 years

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I’ve been thinking and what if mc was a musical fan, what musicals would they make the brothers watch with them.

Lucifer:

- the phantom of the opera

- fits his aesthetic visually

- probably one of the only musicals that would fit him musically cause of the classical feel

- favourite song would probably be music of the night

- doesn’t mind the plot but prefers to just listen to the soundtrack after the first time

- sometimes refers to mc as Christine as a nickname after watching it together just to see them be flustered

Mammon:

- the Rocky Horror Picture Show

- shows him the live version for the heckling he loves that shit

- doesn’t get the plot until mc explains that no one really does then he just doesn’t care

- was apprehensive about watching a musical but doesn’t mind this type

- loves hot patootie

- the songs get stuck in his head all the time can you imagine Asmo’s reaction when he sings “I’m just a seeet transvestite” under his breath one day

Levi:

- Be More Chill

- feels like he relates to most of the charas

- fav song is two player game and he tells mc that they’re his player two while mc tried not to melt into a puddle

- cried at Michael in the bathroom cause he felt that

- wouldn’t ask to watch it again but wouldn’t say no if his player two wanted to watch it with him

Satan:

- was gonna be funny and say cats but I don’t think he’d appreciate humans dressed up as cats

- Into the Woods

- based off fairy tales and he loves seeing how the stories all connect

- thinks last midnight is a bop and loves the witch

- thinks rapunzel is stupid

- again wouldn’t ask to watch again but wouldn’t complain if they asked him to watch it with them

- totally wants to have a fairytale reading session with them after it though

Asmo

- Mean Girls

- relates to Regina and and thinks she’s a queen

- thinks world burn is so sexy

- loves the Halloween scene when they’re all wearing sexy outfits

- will ask to watch the original mean girls afterwards

- sometimes asks you to put on the musical cause he likes to sing along with the songs

Beel:

- six

- it had to be a short musical cause his hunger ain’t gonna let him be there for that long

- loves when they reclaimed their stories at the end

- really loves heart of stone and I don’t need your love

- says that heart of stone is how he feels about mc and suddenly mc is crying on the floor and beel thinks he’s done something wrong but no no you’re just too sweet

- doesn’t ask to watch it but if he sees you watching it he will sit next to you with popcorn no questions asked

Belphie:

- Sweeny Todd: The Demon Barber of Fleet Street

- he loves for this type of dark shit

- disappointed when no ones throats actually get slit like belphie plz remember this is pretend

- likes the intro cause it’s dramatic and tells him everything he needs to know so if he accidentally all asleep half way through he knows what’s gonna happen

- won’t watch it again because he’ll just fall asleep

Bonus

Diavolo:

- Les Miserable

- finds it intresting because it shows how humans deal with their issues

- cried at empty chairs at empty tables (diavolo ur literally the king of hell you’ve seen worse??? He knows it’s just... humans are so fragile)

- likes hear the people song because people joining together in unity!!!

- he’s gonna be depressed for days after finishing it why did you have to show him one of the most tragic musicals out there

- refuses to watch it again because he has dignity!!!

Barbatos:

- Heathers

- likes the overall message and dark humour

- if you show him the movie he’s gonna prefer that cause it’s more his humour style but still likes the musical

- likes our love is god because it’s the turning point and because he’s thinks it’s funny cause you know, devildom

- won’t watch it with you again because this man is busy but if he’s free... he won’t say no

Simeon

- Joseph and the Amazing Technicoloured Dreamcoat

- Made for kids so it’s family friendly! Plus it’s a bible story!!! He loves it!!!

- close every door to me is his song because it’s a song of faith in your darkest times praise the lord amen

- thanks mc for showing him this, will watch again in his own time and will also show luke

Luke:

- the lion King

- he is a child he’d love it

Solomon:

- Legally Blonde

- already watched it before so is glad to join you to watch it again

- plays gay or European whenever lucifer and diavolo are together

- fav song is positive just for the lyrics “keep it positive as you pull her hair and call her whore” and will quote it if given the chance

- probably watched it again with you and asmo

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septicace-writes · 3 years

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Hi, how are you? How’s uni? Could I make another request please? It’s totally okay if you don’t want to write it or are too busy 😊. A request where Henry and reader are supposed to have dinner at her place and she made it very special because she wanted him to spend the night with her in her bed. She wanted to cook him something for a change and even made a special plate for Kal. He arrives but grows worried when she doesn’t open the door when he’s at her door, so he lets himself in and he finds her on the floor unconscious. Turns out fate doesn’t seem to be in her site that night because she got her period and that why she passed out. Henry being the seeet man he is takes care of her and helps her bath, change, and gets her all that she needs, and she gets happily overwhelmed because no one ever took care of her whenever she had her period and she’s also sad that the night got ruined because if that? Gosh, I really should stop making such freaking long requests but I’ve never been able to express myself in short sentences, sorry 🥺.

Hey! Uni’s going...slow. But being miserable about that motivated me to get writing on this, so that’s a plus :D It’s not 100% on the dot with your request, as the reader just kind of accepts Henry taking care of them. I didn’t have anything more angsty in me today, but I hope you still enjoy it!

Taking care of you

Genre: fluff

Warnings: none. Maybe excessive use of petnames

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Henry is due to finally come home after being away for weeks on a shoot that you sadly couldn’t accompany him on. He’d taken Kal with him, so you took the chance to give the house a proper deep clean, without the dog hair immediately getting everywhere again. For the celebration of your lovers’ return, you had the perfect evening planned. You’d cooked Henry’s favourite cheat meal, dressed up a little and even whipped up a special treat for Kal. Your period had started earlier today, but even that couldn’t stop your excitement.

Now you’re waiting to hear the door, the food being kept warm on the stove and your heart beating with anticipation. You get up and start pacing a little, keeping your eyes on the clock to try and determine how much longer the wait would be. He should be here in about 5 minutes. You turn on some smooth background music and double check everything is ready.

Suddenly you give out a yelp of pain, your knees buckling, and you barely hold yourself standing, leaning on the dinner table. Fuck. You’d been fine all day, but now the cramps hit you with a vengeance, your insides feeling like they’re being ripped apart.

Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck you think as you try and stumble your way into the bathroom, where you have some painkillers stored. You really could’ve seen this coming but looking forward to Henry coming home had you distracted.

…..

*knock knock*

…..

*knock knock knock*

“She must have fallen asleep or something.” Henry mumbles to himself as he’s waiting outside the door, trying to find his keys.

*click*

Kal immediately pushes himself through the half open door and tries to find you, Henry following and letting the door fall closed behind him.

“Y/N, I’m home!” his deep voice half yells into the house so as not to startle you. In response, he hears a whine from Kal, followed by a concerned bark. Dropping his luggage in the hallway, he quickly follows the noise to see you passed out in front of the bathroom door, Kal already hovering over you and licking your face in an attempt to wake you.

“Babe, can you hear me?” Henry drops to his knees, inspecting to see if there’s any blood to be seen before gently reaching for your shoulder to turn you around. You let out a whimper at the movement, your uterus stinging again.

“Hey puppy, what happened?” You’re lying flat on your back now, slowly coming back to your senses, seeing the blurry but familiar face in front over you. Concerned blue eyes trying to get a read on how bad a state you’re in.

“Should I call an ambulance?” Henry asks. You shake your head weakly.

“It’s just” a heavy breath is released form your lungs before you can finish your sentence and you wince again at the pain. “Cramps” you manage to get out with a strained voice.

Of course Henry thinks, cursing himself for forgetting that you were due this week. He gets up, leaving you in Kal’s care for a moment. The bear has nestled his snout into your hand and is licking it. A moment later, Henry returns with a glass of water and some painkillers. He puts them down next to you and helps you sit up, holding your frame against his strong body.

“Take these, love, and then we’ll get you comfortable, yeah?” He passes you the pills, which you accept gratefully and swallow them down in one go, chasing with the water.

“Can you get up?” Henry asks, still holding you against him and putting the glass back on the floor. You wince at another contraction, but nod.

“With your help.” You let out in a whisper. With support from the strong man beside you, you make it to the sofa in the kitchen, letting yourself fall on it and immediately curling into a ball. Henry strokes your back for a moment, wanting to give you time for the painkillers to kick in. Suddenly, you shoot up, almost colliding with him.

“The stove.” You say, remembering that the food was still being kept warm. Luckily, Henry understands and gets up to turn it off. You hear him put on the kettle and rummage around in one of the cupboards. You peek out from your position to see him fill up a hot water bottle and also pour a cup of tea.

“Thank you.” You murmur when he passes you the bottle, which you immediately press against your abdomen, almost instantly feeling a little relief.

“Of course, darling.” Henry says, stroking a strand of hair from your face and placing a kiss on your forehead. “Let me run you a bath, puppy, that’ll make you feel better.” You whimper as his warm hand leaves you, but Kal replaces him instantly, pressing his face to yours and providing additional comfort while Henry is gone to prepare your bath.

By the time he gets back the painkillers have started to do their job and you feel a little better, though still taxed from passing out earlier. Henry helps you up, making sure you don’t lose contact with the hot water bottle and letting you lean on him. He sits you down on the toilet, which he covered with a towel to stop it being cold. He’d lit some candles as well which give the bathroom a comfortable glow.

“You look beautiful today.” He remarks as he starts to undress you. You try to help, but only manage the bare minimum without the pain getting worse again. But Henry doesn’t seem to mind. He takes his time, relishing in every bit of skin he uncovers and paying you compliments all the way through.

“I’ve seen what you’ve cooked, and it smells delicious.”

“You’re always so brave for me, puppy.”

“I’ve missed you every day while I was gone.”

Once you’re completely naked, he picks you up and gently lowers you down into the warm-bordering-on-hot water. The perfect temperature to relax your tightened muscles. Once Henry is certain that you’re okay sitting in the tub he gets up to get your tea and a plate of food.

“I made some for Kal as well.” You mention when you see what he’s brought. You’re beginning to feel like a coherent person again.

“He’s enjoying it in the kitchen as we speak. I figured it would give us a moment without him.” He smiles at you, setting down the plat and handing you the cup. Grateful, you take a sip and relish the warm liquid. He’d made it just the way you like, just sweet enough and at the perfect temperature.

Sitting down on the edge of the tub, Henry can’t take his eyes of you, admiring your features. You give him a smile when you notice, before nodding your head towards the plate of food.

“That’s getting cold, darling.” You remark, your wits seemingly making their return. He lets out a chuckle, then turns his attention to the plate of food and starts eating. Now it’s your turn to stare and admire. He must be so tired from the journey and yet he didn’t hesitate even a moment to drop it all and take care of you. You’re glad he at least still gets to enjoy the food, albeit not in the setting you had imagined.

After Henry finished eating, you finish your tea and the bathwater starts cooling off a little, he helps you out of the tub and wraps you in a soft towel, preheated by the radiator. You feel much better now and sink into the warmth, almost feeling like you could fall asleep right then and there. You lean into Henry’s embrace, feeling his lips in your hair.

“Bed or sofa?” you decide on the sofa for now, as it isn’t that late yet so you both cuddle up on the big sofa in the living room, with dimmed lights and the music you put on earlier still playing. Henry had refilled the hot water bottle for you and made some more tea. Kal joins as well once he finished eating, laying down at your feet.

“This isn’t how imagined the night to go.” You say once you’re settled in under some covers. “It was meant to be me taking care of you for a change.” You turn your head to look up at his face but see no trace of regret.

“The food was delicious.” He replies, seeing that you’re expecting an answer. “And you can make it up to me another time when you’re feeling better. But taking care of you is my job and I won’t let anyone stop me from doing it. Not even you.” You smile, too exhausted to argue.

“I love you.” You whisper, cuddling deeper into his arms.

Henry hums in response, you can tell he’s almost asleep. The adrenaline from the shock of seeing you on the floor leaving his body and the tiredness of weeks of shooting and a full day of travel catching up with him. He pulls you tight, content to hold you in his arms, safe and sound and with that, you let your own eyes close as well.

#henry cavill x reader #henry cavill #henry cavill fluff #comfort #sfw #afab reader #2nd person #fluff #gn reader #reader-insert #comfort fic #henry cavill fic

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sleephyjhs · 4 years

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You Sing Lullabies to your Baby (REACTION)

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notes: this genuinely has taken me so long and i am so so sorry. when it comes to parent aus i really like to take my time since they’re my favourite, i hope it’s okay!!

m.list | requested

KSJ

Your prolonged absence from the downstairs loveseat caught Seokjin’s attention. The baby monitor had alerted you of your newborn’s disturbed sleeping, but the lack of commotion from upstairs interested him. After pausing the animation film he was determined to finish with you, he traipsed carefully for the stairs so not to further disturb your son.

His fingertips scarcely skimmed the corridor walls as he tiptoed towards the nursery. Through your newfound maternal panic, the panelled door had been left slightly ajar in the rush to attend to your baby; the small opening allowed just the right amount of view to see what had distracted you for so long.

The nursery itself was dark, illuminated only by pastel nightlights that so often fascinated his son’s brown doe eyes. Sleeping in the dark throughout the night was a trait you collectively were glad he’d inherited; tonight was perhaps the first glitch in his habits since birth. Facing away from the opened door was your nursing chair, where you’d positioned your now sleeping son across a flimsy pillow over your lap. His audible muttering was slowly washed away by the sound of your voice, humming a slow lullaby to soothe him.

“And if that mockingbird don’t sing, mama’s gonna buy you a diamond ring~” Seokjin’s eyelids fluttered softly in time with the rhythm of your lullaby. You’d previously claimed to sing your baby to sleep when he wasn’t around, and now he had finally caught you.

Instead of feeling the need to interfere, Seokjin stood away from the light and listened to your lullaby repeat again and again until it was time to transfer your son back to his cot. To avoid being caught by you, he hurriedly hopped back down the stairs and resumed his seat in the couch. His private concert would remain his little secret.

MYG

Finishing rehearsals any earlier than midnight had recently become a foreign memory for Yoongi; coming home to a sleeping wife and baby was too painfully familiar. Finally, the rare occasion of an early clock-out had come around. Your newborn’s night routine was one Yoongi frequently missed, so the new opportunity was nothing short of refreshing.

Despite receiving a text saying to expect your husband home earlier than usual, the closing click of the front door was inaudible from your daughter’s nursery. Yoongi dumped his bag on the chair in his home studio and silently proceeded up the stairs.

His light stepping was a habit that had once caused you many frights, but at least your endless efforts to soothe your wailing daughter wouldn’t be reversed. The dim corridor light hardly caused Yoongi’s shadow to cast on the pale carpet of the nursery as he leaned against the doorframe, allured by the soft melody of your humming.

“Round and round the garden like a teddy bear~” Within seconds of listening to your repeating rhyme, Yoongi smiled brightly to himself. Within a matter of minutes, your exhaustion was more than apparent to him.

Yoongi pushed the door slowly to reveal himself to you as you gently placed your daughter back into her crib. Sighing as she finally appeared sound asleep, he held his arms open to you. A hug was nothing short of what you needed.

JHS

Knowing how well you enjoyed laying in on weekends, waking up to a groggy husband, your absence was nothing short of concerning. The warm imprint of your body still staining the bedsheets - you hadn’t been gone for long. Hoseok raised himself slowly, rubbing his eyes in disapproval of the morning sun. His first challenge of the day? Locating you.

Although he shuffled down the corridor still stiffened by the earliness of your escape, you were oblivious to his looming presence. Less than 10 minutes ago, your daughter decided to raise the heavens with her irritant screams. She was only just adjusting to a room of her own; being out of reaching distance from you was proving to be distressing for her, and of course, you.

“You are my sunshine, my only sunshine. You make me happy when skies are grey~” The soft, motherly hymns attracted Hobi towards the door of the freshly decorated nursery, where you stood rocking the tiny infant in your arms back to sleep. He leaned against the doorframe quietly, still struggling to open his eyes fully. Subconsciously, his head swayed from side to side in chime with the repeating melody, immersing him fully in your morning serenade.

Realising how tired he was, Hoseok figured singing lullabies so early in the morning could’ve been enough to send you drowsy all over again. Before his eyes could close completely on his two main girls, he traipsed slowly down the stairs in order to prepare you a well-earned homemade breakfast.

KNJ

As much as you both we’re almost always left exhausted from your busy schedules, if the only time you had together was past midnight then Namjoon would do what he could to make it work for you. Watching a movie at 2am was a risky move - balancing the volume to not disturb your dozing twin boys was hard work.

Just when you thought you’d worked it out, the chorus of agitated cries roared through the baby monitor, “No you stay here, eat.” You convinced Namjoon before he could even place his bowl of food on the coffee table.

Long after finishing his overdue dinner and still no sign of you, Namjoon paused the now-concluding film and crept through the silence towards the nursery where his baby boys had generated a now dwindling raucous. He couldn’t help but feel guilty about agreeing to stay put; one noisy baby was enough for anybody to handle, let alone a carbon copy.

Before he could barge through the door to aid the process, Namjoon paused in the corridor at the breaking of the silence. A small, cloud nightlight illuminated the cosy nursery that homed his boys and projected it’s yellow glow onto you. With a sleepy baby in each arm, you rocked back and forth in the pillowed nursing chair, “I’m sometimes up and sometimes down, coming for to carry me home.”

Maybe you had it all under wraps after all..

PJM

You’d anticipated Jimin’s return from tour for nearly a month, and were over the moon to finally be able to snuggle with your love once again. The daily facetimes were nowhere near as good as the real thing.

Although, the advantage was your new capability to lie. With your forced smile and optional mute button, you were hoping that Jimin never took a moment to suspect things weren’t as perfect as you so convinced him. Admitting your struggles would only guilt trip him into coming home briefly when he could, which was more stress he could’ve done without.

Your daughter could sense her father’s absence, and proved to you that she missed him more than you did. Never before had you had so many sleepless nights. Your mind was packed to the brim with lullabies from all over the world; it was all that worked in getting her to sleep anymore. Instead of preparing for Jimin’s return, her restless sleep pattern drew you back to her room, singing the same lullaby she’d heard nearly a hundred times before.

As you chanted the sleepy serenade to your disturbed, Jimin snuck through the front door unheard. His arrival was far earlier than you’d expected, but your seeet vocal tones whistling down the staircase was a great enough gift for him.

“Wherever you go, no matter where you are, I will never be far away.” Jimin followed the humming trail up the stairs to greet his two girls one again. The sight of you slowly rocking a now dozing daughter was enough to curl his tired eyes into smiling crescents. Certainly, arriving home early was worth the lost hours of rest.

KTH

Following the few, short hours after her birth, you’d finally stumbled across your first obstacle of thousands to come; a sleepless night. Fair enough, being born is a decently traumatic, turbulent experience, and so your daughter was hardly to blame for her discomfort in a foreign place.

The drugs and pain reliefs that were being pumped into you mare you similarly unable to sleep. Taehyung, however, had been long gone since the sunset; supporting you through childbirth was more exhausting than he’d expected. You couldn’t blame him though, he was nothing short of amazing.

Getting in some practice alone was rather ideal for you. A watching crowd would’ve been daunting for any new mother. Lifting your precious newborn from the plastic bassinet, you flicked through the few memorised songs that were within reach of your limited memory.

Just as you conducted your first lullaby of the night, Taehyung suddenly awoke to the distress of his baby. The chair he’d fallen asleep in was far from comfortable, but any surface would’ve done the job. Instead of sitting upright to attend, he waited for a while, fully aware of how long you’d anticipated singing to your precious daughter.

“Sheep safely home have come, bumble bees no longer hum.” Smiling to himself as your gentle voice soothed both your daughter and him down into a snooze, Taehyung took the secret encounter as a chance to further adore you. Interrupting your first bonding moment with your newborn wasn’t on his list of options; Taehyung was more than content to listen to you embrace motherhood as he was certain you would.

JJK

Despite believing your son was well and truly asleep, the inevitable sobbing rattled through the baby monitor eventually. Having time alone with Jungkook was a rarity, but the disruption via your son was hardly repulsed. In fact, you often had to fight for the right to be the one to calm him down.

With it being so late, and him having hardly slept during the day, you knew well that your son was only overtired. Although Jungkook was by far better skilled in the vocal department, sometimes a mother’s lullaby can be all a baby needed. You allowed Jungkook to continue the anime episode without you - it shouldn’t take you so long this time.

Even a few minutes was enough to miss your presence. To grab one last glance of his tiny son for the night, Jungkook soon followed your footsteps to the pale grey nursery you rocked your baby so gently in, “Golden slumber kiss your eyes, smiles await you when you rise.”

Despite your vocal capability having no leverage on that of your husband’s, Jungkook still enjoyed listening to you. Something about your sweet voice that was hypnotising; drowsy in itself. Instead of storming the brief bonding session, Jungkook awaited you in the hall, grinning widely to himself in the corridor. You were beyond precious.

^ i really dont know why i use the namjoon and his twins starter so much but here we are

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tendous-fingertape · 3 years

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Things you do that they love

Warnings: fluff, slight insecurity on the boys side, usage of girlfriend and her pronouns on Atsumus(the rest are gn), mention on having kids for Ukai, and probably some spelling mistakes

My request are open! Please do request! My rules are in my pinned post

Karasuno

Ennoshita when you deal with Tanka and Nishinoya. It seems stupid, but when you humor them to get them off his watch he’s quit happy

Tsukishima when you clean his glasses. He calls you annoying when you do it, but he likes how it shows you care. It makes his stomach do flips, you just do it so carefully!

Daichi when you massage his shoulders! Being a captian of a catoic volley ball team, it really helps when he meets you after practice and you give him a massage. He may or may not fall asleep during it

Asahi when you tie us hair up. He thinks it’s cute when you struggle to reach him. But, he also loves the feeling of you hands in his hair

Suga when you tell him he’s a great setters! He is insecure because he’s on a team with kageyama, but he knows he doesn’t compare. He thinks it’s so seeet when you do this because it actually makes him feel better?! What’s better than the person want to impress most think you’re the best setter on the court at all times? Nothing!

Nishinoya when you call him your boyfriend! He can’t believe you picked him, so when you do it makes him smile so wide! He truly loves it when you say it because he realizes you DO love him

Tanaka when you call him the best! He thinks he is, but he loves when you do! It proved to him that he is not the only one to think that, so it makes his heart flutter when you do

Nekoma

Kuroo when you listen to him talk about chemistry. He knows chemistry is nerdy and you don’t care, but the way you remember things and add to the conversation just makes him GUSH!! (100% brags to Yaku)

Yaku when you look up at him! He is insecure about his height, so even if you’re taller than him, he LIVES for when you look up at him whether it’s while standing or laying down.

Kenma When you watch him play video games! He just has his two favorite things with him he cannot complain. It makes him feel like he isn’t ignoring you, and you want to be with him!

Inarizaki

Atsumu when you call him the better twin. He’s all about competition , so when his girlfriend calls him the better twin while his face is in her hands he just FLIPPS out. (He may or may not think you’re only dating him because his brother didn’t want to date you) so this reassures him

Osamu when you sit on the counter and watch him cook. It shows him you are interested, so when you watch him cook it’s his two favorite things right infront of him

Kita when you call him captin. He thinks he doesn’t deserve to be the captain, so when you call him captian it makes him feel like he should be!

Suna When you take naps with him. It makes him think you like to spend time with him! He wouldn’t trade it for the world tbh

Miscellaneous

Sakusa when you kiss him through his mask. He HATES germs, and it proves you’re mindful of that when you’re outside or running errands! It makes his hands clammy and he doesn’t like it, but he wouldn’t trade it for the world.

Dashiou when you rub his scalp. He loves it. Loves it. It soothes him, it makes him purr, it makes him feel loved yk? Ahhh

Ukai when you watch the kids. It stresses the man out (come on, we don’t need this man dying! Have you seen how much he smokes?) so when you listen to the kids, talk to them, and just encourage them(not only does he think about having kids with you) but he loves how it boast the teams moral and makes you SO HAPPY. Who would not love the team?

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rose-kingdom · 3 years

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| first kiss with their s/o |

- oikawa, daichi, kuroo, bokuto, ushijima

gender neutral reader

genre: fluff

warnings: none

— — —

| oikawa. |

- he leaned down and really quickly pecked your lips.

- although he held a cool composure he was freaking out.

- when you showed a positive reaction he got really relieved.

- he really loves you and this is his way of showing it.

after a landslide win by seijoh all oikawa wanted to do was cuddle with you. he chuckled at your excited form bouncing slightly for his victory. he couldn’t help but think of how cute you looked.

he ran a hand through his sweat soaked hair and beamed down at you. as you walked with him from the courts you kept talking about how cool he was. he listened with a slight smile while you praised his playing.

his eyes wandered to your lips and the most prominent thought in his head at that moment was ‘kiss her.’ he stopped walking which piqued your interest, causing you to stop too. you cocked an eyebrow and looked at him, he was zoned out staring at your face.

out of the blue he leaned down and quickly planted a light kiss onto your lips. you stood unmoving and shocked causing him to internally cringe at your lack of a reaction. your lips slowly curved up into a smile as your face started to heat up. a relieved sigh escaped his lips before he began walking again.

“hey, you can’t do that and then just leave,” you called out. he stopped and looked back at you, letting you get a good look at his red face.

“if we don’t keep walking i know that i wouldn’t be able to control myself from kissing you a million more times. i just can’t help it, you’re so cute y/n-chan,” he confessed before turning away and continuing his walk to the coach.

— — —

| daichi. |

- he initiated the kiss.

- he decided he’d be bold with it so he pulled you into his lap

- you were really confused and were about to ask him about it before he cut you off.

- he knew what he was doing like he had kissed you a million times before.

- it was a long, passionate kiss that made you feel like the only girl in the world.

the hours after a game were always slow. the level of exhaustion that daichi would work himself into every game was worrying. and this time although he was tired he felt the relief of a well earned victory.

daichi sat on the couch, resting after his game. you were occupied washing up the dishes from dinner. he had offered many times to help you but you wouldn’t be persuaded so easily.

his gaze was fixed on the tv screen, where they were talking about his game. you walked in and sat down next to him. when he turned to face you he saw how happy you were for him. instead of being focused on the tv, his eyes were now locked on your lips.

an urge to kiss you had suddenly overtaken his whole body. he leaned forward and grabbed you, pulling you into his lap. before you had time to get settled he brought his lips to yours.

the sensation of it all was overwhelming. it felt as though this wasn’t your first kiss, like you had shared this moment before. and the world faded away, leaving only the two of you stuck in time.

he pulled away first, an awkward, breathless smile resting on his face. sitting up, he grabbed the remote and flicked the channel to a movie. you nuzzled your face into his chest as he wrapped his arms you.

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| kuroo. |

- before the kiss you’re pretty sure you heard kenma say ‘do it, no balls.’

- he kissed you in front of his whole team.

- he went into it with an all or nothing mentality.

- you basically malfunctioned for a while afterwards, you were just a flustered, stuttering mess.

- he was really proud of himself for that.

you leaned against the wall of your school’s gym. the fading sound of sneakers on the floor signalled the end of practice. you clicked your phone on to check the time before clicking it off.

kuroo had asked you if you wanted to come over to his house after volleyball practice. of course you accepted straight away. the offer excited you as these days your boyfriend was always preoccupied with volleyball.

as the team neared the door you heard loud mumbling. the two participants in the conversation were kuroo and kenma. through the mumbling you couldn’t hear much, only the occasional word or two.

“do it, no balls,” kenma said before exiting the gym, psp in hand. kuroo exited right after him, smiling once his eyes laid on you.

“hey chibi-chan,” he teased, smirk growing on his face. you playfully pout before smiling at his antics. you waved at him slightly, noticing the far away look in his eyes. he seemed really focused on something.

he swiftly leaned down and captured your lips in a kiss. it was a little rushed but extremely seeet nonetheless.

“could you not make out in front of the whole team?” yaku asked as he walked past. your face flushed red as you stuttered out an apology. kuroo chuckled and ruffled your hair before beckoning you to join him on his walk home.

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| bokuto. |

- he hyped himself up until he had enough courage to just go for it.

- it was only a quick peck to the lips.

- after being positively received from you he was in a happy daze all day.

- he told his whole team, he wasn’t bragging he was just extremely happy.

- to him, the kiss was absolutely perfect.

bokuto splashed some water on his face, a feeling of anxiety brewing in the pit of his stomach. he knew that the kiss would go smoothly and that it would elicit a positive reaction from you.

he furrowed his brows in determination and smiled, returning to his carefree demeanour. he went back to the couch where you two had been cuddling and watching movies for hours on end.

you were wrapped up in a blanket with a bowl of popcorn on your lap. bokuto stood in front of you, blocking your view of the movie. you looked up at him and outstretched your arms as if asking to cuddle.

he picked you up and sat down before pulling you into his lap. you pulled the blanket over the two of you. you turned to face him with a smile and he took the opportunity to seize a kiss. it was a quick peck on the lips but it still left you in a flustered state.

“i love you,” he smiled before burying his face in your hair and wrapping his arms around you. you leaned back into his chest and whispered a small, “i love you too.” you slowly drifted off to sleep in his arms.

after he made sure you were asleep, he picked up his phone and opened his team’s volleyball group chat. he went on and on about how it made him feel so happy and how he loves you more than life itself. the team just couldn’t catch a break.

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| ushijima. |

- you told him that you had a secret to tell him but since he’s so tall you needed him to bend down to your height.

- so after he leaned down you grabbed his face and kissed him on the lips.

- it was a passionate kiss that you poured your love into.

- he didn’t know how to react at first but after a couple seconds he started smiling.

- he leaned down again and placed a kiss to your forehead, no objections here.

you stood in front of the slushie machine at your local convenience store. you two had decided to go and get some snacks for a series you were going to binge watch.

you were pouring the slushies while he was picking out some snacks for you. as you were putting the lids on an idea came to mind. you grabbed the drinks and made you way over to him in the candy aisle.

he looked down at you, lips twinging into a slight smile.

“ushi, i have a secret to tell you,” you said, which captured his attention. you signalled for him to lean down so you could whisper it to him. he leaned down and you placed your hands on both sides of his face.

you leaned in and kissed him, it was passionate and filled with so many unspoken words. you pulled back and smiled up at him. he pulled you into a hug, arms wrapped around your torso. he placed a kiss on your forehead, it was short and sweet.

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| masterlist |

i’m sorry if some of the characters seem ooc. i had fun writing this though, it just reminded me of how lonely i am.

anyway, have a good day/night and don’t forget to stay hydrated !!

- rose

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writingsbychlo · 3 years

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💭 Mitch x single mom reader? If you don’t want to do it bc it’s too specific that’s ok!

oof single mom headcanons and mitch? that’s gonna be some cute shit.

let’s start with the fact that he wouldn’t know she’s a mom at first

in fact, he just thinks she’s really pretty and funny because they keep bumping into one another at his therapy place

he’s always there for his mandatory sessions to make sure his asssignemtnd go okay and he’s signed off to have a firearm

she’s there because her sons playgroup rents one of the group therapy halls once a week for toddler playtime

she’s always gone by the time he comes out though

they always chat though, and he’s definitely developed a little crush on her

one day, she’s not there though, and he’s kinda sad, but he goes to get his regular after-session coffee from the café across the street, and there she is!

it’s filled with parents and babies and older kids, as it always is, but she’s at the counter getting a fresh drink

he shoots his shot, and asks if he can buy her a drink and sit with her

they have a really great chat before he asks her for her number

when she’s leaving, she says she has to go and pick her son up

and he kinda chokes on his breath

“uh, what? you- you have a son? like a kid? your kid, you made it?”

goes from badass assassin to stiles stilinski real quick

she just kinda shrugs and nods

“thought you knew that, the therapy building rents one of the rooms to a toddler playgroup once a week. thought you knew I was a mom.”

he’s just sorta staring at her with a deer in headlights look, and she sighs

internally he is screaming at himself to say or do something but his mind has kinda short circuited

“guess I won’t be expecting a call from you anytime soon then, huh? see you around Mitch, thanks for the coffee.”

you’re gone before he can even get his mind to catch up and he feels like a fucking idiot

of course, he’s curious. you said there was a guy but you didn’t go much into it, said you’d been single for a few years since the guy you’d been living with had cheated on you and walked out

he does a lot of research online, definitely finds you on Facebook and Instagram, and kinda falls a bit in love with your kid

he’s the CUTEST kid he’s ever seen, for starters. the photo that actually makes him feel a little soft and fuzzy is your latest one

your son is holding your face in his hands, and kissing the tip of your nose, and your face is all screwed up as you laugh

it was only posted a few hours ago, and he recognises the therapy building, so he figures it was right after you left

he’s never really seen himself as a dad, but then again, he’d never really seen himself as an assassin either, so

he does want to call you, but he hasn’t quite worked out what to do

he also goes to the farm to talk to Stan, and he’s all prepared for being laughed at and teased, but it doesn’t happen

Stan tells him he doesn’t have experience with little kids, but mitch did throw a lot of tantrums, and he kinda feels like he raised mitch

that makes the pair of them laugh

Stan warns him that dating a mom isn’t like dating a regular girl, he can’t just get bored and leave her, he’d break a kids heart if he gets them invested too

but he really likes you

so stan tells him to go for it. Stan even says, he’ll clear out the recruits for day if he wants to bring them to the farm to see the animals

because Stan DEFINITELY has animals. the man is a farmer in his free time. sometimes when mitch is stressed, he holds a sheep. don’t challenge me.

so, he waits til a week later, and he arrives early to therapy just to see you.

when he gets in, you give him a polite smile like always, and he’s really nervous, and now the thinks he should have brought flowers

“I’m really sorry about last week.”

“you really don’t have to be. it’s not the first time guys have run for the hills, and it won’t be the last time. kids aren’t for everyone, especially when it isn’t your own kid. guys want their kids.”

he sits down next to you, he’s a little jittery, and is forcing himself to meet your eye, and he hates that he’s been put into that category of men

“I never really thought about myself as a dad. even when I was engaged, I just pictured me and her, y’know? never crossed my mind. she died, a few years ago, but I think she would’ve wanted to be a mom.”

you reached out then, your hand placed on top of his as you whispered that you were sorry, and he flipped his hand over to hold yours instead, telling you it’s okay, it didn’t hurt anymore

“look, what I’m trying to say, is that I really like you. and I make no promises that I’m good with kids, I’ll need a lot of help, but I’d like to try.”

you were a bit shocked then, and finally you were the one crumbling a little while he remained steady, and he smoothed his thumb over the back of your hand

“how does a picnic sound for a first date?”

“I’d have to find a babysitter, so it’d be best as a weekend.”

“or, you can bring them along?”

now you kinda looked like you were going to cry, and you pressed your forehead agaisnt his, letting out a breathless little laugh

“I’ve never had a guy invite my kid with us on a date before. you’re already better at this than you think, Mitch.”

he hummed, leaning up to press a sweet kiss to your forehead, and the other parents were beginning to get back from the coffee shop, he figured the session must be coming to an end

“your kid like animals? my friend owns a farm, we can go for a picnic and feed baby cows.”

“he would love that. he’d love you after that.”

“will his mom, too?” he felt like he was gonna throw up just from the nerves after saying the line, but your seeet smile put him at ease

“keep it up, and she definitely will. now, cmon, do you wanna meet him?”

“I’d love to.”

so, I got carried away. this is LONG. my bad. it’s just so cute 🥺

#election sleepover

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