#Buff fluff

[saphirafoxgirlspost1]

(Open Rp) Dragonball Christmas Special in "Christmas Buff fluff"

For 6 months Since Saphira and the Son of her Fathers Buisness partner Name "Alvin Stephen Witcher" Had Been Engaged to be married, You See She and alvin had been together for 5 years now..Until..since the engagement as Alvin slowly revealing His true colors everyday, Saphira has the Suspicions about him Coming Home very late from Work and His acting More Narssistic towards her..even if She Hits him with a Rolling pin and threaten him to Sleep on the couch..He still doing it..Until one Fateful day, It was Raining that Afternoon When saphira just came back from Shopping For Groceries Until She Just caught Alvin with another Woman name Arianna and She was Mortified when She sees him Making a Cuckhold Out of her and Then with rage She said,

Saphira: "AAAALLLVIIN! What in the Name of the Smiling devil do you think your doing!? Who is That Strumpet that your trying to make beast with two backs with?"

Alvin:" Well Let me Explains, it's apparently "Your fault" That you Didn't make Dinner right Or Cleaning a nice house of ours,,and also your cooking is awful and also..your not even attractive"

Saphira: " What…The Fuck….Did you just say?"

Saphira went furious..and he repeated in snarky way…But When he try to impress his side chick..he Decided to beat Saphira up so bad..But then..His Father, Mr. Witcher Came into the house and saw his son beating saphira…he grabbed him by the Shirt and Slapped him so hard and he said,

Mr. Witcher: " AAAALLLLLLVIIIIIN!!! What in the Name of Sam hill are you Doing to the Daughter Of My Buisness partner Boy!? Look what you've done to her!? Looked at Arianna And Who the hell is that Harlot!?"

Alvin: "Dad! This isn't what it looks like!"

Mr. Witcher: " Oh I see what it looks like boy! It Looks like your making a cuckhold Out of that Poor girl that you were suppose to marry with and Not only that! You Beat your own fiance for another woman! Your Poor mother and I didn't raise you like this!, I'll be damned if my own son decided to enter this world to beat woman like that! turns to arianna You! get out! I'm going to make you pay Saphira Compensation for damages and For Adultary too! turns To alvin and YOU Boy! I'm going to give you a Beaten and Force to pay For damages and adultary too To Saphira! You better be lucky Saphira doesn't press charges at you!"

Alvin was terrified of his father..he begged Saphira forgiveness but it was too late, Saphira throws the engagement ring and She called off and told alvin that she doesn't want anything to do with him except paying compensation from him and the Side chick. After she recovered, She felt very depressed after Weeks of broken engagement…Until Her father decided to go to the Mountains and Pray the Dragon god Shenron and plea for his help to give His beloved Daughter, The Man who will love her to pieces..Then Shenron answers his prayer,..It reveals a golden box where a Small Blank doll with a tail..He took the Golden box of Enchanted doll and supplies and head to home..Her father give her as an early christmas present..She saw the blank Saiyan doll and supplies, So Saphira began to create a SSj4 (which is a buff fluff) of the lover..She Smiles and felt happy..her father instructed her what Shenron told her father..She left the pencil and paper and she said the prayers..and she falls asleep after put the doll in enchanted box..but during night..the box glows..and the next Morning She saw the box if opened and the red tail was shown at the end of the bed..it's alive and huge too..Then She saw him gets up and said…

[beangfrisky]

singledad!iwaizumi lives and breathes by his baby girl and boy. his son that just turned one is always strapped to his chest while he pushes his baby girl in a neon pink stroller.

singledad!iwaizumi freezes in his tracks when he sees you for the first time. you’re standing on his porch in a summery dress with a plate of cookies in hand looking like a dream. you laugh at his staring and smile at his little ones. he finds out that you’re his new neighbor.

singledad!iwaizumi watches you walk away and makes a vow to himself to not do anything dumb in the future. he has two kids to worry about and no time for a pretty girl like you. he is pleasantly surprised at the taste of the cookies as he wolfs down a few before his kids can see.

singledad!iwaizumi clenches his fist the first time he sees you gardening in your back yard. you look so sweet and it’s such a mundane task but he can’t help how turned on he is. you turn and wave as his daughter squeals in excitement and runs up to say hi to you.

singledad!iwaizumi offers you a popsicle against his own better judgement. his kids spend the next few hours interrogating you. his daughter walks up to him at sunset and declares in a whisper that he should make the new neighbor his princess.

atsumu sakusa kuroo osamu

oikawa

[auclairedetoru]

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Sukuna who never thought he'd ever have a roommate as he happens to enjoy having his own personal space.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Sukuna who is forced by the current state of the economy to search for a roommate because the only place close to campus is a two bedroom apartment and he can't afford it on his own.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Sukuna who is expecting only guys to accept his offer, given that he has provided information about himself, but he is surprised when his new roommate shows up and it's a girl.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Sukuna who raises his eyebrows when she gives him a firm handshake. She seems strong, like she frequents the gym more than one would think.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Sukuna who learns that his new roommate loves working out just as much as him, if not more. She is especially into boxing, and has competed in a few competitions before, some she won and some she lost.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Sukuna whose jaw hits the floor when she moves in and he sees her box full of trophies of medals.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Sukuna who tries his best to keep his distance from her, they were only roommates after all, no need for them to become close when in six months they won't be living together anymore.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Sukuna who despite all his efforts of trying to mind his own business, is intrigued when he sees her coming back home at 7am - which is the time he usually wakes up - with her gym bag on her shoulder.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Sukuna who let his curiousity take over and asks her about it. “I love starting my day with a gym session, it gets me ready to tackle anything that comes my way.” and he suddenly feels ashamed that he only goes three times a week while calling himself a "total gym rat".

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Sukuna who thought she'd be tough and rough, but she is a literal ball of sunshine. She greets him with a smile every time she sees him at the apartment, and she gets excited when she sees him on campus, jumping up and down and waving at him like she hasn't seen him in days. He tries to act like he's embarrassed (which he is a little bit, he has an image to uphold) and tells her to calm down, “tsk, people are staring, quit it”, but he secretly likes it.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Sukuna who comes home one day at 1am after spending hours at the library preparing for an exam, and he finds a plate of food covered in aluminium foil waiting for him in the kitchen with a note next to it that said “you've work hard, warm this up in the microwave if you find it cold. Don't go to sleep on an empty stomach!!” with a doodle of a little character cheering.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Sukuna who might be warming up to having a roommate... And maybe something a little more.

More of roomie! Sukuna here.

[wheezingstar]

Hey hey, quick word! This involves a bit of fatphobia and reader is Afab plus size🫶 love for all you beautiful plus sized people, cause I am too and we all know König loves some love handles.

You are at a staff event, accompanying König, the Colonel of Kor Tac. Konig had gotten up to go to the bar to greet Horangi and his girlfriend.

You smile as König walks, admiring his gait and build, he's such a handsome man, standing at 6'10, and weighing around 270 pounds at minimum due to a high muscle mass, with an ideal fat balance. König is a healthy, strong man.

Soon, a young blonde in a tight red dress walks up; a military spouse.”Girl, You are going to break that man's back if he tries to hold you. You should leave him to a slim girl," she says, laughing in a pretentious manner.

You look down at yourself, frowning at your own appearance. You're wearing a black dress of König’s choosing, that hugs your body but not entirely too much.

“You know it's the truth," the woman adds. Another jab. Without a word, you stand up, walk to the restroom and look in the mirror. You're so caught up in your own appearance and insecurities that you don't notice the heavy footfalls of the Colonel walking up behind you. König wraps his strong arms around you gently pulling you back against his front.

"What's wrong, schätzchen? You look like you are about to cry," König says, his Austrian accented voice laced with concern. Carefully, he turns you around to face him, kissing your forehead.

Without even thinking, “wouldn’t you want someone, I don’t know, easier to pick up? Carry around?” You say and König’s face was priceless.

König picks you up, no real effort put in and shakes his head gently, “Nein. No need to think that of yourself. Can pick you up without a sweat.”

You blush with a soft nod and a blossoming smile König smiles and puts you over his shoulder. “There’s that beautiful smile, let’s get out of here,”

After leaving the event, both of you return to Königs house. He quickly turns you around and pushes your back against the front door, his arms caging you in on either side of your head.

You feel Königs eyes roam your figure, the look in his eyes making your heart skip a beat. "You’re so beautiful and perfect, my love… I wish you could see it yourself,” he says. His lips press gently against the skin of your neck.

(Alright you filthy animals, fill it in yourself. I can’t write any more of that.)

[petricorah]

drawing comfort 3/4 sokka for the 131984573th time (ID in alt)

[clonedchaos]

Ripple Effect

Orchids and Oranges: A Yasammy Week Special

Yippee! It's Yasammy Week, brought to you by @yasammyweek! Pardon the late kickoff, had to attend my sister's bridal shower today as well as writing this 2,000 word one shot in one day. I know most ppl here are doing art, but I can't draw, so fanfic it is! Enjoy! <3

Day 1: Hurt/Comfort

Rating: G/PG

Summary: Yaz thought she had left the dinosaurs behind. She thought it was time for her to finally heal… until she came face to face with one on the mainland.

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Yaz wrapped her arms tighter around Sammy’s waist as she gradually got used to the fluid movement of the stallion below them. The saddle wasn’t the most comfortable or practical of inventions, but Sammy had insisted it was far better than riding bare back.

Yaz let her gaze wander as a smile crossed her lips and her heart gave a little flutter. The maple trees surrounding them were colored in vibrant shades of orange, red, and brown. Despite fall coming to a close, Texas was still as humid as ever. It was the polar opposite of her home upstate— the moment it hit October, the temperature would plummet. 

Yaz had gotten used to the frigid air over the years thanks to her daily morning runs. She would be quite out of her element down here if it weren’t for the months she spent stuck on a tropical island. She’d take the Texas heat over Nublar’s every single time.

And, of course, she loved Texas because of Sammy. Her parents had been the textbook definition of southern hospitality ever since Yaz came down to spend the week with them. Sammy had been a hurricane of energy and enthusiasm ever since her arrival. She talked a mile a minute at any possible opportunity and paraded Yaz around to see every nook and cranny of their land. It had been fun; she knew Sammy had been waiting a long time to introduce her officially to her family-- cattle included.

A pleasant breeze brushed past them, Sammy’s hair tickling Yaz’s nose. Yaz sneezed, the sheer power of the act nearly sending her reeling backwards.

”Bless you!” Sammy immediately chimed in, looking over her shoulder. Her hands held the reins in a loose grip as the stallion came to a stop. His ears and tail twitched. Yaz’s behavior had irked him.

“Sorry about that, bud,” She apologized, patting the horse on the flank. A whistle and nudge from Sammy ushered the stallion forward again. 

The cowgirl kept her eyes on her girlfriend. Yaz felt that wasn’t the appropriate course of action given she was the one guiding the horse down the path. It seemed almost as dangerous as taking your eyes off the road while driving.

”The trees are mighty beautiful, aren’t they?” Sammy cooed with a grin. She reached forward and plucked a leaf out of Yaz’s hair. How long had that been in there?

”It is beautiful, Sammy,” Yaz admitted. Truly, the scenery was gorgeous. The Gutierrez’s land was pure nature’s bliss, all 700 acres of it. She liked to call it “The Eight Wonder of the World.”

Sammy glanced up towards the sky, its colors glowing with muted hues of pink, blue, and purple. “It’s gettin’ late. Perhaps we should head back to the stable.” Her gaze darted to and fro before she leaned forward and whispered, “Ol Kota’s eyesight isn’t as great as it once was.”

Kota nickered in response. Yaz snorted. “I think he heard you.”

"Oh, that wasn't an insult, boy!" Sammy quickly corrected sheepishly, getting a chuckle out of Yaz. Sammy's baby talk toward her critters wasn't at all meant to be taken seriously, but Yaz couldn't help but think it was adorable. 

“I suppose you’re right. Hey, think I could beat Kota in a race?” Yaz asked with a clear undertone of a challenge. If he galloped at full speed, she knew he would be able to overtake her effortlessly. But at his old age, she might just have a chance if he were to trot.

Sammy’s eyes shone as she turned her attention back onto Yaz. “Oh, that’s a gre—“

Kota saw the Triceratops first. The elder stallion reared up onto his back legs. Yaz lost her grip on Sammy and hit the ground hard. The breath drew out of her lungs, leaving her momentarily stunned at the blunt impact. Surely that was going to leave a sizable bruise on her tailbone.

”Woah, boy! Easy… Easy!” Sammy yelped as she tightened the reins and fought for control. Yaz instinctively rolled to the side to avoid getting trampled on by hooves, just barely scraping by with nothing more than a dust cloud in her face.

With her chest heaving in gulps of air, Yaz finally lifted her gaze toward the instigator. A bulky Triceratops stood before them in the path, its head lowered and grazing on the sparse patches of grass that sprung up from the dirt trail. At the stallion’s cry of fear, the herbivore lifted its head. Its horns glinted off the dying sunlight’s rays, the tips sharpened points that could skewer her should the animal desire.

Yaz didn’t know why, but she screamed. She screamed a blood curdling cry that sent the nearby birds scattering. Her hands tore up clumps of dirt as she balled them into a fist. Her heart pounded, she could hear it in her ears and feel the blood coursing through her veins. It was getting hard to breathe. Why could she not breathe? Why couldn't she think? Why was her vision spinning? Was it a concussion, or was she losing it?

The Triceratops bellowed and raked its front leg on the ground. Despite being in fear’s clutches, Yaz subconsciously knew it was about to charge. Suddenly the aspect of getting trampled by a horse seemed far more appealing.

The Triceratops stomped forward, waving its horns threateningly. Yaz couldn’t move. She wanted to pull herself off the ground and bolt toward the nearest tree. She wanted to be safe, to be inside, to be far away from this prehistoric beast. But her body was rooted to the floor, tied down by unseen vines. Despite the adrenaline pulsing through her veins and the chilling numbness of her hands, she could only watch powerlessly as she sat directly in the line of fire.

“Yaz!” Sammy was suddenly right by her side on horseback. Quite literally her knight in shining armor. She extended a hand down to her. Yaz felt a sharp pierce plunge through her heart at the palpable fear she found lying behind Sammy's eyes. “Come on!”

Yaz still felt frozen by invisible roots. She wanted to reach for Sammy. She wanted them to huddle under the blanket fort Sammy had insisted they build in her room last night. Her and Sammy had been at checkers for nearly two hours before Sammy’s mother had called them down for dinner. She wanted to wake up in the morning and breathe in the aroma of fresh, fluffy cinnamon rolls and salted, crisp bacon. Would she ever partake in these memories again? Or would they be snuffed out, much like her life might very well be. If only she could just…

MOVE!

With one hand wrapped around the stirrup, Sammy leaned down and grabbed Yaz by the arm. Yaz knew her girlfriend was strong, like really really strong. Calling her "country strong" wasn't just a cute pet name, it was a fact.

Sammy's rapid maneuver was enough to nudge Yaz up and back into the saddle. With a quick snap of the reins and click of her heels, Sammy ushered Kota forward. The trike missed them by a hair, nearly getting clocked on the muzzle by the stallion's hooves.

Yaz had her arms wrapped around Sammy in a death grip, her face buried against her wool jacket. It felt like she was holding her breath for every second until they had made it safely to the barn. Her chest was tight and sweat rolled down the side of her head. She could barely feel her fingers besides the buzzing, staticky feeling she noticed there.

"Yaz?" 

She looked up with rounded eyes. Sammy released the reins and kicked her leg up and over as she dismounted. Immediately, she turned and extended a hand toward Yaz in a gesture of assistance. "Are you okay?"

No. No she wasn't. With a shaky breath and trembling hand, she reached out. Sammy's hands were worn with numerous callouses; no doubt a result from her long days of working hard on the ranch. Her fingers intertwined with Yaz's. At the touch, the dam holding back her tears finally broke. Yaz sank to her knees and began to sob.

Sammy was right there, kneeling down and pulling her into an embrace. "It's okay, Yaz. I'm here," She cooed, gently rubbing her back in a circular motion. 

Yaz nestled closer to her, hoping Sammy's very presence would be enough to chase away her inner demons. "I... I thought... I thought we'd be done with dinosaurs," She admitted weakly. She hated feeling like this. Vulnerable. It was like she was a little kid all over again; someone who needed to be coddled and comforted by her mother.

"I know..." Sammy replied sympathetically as she rested her head against Yaz's. "I wasn't expecting to see a trike so close to home."

It was getting a little easier to breathe now. Just a little. "Why? Why is it here?" She choked out, closing her eyes.

Sammy grew silent. Yaz didn't expect her to answer that rhetorical question. After all, how in the world would she know what a dinosaur was doing hundreds of miles from Nublar?

Rather, Sammy began to hum. Her tone lilted in a melancholic sway. Yaz seemed momentarily taken aback as her heartbeat began to steady and her limbs slackened. With every rise and fall in tempo, Yaz begun to notice an unmistakable pattern in the rhythm.

Yaz leaned back and cupped Sammy's cheek in her hand. Her eyes still stung, and she knew she probably looked like a bedraggled mess. Right now, that didn't matter. "How do you know that song?"

Sammy leaned into Yaz's touch. "Your mother taught it to me. She knows you've been having a tough time since the island..." She trailed off and averted her gaze.

Yaz relaxed her features and silently urged Sammy to continue. "She told me it used to help you when you were little... and I thought it might help in this situation," She murmured sheepishly and rubbed her arm in embarrassment with flushed cheeks.

Yaz cracked a gentle smile at that and swiftly planted a kiss atop her forehead. "It did help. I'm sorry. For freezing like that..."

"Hey, none of that," Sammy lectured sternly with a good-natured smile. She held both of Yaz's hands in her own. "Just because we're off the island, it doesn't mean those feelings just up and disappeared. But I know you, Yaz. You're the bravest, most stubborn fighter I know. We just need to take baby steps again."

Baby steps. Right. It was like running a marathon; you don't go full sprint right off the bat. You pace yourself until you're further along with the finish line in sight.

"It just... surprised me is all," Yaz continued. The fireflies casted a gentle, infrequent glow across the purple and blue painted sky. "I thought I would be over this. But what if...? What if there are more dinosaurs?" Particularly the ones that would have them for a midnight snack.

"I don't know," Sammy admitted, returning the kiss on Yaz's forehead. "But what I do know is that I'm here if you ever need me. We conquered Nublar together. And if dinosaurs are on the mainland now, we'll conquer that together too. You're stronger than your fears."

Yaz smiled and pulled Sammy close. There was one constant in her life when it came to dinosaurs: Sammy. When her PTSD got the better of her on Manta Corp's island, she was there to help ease her nerves and shift her attention toward other matters. Even if they were states apart, she knew Sammy would just be a phone call away. And that was enough.

"I'll always be here for you, mi rosa. For now, and forever."

[flowery-laser-blasts]

"Here, put this on before you catch a cold or your make-up runs out." "Oh, thanks I-" "What? ... Oh, I-, I can explain!" "How many..." "...How many what?" "How many rappin' shampoo merch shirts did you order?"

Based on real events, but overly dramatised for your regularly scheduled Drakgo needs.

Shirt print idea by Madd!

[whipitgod]

fuck the concept that one partner has to be a bottom and one partner has to be a top! and while im at it, fuck the idea that in order for a pairing to work you need to twinkify/feminize one of of the characters! that just isnt how gay relationships work 95% of the time! most real gay couples are verse, and most gay couples dont follow the stereotype that one person has to be fem and the other has to be masc! stop trying to apply heteronormative relationship dynamics to queer couples!

[phonkscribes]

"Did it hurt when you fell from heaven?"

Right as the they are about to descend off that cliff, thrown off that ledge, you are there. Your arm hauls them up with a certain strength to them, the sinews in your arms flexing. At that moment, they're unable to say a word, too busy taking in the sight of you as you utter your witty line or carry on as if it weren't an issue-- effortless.

Saving the Spardas asses when they don't expect you to. ft. GN! Reader

Dante

He's fallen off of cliffs and such before, whether it was due to a missed jump or simply because he's gotten knocked out of the air. Dante tries to not make a habit out of it, but it's not like he's doing it intentionally. The legendary devil hunter just happens to be a bit less patient than his brother, even after all these years. There's just some things that don't change, like his eagerness to fight demons, even if it scares him. He isn't mortal, he won't die if he's shot or stabbed, there isn't much that could kill him-- like falling and hitting his head. It'd just hurt if anything, but maybe that's something that you didn't know.

Or at least cared for.

A hit from the devil he was fighting has him thrown back with a grunt, the sound is distinct on your ears as you whip around to see his crimson jacket flail in the wind along with him in it. You make another slash at the devils coming after you to go and chase his flying figure. Dante doesn't see you, as he looks up to the sky, thinking about how he's gonna nail the demon good for that one. As he's cast over the edge, you slide on over, an arm extended and catching his ankle as he descends. The sudden grab has him out of his daydream and curling up to look at... you!

You were a couple of yards away, how did you get here so fast? He could only watch as you used your other hand to start pulling him up by the leg as you swung him up back to the edge where you were. You almost fell in your self as you groan.

"Next time you take a swan dive, do it at the pool, yeah?", you huff, patting his leg as he got to his feet.

"Only if you're watchin' me, babe", he winked as he reached for Ebony & Ivory.

You could've slapped him, you really could've. Dante only chuckles at the way you frown for a moment before you go back to fighting, rolling your shoulders as you go. It's pretty hot, he thinks. The half-demon's glad he's got someone as strong as you are on his side, something that comforts him really, knowing that you've got his back.

Vergil

Falling doesn't scare him, he's done it before, but it's where he'll end up that tends to make him feel something other than adrenaline when facing his enemies. The first time he descended, it cost him his freedom, the last time he went to hell with his brother. Now it felt like a slight, a mistake made and he doesn't quite like those. The devils he was fighting now on behalf of joining Dante's little business were putting on a fight for once, with one of them even managing to knock him back a good distance. He had misjudged that and felt himself lose his footing on solid ground.

You'd seen him tip over the edge and in an instant you were rushing to his side, not that you were too far. With your devil arm, you dug into the side of the ledge and anchored yourself as you grabbed his arm. He had only stared in awe, shock that quickly subsided as he glowered. He was not one who needed saving, quite the opposite, even as you threw him over the edge to resume the fight.

Such raw strength... in a mortal, none the less. It was... curious. Where did such power come from, he had to wonder after he had dealt with your foes with a few judgement cuts. You managed to pull yourself up, rolling over onto your back with a long sigh.

"Thank you for that, though it was unnecessary", he had commented, looking at your prone state.

"You're welcome, you oughta watch your step next time", you joke as he offers a hand to help you to your feet this time.

"It will not happen again, I assure you", he says it with such a straight face, but you can tell that he's the slightest bit embarrassed.

Nero

You had just finished combing through your share of enemies, flicking your weapon to the side to clear it of blood as you look off into the distance. Nero was holding up well with Red Queen, revving her engine and ripping and tearing into the devils seamlessly. You could often admire how fluid he could be, like a duck bobbing and weaving through water. He looked like he didn't need your help, so you'd sit back and watch. Through the demons that surrounded him, he could feel your eyes on his back.

Nero would be lying if he didn't enjoy it when you were watching him, because in truth he had admired you too. Your skills and finesse were so badass and he hoped that maybe you thought of him like that too instead of how his uncle and father had seen him. Sure it wasn't too serious when he'd been called 'dead weight' but... it stuck with him. He wanted to prove that he could stand on his own two feet without needing their help, or yours for that matter. Ironic given his current circumstance. Nero had taken his eyes off of his opponent at hand to spare you a glance, spotting the fondness in your eyes and feeling a bit of color come to his face.

"Woah!", he'd been shoved, having nearly dropped his sword to steady himself, reaching a hand behind him to push himself back off the ground. Only to find that there was none supporting him.

You jumped in just as quickly as he was about to fall, appearing in front of him and grabbing the front of his shirt just as he was about to fly. You bring him in and step back, as he just looks at you for a second.

"... You do know that I would've been fine right?", he asks instead of saying thanks, a small smirk playing on his face as you stare at him for a second. Air hike... right.

"Would you rather I let you fall?", you're quick to respond as he just scoffs, shaking his head as he resumed where he left off with the devil.

He wasn't expecting you to be there, but he's glad that you care enough to come rushing for him like that. Next time he'll be the one saving you.

[blissfullyapillow]

┃An Endearing Conundrum  

₊˚⊹♡Alhaitham x gn reader

₊˚⊹♡‎wc: 1,712~

₊˚⊹♡summary: Endearing scenarios of your relationship with Alhaitham as you keep him on his toes.

 ₊˚⊹♡warnings: A bit suggestive. Overall fluff.

₊˚⊹♡notes: A bit ooc Alhaitham (?), kinda but not really. Alhaitham header created by @lovnupe (n𔘓⁩pe) on pinterest. I wrote this listening to Why by Sabrina Carpenter so it was inspired by that. I just find the idea of Alhaitham being in a relationship with an s/o whose a tease/a handful to be really cute. Lowkey radiates crack fic energy. I’m L.I.V.I.N.G for this Alhaitham ଘ(੭˃ᴗ˂)੭

₊˚⊹♡Main Masterlist

“Turn it back on.”

“It’s too bright.”

His disappointed sigh speaks volumes.

“You’re so…” He doesn’t say anything more. He simply turns on the lamp by his chair, illuminating the previously dim room.

“Nooo.. Alhaitham..” My whine goes ignored as he continues to read. “Why do you need the lights off?” He sounds uninterested in my response, but the way his eyes briefly lift from the pages of his book to glance at me says otherwise.

My heart flips in my chest; Alhaitham looked up from his book to talk to me. He stopped reading his book to talk to me. 

What I feel right now surpasses elation. 

“I’m tired. I want to sleep but the light is too bright.” I mumble. I sit up from my previous position of lying on my side. I blink, trying to will the drowsy feeling away.

He sighs once more, but he turns off the light. Instead, he turns on a dimmer lamp nearby. “Come here.” He commands. I waste no time in leaving the comforting warmth of the fluffy blankets. I make my way over to Alhaitham, stumbling a bit in the process.

He mutters “What am I going to do with you?” under his breath as I draw near. “What do you mean by that- oh!” As soon as I’m within arm’s reach, Alhaitham pulls me into him. His strong arms wrap around me, pulling me onto his lap.

I get comfortable. I rest my head on his chest, hearing his heart pound beneath my ear. He holds his book with one hand while the other tangles itself in the strands of my hair. I’m pleasantly surprised when he begins to read out loud, and I close my eyes to better immerse myself.

Being held like this, along with the sound of Alhaitham’s soothing voice, is enough to lull me to sleep.

It isn’t long before I start drifting off again. I snuggle further into Alhaitham’s arms, mumbling something incoherent to myself as he reads.

Alhaitham’s fingers slowly run through the strands of my hair, and my breathing evens out as I welcome the warm embrace of sleep.

I vaguely feel his soft lips press against the crown of my head.

♡⸝⸝

Oh how I love Sumeru at night time.

The stars shine down on the citizens of Teyvat, and the moon graces us with it’s beautiful alluring glow..

Too bad it’s daytime now, and Alhaitham insisted on bringing me along.

“Haitham, do you really need me to come with you? I’m sure a ‘feeble scholar’ such as yourself is more than capable of handling this situation on your own.” I groan when Alhaitham pays no mind to my words. His hand continues to drag me along gently by the wrist.

“This feeble scholar requires the emotional and moral support of his partner. You’d be wise to accompany me.” His explanation causes me to snort in amusement. “My love, you require my support to handle a few ruffians?” I adore the blush that appears on his cheeks when he hears my term of endearment for him.

“..Yes. If you stop complaining I promise to go on a late night stroll with you. You know, the one you keep pestering me about.” Alhaitham’s gruff words successfully serve to motivate me. My hand intertwines with his in silent compliance.

“You’re almost too easy to please.” He sounds smug, but I can hear the underlying appreciation in his voice that he always fails to mask. “Mhm. You know it. Actually, speaking of please.. I have some other ways you can please me. It involves me, you, a bed and-oomph!” Alhaitham’s hand covers my mouth as he pulls my body into his.

Woosh!

An arrow flies past where my head previously was.

My eyes widen in surprise. Alhaitham smirks. “After I handle this I’ll gladly take you up on that suggestion.”

Oh, my heart.

I lovingly admire Alhaitham as he verbally insults his assailants intelligence and very existence, down to the minute detail.

I swear I see physical hearts as Alhaitham effortlessly kicks one of them down in a flexible, suave move.

I hope he’ll show me just how flexible he can be later.

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“Can we please turn the air conditioner off?” Alhaitham’s monotone voice only serves to irritate me.

“No, sweetheart. I get too hot when it’s off. Although.. I admit I am a bit cold with it on.” Alhaitham’s currently lying on his side, facing me under the shared warmth of his fluffy blankets. His face is really close to mine, so the incredulous look he makes looks even funnier.

“Y/n, why would you want to keep the air conditioner on if you're cold? Logically, turning the air conditioner off would only serve to-” “Just cuddle me already you nerd.”

He sighs in dismay at my interruption, yet he indulges me anyway. I smile as his strong arms pull me into him, a pleasantly familiar feeling.

“You bring all sorts of ‘excitement’ into what should be an easy, simple life.” Alhaitham grumbles. His complaint is ignored; I opt to nuzzle my head against his chest in favor of responding.

“These are my favorite pillows. So soft.” I almost wish I could see his face as I squeeze his pectorals.

Actually, I can.

I look up. I’m blessed by the sight of flushed cheeks and parted lips as Alhaitham stares at me. He seems to be at a loss for words. “Y/n you actually… I.. Archon’s know you drive me crazy...” That last part leaves his lips in a breathless whisper that I’m sure I wasn’t supposed to hear. His following sigh conveys that he’s very flattered, but he doesn’t know what to say.

“I love you too Alhaitham.” I melt into him. He holds me tighter. “..I love you too.” “Hmm? Can you say that louder please~” “For the love of-“

My lips part to tease him some more, but he’s quick to capture my lips with his own.

…

Touché.

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“Alhaitham I’m HOTTTT.” I purposefully elongate my words as I trudge through the sand. “I know. You’ve told me five times already. Are you going to make it six?” His snarky reply makes me roll my eyes.

“Alhaiiiithhhaammm…” I whine. I stare at the back of his head, drilling holes into it. He shakes his head, choosing to remain silent. We continue our trek through the dessert. Alhaitham’s making me accompany him on another one of his academia related endeavors.

“I’m hoootttt-“ Alhaitham turns around so fast I jump, the quick movement startling me. “If you don’t shut that mouth I’ll shut it for you. Archons, come here.” Alhaitham’s words make me feel hotter than I already am, but in a pleasant way. He moves to stand in front of me before he swoops down to literally sweep me off my feet. I yelp in surprise.

Alhaitham begins to walk once more, except now I’m in his arms. “Do you have any water left? You’re burning up.” He asks. “I drank it alll..” Alhaitham tsks at me. He mutters “You’re my handful all right..” under his breath. The way he grumbles the words makes me shiver.

He maneuvers me to hold me with one arm. His free hand offers me his personal water container.

“Alhaitham.. but don’t you..” “Just drink from it. Please. We’re almost there. Promise.” His words are a bit terse, but the emotion in his eyes is one of concern. I smile softly as I graciously accept his water container. His other arm returns to its previous position. I happily drink from his water container.

“Honestly, you really are a handful. Here I thought I’d be able to live a quiet, peaceful life with minimal inconveniences. Instead I’m in the desert with the love of my life as they complain about being hot every two minutes.” Alhaitham’s words are as affectionate as much as they are chastising.

“Listen, ‘Haitham I… wait.. love of your life?” I inquire. My eyes desperately search his, and my heart pounds painfully in my chest. The air leaves my lungs at the implication of his words. I mean, it’s not like he hasn’t told me that he loves me before, but.. even with all of my whining and complaining.. he still..

His beautiful mesmerizing orbs meet mine head on. His gaze softens as he looks at me. He slowly stops moving forward, and my heart jolts once more as he leans into me. The way his soft lips mold with mine makes this entire trek through the desert worth it.

His lips curve into a delightful smile as we slowly part from each other. “Do you need me to repeat myself? I will do so as many times as you need me to. Although you’ll have to keep your mouth shut for me to do that.” My face feels warm, and a bead of sweat slowly runs down my face as I look at him.

His expression remains one of pure love as he returns my gaze. He uses his hand to wipe the sweat from my face. “You’re the love of my life. There’s no one else I want to spend my life with. You can try to be as annoying as you can possibly be, and I’ll continue to love and adore you through it all. ..Would you look at that. We’re here.” Alhaitham’s words are stated matter of factly, like they aren’t a heartfelt proclamation of his love for me.

He doesn’t set me down; he walks inside with me still in his arms

“This shouldn’t take long. I work fast. Use this time to cool off. We’ll make it back by twilight.” With that, Alhaitham sets me down on a chair. He pulls another one over to sit beside me. He wastes no time in getting to work.

I lean my head on his shoulder as my finger languidly traces shapes on his thigh. I blatantly stare at his face to admire his handsome features, including the small smile on his lips. 

He lifts his free hand to reach down towards my hand on his thigh. My eyes curiously follow the course of his hand. As his fingers interlace with mine, euphoria welcomes me into its loving arms. 

[lazygyodza]

Nobody asked but here's more of Bull and easy to get cold lady (⁠｢⁠`⁠･⁠ω⁠･⁠)⁠｢

The best thing to do during a nice spring evening is to walk and talk about ur hobbies. Bull loves to cook.

[pinkiepie20000]

repost of my awesome arlecchino art but with tags

whoever edited yuki from jjk to never lose me by flo milli im in love with you

[starry-snippets]

thinking about risotto hugging your anger away. you’re upset about a mission not going as planned, you’re upset because you’re in pain, you’re upset because you hate some of the things you have to do to stay afloat. no matter the cause, risotto’s arms are ready to block out the world pissing you off so much right now. risotto is a wall of a man, and when he’s wrapped his arms around you he’s a house. within the abode of his body you feel safe and your anger is replaced with a sort of stillness no one else has been able to provide you. he’s likely much taller than you, so he’ll rest his chin on your head, enjoying your body heat as he engulfs you in his rich cologne and strong arms. risotto may be a big muscly man, but he’s got the right idea with those hugs 

[auclairedetoru]

Continuation of this.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Sukuna who can't spend a day without his roommate.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Sukuna who decided to start waking up at the same time as her so they can work out together.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Sukuna who sees her sleepy state for the first time and instantly felt something tugging at his heart strings. Hair a little messy, big t-shirt stopping mid thigh and showing her strong muscles, eyes still closed as she navigates her way to the kitchen.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Sukuna who's starting to think he likes strong women like his roommate, not her, but women like her. He definitely doesn't have any of those kinds of feelings towards her.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Sukuna who decides to follow her routine at the gym thinking it wouldn't be as hard as she warned him it'd be just for him to regret it an hour later.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Sukuna who glares at her from the bathtub when she laughs at him and told him that she was right. He denies agreeing with her, only agreeing when she asks him if he wants some of her bath salt.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Sukuna who complains to his friends about the torture he went through so early in the morning, nearly crying as they laugh at his misery. “I thought I had it in the bag, du- Satoru I swear if you don't stop laughing I'll hit you in the balls.”

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Sukuna who challenges his friends to do one session at the gym with her after they didn't believe him and told him he's just weak. His roommate agrees with a laugh, telling him she can go a little harder than usual so he can prove his point.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Sukuna who's the one laughing now, or more liking smirking as his friends lie on the gym floor, faces flushed red and panting like crazy, and they were only half way through. His roommate stands next to him as she claps in encouragement, “c'mon, guys. We're still not done.” “no! Spare us, please!”.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Sukuna who raises an eyebrow when his roommate randomly asks him for an arm wrestling match during dinner, he tells her that he's stronger then her and he won't do it because he doesn't want to break her arm, but she persists with a huge smile on her face, so he shrugs and tells her he has warned her.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Sukuna who's too embarrassed now. Not even a second after he announced the start, his arm was slammed down on the table... Twice. “that was an unfair match.” he complains with a frown on his face as she laughs at him.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Sukuna who despite feeling defeated and upset at his lose, fights back a smile at the warm feeling in his chest. He never thought sharing a house with a stranger would lead to this feeling of happiness and belonging. He doesn't know how, but she has managed to make this random apartment feel like a home.

[wheezingstar]

I came across a buff ass König and Ghost cosplayer and when I tell you I am down bad, I AM DOWN BAD. I am a plus sized human, in my mind no one could pick me up and this man casually deadlifts double my weight. Like- uppies please and thank you. That sets a scene for my next little story. (Plus sized afab x big buff König)

[sp0o0kylights]

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