#I do not have spoons I keep thinking I do and then I draw for an hour and feel like Death

[supercorpkid]

A Super-Sized Santa Heist

Supergirl. Baby Danvers. Lena Luthor x Reader!, Kara Danvers x BD!Reader, Alex Danvers x BD!Reader

Word Count: 3100

Notes: how many Christmas references can I put in one fic? Guess you'll see.

The Tower looks festive with all the Christmas decorations you and Kara put up. You flew here and there, stringing lights and arranging ornaments, and now the soft glow of the lights fills the room. Kara set up a tree in the center—so massive it almost didn’t fit, but no one dared to say anything about it, even though it looked close to ridiculous.

Lena had called a meeting, and the whole team gathered in front of Kara’s oversized tree, glancing up briefly, amusement and disbelief flickering across everyone’s faces.

“So, I was talking to Y/N last night,” Lena begins.

“Pillow talk alert! Set the scene, spooning or face-to-face?�� Nia chimes in, drawing groans from everyone, including you. She’s grinning like she’s just won a prize. “Got it. Spooning.”

You roll your eyes. It was spooning, but you’re not admitting it.

Lena presses on, ignoring Nia’s antics and the collective discomfort. “I’m hosting a charity gala to raise funds for the cancer wing of the hospital. One of the highlights will be a Santa meet-and-greet for the children there.”

Kara claps her hands, excitement already radiating from her. “That sounds wonderful, Lena!”

“I’m glad you think so, because I was hoping you’d be Santa.”

Kara’s laughter bursts out before she can stop it. “Santa?” she repeats, incredulous. “Me?”

Alex is already loving this, smug as ever. “Oh, this is going to be amazing.”

You smile at Kara. “I think it’s a really great idea. Who’s more joyful about Christmas than you, huh?”

“Funny you should mention…” Lena’s gaze shifts to you, softening as she speaks. “I was thinking you could help your sister.”

“Help Kara do what? Get into her costume?”

“And with the Christmas spirit… and the kids—”

“You could be an elf!” Alex cuts her off, way too excited about her own idea. You can already feel the trouble coming.

Alex’s comment sends Kara into another fit of laughter, and you narrow your eyes at her and Lena. Really? This is how we’re spending the holidays?

“You’d make a fantastic elf,” Lena says sweetly, stepping a bit closer, her hand brushing lightly over your arm. That simple touch makes you feel vulnerable in a way you’ll never admit.

“I think Nia would be a better fit.” You try to pass the buck, but Nia’s already smiling mischievously.

“I appreciate the offer, but since I’m not trying to get into Lena’s pants, I’ll pass.”

“I’m not trying,” you retort, crossing your arms. “I’m succeeding.”

“Jesus, can we talk about anything else?” Alex huffs, tired of the conversation.

“Look, I just—I don’t think I have the right… temperament.” you argue weakly.

“Oh come on, Y/N. Everyone here knows how much you love Christmas, it’s been your favorite holiday since we came to Earth.” Kara says, still grinning. You scowl at her in response.

“Please?” Lena leans in close, her voice soft, conspiratorial. “For me, honey?”

You sigh, utterly defeated. “Fine. But only because it’s for the kids—and because you get scary when you really want something.”

Lena smirks, pressing a kiss to your cheek. “I knew you’d see it my way.”

Alex lets out a mock cheer. “This is the best Christmas ever. Should I get a new phone with a better camera?”

“You keep this going, and I’ll replace all of Esmé’s gifts with coal.”

You glare at Alex, but her grin is as wide as the Christmas tree is tall. She leans smugly against the wall, completely unbothered by your threat.

“Face it. You’re too soft when it comes to Esmé. You would never ruin her Christmas. And honestly, that kid could guilt-trip you out of coal faster than a speeding bullet.”

Kara snickers, grabbing the Santa costume Lena had procured. “Speaking of guilt trips, let’s talk about these outfits. Do I really have to wear a beard? Why can’t I be Mrs. Claus?”

“I think the kids would like the real thing, sis.” you offer, groaning as Kara holds up a glittery jingly elf hat with mock menace.

“You know what? I agree with Kara. Maybe we shouldn’t play into stereotypes.” you suggest.

Alex pats your shoulder. “Hey, at least you’re not Santa. You got the better deal.”

You glance at the hat, then at the red-and-white suit in Kara’s hands. Finally, your gaze lands on Lena, whose face is perfectly innocent, though you’re not buying it.

“If by better deal you mean not wearing the beard,” you grumble, “I’m still not convinced.”

Alex nudges you, looking far too pleased with herself. “C’mon. It’ll be fun. And for a good cause.”

You groan, grabbing the hat reluctantly. “Fine. But if anyone calls me cutie, I’m throwing candy canes at them.”

Kara grins, teasing. “You’ll make the cutest elf National City’s ever seen.”

“Coal,” you mutter darkly, stomping far away from the costume. “Everyone’s getting coal.”

It’s the day of the gala, and despite your best efforts to avoid it, there’s no backing out now. The conference room has been overtaken by a chaotic flurry of sequins, jingling bells, and red velvet capes that would make even a seasoned superhero cringe.

Lena stands near the rack of absurdly festive costumes, her eyes sparkling with way too much amusement. “You know, I always thought superheroes could pull off anything,” she quips, holding up a Santa beard. “But this might be my masterpiece.”

“I’ll give you that,” you mutter, tugging at your elf hat in abject misery. “It’s definitely something.”

Kara is already halfway into her Santa suit, the oversized belt slipping awkwardly around her waist. “Is it too late to fake an alien emergency?” she asks, clutching the beard like it’s her last lifeline.

“Not a chance,” Lena interjects, stepping closer with an air of mock authority. “You’re Santa, Kara. And you,” she says, turning to you with a grin that’s a little too pleased, “are the most charming elf this city has ever seen.”

“Charming, huh?” you deadpan, jingling your hat sarcastically. “Well, you’d better hope my charm distracts everyone from whatever this is.”

Lena just laughs, reaching up to adjust your hat. Her fingers linger a second too long against your temple, and the playful atmosphere shifts almost imperceptibly.

“You look perfect, darling.” she says softly, her voice dipping into something just for you.

“You're the worst.” You whine.

“I promise I’ll make it up to you tonight,” she says softly, voice low, sending warmth spreading through you. “I’ll give you the best Christmas gift you ever got.”

Before you can respond, Kara makes a dramatic retching sound. “Gross, so gross. That’s my little sister you’re talking about!”

You try to stifle a laugh, biting your lip to keep the moment from being completely ruined.

“Alright,” you say, now with a newfound resolve and excitement. “Let’s spread the Christmas spirit! Make some kids happy! Bring joy to the world! Get this over with so I can spread…” you look at Lena, a glint of mischief in your eyes. “Other things.”

Kara groans, throwing her hands up in mock surrender. “I hate it here.” she mutters, fully bearded up and clearly resigned to her fate.

The Foundation atrium glimmers under a canopy of twinkling lights and gold garlands, with an imposing Christmas tree as the centerpiece. At the podium, draped in Lena’s signature sleekness, stands an event itinerary. Amid the festive buzz, Kara struggles with her Santa suit’s awkward belt, while Alex takes as many pictures of you two as she can.

“Smile, Santa! Where's the spirit?” Alex asks, making Kara roll her eyes in response. “You smell like beef and cheese. You don’t smell like Santa.”

“And I'm about to turn you into the ghost of Christmas past.”

“I’m just saying, you're not looking like Santa from where I stand. Y/N, on the other hand…” Alex teases, gesturing at you, “is pulling off the elf thing a little too well.”

You shoot her a withering look. “And you’re pulling off being insufferable even better. Have you been practicing that?”

“Nah, I’m just that good.” Alex winks, unfazed, while Kara groans at her belt again.

Lena passes the three of you, exuding authority. “Enough, you three. We have guests arriving soon, and I need my helpers focused. Alex, stops distracting them.” She doesn’t have to say much more for Alex to understand she has somewhere else she needs to be.

The gala begins, Lena commanding the room with an effortless grace as she steps to the podium. Beneath the lights, she unveils a radiant gemstone encased in glass, its glow almost magical. Her voice is warm yet reverent as she recounts its lineage. “This heirloom is a symbol of resilience and generosity—values I believe we should reflect in our actions tonight.”

The applause crescendos, but your focus drifts to a figure in the corner of the room. His stance is too casual, his attention fixed on the display case. You frown, nudging Kara.

“See Scrooge over there?” you murmur.

Kara squints in the direction you indicate, her expression sharpening into one of concern. “Yeah. Definitely not here for the hors d’oeuvres.”

The figure near the display case shifts slightly, and you feel your instincts bristle. Kara leans in, her Santa beard barely staying in place as she whispers, “How do you wanna play it?”

You glance at Lena, who’s addressing a donor with poised charm. “Cool for now,” you mutter. “Let’s not ruin her big night unless we’re sure.”

Kara frowns but nods, keeping her voice low. “Alright, but if he makes a move, Santa’s coming to town.”

The man’s hand finally dips into his pocket, and your pulse quickens. “Kara,” you whisper urgently, “I think this is it.”

Kara steps forward, her cheerful “Ho, ho, ho!” ringing out louder than necessary. The crowd turns toward her, startled, as she waves exaggeratedly. “Merry Christmas, everyone! Who wants a picture with Santa?”

The distraction buys you a moment to move closer to the man. “Excuse me,” you say brightly, jingling your bells. “Can I help you with something?”

The man freezes, his expression carefully blank. “No, just admiring the display.”

Your smile tightens. “Well, it’s a beauty, isn’t it? But maybe you should admire it from over there. Wouldn’t want to block the view for the other guests.”

He hesitates for a beat too long, then retreats with a forced smile. Kara’s booming laughter fills the space as she sweeps a delighted child onto her lap, but her eyes never leave yours.

“This guy is up to something.” you murmur into the comms.

“Noted,” Alex replies. “Stay close, Little Helper. Santa might need backup sooner than we thought.”

Kara continues her Santa charade, bouncing another giggling child on her lap as she bellows, “Have you been naughty or nice this year?” The sheer volume of her voice makes even the chandeliers tremble, but it’s effective—nearly every eye is on her.

Meanwhile, you trail the would-be thief, staying just close enough to keep him from feeling entirely comfortable. He’s circling back toward the gemstone, but this time, he’s moving faster, more deliberately.

“Kara,” you murmur into the comms, “Scrooge is making his move.”

Kara responds with a booming laugh that somehow manages to be both cheerful and ominous. “Santa knows when you’ve been bad!” she announces, catching the man’s gaze across the room. He startles, nearly tripping over his feet, but quickly covers it with a nervous smile.

Alex’s voice cuts in. “I’ve got a clear visual of him. Stay on him, Little Helper. Let Santa handle the crowd.”

You smirk. “Roger that, Boss Frost.”

Lena, ever the observant one, catches your eye as you slip closer to the display. Her brow arches in silent inquiry, but instead of drawing attention, she adjusts her posture, subtly blocking the view of the crowd as the man reaches for the gemstone.

Without thinking, you jingle your bells obnoxiously and shout, “Santa! Someone’s trying to ruin Christmas!”

Kara steps forward, her voice booming through the atrium. “Ho, ho, ho! What’s this? A Grinch trying to steal Christmas?”

Heads swivel toward her, laughter and curiosity rippling through the crowd as Kara yanks at her Santa belt with exaggerated frustration. Throwing her arms wide, she grins, “Alright, folks, don’t worry. He won't turn this into a nightmare before Christmas!”

“Subtle,” Alex mutters, smirking as you both slip closer to the display case under the cover of Kara’s theatrics.

Kara, undeterred, grabs a candy cane from a nearby table and wields it like a sword. “Nobody messes with Christmas on my watch! I’ll tinsel them up like a Christmas tree!”

The thief freezes, clearly unsettled by the sudden attention. He glances at the exits but hesitates too long.

You step up behind him, moving with deliberate quiet. Then, with a light tap on his shoulder, you lean in. “Guess who?” you whisper. The thief jerks around, only for you to grin sharply. “It’s Cindy Lou, motherfucker.”

His eyes widen as he stumbles back into Alex, who’s already waiting, arms crossed.

“Feeling festive?” Alex asks dryly, blocking his path. “Or just really bad at this whole ‘stealth’ thing?”

The thief’s hand twitches toward his jacket, but Alex raises an eyebrow, daring him. “Don’t,” she warns. “Unless you’re pulling out mistletoe, in which case, I’m still not interested.”

The tension crackles for a moment before Kara’s voice cuts through. “Hey, Grinch! You’re not getting away from Santa that easily!” She waves the candy cane like a lasso, sending another round of laughter through the crowd.

The distraction buys you just enough time to hit the hidden panel on the display case, sealing the gemstone with a soft hiss.

“Gemstone secured,” you murmur, stepping back as the thief realizes his prize is out of reach. You smirk at him. “Next move on you, but remember, you're not home alone.”

He snarls, lunging toward the exit, but you catch his arm and twists it behind his back with ease. “Really?” you say, exasperated. “In front of the whole Whoville? Bad move, Grinch.”

Kara strolls up, still in character. “Ho, ho, ho! What’s this? A naughty list candidate caught in the act?” She leans down, grinning at the thief. “Santa told you to be good folks! That guy is definitely getting coal.”

“Alright, that’s enough,” Alex cuts in, dragging the thief toward the exit. “Let’s debrief our Grinch somewhere quieter before Lena realizes how close this got to disaster.”

Kara watches them go, and you hurry back to her side, to help her with the line of kids forming before her. “See? Nailed it. The Grinch didn’t stand a chance.”

You roll your eyes, suppressing a smile. “Sure, Santa. You really saved the day.”

Kara winks. “I always do, Cindy Lou Who.”

The rest of the event goes smoothly. Though no one in the crowd actually thought they were in any danger tonight—blaming it all on a fun play—you can still feel the energy in the room shift: more relaxed, more festive. The holiday magic is settling in.

You move to the side, leaning against the grand staircase railing, watching the crowd. Your thoughts scatter, and when you find a perfectly manicured eyebrow raised at you from the other side of the party, your thoughts belong to her and her alone.

When she finally reaches you, she doesn’t say anything at first—just takes your hand in hers, the warmth of her touch grounding you after the whirlwind of the night. She leans in, her voice low, a hint of playful affection dancing through her words. “My elf. My hero.”

You chuckle softly, feeling the flush creeping up your neck. You squeeze her hand, allowing the quiet between you to settle, the sound of the party dimming around you.

“I guess you can say that I’m a Christmas miracle,” you tease, the words light but laden with emotion.

Lena smiles, her thumb brushing across the back of your hand, her eyes never leaving yours. “Well, you are, in more ways than one.” Her voice softens, and for a moment, the world seems to shrink around you both. “I don’t know what I would do without you. I’m so happy I have you to spend Christmas with, now.”

Your heart stutters, the weight of her words settling over you like a blanket. You know Lena—strong, independent, always the one holding things together. But in this moment, with the soft glow of the Christmas lights framing her face, she feels more real, more vulnerable. And it makes something inside you twist.

“Lena," you begin, your voice shaky. “I love you.”

“Oh?” She steps back a little to scan your face. “That’s the first time you’ve said that.”

“That’s not true.” You shake your head as she furrows her brows, confused. “I’ve said it a million times... when you were sleeping next to me.”

She chuckles, her laughter like bells ringing in the quiet. “Well, I guess that makes two of us.” She comes closer for a kiss.

“Are you sure you’re going to kiss an elf in front of all these people?”

“I’d kiss this elf in front of the whole world.” And she does. She leans in, her lips brushing yours in a kiss so soft it feels like the world is holding its breath. It’s sweet and unhurried, the kind of kiss that feels like a promise, like the calm after the storm. When she pulls away, her fingers trail along your cheek, and her smile is filled with something deeper, something you can’t quite put into words.

You lean in, resting your forehead against hers, feeling the steadiness of her breath against your skin. 

“Merry Christmas, my love. I love you.”

Before you can answer, Alex’s voice cuts through the moment. “Merry Christmas, ya filthy animals! Now get your hands off my little sister, Luthor.”

“You’re gonna have to get used to it eventually, Alex.”

It’s Kara’s voice that chimes in from behind you this time. “Never!” But despite her words, her arms wrap around you both—belly and all—as she pulls Alex closer too. “I love you guys. Merry Christmas!”

Christmas has always been your favorite time of year, the season of magic and joy. But now, as you stand here with Lena’s hand in yours, Kara’s arm around your shoulders, and Alex’s grumbling failing to mask her affection, you realize you’ve found something even better. Family. Love. A home that glows brighter than any Christmas light ever could.

And if you could ask Santa for one thing—it would be that this, all of this, lasts forever.

[floccinaucinihilipilificationa]

Hey hey hey may 31th anon! How's 2024 going? ☆ヾ(*´▽｀)ﾉ This year I have for you a leaked Sherlock season 5 image. Thinking of you!! And everyone!!

[kakusu-shipping]

The Ideal polycule in Work, Around the House, and Date outfits

[thesearchforbluejello]

With the popularity of Ted Lasso, I'm genuinely just so glad that we got such a phenomenal show that has made an impact on so many people, and of course now we've also gotten the first season of Shrinking, which also knocked it out of the park.

But I still mourn Whiskey Cavalier every time I watch an episode of either of those.

There hasn't been a whole lot of tv I've actually enjoyed in the past several years, and these three feel like an absolute trifecta, but WC feels like the holy ghost at this point because there is SO MUCH of it in Ted Lasso and Shrinking-- it's so many of the same writers/directors/producers, but they're also just so similar right to their foundations. All three interrogate tv tropes and relationships (of all kinds!!!!!) and mental health through comedy, and Ted Lasso and Whiskey Cavalier actually interrogate an entire genre. I'd say that WC is more on that side than Ted Lasso even is, because although they definitely interrogate some of the tropes of sports fiction (toxic masculinity, anyone?), WC actually parodies spy fiction while playing itself as straight.

It just makes me absolutely feral to think about what more of Whiskey Cav would have looked like. A second season? A third? The development of the show from the original(-ish, one of the drafts) pilot to what was actually filmed shows so much growth and an acknowledgement that they could really work with what they had-- it turned from a show about a guy (hence the name) to a show about an entire team. Frankie took the spot as the second main character with Will once they cast Lauren Cohan (I don't think that happened before she was cast but I may be wrong) and another character was completely rewritten into Jai when Vir Das was cast. They had an entire plan for how to flip the TV trope of the will-they-won't-they relationship to a how-will-they-make-it-work relationship!!!!!! It would have been so good!!!!!! The amount of character development we got in just one season was far above and beyond anything else I've seen besides Ted Lasso and Shrinking, and honestly I think more actually happened specifically because they didn't have the assurance of more seasons (good thing they didn't assume, I guess) to build on things like the Ted Lasso Method™ but they still managed to do it without rushing it.

Honestly I feel like I could make a venn diagram of how all three of these shows all overlap and it would be hilarious. Excellent theme songs by well known artists without it feeling cheap? ✅✅✅ Excellent episodic music by well known artists also without it feeling cheap? ✅✅✅ Really well executed character development for ALL of the characters? ✅✅✅ Interrogation of tv tropes? ✅✅✅ More specifically, hilariously camp villains who still manage to take advantage of tropes to work? ✅✅ Incredibly well developed character relationships OF ALL KINDS that don't all hinge on only one romantic relationship as the centerpoint of everything? ✅✅✅ Queer characters who don't exist for the butt of a joke or solely as token queer characters? ✅✅✅ Every line is delivered with perfect comedic (or dramatic) delivery and timing? ✅✅✅

Anyway, this has been a barely coherent and very meandering way of saying that the fact that ABC put the episodes out of order really screwed things up, but Whiskey Cav really hit its stride there with the second half of season one and absolutely nailed the vibe they'd been working towards with the foundational episodes that came before them, and I just get SO ANGRY when I watch Ted Lasso and Shrinking despite the fact that they're both so good and I enjoy them so much because it makes me think about just how good a second (and third, damn it) season of Whiskey Cavalier would have been.

[alaspoon]

making art of my own fic that I havent fully written or posted anywhere is so fun its like I’m creating a secret little world just for me

[imaginedisish]

Lover, You Should've Come Over (Logan Howlett x Fem!Reader)

A/N: Get ready to cry. This is based on a request I received yesterday where the reader gets jealous of Jean. I tried to take this in a different direction just because I feel like this is a popular trope that has been done by many fantastic writers. It's also inspired by "Lover, You Should've Come Over," by Jeff Buckley. Hope you guys enjoy.

Summary: You've been pining after Logan since you joined the X-Men, and you're convinced he'll never love you back. He’s obsessed with Jean—always has been. Or...maybe he's not.

Warnings: SMUT 18+ MINORS DNI, Oral (f!receiving), fingering, PIV (unprotected...pls WRAP IT UP THIS IS FICTION!), overstimulation, multiple orgasms, f!reader/afab!reader, telepathic!reader, cocky!Logan, softdom!Logan (kinda? yeah.), non-canon compliant (you'll see what I mean...no spoilers), cursing, angst, feelings, implied mutant trauma (kinda a given in X-Men), probably some grammatical errors, I think that's it.

Word Count: 4,197 sorry

Wanting someone you can’t have—it’s that crying in the shower, pulling your legs into your chest, screaming into your pillow kind of heartache. You’ve come to know the feeling intimately. It’s an awful, horrid, stomach-churning kind of pain.

But you want him. Despite all the pain, you want him. Logan Howlett. You can’t seem to keep him off your mind. For the few months you’ve been one of the X-Men, Logan has been a constant. He’s always there—whether it’s to train or just to talk. But you know he’ll never want you. You see the way he looks at Jean. You wish you didn’t. You wish you were oblivious to that sort of thing. But you don’t need to use your telepathy to reach inside his mind for proof—you just know. 

You keep holding on, savoring every moment, every interaction you have with Logan. You sit on the lawn of the mansion with him, watching the sunset. You’ll come down to the living room late at night to find him sitting in front of the T.V. and join him. Sometimes he’ll drape an arm around your shoulder. He’ll draw circles into your side as you drift off. You’ll wake up the next morning back in your bed, Logan having carried you there long after you’ve fallen asleep. 

You’ve decided you’ll take all he’ll give you, even if it means nothing to him—even if it's platonic. 

But tonight, you wish something would come up through the floor and swallow you whole. A void, a black hole maybe. That would do the trick. Disappearing would make everything so much easier. The second-best thing to disappearing is sitting in the kitchen of the mansion, alone, with a pint of ice cream. You decide to practice your powers, moving the silver spoon with your mind, concentrating as you dig the spoon into the top of the pint and into your mouth. 

You hear a warm, familiar chuckle from the doorway as the spoon lands on your tongue. You look up, and there’s Logan, arms tucked across his chest. “Wish I could do that.”

You can’t help but smile around the spoon as he strides over to you, taking a seat on the stool next to yours. You slide the spoon out of your mouth and rest it on the napkin next to the ice cream. “Hey,” you mutter, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. 

His shoulder brushes against yours. He’s so close it hurts. You try to shove the pain down and enjoy the moment. 

“Was hoping I’d run into you down here. Thought maybe you’d be in bed already,” Logan says, his eyes locked on yours. 

You shake your head, doing your best to keep that fake smile plastered on your face. “Couldn’t sleep.” 

You can see the sudden concern appear on his face. “Everything okay?” He asks, tilting his head to the side. Fuck, you think to yourself. Maybe he’s catching on. 

“Yeah,” you murmur, looking down at the ice cream. “Just still having a hard time adjusting.” It wasn’t a lie. You had always struggled with your powers, longing to hide, to shove them down. Your whole life, you were either a freak or something to be used—whatever was most convenient in the moment. The struggle between visibility and forcing yourself to be “normal” was an impossible battle. You were no stranger to being taken advantage of or being experimented on.

Logan was the first person who understood that—understood you. He made you feel seen in a way that no one ever had. It’s part of the reason you’ve fallen so hard for him. 

His hand is suddenly on your back, yanking you from your thoughts and back to reality. “I’m here,” he whispers. “Whatever you need, anything.” 

Anything. You wish he really meant it. 

“Thanks, Lo.” You smile up at him, letting your eyes linger on his lips for just a second before looking back down at the ice cream. “Want some?” You ask, nodding at the pint. 

“Only if you feed it to me the way you did when I walked in.” You can hear the smirk in his voice as he taps the spoon. You side-eye him incredulously. “I mean it. Wanna see you do it again.” There’s a husk in his voice, a shift in his timber that sends a chill down your spine. You try not to think about it too much as you pick up the spoon with your mind. 

You guide the spoon inside the pint, scraping the top, and lifting it up towards Logan’s mouth. He opens wide as you lead the spoon inside, his tongue hitting the bottom as his lips close around it. The implications of the moment don’t dawn on you until he’s grabbing the spoon with his hands and sucking on the metal. There’s something undeniably suggestive about this. 

Heat rises to your chest as you replay the image of him taking the spoon into his mouth in your mind. It’s so intimate, so domestic. And, certainly, something else—something that makes you tick, that makes that familiar fire grow deep within your belly. 

But—like always—the moment doesn’t last long. You wince, feeling someone itching against your thoughts, prodding at your mental shields, begging to be let in. Suddenly, there’s another voice in your mind. 

I gotta try that myself. You flinch at the sound, taking the spoon from Logan’s hand and shooting it across the room to where you sense the person’s presence. You turn around, and there’s Jean, resisting the spoon’s trajectory with her mind. 

It's almost pressing into her skull, shaking in mid-air, ready to break her skin. You gasp and drop the spoon, embarrassed to have registered her as a threat. “I’m so sorry,” you say, watching as Jean crouches down and picks up the spoon. “I didn’t know that was you in there, I swear.”

You expect Logan to stand from the chair and rush over to Jean, but he stays next to you, glued to your side, the palm of his hand resting gently on your back. “Jean.” His voice is firm, almost cold and harsh. “What was that?” You’re surprised at how curt he’s being with her, surprised he remembered that you’re sensitive to people probing around your mind, even if it’s friendly. 

Jean mutters a curse. “I was just communicating with her. I didn’t think she’d—” 

Logan stands, his hand still steady at your back. “Don’t do that again. Ever.” His voice is louder now, heavier. 

She whispers an apology, setting the spoon on the counter and walking towards the doorway. “I really didn’t mean to hurt you,” she says. “I should’ve remembered given your…” she pauses, searching for the word, “past…that it wouldn’t be a good idea.” She takes another tentative step. “I’ll leave you two alone,” she says, and she slips out. 

Logan settles back into the stool next to you. You’re shocked that he’s still here, that he hasn’t run away yet. You can hear him breathe—in and out—gentle, long breaths. You close your eyes and listen, the sound calming you down. You’re still expecting him to leave, to walk away, but he doesn’t. 

“You okay?” He asks, your eyes fluttering open, his voice hanging in the air. His head is tilted to the side, worry painted across his face. 

“Y-yeah. I’m fine,” you stutter, your voice cracking. “You don’t have to stay with me. You can go check on her if you want.” You nod towards the doorway—to wherever Jean wandered off to. 

“And why would I do that?” Is all he says in return, furrowing his brows. 

You put on that fake smile again. “I almost jammed a spoon into her forehead because she spoke to me telepathically.” You shake your head. “Don’t really think my reaction was particularly friendly—or something that good people do.” You break eye contact with Logan and look to the other side of the kitchen. “Plus, you two are…close.”

“Hey.” His voice is firm again, but gentle this time, reassuring. His hand slips across your back and rests on your waist. You’re so shocked by the contact that you almost miss what he says. “First of all, she knows better. Charles warned her about what you’ve been through. And second…” He trails off, smirking at you. “I’d rather be with you.”

Oh? Oh. He’d rather be with you. 

“I just thought, you know, you and Jean were…” You’re too embarrassed to finish the sentence and too nervous to hear him say the words you’ve been dreading most. 

He shakes his head, that smirk still spread across his lips. “No, it’s not Jean I want. Never has been.” 

Your breathing becomes shaky—your heart beating rapidly in your chest. “If it’s not Jean, then—” 

Logan cuts you off as he suddenly moves. His arm lifts from your waist as he stands, turning your stool around so your back is against the cold countertop. He’s gripping the arms of the stool now, caging you in. Your mind is hazy—you can’t concentrate with him this close. 

“You think I do the shit I do with you with Jean too, hm?” He’s towering over you, his head cocking to the side, his voice self-assured and confident. “Think I’m watching movies and sunsets with her? Carrying her to bed, too?” 

You’re overwhelmed, dizzied by his words, his size, him. “Just thought that—”

“Just thought what?” He cuts you off again. “That I didn’t want you, darlin’?” He brings his lips to the shell of your ear, one hand moving from the counter to your hip. “Wanted you this whole time,” he huffs, goosebumps rising on your arms. “Only you.” He presses a kiss to your ear, and then just underneath your jaw. 

“Logan,” you whisper. “W-want you too,” you choke out, your hands coming up and around his back. “B-but someone’s gonna walk in on us.” 

He’s ignoring you, biting your pulse point lightly and licking the pain away. “Let them,” he husks, refusing to stop. You instinctively bring your hands up to the nape of his neck, your nails digging in slightly. He groans at the contact, his chest heaving against yours. 

“One of the kids is catch us in here, or somebody else,” you mutter, his face still buried in the crook of your neck. “W-we should—”

“Go to my room.” He finishes your thought. 

“Please.” 

And then he’s picking you up from the chair, his hands under your thighs, grabbing your ass. You wrap your legs around his waist as he prowls out of the kitchen. He looks both ways as he crosses the hallway and makes his way to the stairs. There’s no one in sight. He carries you up the steps and down the hall to his room, practically breaking down the door as he swings it open and slams it shut. 

And then he’s laying you down on his bed, crawling over you, pressing his forehead against yours. “Wanted you in here sooner,” he murmurs, his lips just inches from yours. “Hoped you’d come over one night. You should’ve.”

His lips crash down onto yours before you can find the words to say. He’s starving for you, swallowing your moans as his hands slip under your shirt, his nails digging lightly into your sides. “So fucking beautiful,” he rasps against your lips. Everything is desperate and rushed, hands pawing at bare skin in the dim light of his room. 

Logan tugs on the hem of your shirt, rolling it up your body and over your head. He tosses it to the side as he sits up on his knees, taking you in. He curses under his breath, looking you up and down. 

“Logan,” you whine, arching your back. You need his hands on you again, his lips. Something. Anything. 

“I know, pretty girl,” he soothes, his fingers hooking inside the waistband of your shorts. “Gonna take care of you.” He yanks them down your legs, leaving you in just your bra and panties. 

He pulls off his own shirt, tossing it carelessly, letting it get lost on the floor. He settles back down over you, balancing on his forearm as his free hand finds your waist. He slides up to the bottom of your bra, teasingly pulling on the fabric before slipping his hand behind your back—skillfully unclasping the bra with one easy motion. You arch your back again, the bra straps sliding down your arms as Logan tosses the bra to the floor, too. 

“Fuck,” he mumbles, his hand tracing the curves of your breasts, massaging gently. “Perfect.” He captures your lips in another kiss as his thumb ghosts over your nipples, just barely giving you the relief you need before pinching softly. The pressure feels so good, so right, but it’s not enough. 

He draws circles around your nipples with his thumb, the sensation feeding the aching fire between your legs. Your hips involuntarily lift off the mattress, meeting his. “Need me that bad, huh?” He is always so incredibly cocky, even now—especially now. He knows exactly what he’s doing to you, and what to do next. 

Logan grinds his erection into your core. You can feel how big he is, the weight of him heavy against your cunt even in his jeans. You clench around nothing, whining his name as his strained cock teases your panty-clad pussy. “You want me to make you feel good, pretty girl?”

“Y-yes,” you stutter, biting your lips as his hand leaves your tits and sweeps down your stomach, stopping just above your clit. He slides his fingers down just a bit more, feeling where your arousal seeps through your panties. 

“Already soaking for me, sweetheart.” The bassy timber of his voice stokes that flame deep within your belly. Without warning, he’s hooking his fingers into the waistband of your panties and yanking them down your legs. “Can’t wait anymore, pretty girl,” he whispers. “Wanna taste this pussy.” He kisses your belly button, leaving a trail down the rest of your stomach as his mouth travels to where you need him most. 

There’s something depraved about the way he’s crawling down your body, taking in every inch of you. He spreads your legs apart with the palms of his hands—his thumbs brushing against your bare skin, licking teasingly at your inner thighs as he settles in between them. 

He pauses, looking at you under hooded eyes. You can see the want—no, the need—in the way his muscles flex and how he works his jaw. But he’s hesitating, his breath hot against your core, sending another jolt of desire through your body. Your chest rises and falls rapidly, your eyes searching his for his next move. 

He finally presses a kiss to your clit. “You don’t understand how you make me feel,” he mumbles against your heat, licking a long stripe through your folds and back to your clit. “No idea how long I’ve fucking wanted you.” You throw your head back, whimpering his name as he laps again and again. He’s starving, and you’re the only thing that can satiate his hunger. His tongue swirls around your clit, flicking it, taking it in between his lips and sucking hard. 

Your hips lift off the mattress and Logan quickly moves to hold them down. “You’re not going anywhere, darlin’,” he grunts against you, the vibration of his voice going straight to your core. 

His free hand slips up the inside of your thighs, teasingly climbing higher and higher, his nails skimming your flesh. He’s toying with you, leading you on, taking his time. His fingers finally ghost over your folds, exploring you, stroking up and down as his tongue laps at your cunt. 

Logan prods your entrance with two fingers, slipping in just a bit, testing the waters. “Please,” you beg, pushing your hips down in an attempt to sink his fingers deeper into you. He stops you, his hand still firmly holding your hips down, refusing to give you the release you’re dying for. 

“So fucking impatient, aren’t you?” He tuts. And then he’s shoving two fingers all the way inside you, down to his knuckles. “Such a pretty pussy.”

“F-fuck!” You cry out, your eyes rolling into the back of your head as he sets a relentless pace. He’s drinking you in, sucking roughly, his long fingers pumping in and out with a vengeance. 

“’This what you wanted, pretty girl?” He asks condescendingly in between laps. You’re too fucked out to form a sentence, your legs trembling underneath him. You know he’s loving this—loving that you’re a wet, needy, whimpering mess. 

Your walls squeeze around his fingers, your swollen clit throbbing as he laps at you. You’re so close already. “Lo,” you call out, fisting the sheets of his bed. Everything in here smells like him: pine and mint and musk and tobacco and that thing that’s uniquely Logan. It’s all so overwhelming and overstimulating. You’re ready to fall apart, to melt into nothingness. “S-so close.”

He squeezes your hip. “I know, sweetheart,” he soothes, his pace unwavering as his fingers fuck into you, scissoring inside you, drawing you closer to your climax with that come-hither motion he does so well. Your walls flutter again. “That’s it,” he coos. “Wanna feel you come—wanna know what it tastes like.” He licks harder, faster. “Let go for me, darlin’.” 

He pushes you over the edge, pleasure warming your belly as you let go. It washes over you in waves, his fingers still pumping in and out, his tongue still hanging on to the taste of you. You ride it out, his thumb brushing your hip, coaxing you through it. His fingers slip out of your cunt, but his head is still buried between your legs. You shudder as he licks long, slow stripes through your folds. 

“So fucking sweet,” he growls, still starving for more. “Not done with you yet.”

Fuck. 

But you need more—need his cock deep inside you, pounding into you. You need him in front of you, his lips on yours. 

“Logan,” you whine, your voice shaky and trembling just like the rest of your body. He finally lifts his head, his hair a disheveled mess, your juices glistening on his lips and his chin. The sight of him makes your breath hitch in your throat. There’s a feral, needy look in his eyes. He’s starving for more of you, and you’re not quite sure he’ll ever get enough. 

But he can see your chest heaving and the desire in your own eyes. He knows what you need—he always does. He sits up on his knees, staring at you while he slowly unbuckles his belt. The tension is palpable, the clinking of his belt against the hardwood floors cutting through it like a hot knife—the only sounds the melding of your quick breaths and the shuffling of bed sheets as Logan finally comes up to meet you. 

He's balancing on his forearm as he unbuttons his jeans, undoing the zipper and shoving the denim and his boxers down his legs. You swallow at the sight of his cock springing against his stomach. You had felt his erection before, but he is far bigger than you ever anticipated. 

With one hand on his cock, he lowers himself in between your thighs. You instinctually spread your legs for him, inviting him in. He nudges against your entrance, taking his time. 

His forehead meets yours, your chests flush against each other’s, panting in sync. You’re both waiting with bated breath, his tip slipping inside, but stopping short before going any farther. 

His Adam’s apple bobs in his throat. “Thought I’d never have you,” he confesses, pushing his tip a bit further in. “Would’ve given up anything for this. Would’ve waited forever.”

“You don’t have to,” you murmur.  “I’m right here. I’m yours.” 

“Mine?”

“All yours.”

And then he’s pushing deep inside you, down to the hilt, bottoming out. He swallows your moans with a kiss, biting your lip, drawing blood, and licking it away. “All fucking mine.” He stays buried inside you, unmoving. “Wanna stay inside you forever, sweetheart,” he growls, your heart bursting at the thought.

He pulls himself all the way out and all the way back in, stretching you out, working you open. You look down in between your bodies and watch as his cock disappears inside of you. “Feels s-so fucking good,” you stammer, already drunk off him. 

“Like watching me fuck into you?” Logan husks, picking up his pace, his hips snapping into yours. 

“Y-yes,” you whimper. His muscles flex as he ruts into you. He takes the hand that was on his cock and brings it in between your bodies, his fingertips quickly finding your clit and giving it a soft pinch. Your back arches off the mattress at the sensation. 

Logan hums at your reaction. “So sensitive,” he groans. “Taking me so good, sweetheart.” You can feel him losing control as he rams into you, his thrusts growing harder with each pump of his cock. He’s drawing firm, fast circles into your core. 

It’s all too much, him, his cock, his fingers. Your skin is on fire, your nipples pushing against his chest—the friction absolutely delicious. You’re already so close, just a few steps away from the ledge, and you’re ready to fall. 

“Know you’re close, darlin’,” Logan moans in between kisses. “Can feel you squeezing me.” 

You hum in response, but Logan refuses to let up. His pace is beyond brutal, pounding into you over and over again, his fingers working your clit in tandem. Your muscles contract around him, gripping tightly. 

“That’s it,” he murmurs. “So fucking tight, so fucking warm.” His praises are more than you can handle. “You gonna come on my cock, just like this?” 

“Yes, fuck, Logan!” You’re a babbling mess, his name the only thing on your mind, on your lips, hanging in the air like it’s a sacred prayer. Everything is him, and it always has been. In this moment and in every other, he is your end and your beginning. 

 “Let go for me, sweetheart. Know you can do it for me.” His deep voice is all you need to walk you through it. You’re breaking down, coming on his cock, the pleasure coursing through your veins, spreading like an untamable fire. 

He’s stroking your clit long after you’ve come, still snapping his hips into yours, still working up towards his own orgasm. His pace is getting sloppier, but he shows no signs of stopping. You can feel yourself growing overstimulated, his cock rubbing against your walls, his fingers circling your clit. “S’too much,” you whine, your nails digging into his arms, your legs wrapping around his waist. 

Logan presses himself closer to you, as close as he possibly can be. “You’ve got one more in you, sweetheart,” he coaxes, not letting up. “Know you can take it.”

You’re breathless, clinging onto him helplessly. You’re clamping down on him again, taking him deeper than you did before. He’s hitting that sweet spot with every thrust. “Lo,” you whimper. “I’m gonna—”

“I know, darlin’,” he grunts. You can feel him throbbing inside you. “Let it happen, I’ve got you. I’m not going anywhere.” 

The tension is snapping again, breaking in half as he pulls another orgasm from you. You shudder as you come for a third time, overstimulated and beyond fucked out. You know he’s close behind, his hips slowing down, his forehead pressed against yours. He slips his hand away from your clit and around your back, pulling you closer to his chest. It’s so intimate, so perfect. 

“F-fuck,” he mumbles. “Where do you want me to—”

You hold him closer. “Stay,” you whisper. “Want you inside. Wanna feel you come.”

“Oh fuck,” he mutters, plunging deep inside you, his muscles tensing as he fills you up, your name on his lips. His thrusts slow, pumping in and out every now and then before finally stopping. 

You stay like this for a few minutes, his arm keeping you tight against his chest, his cock still buried inside you and your foreheads still pressed together. 

He brings a hand up to your cheek, his thumb brushing gently across your skin. You sigh, your eyes fluttering open and closed. 

He shakes his head. “I always wanted you,” he says, his voice low and raspy. “The whole time. It was only ever you.” 

His words could make you cry. It’s everything you’ve ever hoped to hear. You smile, his hand finding its way to the crook of your neck, his fingers lightly stroking your sensitive skin. “Can’t believe I didn’t see it,” you breathe, your voice laden with sleepiness. “I never knew. Thought you’d never want me.”

“I’ll always want you.” His cock finally slips out of you, leaving you feeling empty. His legs tangle with yours, his lips pressing a chaste kiss to your temple. “Would’ve waited forever for you, darlin’.”

“Forever?”

“Longer.”

[semiis]

their cuddle positions w/haikyuu

pairing: various x reader

genre: headcanons ; fluff

warning(s): none

a/n: this is an old post i uploaded on my hq blog from 2020. this was one of my favorites so I thought it was be nice to post it again. back then, i went with the ones i wrote for so i'm keeping it just the way it is. i’m really sorry if your favorite isn’t there. i hope you guys like them !!

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atsumu, ushijima, daichi ⥼ the sweetheart cradle. i personally think this would be his go to cuddling position. his arm wrapped around you, holding you close while he lays on his back, your head buried deep into his chest while you inhale the scent of his cologne. most definitely pats or strokes your head as a sign of comfort or whispers nothing but comforting words to you. 

suna, kageyama, tsukishima ⥼ the leg hug. i don’t know why, but this is definitely you guy’s go to. the two of you would be chilling on either one’s bed, sleeping, on the phone, playing games etc. while one of your legs are entangled together. it’s much more relaxing to him and you both get the physical contact you were craving from each other. 

oikawa, sugawara, kita, asahi ⥼ the honeymoon hug. oikawa loves the physical affection between you two and whenever he’s feeling touch starved this is his go to. the both of you are entwined together, holding the other tight, arms wrapped around each other - almost as if refusing to let go. his chin (or yours) is delicately propped up on top of yours. he can feel your breath against the crook of his neck and he adores it. sometimes find him or yourself peppering soft kisses on the other. 

bokuto, lev, yamaguchi ⥼ the spoon. he loves cuddling, especially when it’s with you. he mostly loves cuddling after a long day a practice when he’s beat and worn out.  he lives for having his arms securely around your torso while your back is pressed up against his chest. you would sometimes find his hands caressing your sides or arms and he’d be eager to leave the most tender kisses against the back of your neck. 

hinata, osamu, noya, tanaka ⥼ the butt pillow. you or him laying on your stomach while the other has their head propped up on your butt. also an easy way to tease his s/o. he loves it. the “best pillow in the room” and the only one you guys want to lay your head against. it’s common if he strokes/caresses your leg, might even draw an invisible heart on it. 

tendou, kuroo, iwaizumi, semi ⥼ the cradle. he enjoys when you're laying on top of him, legs on either side of his body, cradling him while his arms hold you firm against his chest. you listen to the sound of his heartbeat and almost find yourself falling asleep to the soothing, rhythmic sound. 

kenma, sakusa, akaashi ⥼ the lap pillow. he’s fond of laying his head in your lap and often finds himself doing it every time he comes over to your place and vice versa. play with his hair, stroke his cheek with your finger, boop his nose, bend over to place kisses on his face - all of them would make him melt. loves peering up at your face from that angle and admires just how attractive you are. 

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﹙𝓲ssue﹚ㅤ:ㅤclingy boyfriendsㅤ...ㅤ( 엔하이픈 )

ㅤㅤ﹙2189﹚ ㅤ장르 fluff fluff fluff, est. relㅤㅤwarnings a few kisses and pecksㅤㅤᐢᗜᐢ had sm fun writing this bc i love cuddles. happy reading ^^ please rb and give feedback, it helps a lot ^_^ iNDEX requested

HEESEUNG

“hee, i need to go,” you whine, trying to get out of his arms but his grip only gets tighter around you as he keeps holding you against him, laying on top of you. he has always been clingy, but he’s especially clingier today— been holding you for the past thirty minutes and refusing to let go. 

you like this— on contrary to your words. it’s nice when he’s being this cute and clingy. you feel him press a few tender kisses on the base of your neck, something that always makes your heartbeat faster.

“i see,” is all he says, propping his chin up on your chest, pretending to think as he looks up at you. you mouth a quiet ‘please’ and he chuckles, burying his face in your chest again. “no,” 

and you groan again while he continues to hold onto you stubbornly. he holds you even closer when you try to resist, a sigh falling off your lips as you seem to give up. “lunch is not going to make itself,”

“lunch can wait,” the words are muffled against your chest but you can hear him smiling. it’s only a few seconds until he looks up at you, stealing a quick peck before shooting you a grin. “let me hold you for a little longer, darling,”

JONGSEONG

he said it would be just a few kisses but it has been quite a while since you’ve been on jay’s lap, and his arms only seem to wrap tighter around you. you lift your head up from his shoulder, looking at him with a slight pout. “how long are you going to keep this up?”

“dunno, sweetheart,” he whispers against your lips, tilting his head to the other side to go in for a few feathery kisses on your cheeks and lips before looking at you longingly. “can’t seem to get enough of your lips today,”

and the club room is not the most ideal place to kiss since a student— or worse, a teacher— could walk in anytime. usually he’s the responsible one, making sure you two don’t get caught during your sneaky kisses and meetups between classes. however today, his mind is far away from thinking about anyone else but you.

“your new chapstick—” he speaks between the kisses, fingers drawing soft circles on your back as he pulls you closer. “is it cherry?”

you nod, one hand on his chest while the other on the back of his neck. “yep, i got it yesterday,”

“forgive me for taking up a little more of your time,” he chuckles, leaning in and capturing your lips in another kiss. he kisses you for longer this time, a bit slower, savouring the taste of your chapstick and the feeling of your lips moving against his. he pulls away reluctantly and lowly chuckles under his breath. “gosh, i can never get enough of you.”

JAEYUN

“sorry for being too clingy, angel,” he whispers, nuzzling his face deeper into the crook of your neck as his arms tighten around your waist, pulling you closer. “you’re so warm, it’s nice,”

“you’re always like this,” you giggle, reaching out to brush his hair with your fingers. it’s always nice to have him spooning you as if no worries exist and it’s just you, him and your bed in this entire world.

you feel his lips trailing over the back of your neck down to your shoulders, planting soft and tender kisses in their wake. it doesn’t take you much to melt in his embrace— just a few kisses with his arms around you usually do the job.

“i hope you don’t mind it,” he says with a quiet laugh, turning you slightly towards him to look at your face. “you’re my sweetheart, the love of my life. i can barely spend an hour without you,”

and all you do is laugh at his words, a sound so melodious that it makes his smile grow wider. jake shifts a little, propping himself on his elbow before leaning in and smothering your face in kisses and whispering sweet nothings in between, his heart fluttering at the sound of your giggles. 

“watching you being clingy is my favourite thing in the world,” you manage to speak between his endless kisses and pecks, cupping his cheeks tenderly. 

the smile never leaves his lips, only growing wider as he presses his lips against your cheeks and gives you a few pecks before his lips are back onto yours. “you are my favourite thing in this world,”

SUNGHOON

“don’t you dare move,” you freeze at his words, surprise evident on your face. he doesn’t give you a chance to speak, pulling you closer with your back pressing up against his chest. “you’re not going anywhere,”

it’s new, almost rare for sunghoon to be this clingy. usually, he prefers you sitting next to him, arms linked or fingers intertwined, your head on his chest with his head on yours, kissing it every few seconds. but this— his arms basically engulfing you from behind and making it hard for you to focus on the movie with the way his chin rests on your shoulder, breath tickling against your neck— is usual, and you like it. 

“let me go get more popcorn,” you stifle your laugh, gazing at him from the corner of your eyes. you try your best to sound convincing, even though his arms only wrap tighter around you. “i’ll be back in a minute,”

“i said, no,” he tries to sound firm, although you chuckle at how cute he sounds and looks, his lips pressed together, brows furrowed. he catches you looking at him and narrows his eyes at you before shaking his head, kissing your forehead. “you’re not going anywhere until i say so, princess,”

you end up laughing, giving up on your request and relax in his arms, leaning back completely against his chest. “you’re so cute when you’re clingy,”

sunghoon only hums with his face against the crook of your neck. you can feel him leaving a few kisses there before he looks up, kissing the top of your head, whispering softly. “you feel too good in my arms for me to let you go,”

SUNOO

the silence and dim lights in your room almost lull you into sleep, the warm comforter only making the process easier before you hear sunoo whisper in the dead of the night, although not long after you’ve come to bed to sleep. “come closer,”

your stay quiet in your position for a few seconds before shifting closer to your boyfriend, arms slithering around his waist. “you okay?” 

and it’s not really rare for sunoo to ask you to sit or lay close to him. in fact, he would trade anything to cuddle with you and have you all nice and snug against him. although, the fact that he likes his own personal space while sleeping stands false for now, because he pulls you even closer, your body basically pressed up against him completely. 

he nods, burying his face in your hair while his hands trace up and down on your back, his soothing touch making you smile at the sensation. “i just want to hold you,”

your smile only grows wider at his words and you swear your can feel the thumping of your heart that paces as he starts leaving fluttering kisses on your cheeks. “you can hold me as much as you want,”

it only takes him a few seconds before he pulls you even closer, positioning you on top of him and enjoying the way your head rests on his chest. his hand continues to caress your back while the other fixes the comforter over you two. “this is better,”

JUNGWON

“baby,” you hear his voice as soon as he enters through the door, quickly shuffling out of his shoes and making his way to you before wrapping you in his arms. “gosh, i’ve missed you, my love,” 

it’s cute, especially the way he’s almost lifting you off your feet while hugging, having you on your tippy toes. a few seconds in and he’s swaying you left and right, mumbling something against your shoulder that you can’t quite catch. “you’re squeezing me, wonie,”

“can’t help it,” he gives a quick response, lifting his head up slightly to look at you. it’s quiet for a few moments, just him admiring you as if taking in your face and remembering every little detail about it. you smile simply at the lack of words, finding his expression utterly sweet before he continues. “i missed you so so much. so damn much, you have no idea.”

you giggle at his words, poking his nose gently with your index finger, his arms holding you by your waist. “i think i do. those voice messages everyday give me a slight idea,”

he can’t help but laugh sheepishly, looking away briefly. it’s true he spammed you with texts and voice notes, and they were about everything— the weather, what they had for breakfast, the poor joke some member made or the way a cloud looked like you— everything.

“i’m never going on tours again,” he whispers between the quick kisses he plants all over your face, your eyes squinting at the act, something that, according to him, makes you look even more adorable. “too much for my heart,”

NI-KI

riki positions himself on top of you, basically burying you under himself on the couch and engulfing you in his embrace. it’s warm and nice— you can barely breath, trying to wriggle your way out before he mumbles against your shoulders. “stop moving,”

“i can’t breathe, ‘ki,” you manage to muffle out, your arms encircling around his much larger frame. he knows you are going to slip out from under him if he moves, probably laying on top of him— which he loves just as much as this, but laying on top of you is way more fun.

“so spoiled,” he grunts from your neck, although not moving for another few seconds before he shifts slightly and switches to a position where you can breathe properly. “better?”

you huff when he calls you spoiled as if reminding him of the postion you two were in. riki had practically begged for cuddles while you were working on a project, saying he’ll help you with it later. although, you two are more likely to end up sleeping in each other’s arms than getting up to work on the project.

if laying on top of you was not enough, he nuzzles his face even further in your neck as if he isn’t already close enough. you squint your eyes at him, poking his cheeks with your finger. “you are spoiled,” 

“well push me off yourself if you have a problem,” he says with a scoff, raising an eyebrow up at your silence. he wonders if you’re contemplating in silence, but when your arms wrap around him a bit more tightly, making him chuckle as he leans down to press his cheeks against yours. “thought so,”

[waldau-archived]

the most handsome man in the world — seventeen | 1,165 words | fluff

i just needed to get this out of my system okay

gender neutral reader. warnings: none.

premise: you tell your boyfriend you've seen a guy you consider to be the most handsome man in the world, wait for him to react, and then show him a picture of him that you took. you know, because he's the most handsome man in the world.

seungcheol

what do you mean you’ve seen a guy more handsome than him? isn’t he broad enough to fill up your entire line of vision? pouts at you cooing over said man on your phone till you hit a little nerve by saying the guy looks like he’d be so good to cuddle with that he immediately marches over to see who you’re giggling over. only to find his face staring back at him. immediately wipes off his frown and tickles you for having done something like that.

jeonghan

is aware that this has to be one of your traps where you want to draw a reaction out of him, so he holds out on giving any commentary for however long he can. it’s only when you roll over in bed, clutching your phone to your chest does he finally break, sneakily pulling you into himself so he can see who you’re talking about. it’s him, of course. had no doubt it would be him but he had to confirm. becomes the big spoon for the rest of the night.

joshua

you don’t ever bring up other people or their attractiveness in conversations, so joshua is mildly interested in hearing if you’re going to elaborate on this guy. doesn’t even consider said person to be a threat till you say something about this guy looking reliable enough to imagine a future with. his curiosity wins and he leans over to see his face lighting up your screen. gives you a kiss to remind you he’s going to fulfill that dream one day.

junhui

is torn between wanting to know who this person is and also not wanting to know because…do you actually find another guy more attractive than him? didn’t you say he’s the most handsome person you know? keeps to himself till you run up to him and show him your phone, only for him to see a picture he’d sent you when he’d been working out at the gym. makes sure to take some more photos for you.

soonyoung

laughs. oh, yeah? really? but then it turns out you’re not joking, because you’re blushing over someone he doesn’t even know? and you’re not telling him about it? chases you around the house to sneak a peek at your phone and collapses into a blushing mess when he realizes it’s him you’re talking about. gives you bear hugs and forces you to cuddle with him for a while to make up for the stress you caused him.

wonwoo

raises an eyebrow when he hears you talking about this really handsome guy you saw in the queue at the cafe today. gets curious the more you talk about him; how didn’t he notice this guy when you did? traps you in place against the wall to see who you’re talking about and can’t help but smirk when he sees it’s himself. gives you a smug kiss and tells you he wants to hear more about what you think of this guy.

jihoon

hears you, nods, focuses his attention back to the song he’s working on and wonders if it could use some more bass. it’s only when he’s about to finalize the song does he realize you were talking about…someone else? spins around to see you lounging on the couch and asks who you were talking about because he wants to jog his memory. feels slightly satisfied when he sees a picture of himself. so he did hear you right. he didn’t.

seokmin

he’s more curious about who you consider to be hot apart from him, more than the fact that this other guy could be a threat to him. indulges in you talking about this guy and theorizes about who it could be till you finally just show him who you were talking about because he apparently couldn’t get a hint. oh. it’s him. he blinks. almost squeals. peppers your face with kisses because his mind is all blank except for you.

mingyu

pouts. becomes a grumpy baby. even if you’ve seen someone more handsome than him (which is impossible, by the way), do you have to rub it in his face? feels more antsy the longer you talk to him about this guy. pulls the puppy face till you show him who you’re looking at. seeing his face on your screen is the last thing he expected, somehow. feels relieved for a few seconds before he makes you promise never to scare him again like that. takes payment in the form of cuddles.

minghao

another one who knows this is one of your ideas to get him to react some way. nods along and even says oh, really? when you tell him about how handsome this guy is, and how you feel kind of shy when you just think about him. doesn’t even need to look at your phone to know there’s no one else you’re talking about, so he tilts your chin to make you face him and presses a kiss to your lips, asking you if that’d help make you less shy.

seungkwan

you’re seriously talking about another guy? right now? stares at you in disbelief, at the fact that you’d do this after he spent his morning making you breakfast and cuddling with you because you seemed a bit exhausted. he’s sure he’s stared enough to burn a hole through your head. you roll over with a laugh and show him who you were looking at. it’s his own self bent over the stove, trying to figure out how to switch it on. pouts and doesn’t face you till you lure him with kisses.

vernon

overhears you talking on the phone with your friend about this handsome guy you saw while you were out on a walk today evening. you don’t stop talking about how he looked at you, how nice his smile was, and how good he looked against the setting sun. his brain runs in loops trying to figure out which guy looked at you like that while your hand was in his. opens his phone to see some pictures you’d taken of him, with the sun setting in the back. smiles and presses a kiss to your head when you’re done with your call.

chan

instantly competitive. him being drunk doesn’t change the fact that he’s the most handsome man in the world. struggles to pull himself out of your embrace to see who you’re talking about so he can give both of you a piece of his mind, only to find a picture of himself smiling goofily at the camera. that’s me, he says, mind a bit slow. where’s the guy you were talking about? turns out he’s the one you’re talking about. snuggles back into you like nothing was ever wrong.

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[indulgentdaydream]

How do you think Jason Todd sleeps, like sleeping positions

I'm so glad you asked

also i'm treating this as x reader hope you don't mind

actually i'm going to go off on a tangent first

jason is trained to be as silent as possible. not to draw attention to himself when he doesn't need to. he may be built like a fucking unit/ a militarized fridge, but he knows how to be quiet

that's why i don't think that when he has nightmares that he's waking up screaming/flailing around/punching air. Sure, he's panicking, but he's so used to keeping that under wraps that the most he'll wake up with in a small gasp. maybe a jolt.

after he's awake, of course, is when the panicking starts, the heavy breathing, the sitting up, the pacing, the crying, what not.

(i'm speaking from my own experience. I have consistent nightmares. I've been raised to never make a sound as to not bother others. At most I wake up with a deep breath and pushing myself up onto my elbows.)

now that we have THAT out of the way.

jason, by himself, DEFINITELY spreads out wide on whatever surface he's sleeping on

that man is only sleeping when he's on the verge of passing out.

most times, before dating you, he would get back from patrol, shuck his helmet and armour off, then just belly flop onto the nearest, softest surface and be OUT for a minimum of six hours

sometimes it was the floor. safehouses aren't always furnished

poor guy would usually forget to brush his teeth, too

he meets you and within the next few days goes to the dentist for the first time in a while because he wants to look and be good so you'll like him back

baby had 16 cavities :(

ANYWAYS

with you? good luck moving

he's gotta be touching you in some way. whether he's fully wrapped around you, spooning you, head tucked into your hair/the back of your neck when it's cold, trying to both keep you warm and steal some of your warmth

or a simple hand on your stomach/back/arm/thigh when it's too hot to be fully cuddling

he just needs to know you're still there and that you didn't leave him in the middle of the night

he's insecure :( leave him alone

actually do the opposite marry that man and never let him go

occasionally will let you spoon him, but he doesn't necessarily like it because he feels like he's very closed to being suffocated

loves when you lay on his chest though! he can easily push you off if it gets too much, but for some reason it feels more weighted blanket than suffocation by pillow to the face.

let him lay on your chest as well.

maybe not all the way. he'll keep only half of his weight on you when doing so.

he's SUCH a stomach sleeper. only sleeps on his back when in unfamiliar places. easier to get up that way.

y'all have any kind of animal? you're coming home to find him napping with them wherever. bed? check. floor? more than once. if it's a dog, dog bed? you're chiding him because you now how filthy that thing can become.

he's a sleeperrrrr

let him sleep

help him get rid of his eyebags by giving him some warm milk and tucking him in

100% played with your hair one night while falling asleep and now needs to do it every night otherwise he has a hard time

[haveihitanerve]

No but okay guys i want you to imagine Damian Al Ghul. 

Little damian who is only ten years old. Who doesn't understand the concept of affection. 

Who colors instead of watching a family favorite movie because he believes it is a sacred family tradition and he is not truly a part of the family, even though they picked this movie specifically so that he could watch it

Who watches Bruce laugh with Dick and Tim and feels resentment because he has never been looked at that way, even though Bruce tries

Who sees Duke and Cass look at him in concern when he gets injured on patrol and thinks its because they think hes weak, not because they care

Who has never once felt any ounce of love from his Grandfather for just existing

Who jumps when Dick tries to hug him

Who almost stabs Tim for grabbing him from behind for a little sibling cuddle

Who does end up punching Steph in the nose after she tousles his hair

Who tries so hard to fit in to this new environment he was unceremoniously dumped into by his mother and grandfather but who does not understand because these people are kind and laugh and seem to like him????

And Damian is confused and scared and on guard because everything comes at a price and it breaks Bruce’s heart every time he sees Damian straighten when he walks in the room, when he eyes Duke and Tim with suspicion, when he tries to hide injuries because he does not want to be seen as weak. 

Just a Damian who is trying so hard and his family is too but hes still so scared and they don't know what to do….

Until Jason shows up. Bruce has been careful to keep the Red Hood away from Damian, to not shock the kid, not freak him out. And Jason is more than happy to stay away, even though it hurts him a little that Bruce just randomly cut off contact. But Bruce misses his son so he invites him for dinner, just the two of them at the manor, in one of the lesser eaten at dining rooms, and its good and easy and almost like old times…

When the door creaks open.

And Damian walks in.

And promptly freezes when he spots Bruce.

And then stares like a deer in headlights at Jason.

And Jason's spoon clatters to the floor. 

And before Bruce can react Damian is sprinting across the room and Jason has thrown his chair back with the force of his standing up and suddenly his youngest his cradled in his second oldest sons arms, legs wrapped around his waist, head buried deeply in his neck. And it all clicks and Bruce scolds himself because how could he have been so stupid??? But its okay because jason is there now and Damian is no longer shaking and when Tim gives him an affectionate punch in the shoulder there is not murder in his eyes but an unfamiliar gleam and suddenly Tim is tackled in a hug and he stands there in shock for a second before relaxing, his arms wrapping around the kid and they rewatch the movie and hang up Damian's drawings and tousle his hair and its okay. Its not perfect, but its okay. And for the Batfamily, that is more than perfect.

[moonxknightx]

♡˗ˏ✎*ೃ˚ :LET ME TAKE CARE OF YOU: :;

╰┈➤ ❝ [PAIRING] ❞ Logan Howlett x F!Reader

・❥・GENRE: Fluff :))

 ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆FANDOM: X-Men

ੈ✩‧₊˚ WARNINGS: None!

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥SUMMARY: After realizing you got your period, Logan does everything to make it a little bit better for you.

“ARE YOU AWAKE SWEETHEART? WE HAVE TO GET UP, WE HAVE A MEETING IN 30 MINUTES.” Logan’s voice sounded from behind you.

You slowly opened your eyes to see sunlight shining through the blinds of Logan’s window’s. You wanted to turn around to meet your boyfriend, but suddenly an aching pain started to rise in your belly. You mumbled something Logan couldn’t hear while hugging the sheets closer to your body.

“What was that bub?” Asked Logan while moving closer to you, placing one of his big hands on your hip.

“You go, i stay.” You mumbled quietly. “What happened?” Logan questioned softly while moving even closer to you, letting you be the little spoon.

“I think i got my period.” You sighed. “Oh baby...” Breathed Logan before carefully turning you around so you could lay on your back.

“Is there something i can do for you?” He asked while lifting up your shirt, well technically it was Logan’s shirt, but you always had a habit of stealing his shirts.

You softly shook your head, watching how Logan slowly placed his hand on your lower stomach.

“You have warm hands.” You said which made Logan chuckle. “Does it help?” He questioned.

You hummed while nodding your head. “Noted.” Smiled Logan before pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“Why don’t i draw you a warm bath while i will go to the meeting, and afterwards i will come back and we can cuddle in bed all day. Sounds good?” Logan proposed while keeping his hand on your belly.

“Can’t you join me in the bathtub?” You asked quietly. Logan’s lips curled up in a smile while dropping his head against your shoulder.

“I wish i could bub, but i really should be attending this meeting. Otherwise Scott will kill me.”

“Fine…” You sighed with a pout. “I promise i’ll come back immediately after the meeting is finished, okay?” Logan said while pressing a kiss to your shoulder blade. You gave Logan a nod.

“Okay let’s draw you a bath then.” Logan smiled before slipping away from you. You watched how he got out of bed and headed to his private bathroom.

A few moments later, Logan returned from the bathroom and headed to his closet.

“What are you doing?” You asked while watching every move Logan made. “Grabbing clean clothes for you to wear after your bath.” Logan smiled while pulling out a black hoodie and a pair of black sweatpants from the closet.

“Thank you Logan.” You smiled. “It’s the least i can do baby.” Logan shot you a wink and put the clothes on his bed. After, he went to another drawer and pulled out a pair of boxers. “If you want you can wear this as well afterwards. I think all of your panties are in the laundry.”

“Thank you.” You sighed softly before making an attempt to get up.

“Wow wait! Let me help you.” Logan immediately rushed to your side of the bed and scooped his arms under your body so he could lift you up in his arms.

“Such a gentleman.” You joked while wrapping your arms around Logan’s neck. “Always for my sweetheart.” Logan smiled while carrying you to the bathroom.

He gently put you back on your feet before turning off the tap of the bath. You watched how Logan put his hand in the water to test its temperature.

“Is this okay baby?” Logan asked while motioning for you to come closer. You came closer to the bathtub and slowly put your hand in the water. “It’s perfect.” You smiled at Logan.

“Perfect.” Logan smiled before taking a seat on the edge of the bathtub.

“Here let me help you undress.” Logan placed his hands on your waist and pulled you in between his legs.

He first took off your shirt, admiring every curve of your body. Then he went over to take off your shorts and underwear, but you quickly stopped him.

“Don’t…there might be blood.” You spoke quietly. Logan gave you an ‘are you serious right now?’ Look before shaking his head.

“Do i look like i care about a little blood?” He asked with attitude. You shrugged. “Well no but still, it’s different.”

Logan gave your hips a little squeeze. “It’s not, i promise.” You gave Logan a small nod, telling him it’s okay to take off your shorts and underwear.

You didn’t look at him while he did it though. You found it too embarrassing.

Logan tapped your ankle to let you know you could step out of them which you did. “And done.” Logan smiled while throwing all of your clothes in the laundry basket.

“You are so beautiful darling.” Logan breathed while admiring your body. “Shut up.” You mumbled while trying to cover your body.

“Hey now, don’t do that. Here now, let me help you.” Logan offered his hands and you took them immediately. He raised from the edge of the bathtub and carefully helped you into the tub.

“There you go.” He smiled when your body was fully covered with the warm water.

“Thank you Lo.” You smiled while giving his hand a squeeze. “Of course sweetheart.” Logan smiled while kissing your forehead.

“I still have some tampons and pads in the top drawer above the sink, okay?” Logan said while pointing towards the cabinet.

“Okay.” You smiled softly. “I’ll go to the meeting now, i’ll be back within an hour, stay in the water as long as you need and when you’re finished, just put on the clothes i put out for you and get comfortable in bed, okay bub?”

“I love you Logan.” You sighed happily. Logan chuckled and looked down at his feet, getting a little shy at your words. It doesn’t matter how many times you tell the man that you love him, every time he hears those three words, he’ll get flustered.

“I’ll take that as an okay, and i love you too sweetheart. So fucking much.” Logan smiled before leaning in to give you one more kiss before going.

“I’ll see you soon.” Logan said before he went back into his bedroom to get changed for the meeting

~

“Okay so that was all for today.” Announced Scott as he placed both of his hands on the table.

Logan was the first one to get up and leave the room, immediately wanting to get back to you.

“Why is he in such a rush?” Asked Scott annoyed. “He wants to get back to his girl of course.” Smirked Storm while shaking her head softly.

Before Logan went back to you, he passed by the kitchen to grab a chocolate bar and a heating pad to help you ease the cramps.

“I’m back bub.” Said Logan happily once he entered his room to see you being sprawled out on his bed.

“Finally!” You sighed with a smile. “I’m sorry it took so long. But to make it up to you, i have brought your favorite ice cream with me and a heating pad for your belly.” Logan said proudly while holding up the two things.

“What would i do without you Lo?” You smiled as you welcomed your man back to bed. He placed the ice cream on the nightstand on your side before handing you the heating pad. “Be careful!” Logan quickly said while getting into bed as well.

You carefully placed the heating pad on your belly before moving closer to Logan who already had his arms wide open for you.

“How are you feeling?” Asked Logan while stroking your hair. “A little better. The bath really helped! Thank you for taking such good care of me.” You smiled.

Logan just smiled at you before pulling you into a passionate kiss.

“You look amazing in my clothes.” Logan chuckled as he parted ways from your lips to catch his breath. You blushed a little which made Logan laugh even more. He loves it when you get shy with him.

“Now eat your ice cream before it melts darling.” Logan said while looking down at you. “Only if you’ll help me, because i will never finish it alone.”

“My pleasure baby.”

[sweet1delusi0ns]

Naruto boys random headcanons──☆*:・ﾟ

Sfw

Characters: Naruto🦊,sasuke🗡️,Itachi🥀, kakashi🍃, kiba🐺, shikamaru🀄️,shino🪲,neji🎋,Lee🥋,choji🍥,gaara⏳,kankuro🪆

Naruto🦊-*

Hes lazy at home. Not because he’s tired he just wants you to take care of him, but when you call him a baby for all these requests he gets mad “I AM NOT A BABY! I AM A GROWN MAN! NOW SPOON FEED ME!”

He tries to prank you but fails, your too smart to fall for it. He always tries to trip you in public while walking and every time he is the one on the floor and your the one laughing some how-

He likes the idea of drawing and being an artist he just can’t draw. He can only draw stick people with different hair, one time he tried to draw you, gave up and instead gave you a picture of a stick person with your hair. It’s now on the fridge LOL

He tries to act cool around his friend with you but just makes a fool of himself. “Yeah this my bae so what?” “Yeah I’m his bae and he’s my baby, my big, soft, smiley baby!” His soul is now crushed and his friends all laughing

He sleeps like a ANIMAL. he full on can’t sleep normally, You both go to bed the same time, one of you is always gunna wake up on the floor, mostly you. Then he wakes up like “why you on the floor?”

Sasuke🗡️-*

He may seem cool but he gets very flustered. He doesn’t cover his face though he just closes his eyes so he doesn’t get more flustered and so he can ignore the fact that he is red

He CANT Dance, don’t EVER take him dancing. It’s not because he’s bad at dancing he just never learn. If there is music he will bop his head to the beat though, if you try to get him to dance he will freak out and freeze. He just doesn’t like it ok!

His waist is weirdly sensitive, you could barely touch his waist and he will start giggling. He isn’t ticklish anywhere else but if you take a feather to his waist he will start LAUGHING

He will kick your feet when he wants attention. If you guys are out to dinner with friends he will kick you under the table to get your attention, he thinks it’s funny until you fight back and stomp on his foot. He made you kiss his pain away at home, atleast he got attention LOL

He forgets the silliest things one time he forgot how to tie a knot so anything he needs to tie like his clothes or shoes you had to do for him. You don’t know if he actually forgot or if he just wanted to be babied-

Itachi🥀-*

He can’t handle heatwaves. If it’s over 90 degrees he’s gone for. One time you woke up on a heat wave morning waiting for him to wake up and walk out but he never did, you went to find him and he was in bed, sprawled out, shirt and covers off soaked in sweat. You had to rub ice on him to get him conscious -

Unlike naruto, he likes drawing and can ACTUALLY DRAW, although he can only draw plants but he doesn’t mind he likes plants! He will draw you flowers instead of buying you some which is like equally as cute~

He has very sensitive eyes. Like how he can’t handle heat he cant handle the sun either. If it isn’t cloudy he will have to squint to keep his eyes from hurting. When you told him to wear sun glasses he said “I still want to see you clearly though love…”

He’s not a big fan of skin care but he likes those face roller things. He bought one just so you could use it on him, he likes that it’s cold but also massaging!

He sneezes like a girl- he has the cutest, most petite sneeze you’ve ever heard out of a man which is cute and very funny. He doesn’t even realize it either “a-choo!” “That was crazy out of character” “huh?”

Kakashi🍃-*

He’s allergic to cats, he likes cats sure but he never hangs around them because he’s allergic. You didn’t know that and one day you brought a stray inside and he instantly turned puffy (poor thing)

Once he gets home and discards the mask he puts lip tint on. He has pink lips for that reason. When he first puts it on he will find you and kiss you just to leave a mark before waiting 10 minutes then whipping it off

He needs reading glasses but never uses them, then complains to you when he gets a headache as if you didn’t tell him to put them on

He takes a lot of baths. If he showers it bound to end up a bath. And he doesn’t care if your using the bathroom if he wants a bath he’s gunna make a god Danm bath. One time You were just washing your face and he busted in the door and ran to the bathtub, You washed your face as fast as you could-

He is EXTREMELY tired when he first wakes up, he doesn’t move for like 20 minutes so if he needs to get up and do stuff your gunna have to make him, like actually you’ll have the carry him out of bed.

Kiba🐺-*

He bites his nails from stress so you have made it a habit to smack his hand away when he does. It worked since all you have to do is tap him softly and he will stop. He’s so glad you help him get over bad habits

He decorated akamarus ears when he’s bored, one time you walk in on him giggling like a little girl and akamarus ears were pulled together in a little ponytail! You joined in on the fun🤞

He comes back from a casual walk along a complete mess, you have no idea how but one day he came back with half a bush stuck on his leg. He always cleans up though!

He sometimes transforms akamaru into himself to prank his friends or you, mostly you. One time akamaru came up to you as Kiba and started licking your face “EW OH MY GOD?!” “AUUFF AUF!” “KIBA YOUR NOT FUNNY”

He always has tan cheeks and nose. Compared to the rest of his face, his cheeks are cute and golden!

Shikamaru🀄️-*

He lets you win at intelligents based games to make you feel better. Except one time he actually tried and lost. He’s convinced you cheated

His hair is straight but gets very frizzy if not cared for. (You care for it since he’s lazyy)

He draws on himself when bored, mostly just trippy designs like swirls and stuff. Will also let you draw on him, only if your good tho he doesn’t want “bad drawing” on him😔

He has a box FULL of hair ties and will notice if you take one. “This one you literally stole from me?” “Don’t care put it back!!!”

He gets Freezingly cold at night, like really really cold. When he snuggles up to you to warm up you could feel how cold he really is and you don’t understand how since you are both under covers-

Shino🪲-*

He keeps bugs in the house so they can watch over anything, they are basically his security cameras-

His hair is so cute and wavy! Also gets very frizzy because of the texture like Shika. He also makes you take care of it, he just really likes you touching his hair

He gives you bugs as gifts, not like freaky beetles but cute little bugs like lady bugs or fuzzy green caterpillars. You find it cute that he gives you things that mean so much to him

He shockingly has a sensitive neck, only to you though. Bugs can crawl all over it and he doesn’t move but if you try to kiss it he gets chills. Also shockingly he has really soft skin idk maybe he sheds skin (IM JOKING)

When he gets home and can finally undress he lets you take his glasses off since you love his eyes and he loves that you love them. He gets insecure about it sometimes!

Neji🎋-*

He speak really highly and intelligently but he’s honestly a little dumb sometimes, or maybe he’s just dumb with you to be silly we don’t know

The only jewelry he really wears is an ankle bracelet you got him

He loves hair charms, he likes decorating his hair! He likes putting clips and braids in it, sometimes even put color streaks in it if he wants to be festive

He really likes pottery and making things out of clay, he’s very creative and he finds clay the perfect outlet. He even makes pots for you!

He has a flower garden that NO ONE is allowed in. He treats them like they’re his baby’s, because they are! He’s favorite plant he has is his cactuses.

Lee🥋-*

He’s extremely energetic and powerful yet he has asthma, he denies it. But if it’s really hot outside he runs out of breath REALLY fast which makes you worry

He’s scared of spiders you kill the spiders for him or he runs! If you trap a spider and chase him with it he will almost start crying (he will start crying) he’s ashamed to admit spiders are his weakness

He wears mascara, he gotta make them lashes voluminous yk. He stole his mascara from tenten too. You made him give it back to her and bought him his own

It’s pretty obvious but he is FLEXIBLE! Backbend, splits anything he can do. You thought he broke his spine onces-

He’s not much of a plant guy but he has the TINIEST succulent in your room that he cares for, every other plant he has had died but not that one~

Choji🍥-*

He loves finger painting and is actually really good at it, you’d think it was made by a professional and an actual paint brush but no it was Choji and his finger paint😭

His hair is so thick most hair ties he uses break. He has to use hair needles instead because it’s the only thing that holds if he wants his hair up for a while

He thinks pillow fights are actually entertaining he could have a pillow fight with you all day and never get bored. He goes crazy if he’s over at someone’s house and they suggest pillow fights!

He loves bath bombs!!! He basically died when you run him a bath and put bath bombs in it, his favorite scent it lavender. Even if you didn’t add a bath bomb he loves when you make him baths he thinks its adorable

He paints your cheeks like his in your sleep, that’s his idea of a prank even though it’s basically him just being a cutie “look now your like me y/n!!”

Gaara⏳-*

He turns the black rings around his eyes to cat eyes sometimes. He looks ADORABLE with cat eyes. He sometimes even uses eye shadow too, if he can’t change it he thought might as well make it look cutee

He’s scared of mosquitos, he just doesn’t like bugs that can fly and go after human blood it freaks him out

He wears one of those scent bracelets and puts your signature scent in it so he always smells like you~

He gifts you plants all the time

He collect the silliest things, there are these cute little cat charms at a near by store and he’s working on collecting them all!

Kankuro🪆-*

Shockingly he really likes reading. He likes fiction books the most, he asks you for suggestions

He asks you what new make up design he should try, sometimes he just gives you the brush and lets you go wild. But you always make him look cute~

He fidgets with the ears on his hat when he’s bored. It rubbed off on you so now if he’s around you with his hat on you start messing with them-

He steals your clothes and hides them so you have no choice but to ask to use his for the day. After the day is over he comes up to you smiling and hands you your missing clothes “found em!” “By found em do you mean took them out of the hiding spot?” “Yeah-”

He paints his nails either black, pink or purple. He also lets you paint them, it honestly just ends up a mess. He would totally whip nail polishes on your nose~

[heart-of-the-morningstar]

Lucifer x Reader - Impatient (NSFW)

Lucifer prides himself in being able to maintain a certain level of decorum when he makes his rare public appearances in Hell

But since dating you, he has had to make sure to pay extra special attention to his behavior

For the most part he is able to keep a level head and make sure his thoughts don’t run wild

But during a date night, you decided to push him to his limits

“What are you thinking about right now, sweetheart? It seems like you have something on your mind.”

“Oh, it’s nothing. I just think it’s a shame we’re out right now, you know?”

“Really? Why is that, dear?”

“Because what I want to do to you right now aren’t things that should be mentioned in public, Luci~”

Lucifer starts to sweat and begins to loosen the tie around his neck

“O-Oh, I see. There’s nothing really stopping us from leaving this restaurant right now and…”

“We haven’t even gotten our appetizers yet, hon! We should enjoy our meal first, shouldn’t we?”

“I know what you’re doing, darling, I refuse to let you…”

You picked up the spoon next you and gave a long lick up the utensil

Lucifer breathed heavily and closed his eyes tight

“Don’t…”

“Don’t what, Lucifer? I’m not sure what you mean!”

You took a long swig of your champagne and let out the softest moans as you swallowed

You watched as Lucifer gripped his one arm with such intensity that you were almost convinced he was going to draw blood

“You’re soooooo gonna get it…”

You stood up and walked around the table, leaning over to whisper in his ear

”Then give it to me.”

You heard Lucifer’s breath catch in his throat as you giggled

You excused yourself to the restroom, leaving the king of Hell high and dry at the dinner table

You walked back out of the restroom prepared to torture your boyfriend some more before you felt a hand grab your arm and pull you into the closet closet

You almost screamed before you realized it was Lucifer who had dragged you into the cramped space

“L-Lucifer? What the hell are you doing?”

“Giving you exactly what you want, my angel.~”

Before you know it, your chest was pressed firmly against the closet door as Lucifer forced his entire body against you

You could feel his erection against your ass; the thought made you whimper

“Now this just won’t do….”

You heard a rip and a tear of your dress, the cool air now hitting your exposed panties

There was no hiding the wet spot that was already there

“That’s more like it!”

You heard Lucifer fumbling with his belt and zipper with his free hand before you heard his garments hit the floor with a soft thud

His hard cock was now pressed against your sodden panties and you nearly started to cry; you needed him

”This is what happens when you tease me, sweetie.~ And you won’t be needing these.~

Another tear, your ripped panties fell to the floor in an instant; your suddenly ran dry, your mind racing

“Lucifer, please…”

“Please what? C’mon, I know you can use your words?~”

“F-Fuck me…”

A dark chuckle escaped his lips as he finally pushed inside your slick entrance, inch by inch until he bottomed out

“Good girl,” he praised, wrapping his tail around your thigh

“Lucifer…”

“I’m sorry about your dress, ducky, I promise to make you a new one. But only if you stay very quiet for me. We wouldn’t want anyone hearing you getting absolutely fucked out of your mind, now would we?~”

[moonstruckme]

remus x reader but all she needs is him to feel better about a shit day<3

(requesting this after ur gorgeous display of remus x bratty reader who needed a nap lol)

Thank you for requesting angel <3

Remus Lupin x fem!reader ♡ 427 words

Your bones feel heavy as you trudge up to your front door, but the key slotting into the lock is a relief. It’s been the kind of day where bad things seem to multiply onto themselves. You’d spilled coffee on your pants on your way to work, your boss got mad at you for a handful of small, punishable-by-death infractions, nothing went as quickly or as easily as it should have. 

But when you open the door, the air smells like basil and steam, and you’re home. 

“Hello, lovely,” Remus greets you as you step into the kitchen. He doesn’t raise his voice from its usual mild tone or look up from where he’s mixing a sauce on the stove. For reasons you may never be able to parse out, this is immensely endearing to you. “How was your day?” 

“Can I have a hug?” you ask, already going to him. 

“Oh, of course, yeah.” Remus balances his spoon on the pan, enfolding you in his arms when you come. His palms slot just where he knows you’ll want them. “Not very good, then?” 

You give a tiny shudder as your bones liquefy. “Not awful. I feel better already.” 

A breathy laugh. “Flirt,” he grumbles fondly, setting his lips to the top of your head. 

You shrug, too content to be chastened. 

“No, come on.” Remus draws a heavy line with his thumb. “Was it anything in particular, or just a bad day?” 

You sigh. As your lungs deflate, he holds you closer. “Lots of things in particular,” you admit. “Really, though, I feel better just being with you.” 

He hums. “I’m glad, dovey.” His voice has lowered to a soothing rasp, his thumb shushing along the material of your shirt as he drags it back and forth. Steam from the stove warms the left side of your body. “Would you feel even better if we talked about it, though? I could leave dinner to simmer for a bit, put on the kettle.” 

You’re not sure. Remus gives you time to think, and you find that when you take a deep breath, you’re not pushing past the blockage that’s sat tight at the base of your throat all day long.

“Sure, I could talk,” you say, nestling your face further into the crook of his neck and shoulder, “but could we keep cuddling while we do?” 

You can practically feel your boyfriend rolling his eyes, but his lovesick smile is in his voice, too. “Of course we can. Just hold on while I get the kettle going.”

[prodbyton]

✩°🌊⋆⸜ 🎧✮🫧 sungho as your boyfriend !!

requested!! i hope you like it <3

cw. jealousy, smut under the cut!! +18 mdni!!

☆ he looks like a sweetie and he definitely is, but i have this feeling that he might be kinda crazy and a bit overbearing when he’s in a relationship. he loves you so much it only makes sense that he wants you to only have eyes for him

☆ he has to go everywhere with you. at first you think its cute that he’s so clingy until you realize that he’s giving people death stares and scaring people off from the idea of approaching you at all

☆ he’s still super sweet about it. and he tells you that he just wants to make sure nothing bad happens to you while you’re out and nothing bad could happen to you as long as he’s right at your hip!!

☆ with his need to be with you at all times of course comes with jealousy. sometimes it can be annoying but you don't take it too harshly, because its lowkey kinda cute that he's so possessive over you

☆ he loves when you get possessive though, he always reassures you that he doesn't want anyone else and only has eyes for you but the fact that you think that someone could take his eyes off of you makes him smile. he might even giggle and swing his feet a bit because of it... like ur so obsessed with him >_<

☆ showers you with compliments. has to compliment you at least 20 times a day... with this comes a lot of reassurance!! he loves you no matter what and thinks you’re the prettiest in the world so he has to make sure you know and you never doubt his love for you

☆ loves to listen to you. doesn’t matter what you’re talking about he will listen to every word that comes out of your mouth. might even join in and you both just have a yap session

☆ loves to kiss you. he's always kissing you. loves to hold you in his arms while he kisses you, either holding your waist or holding your face to keep you still while he kisses you. literally addicted to kissing you.

☆ touchy af. his hands are on you always and loves the intimacy of just sitting with you and holding your hands or around your waist. keeps his head buried in your neck when you two are home… loves when you do the same when you two are cuddling

☆ he’s showering you with compliments, but the second you compliment him back he’s so flustered. red af the second you call him pretty or if you flirt with him. he might not admit it directly but he loves it. also he needs reassurance as well!!

☆ sends you pics of him throughout the day, as well as always updating you on where he’s at and what he’s doing and what time he’ll be home. definitely calls you whenever he has free time (you two definitely share locations)

nsfw hcs under the cut!!

☆ let me just say…. sungho is a FREAK

☆ he’s super loving during sex but he’s also going to leave you weak and unable to walk

☆ he’s a soft dom… but he tends to get a little rough if he’s really in the moment

☆ has a strength kink, so the need to overpower you becomes too strong sometimes and thats when he’s more rough than usual

☆ most days tho he’s spooning you or fucking you in missionary… very intimate and wants to be able to mark you and look in your eyes

☆ possessive king is going to fuck you from behind with your hands behind your back and he’s just pushing you deeper into the mattress whenever he’s in his jealous moods

☆ going to overstimulate you from the foreplay along with him actually fucking you… and he takes foreplay serious. draws out one or two orgasms out of you first before he decides to fill you up

☆ doesn’t care too much about getting head, if you want to do it he won’t decline but he won’t ask for it. prefers to be inside you unless you two aren’t home

☆ he also likes the days where you want to take control, when you make him feel small even though he’s bigger and stronger than you

☆ make him beg and make him cry, he loves it because it makes him seem so pathetic. he’s a pretty crier so definitely call him cute as he’s sniffling from whatever you’re doing to him

☆ likes when you edge him. he gets so flushed and whiny, bucking up into your hand or humping the air when you deprive him of his orgasm that was so close

☆ into being a little risky, not too much but just enough to get you both worked up in public spaces. always coming up with a perfect excuse to whisk you away from everyone else so he can fuck you

☆ he loves praise. will praise you and also loves to be praised during sex. let him know how good he makes you feel and how much you love him <3