#and when he's snuggling his favorite thing is to bury his nose into the crook of the neck of who he's snuggling

[lonelyghosts-stuff]

I know it's not canon, but ever since I read in a fanfic that the reason Kakashi wears a mask is because the Hatakes have heightened senses of smell (similar to the Inuzukas) due to their connection to ninken, that has been my canon. Like in the fic, Sakumo didn't need one because his sense of smell, while strong, wasn't as strong as Kakashi's making it easier for him to master it easier, but Kakashi just never get the hang of it because of how sensitive his sense of small was, so he wore masks to add a kind of barrier. I cannot for the life of me remember which fanfic I read that had this, but it has fully defined my view of him and why he wears his mask. I mean, it is canon he has a strong sense of smell, I think even stronger than Kiba's? Or at least comparably so. And with the headcanon.

A more recent theory I had is that Kakashi's late, unnamed and unknown mother could have been an Inuzuka which explains where the strong sense of smell comes from but with her dying while he was young, he never had her to show her how to control it as well as an Inuzuka, pretty much just being super strong all the time and needing to be dialed down by the mask maybe with some seals in it.

[theostrophywife]

stop the world i wanna get off with you.

pairing: theodore nott x reader. song inspiration: stop the world i wanna get off with you by arctic monkeys. author’s note: the theo brain rot is so real for me besties. i kid you not i listened to the song on repeat while writing this because my mans is arctic monkeys coded. plus, it was only a matter of time before we saw some smutty action from my favorite slutherin 😏 part one: baby won't you be my girl?

You were not a morning person. 

Theo knew that. Hell, everyone in Slytherin knew that. Waking you up before noon on the weekend was a one way ticket to a world of pain. For some reason, your boyfriend was determined to make the top of your hit list this morning. 

You groaned as Theo shifted beneath you, rousing you from sleep. He stroked your hair gently and pressed a kiss on your temple. “I have to go to practice, amorina.” 

Sunlight streamed in through the skylight above Theo’s dorm, reflecting the rippling waves of the Black Lake across your boyfriend’s goose down comforter. You buried your head in the crook of his neck. 

“Five more minutes,” you mumbled against his throat, relishing in his warmth. “Please, Teddy.”

A low chuckle rumbled through his chest. “You said that five minutes ago, sweetheart. Do you want your sweet and sexy boyfriend to be maimed by his captain?”

“If Malfoy so much as touches a hair on your head, I’ll turn him into a ferret again and set him loose in the Forbidden Forest.” You snuggled closer and twined your legs together. “Let’s see how threatening he can be against Aragog.”

“Sometimes you genuinely scare me, Y/N.” He wrapped his arms around your waist. “But apparently, fear is a very effective aphrodisiac for me. I’m learning a lot of new things about myself.”

“I can threaten you some more if you want,” you murmured sleepily. “As long as you stay in bed with me, Teddy.”

Theo groaned as you kissed his neck. “You’re absolutely cruel, you know that?” He tilted your chin up, pressing his lips against yours. You sighed dreamily into the kiss, morning breath and all. 

Even though you’ve only been officially dating for three months, it felt like you and Theo had been together for a lifetime. You were already inseparable before, but after his confession at the quidditch game after party, you spent nearly every waking moment together. Hence waking up in his bed. 

Theo placed a final kiss on the tip of your nose. “Now I really have to go.” You sighed in defeat, pouting like a petulant child. Your boyfriend laughed. “I’ll see you in the stands, babe.”

“Fine,” you mumbled grumpily. 

You watched as Theo hastily threw on his quidditch uniform, admiring the view of his sunkissed skin and toned chest and abs. Thank Merlin for quidditch. 

The cheeky tosser winked before heading for the pitch. You turned over in bed, burying yourself in Theo’s scent as you drifted back to sleep. 

Several hours later, you finally managed to get dressed and dragged yourself to the Great Hall for a late lunch. When you got to your usual table, you found the boys and Pansy waiting for you. Draco and Mattheo were talking in hushed tones, no doubt discussing their strategy to destroy the Ravenclaws while Enzo scarfed down a plate of steak and eggs like his life depended on it. Pansy watched in disgust, wrinkling her nose at your friend. 

“For Salazar’s sake, Lorenzo. You’re going to choke to death and I refuse to resuscitate you.”

“Don’t worry, Enzo,” you said as you slid in next to him. “I’m sure we can find a volunteer to perform mouth to mouth on you.”

As if on cue, a gaggle of fourth years giggled at the end of the table. Enzo didn’t seem to notice. Beside him, Blaise met your eye and shook his head. The two of you often joked that Draco took all the arrogance in their family’s gene pool, leaving poor Enzo hopelessly oblivious. The fact that sweet Lorenzo was related to someone as arrogant as Malfoy never failed to completely baffle the mind. 

“Well don’t you look adorable, Y/N?” Draco drawled. “All decked out in your boyfriend’s jersey.”

You looked down at the emerald and silver jersey with the number 6 embroidered on the front, which was so big on you that the hem hit your knees. Matching streaks of your house colors adorned your cheeks and you had pulled your hair back with a pair of charmed serpent clips that writhed through your pigtails every so often.

“And up before mid afternoon, no less,” Mattheo commented. 

You frowned, flicking him off before reaching for a sandwich. “Speaking of my boyfriend. Where is the little rascal?”

“Last I checked he was still on the pitch,” Draco said as you stuffed a few chips into your mouth. “Practicing to show off in front of you, I imagine.”

“I’ve seen him play before.” 

Mattheo stole a chip from your plate. “Yes, but not as his girlfriend.”

You smacked his hand away and he gasped dramatically. Mattheo fetched something out of his robes and set it down in front of you. The small glass vial shimmered in the light. 

“Your boyfriend wanted me to give you this.” 

A motion sickness draught. Theo knew how queasy and nauseous you got during his quidditch games, so he’d concocted your own special cure for it. Hot and smart. Gods, you were lucky.

You flushed, pocketing the potion. “Thanks.”

“You idiots better win,” Pansy said. “Or else all my hard work for tonight’s after party will go to waste.”

Draco scoffed. “You mean our hard work?” He turned over to you, frowning. “Pans over here had us working harder than a house elf. I’ve got glitter in places glitter should never be.”

“Fitting for someone who thinks the sun shines out of his arse. Maybe it’ll finally teach you some humility, Malfoy.”

Mattheo draped an arm around your shoulder. “You know why our sweet little Pansy’s got her wand in a twist though, right?” He leaned in conspiratorially. “She finally plucked up the courage to invite a certain Ravenclaw to the after party.”

You squealed in delight. “Is that true, Pans? Did you finally ask Luna out?”

Pansy glared at you, practically hissing as she grabbed your elbow. “Say that a little louder, why don’t you? I don’t think they heard you across the room.” 

You snorted. Your best friend has always been a little tightly wound, but Pansy Parkinson with a crush was a whole different animagus. 

“Well, I, for one, am excited for this development in your love life,” you exclaimed, squeezing her shoulder. “It’s about time you did something about this little crush.”

“Says the witch who took twelve years to admit her feelings,” Pansy said with an affectionate eye roll. “Sorry love, but I’m not taking advice from you.”

“I’m choosing to attribute that to first date jitters and not a blatant insult against your best and most loyal friend.” You picked at your sandwich, waving a pickle in the air excitedly. “Don’t be nervous, Pans. She’s going to love you.” 

The encouragement was met with an elbow to your ribs. You paused mid-chew, ready to give Pansy a peace of your mind when a soft voice interrupted you. 

“Hi, guys,” greeted Luna Lovegood. She wore a striped blue and bronze sweater, representing the colors of her house. Strapped to her back was a set of feathered eagle wings that nearly dragged to the floor. “I love your snake clips, Y/N. It’s always great to see displays of house spirit. Beware of the nargles, though. They do love shiny things.”

“I’ll keep an eye out for them, Luna.” You said with a smile. “I’m looking forward to your commentary tonight. It’s going to be a heated match between our houses, but one thing’s for certain. The after party will be absolutely mental no matter who wins. Isn’t that right, Pans?” 

Pansy nodded, the action making her sleek bob graze her sharp cheekbones. You always thought that your friend possessed an austere sort of beauty, but everything about her seemed to soften as she turned her attention on Luna. 

“We can still count on you to make it tonight, right Lovegood?” There was a hint of playfulness in Pansy’s tone that you rarely heard her use. You couldn’t help but smirk. Pansy Parkinson fancied the absolute pants out of Luna Lovegood.

Luna smiled shyly, hiding beneath a strand of platinum blonde hair. “Thank you for the invitation, Pansy. I look forward to seeing everyone tonight.” 

“See you tonight, Luna.”

Luna gave your table a friendly wave before returning to her own fellow Ravenclaws. You waited until she was out of ear shot before bursting into a fit of giggles.

“See you tonight Luna,” you repeated, putting on your best impression of Pansy’s husky voice. “Pansy Parkinson’s totally going to snog Luna Lovegood tonight!” 

“Oh, shut up,” replied Pansy. She tried her best to look annoyed, but the small smile on her face made it rather unconvincing. 

After teasing your friend for at least another hour, the two of you finally headed down to the quidditch pitch. The boys left long ago, presumably to warm up before the big game. You followed Pansy into the stands, cringing slightly at how high up the seats were. 

Across the pitch, the feedback from Luna’s sonoroused voice rumbled through the crowd. “Welcome fellow students. Join me in kicking off this long awaited match between Slytherin and Ravenclaw, the house of yours truly. As always, the goal is to provide live updates and unbiased commentary throughout the game, but I make no promises. Even a Corkendoodle wouldn’t be able to resist showing a little partiality. Now without further ado, let the games begin!”

The crowd roared as players from each side soared through the air at breakneck speed. You gripped the railing, thankful for Theo’s concoction as you squinted at the blur of players. As always, Madam Hooch kicked off the game by releasing a set of bludgers and the elusive golden snitch. With bated breath, you watched as she threw the quaffle into the air which marked the official start of the match. 

A familiar figure zoomed past you, emerald robes streaming behind him as he caught the quaffle and cradled it under his arm. Theo circled through the air, easily outmaneuvering the chasers from the opposing team. He flew straight for a blonde Ravenclaw, making the poor fifth year think that they were going to collide before he swerved at the last second and looped around the frightened player. 

“And that’s Nott of Slytherin with an excellent fake out,” Luna announced in her dreamy voice. “Oddly enough, this chaser is heading in the opposite direction of the goalposts. Another clever tactic, I presume.”

Theo brought his broom to a stop directly in front of you, hovering in mid-air while he cradled the quaffle underneath one arm. He immediately broke out into a grin when he saw you wearing his jersey. 

“In a turn of events, Nott visits the Slytherin stands for a little chat with his friends,” commented Luna. “Actually, that’s his lovely girlfriend Y/N. I did warn her about attracting the Nargles, but nevertheless those serpent clips are a work of art. Oh look, there’s Pansy Parkinson! I know she looks a bit intimidating at first, but she’s really quite nice.” 

Beside you, Pansy turned as red as a tomato. You stifled a giggle just as Theo pulled close, his watercolor eyes crinkling with amusement. 

“My jersey looks good on you, Y/N.” Theo drawled, taking the time to flirt despite the fact that he was currently in the middle of a game. He leaned in and whispered low so only you could hear, “But I bet it would look even better on my floor.”

“Win this match and you might get your wish, babe.”

A smirk curved against his lips. “You evil little temptress. I hope you know that I’m holding you to that,” he inched closer, his gaze dropping to your mouth. “Do I at least get a kiss from my good luck charm?”

You shook your head in disbelief. “Aren’t you supposed to be doing something right now? Like, I don't know, playing the bloody quidditch game!”

He shrugged, winking at you in that cheeky way of his. “I’m perfectly capable of multitasking.” 

Just then, a bludger whizzed past the stands, but Theo was entirely unbothered as he flipped over on his broom to avoid the hit. Your boyfriend hung upside down, keeping his eyes on you the entire time. “Now about that kiss, dolcezza.”

“That’s quite a creative way to avoid a bludger,” Luna continued. “I once hung upside down in a tree in search of moon frogs and it wasn’t the most comfortable position, but not the most uncomfortable either. Oh! It looks like things are heating up for this lovely couple.”

“You’re an absolute menace, Theodore,” you said with an exasperated sigh before pulling him by the collar and kissing him. The logistics were complicated by the fact that he was currently airborne, but Theo smiled against your lips all the same. 

“A good luck kiss,” Luna said with delight. “Those two are absolutely adorable, aren’t they? Ah, young love.”

Satisfied, Theo flipped right side up and palmed the quaffle in his hand. “You hear that, babe? We’re absolutely adorable.”

You rolled your eyes affectionately. “Yeah, yeah. Now go out there and kick some Ravenclaw arse!”

Thanks to Teddy’s potion, you actually managed to keep your eyes open for the entirety of the game. It was a heated match with both teams playing with equal ferocity, but the boys had the upper hand. They moved as one, predicting each other’s moves from years and years of practice. Even the newest additions, Violet and Tracey, seemed to fit seamlessly into the group. 

By the time you reached the tail end of the game, your throat felt raw from cheering and screaming. Pansy was in a worse state, hurling insults when one of the Ravenclaw beaters attempted to grab the tail end of Blaise’s broom. 

“That was obviously a bloody fucking foul!” Pansy screamed. 

“Some colorful words from the Slytherin stands,” Luna said with a little smile, making Pansy blush. “Madam Hooch seems to agree. Robinson has been fouled for blagging Zabini.”

You gripped the end of the railing as Theo zoomed past. The score was tied, but if he made this goal it would put Slytherin up by ten points, effectively winning not only the game but also the Quidditch Cup.

“You got this, babe,” you yelled. “No mercy, Teddy!”

Theo met your gaze and smirked. Vicious woman, he mouthed before careening straight for the goalpost. 

The Ravenclaw keeper looked panicked as Theo dodged the other players and reeled the quaffle back. The shot was perfect, whizzing past the post so fast that the keeper didn’t even have time to react. 

“Nott with the winning shot!” Luna announced cheerily. “That’s game, everyone. Congratulations to this year’s Quidditch Cup winner: Slytherin House!”

The cheers that erupted from your housemates followed you all the way to the common room. In true Pansy fashion, the large space had been meticulously decorated with banners and streamers. The music blared and the liquor flowed, marking the start of a night of mischief and revelry. 

While waiting for the boys to finish showering, you helped Pansy play hostess. You greeted friends from other houses, filling their cups with your signature concoction. A fruity drink that masked the taste of liquor so well that the drinker didn’t realize they were pissed until it was too late. 

“Congratulations on the win,” said a familiar voice. You turned around and saw Murdock raising his green cup in a toast. 

You smiled, clinking your plastic cup against his. “Thanks Christoph. Good to see you here,” you lowered your voice, darting your head around the corner. “So things are going well with Daphne?”

Christoph smiled shyly. “Yeah, thanks for introducing us by the way. We’re going on our first date to the Three Broomsticks tomorrow.” 

After his last disastrous attendance at a Slytherin party, you figured it was the least you could do for your Hufflepuff friend. “Don’t mention it, Christoph. What are friends for? Besides, it’s obvious that you two would be absolutely perfect together.” 

“Who’s absolutely perfect together?” A familiar voice drawled. You felt an arm wrap protectively around you. “Besides us, of course.” 

Even before you were dating, Theo had a tendency to be overprotective towards you. Most of the time he was pretty good at controlling it, but sometimes his jealousy got the best of him. It would’ve annoyed you if it wasn’t so damn attractive. 

“Hey babe,” you said with a little smile, leaning up to kiss his cheek. “I was just telling Christoph here that he should offer Daphne a drink. They’d make a cute couple, don’t you think?”

Realization flooded Theo’s features, followed by a hint of embarrassment. “Definitely,” he said with a rueful smile. “Take it from me, mate. Don’t wait too long before chasing after the girl of your dreams.”

Christoph nodded, looking determined. “Thanks, mate.”

You handed your friend another cup and pointed him in Daphne’s direction. Beside you, Theo smiled sheepishly. His hair was slightly wet from the shower and he smelled like sea salt spray and smoke. The cozy knitted sweater he had thrown on brought out his watercolor eyes. 

“Nice save, babe.” 

“What can I say? I’m a hopeless romantic,” Theo said, placing his hands on your waist. “You bring it out of me, cara mia.”

You rolled your eyes fondly. “You know, I’d be mad if jealous Theo wasn’t so hot.” Theo grinned as you placed your arms around his neck. “But scoring that winning goal? That was downright sexy.”

Your boyfriend toyed with the hem of your shirt. “Oh yeah? Well, I had some motivation, thanks to our little bargain.” His hands slipped underneath your shirt, tracing teasing circles on your hips. “I delivered on my end. Now it’s time for you to pay up, love.” 

“Good things come to those who wait, Theo.” 

Theo pouted. “Fine, but only because I know you’re worth it.”

You pulled Theo in by the belt loop and kissed him, long and hard. He lifted you up and groaned as you tugged at his curls. Theo sighed into your mouth as you took control, showing him exactly how much you wanted him. You topped the kiss off by gently biting on his bottom lip. When you pulled away, Theo looked dazed. 

“Fuck,” he said in a low, dark voice. 

“A little preview,” you said with a smirk. “Just so you don’t think I’m completely heartless.”

“So my dorm or yours?”

You chuckled. “Theo, you haven’t even made your rounds. This party is to celebrate your win, you know.”

“Fuck the party,” he said dismissively. “You think I care about talking to all of these people after that? What do you want, love? Do you want me to beg? Get on my knees for you? I’ll do anything, princess.”

Salazar fucking save you. 

You would’ve taken Theo up on the offer, but this was his moment. He deserved to be celebrated. Besides, he’d be all yours by the end of the night. 

“As much as I love the visual,” you said, pecking him on the cheek. “I want you to celebrate with the team. You lot deserve it after working so hard all year.” You lowered your voice, whispering in his ear. “After that, we can go up to your dorm and I’ll give you your reward. Think you can do that, babe?”

“Yes ma’am,” Theo replied. “God you’re fucking sexy when you’re bossing me around.” 

You smirked. “Good boy.” 

Theo groaned before slipping his hand into yours. “Now come on, before I change my mind and claim my reward right here, right now.”

The two of you made rounds through the party, stopping here and there to talk to your respective friends. Most of the time, you were by Theo’s side watching in admiration as everyone congratulated him on the winning goal. 

Even in deep conversation, Theo never stopped touching you. Whether it was the soothing rub of his thumb across your knuckles or his arm draped protectively around your waist, it was obvious that physical touch was your boyfriend’s love language. 

You couldn’t help but smile at how easy it came to him, like touching you was as natural as breathing air.  

“What’s that smile for, love?”

“I just really fucking fancy you.”

Merlin’s bloody beard. The smile on Theo’s face completely took your breath away. His eyes, which you often joked gave him resting witch face, lit up brighter than the sun. 

“I really fucking fancy you too, darling.”

Finally, the two of you reached your friends on the other side of the common room. Blaise and Enzo were engaged in a competitive game of beer pong against Mattheo and Draco. 

“The man of the hour,” Malfoy announced, clapping Theo on the back. “You fucking killed it out there, mate.” He turned back to the other boys. “We all did.”

“This calls for a celebratory shot!” you announced. “Wait, where’s Pans?”

Mattheo smirked. “Chatting up our commentator. Looks like our little Pansy’s all grown up.”

Across the room, you shot Pansy a wink as she and Luna sat rather close together, huddled on the couch and giggling every so often. You rallied the boys, raising your cups in a cheer. Pansy affectionately flipped you the bird as all six of you hooted and hollered, but she downed the liquor nonetheless. 

The firewhisky must have been a fast acting agent of liquid courage because not even a second after she set her cup down, Pansy was kissing Luna. You squealed in delight while the rest of the group drunkenly cheered. 

This night just kept getting better and better. 

“Another one of our finest lost to young love,” Draco announced dramatically. 

You rolled your eyes. “You could be too if you stopped being a coward and finally asked Hermione out.” 

Malfoy nearly spat out his drink. “Granger? You think I fancy Granger? Little miss know it all, member of the Golden Trio, poster child Gryffindor Granger? Are you taking the piss, Y/N?”

“Oh please,” Mattheo said with a scoff. “We all see the way you look at her in the Great Hall. You don’t just fancy Granger. You’re absolutely smitten, mate.”

Enzo nodded empathetically. “Mattheo’s right, cousin. You should just ask Hermione out on a date.”

“Have you lot forgotten that the madwoman once punched me in the face?” 

“I think she’d be good for you,” you said. “Set you straight.” 

“Set me straight?” Draco repeated. “I don’t need anyone to set me straight. Especially not Granger. I mean, the witch is insufferable with her stupid curly hair and stupid big brown eyes and stupid flawless skin.” 

Blaise sighed. “No offense, mate, but you’re even thicker than Enzo when it comes to girls.”

Enzo protested in response, but Draco was too busy having a meltdown to notice. His pale complexion blossomed with red as his mouth gaped open. “Do I like Granger?” 

You rolled your eyes. “Obviously, you blubbering idiot.” 

Draco glared at you, then at Theo. “Nott, please get your girlfriend away from me before I have a full on fit.”

Theo only laughed, pulling you closer. “Gladly. We were heading out anyway.” 

You hugged your friends goodbye. Draco was still frowning at his drink when you and Theo finally headed out of the common room. 

“Think about it, ferret boy,” you hollered from the door. “Granger’s a catch! We could use more female presence in this absolute sausage party of a friend group.” 

With that, Theo hauled you over his shoulder. You squealed, pinching his bum as he carried you out of the common room. “Alright, love. That’s enough of that.” 

When you finally reached Theo’s dorm, the two of you fell over in absolute hysterics. You plopped down on his bed, spreading like an obnoxious starfish. Theo followed after, diving on top of you. 

“I think you gave Malfoy an identity crisis,” he said, laughing into your hair. 

You shrugged, rolling over so that you were on top of him. “He deserved it.” 

Theo toyed with the hem of your shirt, tracing circles on your hips. “And what about what I deserve?” 

“It’s coming, babe,” you said with a sly smile. “And pretty soon you will be too.”

“Don’t tease, cara mia.”

“I never tease,” you purred. “I only promise.”

With a satisfied smirk, you pressed your lips against his. Theo groaned into your mouth as you straddled his lap, deepening the kiss. Large hands roamed underneath your shirt, his palms rough and calloused from hours and hours of playing quidditch.

A sinfully delicious moan slipped past Theo’s lips as you trailed kisses along his jaw, throat, and neck. You sucked on his flesh, hard enough to leave marks. You liked knowing that every time he changed, little reminders of you littered his skin.

“Bloody fucking hell,” Theo muttered.

“You’ve got a filthy mouth, Theo,” you teased. “I bet I could shut you up though.”

Your boyfriend groaned like he was in pain. “Please do.”

You winked before disappearing underneath the covers. Theo’s eyes fluttered close as you continued kissing down his chest, taking the time to trace your name on his abs with your tongue, which seemed to be a real crowd pleaser. You stripped off his trousers, kissing his perfectly defined v line before licking a teasing stripe along the underside of his cock.

“Figlio di puttana,” Theo cursed, low and rough. Your knees nearly buckled. There was truly nothing hotter than your boyfriend swearing in Italian. “Don’t stop, Y/N.”

“What was that you said about delivering on my promise?” you asked innocently, looking up at him through your lashes. “Because it feels like I’m giving you the winner treatment right now, doesn’t it baby?”

A choked moan was your only response as you took him into your mouth. You gagged as he hit the back of your throat, bobbing your head up and down in a steady rhythm. Theo fisted your hair in his hands, watching through heavy lids as you sucked your cheeks in. 

“You’re going to be the death of me,” he groaned, stroking your cheek. “But I’m willing to die a happy man.”

You chuckled, sending vibrations to his sensitive head. Theo twitched against your cheek as you gripped his shaft, moving along with your mouth. He continued to curse colorfully while you wrapped your lips around him. You felt him tense underneath you, signaling that he was close. 

Theo tugged lightly at your scalp. “I don’t want to cum yet,” he said huskily. “Not until I’m inside of you.” 

Merlin bless your boyfriend and his filthy fucking mouth. Theo flipped you over, his body pinning you to the mattress as he kissed you roughly. You gasped against his mouth, giving him the perfect opportunity to slide his tongue in. Heat pooled in your core and flooded your body with desire. 

“Theo,” you mumbled, tugging at his shirt. “I need you. Now.” 

He ripped off his shirt, grinning. “Then have me, darling.” 

“I want to be on top.” 

You squealed as Theo rolled over, placing you on his lap. He gripped your hips and gently rolled against you. “I’m not about to argue with that.”

With a smirk, you toyed with the hem of your shirt. Theo grabbed your wrist and shook his head. “Keep it on. I want to watch you ride me while wearing my jersey.”

“Have I ever told you how much I love your filthy mouth?” 

Theo grinned before latching his lips on your breast. He looked up at you and swirled his tongue around your nipple through the fabric. “It’s not ringing a bell. Shall I try the other side?” 

“Gods, yes.” 

He gave your other nipple equal attention as you lined his cock up at your entrance. Precum coated his tip, mixing with your own slick as you slowly lowered onto his length. Theo’s teeth sank into your collarbone, muffling his moan. 

“Fuck me,” he exhaled in a shaky breath. 

“I am, baby.”

Theo chuckled darkly. “Smartass.”

You rolled your hips as he gripped your ass, helping you lift and lower at a faster pace. Theo’s mouth collided with yours, his hands roaming underneath your shirt and exploring every inch of you like he was trying to commit your body to memory. 

The intensity of his gaze pierced you with lust and desire. He lifted the hem of his jersey, watching as his cock disappeared between your folds. 

“I love watching you take all of me, pretty girl.” Theo was ravenous, littering your neck and shoulder with love bites. “You ride me so fucking well. Maybe it should be you out there on the broom.” 

“The only broom I’m interested in is yours,” you quipped back. “Besides, you don’t want everyone else knowing my tricks, do you?”

“Fuck no,” Theo whispered roughly as he switched positions. He pressed you against the mattress, hooking your legs on his shoulder before smirking. “This is for my eyes only. You’re mine, amorina.” 

“Yours,” you breathed as he thrust into you. The angle allowed him to slide in even deeper, hitting all the right spots as your eyes rolled to the back of your head. 

“That’s my good girl,” Theo declared proudly. “Now fucking take it.”

The pleasure hits you in waves. The sounds that you were both making were absolutely filthy, and you were glad that music was playing in the common room below otherwise the whole of Slytherin house would’ve heard you screaming Theo’s name. 

“You getting close, baby?” Theo grunted as you fluttered around him. You whimpered in response, raking your nails along his back. “I’ll take that as a yes. I want you to cum with me. Can you do that, pretty girl?”

You nodded as Theo’s slender fingers rubbed against your clit, pushing you over the edge. You wrapped your legs around his waist and pulled him closer, cursing as the orgasm hit you both. 

Theo kissed you, swallowing your moans of pleasure as euphoria washed over you. He rode it out, hips stuttering as he finished. The two of you laid in the dark, bodies twined together while your heartbeats synced. 

“Holy fuck,” you said in disbelief. 

Theo chuckled. “That did feel a bit sacrilegious.” 

He rolled over and grabbed his wand, casting a quick scouring charm over the both of you. Thank Merlin for magic.

You rolled over, propping your chin up with one hand. “You want to smoke a cigarette, don’t you?”

Your boyfriend shook his head. “Actually, I was thinking about quitting.” 

Now this was news to you. “Oh? Has all my nagging finally paid off?” 

“Maybe,” he said, shrugging. “I’m just thinking ahead. I don’t want our kids picking up the habit.”

Your eyes widened. “Kids? As in, plural?”

Theo nodded emphatically. “Oh yeah, little Theo Jr. and his brother Mattheo don’t need to be exposed to my smoking.” 

You cocked your head in confusion. “Theo Jr.? Mattheo?”

“Don’t ask. I lost a bet.”

“You better be taking the piss, Teddy.”

He chuckled. “Mostly. I am quitting smoking and I am looking forward to a future with you, our hypothetical children’s names to be further discussed.” 

“You absolute menace of a man,” you said, cuddling him with a wide grin. “I fucking adore you, do you know that?”

“I am stupidly in love with you.” 

You giggled as Theo peppered kisses on your face. “Malfoy’s right. We’re truly revolting.”

“Oh, absolutely vile.” 

Theo tucked you into the crook of his neck and kissed the top of your head. “I wouldn’t have it any other way,” you mumbled sleepily. “I love you, Teddy.”

He pulled you close and smiled. “I love you too, Y/N.”

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Walk With Me - BuckTommy Fic Prompt

This is me trying not to break down over today's election results.

Prompt from @aplaceinme (If you don't want to be tagged please, let me know.)

"a beautiful autumn day, walking around the park on a cute date??"

Rays of filtered sunlight peek through the curtains in Buck’s loft. Slowly, he blinks his eyes open, squinting at even the low light of the morning. Groaning quietly, he rolls onto his side and drapes his arm over Tommy’s stomach, snuggling deeper into his side. Closing his eyes, he exhales deeply and basks in the warmth of the man he’s coming to love.

Tommy stirs. One of his large hands digs into the curls at the back of Buck’s head, giving gentle scritches as he presses his plush lips against his forehead. “Morning.” His voice is raspy with sleep but so full of love that Buck feels butterflies in his stomach. Lifting his head, he pouts his lips until Tommy pecks them, smirking with a chuckle.

“Morning.” Buck yawns, eyes watering and jaw cracking. Getting up onto his elbows, he stares down at his boyfriend and asks, “Since we’re up early, how does a walk around the park sound? We can grab some coffee or something while we walk.” Leaning down, he places a gentle kiss against Tommy’s chest, along the smattering of slightly greying chest hair that always seems to make him a bit self conscious, but that Buck loves beyond words.

Running a hand through his hair, Tommy hums and grins at him, eyes crinkling with delight. “Sounds great, babe. But… maybe just ten more minutes?” He gives him a lingering kiss before settling back into the pillow, a blissed out look on his face. Buck doesn’t even bother arguing, instead settling back half on top of Tommy, nose buried in the crook of his neck. Tommy pulls the comforter back up around them, snuggling back into its warmth.

Ten minutes turns into thirty, that turns into an hour. Neither of them mind.

When they manage to crawl out of bed, they each don a pair of jeans and a hoodie; Buck totally stole one of Tommy’s, but he doesn’t say anything, instead grinning as he shakes his head, pulling Buck in for a side hug and a kiss to his birthmark.

Buck gathers his keys, his phone, and his wallet as they head out into the relative cool of a California autumn. As they exit the building, Tommy slides his hand into the hoodie pouch and takes Buck’s hand, squeezing it but not trying to extract it, and they walk that way until - laughing as they bump into each other every few steps - they reach the coffee shop three blocks west of the apartment complex. As they dip inside, Tommy places one of his hands at the small of Buck’s back, herding him while also marking his claim. Buck feels so warm. So safe. So loved. So… Possessed. A shiver shoots down his spine and Tommy asks, concerned, “Are you cold? We don’t have to go to the park.”

“No, babe. I’m good.” Buck elbows him gently in the stomach and approaches the cashier, who greets him with a pearly white smile and a hearty ‘good morning!’ Without even needing to confirm it, he’s known it by heart for months, Buck orders both their coffee’s and a muffin to split - chocolate chip, Tommy’s favorite.

They grab their things and go outside to stand at one of the bar tables to eat their breakfast, feeding each other bites between kisses and flirtatious quips. The street is so quiet that Buck feels like he’s in their own little bubble; it’s early enough that the songbirds still serenade the morning sun. An elderly gentleman sits a few tables away at one of the bistro tables, reading an honest to God newspaper that he flips the pages of every so often between sips of coffee. A woman taps away at a laptop at another table, dressed to the flawless 9’s, even though the sun has barely risen. The scent of freshly baked bread and newly brewed coffee carry through the air on the crisp breeze passing by around them.

Buck feels like he’s carved out, and captured, a little piece of heaven this morning.

Tommy returns their empty plate inside and when he returns, he holds out his hand to Buck who links their pinkies without hesitation, letting it swing between them, their coffee’s in their free hands. Tommy quirks an eyebrow at him with his usual deadpan stare and Buck stares back innocently, giving him the biggest puppy dog eyes he can manage. Tommy doesn’t last ten seconds before snorting, lips turning up into a wry smile. “Dork.” He shakes his head and drags Buck in the direction of the park, hanging on with his pinky for dear life.

There’s a pond with a trail a couple of miles long and perfect for a stress free morning warm up. As they enter onto the trail, Buck throws his now empty cup into the trashcan at the mouth and stuffs his now free hand into his pocket to keep warm. Tommy continues to sip at his as they stroll along the paved path, smiling at mom’s and dad’s passing by with their tots in strollers or the runner that zips by, music blasting from their headphones as ponytails swish back and forth and light glints off polarized sunglasses. Couples sprawl out on blankets along the green lawns on either side of the trail or the occasional person with their nose buried in a book, clearly fantasizing about other times and worlds. They watch as elderly men and women sit mostly alone on benches along the shore, staring off into the distance as their arthritic hands grasp onto walking sticks and walkers. Ducks and geese swarm around the bench areas as they’re fed bread that isn’t good for them. Buck grins as he spouts off facts about why you’re not supposed to feed wildlife bread anymore, and Tommy pays rapt attention like he’ll be quizzed on it at the end of the lecture.

They stop at an open bench and sit for a little while, Tommy pulling Buck into his side, allowing him to lay his head against his shoulder. Their silence is so comfortable Buck feels the pull towards sleep and maybe even dozes off for a few minutes, not that Tommy will ever tell him he did. When they decide to get moving again, Buck takes Tommy’s hand fully in his now, loving how Tommy’s hand is large enough that it fully engulfs his own; a feeling that he never thought he’d get to experience. While he absolutely loves women, there was something special about being the smaller one; the one that gets to feel fully encased by a partner's love and warmth.

“Ready to head back?” Tommy asks after one full circuit of the pond. Buck grins at him and leans in for a kiss, humming happily when Tommy gives him exactly what he wants.

“Yeah. Thanks for coming with me this morning.”

Tommy’s nose crinkles as he replies, “Any time, Evan. I love you.”

His heart gives a strong ba-dump as he says, grinning back, “Love you, too, Tommy.” He simply couldn’t ask for a better boyfriend, or a better start to his day.

[illdowhatiwantthanks]

Snuggling with Their S.O. (BAU Headcanons)

HUGE s/o to @ithebookhoarder for the format/inspo on these! I ✨love✨ your HCs!

*Also, PS, this lil exercise has made me abundantly aware that I am super super gay. Like, I had a hard time writing the men because imagining myself/reader snuggling with a man was so weird to me. Sorry, men of the BAU (and men in general)! I'm sure you are great, you're just not for me! So that being said, I want to clarify that I still don't write for the Criminal Minds men. I'd only do them for HCs. - love illdowhatiwantthanks (and what I want is to not write men x reader)

Aaron Hotchner

Surprisingly gentle, as if he's afraid you might break

Very soft, a side of him that not many people get to see (and even you don't get to see it that often)

Hands everywhere, not even necessarily in a sexual way, he just can't keep his hands off you

He gets a lil shy and sometimes has a hard time making eye contact

Lowkey obsessed with the smell of your conditioner and loves to bury his face in your neck

Big spoon, always

David Rossi

Will tickle you until you're practically begging for him to stop

Playful, loves to make you laugh

Plays with your fingers, soft touches that make you shiver

I mean the man is a writer, will whisper either the dirtiest or the sweetest things you've ever heard into your ear depending on the mood

Insomniac, but doesn't even care because he loves to watch you sleep

Big spoon 85% of the time, except after one of his nightmares about the Galen parents' murder

Derek Morgan

Soft, but somehow sensual and passionate at the same time

Will snuggle with you just to snuggle, but also is never mad if it leads to more...

Likes to keep his eyes closed and just feel you

Traces every part of you like he's drawing a map in his mind–curves, freckles, ribcage, shoulder blades, all of it

Prefers snuggling sans clothing–not for sexual reasons necessarily, just because he likes the feeling of skin-to-skin contact

Prefers face-to-face to spooning

Emily Prentiss

Snuggles hard, as in deep pressure, as in holding you very tight, as in wants to be as close to you as humanly possible

Loves to tuck your head in the crook of her neck

Never not playing with your hair

Seriously has a gorilla death grip on you, good luck if you need to go to the bathroom in the middle of the night

Will kiss your neck whenever she can't resist–which is always

Big spoon always because she likes to make you feel safe (and she likes to feel that you feel safe with her)

Jennifer Jareau

Gentle and very sweet, a part of herself she doesn't get to show at work

Lots of very cute, very innocent kisses all over your face–forehead, cheek, eyelids, tip of your nose

Stares at you so long it makes you blush

Not usually very forthcoming with "I love yous" but will say it again and again while snuggling

Prefers face-to-face so she can watch you

But will want to spoon after a hard case–if it was one where she was scared for you (usually physically similar victims) she'll want to be the big spoon, if it was one where she was scared she'll be the little spoon

Penelope Garcia

Worships the actual ground you walk on, will make you feel absolutely adored

Makes sure you have everything you need to be comfy–weighted blanket, favorite pillow, stuffies or security blanket, white noise if you need it

Will hold you, of course she will and she will love it, but her favorite is when you hold her

Will tell you the sweetest, randomest, dorkiest things while you're snuggling

Feels almost like falling asleep and into a really good dream when she snuggles into you

If you have any pets, they are 100% invited to snuggle, too

Prefers face-to-face snuggling or little spoon, but if you've had a bad day she will not hesitate to scoop you up

Spencer Reid

Very, very shy at first, like he's trying so hard to be respectful that he lays there like a plank of wood

Makes eye contact only to look away and blush beet red

Plants small kisses on your shoulders every few minutes

Likes to hold your hands and play with your fingers

Foreheads pressed together while he tells you about his latest hyperfixation (it becomes his favorite part of the day)

Will always, always take care of you and hold you when you are having a hard day but secretly loves being the little spoon best

[lussiane333]

I saw the name VINCENT SINCLAIR IN THE LIST OF WHO U WRITE FOR?? Omg u got my favorite slasher, now I HAVE to share my ideas w u

ok ok, so let’s say his s/o is an artist too, right? I feel like they would model for each other. Like, we all know how there are head canons of Vincent and his s/o going on cute dates like sitting under the shade of a tree and having a picnic with various fruits and stuff, yk, the romantic shit, but I imagine them sitting only a foot away from each other both with their noses in sketchbooks as they glance back and forth from the paper to the other and each time they make eye contact they just blush n get shy or something cute like that-

or like, if his s/o has long hair, they just do each other’s hair to relax after long days of murdering and waxing n stuff. But I also imagine Vincent having a really southern accent when he whispers. Bc, well, we know he can breathe, so wether he can speak or not doesn’t rlly matter since he can just kinda whisper without a voice lol. But both of his brothers have THICC southern accents, and in EVERY SINGLE FANFIC where Vincent speaks, (which I don’t agree with but I’m not here to shame bc that’s not cool) he never has an accent :(

u don’t have to even respond to this lol I know I’m not that imaginative, but I hope that I gave u some ideas or inspiration!

-btw u look great today ;)

Hello there! I'm glad you decided to share your ideas and thoughts with me 🖤

If you are also into art, he would want to make and create stuff with you together! (Vincent would like to hear your every idea how to make his "living figurines" even more interesting looking)

If you brought up the idea of drawing and sketching each other, he would clean around his space and try to make it the most comfortable for both of you!

He would get everything, your every little detail. For him, drawing and painting is the other way to admire and cherish beauty.

Vincent would definitely stop drawing unintentionally and look at you, you'd notice him, give him that beautiful smile he loves, and if he's without mask you would notice his mouth corners slowly rising up, never taking his eyes off you. I also imagine tired Vincent and you in bed, massaging his palms, helping him to relax and he's just like in heaven.

He asks you to pose for him very often. He has this little sketchbook that is full of drawings that are forming into the final piece of you.

The hair stuff? Yes. Brushing through his long hair while being pressed against him, he just melts.

Imagine he is working on his next thing, or cleaning his knives, or medical supplies he has, he's deeply focused and of course his hair is getting in the way. He doesn't pay it no mind, he's used to it and it somehow comforts him even. But getting the stuff out of his hair is not so comforting.. So you walk over to him, and put his hair up with a tie and kiss his cheek, he really does appreciate it.

After a long tiring day Vincent loves when he can just lay on top of you and bury his face into the crook of your neck, feel you, and smell your hair and scent.

His absolutely favorite thing is when you tangle your hands into his hair and go through it with your fingers. Best way for him to fall asleep. Now if you have long hair, expect Vincent want to braid and brush it every chance he gets. He likes how your hair looks and loves the way it smells! If you're using some oils, he's doing it for you now. If you have short hair he still wants to brush it, stroke it, and help you wash it in the shower.

The accent.. Again, Vincent snuggled up with you, arms around you and listening to you talk about things, and maybe you even asked him something he doesn't really know, he just looks at you and is like:

"I love ya.. so much" and holds you even tighter to him.

[jxbsbokuto]

repost | haikyuu masterlist

Sunday is Bokuto’s favorite day.

He loves it because you always wake up later than usual, so he has some time to admire your sleeping figure before starting the day. You just look so peaceful and beautiful, and you never let him admire you for long since you get flustered and shy, so he takes advantage of the mornings when you are unaware.

The second reason why he loves it is that you both can cuddle as long as you want without worrying about work and chores, and if there’s something Koutarou loves, it is cuddling you.

He has memorized a few things that you do in the early mornings while you’re still sleeping. Like searching for him if he rolls to the other side, or kicking the sheets off of you when it starts to get hotter, or gripping on his shirt - when he occasionally sleeps in it -, and his favorite, when he pulls you to his chest and he feels your muscles relaxing even more and you let out a soft and low satisfied sigh.

So that’s what he does. Bokuto wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you closer to him, burying his nose on your hair. He feels his chest explode as you snuggle yourself on his chest and let out that cute purr.

He tries to fall asleep again multiple times but fails each time. He wants your attention, he wants to shower you and be showered with affection, but for that, he needs to wake you up first.

“Hey, hey, hey, angel.” He whispers softly to your ear. “It’s time to wake up.”

You smile with your eyes closed and throw your leg over his thigh, pulling him closer to you so there’s no space in between you.

Koutarou loves how clingy you are in the mornings. You kiss him lazily, hug him like a koala and follow him through the house like a lost puppy. At times, you seemed even more clingy than him.

“Gimme kiss.” You say with a sleepy voice.

He leans down and places a small kiss on your forehead. You finally open your eyes and glare at him with a little pout.

/Adorable/

“Gimme kiss.”

He leans down again, reaching for your cheek, you read his movements and try to turn your head to catch his lips but he kisses your nose instead.

“Koutarou. Give. Me. A. Kiss.” You demand.

He chuckles and cups your face. The ace leans down once more, slowly, staring at you in a way that gives you butterflies all over. You close your eyes when you feel his breath hitting your nose and part your lips, only to be kissed on the chin.

“Kotarou!”

He laughs as you cross your arms and close your eyes in frustration.

He takes advantage of the moment to get on top of you and crashes his lips on yours.

He feels you gasping in surprise and smiles as you relax and hum through the kiss.

You throw your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist, deepening the kiss and trapping him in it.

It’s slow, passionate, and somewhat sleepy.

You stay like this for what feels like forever, exchanging kisses, caresses, and giggles.

“Is that what you wanted, angel?” He asks, snuggling his face on the crook of your neck.

“Yes, but it’s not enough, I want more.”

He smiles against your skin and makes a trail of kisses from your collarbone all the way to your lips, leaving a few light red circles behind.

Then, he pampers your face with kisses, covering every inch of your skin with messy smooches and earning a laugh from you.

“I love you, Kou.” You say giggling.

“And I love you, Y/n.”

Bokuto raises his hand to your hand. He traces your figures gently, your cheekbones, your eyebrows, your nose, your cheek, your lips, your jaw…

He studies the beautiful face he has been studying forever, memorizing every inch of his beloved.

“What time is it?” You ask.

“It doesn’t matter, we’ll stay in bed for another two hours anyway.”

“Yeah, you right.”

He flips you over so that you’re laying on his chest. His arms hold you tight and he rests his chin on top of your head.

In this position you can hear his heartbeat, quite fastened actually.

“Kou?”

“Yes, angel?”

“Why is your heart beating so fast?” He chuckles under his breath.

“Because you’re here with me.”

“Huh?” You look up to him.

“You always make my heart beat faster, Y/n.”

You hide your blushing face on his chest. The muscle envelops your face comfortably and you urge to squeeze it.

“Uh, baby?” He asks, concerned.

“Yeth?” Your voice is muffled by his skin.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m loving your bobbies.”

“I wanna love your bobbies too!”

Koutarou places his hands on the side of your chest and tries to grab them but you jump to the side, laying face down on the mattress.

“That won't do, angel, let me love your bobbies!”

He starts to tickle your sides, making you turn around again and tickle him back, beginning a fight of tickles and laughs.

Sunday is Bokuto’s favorite day. Because he can have these kinds of moments with you.

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[snappleapple]

their favorite types of kisses

people in this - dream, georgenotfound, sapnap, wilbur, punz, jschlatt, awesamdude, quackity

headcanon!

the most disgusting fluff i’ve ever written

warning - cursing, i think that’s all but if there is more please do not hesitate to tell me :)

word count - 2k

a/n: okay okay, i might’ve lied earlier about that being my last post but this was short and easy to make which is why i would like to feed my readers this early haha. anyways, enjoy and please disregard the errors in this post, i hate proof reading anything lol. also, i’ve been very indecisive on the title and i might change it later and ooh, my masterlist will be made soon. i’ve just been feeling very unproductive these days. also, please put in requests, i am so bored and dumb therefore there are no ideas in this brain. and if you’d like a part 2, i might add more people for the part 2!anyways, peace!

dream -

i get the feeling that dream’s favorite type of kisses would be cheek kisses

he just likes to watch as you struggle to reach his height

“aw look at those little legs do their thing.”

ends up with you not giving him his kiss

and mans becomes SO pouty

“y/n…come on. don’t be this way.” :(

if you don’t kiss him on the cheek, will also become SO clingy and whiny

“why won’t you KISS ME!”

clenches his fists and stomps away like a teenage girl during puberty

slamming the door to your room

so then you have to go and give him all the kisses he wants

his face is slammed into your pillow

you sit on the side of the bed and pet his hair

leading him to stare up at you with puppy dog eyes

“i will give you all the kisses you want. so stop being so pouty, you big baby.”

will literally leave zero feet of space between you and him

taps his cheek to tell you he wants kisses

when you go on dates, will literally make you stand on your tippy toes to get his kisses

does not bend down at all and actually lifts his head higher to tease you

in other words, clingy but rude hoe

george -

george is a classic romantic

he loves just lip kisses

pecks or lingering ones

he doesn’t care

mans don’t need too many kisses

nor does he need to be too clingy

total opposite of dream and sapnap *ahem clingy ahem*

if he wants a kiss,

he will come over to you and get it

doesn’t get pouty if you’re busy

just waits patiently

doesn’t enjoy it when you interrupt him when he’s streaming so you do your own thing

when you’re watching a movie with him,

he will literally only stare at you with his cute smile

and listen to your every criticism of the movie

he likes to just peck your lips whenever he feels like it

and you’re just not surprised anymore

just likes to stare at your lips whenever you talk

overall, is very sweet but not to an extent with showing affection

sapnap -

omg

sapnap just vibes with neck kisses

it tickles his neck and he loves them

giggles when you pepper kisses along his neck and flushes a deep red

“y/n. stop.” giggles between each word

but when you do, becomes the saddest person in the whole world

“i was joking.” :(

when he’s streaming and he begins to miss you

would leave his room and find you just to get a kiss

just like dream, would get angry if you give him no kisses

“GIVE ME KISSIES!”

very amusing for you

and you love to tease him

“i don’t want to give you kissies.”

continues to stare at you with a large frown until you give in and give him kissies

lsg supremacy but i’ll get into this later hehe

you better give him kisses or you’ll be dealing with a very sad sapnap

sadnap :(

wilbur -

wilbur, wilbur, wilbur

what can i even say

total nose kiss guy

i bet he’ll boop your nose twenty four seven

asks stupid questions just to get your attention

“y/n?”

“yes wilbur?”

“is a hotdog a sandwich?”

“why-“

“boop.”

“did you just say boop while you booped my nose?”

if he’s streaming and you bring him a snack

he will hold your face still and leave kisses on your nose

not too clingy but not too distant

likes to be just right with you

if its snowy outside and your noses get red

makes dumb jokes about he is rudolph and you’re mrs. rudolph

just a lot of smooches from wilby

takes you to a lot of hidden cafes in the city

and while you read, he balances his head on his palm, staring at you in admiration

if you’re insecure about your nose, you legit can’t be around wilbur because he will go on a tangent about how beautiful it is

substantially, soft boy hours all day bro, besides when he gets mad then you leave the hormonal man tf alone

punz -

i don’t see a lot of punz on tumblr so here we go

punz loves hand kisses

not to an extent where he has a hand fetish

god no but just like

when your holding hands, he’ll occasionally pull your hand up to his lips and leave a kiss

lots of hand holding

and i mean lots

constantly gets mad fun of for being a simp but ignores those comments because he genuinely loves you so much

likes it when you play with his hair and messing it up

also likes to compare hand sizes with you

always has a hand on your thigh or your hand in his whenever he is driving somewhere with you

even when you go on dates, always holding hands

no matter how sweaty your hand gets, he will hold on

sometimes if he holds on for too long, you have to tell him to let go

“punz, my hand is super sweaty. lets take a break from the hand holding.”

would flat out decline so you would have to pry your hand out of his

he would also love it when you would kiss his hand

makes him feel all polite and precious LOL

would also wrap his pinky along yours when you walk together

he once came with you to a family gathering for christmas and was so SHY

shy boy held your hand for security while your younger siblings made fun of you

afterwards, when you were under a mistletoe, he kisses you on the lips before kissing you on his favorite part of your body,

your hand

c!jschlatt -

jschlatt is a whole mess

the first time you met, he confessed that he would hate you for as long as you lived because you made fun of his boots

now he says he still strongly dislikes you but you’re more tolerable

doesn’t like it when you make him soft and HATES it when he blushes

“why must you do this to me, mother nature?”

also “hates” it when you even touch him because he “hates” you

when he actually confessed to you that he liked you with his grumpy usual grandpa voice,

you kissed him on his forehead, after he bent down of course

he is an actual giant and threatens to squash you like an ant if he feels the need to

is an absolute monster to you but loves it when you kiss his forehead because it makes him feel secure and loved

likes to watch the wind blow through your hair and mess it up but gives you his hat because he like you being “all pretty and shit”

gets SUPER jealous when you hug children

like for example, when you went over to a family gathering at his house, his cousins came up to hug you

and when you let go of the child, the man child comes and lugs you over his shoulder

gets yelled at by his mom and gives her a sheepish smile before rolling his eyes and throwing you down on the sofa set next to him

his mom doesn’t approve of the way he treats you but you tell her its fine because he’s cute

when you are far from any type of civilization or in the safety and solitude of your own home, he wants kisses on the forehead

pointing up to it and bending down so you could reach it

“y/n, i only love you because of your forehead kisses.”

“you only love me for my kisses?” :(

“mhm.”

actually feels slightly bad

“and because of your personality.”

“thank you-“

“shut up. we don’t talk about this.”

in conclusion, give him his forehead kisses or perish

awesamdude -

sam just adores it when you give him jawline kisses

not because it’s basically the only place you could reach but because it’s a sweet gesture

sam is all about sweetness

i mean have you even seen this man on his stream

he likes to watch you while you have conversations with your friends

not in a creepy way but more like an adoring way

cause man does he love you

i mean not only does he love you but his whole family does

and when you’re alone with sam, you love to bury him underneath all of your love

“i love you sam!”

“no i love you more y/n!”

“NO i LOVE you more!”

“NO i LOVE you MORE!”

“SAM NO. I LOVE YOU MORE!”

“okay thank you sweet pea.”

leaving you a bit confused but happy that he accepts your love

when you cuddle, omg

he never stops peppering kisses all over your face and vice versa because your relationship is disgustingly fluffy

when he lends you one of his sweatshirts, you sure as hell better wear that shit out or else (i am leaving a blank threat here)

sam loves technology but you guys sort of have a system

a system that involves mailing each other love letters rather than texting them

you guys also go on a ton of walks just about anywhere

hand holding is mandatory even though you probably look like a child compared to him

just give sam lots of love and in return, you’ll receive lots of love

quackity -

mans cannot leave you tf alone

likes to do ANYTHING freaky around you

“i will follow you to the ends of the earth, mi amor.” or

“ayy, back off.” if anyone gets too close to you

messes with you twenty four seven and makes it his job to drive you insane

plays horror games at two in the morning for fun

and when he gets scared, hides in the safety of your arms

“mi amor. i’m scared.”

“shut the fuck up and sleep, alex.”

“okay.” shuts up quickly and snuggles deeper into the crook of your neck

loves you so deeply but HATES your cat

“look at that little dumb thing stare at me. you got a problem bro?”

your cat also HATES alex

scratches him all the time and hisses at him

if you think sapnap is babie, wait till you meet alex

“y/n he bit me!”

when you glance down, you don’t even see a scratch

“kiss my boo boo.”

wtf

“what boo boo? there’s nothing there.”

gasps as if you offended him

“this boo boo that your el demonio did to me.”

this man will do anything to get boo boo kisses

istg, you once found him provoking your cat to get some scratches

in alex’s mind, ouchies = kisses from y/n

always has ouchies from god knows where and shows it to you

even though you find it annoying at first, you grow used to it and it sorta becomes your thing with alex

alex is babie and you need to take good care of him :)

[undead-merman]

Can I please request some bunny! Satan nsfw with a gn reader?

Thank you for all your works, I love reading them all!

Thanks. Someone else asked for the rest so here.

🐰Yandere Bunny Mammon, Leviathan, and Satan🐰 Mating Season GN - Reader NSFW

(Contains: Breeding Kink)

Mammon

Before Mating Season

Mammon is normally very unprepared for his Rut only ever noticing when it’s a day away or just as it starts. But now that you’re there he’s overprepared, much to his dismay, as his brothers tease him for it. Dozens of different kinds of healthy snacks, mineral waters, even creams for sores. He just wants to impress you even in ways like this.

He gets more moody than normal, getting angrier and more jealous of you. Yelling at anyone who even looks at you all while pulling you closer and shoving his face into you and guiding you away. He’s also extremely touchy, grabbing you playfully, smacking your ass, or even teasing your sex before backing away red faced, realizing what he did.

He’s much more forward asking you on dates and pulling you around or forcing himself into your room to spend time with you. He simply won’t leave you alone and anytime you wander off he whines and complains and practically throws himself at you. He simply monopolizes all of your time.

He steals a lot of your clothes and belongings and hides them in his room. When you need them he presents them to you with a wagging tail more like a dog than a rabbit telling you he got it for you so you don’t have to go far and push it onto you. He likes to keep one of your pillows in his hoard and hump into it while pretending it's you. He's scared to lose himself to his rut and doing something embarrassing or hurt you in some way. He thrusts into the pillow trying to elevate his building sexual frustration but it only gets him more worked up and craving you even more.

During Mating Season

When his Rut is a day or two away he gets far more aggressive with others looking at you then ever before and will drag you away and keep you locked up with him so your attention is only on him. He’ll just hold you, unwilling to let go. He nuzzles into your neck but slowly moves to more intimate spots, too lost in the feeling of you to realize his actions. He’s just begging you to love him and adore him, muttering in your skin with his eyes closed. His ears are shaking and tail is straight up.

His Rut hits him like a truck and he's all over you, placing open mouth kisses all over your body and his hands grip your hips tightly, but you can feel them shaking from his excitement and arousal. All embarrassment flies out the window and he’s trapping you under his body, panting heavily the idea of filling you until you're so fucked out, then driving you insane by continuing.

He takes an extra long time to prepare you, fingering you slowly and reslishing in the moans you make, almost a revenge of sorts for being so wonderful smelling right before his Rut. As he fingers you he’s grinding on any part of your body his hips come in contact with. He cums once or twice on you shivering while looking frustrated from not being satisfied at all and just getting more worked up.

Once he’s inside you, his ears are shaking wildly and he’s grinning from ear to ear as he suddenly pounds you until your legs shake with exhaustion. He’s covering your body in hickies and bite marks, but concentrating them in areas you both know will be noticeable afterwards. Mammon just happily grunts out how everyone will see just how much you belong together.

Even during breaks he likes to stay inside and just have you warm his cock, he desperately craves to stay inside of you. The way he casually talks about you being bred by him is embarrassing but he doesn’t even seem to notice just paying attention to if you need to eat or rest. After he’s right back into fucking you full and raw.

He loves any position he can put you in so long as he’s closely pressed to you he hates when you're too far from him and tugs you back in close to him.

After Mating Season

After his rut is over and his senses go back to normal he’s hiding himself under the sheets horrified and ashamed of all the embarrassing things he said and did; but if you try to stand he’ll suddenly burst from his cocoon, telling you to sit down and he’ll do whatever you need.

He takes some convincing to let you roam free again and when you’re allowed to leave he’s extremely protective of you and doesn’t even let his brothers look at you for too long and starts yelling at them as he pulls you into his arms using his entire body as a shield. He has a nasty kick befitting a rabbit he’s not afraid to use if anyone touches you.

He’s your one and only mate and he’s extremely boastful of it he uses you to brag and is so proud to call you his and the thought of him successfully breeding you makes him glow with excitement he’s constantly pestering you over and over to let him do it again. He swears that doing it with you gives him good luck and you're an amazing lucky charm.

Leviathan

Before Mating Season

Leviathan is absolutely horrified by his Rut and is one of the ones to overly prepare for it at least a month in advance and has a small anime themed backpack to hold all of his essentials in. He packs a ton of water bottles with a fruity flavored vitamin powder. He gets easily dehydrated so packing them is a must unless he wants to pass out.

He tries to keep it a secret as long as possible. His heart wouldn’t be able to handle the embarrassment after exposure, though he really really wants to spend his Rut with you. He keeps imagining it over and over and eventually he gets too worked up and has to mastrubate to his photo collection of you.

He has a hard time looking in your eyes but can’t look away from you. He’ll stare at the back of your head, trying to keep his breathing even, but looking away when you catch him staring. He pretends not to know what you're talking about. But if anyone gets close to you he’ll hunt them down and tear them to pieces in a jealous rage

During Mating Season

When it hits he tries to stay hidden in his room drooling over some clothes he stole and whimpering your name as he sniffs it and pumps it around his painfully hard dick his head filled with nothing but you and how much he wants to see his cum overflowing inside you and dripping down your legs. Eventually he can’t take it anymore and stops hiding, seeking you out and pulling you up on his hips and carrying you home making you wrap your legs around him and him burying his nose into you rubbing his scent into you.

Expect him to apologize over and over for ignoring you and him begging for you to forgive him. He was just embarrassed he’ll apologize by licking and stroking your sex trying to make you feel so good that you forget or forgive him. Then moving your entrance and swirling his tongue around it.

He presses into you, hard, as he grips your hips with surprising strength and makes you see stars as he hits every good spot you have, and even helps you discover some new ones. Every time he cums he asks you not to spill it and he pushes as deep as he could into you.

If you pull his ears you’ll see a switch flip inside of him and he’ll shiver with every thrust pulling into you over and over. His mind just goes blank and he just wants to cum inside you as much as possible. The instinct of breeding you is the only thing on his mind after that.

Once in a while he stops for a short break, hydrating but eating like a bird the whole time he’s snuggling up with you and weakly checking his phone while nuzzling into your collarbone. Bathing with him he sinks low into the bath so only above his nose stick out of the water relaxing for a few minutes before he tries to fuck you in the bath.

After Mating Season

He buries his face in a pillow and apologizes for being so avoidant before he offers you his jacket to keep you warm as he softly rubs your sore and weak legs and wipes a cool damp cloth to clean you up. He’s shockingly not as embarrassed as he thought he would be after he just feels happy.

He’s attentive, bringing you your favorite homemade meal or snacks trying to cutely feed it to you. He claims he doesn’t want to overexert you after everything. But he just wants to take cute pictures of you getting hand fed.

After everything calms down, you find him more confident in him asking you for things especially ear scratches he’s developed an addiction to having your hands on them.

Satan

Before Mating Season

He’s had this written down and planned for a while. He knew when to pinpoint it’s start and prepared for it more and more as it came closer. He knew his emotions would be all over the place so he made sure that you knew and were properly locked inside his room with him. He’d rather avoid the clean up after. If his previous Ruts have taught him anything it’s he knows how messy he can get with dealing with annoyances. So he has you locked up so you both can get ready and stay productive until the day.

He becomes very touchy way more than before, constantly brushing up on you and scenting you before going back to whatever he was last doing. He scents you by holding your face and rubbing his palms over your cheeks and lips as well as shoving his face into the crook of your neck and nuzzling it; however, as the days go by they get more and more lewd with light pinches and/or groping.

He has everything set up like it’s going to be a week-long get away. Drinks stored in cooling containers, quick and nourishing meals prepped and a cute little “toy” to get you ready for the days ahead, though preparation is key and he reminds you of that every time you cum from it.

When he sleeps he ends up nearly chewing on your neck and shoulder and he humps you as you both sleep. He ends up ripping a lot of your clothes and the sheets as he sleeps but he doesn’t seem sorry.

During Mating Season

Satan becomes almost animalistic as he smiles at you and rips your clothes off with his teeth and one hand and suddenly palms your sex as he grinds his hard cock into your ass. He rips his own clothes off and praises your body from the crown of your head to your toes before he hauls you off to his bed.

He’s glad for the forethought of using the toy since he can’t help himself and pulls it out slowly before stuffing you back up with his dick laughing with heavy breathes as he enjoys how warm you are around him.

If you let him, he’ll bind you up, wrists, ankles, and neck, bound with leather belts as he tugs you along, using his thumbs to roughly rub your chest, making you cum over and over again until your nipples are rubbed almost swollen. He loves seeing the marks after, kissing and licking them.

Appeal to his rougher side and ask for more or even rougher treatment and he’ll completely lose his mind for you and treat you as rough as you want. He’s nearly worshiping you as you take each punishment after the last. He’s sure to kiss every mark he makes just to remind you he’s doing this in love.

He instructs you to keep every little drop he cums inside you and if you don’t he’ll be sure to spank your ass red, afterwards for any that drips out, he pushes back in with his thumb.

During breaks he’s overly sweet, kissing every mark as you rest and petting your face over and over. Pet him back and he’ll lean into it with a large blissful smile, you’ve never seen him so relaxed.

After Mating Season

He’s right back to normal after what happened but he’s now tailing you everywhere, watching over you. He makes sure that no one gives you any trouble, ready to crush, smash and rip limb from limb anyone and anything that might potentially hurt you, his brothers are included on that list of things to crush. You're his mate now and he can’t let anything happen to you.

He brings you fresh snacks, packing you lunches, and offering to take care of anything he can for you. He wants to keep you happy and in good spirits and seeing you content and taken care of makes his heart beat wildly.

He scents you even more, nuzzling you wherever he can get to and covering you with his smell. When you're alone he rests his chin on your head and just embraces you, he wasn’t a huge fan of showing affection before but when you're out of public view he’s all over you.

For at least a week he’s in a wonderful mood after spending his Rut with you, his smile dazzling and he openly admits that he’d now rather just have you in his room. You get to have a choice to stay in his room free to roam around it or you stay by Satan's side at all times. You get to pick your collar at least.

[levithestripper]

Misc Romantic Headcanons with Lucas Baker and Carlos Oliveira

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✩ a/n: pre-infection lucas and pre-outbreak carlos for the soul <3 ✩

⤷ Lucas Baker

Lucas really isn’t the kind of guy who likes to ‘hit the town’ every day with you. He much prefers to sit in his room/his barn with you and play video games.

Sometimes, and I mean sometimes, Lucas will let you sit on his lap while he games. he prefers it when he’s using his gaming chair, cause then you have a place to put your legs. Lucas secretly loves it when you do it. You always snuggle your head into the crook of his neck, your arms wrapped nicely around his waist. It makes him feel strong and protective.

It takes Lucas a while to get used to any sort of physical affection, regardless of whether it’s public or not. He’s not used to it like at all so when you go to hold his hand or kiss his cheek, don’t feel like he’s shooting you down when he shies away from you. Once your relationship progresses and he grows more comfortable with you, Lucas’ll crave your affection.

He loves it when you run your hands through his hair, even though he doesn’t have very much. Just the feeling of you doing it makes him turn beet red, which never fails to make you giggle. Cue Lucas shoving his face into a pillow so you can’t see him. If a pillow isn’t around, he’ll either hide behind his hands or bury his face in your neck.

Once he gets used to all the affection, he starts giving it back to you as well. Start expecting random kisses throughout the day, hugs from behind, and if you’re lucky, he’ll hold your hand at the grocery store <3. If Lucas is taller than you, he’ll kiss the tippy top of your head as he walks past. If you’re the same height, he’ll kiss your forehead. If you’re taller than him, Lucas’ll carry a step stool with him so he can kiss your nose or forehead easier. Lucas doesn’t give a shit if you’re taller than him, you’re getting forehead kisses, dammit!

You’re doing laundry one day and you find Lucas’s jacket in the dryer, super warm and soft and somehow still smells like him. So you slip it on and zip it up, snuggling into it from how massive it is on you. When Lucas finds you wearing it, he melts into a puddle on the floor from how goddamn adorable you look in his clothes.

Lucas isn’t one for the “falling in love at first sight” trope, but that’s literally what happened the first time he saw you. His parents dragged him out someplace with them; he can’t bother to remember where. After his mom yelled at him for what seemed like the nth time about “put that damn phone away! it’s family time!” when he finally listened and shoved the damn thing in his pocket, he looked up to see you on the other side of the walkway and his entire world literally stops. it took all of his courage to go up and talk to you. He almost chickened out halfway over there. This is the first time Lucas regretted not showering before he left the house 😭 so when you gave him your number/social media handle anyway, he felt a lot less nervous.

Believe it or not, later that day when he texts you, he’s super interesting. not at all a dry texter like you had assumed he’d be.

⤷ Carlos Oliveira

Just like Carlos tells Jill, you love his accent to bits. You could listen to him talk for literal hours and not get bored of it.

He's a pretty social, flirty guy, so he won't leave you alone for more than a few minutes if he's into you and not doing anything work-related at the moment.

This man's like a golden retriever boyfriend before he ever asks you out on a date. Assuming that he works with you, he'll remember your favorite drink and bring you some every day before his shift starts. He'll leave positive post-it notes on the front of your item locker when you're not looking <3

Do not tell Carlos your birthday under any circumstances because he will go all out for it. He buys you so many things you wonder how he hasn't gone bankrupt yet. His reason was that when he was shopping, everything either reminded him of you or it seemed like something you'd enjoy.

Please y'all better get this man a s/o stat

On your first date, he takes you to an aquarium. Why an aquarium? Fish aren't in his top 5 list of favorite things, but watching your face light up at all of them quickly becomes number 1 on the list. Carlos definitely uses it as an excuse to stare at you and hold your hand.

Regardless if you live together after you start dating, Carlos is still gonna text you 'good morning <3' and 'good night <3' texts. He wakes up before you on workdays, so he makes sure your phone is silenced before he texts you good morning. Can't be waking you up at the ass crack of dawn for no good reason.

The further the relationship progresses, the more and more Carlos enjoys just simply being with you. His job with Umbrella takes him all over for god knows how long, so when he gets the opportunity to just veg next to you on the couch and watch tv? Heaven.

If he catches you wearing his work uniform (just the shirt, none of the armor), all family-friendly thoughts get thrown out of the window for the next couple of hours.

Braid Carlos's hair and he'll marry you that instant. Start looking for wedding planners on craigslist 'cause Carlos'll be on one knee proposing right after he runs to the local jewelers.

He will 100% cry at your wedding.

He cries on your anniversaries too. He writes you a long letter about how much he loves, cares, and appreciates you, so when he reads it out loud over dinner he gets a bit teary-eyed.

Eating anything messy with him is an adventure. Ice cream? Smears some over your lips as a cheesy excuse to kiss you. Cake? Expect there to be frosting on the tip of your nose. Bbq? Don't even get me started. He sees the bbq sauce around your mouth when you're eating ribs and he goes more feral than he already is for you.

Please buy this man napkins

Carlos loves to spoon you, don't get me wrong, but he loves to sleep with your head on his chest even more. This way, you get to have your arms around/draped over him too, and he still gets to hold you close. A win-win in his book.

[corpsekiller]

✝ 𝖧𝖮𝖱𝖱𝖮𝖱 𝖬𝖮𝖵𝖨𝖤𝖲 𝖠𝖨𝖭'𝖳 𝖳𝖧𝖠𝖳 𝖲𝖢𝖠𝖱𝖸 — 𝖪.𝖡𝖠𝖪𝖴𝖦𝖮𝖴

𝖯𝖠𝖨𝖱𝖨𝖭𝖦. katsuki bakugou x genderneutral!reader

𝖶𝖠𝖱𝖭𝖨𝖭𝖦𝖲. fluff, language

MASTERLIST

Bakugou buries his face in your shoulder for the fifth time that night. His nose brushes over your neck and his arm curls around your back to keep you in place for a few minutes before he casually drops his hand and adjusts himself against the cushions on his side. Another splatter of blood on the floor, another off-screen murder of a damn extra, and another fucking jumpscare he despises so much.

Truthfully, you've never seen him this antsy and anxious and the reason for this is quite simple.

You are snuggled up on the sofa in the common room, lights out and curtains closed, your favorite blanket thrown over your legs while watching a horror movie you chose despite his loud complaints about the stupidity of such things.

"No, I won't watch that shit. Those movies aren't even scary," he had grumbled not even an hour ago, and still, here he sits next to you and shamelessly pretends like he isn't scared shitless whenever he notices you steal a glance at him in the dark.

Nope, he isn't scared. Not at all.

Admittedly, your boyfriend is excellent at hiding his true emotions behind a wall of anger, but after all that time you spent with him, you learned to notice every little indication of his shifting mood within seconds. Now, you're able to easily detect his agitation in the darkened room, note how his breath hitches and his shoulders tense, fiddling hands clenching into tight fists and eyes widening ever so slightly with every growing noise and each demon-like appearance on the screen.

“This is so stupid,” Katsuki sneers after a particularly terrifying moment and yet, a mere second later he flinches so hard he tumbles to the floor with a loud thud that drowns out the high-pitched screams escaping the movie

The pain that shoots through his back and spreads to his head is only half as bad as the utter embarrassment he feels, the heat immediately rushing to his cheeks as he scrambles to get to his feet before you turn on the light and see him like this, sitting on the ground like an idiot.

But then he hears your laughter, warm and bright like the fucking sun, and he can't help the crooked grin dancing over his lips for a fleeting moment. Although you can only make out his silhouette in the darkness of the room, illuminated in a blue light coming from the tv screen, you can hear the slightest hint of amusement in his gruff voice when he tells you to shut your mouth.

"Oh, come on! You have to admit that it was a little funny," you giggle and reach out to him. Your fingers grasp the sleeve of his hoodie, gently pulling him closer to cup his face and study the back of his head for any injuries with a wide smile. There’s no open wound and the only trace of his fall that stays behind is a sore bump and perhaps a headache. He'll survive that. "Everything is fine, babe. Now come here and cuddle with me."

And of course, he gives in and crawls into your arms, everlasting scowl softening a little when you kiss the tip of his nose and comb your fingers through his disheveled hair. Brushing a few strands out of his eyes, you wrap your arms around his body and rub the palms of your hands over his shoulder blades to ease the pain with gentle movements until he groans contently and turns to putty in your hands.

"Finish that stupid movie, you damn nerd. I want to go to bed," Bakugou grunts into your shirt as if he isn't already shutting his eyes and drifting off to sleep in your arms. The corners of his mouth quirk up at the sensation of your lips pressed to his forehead and he nuzzles his nose into your shirt, breathing in the familiar scent of you.

You only chuckle lightly and carefully adjust the pillows behind your back. He'll be asleep by the time the movie ends, but you don't mind sleeping on the couch and you certainly don't care that your boyfriend is using you as his personal body pillow. Quite flattering actually.

[wednesdayaddamsmood]

One moment of piece and quiet

Here is an old imagine that I posted like 3 - 4 years ago, I rewrote it do my liking and hope that you enjoy it.

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Henderson!Reader

Word count: 1714

Warnigs: I think none ? mention of nutidy but there is none.

You woke up by the sun shining in your eyes through a gap in the curtains. You tried to sit up, but felt a heavy weight on your waist and smiled as you remembered that Steve came over for dinner last night while your mother had girls night, but fell asleep before he could sneak back out to avoid Dustin knowing that he was in your room. You turned around in his arms to face him and saw that he was still asleep, his mouth is slightly open and you could hear light snores coming from him. It was usually Steve that woke up before me so you took the time to really look at him. His hair was a mess all over his pillow, a few locks of hair were in his face so you gently lifted your hand and brushed them behind his ear. His eyelids fluttered slightly and you froze, waiting to see if he would wake up, when he didn´t you lowered your hand and snuggled back up against him. Sleeping next to Steve was one of your favorite thing, your body fit right into his and you head fell right into the crook of his neck. You lay there breathing in his sent for a few moments. After a while you started to trace your fingers over his chest, trying to be as gentle as you can but after a few seconds you felt Steve starting to wake up. His nose crinkled up slightly and his arms tightened around you and a hum came from him as he rested his head on yours. You started to pepper his neck with light kisses to which he let out a groan. You let out a small laugh and lifted your head to get a better look at him. He opened his and and blinked them a few times to get them used to the sunlight. After his eyes adjusted, a small smile came onto his face as he looked at you. Steve nuzzled his face into your neck and he pulled your body closer so you was laying half on top of him. 

“ Good morning beautiful. “ He says and his voice was slightly cracked from not being used for a few hours. 

“ Good morning handsome. “ you say as you started to run your fingers through his hair.

” How long have you been awake ? “ He asked as his eyes closed in pleasure.

“ Not for long, just for a few minutes. I have just been watching you sleep. “ You say and smiled.

“ You are a creep. “ He says chuckling.

“ You are too, you watch me sleep all the time. “ You say.

“ Touche.“ He says with a goofy smile on his face.

We layed in my bed for a few minutes, just relaxing and enjoying being with each other in the moment. We don't really get to have moments like this together often because of my brother, Dustin and the party. You and Steve had been dating for a few months and have now sort of become “ the parents “ of this little group, so you rarely have time just for the two of us. So when you get these moments together we try to cherish them since we don't know when we are going to get something like this again.

“ We should get up, you promised the party that you would drive them to the arcade. ” You mumbled into his chest. 

“ Fuck, I forgot about that. ” Steve says and buried his face in the crook of your neck.

“ And Dustin still doesn't know that you sometimes spend the night so you will have to climb out the window before he wakes up. “ You say as you sit up.

“ Tell me again why he can't know about that. “ Steve asked.

“ Remember when he found out about us dating and he freaked out. It was such a disaster and I don't want to deal with him again, at least not yet. “ 

“ It was only a disaster because the little shit was being dramatic. “ Steve says.

“ He wasn't that dram- …” You start to say but were interrupted.

“ Hurry up Y/N, Steve´s car is already outside and he's waiting for us. “ Dustin slammed your door open but stopped and stared at you with widened eyes, his mouth gaping open. 

“ Shit. “ You hear Steve mutter.

You stand still and don't move an inch. You was afraid of moving in fear of setting of the dramatic bomb that is Dustin Henderson. 

“ Maybe if we just close the door he will go away. “ Steve whispered behind you.

“ Wh- wh- what is going on here. “ Dustin questioned. “ ARE YOU SLEEPING WITH MY SISTER, YOU SHITHEAD !!!! “ He screamed at you. 

Dustin picked up the nearest thing to him, which turned out to be a pillow and he started wacking Steve with it.

“ Hey- hey- hey- hey, stop it. “ Steve said as he fumbled away from the pillow.

“ Dustin stop it, I´m not sleeping with him. ” You say and jumped up from your bed and grab the pillow from him.

“ WHY IS HE NAKED IN YOUR BED !?! “ Dustin screamed at you now.

“ First of all, Steve is not naked. Second of all Steve is my boyfriend so he is allowed to be in my bed so stop screaming at him before you wake p mom because she definetly won't be happy about finding Steve in my room.“

“ Why did he sleepover then. “ Dustin asked, having calmed down a bit.

“ Because of you and your friends demand that he takes you to the arcade at the butt crack of dawn and since he lives at the other side of town and you all live near here he sometimes spends the night so he wouldn't have to wake up before the sun had risen. Now get out of my room so we can get ready. “ You say and pushed Dustin out of your room and closed the door in his face. 

“ Now that was him being over dramatic. “ Steve said out of breath.

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You sat in the library during your free period studying for an upcoming test chemistry chest. You were so engrossed in your work that you didn't notice Steve when he sat down next to you. You only noticed him when he placed his bag harshly down next to you. When you looked up you and saw Steve with his head resting on his bag. 

“ Hey babe, how was history class ? “ You ask but all you got back was a small whine from him and he turned his head towards you.

You smiled at him and started to run your fingers through his hair. 

“ Was class hard ? “

“ Yeah, Mrs. Gernalds was being a bitch. She gave us a project that is worth 30% of our final grade and it's due on monday. It’s going to take all weekend so I probably have to cancel our date night on Saturday, I’m sorry I know that you wanted to see the “ Police Academy “ movie. “ He said and you could see that he was truly sorry. 

“ Hey don´t worry about that, we can go and see it some other time and I can help you with the project so it will be finished early and we can spend the rest of the weekend together. “ You say and Steve let out a sign of relief.

“ You are a godsend babe, what would I ever do without you ? “ He said looking at you with lovey dovey look in his eyes and you only chuckled at him.

“ What is your history project on ? “ You asked.

“ The difference between life of young women and men from the 1400’s and today. This essay is supposed over 1000 words and hand written. “ Steve said and he pulled out his history textbook, putting it between us.

“ Oh that's great, I know a lot about that time period. We could do this at my house since Dustin will be a Mike´s but my mom is having her book club meeting so we will have to study in my room. “ You say and looked over the material in his textbook.

“ Or we could meet up at my place. My parents are out of town so I have the house to myself, after the project we could pop in a movie or… do other things ? “ You could feel his hand on your thigh and felt it start rubbing up and down. 

“ Steve … what are you doing ? “ You ask him but didn't remove his hand.

“ Nothing, just enjoying having a quiet time with my girl.. There is no way that the little shit will interrupt us and we are all alone now. “ He said and scooted his chair closer to yours. You can felt him start to leave pecs on your shoulder, moving slowly towards your neck.

“ Calm down Steve we’re in the library “ You say and remove his hand from your thigh.

“ Oh come on babe, we haven’t had us time for over a week thanks to the shitheads. Just relax no one will see us. “ He says and starts kissing your neck harder.

You turn your neck to the side, starting to enjoy it. Then suddenly, the stools at our table scraped against the floor and we heard six shouts of: “ Eww! ” 

“ Damn it. “ muttered Steve and looked up at the kids who were sitting at the table. Their faces were scrunched up in disgust.

“ What the fuck are you guys doing here ? How did you get in here ? “ Steve says. 

“ You are late to pick us up, we were supposed to play D&D together today. “ says Will.

“ Shit “ Muttered Steve as he remembered his promise.

. “ I’m just really glad that we arrived now instead of later, who knows in what situation we would have caught them in. “ Max says while the party stood up.

“ I swear, we need to run away to a remote Island to get a romantic moment for ourselves these days “ You say while holding Steve close to you for a small moment longer. 

“ STEVE COME ON !! STOP FONDLING MY SISTER  !!! “ Dustin yelled to you and Steve groaned into your neck.

“ I am going to kill him one day “ Steve said as he stood up and followed after the kids.

[ptergwen]

that’s my boy

w/c: 0.8k

warnings: just the floofiest fluff

summary: you give peter the perfect start to his special day

a/n: no wayyyy it’s peter day y’all ! i can’t believe my favorite person literally ever is going another year around the sun like i’m kinda emosh about it? we’re still out here tho let’s turn it up in his honor <3 teehee i hope you enjoy my loves

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you skip up the stairs to peter’s building with a goofy grin on your face, quickly finding your way inside. you’re hardly able to contain your excitement as you begin the ascent to his floor.

you’ll make sure today is everything peter could wish for and more, if it’s the last thing you do.

you’d coordinated with may to prepare the apartment for one of her annual birthday bashes while you take peter for breakfast and explore the city. it’s going to be perfect. you and peter will get some one-on-one time together, then you’ll come home and celebrate with all your friends.

after a few knocks at peter’s apartment door, may answers. she has a smile that matches yours and a box of streamers tucked under her arm.

“is he still asleep?” you question, peering down the hall to where peter’s bedroom is. may snorts and closes the door once you’re in. “hard to tell. you know him.” laughing yourself, you kick your sneakers off on the welcome mat. “he’s either been up for hours or out cold. no in between.”

“that’s our boy,” may agrees, your heart warming at that. she’s definitely responsible for shaping her nephew into the lovely soul he is. “why don’t you go in and wake him, huh? he’d rather you than me.”

you click your tongue and push up one of the backpack straps on your shoulder. “oh, that’s not true. we should do it together!” may pats your arm, her tender way of shooing you off. “no, no. i’ll let you kids have your moment. besides, i’ve got my work cut out for me.”

she gestures to a large pile of miscellaneous party gear covering the kitchen table. she’s sure as hell committed.

“well, good luck with that. i’m gonna go check on the birthday boy, then.” you beam at may, earning two thumbs up from her before you sneak over to peter’s room.

walking on tiptoes, you slowly open up his door to reveal your very own sleeping beauty. peter is buried underneath his blankets, on his stomach and hugging his pillow during his visit to dreamland.

there’s a sight to cherish.

you slide your backpack, which is carrying his gifts, off your shoulders and quietly shut the door behind you. your feet lead you straight to your boyfriend’s cozy bed.

“pete, hey,” you whisper and set a gentle hand on his back. “time to get up, babes. we’ve got stuff to do.” peter groans, shoving his face further into his pillow. “mm, sorry. peter can’t come to the phone right now,” he mumbles, you giggling when he swats your hand away. instead, your touch trails to his mop of curls.

you play along. “why not?” your fingers stroke through his messy hair, the sensation having peter practically purring. he turns his head so his cheek is smushed against the pillow and he’s looking at you. “‘cuz he’s sleeping. he says you’re welcome to join him, though.” a lazy smile paints his parted lips.

you’re not passing up a chance to snuggle him, especially not on his day. you have a bit until your reservations, anyway.

“i’ll bite. scoot over, bug boy.” you tug on his locks for emphasis. “you mean arachnid?” peter corrects, now smirking. “someone’s a bit cheeky today, aren’t they?” you rhetorically ask and nudge his side to move over. peter obliges this time.

he leaves a warm spot for you, pulling you in and under the covers by your waist. not expecting this, you squeal as you land on the mattress.

“i’m allowed to be,” peter insists and hides his face in the crook of your neck, where he peppers sloppy kisses that tickle your skin. “you know why?” he gazes up at you. you wind your arms around his own neck with a grin so wide your cheeks hurt. “because it’s your birthday.”

peter brushes the tip of his nose against yours, pecking your lips softly. “ding, ding, ding,” he sings. “happy birthday, peter benjamin parker. my hero, love of my life.” you capture his lips again in a longer kiss, peter chuckling into it. he lets out a content sigh.

“thank you, baby. love you forever,” peter rasps with his morning voice you adore so much. “and… always,” you finish for him. “times infinity,” he adds, giving you a short and final kiss. your legs wrap around his waist, both of your heads resting on his pillow.

his eyes hooded, peter runs his fingertips up and down your spine soothingly. “so, what stuff did we have to do? what’s on the agenda?” you situate your hands in the curls at the nape of his neck, humming. “just wait and see. you’re in for a real treat, peter.” he yawns and decides to lay his head on your chest. “mhm… can’t wait, y/n.”

“go back to sleep,” you lightheartedly command. “gladly. it’s too early for this,” peter grumbles. that was easy. “wake me in ten… hours.”

he secures his arms tighter around your middle, you laughing to yourself while he drifts off to you toying with his hair.

the perfect birthday has officially commenced.

[albed-hoe]

Good Night & Good Morning

Characters: Aether, Albedo & Diluc x Male Reader

Summary: What I think it’s like falling asleep and waking up beside the boys

Warnings: Slightly suggestive (just me simping oop)

Word count: 1342 total, around 430 each

A/n: So I tried including some photos to kinda visualize what I was thinking, but I couldn't really find the best representations & idk how it's gonna turn out lol. The last one is from one of my favorite Webtoons called Lost in Translation!

Also, please don't be afraid to request things! I'm kinda starting to run out of ideas and I wanna write things for ppl hehe

Aether

Poor Aether…

He’s always so tired because of all the commissions he must do so he always looks forward to bedtime with you

After finishing both your nightly routines you might go back to the living room to talk and cuddle a bit on the couch

Aether ends up half asleep in your lap, his legs straddling yours, arms around your shoulder and his nose tickling your neck every time he exhales

It makes you laugh because you have to carry him to your shared room as he koala hugs you from the front

He’s so cute once you both get in bed, he is already asleep by the time you climb in beside him but as soon as you get in, he unconsciously grabs onto your pajamas with one hand😭

His face is very serene, you CANNOT tell me he does not twitch, furrow his brows, or smile a little at whatever is happening in his dreams (reminds me of a dog lol)

When morning rolls around, he’s usually already gone on a new commission, but let’s say he has a day off, so you wake before him

When you wake up, you don’t see him. He is completely under the covers with his arms around your waist and your shirt is lifted enough for him to stuff his face into your stomach. The only part of him that is visible is the stray little strand of hair at the top of his head which is peaking out of the covers

He refuses to let you go to make breakfast, so you pick up his sleeping form the same way you brought him to your room the night before: him holding onto you like a koala from the front as you walk to the kitchen to make coffee and food. Regardless of whether you’re shorter or taller, he will koala hug you

You sit him on the counter with you between his legs and his face in the crook of your neck while you brew coffee and cook something like Teyvat fried eggs for the both of you. He only lets you go if you absolutely need to do something (flip the eggs)

At this point, Aether is (almost) awake so when you sit down to eat with him, he is already starting to tell you all about what happened in his previous adventures as Paimon joins the both of you (she’s just there to gobble up the food)

Albedo

If you are actually successful at getting him into bed, you both do your nightly routines together (Bathe😳, brush your teeth, get into your PJs, etc.)

Once you both lie down in bed together, Albedo likes to face you and just stare at you in the dark lovingly with a small smile on his lips and perhaps even a hand on your cheek

It doesn’t take him long to fall asleep however, because he is constantly pushing himself so hard with his research and you just have that calming effect on him

His sleeping face- It’s so neutral and calm and cute… I’m gonna cry, I’m literally head over heels for this guy

You can’t resist brushing strands of hair out of his face or running your fingers through his hair before you eventually fall asleep yourself

Come morning time, you wake up to the very pleasant smell of some sort of… Flower? Or is it shampoo? Then you realize your nose is buried into Albedo’s hair

During your sleep, Albedo had wrapped both arms around your torso and snuggled his face into the front of your neck, while you had snaked one hand around his back and one into the hair on the back of his head with your nose buried in the top

Pulling away from him, you see the same serene face from the night before, but you only get a glimpse for a couple of seconds before he subconsciously pulls himself back into the front of your neck where he was peacefully resting before

After basking in the alchemist’s embrace for a few minutes (perhaps closer to an hour), you decide to get up and make breakfast

While waiting for the coffee to finish brewing, you feel a pair of arms wrap around your waist and a face press into your back (shorter y/n: he wraps his arms around your waist but rests his chin on the top of your head/shoulder)

After pouring yourself and him a cup of coffee, you turn around and kiss the top of his head as you whisper a good morning in his ear and hug him (shorter y/n: you turn around and nuzzle your face into his chest as he kisses your ear and whispers a good morning)

He then takes his coffee and you both sit down at the table in a pleasant silence while secretly stealing loving glances at each other

BRO WHERE TF IS THE RING, I’M GETTING DOWN ON ONE KNEE RIGHT TF NOW TELEPORT ME TO THE GENSHIN UNIVERSE BITCH❗❗👹

Diluc

Now the tables have turned, this man is head over heels for you! (You are for him too, of course)

Just like the last two, he is always exhausted at night when he comes home from dealing with all the drunks at the Angel’s Share

It breaks your heart, because you can see in his eyes that he’s just so done by the end of the week, but he still manages to give you a warm smile and hug

So, when he gets home late at night, you’ve waited for him instead of going straight to bed and you have food ready

He literally almost sobs when his tired eyes scan across the table (he doesn’t always feel worthy of your love😞)

After finishing the meal, you both go upstairs to shower together and get ready for bed

Just like the other two in this list, he will get into bed and just pass right out

So, after chuckling at his sleeping form and gazing at him with pure love in your eyes, you get into bed beside him and wiggle yourself into his arms. He subconsciously wraps them around you in his sleep, and you burry yourself into his chest under the covers

When you regain consciousness, you’re being lifted out of the bed and into Diluc’s arms as he makes his way downstairs to prepare something

Even on his days off, he’s the first one to get up because he feels bad that you had to cook dinner for him the night before (any time bby)

He carries you downstairs to the kitchen bridal-style and you pull yourself closer to his chest from the cold morning air which draws a deep chuckle from his chest

Arriving in the kitchen, he’ll sit you down on a chair at the dining table as he turns to the kitchen to prepare breakfast

He isn’t the best at cooking, but he knows how to make the basics such as coffee/tea (I HC HE DRINKS GRAPE TEA), and he surprisingly can cook an egg to perfection!

This morning, he surprised you with a mini-English breakfast which he had been learning to perfect for the past week!

It was your turn to almost cry as he brought your plates and cups to the table

As he sits down beside you (he doesn’t sit across from you, because then he can't reach over to pass a hand through your hair or hold your hand once in a while), you take a bite from your plate and lean your head against his shoulder with your eyes closed

“I- Is it good?” he’ll ask hesitantly to which you nod and hum to. This draws a sigh of relief from him because he tried so hard to perfect the recipe for you

You both finish your breakfast in silence, basking in the morning sun filtering through the window and each other’s presence

So, this may have been self-indulging hehe… God I am touch starved :(

My heart writing this:

[rosa-qing]

Fluff Scenarios

Pairing: Marius X f!reader

Notes: Fluff, established relationship. I'll also make an Artem version but with different Dialogue ^^'

"I'm The Luckiest Person on Earth Cause I Have You"

It was the middle of the night when Marius returned to your shared residence. A sigh left his lips as the tiredness of the day get to him. If the pile of paperwork didn't exhaust him then it must be the various meeting he attended to.

"Babe, I'm home" he force himself to sound more cheerful to hide his exhaustion

You run up to him and greeted him with a hug.

“Welcome back”

He hugs you back, pulling you a little closer to him as he buried his face in the crook of your neck. The sweet smell of lavender fills his nose and it calms him down

“I prepare some of your favorite dishes, how about we eat, take a nice warm bath then let's call it a night.”

However hard he hides his exhaustion, you always caught a glimpse of it on his tired eyes. You ran your hands on his back soothing his tense muscle.

Marius pull away from the hug, to look at you. He cup your face with both of his hand. A fond smile spread through his lips while looking deep into your eyes.

"y/n,you make me feel like the luckiest person her on earth by having you, I love you so so much"

He then presses a kiss on your lips.

“I love you too Marius so much”

Even if the day is tiring, going home to you makes it more bearable for Marius. And you're enough to relieve his exhaustion.

C'mere I'll Give You Cuddles

Marius is the clingy person in your relationship but that doesn't mean you didn't crave his cuddles. When you feel like everything doesn't go your way.

When you're having a bad day. Or just simply tired and exhausted. The only thing you want is to cuddle with him. Your face press on his chest as he pulls you closer. While pressing kisses on top of your head.

So the moment you came out from your home office with a frown on your face. He will stretch his arms wide open

“Babe you look exhausted, c'mere I'll give you cuddles”

Without wasting a single minute you walk towards Marius and hug him. He pulls you closer to his chest as he runs his fingers through his hair.and press a kiss on top of your head.

“I love you”

A small smile crept on your face as you snuggle closer to him.

It Was Nice That The First Thing I See Today Was You

Marius slowly opens his eyes, letting them adjust to the natural light that is coming through the window of their room. He looks at you, who's still sleeping peacefully beside him.

He reaches out as brushes away some hair away from your face. Seeing you under the morning glow always makes his heart skip a beat.

"*It was nice that the firs thing I see today was you, and I wouldn't want it in any other way"

He whispered softly afraid to wake you up.

He bent down and press a chaste kiss on your lips. But when he pulls away your sleepy eyes is already staring at him.

“Good Morning, Babe” He greeted you with a wide grin on his face.

“Good Morning” You said before pulling him for a more proper morning kiss.

[devilyn]

moon without the stars | tsukishima kei

— alexa, play: moon without the stars by jerry barnes quiana

I can only hope you remember all the simple things

Like what's a heartbeat

without heartache

What's a hurricane

without the rain 

What's the moon without the stars

That's how it feels when we're apart

— synopsis: your absence teaches him how to learn to live without you, keeping pieces of you even while you’re gone.

— genre: angst, happy endings, hurt/comfort, tsukishima kei being somewhat emotionally competent for once

— word count: 2k

Tsukishima Kei wondered how he lived before you. He’d spent the past three days trying to figure that out. He slept in your shared bed and closed his eyes, trying to pretend like the cold wasn’t clawing its way into his chest--a cold you could easily chase away by simply wrapping your arms around his waist and snuggling your way into his arms.

And even if he teased you for being needy, he’d wrap his long arms around you and hug you even closer to him to keep your warmth close--fully chasing that cold ache in his chest away.

But now he was stuck living with the cold. No many how many layers he put on, or how many blankets he tried to stack on top of his tall form, the ache wouldn’t dissipate. 

It was strange. He didn’t remember feeling this cold even when you pulled him out into the rain, laughing about how everyone needed to dance in the rain once. Even though he whined about how he couldn’t see because his glasses were completely soaked, you pulled him into your local playground and forced him to twirl you around, a bright smile on your pretty lips. The rain was cold, for sure. You actually caught a cold the next day. But he distinctly remembered how warm his heart felt when you leaned up and kissed him, the rain pattering down harshly against his skin even as you slid your warm hands over his flushed cheeks.

He had to nurse you back to health the next day, but he couldn’t help but smile at how happy you sounded when you recounted the experience back to him through coughs and sneezes.

“I think...we need to take a break.”

He wasn’t quite sure what prompted your decision. To him, everything seemed fine.

“Why?”

He didn’t even know why he asked. He wasn’t even sure if he wanted to hear the reason, but you answered nonetheless. Because that’s just who you were.

“I’m scared of how much I love you.”

It wasn’t an answer he was expecting. He wasn’t sure how he even reacted then, but he remembered how his brows furrowed at the way the tears started to drip down your cheeks.

“I don’t know what to do if I can’t live without you.”

You had cried, even though you were the one leaving him. Because you loved him.

“What a selfish reason,” he had thought at the time. “What about me?”

But instead of telling you that, Tsukishima stiffly nodded his head. Because he knew that even if he wanted to keep you by his side, he would rather die than make you unhappy. It was a strange feeling for him, putting someone else’s feelings over his own.

“I’m sorry. I just...need some time. I’ll be back in a week.”

A week, you had said.

He wasn’t sure he could last that long. The only reason he was still alive was because you had sent him a simple text asking if he had eaten, and he had replied with a curt ‘yes’.

What really broke his heart was the text that followed.

“i miss u.”

He didn’t reply. If he did, he’d expose way too much about how he wished that whatever you were spending time contemplating could’ve been done by his side. Even though he knew that your love for him was the main reason why you were staying away.

He had to admit, he was just as scared as you were of the love between you. But he didn’t expect that his loving partner would be the one to run away first while he was trying to cling on. Maybe it’s because that’s just how hard you loved. You fell ten times faster than he did. If he was scared, then you must be terrified.

It didn’t stop him from wishing you’d trust him enough to catch you each time you fell deeper and deeper for him though. 

In fact, he’s sure he’s never smiled this much in his life since he was a child. Even his mother said you were changing him, so what was he supposed to do when his reason to smile was suddenly ripped away?

Tsukishima spent his days monotonously. Breakfast alone. Classes. Lunch alone Homework alone. Practice that could distract him from the thought of you. Dinner alone. Then, he’d try and sleep.

The only thing keeping him alive was the simple “i miss u” text that he kept glancing at even though you sent it nearly two days ago now. That, and the pictures you had forced him to take on his phone that he was now constantly scrolling through. 

Some of them were foolish, like that one blurry photo of you trying to take a selfie with his phone while he was washing the dishes, but he had slapped his sud-covered palm over his phone camera to prevent you from doing so. It reminded him of what happened after, when he ended up wrapping his arms around your waist, playfully slipping his soapy hands up your shirt and drawing his favorite laugh from your lips.

Others were ones you had posted on your social media that made him smile. Like the one of you pulling him down to press a proud kiss to his cheek after he won one of his many volleyball competitions in high school. Tsukishima had a completely flustered look on his face at the public display of affection that occurred in one of your first years of dating. Though he was embarrassed at the time, it was now a memory he looked back fondly on, because afterwards, he had pulled your chin up towards him so he could press his lips to yours and embarrass you just as much. It failed though, because his teammates whistled and cheered him on, and he ended up just as red as you.

Some were even just of you sleeping or doing mundane tasks that he couldn’t help but snap photos of, because it all felt so domestic, and he had a spark of hope that he’d be able to spend the rest of his life admiring those sights first hand.

When he looked at those photos, the pain in his chest faded bit by bit, and he’d be able to finally close his eyes and sleep.

His monotonous routine repeated until the final day of the week. You had promised to come back tomorrow. Tsukishima unlocked his phone, golden brown eyes gazing up at the way you sleepily looked into his camera while you brushed your teeth. His heart warmed at the thought of being able to fall asleep with you tomorrow night.

He slept peacefully that night, the memory of your bright smile lighting up that one rainy night chasing the ache in his chest away.

Now, he was anxiously pacing back and forth by the front door. Would it seem desperate to answer the door right away? Should he pretend to be doing something else? Would it be better to pretend like he didn’t miss you as much as he did?

The doorbell rang, and Tsukishima ripped the front door open without hesitation with wide eyes.

You stood there, with surprise in your eyes and your finger still hovering over the doorbell.

“...I’m home, Kei.”

Then, you smiled. And Tsukishima Kei thought he may cry right then and there. He blinked a few times to make sure you were real before releasing a shaky sigh and averting his gaze.

You were so radiant, so bright, he wasn’t sure he could even look at you directly.

“...welcome home,” he responded shakily, finally tossing his arms around you and pulling your face into his chest.

You laughed, the sound wet as your tears stained his sweater. Your bags sat by the front door--the same ones you had packed to leave just a week ago. But this time, you were coming home.

Your arms tightened around your boyfriend’s waist as he buried his face into your hair, inhaling your familiar scent and finally relaxing for the first time in seven days.

“What did you think about while you were gone?” he asked later that night, running his fingers through your hair as the two of you laid in bed together.

“You’re strangely curious, aren’t you?” you teased, purring happily at his touch. He rolled his eyes and shot you a glare, to which you laughed.

“...just wanted to know if I could live without you.”

Tsukishima raised a brow in confusion, staring down at you.

“...you tortured me for an entire week because you wanted to see if you could live without me?”

“Was it really torture?” you asked innocently, clearly unaware of the pain he went through just because you had left his side, and he knew he couldn’t just reach out and bring you back.

Still, the man had his pride, and he cursed at the fact that he had misspoken. Your eyes were shimmering mischievously.

“Wow, I didn’t know Tsukishima Kei loved me that much,” you teased and he scoffed, opting to ignore you instead of giving in. Knowing you wouldn’t win, you leaned up to press a soft kiss to his chin and silently surrendered.

“I told you. I was scared of how much I loved you,” you murmured against his skin as you buried your face into the crook of his neck. “So I left for a bit. What would life be like if I couldn’t love you anymore? What would I do if you decided you didn’t want me by your side anymore?”

“Do you think so little of me?” your boyfriend asked bitterly, and you quickly shook your head.

“I know you love me, Kei--”

“So then you just selfishly left? Without thinking of how I felt?”

You lifted your head to meet his angry gaze, hands coming up to gently cup his cheeks.

“Didn’t you learn something too?”

He furrowed his brows, the scowl never leaving his lips.

“What?” he practically spat out, and you merely giggled at his anger, only infuriating him further.

“Y/N, listen to me--”

“Didn’t you sleep fine last night?”

He blinked, tension disappearing from his brows and the anger in his eyes quickly replaced with confusion.

How the hell did you know that?

“Because I did,” you tilted your head up to brush your nose over his in an eskimo kiss. Your eyes fluttered closed, but his gaze never left you, as if worried you would disappear from underneath him. “I slept great. Because I remembered that one time I made us dance in the rain, and you had to take care of me the next day because I got sick like you told me I would.”

His heart quivered in his chest as you laughed.

“I learned something, Kei,” you whispered, eyes opening to meet his still puzzled gaze. “Even if I have to be apart from you. Even if I have to leave you, or if you have to leave me, I’ll never let go of you.”

His expression softened as you smiled brightly. 

“I’ll always love you, you know that? Because that memory, and many others, will always be with me, even if we’re apart,” you mused, thumbs running over his cheeks as he let out a weak laugh.

“...you’re crazy,” he finally said, and you gasped in feigned offense.

“Kei, you’re mean!”

“No, I’m honest,” he stated plainly before breaking into a small smile. The sight of your boyfriend’s rare smile naturally drew a bright one from you, and he leaned down to press his lips gently against your own.

“I’m never leaving you, though,” he finally murmured against your lips as he pulled back, and he could feel you smile against him.

“I know,” you whispered, tilting your head up to kiss him again. 

And even though you didn’t say it, he knew you wouldn’t leave him either. Not again, or by choice. But now he knew that if you did, you’d always be with him.

The memory of your smile, your laughter, your radiance, your crazy antics, he’d never be able to forget them. And while he half hated you for becoming such a large part of him, he knew that even if he had the choice, he’d never let them go.

Because he loves you. And he loves the you that loves him, even if it’s terrifying.

[gaiuswrites]

World's Best

Pairing: Frankie Morales x fem!Reader

Summary: Not every day is easy. Frankie makes it better.

Rating: Explicit

Word count: 2.2k~

Warnings/tags: smut, vague-ish descriptions of depression/mental health, hurt/comfort, fluff

Notes: Do y'all ever get into a funk and then attempt to write yourself out of one? Well, this is the v self-indulgent product of said instance heh. I have tagged a random assortment of potentionally interested people but obvi no pressure? idk? :) Sending so much love and well wishes to you guys. x

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A sea of knotted sheets spans between you—as tangled as your legs—too tired, too leaden to unweave. The fan rotates in the corner, blowing stale air your way every few clicks. You dangle a foot off the bed, skin prickling as the weak breeze sweeps over you and a bead of sweat licks from your knee to slope down your calf. Morning sun leaks through the window— the finch perched on the tree just outside it chirping once, twice, before flitting off.

You’ve been reading the Sunday paper for a solid twenty minutes—which, in all honesty, is an overstatement; you started and quickly abandoned the Sudoku after a measly ten, and you’ve been staring at the same sentence in the local section for the other half, blinklessly hovering over the fine print.

You’re not here today. Not all of you.

There’s this sinking feeling, hollowing you out and unmaking you. It’s as if something unseeable is oozing over you - dripping - something treacle, something thick. You’re far away from yourself—far from the cornflower blue walls and the framed photos hanging on them—the happy faces in the pictures smiling back at you— far from the plants basking in the tines of filtered light by the sill, far from the body lying beside you.

You’re not always this way. Not every day drags like an inky smear, your mind meandering sluggishly in circles, holding you hostage in a prison of your own making; but you can’t say it’s foreign to you either. It’s old, familiar—like that sweater in your closet you’ve had for centuries and rarely wear, but can’t bring yourself to get rid of. You know it well, this slog—you have unwillingly memorized it’s sodden intricacies, and today you feel it. You feel every single one of your days—each grey hour— weighing heavy on your very bones.

heavy heavy

heavier, still.

If you’re not careful, you’ll sink straight through the mattress. You’ll nestle deep into the springs and make a home in the down. You’ll sleep there until you become it. Comfortable. Catatonic.

Frankie sips his coffee. He doesn’t look up from the email he’s skimming. “What’s wrong?”

The baritone of your boyfriend’s voice sucks you back to the present—to the tick of the clock marking the seconds, the whir of the fan. The paper crinkles as you lay it to your chest—big eyes feigning ignorance as you blink up at him, chewing your lip. “Hmm?”

“Baby, I know that face.”

“What face?”

“The one you’ve got on,” he replies, “that’s your ‘I’m-upset-and-I’m-trying-to-hide-it’ face.’”

“I-” you frown, “no it’s not.” Gingerly, you pat a hand around your temple, your cheek, as if you could see your expression through touch.

“Uh huh.” Frankie rolls his digit upon the mousepad, clicking and scrolling down the webpage, and your vision glazes over again—ugly thoughts fogging up the panels of your mind—

“You gonna talk to me about it?”

You blink, swallowing, “nothing to talk about.” You flap the paper, ironing out the pleats, and scan for that pesky paragraph you never managed to finish.

“Mhm,” he replies absentmindedly, bringing the mug to his lips and drinking with an all too obvious slurp.

“Really, I’m fine,” you say weakly. You’re not that convincing—you barely convince yourself.

“Sure, sweetheart. If you say so.”

He’s too casual; he’s letting it all go too easily and God, he’s gotten good at this—at coaxing the truth out of you. He doesn’t even have to try any more. He’s so kind and open and sincere, all he has to do is crack the door ajar—tempt you with an inch of space, with only a sliver of leeway—and immediately you want to plunge through it and chase after him, like a dog and a bone.

He makes you want to share; not because of what he says, but by everything he doesn’t—the welcoming gaps he leaves you with, the gaps you’re urged to fill. This happens every time—it’s pretty damn annoying, actually. You’re so miserably predictable. After three and a half years together, sometimes you think Frankie might know you better than you know yourself.

A scary thought—wonderful, too.

“I’m just-” You run a hand over your face, pressing into the bridge of your nose and you grunt, frustrated. Exhausted. “I’m just tired.”

Frankie settles his coffee cup on the hill of his sternum, closing his laptop quietly. He swivels his head to you, hair mussing into the wall.

“Of anything in particular?” he asks, linen soft.

“No, yes—I don’t know,” you heave—an errant thing fluttering around in your chest as you fold the newspaper, letting it float to the floor with a splat. “It’s just-” you worry the inside of your cheek raw, fumbling with the blur of your emotions. You shake your head. “It’s just a bad brain day.” Your voice is small as you slump into him, letting your body go limp.

“I’m sorry I get like this. I’m okay—I’ll be okay,” you mumble, face burrowed into his arm. He smells summered, like sweat and heat and the promise of long days fading into even longer nights, and you take a heady drag, inhaling his scent.

You hear him sigh, stretching as he sets the mug and computer down on the side table. He shifts back to you, snaking an arm under your body as you coil your own around his center, hugging him close.

“You know, it’s alright if you’re not,” Frankie murmurs into your hair, planting a kiss at the crown of your head. “And you know you don’t have to hide from me when you aren’t.” His thumb finds your arm, the chewed nail bed scratching soothing circles along your skin.

Your gut somersaults, flipping and purring, and all you can do is press your lips to the cottoned shoulder of his tee shirt—the one with the holes in the collar and motor oil stain on the hem; all you can do is tighten your grasp, wringing around his cozy waist.

“And you know that nothing you say is gonna scare me away, right? I’m always going to be here for you.” Frankie gives your forearm a reassuring squeeze.

God, this man.

You nuzzle further into his chest—snuggled and swaddled in the safety of his warmth—and you mumble something incoherent, muffled against his relaxed body. His beard catches on your fly-aways as he dips to hear you better. “What was that honey?”

“I said,” you crane your neck, lifting out of his side, “you really are the ‘world’s best uncle’.”

A ripple of confusion twists over his features before you bat your eyes up to meet his, shooting a glance over to that exact phrase wrapping itself around the ceramic cup beside him.

You got stuck with it at some terrible white elephant exchange last Christmas. It’s fucking tacky and aggressively large—not even you - you, in all your caffeine dependency - can chug that much coffee fast enough in one sitting without it going cold— and neither of you have any nieces or nephews to speak of…

Naturally, it’s become your favorite mug.

Frankie barks out a laugh, his stomach flexing against your grasp. “Oh yeah? Is that all I am?” he smirks, a glint of mischievousness reflecting in his irises as he bores down at you.

You quirk an eyebrow, a coy tug blooming across your lips. “I dunno,” you drawl sweetly, “you going to prove me otherwise?”

His face is split into a grin now, wide and aching and unnecessarily endearing. His hair is a mess, wavy tufts jutting out every which way, and his eyelids are still puffy from what little slumber he was lucky enough to get in your hot, cramped apartment.

You really can’t keep putting it off—you need to buy an AC unit.

His focus dances from your eyes to your mouth, breath hitching as he watches you skip your tongue over the plush mound there. “I just might,” he growls playfully, maneuvering you onto your back with one broad swoop, pinning you to the bed.

/

He makes love to you like a man unburdened - untouched - by time. He fucks into you slowly, unhurriedly—at a pace that’s mind numbingly measured and patient. Frankie devastates you, dragging himself through your walls from head to hilt, letting you feel every ridge, every vein of him; filling you up so impossibly well—his thick cock sauntering in and out, and in and out again. Each roll of his hips makes you gasp, his blunt tip brushing against that deep, uncharted chasm within you that tempts you into oblivion. Your legs are locked around him, crossed at the ankles, and the perspiration at the pits of your knees slicks his sides.

Frankie’s palms dimple the fitted sheet as he brackets your head, burying himself into the crook of your neck. He moans—hot breath ghosting over the prickled skin there, babbling disjointed strings of guttural praise into your ear.

Fuck baby—fuck you feel good

How’d I get so lucky, how’d I-

God, you’re a— fuck

You’ve got the perfect pussy—made for me

Made for me, made for me, made for-

You turn your head and capture his mouth with your own, whimpering into him as he nips at your bottom lip and bites. You scrape your fingers through his scalp, pulling at his locks, and Frankie whines a tortured noise—giving an especially hard thrust that pries a yelp from your throat. He rears his head back, catching your gaze, a concerned line creased into his brow. “Y-You okay?”

“No- nono, yes Frankie. Again, right there,” you beg, lashes fluttering.

He darkens—the timbre of his voice made husky and raw as he drinks in the sights and sounds of you mewling for him, splayed and needy. “You like that?” Frankie drives into you again, sharp and searing as he bottoms out, the smattering of curls at the base of him soaked with your gloss. “You need it hard, baby? You want it rough?”

You whimper, clawing desperately at the nape of his neck. “I just—I just want you, all of you,” you pant as you hold his stare—the gorgeous, chestnut gleam of it—and the wordless expression that crests over his features makes you want to cry. The precious indent in his cheek, the stubble littering his jaw, his sculpted nose and clever lips, the sad rings under his eyes—the grooves he thinks you don’t notice, the grooves he tries to mask by always taking care of you, always putting you first, even when he shouldn’t.

Fuck, he’s so beautiful—he’s so beautiful you could weep.

“You have me,” he rasps breathlessly, bowing to meet you in a messy whirl of tongue and teeth before breaking away—forcing himself up off his hands and back onto his shins. He hooks an elbow under your knee, letting the other frame the outside of his hip. “I’m right here—you have me, you have me-”

Frankie’s hips are frantic now, pulsing in short, strong bursts as he grinds into you. He dips a hand to your center, pad of his thumb working erratic, sloppy flicks over the sensitive nub of your swollen clit. Your feet arch, the muscles there constricting as the tension in you mounts.

“Babe.” You’re whining now, vulnerable and shaking and fuck, you’re going to come apart—any moment now, any unbearable second, you’ll snap. “F-Frankie, baby oh god—”

You clamp a hand over your mouth, eyes screwing shut as you shatter. Like a vase crashing onto kitchen tile, you break into a million jagged fragments. Your cunt seizes, legs spasming against him as he fucks you through your orgasm, and it doesn’t take long for the tight contractions of your heat to yank him right off that same ledge. The both of you—tumbling and fracturing into terrible, perfect shards—to be intermingled and scattered among each other’s glass pieces.

Indiscernible. The same.

When you glue yourself back together again, you will find parts of him there - here, within you - filling your jigsawed cracks like golden ore.

Frankie slips out of you with a squelch and a huffed groan, collapsing to the mattress in a panting heap. His cum dribbles from your apex and you shiver at the feeling of it—at the feeling of him, warm and wet and lingering inside you. He rests his cheek on your breast while you both catch your breath—rising, falling. Waxing, waning. Two pitter-pattering hearts beating in time.

The sheets have been sloughed, lazy and forgotten, to a crumpled pile on the wood floor and the steam once rising from the mug on the nightstand has long since disappeared. It’s too muggy for you two to be this entwined—his leg draped over you, a big arm slung across your belly—but neither of you dare move. Neither of you have the energy, never mind the desire.

The clock whispers in the morning quiet.

A new bird claims the branch the finch left—she sings now, roosting there in the birch.

“I’m sorry,” you murmur sleepily, drawing patterns into the valley of his spine, mapping out his freckles and moles and scars. “Thank you,” you say. Thank you for putting up with me, thank you for understanding me, thank you for listening even when I cannot speak. “I love you so much.”

Gently, silently, Frankie tilts his head, bristled hair peppering your flesh as he mattes your skin with his lips; laving along your breasts, across your clavicle and up the plain of your neck—each kiss a response, each kiss a truth.

You don’t have to apologize

You don’t have to thank me

I love you

I love you

I’m right here

I love you

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