#fluff and cuddles

[theseshipsshallsail]

High above the sodium street lights of One Hundred and Fourteenth Street, the heavy storm clouds cast a sombre shadow as Elio haunts the cracked, living room window in Oliver’s studio apartment; occasionally sipping a dark-roast espresso from the unwieldy Dial-A-Brew on the formica kitchen counter.

He’s seldom been a fan of absence makes the heart grow fonder - especially when forced to subsist on a paltry diet of fleeting visits, priority mail letters, and expensive late night phone calls - and as Elio examines the warped casement frame he’s quick to recall the evenings Oliver held the receiver over this very spot, affording both him and his parents a unique flavour of the city he calls home. 

Beyond that, however, there’s a building sense of anticipation as he studies the sky to the east. He certainly hadn’t expected to be out and aboutthis early. Not today: his first proper morning in the States. It’s the weekend, for starters, and after a fifteen hour flight from Malpensa - let alone the tedious baggage delays at JFK - he assumed he’d nap ‘til noon. His muzzy brain, albeit, clearly had other ideas, and Elio’d blinked into reluctant alertness at five a.m; lulled by the muted, Hispanic rhythms drifting from the private courtyard below.

Truth be told, he can’t quite believe he’s really here, but the crushed-velvet twilight is somewhat hypnotic in his chimeric state, and Elio sags ever so slightly when a familiar pair of arms slink slow and securely around him: banishing the pre-dawn chill.

“Hey,” he hears, Oliver’s voice gravelly with sleep. “Everything okay?” 

“Non preoccuparti…” Elio squeezes the barely-hidden tension from his bicep. “Everything’s perfect.”

“And yet you’re awake?”

“And yet I’m awake,” he repeats, carefully balancing his half-full coffee mug on the shelf of a modular bookcase. “Blame it on the time difference, mon cher.”

Oliver hums: low and contemplative. “Long haul schleps are brutal.”

“They are indeed,” Elio agrees, thankful for his current circumstances regardless. “Still. You needn’t get up just because I am.” 

His boyfriend grunts. “I’m not up.” 

“You’re not?” Elio murmurs, savouring the warmth of his larger body. 

“Nope,” Oliver says, his reflection grinning inanely. “Far from it,” he adds, failing to stifle a laugh. “I’m only here to tempt an impoverished college student back to my bed.”

Elio snickers. “Is that so?” he replies, pressing a kiss to his bristly jowl. “And does this impoverished college student have a say in the matter?”

“Assolutamente.” His accent is damn near perfect. “Though I doubt he’ll take much persuading.”

“Ah… la naïveté of youth,” Elio laments as he checks the two-tone Chronograph at Oliver’s wrist, then places his lips right there; right atop the steady thrum of his timpani pulse. “Easily corrupted by the desires of a dissol-”

“Oi!” Oliver sputters: eyes narrowed in faux reproach. “I’ll show you a dissolute!” he growls, and the next few minutes devolve into breathless giggles and retaliatory jabs as he scrabbles his expert fingertips over Elio’s heaving rib cage. “I don’t recall you minding my desires when I brought you off in the airport bathroom…”

“I’m jet-lagged, not dead,” Elio gasps when they’re finished jostling; heels digging deep into the tufted rug when Oliver attempts to make good on his promise. “Aspettare! Aspettare! I want to watch.”

“Watch what?” Oliver asks, face buried in the crook of his neck. 

“The sun, bien sûr! I want to see it rise.” Elio nods at the window; to where a vivid palette of fuschia fire is already splitting the pale blue horizon. “We haven’t done that in forever.”

Oliver sighs: fettered with regret. “We haven’t, have we?”

“Not since we borrowed my parents’ rowboat at Easter.” 

And scandalised a couple local fishermen in the process.

“Every forever derives from a now,” Oliver tells him - dropping another kiss to the hinge of his jaw - and Elio burrows close as they settle in for the duration; safe in the knowledge they’ll be echoing this moment for untold years to come.

[sukorakurai]

Steve is tucking in a tired Bucky after a long day.

[nanaminokanojo]

MASTERLIST

Sukuna is pissed.

The reason? You moved away from him in your sleep when he wanted to hold you close.

In your own subtle ways, you've always complained about how unaffectionate he is. You didn't explicitly say it, but he did notice how your mood would shift, your pretty little smiles barely masking your disappointment when he would do or say anything remotely cold or mean. And now that he was giving you what you wanted, you just roll away from him, depriving him of your warmth and the affection he expects you to reward him.

How you even managed to escape four of his arms to find your own corner of the bed was a big puzzle to him. You've always slept peacefully pressed to his side on most nights, and you didn't really move much once he had two of his arms wrapped around your frail form. Perhaps you were doing it on purpose after he had evidently upset you during supper by dismissing you when you asked about his day. There was nothing to tell, and though he understands that your concerns came from a good place, he still refused to tell you of the horrors of the world he found himself so deeply embroiled in.

Sukuna, however, brushed off the idea. You wouldn't dare. Or would you? He was just protecting you. Why would you hold that against him?

He chose not to entertain the thought, thinking it was just you moving in your sleep. And so, he reached for you, gently placing his arms over and underneath you to pull you closer. But it hadn't even been a minute of him holding you when you started letting out these seemingly irritated noises and shortly after, you were turning your back on him.

"What –" He stopped himself when you breathed in deeply, half expecting to hear sobs if you were truly upset with him, but then, your breathing rhythm returned to normal. You were still fast asleep.

Sukuna shrugged, already feeling his temper rising at the thought that you could sleep just fine without him. The thought of it annoyed him, and that was an understatement. He decided to move closer to you then, but as soon as he did, pressing your back on his bare chest, you started squirming, a dissatisfied groan leaving your lips.

At that, he rose slightly on his elbow, taking offense. "Woman, what is your problem?" he demanded, making you lie down flat on your back, startling you. "Is something ailing you?" This time, he spoke gently, watching as you slowly blinked up at his frowning face like you haven't got a clue what he's talking about. And then you closed your eyes before favoring your left side, going back to sleep.

"You –"

"What?" you whined without facing him, annoyed that your sleep was being disturbed.

Sukuna scoffed. You've really done it this time. Nobody dared speak to him that way. "What now? You don't want me anymore? I thought you wanted –"

In one swift movement, he found himself being tackled onto the bed as you turned around and threw yourself against him, immediately finding your spot in the crook of his neck. His two left arms instinctively wrapped around you, keeping you cradled in them as you snuggled closer, planting a kiss under his collarbone as if to appease him before you were falling back asleep.

"You could have just stayed like this –"

"Shh."

Did you just shush him? And as if to punctuate it, you raised your hand, your fingers blindly yet tenderly brushing his lips and staying there.

"Wife, you are aware I have two mouths, aren't you?" he spoke against your fingers, fighting a smile.

You moved your head back to smirk at him as you threw a leg over his abdomen right where his other mouth was, your thigh preventing it from saying anything.

"There. Problem solved."

[tswkento]

nanami is not the type of man to sleep naked. he prefers to have a light tee and loose cotton pants that never see the light of other rooms aside from his bedroom and bathroom. it’s comfortable and it’s soft and he doesn’t think about it at all.

but it’s something he disregards after you start spending nights at his place.

he doesn’t care about it; you’re everything that plagues his mind and makes up his world and it doesn’t matter if you’re present by his side or not — but if you are, there is no way nanami can think about clothes.

how could he? the skinship, the addictive feeling of you soft body fitting almost perfectly against his, your gentle hands caressing his now relaxed body and legs tangled with the set of his.

on the first night that you decided to spend at his home; after a wonderful third date that left you and him very much hungry for more time with each other, kento timidly proposed the idea of you stopping at his place to recharge and then go home, but naturally, one thing led to another, and soon he couldn’t care less about work in the next morning or being appropriate.

the bed feels a lot softer with you in it, and when nanami moves to grab his clothes from his nightstand, you only tug him closer to yourself, moulding your body against his. the playful curl of your kiss-swollen lips luring him back in, your honeyed voice calling out to him like an ethereal siren would.

your plush tits pressing onto the surface of his hard chest whilst your warm palms roaming over the expanse of his back, and the silky sheets felt a lot more pleasant than usual.

it felts so heavenly that the thought of having a physical barrier between your bodies that would prevent him from exchanging body heat with you, basking in your affection, your oh so generously shared love, and dismissing clothes for that seemed the only way to properly enjoy your presence in his bed. in your bed <33

[raepliica]

i think they should take turns cuddling for healing purposes

[yuujispinkhair]

Thinking about jumping into modern!boyfie Sukuna's arms and clinging to him like a koala while he carries you to bed. You mumble something like,

"Mmmh you are so warm, baby."

Snuggling even closer to your boyfriend's tall, muscular body. And Sukuna laughs and teases you playfully,

"What? You're telling me the person who couldn’t wait for fall and winter to finally arrive, is already feeling cold?"

But he says it so affectionately, his low voice full of warmth and amusement, and his strong arms only hold you tighter when he adds,

"I'll keep you warm all night."

And you smile and rest your face against his broad chest, knowing that you will get the best cuddles from your favorite person in the world.

Sukuna places you gently on your bed and you don't even get a chance to complain about the lack of his arms around you before he is already slipping into bed behind you and wraps his warm, strong body around you.

You sigh happily, snuggling into Sukuna's embrace with a sleepy-sounding:

"You're the best, baby."

And you feel Sukuna's smirk against your neck where he trails soft little kisses over your skin,

"I know."

His tattooed arms tighten around your smaller body, holding you safely as Sukuna presses his tall, muscular body against you, making sure his girl is warm and happy. And when he hears your soft snores he can't help but smile and think to himself that you are the best, too.

[emmyrosee]

Could you maybe do smth like cuddling with sukuna

👉👈

Backs facing each other, you gently nudge his legs with your foot, smiling as you’re able to wiggle it between his calves. He traps your foot between his legs, and you giggle when you try to pull it back.

“I’m on insta, fuck off,” he grumbles, but you hear the annoyed smile in his voice.

“I wanna snuggle,” you mewl.

“Yeah, and I want to see how this dude makes this garlic bread.”

You slip your own phone off the nightstand and open your message app, clicking his name and quickly typing.

SENT I want attention, boyfriend 🫶🏻

You hear him snort and blunt nails briefly scratch down the sole of your trapped foot, making you try to tug it back and squeal in surprise. “You want attention?” He begins, letting go of your foot so he’s able to turn on his side and spoon you from behind, body contorting to be straight curled behind you. “Well let me tell you something- I always give you my damn attention. You just can’t live without it.”

You practically purr as he loops his arms around you, tugging you closer and letting his warm hands slip under your hoodie, warm touch on your tummy relaxing you. “You’re right,” you hum. “I just want you all to myself all the time. Not my fault you give in.” He hikes up his voice to offer you a mocking “mi meh mi meh mi”’s. You call him a brat in reply.

“If you won’t let me scroll on my instagram, scroll on yours so I can watch,” he demands.

“I can’t, I follow naked anime men.”

“Im sure you’re joking, but so help me god if you go on Instagram and there’s a naked anime man, I’m blowing up your phone.” You offer him a laugh and slip out your phone to scroll, relishing in the little kiss he plants to your jawline, then adjusting his head to be able to watch your timeline with you.

You can’t help but grin as you feel one of his feet prod to try and get between your legs, mimicking how yours was just moments ago.

[cashmoneyyysstuff]

sometimes katsuki gets really dramatic (but let’s be fr when isn’t he) and acts like you ghosted him when you don’t respond to his texts in thirty minutes. not in a creepy way, just in a dramatic, needy way.

he’s not worried or anything, he checks his phone every few minutes to see if any texts from you have come in. it’s a force of habit, because you usually respond pretty quickly but after a while it gets a little weird. and then he sends you a text and another one and unconsciously he starts spamming you a bit. again, not in a creepy way. just an annoying needy whiny dramatic baby, way.

“what’s up, bakubro ? you keep checking your phone.” katsuki doesn’t look at kirishima, eyes glued to his phone when he just grunts out an “‘m fine.”

and then kaminari just has to open his big mouth. his voice playful as he speaks “uh oh, trouble in paradiseee~?” katsuki scoffs, telling the blonde to fuck off.

and he isn’t worried..not at all. until he thinks about it and maybe there was trouble in paradise ?? were you maybe ignoring him ? what’d he do ?

you look up from your notebook at the sound of your phone vibrating. oh, it’s katsuki ! you smile just seeing his contact pop up.

“hi, katsu !”

silence, no response. you try again.

“…hello ?”

you hear a scoff from the other end, and some shuffling before your boyfriend graces you with an answer. “look at your phone, you idiot.”

“hello, katsu.” you snort. “yeah, yeah. hi.” you can practically hear the roll of his eyes through the phone, you giggle and your boyfriend huffs through the speaker.

it’s then that you see the wall of texts from him “oh, did you text me ? my bad i was studying.”

there’s a faint sigh of relief “‘s fine.”

“were you worried ?” you tease.

“fuck no. just—“ a sudden pause then katsuki grumbles “answer my texts next time, moron. bye. don’t overdo it while studying or i’ll kill you.”

“meanie !” you giggle, and when he hangs up you send him a text.

we can study together next time, just so you don’t flip out again 💗😚

katsuki scoffs a mean laugh, then sends you a middle finger.

[wheezingstar]

König doesn’t sleep with clothes on. Once he gets comfortable with you and you’re moved in together, he’s not wearing anything but boxers and his wedding ring to bed. He’s a big man, he creates a lot of body heat by himself. He’s your personal heater whenever you need one.

You’re snuggled into his side, your head resting on his chest and one of your legs resting on his and looping around one of his legs slightly and your arm across his torso in bed.

König isn’t upset by it whatsoever, he’s happy actually. He falls asleep almost instantly after you’re asleep and he likes holding you close.

[zephyrchama]

“Don’t,” you warned Lucifer. You saw that self-assured grin on his face. You knew what he was planning.

“What? I just came to see what you were doing.” He leaned on your shoulder with enough weight to tilt you several inches sideways, no matter how much you pushed back. “Don’t mind me, carry on.”

“Don’t you have more important things to do?” you retorted, but it was too late. The others were catching on.

“Hey, hey! What’s going on?” Mammon came over and pushed against your other shoulder, tilting you back upright. “What are two of my favorite people doin’?”

You tried to shrug them both off, to no avail. “We’re not doing anything. We can stop this.”

You couldn’t stop it. Asmodeus was on his way and wasted no time crossing his arms over your back, happily leaning into you from behind. You tilted forward. “Hey! What’s happening here?”

You sighed, “we’re not doing this again.”

Asmodeus teased you with honeyed innocence, “doing what, hon? Something on your mind?”

These three demons thought they were so funny.

A passing Satan made eye contact with you. In that exact moment, you used every bit of imaginary telepathy you could muster. Surely Satan would understand. He could save you. He could free you before it really was too late.

He observed what his brothers were doing, nodded, and approached with a congenial grin. Mission failed.

“Traitor!” You regretted ever agreeing to join this exchange program as Satan slowly fell back into you. You didn’t even try to catch him, you were too busy trying to remain upright under the combined weight of four demons. They were hardly even holding back.

You couldn’t see who was running up, being too busy blowing Satan’s blonde hair out of your face, but at this point it didn’t matter. They were all coming for you.

“Let me in on this!” Leviathan said cheerily.

“Yeah!” “Come on!” Asmodeus and Mammon gladly made some room for Leviathan, which was difficult because you were sinking lower and lower, and you felt another weight pile onto your back as Levi cozied up to your torso. This scenario had played out enough times now that the brothers could somehow keep you from falling over like a Jenga tower, but it was still only a matter of time.

Belphegor squeezed his way in between Satan and Lucifer and wordlessly collapsed onto you as if overcome with narcolepsy. He sure looked cozy. He smirked while you lamented, “I’m never forgiving any of you, ever.”

“Beel? Are you coming?” Lucifer summoned the cherry on top of this ridiculous parfait. You braced as Beelzebub licked the crumbs off his fingers in preparation. He knew what had to be done.

“Are you ready?” At least he had the decency to ask, unlike six other degenerates. The six lumps of dead weight each grabbed a part of your body, shifting from leans to awkward hugs. There was no way to run.

With an exaggerated “hah!”, Beelzebub’s weight and outstretched arms were enough to send everyone crashing down. You were protected from any real damage by the shell of demon brothers, but they soon had you pinned down against someone’s chest in the world’s most embarrassing cuddle pile.

“Aren’t you guys too old for this?” you asked. “By like, ten thousand years?”

“We were just checking up on you,” Lucifer said.

“Yeah, how did this happen? Hmm..!” Asmodeus’s voice dripped with sarcasm.

Satan draped his leg over yours and not-so-accidentally kicked Lucifer. “You should have told us what you were doing.”

“I think it’s fun.” Belphegor was the only one to admit the truth.

Hands were running through your hair and over your stomach. Somebody was pushing the edge of your mouth up into a smile with their finger. If these guy were so touch-starved, they could have just said so, like sane people.

“My! What do we have here?”

You groaned, partially because everybody was really heavy and partially because you really didn’t need Diavolo to arrive just then.

“My lord, it appears we have walked in on something quite interesting.” Et tu, Barbatos?

”Indeed! Is there room for two more?”

Your “no!” was drowned out by seven resounding yeses.

[demaparbat-hp]

Slow mornings in Ba Sing Se.

I needed something soft today, so here's a little sketch for @nerdylizj's breathtaking fic Forgetting is a kind of mercy.

[444sweetmourninglamb]

sweet

˚𝜗𝜚˚notes ➵ nanami x reader, fluff! sfw! sleepy cuddles, fem reader, not proofread!

you and kento had been married for a few years now and his love for you was strong. he had arrived home from work about an hour ago and decided to take a shower, you were patiently waiting for him in bed. he walked into your shared bedroom in nothing but a towel wrapped lazily around his hips, his v-line visible and looking absolutely delicious. his hair was still wet, and water was dripping down his toned chest. he went to his closet, slipping on a pair of boxers.

"how was work?" you asked. kento sat down on the bed, resting his back against the pillows.

"long, tiring, and exhausting." he wrapped an arm around you, pulling you close to his chest before kissing the top of your head. "how was yours?" he asked.

"mmh...boring." you pouted "i missed you." you said softly before nuzzling into his chest, causing him to smile.

"i missed you too, love." he said with a gentle tone, his fingertips sliding up under your shirt to caress the bare skin of your back. "you must be tired too, hm?" he questioned.

"not really, didn't really do much t'day." you murmured.

"nonsense, being that pretty must be exhausting." he said, tickling your side a bit with his other arm, causing you to laugh, which in turn made him chuckle. his hand then rested on the side of your face before planting another kiss on your forehead. "did you eat dinner?" he asked, his thumb caressing your cheek gently.

"mhm" you replied lazily. whenever you were kento, he made you feel so, so sleepy. his scent, his gentle nature, his size. he made you feel safe.

"and did you drink enough water?"

"mmmm...i think so. 's so hard to drink a lot'f water." you pouted.

"i know, baby, but you have to."

"i know, i know." you replied. kento yawned, causing you to look up at him. his heart melted when your pretty eyes met his. how did he get so lucky? so lucky to have an angel such as yourself in his arms, so lucky to have you as his wife. you scooted up closer to his face and kissed his cheek before placing a quick tender kiss on his lips. "i love you." you said softly.

kento smiled, "i love you too." he kissed your forehead again before getting more comfortable in bed. "goodnight angel." he said sleepily.

"g'night ken." you murmured back before nuzzling into his chest again.

[sincerelybubbles]

"spence?"

"hm?"

"when did you get home?"

a more awake you would be squealing, thoroughly excited he came home early from his trip, but the early hours have hardly begun to bring light and you're struggling to even open your eyes to look at him. your cheeks still widen into a pleased smile though, turning into his warmth and humming, confused, when your hands find the rough fabric of his coat.

"a few hours ago," he says, voice rough, eyes still shut. one arm across his eyes, blocking the minuscule light, the other a vice around your waist. his voice is slow, deep in his chest, caught on the sleep he obviously wishes to keep. but he still turns his face toward the sound of your voice, smile creeping up at the corners of his lips, willing to entertain you despite his fatigue.

"are you still wearing your shoes?" you ask, voice teasing, scooting up in his arm to nudge your nose against the curve of his jaw. you press a kiss there, the point where his bone hits a right angle, lips tingling from the stubble you find.

"no," he says, voice honest, "i know better than that."

"no shoes, but your belt is still on?" you tease, fingers dragging across the leather. you don't care, not beyond a genuine concern for his comfort, but you enjoy teasing him in this way, skimming your lips across the rough skin of his chin in not-quite kisses.

"i took my gun off," he complains in a half-hearted groan, lifting his arm to peek at you out of the corner of one eye. "hi," he says, voice still soft, somehow deeper with affection, dimples the star of the show on his cheeks.

"hi," you say, tilting your head back and lifting your arm to cart your fingers through his mess of hair. "welcome home."

he smiles, reaching around with his other arm to gather you up and drag you across his chest in a bear hug, chuckling at the squeal you let out, sighing against your hair. he presses a firm kiss there, right above your ear.

"we will have to wash the sheets, though. it was really gross for me to not change, i was just exhausted, sorry."

[rhys-writes-some-shit]

Cuddles

Alastor x Reader (QP)

You were always respectful of the fact that Alastor didn't like physical touch that he didn't initiate. You never asked why, never tried to force him otherwise, never even considered trying to touch him without his consent. This remained true for all the years you'd known him.

But sometimes it got really fucking difficult.

After a long day of work, then chores, then helping with the hotel, you were absolutely exhausted. And you still had dinner to look forward to. As much as you loved Al, his need for dinner formality really got on your nerves sometimes. At least the food was good.

Luckily, there was a little time where you could escape to your room. Closing the door behind you, you kicked off your shoes and dramatically collapsed onto the bed. As soon as your body hit the mattress, you wanted to stay there for the rest of eternity.

But that wasn't an option.

Groaning, you decided it wouldn't hurt to close your eyes for a moment. Besides, Alastor would want you to be lucid for dinner. Closing your eyes for a second would help.

"Ah, there you are." Distantly, you heard Alastor poke his head in the room. "I would like your input on supper, if you don't mind."

Unable to muster words, you made some unintelligible noises into the bed, curling up more with the blankets. Alastor's footsteps were muffled by the carpet, so you didn't know he was standing right next to you until he spoke.

"Seriously, darling, it is much too early to be sleeping. Don't be so dramatic."

A hand fell on your shoulder, probably to try and take the blankets off you. However, in your half-awake stupor, you shifted to grab the hand, pulling it towards you in an effort to pull some comfort out of it.

Your brain didn't compute what you'd just done for a full 30 seconds, until, suddenly, it hit you. Despite your exhaustion, you immediately let go of Alastor's hand and jerked to a sitting position.

"Al, I'm so, so sorry," you said, your voice sounding more tired than anything else. You ignored the way your eyes kept trying to close, Alastor's figure being nothing more than a red blur in front of you. "I didn't mean to. Give me a minute, I'll be down to help."

Alastor hummed, the contemplative hum you've learned to differentiate over time. Vaguely, you were aware that Alastor's smile softened a bit.

"I can spare ten minutes," Alastor finally said. "Move over, if you please."

You stared at him, blinking tiredly, struggling to understand what was happening.

Expectantly, Alastor motioned to the bed. "Nine minutes and thirty-five seconds."

Then it kicked in. Hastily, you moved over to the other side of them bed, giving enough room for Alastor to sit down with his back against the headboard.

Blankets curled around your shoulders, you sat there, hesitating.

"You may." Alastor answered the unspoken question. "For eight minutes and fifty-two seconds."

It was impossible to deny the smile that grew on your face as you crawled into Alastor's lap, resting your head on his chest and closing your eyes. Gently, Alastor wrapped his arms around you, holding you.

Wrapped in blankets, leaning into Alastor's solid body, the darkness behind your eyelids enveloped you. It felt like you were floating, just your and Alastor, and nothing could ever harm you ever again. As long as you kept your breathing steady, everything would be okay.

Everything would be okay.

You were right; just closing your eyes for a few minutes helped immensely. It was even better that it was spent with one of your favorite people in all of Hell. And if Alastor "accidentally" forgot to keep track of the time, extending your cuddle for an extra two minutes, you weren't going to say anything.

[euno11a]

nap time is the best

Having the window open as your bodies are pressed together with only a thin sheet covering each other. Simon resting his head on your chest as you lazily give him head scratches - debatably the best part of it all. The sound of the rain pattering on your bedroom window making you both sleepy.

the time being filled with soft kisses to each others lips and random naps, Simon falling asleep and you pressing soft kisses to the crown of his head while taking some picture of him to add to your hidden album in your phone…

as you fall asleep, Simon litters little kisses on your chest and whispers about how a big brute like him doesn’t deserve the love you give him. But he could never figure out how even in your sleep you could figure out he was talking bad about himself, your arms wrapping around him as you nuzzle into the top of his head.

the sloppy kisses. Having you propped up on him as you lazily kiss each other, not caring that either of your tongues are basically missing each other and just aiming everywhere else except there.

but the one thing that kills me - Simon can’t help but to hum “You Are My Sunshine” to you as you fall asleep. His low voice rumbling in your ear as he rocks you gently, reminding you that your his light that gets him through a tough day at work, or through a nightmare, or a reminder of what he was blessed with to come home to.

safe to say Simon “Ghost” Riley loves nap time.

[justagirlobsessedwithwizards]

mattheo is such a cuddly bf idc.

this man would yank you into bed with him and lay his head on your chest.

your hands would mess with his curls as he layed there, a lazy smile on his face. and if you tried to stop playing with his hair, he’d whine.

“mattheo, i’m tired.”

“just 5 more minutes, love.”

and then 5 minutes would turn into an hour before his breathing finally evened out as he fell asleep with his head burried in your chest.

sometimes, one of the boys (most likely enzo since he’s nosy), would come in and smirk once they saw mattheo like that.

you just scowled at them, “don’t wake him up.”

the next day when you heard people talking about how scary mattheo was, you just smiled to yourself. no one else got to see his soft side, it was only reserved for you. (even though he denies he has a soft side at all)