#gonna go smooch him face and go sleepy sleeps

[hajimesh]

mama's day. gojo satoru

fluff. ₊˚⊹ ᰔ parents au, non sorcerer au, mom!reader, family fluff, two unnamed sons and one baby girl. a little gift for myself ! ᡣ𐭩

little sunshines au

satoru has a plan for your birthday—a very detailed one.

step one. wake up the nuggets

it takes him less than two minutes to get the oldest out of bed, and there's really no point in waking up his baby girl since there's not much an eight-month-old can do.

the problem is your toddler.

"c'moooon, don't you wanna give mama her gifts?"

satoru's tone grows exasperated the longer his son refuses to cooperate, kicking his legs and throwing his nemo plushie at his face.

"no!"

the five-year-old immediately shushes his baby brother, only making the latter whine even more, tears now running down his chubby cheeks.

satoru feels his face fall upon seeing his son so upset, he should've expected the little ones not to take it too well to be woken up at six in the morning.

"hey," he tries softly this time, caressing the soft blond hairs of his toddler, "I'm sorry, mochi. can you forgive papa? go back to sleep, I'll wake you up when breakfast is ready, okay?"

the sobs end and now there's only small sniffles coming from the sleepy kid.

"oki."

step two. make breakfast

"like this?"

satoru leans down to inspect his son's work, brows furrowing as he tries, and fails, to read whatever gibberish his son tried to spell on top of the freshly made waffles.

with a loud smooch on the kid's cheek, satoru squeezes him in a tight hug, grinning proudly the way a father would. "a masterpiece. mama's gonna love it."

dad and son work surprisingly silent, focused on their own tasks. it doesn't take them long to have plates full of food and fruits, as well as freshly made juice.

"why don't you grab these," satoru hands his son two bags with the names of expensive brands on them, "while I go get your siblings. okay?"

"on it!"

step three. gifts

"happy birthday, mama~"

"ma-ma!"

you wake up with a start, surrounded by four pairs of blue eyes staring down at you.

"happy birthday, love of my life, mother of my kids, my one and only!"

satoru pecks your mouth as your brain processes the beaming faces of your three nuggets. your boys sit next to you, one on each side, while satoru holds the baby in the air right above your face.

your confused face finally eases into one of happiness (and relief).

"thank you, my little babies!" you smile drowsily, urging yourself to blink the sleep away as you smooch the faces of all three of your children. "mwah, mwah, mwahhh–"

your husband can't help but smile upon seeing you smothering the kids with kisses. and with his hold still on his baby girl, satoru tugs her away from you and nods at your lap.

"open your gifts, baby. we got you aaaall of your favorites." he winks at his son and the little one covers his mouth behind his tiny hand, giggling. "and we also made breakfast for mama, right?"

with a pointed look from satoru, your toddler remembers the plate of food on his lap.

"eat waffu, baby." your two-year-old offers you the plate full of waffles, pushing it towards your mouth, insistent. "eat it."

step four. spoil her rotten

your two boys happily run across the gardens while your baby girl crawls on the grass, squealing right behind her brothers.

"liked the surprise?"

your husband's arms wrap around your middle from behind. his hold is the greatest comfort you could've asked for.

"you mean waking up with three of your clones staring down at me while I sleep?" you snort, but there's no real bite in your tone. "I loved it. especially their drawing of me surrounded by blue-eyed mochi."

your eldest had insisted on drawing their little family—with you right in the center—and satoru thought it'd be funny to add the mochi instead of the kids.

"oh, but I'm not done yet, sweetheart." he spins you around in his arms, now grinning at you. "an entire weekend. you and me. what do you say?"

a groan slips past your lips and he immediately frowns, indignation clear on his face.

"c'mon, pretty. it's been a while since it was just the two of us." satoru goes for the puppy eyes, knowing that by doing so he already has a fifty percent of chance of winning. "you're not only a mother, but also a wife. let your doting husband pamper you."

"and who's watching over the kids? the baby??" you try to reason, glancing at your nuggets as they giggle their little hearts out as they play together. "satoru, we can't just leave."

"sweetheart, relaaaaax. ijichi got us covered."

oh, that poor man.

you make a mental note to give nanami a call.

[phoenixiancrystallist]

Day 6, and the background is coming along! Still not satisfied but since I'm not practiced in backgrounds I figure it'll take a lot of finagling to get me happy with it. On the one hand, it's kind of disappointing when my art doesn't turn out exactly the way I want it to. On the other hand, look at all this progress I get to make and things I get to learn! I'm gonna be a better artist and learn so much shit about backgrounds by the time I'm done with this!

And that's what the Great Artscapade is about: learning and growing as an artist and expanding my skillset. This is gonna be a good year for art progress, I can tell :D

[churipu]

jjk men & their sleepyhead gf !

featuring. gojo satoru, sukuna ryomen, nanami kento x fem! reader

warnings. none, just them being all soft and whipped for you

note. first of all, anon i am so sorry, i accidentally posted your request on the queue list and fml, i'm so embarrassed but idek how to edit the queue list so out of desperation i deleted it— but i ofc screenshotted this before i deleted the og post, so i am so sorry :(( i hope you enjoy this, and i hope you get to find out i didn't delete your ask and it's here in a form of a screenshot :((

GOJO SATORU. i feel like he doesn't mind most of the time— he does mind it if you fall asleep when you're supposed to be paying attention to him >:(

but whenever you fall asleep, his camera's always on standby, snapping pictures of you from every angle. whether you look good or bad (you never look bad btw), from up above, from below, from the left, from the right, with 0.5, i can go on.

and when you wake up, you find your phone blowing up with notifications from shoko, geto, and him, especially with the notification "@gojosatoru tagged you in a post" and it's just a slideshow post of you sleeping, a few close up shots, and your face with different instagram filters.

you don't even bother at this point since he's not going to stop, and not gonna lie, you did find it a bit funny. and the comments from shoko and geto made you laugh, so... good luck trying to sleep around him, you'll wake up to a whole album of you sleeping on his account.

"satoru, what the fuck is this filter?" it was a filter that made your face a little distorted, and gojo'd just sitting there innocently, blinking his white lashes up at you.

"you look adorable, princess."

"i don't want to sleep around you anymore."

"no, please sleep— how am i supposed to continue my daily updates of you sleeping?"

mind you, he has 200 posts on instagram and 150 of them are just you sleeping + with the cheesiest captions like "my baby is sleeping, pls tell her to wake up bcs i miss her 🥺🥺🥺"

and shoko is all up in his comments like "wake her up yourself, dumbass she's literally in your house."

SUKUNA RYOMEN. the first time you fell asleep around him was when he went out to get a glass of water, but he didn't think of it as anything and thought you were just tired.

but no— you fall asleep anywhere, whenever and most of the time. he gets pretty frustrated when you both spend time, and in a bit, your head leans onto his shoulders and sukuna checks on you, and you were out like a light.

"y/n?" soft snores.

he clicks his tongue in annoyance but doesn't push you away or get angry, although he finds you cute. sometimes snaps a few pictures to keep, but you don't know about that.

and at times, you wake up all tucked in your bed—your favorite plushie beside you, and sukuna nowhere in sight.

you open your phone and there's a few text messages from him.

[ you fell asleep, so i left ] he didn't leave, he said that to make you feel bad and for not giving him enough attention— he stayed in the same seated position for a few hours before prepping you onto your bed, tucking you in and not forgetting to place a smooch on your forehead.

[ call me when you wake up ]

[ love you ] awww.

he's so in love with you.

NANAMI KENTO. he's such a gentle soul, he won't mind if you fall asleep or is asleep whenever he comes over. in fact, he enjoys it when you fall asleep.

he read somewhere that if someone feels tired or sleepy around a person, it's because they feel safe. so nanami just concludes that his girlfriend feels safe around him, safe enough for her to get sleepy and fall asleep on him.

"kento," you murmur half-asleep, stretching your arms.

"hm?" he hums out, opening his arms for you to fall into — which you did, and he craddled you in his arms, placing his cheek onto your head.

"night night." it wasn't even night time, you just had to say it before you go to sleep, and nanami finds you so cute he couldn't help but to squeeze you a little.

"night night," he replies back, kissing your forehead.

nanami just sits there and continues craddling you in his arms, and if he needs to go, he would put you on your bed (on his bed when it's his house), and writes you a short message why he needed to go and when he will be back.

© CHURIPU 2023 , DO NOT COPY OR REPOST ANYWHERE !

[000-pawz]

when you dodge their kisses (bnd) ˚ · .

ot6 reaction , prank , teasing , fluff!! , slight angst , established relationship

rest of the members under the cut!

wc: about >350 per member

a/n: first post omg yay!! >___< reqs r open! ✿

sungho ˚ ⋆｡˚

when you jokingly dodge sungho’s incoming kiss to your cheek while you guys are watching a moving on the couch, the entire world stops spinning for a minute. he immediately sits back and blinks at you blankly because huh? you’ve never done that before! if anything, you’re usually the one begging him for more kisses, so now he’s just simply confused. 

you’re struggling to keep a poker face as you continue to (pretend to) watch the movie on the screen while sungho stares lasers through the side of your head. his pout his evident, his brows are knit together, and there’s nothing more you’d rather do than kiss him right now, but you have to commit to the bit.

once sungho stops malfunctioning, he leans in for another kiss just to make sure that he’s not hallucinating, but you’re quicker than that. you duck away from his kiss again and sungho literally gasps at your action.

“baby,” he whines, his hand coming to rest on your thigh. “why can’t i kiss you?”

“hm?” you hum absentmindedly, pursing your lips to keep your incoming smile at bay.

“why do you keep moving? let me kiss you,” he huffs, going in for another kiss. you move away again, but this time, you can’t keep in your giggles as he continues to chase you with his lips. “c’mere!” 

you jump up from the couch, squealing as sungho chases you with exaggerated smooching noises. you slide on your socks down the hall toward his room, but he’s quick to catch you before you escape, his strong arms wrapping around your waist to pull you into his chest before he starts pecking your cheek relentlessly. 

“okay! okay! you win!” you giggle as he squeezes you in his arms, rocking you both from side to side before burying his face in the crook of your neck.

“don’t ever do that again. i thought i was gonna die,” he mumbles onto your skin. you turn in his arms to face him, cupping his cheeks with both of your hands. his eyes are sparkling, but you can tell there’s no anger behind them. you give him a little smile and a quick peck on the lips simply for being so cute.

“i won’t…” you start slowly, “if you can catch me!” and you slip out of his arms to run back down the hall, sungho’s half-hearted complaints and laughter ringing through the air.

˚ ⋆｡˚ riwoo

you’re at your desk finishing coursework when riwoo comes in softly humming a melody. as routine when it’s finals week, he places your go-to coffee order on the desk next to you and waits for you to tip your head up to give him a thank you kiss, as you usually do. when you don’t make any moves, he leans down to kiss your cheek instead, but you swiftly move away as you continue to type. you hear him make a quiet sound of confusion, but doesn’t say anything else. instead, he simply goes to sit on your bed and waits for you to finish.

he forces himself to assume you’re just locked in on your assignment to avoid overthinking and backs off for a bit. you can tell he’s uneasy though, because his concerned eyes keep flickering over to you every few seconds. you have the passing thought of ending the prank because he seemed a little upset, but you wanted a reaction, a comment, anything. 

you get up to join riwoo on your bed after you finish your assignment 45 minutes later. he’s laying down with his eyes closed, his chest slowly rising and falling with each breath. he looks so cute with his brows furrowed in his sleep, so you place a kiss on his forehead before smoothing out his messy hair. his eyes blink open at your touch, a sleepy smile crossing his soft features.

“hey,” he mumbles out as he sits up, voice ridden with a sleepy rasp. “you okay?”

“i’m okay. why?” 

riwoo shrugs, opening his arms for you to crawl into. once you’re settled against his chest, he finally continues speaking. “earlier… you dodged my kiss.”

“did i?” you ask, blinking up innocently at him

he hums in response, his expression completely serious. “if you needed space, you could’ve just told me.”

“i know,” you smile, snuggling into his hold. he’s too sweet for his own good. “it was just a prank. i wanted to see how you’d react, but you didn’t react at all!”

“oh. i’m… sorry?” riwoo laughs out, cocking his head at you like a puppy. “should i fall to my knees and beg for a kiss from the love of my life?”

“i wouldn’t mind that…”

“okay then.” riwoo shimmies out of your grasp to kneel on the floor at the end of your bed, his hands folded together tightly as he bats his eyes dramatically at you. you can’t help but laugh at his antics, you heart filling with heavy warmth. “please, please, my sunshine, my angel. may i have a kiss?

“yes, you may,” you giggle, shuffling to the end of your bed to kiss his lips softly, a contented hum leaving his lips now that he finally has your attention.

jaehyun˚ ⋆｡˚

“i’m back!” jaehyun calls as he strolls into your room with a bag of snacks from the convenience store. you’re watching a video on your phone and barely look up at him when he walks in. you saw this prank on tiktok and wanted to try it out just to see how he would react. 

bad idea.

“i said i’m back,” jaehyun repeats after getting no response. he flops belly first onto your bed and moves to cuddle up at your side. “what’re you watching?”

“just a travel vlog,” you answer nonchalantly. as expected, jaehyun instinctually goes to kiss your forehead while you speak and you quickly move away. you see his body automatically freezes up at your movement, his eyes darting across your face quickly.

“what was that?” he asks with a forced puff of laughter. you shrug and continue to watch your video. jaehyun sits up with glossy eyes, his face completely dumbfounded. you’re never dismissive like this. he feels his heart clench in his chest as you continue to ignore him completely unbothered.

“did i do something?” his voice is a little shaky on the last syllables and you should’ve stopped the prank right then and there, but you don’t realize it in the moment.

“i don’t know,” you reply dryly. you see jaehyun watch your expression for a few more seconds in your peripheral. 

“are you upset with me?” you shrug again at his words and that was the final straw. he’s silent next to you for a few seconds and when you finally look up at him, he’s already sniffling, moving off of the bed to leave the room.

“wait, wait!” you quickly drop your phone to chase after him, catching him right before he walks out of the door. “baby, it was a prank! i didn’t mean it. please don’t cry,” you rush out, wrapping your arms around his middle. jaehyun pouts at you, reaching up to wipe at his eyes.

“i’m not crying,” he sniffles, obviously crying. his nose is all red and his eyes are teary. “and that wasn’t funny!”

“i’m sorry. i’m sorry,” you coo, helping him pat his eyes dry before leaning up to give him a big kiss on the lips. he looks absolutely pitiful and even more adorable with his flushed cheeks. you feel bad for even thinking about pranking him in the first place. “my big baby.

he cracks a smile at that, shaking his head as he quietly laughs before pulling you into his hold even tighter. “yeah. i’m your big baby.”

˚ ⋆｡˚ taesan

do not start something that you cannot finish. you’re eating at the table when taesan passes by and tries to plant a kiss on your cheek. at the last second, you turn your head away from him, trying to hold in your giggles when he sends a skeptical glare your way. quick-witted as ever, he sees the game you’re trying to play and decides that he can play it better.

“okay,” he says simply before continuing on with whatever he was doing. at first, you’re confused. no reaction? at all? really? and after the confusion wears off… the fear creeps in. why is he so calm? this can’t be good. what is he planning? 

you find out soon enough when later that night, after the prank is long forgotten, you’re getting ready for bed. taesan is towel drying his hair as he walks into the room and he looks beautiful as ever. like woah… this is really your boyfriend! how can you resist? you quickly hop up from the bed and skip over to him to give him a kiss, but you are too slow.

taesan turns his head away from you to grab something out of the dresser, barely even acknowledging your presence. you step back in shock because there’s no way… you try to kiss his cheek but he steps to the side before your lips reach him. a taste of your own medicine.

“taesan,” you whine, tugging on the back of his shirt. “can i please have a kiss?”

“nope,” he responds, popping the ‘p’ at the end. “no kisses until you apologize.”

he is so stubborn, it’s actually insane. you sigh, hugging him from behind as your bury your face into his shirt.

“‘m sorry,” you mumble into his clothes. 

“what was that? i can’t hear you,” he teases. you huff, lifting your head to speak again. 

“i’m sorry. it was a prank. i sincerely apologize.”

taesan’s hands come down to pry your arms off of him, spinning around to wrap his arms around you. in the blink of an eye, he tackles you onto the bed before he starts peppering your face with a million kisses. you can’t stop the giggles from leaving your body at the sudden action, your heart swelling in your chest.

“don’t…” *kiss* “do…” *kiss* “that…” *kiss* “ever…” *kiss* “again.” *kiss*

leehan ˚ ⋆｡˚

you’re fixing your hair in the bathroom mirror when leehan sneaks up behind you, placing his hands on your hips as he hooks his chin over your shoulder. he doesn’t say anything, simply watching you get ready with a faint smile on his lips.

“you look pretty,” he comments mindlessly before moving to kiss your cheek, but you move to the side before it can land. leehan takes a step back with raised eyebrows, watching your poker face through the mirror.

“whatever i did, i’m sorry and i won’t do it again.” he says the words with no inflection, completely used to your antics. you won’t break character so soon though! 

“do you need something?” you ask, leaning closer to put on chapstick. leehan watches you with a mix of amusement and incredulity as you continue to touch up in the mirror.

“yeah. you,” he replies, moving back into your space. he wraps his arms around your torso, his hair tickling your face as he presses his cheek to yours. you pretend to be annoyed at the invasion of personal space (something that does not exist when leehan is in your proximity), and you try to scoot away from him, but leehan clings to you like glue.

“i’ll move if you let me kiss you,” he speaks as he smooshes his cheek against yours. you find yourself giggling at his bargain and the comically serious face he’s putting on in the mirror.

“nuh uh. no kisses,” you say, committing to the act. leehan shrugs, nuzzling his face against yours even more.

“guess we’re stuck together then.”

and he meant it. he hangs off of you like a koala for the next 20 minutes as you attempt to get ready for class, his front glued to your back with every step you take. now, the game has become a matter of pride. you don’t want to let him win, but…

“leehan, i have to use the bathroom.”

“and i’m coming with you.”

“no, you’re not.”

“then let me kiss you,” he sing songs, resting his cheek on your shoulder. at this point, you realize this is a losing game. and you can’t lie—you really want to kiss him too.

you finally turn around to meet his twinkling eyes and cheeky smile. with an overexaggerated huff, you lean in and kiss him gently on the lips. when you pull away, he chases after your lips to kiss you twice more.

“i win,” he smiles brightly when you two part. you roll your eyes fondly, running your hands through his hair.

“whatever,” you mumble through a tiny smile before leaning in to give him the proper kiss he deserves.

˚ ⋆｡˚ woonhak

you’re strolling through a nearly empty park with woonhak on a sunny day when he attempts to kiss your cheek. keyword “attempt” because as soon as you jokingly move away from his lips, he literally stops his his tracks to stare at you, his mouth hanging open in shock, eyes as wide as saucers.

“wha- huh- what?” woonhak stutters, completely caught off guard. “why are you…?”

“why am i what?” you cock your head coyly at him, fighting back the smile threatening to escape. woonhak scrunches up his nose at you, trying to read your expression to no avail.

“you… you’re…” he cuts himself off to attempt a kiss at your cheek again, but you quickly move out of the way. “that! see!”

“i don’t know what you’re talking about,” you blink. woonhak simply stares at you for a few beats before dropping your intertwined hands. you immediately regret messing with him as grumpiness taking over his entire demeanor, albeit looking incredibly adorable with his pouty face.

“if you don’t want me to kiss you, just say that,” woonhak huffs, crossing his arms defensively before he keeps walking without you by his side. you laugh as you jog after him, holding onto his arm to you snuggle up to his side.

“it was a prank, hakkie! i’m sorry,” you giggle, leaning up to kiss his soft cheek. woonhak is still sulky, turning his head away from you to avoid eye contact. “i’m really sorry! i didn’t mean it!”

“you can’t play with my feelings like that,” he mumbles out, but his red cheeks immediately give his true feelings away.

“i won’t do it again! i love your kisses,” you smile up at him and that was all he needed to hear. the corners of his lips quirk up and he drops his arms to interlace your fingers again. “can i have a kiss now?”

the beam woonhak sends your way could put the sun to shame. he steps in front of you, pulling you in closer to peck your forehead, then your nose, and then both of your cheeks. when he leans back, he taps his own cheeks expectedly with a bold smile.

“my turn,” he says and you gladly reciprocate through giggles and sunshine.

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[youvebeenlivingfictional]

not pressuring u but pls write for art donaldson:)

Warnings: Established relationship, Stanford era, Sleepy Art Donaldson being The Sweetest, hints of subby Art, smooches

"...You're doing it again, you know."

"What am I doing?"

"You're distracting me, Art."

"How? I'm laying still and I'm being quiet."

"You're staring at me."

"I'm not staring."

"Art."

"I'm not."

"What do you call it, then?"

"...Watching."

You turn your head, brows raised in disbelief, lips pursed as you try to fix him with a stern look. It doesn't hold. How can it, with the way he's smiling at you?

You can see how tired he is from the slow blinking of his heavy lids. It's a wonder that he's still awake; he's been curled up in your bed for the last half hour as you've tried to finish up a paper. It's nearly midnight, and you know that he's been up since six that morning. Between classes and practice, he's had an insanely long day.

"You should be sleeping," You scold.

"'m not tired."

"Bullshit."

He chuckles softly, rolling onto his side and nuzzling your pillow.

"I'll wait."

"For what?"

"You to come to bed."

"Are you just going to stare at me until I do?"

"'Course not...I am gonna watch you, though."

You smile, sighing and saving your work before shutting your laptop.

"Alright."

"You're finished?"

"No, I'll finish it tomorrow."

"You sure?"

You hum affirmatively, stepping into your bathroom and cranking the faucet on. You make it through washing your face before you see movement in your periphery.

"I'll be there in a second," You promise as Art drifts into the room. "I'm just gonna brush my teeth."

Art cuddles up behind you, arms curling around your middle as he presses his face into your neck, drawing in a deep breath.

"You miss me already? It's been two minutes," You tease before lifting your toothbrush.

"Not just two minutes," Art insists. "Barely saw you today." He tips his head up, nuzzling your jaw. "I was thinkin' about you."

You smile, leaning down and rinsing your mouth out, wiggling your hips back against him as you hinge forward. Art groans low in his throat, thumbs dipping beneath your shirt and gently sweeping over your sides.

"I was thinking about you, too," You admit, turning to face him.

"Really?"

"Mhm. All day." Art's smile widens as you wrap your arms around his shoulders. "We goin' to bed now?"

"In a minute." Art leans in, brushing his lips against yours. You smile, sliding a hand into his hair and parting your lips, teasing your tongue tenderly against his. He sighs into your kiss, hands snaking around your back to draw you closer into his chest. You break the kiss slowly, giving his hair a gentle tug and grinning as his eyelids flutter, a sweet flush spreading across his cheeks.

"Come on," You urge. "We can't have you sleep-walking through practice tomorrow."

--

Even with your eyes closed, in the dim room, you can still feel it. You shift a little, adjusting your covers.

"Art," You warn softly, "You're still doing it."

Art's hand cups your face, his thumb sweeping across your cheekbone.

"Baby," He murmurs, "If you were in my place, you'd stare, too."

[tyunni]

NISHIMURA RIKI B☆YFRIEND HEADCANONS...

ㅤㅤㅤㅤenhypen masterlist | library | ni-ki bf hc part 1

a/n: man when will it be may over riki era... probably never. anyways pt 2 to my riki bf headcanons post 😭 p.s. i DID post this on a side blog a while ago to try out tags so if u saw that no u didnt lol

genre: fluff ☝️ warnings: not proofread, kissing, if you want me to add anything please let me know!

idrk how to start this off so we're just gonna get str8 into it yeah lets GO

he is so whipped for you it's actually concerning. everyone can tell he is absolutely head over heels for you. from the way his eyes sparkle when he looks at you to the way he can't shut up about you, it's just so obvious.

he adores you, honestly.

he can't help but smile when he sees you, always admiring you. doesn't matter what you're doing; be it you brushing your teeth, eating food, putting your shoes on, or sleeping. doesn't matter! he's watching you with hearts in his eyes and a grin spread across his face from ear to ear.

his heart swells whenever you hug and/or kiss him. he may not act like it, but he is so soft for you it's actually insane. he melts in your arms the second you wrap them around him. feels safe and content, closing his eyes as he buries his head in your shoulder.

physical affection is very very important to him, it makes him feel special. he enjoys it more than he likes to admit, to be honest!

he loves loves loves kisses!! you littering kisses all over his face? he's down. him littering kisses all over your face? he's down. a kiss on his cheek? absolutely! giving him a big phat smooch on the lips?? you just made him the happiest boy ever!!!!!

(more under the cut!)

if you cup his face in your hands and just enjoy the moment as you get lost in each other's eyes he will get all mushy and lovey dovey. it's moments like these that make him realize just how in love he is with you, how much he cherishes you, and how he wants to show you he appreciates you.

riki isn't really the best with words, it's a bit awkward for him to verbalize his feelings toward you... and also impossible as well, because he simply can not describe the overwhelming amount of love he has for you.

but whenever the time calls, he can list a thousand reasons as to why he fell in love with you. from your beauty to your personality, he notices things about you even you don't notice, and it never fails to make you smile (which is basically all that matters to him)

3AM dates with riki? 3AM dates with riki.

it's a must, honestly. whenever he can't sleep he almost always messages you. he doesn't like to bother you, but he can't help it! he's so bored and you're his s/o, who else would he spam at like 2 in the morning??

he's always amused when you answer him & complain about how you were about to go to sleep and how he disturbed you. but he knows you're lying by the way you're refusing to leave when he tells you he won't mind if you go to bed and that he can always just go back to scrolling through tiktok.

"oh you're sleepy? okay 👍 i'll just go back to tiktok then" "NO DONT GO IM NOT GOING TO SLEEP YET"

and when he offers to go snack hunting at a 24 hour convenience store, who are you to refuse? and even if you were to refuse... too bad he's literally at your door right now, open up y/n <3

sometimes he doesn't even message you beforehand, he just randomly shows up at your house and the next thing you know you're taking a walk while everyone else in your neighborhood is sound asleep.

tries his best to be super cliche romantic with you. says he does it only cuz he knows you want him to do it, when in reality a part of him has always wanted to recreate those overused cute scenes in romance movies.

he will never admit to it, but sometimes he purposefully sets your dates on the days he knows there will be rain. he checks the weather beforehand just to make sure it's a rainy day 😭

but why? you may ask...

so he can take off his warm jacket and drape it over your figure when he notices you shaking and shivering beside him. so he can pull out his umbrella - specifically the smallest umbrella he could find at the dorms so he has an excuse to pull your body against his side and protect you from the rain droplets that slowly fall onto the top of your head.

and most importantly, so he can walk you home, discard the umbrella once he reaches your doorstep, watch as the rain drops glide down from your head to your face. and then he leans in and gently wipes them away from your features as he smiles softly when he notices your breath hitch at the close proximity. his hands then find their way to your cheeks, thumbs wiping away more droplets as the rain gets heavier and heavier. and at this point neither of you care that your clothes are basically drenched. all that you can focus on is how he's so gently holding your face in his hands, how he's looking into your eyes with so much love and adoration, and how he is so close to you that you can admire all the pretty moles that are scattered across his face, thinking that it's impossible for him to get any closer. but when he tilts his head and somehow shortens the proximity even more you can't help but flutter your eyes shut as you feel his lips lightly graze over yours. but he doesn't kiss you. he simply smiles before completely pulling away, grabbing his umbrella and walking off.

Yeah HE'S ANNOYING 😑😑😑👎👎👎

and when u run inside your house pull out ur phone and proceed to spam him telling him he can't just do that & that if he pulls that shit on you ever again ure gonna break up w him...

yeah he just smirks 🧍‍♀️ bcuz he knows u dont mean it- OF COURSE U DON'T- he's got u wrapped around his finger, there's no way out, i fear...

but let's not pretend he's not wrapped around your finger... cuz he is.

if you suddenly call him to hang out or tell him you miss him he is basically running to your location!!

but not before pretending that he's too busy and complaining about how you're so "needy" and "obsessed" with him, but in a lighthearted manner obviously.

he would rather step on a bunch of spikey nails with his bare feet than upset you with his words. and if he feels that his words affected you in a bad way he will kiss you all over your face and reassure you that he didn't mean it like that

he's soft but just for you 🫰

well... maybe not just for you but he's definitely the most comfortable showing you his soft side 🫶 you're basically the only one he doesn't feel awkward sharing his lovey dovey mushy thoughts with

even though he's confident now, just like the first few months of your relationship, he still gets shy around you. he thinks it's embarrassing, but you think it's cute :)

for example, when he tries to call you new pet names that you two aren't usually used to.

the second the word sweetheart left his lips he immediately turned away from your figure, hid his face in his hands and cringed at himself for even contemplating calling you that. you had to practically beg him to turn around because he was refusing to look at you for a good 5 minutes 😭

"that was so bad, y/n. why did i say that?"

and then he whines about it to you so if you want him to shut up you have to hold his face and give him a quick kiss

one time you tried shutting him up by putting your hand over his mouth... but it backfired. he licked your palm 🧍‍♀️ so naturally, you used his shirt as a tissue and wiped your palm on him while complaining about how gross he was

yeah... a kiss it is.

speaking of kisses, he loves them

more specifically, he loves catching you off guard with them.

you two could be play fighting with pillows, watching a movie, bickering, cuddling, simply talking and suddenly his lips are on yours?

mostly he pulls this on you when you two are playing video games and he feels that there's a chance he might lose to you

he puts down his controller, gently grabs your chin, squishes your cheeks so your lips pout and gently puts his plush lips on yours.

inevitably, you close your eyes. biggest mistake you've ever made.

with one hand still squishing your cheeks and his lips still moving in sync with yours, he uses his other hand to pick up his controller and beats your ass in the game

when you hear the victory cheers coming from the TV you quickly open your eyes and gasp in shock at the sight of the screen.

you call him a dirty cheater, which is true...

but is it really cheating if he's kissing you?

"you cheated!! you were kissing me just to distract me, what the hell?!"

"it's not cheating if you don't get caught 😁"

"that doesn't even apply to this scena-"

boom! he kisses you again.

he's a shithead. but he's your shithead.

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Small Things

Small sleeping habits with Sebastian & Ominis

A/N : I wrote this while I was sleep deprived and found it. Enjoy my small hcs! And per usual, if y'all have any requests don't be shy to send me them !!

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Sebastian :

Sebastian had always been an anxious kid. After everything that happened to his parents and then Anne, it was only understandable. You had learned to pick up on his cues pretty quickly, pulling him away from whatever was stressing him out.

“You good?” You whispered as the two of you settled into bed. Sebastian’s hand drummed against the sheet as he settled himself.

“Yeah. Just had a long day.” His arms quickly fell around you, pulling your face into his chest. His hand reached out for the book on the nightstand and he slowly opened it.

“Can I read to you?” He whispered, looking down for assurance. You rubbed against his flesh and hummed. “I would love nothing more Seb.” He sighed and smiled at the response, his empty hand running across your side.

His voice soothed you and your heart swelled as you watched his muscles relax. You had learned months into your relationship that Sebastian had loved reading to you. You didn’t know exactly why, maybe it was the undivided attention or escape and comfort with you by his side, but it was sweet. Something you would truly cherish on nights like these where he needed to calm down and you could just sit with him. You swore that you could bask in this feeling forever if he would let you.

His words got softer as your eyelids relaxed and you could feel sleep pulling you away. As much as you wanted to stay awake and listen to him he was too calming. Sebastian was well aware of it too as his hand brushed against your cheek and he pulled the covers against your form.

“Don’t try to fight it. Get some good rest, love.” You felt his warm lips cover the side of your face in small smooches and you hummed. You let out a tired sigh and pulled his face down for a gentle kiss.

“You go to sleep too Sebastian. Don’t need you reading all night.” Your voice faded and Sebastian let out a laugh.

“Anything for you dear.” 

Ominis :

Ominis loves whenever you join him in napping. Although you were not particularly fond of sleeping on the ground around campus, you didn’t mind the naps on the couch or bed. They were even better when he was still going to sleep and super clingy.

“Ominis?” Your voice rang out as you walked into his dorm. A grunt was heard from his bed and your eyes landed on his comfy form. It was precious really. He was holding one of his pillows in his arms and leaning against it for dear life. His blonde hair was splattered in a mess and his lips were slightly open in a pout. 

You walked over and snuck into the sheets, arm pulling him against you. The boy hummed and pushed even further into you.

“Y/N..” His sleepy voice murmured and you couldn’t help but coo. He was really adorable.

“Hey baby, go back to bed. I’m gonna join you.”

“Mm.. Thank you. I love you.” Ominis yawned and went back to sleep as you pulled the blankets further around you two. 

“I love you too.” You pressed a kiss to the boy's neck and closed your eyes. His soft breaths lulled you to sleep with a sense of security. He was truly one of a kind.

[rainee-da]

🍀 Lay Down in Their Lap [1]

CHARACTER ❥ Doom 🪞 / Famin 🃏 / Epidem 🍮 / Delisaster 🍾 / Domina Blowelive 💧 / Cell War 💎

W A R N I N G ⚠️ PG-13 and heavy on fluff / BIG SPOILER!!!! / might be too OOC for you.

D O O M 🪞

It was later in the afternoon. He just finished his training and was resting up on the nearby bench at the training grounds before you came and suddenly plopped down on his lap.

His whole body tensed up slightly at the sudden contact before relaxing back as he realized that it was just you.

"Tired, my dear? has your day been rough?" he said with a soothing voice as he ran his hand on your hair, a soft smile forming on his lips.

He learned his whole life to predict other people's movements using all his senses, but you never failed to surprise him with your antics.

And it never fails to lighten his day, to bring sunshine to his world that is devoid of pictures.

The two of you spent the rest of the afternoon chatting with each other, with his hand brushing through your locks idly.

As you talk about your day, he listened quietly. Take note of your shift in tone and the quiet thumping of your heart.

He didn't mind doing this for eternity, with you.

F A M I N 🎪

He was in a bad mood as he sulked on the sofa, teeth gritting and eyes twitching. One more flick to his nerves and his place is going to be a bloodbath.

Knowing so, his aides understandably decided to keep their distance.

Not you tho, because you were somehow brave enough to stride to his place with a book in hand and plopped your head on his lap.

"... What do you think you're doing?" he said with a strained voice, punctuating every word. You simply answered him with a shrug as you started reading your book.

His aide is looking from the distance, mortified. One of them is making preparations for a quick mass funeral, just in case.

They instantly passed out in fear as their boss started to move, thinking the massacre was going to happen. They missed the fact that Famin had actually moved to hug you, not to massacre you. Or anybody.

His rage already evaporated into thin air, seeing you on his lap.

Get ready to be in his lap for hours lol. He won't let you go now.

E P I D E M 🍮

"... And the texture is all wrong! It's a blasphemy I assure you. Pudding is supposed to be a soft, silky cuisine and the shop can't even differentiate that with a freakin jelly! Honestly-"

You lay on his lap as you listen to him go on his tangent. Your hand slowly caresses his thighs to soothe him down.

Being his lover, you're used to this kind of temper tantrum it could be worse after all.

In fact, you prefer this to his scientific tangent. You can barely understand the other one after all.

But since he has been going on for more than an hour, you're understandably getting tired and you can feel yourself getting sleepy as your eyes fluttering and closing.

Noticing that you no longer saying anything, he stopped and looked down to check your face.

His face softens, seeing you sleeping on his lap. His body finally eases down and he caresses your cheek gently. His mind is in a state of tranquility.

Though you’re gonna wake up with a bite mark on your cheek lol. It’s just that soft after all.

D E L I S A S T E R 🍾

Everything about it is embarrassing. You're embarrassed, his aide pities you, and his family gives you a strange look, the only one who is not embarrassed is Delisaster.

How could you not be? It's a big, fancy banquet being held by Innocent Zero with so many nobles present. And here you are; laying on one of his son's lap.

And you can't escape either, because his hand is gripping your side tightly while his other hand is sipping some red wine, ready to tickle the hell out of you if you made any attempt to escape.

Too bad he's big into PDA too. More than once did he lowered his head to peck your nose or smooch with your lips. In front of everyone.

"Do you want some?" He offers you his glass of wine casually as if it didn't hit him yet that he's being cringy as hell embarrassing you.

He lets out a hearty laugh every time you pout and whine about being embarrassed, clearly finding it to be amusing.

"Why so shy? you're my bae! N' best bet I'll show it to everyone! Gotta show them to whom you belong, after all~"

Rest in peace, you poor soul...

D O M I N A B L O W E L I V E 💧

It's nearing curfew time. You opened the door of his dorm slowly, making the light from outside permeate through the dark room.

You can see the hunched shadow on the bed jolted in surprise and the light from outside highlighting his face shadow.

"Go away," Domina stated coldly as he lowered his head, and you managed to catch a glimpse of the tear stain on his cheeks.

You didn't say anything. But knowing him, you decided to go against his words and walked to his figure before locking the door.

You startled him as you plopped your head on his lap, burying your face in his stomach while your hand rubbed his lower back gently.

This simple action successfully breaking the dam in the pink-haired man's eye as he started sobbing his heart out.

He started blabbering out his thoughts while his shaky hands hugged your head tightly, sharing the insecurities and the fear he held inside that had been tormenting his soul.

"Please don't go..." he said with a broken voice, as he caressed your face, "I love you... You're all I have... please, promise me to never leave me... Please..."

Both of you ended up sleeping while cuddling together, content smile formed on his sleeping face.

C E L L W A R 💎

"Stop it, I have to go," he whines, trying his best to push you, who is currently nuzzling your face on his stomach, off of his lap, "I have to meet Master, he'll be furious if I'm late!"

You quipped to him that the appointed meeting is still an hour ahead, and he groans in frustration, unable to refute your words.

He knows that the meeting is still an hour away, and it only took him a quarter of an hour to reach the location. Meaning that he had plenty of hours for himself. 

But he just can't help to work hard. He wants to please his Master!

"You're such a brat..." he grumbled as his hand moved to pull off the thorn crown on his head, and he leaned back to relax on the bed.

Your sheepish smiles earned you a soft chuckle from him. He stares at you with eyes full of meaning as his hand strokes your hair gently.

He wants you to find someone better, but he can't think of a life without you by his side. For him, you're his oasis. Anything you did seems to bring his dead heart back to life.

'I guess it's okay to relax once in a while... for you.'

Work has been abusing wearing me out and I didn't have too much time to open social media lately so this one will be shorter than the previous one. Honestly can I just be reincarnated as a seal? please please please please-

I also wrote a similar prompt for Walkis Academy students. If you happen to like this one, you might also like the other one! Maybe, I mean, I dunno...

Anyway, thank you for reading! 🍀

[yongislong]

room 119.

genre: jaemin tooth rotting fluff, comfort, established relationship, nonidol!jaemin, suggestive perhaps? college au ofc

note: this is for the anon with the jaemin brainrot hehe... ty for the idea! not proofread but tbh... kinda obsessed with this and yeah it made me incredibly lonely soooo... i hope you enjoy muahaha

you hadn't heard from jaemin all day!

granted, it was still early in the morning, but you trusted him enough to not skip classes again. for the third time. this week.

it's chilly out as you make the short walk to his dorm building across the literature room in which you shared a philosophy class. you assumed he would text you if he was skimping out on lecture, again, but it was radio silence.

you were worried to say the least. it was often that he would skip, but he never, ever was the type of lover to go m.i.a on you.

hiking your backpack tighter on your shoulders, you trudged through the bright orange and yellow leaves. their dull crunching sound under the soles of your shoes are drowned out by the wind blowing past your ears.

finally reaching his dorm room, you roughly knock on the door. sniffling and wiping your nose. annoyed and cheeks red from your 10 minute walk to scold your sleepy boyfriend, you rock back and forth on your feet, a pout evident on your face as you let a couple seconds pass before knocking again.

however your hand never reaches the white wooden door, jaemin swings the door open, bed head on full display as he rubs the sleep out of his eyes.

your gaze rakes down to his neck and bare torso, following his happy trail all the way to the sweatpants hanging low on his hips, landing your gaze down to his feet clad in cheetah print socks. you look back up at him, letting your eyes linger back on his chest and collarbones.

you both stand at the door way for a while, he's amused at your reaction, no matter how many times you've seen him like this, it never fails to leave you incredibly flustered. and he's so grateful he's the only one who gets to make you feel like this.

"well are you gonna chew me out for skipping or is me being half naked a good enough apology?" he rasps.

too much time passes and he snaps you out of your thoughts with a chuckle, pulling you into his warm apartment by your wrists. his bed was pressed up against the left side of the wall, covered in posters and fairy lights. his room smelled like pumpkin pecan waffles and you couldn't help but let your eyes soften at the framed picture of you on his nightstand.

he has a drawer designated to your chapsticks, lip balms, hair ties, rings, nail polishes and any other trinkets you've left behind any time you visit him.

dragging you over to his bed as he plops on the mattress, tilting his head up to look at you, as you push his bangs back with your palms, he pulls you in from your belt loops, you let your arms hang over his shoulders, pushing his face deeper into your stomach once he rests his forehead on your ribs.

you notice the matching string bracelets you both bought on your first date together, hanging loosely on his wrist, you feel the fraying string as he trails a palm under the back of you shirt.

he feels warmer than the hot packs you had slipped into the pockets of your large jacket.

lifting his head up, he gives you an almost drunk grin. as if though your perfume made him as tipsy as his favorite bottle of peach soju he keeps tucked away in his bright purple mini fridge.

you continue to rake your hands over the hairs at the nape of his neck but stop one he removes your arms from his neck in order to help you slip the coat off your shoulders. standing up for a moment to untie your scarf and tuck his head into the crook of your neck to pepper a few smooches on the exposed skin where your shirt slipped from the friction of your coat being dragged off.

"you okay bunny?" you whisper, worried he skipped class for more than just an extra couple hours of sleep.

"never been better," he says genuinely and you can hear the smile on his face as his breath raises goosebumps near your spine and upper arms.

he sighs as he removes himself, he seems almost annoyed that he has to be apart from you for even a moment, as he helps you slip off your shoes and rests you against his pillows.

once he has you on the mattress he hikes up his sweatpants before tugging you down a bit by your bare ankles. he moves you a bit lower, allowing himself to rest all his weight on your chest, wrapping his buff arms around your hips. immediately closing his eyes and absentmindedly reaching for your arms. once found, he tugs your wrists yet again and not so subtly drapes your left arm over the top of his shoulder blades.

the skin is unbelievably soft and warm, and you can't help but instinctively begin scratching lightly against his thick, broad shoulders, trailing your nails down the middle of his back, reaching towards the band of his boxers.

you trace all the way back up to trace a heart over his left shoulder blade. you sensed how his pulse sped up and a smile take over his face, as the feeling of his cheekbones poking your sternum became more prominent.

right after, you feel him deeply exhale, as though he's needed this more than you know, but was too afraid to use words.

his grip around you tightens and you take this as an opportunity to crane you neck down and return the favor of peppering kisses near the top of his spine.

feeling him relax over your body is better than attending art history class for. sure.

[anemptypuddingcup]

Just visiting. Portgas D. Ace. (Or Fire Fist Ace✨)

Contains; BlackFem!Reader. Ace is alive y’all- (at least in this fic) Ace visiting Reader after a few years. Reader and Ace being distant lovers- good amount of begging. Ace being impatient. Baby girl Ace✨ Rough-ish makeup sex.

You sat there on the couch by the door for over two hours. After hearing about his return how can you sit still? You were excited, so hype to finally see Ace after half a decade of him traveling and such. You remembered when Luffy had stopped by one time telling you that he had seen Ace around during that time and that you were probably gonna see him next. So you obviously couldn’t sit down from the good news from his own younger brother.

You made sure to clean up your home and make everything look tidy before he had came around, you couldn’t even sleep from the excitement of Ace visiting. By the time there was a knock on the door, you had actually fell asleep on the couch out of tiredness. “Oi! Anyone there!?” Ace called out as he knocked onto the door. You jump up, startled from the knocking on the front door. As you hear Ace’s voice you immediately jump up from the couch and rush over to the door. You unlock the door and open it to see his flashy smile beaming at you.

“Ace! I’m so happy to see you!” You beamed, hugging him tightly. Ace could and smile and blush at your affection. “I heard you were visiting so I made sure to clean up and all so it wouldn’t look so messy.” You sighed, yawning from how tired you still were. “You look like you just woke up, you sure you aren’t tired from all that?” He asked, walking into the house with you. You rubbed you eyes and look away from him, trying to keep your sleepiness hidden. “No- M’not tired.” You lied, a yawn following after. Ace lets out a chuckle and flops onto the couch. “You don’t gotta hide it, I know you’re tired ________.” Ace says, getting comfortable on the couch.

“Well M’not going back to sleep. I missed you and I wanna spend as much time with you as I can..” You huff, scratching your head. Ace stares down at you intently causing you to look up at him. “Ace? Ace, you okay?” You called out, grabbing his attention. Ace blinks a bit and laughs nervously. “Sorry I zoned out for a bit. I didn’t think you missed me that much..” He smiled. You smile at him and hug him again. “Of course I miss you so much, I haven’t seen you in years.” You say, adding emphasis.

Ace chuckles and wrap his arms around you, burying his face deep into your neck. You blush deeply and hug him tighter, happy to be deep in his warm embrace. “I miss you…I miss you so much..” You whimper, unable to let go of him. “I miss you too…I’m sorry I left you behind.” He apologized. “You did it for a good cause Ace…” You forgave him. Ace presses a kiss to you neck, making you let out a little moan. “Can you…can you let me touch you..? I wanna feel you again.” Ace whispers, his hands trailing up your back. “Yes, yes of course you can~” You gasp as you feel his hands trail to your sides. Ace begins to feel all over your upper body, sliding his hands past and into your bra. You let out a small gasp as you feel the rough skin of his palms rub against your nipples.

“A-Ace~” You moan as you feel his hands trail over your soft skin. You bite your finger as Ace begins to unclasp your bra. He throws the bra onto the floor and begins to press smooches against the valley of your breasts. “Miss you and your touch so much~” You whimper as Ace trails kisses down your body. “I. miss. you. too.” He said within each kiss he pressed against your body. You feel the heat rise in his fingers tips and his lips, indicating that he was becoming less controlled and more anxious to touch you. He stops at your lower tummy and looks up at you, his face showing off a bit of nervousness.

You nod, giving him permission to go further down your body. He unbuttons your jeans and slowly peels them off your lower body, revealing your pretty panties. Ace kisses your clit through your panties making you let out an abrupt gasp from the pleasure. He moans softly as he stops kissing your clit and instead just pulls your panties off. He suckles on your clit and slides two digits into you. You lay your hand onto his head as you began to praise him and whisper out how good he had you feel. Ace looks up at you with glossy lust-filled eyes and grabs your hips tightly to pull your pussy farther onto tongue and fingers . You whimper as you feel yourself growing close, the pleasure making you grip Ace’s hair a bit tight. “Ace! A-Ace M’close~” You moaned, trying your best to keep your composure.

Hearing your words makes Ace stop and remove his fingers from you, making you whine out in displeasure. “No! No please don’t stop!~ I was so close..” You whined. Ace smiles as he slid his slick-covered fingers against your entrance. “If you wanna cum, you gotta beg for it~” Ace said as he continued to tease your entrance with his fingers. “Ace please-“ You huffed. “Pleaseee? Do it for me~” Ace begged. (Ironic how he’s just begging for you to beg for him.) You whimper and obeyed, unable to be patient anymore. “Please I wanna cum, just let me cum Ace please!~” You begged, finally wanting sweet release. Ace smiles and slides his fingers back into you making you let out an abrupt moan. He thrusts his finger in and out of your needy hole, pushing his fingertips harshly against your g-spot. “O-OH GOD!~ A-ACE!~” That was the final push to send you over the edge as you cum all over his hand with a gasp.

Ace breathes heavily as he grows hard from watching you cum. He plants a kiss onto your lips as he removes his fingers from your cunt again. He slides his fingers against his tongue before sucking all of you essence off of them. “Fuck I missed the way you taste…” Ace moans. You were still taking deep breaths to recover from your last orgasm, but Ace was growing impatient. He needed you and he needed to be inside of you immediately. Ace slowly pulls his hard cock out of his shorts and places it against your soaking entrance, making you moan from how sensitive you were.

“Baby I’m sorry, I can’t wait any longer. I need to be inside of you..” Ace breathed desperately. He slowly begins to push inside of you, leaving you unable to recover quick enough. “Ace, hold on~” You gasp loudly as he shoves all of himself inside of you, making you feel the pain of him stretching you out. You couldn’t even adjust to his length due to him being impatient. “Ooh you’re so tight~ Tighter than I remembered~” He moans as he begins to thrust into you hungrily. You let out a moan of pain and pleasure as Ace fucks you so desperately, he lifts your legs onto his shoulders to fuck you at a deeper angle while you cried out for him. “Fuck~ I-It feels so fucking good~” You cry out followed by you gasping out for a bit of air. “I missed you, I missed you and this fucking pussy so badly~” Ace’s moans were full of desperation.

You wrap your arms around him as he begins to speed up, enjoying the wonderful feeling of his cock massaging your gummy walls and hitting your cervix. Ace hisses as he feels you tighten up around him while you began to feel him warm up inside of you. “A-Ace slow down~ Y-You’re heating up~” You moaned. You didn’t want him to get too hot but you couldn’t sit there and act like you weren’t enjoying him warming up more inside of you. Ace whines as he speeds up even more, which makes you cry out even more from the stimulation. “I-I can’t~ F-Fuck I can’t~” He whimpers as he wraps his arms around your body. Ace pressed sloppy kisses onto your chest while both you and him grew so close to cumming. “Baby~ Baby can I cum inside of you, can I please cum inside of you?” Ace begged as his thrusts grew more harder and harsh against your cervix. You couldn’t even process out any words as struggled to get your answer out from the overstimulation. You wrap your legs tightly around his waist to prevent him for pulling out, allowing him to cum inside of you.

Ace gives a sloppy kiss before picking you up off of the couch to go at an even better angle for both you and him. Tears began to brew at your eyes as Ace overstimulates you even more. “A-Acee~ M-M’g-gonna c-cummm~” You slur out as you felt that coil deep in your tummy tighten up too far. “Yes! Yes! Cum for me baby, fucking cum for me~” Ace demanded as he embraced your body tightly. You writhe around in his grasp before that coil finally snaps inside of you, allowing you to finally cum. “O-OHH~ S’COMINGGG~ S’COMING OUT!~” Your walls tighten around Ace’s cock and you throw your head back onto Ace’s shoulder as you squirt out onto the carpet below you both. Ace moans and lets out a little laugh and he spurts his seed deep inside of you, filling you up while a bit wastes out onto the carpet.

Ace flops onto the couch unable to stand up any longer on his shaky legs. You let out another moan as you feel his cock go a bit deeper into you, a little accident. Ace peppers kisses onto your shaking body as you breathe heavily against him. Tears steams down your face from the overstimulation while Ace comforts your shivering body with his warmth. “I miss you…I miss you so much baby~” He coos, hugging your body tightly before whispering apologies for overstimulating you. “I-I mish you tooo~ ish okayyy~” You slur happily as a pleased smile spreads across your face. “Do you need anything or want anything?” He asked, worried that he went too far over the edge. You shook your head, only wanting his time and touch. “O-Only you~” You say shakily. Ace nods and keeps you within his embrace, peppering kisses onto your shoulder.

If only he wasn’t visiting, you wouldn’t mind him overstimulating you all the time.

A/N; ahahah writing this fic definitely had me hot. Okay I’ll stop. I did enjoy writing this so I hope you enjoy reading it!

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Who Let Vampires Run Rock n' Roll?! Part 2!

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Trying this again because there's a dumb 4096 word limit. There's gonna be blood and biting. Plenty of intimacy too.

Part One.

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A little under 1,000 words.

It's Mai, not Mia. No matter how many times I misspelled it. 😭

Happy reading!

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I ran out of the venue as soon as the concert was over, avoiding any enthusiastic yet envious crowd members who were oh-so-enthralled by the little performance I put on with the band’s lead. 

I hid behind a wall that’s part of the labyrinth they call a parking lot.

He BIT me!! In front of all those people! Why?!

The heat in my face escalated as I envisioned that scene. And those little glances and winks he would sneak at me afterward. And him holding me…

I shake my head and slap my cheeks twice. 

No, I gotta stay calm. Stay calm and find my car so that I can get outta here…

Following the faded-out signs that lead to the higher floors, I feel as though my legs might collapse before I even make it to the car. Exhaustion weighed on me as if it was a truck tire on my shoulders. 

My desire to go home and sleep was much stronger than my desire to lay down on a concrete ground to rest(and possibly get run over). I continued to walk until I finally found my car. I unlocked it and went inside, closing the door behind with a thud that echoed throughout the whole place.

I attach my Alistair keychain to my keys, turn on the car, and drive out of the parking lot. 

My bed and I shall be reunited like lost lovers.

•••

A melody plays from afar, waking me up. The sunlight hitting my face tells me that I should’ve been awake a long time ago. I get out of bed with a slouch as I rub my eyes, not fully alert just yet. 

I walk over to my dresser, correcting a fallen shirt strap before grabbing my phone. Mai’s photo lights up as the song plays.

She’s calling me now? She never calls me this early…

I answer the call.

“Hello,” I say in a groggy voice before being interrupted.

“AAAHH OH MY GOD, GIRLIE!! OH MY GOD,” she screamed, brutally murdering my sleepiness.

“Whoa, whoa, calm down, I just woke up,” I said. “What’s going on?”

“What’s going on? WHAT’S GOING ON??? How can you have that happen to you and NOT remember?!”

Oh.

“Well, about that,” I start.

“HE KISSED YOU,” Mai cut me off again, overly excited for me. “See, I TOLD he would! I’m so happy for you, girlie! Happy and jealous, like-AAH, you’re so lucky! I would kill to get that!”

“Wait, wait, wait,” I said again, curbing her enthusiasm. “How’d you know that? I didn’t send you that video last night.”

Also, he did NOT kiss me. Most kisses don’t involve a direct chomp to the throat.

“Somebody recorded it and posted it online,” Mai responded in a calmer tone. “When I woke up, it was in my recommended and I had to see it for myself.”

“Oh my God…”

I move the phone away, placing my face in the sanctuary of the palm of my hand. I bring it back, with an idea in mind.

“Could you please send it to me,” I ask. “There’s something I wanna see again.”

Mai giggled on the other line.

“Sure!”

‘“Mai(Bestie ❤ ️ ❤ ️) has sent ‘1’ attachment.”’

I clicked on the notification to see the video-- “Lucien Kissed a Girl and He Liked It!!”

Oh brother…

I look at the current view count- 100k views?! I thought Crimson Nocturne was a small band. 

“I’m going to watch the video, I’ll call you back, Mai.”

“Okay,” Mai said. “But you better tell me how the concert was later!”

“I will, see you later!”

“See you!”

She hung up, and with that, I tapped on the video to play it.

The video started with Lucien screaming while the band played. Of course, I’m there in his arms, looking a little shy. 

Soon, they went to the breakdown when Lucien whispered to me. 

I nodded like the fool I was and then…

Smooch?!

Instead of the bite, it showed him kissing me directly on the lips and the crowd going crazy. 

What?

I slow down the video to 0.25x to take another look at it. I refuse to believe that he committed such an act.

Even when it was slowed down, I couldn’t hide from the un-truth. His lips just slowly met mine. 

It’s too good-looking to have been edited in. It’s too natural to have been slapped on with artificial intelligence…but how?

How did they fake a kiss?!

I looked into the comment section to see if anybody else remembered it differently.

“omg i’m so jealous 😭it should’ve been meee”

“We got Lucien making out with a girl before a certain sixth installment of a popular game.”

“Ooh Lysander was gawking at them!!”

The rest of the comments were of similar caliber except for one, which has been severely disliked.

“There’s no way this was a kiss. This whole band is weird and we should take action by looking into them further.”

It’s different…but there’s no real proof that they saw the bite. 

Did I somehow hallucinate the bite? Was the piercing of his fangs as they entered my throat just a figment of my imagination? Maybe the sound of my blood, my life source, being swallowed by him was just the wind? 

It can’t be. Yet at the same time, it seems like the most plausible thing to believe in. 

I mean, people would call me crazy if I said otherwise. 

I will post part three RIGHT after this is posted! Gaah!

[yttsimp]

I'm in a Joe mood and I went nuts with these, btw I'm gonna try clearing out the askbox tomorrow, sorry I took so long to get around to it

Random Joe headcanons

Flavor: Joe Tazuna x gn!reader

Warnings: brief mention of food-related issues, not proofread at all

Headcanons under the cut v

Listen, we all hear the jokes about how Joe is a dogboy, and it might as well be true.

He's extremely loyal to you, always wanting your attention, and always wanting to do things with you.

Seriously, he will follow you to the ends of the earth if he is able to. You are his favorite person and he wants to be by you all the time!!!

He likes taking you out to eat!! He'll never bring you anywhere fancy since those places make him anxious but he'll often take you to cafés and food joints.

He will NOT have you eating too little. He wants you to be happy and healthy after all.

KISS HIMMMMM!!! He loves kisses!!! He loves them so much!!!

On the lips, cheek, head, neck, hand, back, wherever, just kiss him please, he adores it.

He leans on you a lot when he's sleepy. It's not uncommon for him to doze off on your shoulder.

Unless you're not fond of PDA, he will always be holding your hand. Always.

He loves physical affection, it's his love language.

Oh yes, by the way, did you know he has a sensitive spot right on the back of his neck?

Kiss him there and he will hit his head on the ceiling from how high he'll jump

Tease him. It's so worth it.

Whenever you tease him about anything he gets so huffy and pouty and it's so god damn adorable

He's a bit sensitive though so try not to tease him about anything personal, he will get upset if you do

But god, teasing him is so rewarding when he starts pouting, he gets such an adorable look on his face

Oh, but don't think you're spared from his teasing, oh nonono

He will tease you as payback

But also because he likes seeing you pout as well

He absolutely LOVES to lay his head in your lap, it's so comforting to him

And if you pet him while he's resting there you will send him to cloud nine

Oh yeah, he loves being pet

He'll lean into your hand as you do it kinda like a cat

When he's had a long day he much enjoys just coming home to you and falling into your arms

He'll drop all his stuff at the door and groan loudly and dramatically as he slumps over to you and collapses onto you

Drag him over to the couch and lay with him for a nap, he'll appreciate it

The second he hits that couch with you, he is OUT

He snores. Not loud, but he snores.

If you wanna hear him make some adorable noises in his sleep, pet his head.

He'll make these tiny, almost inaudible little whines that are so god damn cute

And he will wake up in a significantly better mood

Listen. You wanna make this boy melt? Hold his face in your hands and massage his temples. He will die of love.

Give him some kisses as well and it'll send him straight to heaven.

He's SO WARM. It makes it amazing to cuddle with him.

This guy is so god damn soft and warm, the perfect snuggle buddy

He's the little spoon, he just loves how comforting your arms are around him

He loves to just lay on top of you and bury his face in your neck

It makes him feel so warm and secure being enveloped in your arms

That being said, he doesn't mind being the big spoon either

He also enjoys using you as his personal teddy bear!

He's got an iron grip, so be prepared to remain trapped in his arms for as long as he wants

He's got some very soft lips in case you needed more reasons to kiss him

He's a huge fan of light and fleeting kisses, ones that leave him wanting more

He also completely melts when you bury your face into his cheek and kiss him there

Oh yeah, he loves cheek kisses a lot

It's his favorite place to be smooched!!

And he also loves to kiss your cheek!

Istg you can't go an hour without him giving you a smooch on your cheek

Btw, just saying, if you really wanna get under his skin, call him your little dogboy

He will call you mean and pout big time and it's adorable, he'll also have a huge blush on his face as well

But honestly, who could blame you? He always follows you around and seeks your attention just like a dog

He's so cute istg

[6azia]

𝔒𝔠 |ℜ𝔬𝔬𝔪𝔪𝔞𝔱𝔢𝔰

Warnings: Drunk Sex, Somnophilia, Noncon, Homophobia

Basically, your Roommate drank too much and had his ways with you while you are asleep

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You were studying for an exam late at night. You heard a knock at the door, 'who could that be?' you mumbled. When you open the door, someone quickly falls into your arms..the scent of alcohol stenches your nose. You realize the person was...Kenzo, but all drunk. He was always drunk!

"Oh..hey Zack." He mumbled, with a smirk on his face. "I can make that frown upside down..~"

“Drink some water” You commented lifted him up and put him on the couch. Kenzo chuckled, then sighed.

"I'm fine…" He says, as the alcohol made him slur his words. "I just have this cute little idea, you know~" He smiles at you, and suddenly goes in for a kiss.

“Back off fag-” You pushed his head away “-stay here I’m bringing you water”

"That's kind of homophobic, you know~" Kenzo frowned, then smiled at you as he grabbed your wrist and pulled you close and you fell into his lap. "What's wrong with a little smooch?" He giggled, his breath smelled like alcohol. He was most likely very heavily drunk.

“Maybe when you’re sober,” You said so he let you be for now. He didn't seem satisfied with your answer. He pulled you closer to him and pinned you under him on the couch. He's really close to you. He still reeks, and your heads start to get dizzy.

"Oh, come on~" He smirks down at you, putting both hands on your cheeks. "No need to be too serious."

“Man, I’m gonna punch you if you don’t let me be” You warned, knowing you’re stronger.

"Punch me?~ Oh, don't threaten me with a good time~" He giggled, as he put both hands around your waist. "I feel like you're into it, you know~" He said, in a flirty voice as he looked deeply into your eyes.

You flipped yourself and him around and pinned his hand above his head “Listen here you little shit, it’s fucking 11 pm, I’m not in a mood of you annoying me. D’you understand?” You growled in a deep voice, not having the patience today.

He looked surprised by your tread, as he looked at you with his eyebrows raised.

"Oh..you're not in the mood." He chuckled."How about we get you in the mood, huh?" He said, with a smile on his face as he looked at you. Kenzo was drunk, so he probably didn't realize how this was sounding to you.

“I give up” You sighed and stood up “You stay here, k?” You disappeared into the kitchen and came back with a glass of cold water and a paracetamol. As you got in, Kenzo was still lying there and blushing madly, looking up at the ceiling. He blushed slightly as he heard you walking back into the room and turned back to you.

"Did you get me water..?" He asked, with a soft voice, almost looking tired. He looked so sleepy and it's honestly adorable. You hummed and gave it to him

Kenzo drank the water, nodding in appreciation. He put the cup down and looked at you.

"You're really good-looking, you know.." He mumbled, as he laid back down and put his hand under his head. He was probably starting to get tired..but he was also drunk, which isn’t the best combination.

You ignored his comment and sat on the couch on the other side and took your phone out

Kenzo stared at your phone screen, wondering what you were doing. He was a bit too drunk to realize that he was being annoying and making you uncomfortable.

"Don't ignore me, Zack~" He pouts, winking at you while his eyes are slightly closed.

“Go sleep or something,” You said and turned on your phone.

Kenzo got up from the couch, still being quite wobbly. He was trying to be funny by trying to walk over to you.

"I won't sleep until I get a little smooch~" He giggled, and put his hand behind your head, trying to pull you in to kiss you.

"You're not even looking at me!" He scoffed.

“Tomorrow okay?” You fake promised

"No! Now!" He blurted out, as he still tried to pull you in for a kiss. "Don't you care about me..?~" He pouted.

You looked him in the eyes with an unimpressed look.

Kenzo finally realized your expression and suddenly stopped, then went silent. He walked back over to the couch, and fell back down on it.

"You're no fun.." He mumbled, looking away and putting his hand behind his head. He looked a bit disappointed.

“You say it like it’s something new” You chuckled and stood up “Ey I don’t know about you but I’m gonna go sleep” You went into your rooms and closed your door.

"Oh..okay.." He mumbled, as he laid back down on the couch. Kenzo wanted to keep bothering you, but decided that it's better if he just leaves you alone.

It's getting pretty late, around 2 a.m. Should you keep trying to study..or go to sleep? You lay in bed, as the alcohol already had it's effect on Kenzo so he was passed out on the couch. He was still smiling and mumbling things that were probably about you. It looks like you will be able to get some sleep.

You were really tired, so you thought that it was best to just go straight to bed and sleep. You changed into boxer shorts and lay . You're just about to fall asleep when you hear some noises coming from the kitchen.

Should you go check out the sound..? Or stay in bed and hope it stops?

You were too tired so you fell asleep.

**4 am.**

There is a loud banging on your door. Kenzo was there, still drunk. He kept banging on your door.

"Wake up~" He said, very loudly, as the banging noises were still going on.

Kenzo kept banging on your door..it seems like he's very persistent on you opening the door.

"Zack! It's important!!" He yelled through the door, while banging on it.

After several minutes of you ignoring Kenzo and his persistent knocking, he finally realized that the door was open and the banging noise stopped. He quickly peeked his head inside your room, as soon as he realized your door was open.

"Dude..you're so mean. I've been knocking on your door for like hours and you just ignore me? I had something important to say to you." He said, in an annoyed voice.

But then he heard a soft snoring. Looking surprised down and he saw you still peacefully asleep. "What? How is he still asleep..?" He thought out loud, surprised. Kenzo was just about to leave your room, but he noticed that you looked really cute. He looked a little bit down at you, as he thought.

The longer he stayed the more his thoughts wandered into the wrong places.

You start to move around in your sleep so you are laying with all your beauty in front of Kenzo. He saw how you were lying on your back, slightly frowning. He looked into your face, thinking how you are too beautiful to have such an expression on such face. With a cloudy mind, he starts to lean in. Before he could kiss you, he halted, afraid to wake you up. But after some thinking, he remembers that you are a very heavy sleeper.

So he leaned in and connected his lips with you. It felt so surreal to be able to do something like this with you, even if you are asleep.

After the small peak, he pulled away and studied your face with unfocused eyes. Kenzo saw how your expectations changed to a neutral one, perhaps even somewhat happy. He sighed out and leaned forward watching you asleep.

His eyes slowly wander down your body. With the blanked being kicked off he had a full view of your body. One hand starts to ghost it’s self to your left pec and slightly squeezing it. It pulled an unsuspected moan from you that surprised Kenzo. He pulled his hand fast away, fearing that he wake you up.

But seeing your reaction made him laugh. In your sleep, you pushed your chest up and frowned at the loss of contact and a quiet whine could be heard.

Leaning down he kissed you behind your ear and nuzzled his nose into your hair. “Aww who is the fag now?” He mockingly whispered into your ear and squeezed your pec again.

He really can’t believe his luck. Chuckling he starts to kiss down your neck and bite slightly at your Adam's apple. He starts to go more down till he arrives at your chest. Stopping here he took a minute to look at your defined pecs. They were so beautifully big and soft, that he wished he could fall asleep on them.

Kenzo gave it another kiss and took it into his mouth, his warm tongue immediately started to play with your nipple. At the same time, your moans got louder at that warm feeling. You slowly start to grind up into him. Kenzo could feel your dick start to harden and moan, which sends vibrations into your chest and you moaned while buckling your hips up into Kenzos abs, cumming into your boxers.

Kenzo latched himself off your chest and squeezed it again. Slowly he went further down, kissing every ab, till he got to your waistband.

He leaned down and kissed the wet spot at the front. You tried to pull away, feeling overwhelmed with the unknown pleasure. He held your hips down, getting impatient. He slowly pulled your boxers down, seeing your cum sticking to the briefs. Kenzo leans in and laps two or three times over it moaning at the taste.

He pulled it down and let your 6.5-inch dick slap him on the face. He looked up at you checking if you were still sleeping.

Kenzo crawled up, not thinking about all the consequences, seemingly lost in the moment and smell of sex. He took your half-hard dick and lined it up. He slowly pushed down, balling his fist on your chest.

Kenzos blood turned cold as he felt hands on his hips. Looking down at you he thought about the worst-case scenario of you being awake but looking down he still sees your peaceful gaze. Breathing out he leisurely starts to bounce on your dick.

Throwing his head back he felt your cock hitting all the right places. It filled him up so well as if it’s molded after him.

After a firm trust from you, Kenzo had the most mind-blowing orgasm. The combination of his ‘friend’, alcohol, and doing something so forbidden really gave him the kick.

As the white fluid painted his shirt, he got unbelievably tired. His heart aches for after-sex cuddles with some whine and cigarettes with you…

Kissing each other while watching some movie and keeping each other company.

Oh, how he wishes you took his love confessions seriously.

He looked down at you again with tears building up in his eyes. There are too many emotions he feels about you. Like he doesn’t want to go from your side even though it’s nearly 5 a.m. so you would wake up if he stayed any longer.

Squeezing your cock one last time, he slipped it out and put your boxers on again. As he went out of the room he cringed at the feeling of the cum getting out of his hole so soon but never less he got back into his room with surprisingly little stumbling.

**11 am**

You woke up very late for your standards today and are surprisingly more tired than before. You realize you must have had an intense dream about Kenzo. You could even feel the tingling on some spots he kissed you in your dream.

You rolled out of your bed and went to the kitchen, too tired to change. Surprisingly you saw Kenzo there too. He was sipping on hopefully water and reading some book he found lying around “Good morning beauty. You look like you had the best sleep of your life” He said in a mocking voice. You grumbled about how it felt as if you did an all-nighter instead of sleeping.

He chuckled and had a light blush on his face, remembering only half of the night.

But it is at least something. It is funny to Kenzo that you didn’t even realize a thing.

[wh1sp3rr]

sickly sweet romance of u & jay

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“jay,” you softly say.

your legs are stretched long on the soft beige duvet cover, blanket pulled up to jason’s chest, it riding just by your waist with you sat up straight. you look out the window, prickly raindrops sound as they hit the double panned glass, moonlight bathing your skin blue.

he’s breathing softly, body facing you so you watch the gentle rise and fall of his chest as his eyes stay shut in rest. he doesn’t hear you yet the sleepy sight of him makes you warm inside: hot and in love. you bite the inner part of your bottom lip and rake your fingers through his hair so to rouse him, he always did like when you did that. “jason.” you whisper shout, a little more playful than before and stroke his jawline quickly from ear to chin.

“mm?” he monosyllabically hums, still half-asleep. his mouth hardly moves but his eyebrows curiously wrinkle.

you drop down to his level and watch him like a puppy, eyes big and pupils wide, you just have to kiss his nose. “come on, baby. wake upp,” you slightly whine.

he doesn’t answer but smacks his lips a little and his entire expression creases briefly then reverts back to his sleepy, frozen self. he reaches for your face, feels around to grab your cheek since he refuses to open his eyes and awake from sleep, and cups your cheek. you smile, knowing this was his way of letting you know he was listening, even if he maybe wasn’t. you kiss his inner palm: the fatty part below his thumb— peck his wrist and then slide on top of him, kissing his cheek and his temple and near his eyes and by his jaw but not his lips, not yet.

with each kiss jason gains a little bit more consciousness, a little more happier and charmed by your excessive showering of affection he so tenderly loves. he groans, breathes out deeply and plants his hands on your hips, eyes squinting open, “alright. you’ve got my attention now.” he announces.

you smile and giggle, “so you’ll only listen to me if i’m kissing you?” your laugh reverberates through the thin cotton of your top into jason’s chest—deep in his bones, with your hearts only layers of skin, flesh and muscle away from touching.

he shakes the insinuation off, “nah baby, it’s not even like that.” he wraps his arms around your waist, belts them up real tight and pulls you in—hugs and rests in the little crook of your neck, breathes in the foggy remnants of today’s earlier perfume, kisses your cheek. loud smooch. “just tired.” he stays nestled in that tiny space by your neck.

you pout. want to whine at the fact that jay’s defo not gonna wake up and you’ll have to go do something on your own. you get that sleep is important to him and whatever it is that he does that requires him to come home absurdly late smelling a lot like blood and cigarettes but still it was only midnight on a friday, basically 8pm on any other day.

“you smell nice,” his lips tickle your neck and you shyly half-smile at the compliment.

“thank you.” softly you say.

“why you still up? you ain’t tired yet?” he asks, lips tickling your neck more.

“jason,” you whine a bit, roll your eyes too, even in the thick bluey darkness, “it’s only midnight. i’m surprised you even went to bed.”

“i’m tired, honey.” he rubs his face into your crook like a sleepy child, “and it was a slow night tonight. figured i deserved a break.” you can feel him slightly move his hands whilst he talks, nod a small yes to yourself even though you still weren’t quite sure what it was that he did.

“i still don’t really get what your job is.” you state, wanting him to elaborate.

he strokes your hair and gently says, “later, baby. later.”

you pout.

“don’t pout.”

you drop your jaw and pull back to see his face, “how’d you know i was doing that?”

“cuz i know my girl.” you smile down bashfully: sincerely. he picks your head up by kissing you. sweetly at first but, like always, a little nippy and sort of wild.

he pulls away before anything escalates and his voice sort of drops to this low, honeyed kind of hum, “you know i trust you with my life, right?” he cups your face.

you smile and hold the hand that’s on your cheek and kiss it as confirmation, “and you with mine.” you retaliate, a little hopeful for if he’ll finally share his secret with you. he rubs his thumb, a soft movement on your cheekbone.

“the shit i do—what i do…it’s not safe or i guess you could say, not conventional.” he searches between your eyes for any sort of understanding, hoping you get his meaning.

“i figured.” you calmly respond. “so what is it?” you push him.

he sighs. or maybe groans. whatever it was, he quickly looks down with such a look of torn you’d never seen. it makes you worry a bit—startle you. you had prepared for the worst: hitman, supplier, even a villain’s ally, training yourself to being accepting given if it were someone with fairer moral value. maybe someone like poison ivy or…

“red hood.” he dissyllabically says, with no real discernible tone, though he looks straight ahead at you and stares.

“is…” you wanna ask him if that’s who he works for but if there’s anything the people of gotham know, it’s that the red hood works alone. so you swallow that obsolete question and instead present with: “i kind of already knew.”

he looks up at you, wide eyed and ready to hear more.

“well i didn’t know know, i just knew that it was something ‘unconventional’. i was pretty convinced you were a hitman, it always made sense to me that’d if given the opportunity you’d be a good shot.” you flirt sweetly but still genuine. jay smiles softly, his eyes grow curious, his head somewhat tilted.

“what gave it away?”

you point at the few bits of dirty laundry behind him thrown over a chair, “you come in with a lot of blood.”

his mouth forms an ‘o’ shape and he even makes the expressions the brows as if he’s said it, but no sound comes out.

you see it as an opportunity to kiss him, gently let him know you’re still there, and to not let him drift off into despair. “i’m glad you told me.

he takes your hand and places it flat on his chest, palm desperately close to his heart: it drums. “thought you’d dump me.”

you smile and kiss his nose, “not a chance.”

a silence briefly erupts and the two of you just stare at each other, moonlight glazing each one of your doubled reflections in the other’s pair of eyes: an utter warmth of transparency and trust and bond that’ll never grow old.

“i…” you start, jason’s ears immediately prick up, attentive to hear anything you’ll say. “are you still sleepy?”

benignly: “less now.” he pauses, “why? what do you wanna do?”

“just talk,” the duvet cover’s fabric echoes as you move to slide your arm down, propping yourself up with your upright elbow, chin in palm. “tell me about one of your days.” you slowly blink, madly in love.

“when i’m out fighting?” he asks, heart swelling at how loving you’re being, someday he’ll marry you he thinks.

“anything.” you slow, gentle voice lulls.

his thumb trills your knuckles back and forth before he begins: “alright.”

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[sivyera]

Electric Touch│Cillian Murphy

PAIRING: Cillian Murphy x reader

WARNINGS: bad grammar, none

CONTAINS: fluff

SONG: Helium - Sia

' I'm home!' you called to a dark house. No one answered. That was weird, usually when Cillian hear the sound of keys unlocking the main door he ran to you to hug and kiss you.

That means he isn't home. Cillian is a busy man but he's always the first one home. You decided to check your phone If he doesn't left you a message. And he did.

'Hello love, I'm very sorry but I'm gonna be late tonight. We have still so much work to do on the set. Don't wait for me with dinner I already ate something here and go to sleep you need a rest. Love you, Cillian!' You read.

You smiled and replied. He is right, you're very tired. Currently you're working on new movie. In the movie is lot of action so it makes sense that you'll be tired.

You wanted to jump into yours and Cillians shared bed but you were still sweaty and with make-up. So you started making your way into the bathroom.

You decided to take a shower because you were little afraid that you would eventually fall asleep at the bathtub. It was very quick shower but you completely clean yourself.

You put on your pyjama and started going to the bedroom. You also ate at the set. If Cillian found out you didn't ate a dinner because you were tired he will understand but he will also be angry. Your mental and physical health is important to him.

You put your phone on the charger, turn off the lamp and finally laid down on the bed. You let out a big sigh. You started thinking If you don't have to wait for him. He always wait for you so why can't you wait for him to get home.

But your body was much smarter then you and fall asleep immediately.

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The sunshine was laying on your face through the big french window you have in the bedroom. You also can smell the fresh air. You started slowly open your sleepy eyes. When you fully opened them you saw Cillians sleeping face.

He look so cute when he sleep. His hands was around my waist. It was little tight. You place a little smooch kiss on his forehead and carefully not to wake him up started getting up.

You yawn and stretch a little. You decide to not wake him up because you didn't know when he came home. It could be around 2 or 4 a.m. That was very late.

You make your way into the kitchen. When you get here you decided to make a breakfast. You started making blueberry pancakes. How cliche I know. But Cillian love your blueberry pancakes so why not.

You were mixing the ingredients together when you felt two hands sneaking around your waist. You already knew it was Cillian. His touch was electric but in a good way. He placed a soft kiss on your neck to make you giggle. He knew you were ticklish here. He kissed you again and again. You started giggle a little.

That was the reaction he was looking for. Your laugh. That was the best sound for him.

'Good morning baby, did you sleep well?' you asked.

'Mine.' he purred.

'Huh?'

'I said MINE.' he repeated.

'Oh I know that baby. I'm all yours.' you chuckled.

'All mine.' he whispered into your ear. 'To answer to your question yes a sleep well.'

'I'm glad you did but-' you were cut off.

'You're making blueberry pancakes?! God I love them.' he said.

'I know that's why I'm making them.'

'I love you so so so much you know that?' he replied.

You smiled and continue cooking. Cillian was still hugging you from behing and looking at you. He also starter hummimg and swinging a little. Such a lovely way to start a day.

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Can you write overprotective long hair harry imagine?? Like he always hovers the reader when she is doing something or even nothing. Or when she needs to run errands he always go with even though its not required. And when reader fell sick he is full on mommy daddy mode dom!h vibes

A/N: OOPS I GOT EXCITED AND WENT OVERBOARD WITH IT :D

Harry’s awfully sweet. He’s a literal sweetheart with those marble sepia eyes, hazelnut curls and that big golden kind heart of his's.

But, to people he’s intimidating. From the black loiter of tattoos, a silver of piercing to the corner of his plush bottom lip and those long curls of his's that frays his broad strong shoulders turns everyone too giddy to talk to him and he's okay with that – bunch of loosers anyways whom he doesn’t want to waste his time on chit-chatting.

Then Y/N came into his life and his world flipped upside down, in a beautiful way (where he felt like floating into the crashing waves of crystal sea). It felt like she made him see the world through pink heart-shaped glasses and everyone’s just bursting into rainbows, puffaw! Boom! Their heads blasting with colourful confetti and ribbons.

Even though his slight grouchiness towards people lessened he still doesn’t gives two fucks before punching the shit out of someone if they in any way hurts, be rude and try to take physical and emotional advantage of, Y/N.

His bunny.

He’s too protective of her. And why wouldn’t he? She’s his everything. His little miracle and his hype-person, his lovie.

He’s the softest peach for her. The guy who walks and everyone scrambles away to give him a way, is whipped for his girlfriend.

He’s always having his strong arm looped around her waist when they’re out and walking, going to hold her hands instead if she’s too wiggly, keeping her close to his chest while he holds their coffees and sweets.

Whenever they’re doing grocery he’s always wheeling the cart around how much Y/N insists and pouts, he likes it that way. Hearing her blabber and skim her eyes down the ingredients labelled on the products then tossing it anyway with a shrug – makes him want to smooch her wet in kisses.

If they’re partying out with friends. Which they rarely do, (Y/N sometimes makes fun of them saying they’re getting too domestic day by day) he’s always having her put in his lap, his screwed up expression lazing when the alcohol starts to kick in and he’s just a blubbering mess of nonsense, and a very horn dog with his cock bloating up in his tight skinny jeans.

Not that he doesn’t let her have a breather and enjoy herself. He indeed does, they’ve a healthy relationship where they keep trust and faith in eachother.

But, sometimes he gets super jealous when people steal his little girlfriend away from him and once home he’s cuddling and oodling her, kissing her face all over with loud smacks and not letting her be away from him another second even it’s too bring him water or to get rid of his smelly socks.

Other times. When he’s particularly very jealous. The serious ones where Y/N unintentionally spends a tad more time at some of her classmates to wind up their upcoming project, he’s driving himself to pick her up and knocking at the door harshly and then dragging her out of there not letting her carry her stuff and huffing and puffing while throwing her things in the backseat.

Because Jeremy’s a sore rascal who’s shit at hiding his crush for Y/N and he should know better to whom she belongs. His innocent baby is too naive towards the possible hints and evil intentions of people.

“Oi. What got into you today?” She brushes the loose curl that escaped from his bun and let her fingers slide down his tight set angry jaw staring him a bit concerned upon seeing him this furious and ruffled up from nowhere.

“You’re mine,” Is all he'd respond. Smashing his lips against hers in a an ardent kiss and glide his palm down her ass to squeeze it and bring her closer grinning when she squeals into his mouth giving him a chance to slip his tongue in and kiss her deeper and sloppier.

“You’re a silly geese.” She giggles whisper into the mess of pecks and lock her elbows around his neck to give him an eskimo kiss.

“Watch y’mouth.” He glares her intensely loving the way Y/N gulps timidly bobbing her head.

“You’ll get a spanking today,” He always likes to warn her before hand. He wants her comfortable with him in every case and it’s downgrade monstrous to treat the person you love like a mean bitch out of blue -- so whenever she deserves a punishment he already announces her of it, warming her to the idea and giving her time to back away if she doesn’t want it.

“What did I’do now!” She whines and he nibbles onto his knuckle glancing her way in disbelief other hand on steering wheel, “What did y'do?” He asks her sternly. Spreading his palm over her thigh and squeezing it grimly.

“Did y'even care to look at the time, Y/N?” Oh boy. She’s in real trouble. Her name on his tongue never fails to turn her insides gooey and pause her heartbeat horribly. A red light for her to being bratty before she falls into the deep black dig of trouble.

Reaching home. He’s throwing her on the bed and demanding her to lay still on her tummy while he puts a pillow under her and spanks her bum sore with his rings imprinting her skin pink, though he never forgets to take care of her afterwards – putting a cool cream to soothe the burn and letting her sleep on his chest so she wouldn’t come in contact with the sheets as he kneads her asscheeks with gentle hands.

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He could never have his hands to himself when she’s cooking and baking for them. Always, poking and prodding around having her head tucked under his chin, her embraced in his arms from back swaying them along to Hozier while she reads the recipe she wrote on one of the tiles.

“Stop!” She giggles, squirming in his arms when he blows raspberries against the dip of her neck and then creates growly noises biting and lapping into her skin, “You’re gonna burn our lunch!” She pressed her hips against his crotch to push him away and that warmed him more, delving his fingers more into her hips with a throaty groan.

“We could have a takeout.” His breath shuddery against her ear as he tries to pry the spatula away from her and kiss her grumpy whines down when the pots actually got burned, “I’ll wash and scratch them.” He’d assure picking her up and wrapping her legs around his hips and slipping his fingers in her hair to tug them and bring her mouth down against his’s to taste her.

“Wants to fuck you so bad, baby. My cock’s been weepy fo’ hours without your touch.” He groans, taking her hand and sneaking it inside his joggers to make her feel how stiff and erect he’s for her.

“I just gave you a blowie in the morning!”

“Blowie isn’t equivalent to fucking!”

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“What y'readin,?” He scoots closer to her end of sofa with a smirk and towers over her trying to take a peek of whatever she’s reading with such intensity and then rake his warm palms up her calves to lay them over his thighs while he snuggles her wrapping a chonky blanket around them.

“Shhh baby girl, just want you to be more comfy.” He mumbles into her hair scratching his short nails against her scalp in soothing motions and watch her melt against his touch, eyes fluttering as she lurks dangerously to the verge of sleep.

“You always do that. Whenever the hot part’s about to come, you make me all sleepy.” She mutters laying her head against his clavicles gazing him up with hazy eyes, sighing in feign disappointment when he grins down at her in quite victory and gives her a sloppy kiss.

“What do y'need erotica fo’ baby? When your man’s the living walking momentum of sex.” He pouts, grazing his teeth down her neck and leaving a fresh hickey at her throat.

“That’s infact not, true. You’re such a cutie!” She beams up at him never failing to give him dancing butterflies in his stomach and he doesn’t admits it but he likes getting treated soft and gentle by his girlfriend.

“Such a shame. My own little love doesn’t find me sexy.” He grumps dramatically making her scramble hesitantly and turn to him in their tight embrace, cradling his face in her cold palms, “No. No. I find you sexy. I just don’t like sexualising you.” If Harry didn’t turn into a puddle before he indeed did now as he melted into her touch and kissed the inside of her hands lovingly.

“You’re sucha sap!” He whispers at her in fake offence and plant his lips against hers, patting her bum to make her hug him more tightly.

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On cleaning and laundry day’s. He’s always helping her. As they scrub and mop the floors together, might fuck on them bubbly floors too if Harry’s lusty gaze remains on her spilling tits for too long.

“Thinks your floral bra needs a wash too, moppet.” His gradual attempts to lure her with his fingers stroking her thighs seductively always turns into a win when she nods shyly into his neck and let him have an easy access to her panties.

They’re always having a warm, full of essence bath together cleaning and washing the dirt off eachother after that.

Then sharing a cuppa tea while folding their clothes together on the bed and he’s always trying to tackle her into mattress when she laughs at his terribly folded clothes compared to her neatly binded ones.

“Your sucha menace,” He jests with his nose skewered up while he smacks her ass.

“Talk for yourself, Styles.” She retorts, tangling her knee around his waist and pulling him down into him. Puffing out relaxed breaths upon feeling safe and protected under his weight and Harry always smiles into the crook of her neck when she tries to cuddle him as if she wants to be his skin.

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He’s the most daddiest when she’s drunk, sick or stressed.

Never letting her go out of his sight when she’s dancing on the floor with her friends. If some man even tries to approach her and breaths in her direction he’s sprinting towards her and pawing at her hips to situate her closer to him whilst blowing those potential guys off with a monotone expression.

“Harry! Do a lil dancey dance with me!” She giggles, making him sway with her and looking up at him with glassy floaty eyes.

“Bunny. ‘s late, time to go home.” He tells her, pinching her chin to plant his lips against hers and she squirms giving him a timid smile, “Okie. But I’ve to pee.”

“Me too!” Her friends chimes from behind her and Harry rolls his eyes playfully, gesturing all of them to follow him.

“C’mon you spies, not lettin’ ya’ll go alone.”

He waits for them outside the washroom while they do their business and he has his arms always splayed open for when his lovie comes back and he’s welcoming her in his embrace warmly with a sweet smile.

Dying with fond injecting in his every vein when she slurs and blabbers, “Home.”

Walking her up the stairs of their flat’s building is the most hefty struggle while she’s a sleepy, clumsy and giggly muck of doe gleaming eyes and swollen pretty lips drooling over Harry testing his patience while he makes her take one step at a time.

“Darling, bunny, just some mo' steps lovin’.” He coos at her, putting a firm hand under her bum and heaving her up into him so she doesn’t falls.

“Mhmmm you’re so pretty, daddy.” Harry’s head snaps in surprise as he stares down at her in adoring amusement and push her head under his chin while she slings her arms around his waist lazily.

Sometimes, she gets him so flustered he doesn’t know how to respond.

She whines and cries in dishevelment when Harry makes her sit on the cold marble counter and wipes her makeup off.

“I just wan’ to sleep!” She toes at his torso trying to push him away but he grabs it and tuts, glowering at her strictly, “You’re g'na complain in the mornin’. Sleepin’ with makeup makes ye' breakout remember?” When she still huffs and slumps giving him a hard time to clean her he’s pinching her chin and giving her a gentle jerk.

“Bunny. Stop with ye' battiness.” He grunts not letting his facade slip when she mewls stroking her cheek up and down his lightly stubble covered cheek softly.

“Else what? Y'never punish a sleepy bunny.” She smirks at him foppishly and lazily knowing damn well that one of thing Harry doesn’t do’s tease or punish her when she’s tuckered out and on the edge of sleeping on him.

“You don’t test me bratty woman.” She squeals when he takes hold of her panties to pull them down her legs, slapping her mound once discarding it in the hamper and he sighs when she’s already snoring lightly, slobbering his throat with her mouth parted comically.

After pattering her face with loving kisses he’s tucking her under the layers of blankets and letting her use him as her stuffie.

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“Aw poor baby.” He mumbles, kissing her forehead when he finds her burning up against him and he’s quickly rummaging for thermometer from the night stand and the tissues he had stashed for emergencies.

“I don’t feel good,” His heart breaks when Y/N croaks out weakly and tries to crawl up his chest to stuff her face in his musky neck but her frail limbs gives out making her cry out.

“It’s okay bunny, ‘s okay. How but I make you some soup. Then y'take your medicines like a good girl of mine, then if your condition gets worse we’ll go to doctor, yeah baby?” He talks to her gently and sweetly, stroking her hair and peppering kisses to her temples.

“Just last bite, moppet.” Harry hovers the spoon infront of her and sighs when she shakes her head pushing his wrist away, “I’ll puke.” She sniffs blowing her nose harshly in the tissue .

“The bin’s right here, bunny.” He smoothens his hand down her spine putting the tray aside carefully to snuggle and comfort her as she cries softly against his chest.

“’M so sorry baby, you’ll be alright in the morning.” He couldn’t see her in such condition. It pulls and tugs at his heart so painfully he feels himself hurting.

“Oi. Why you crying, hmm?” He cups her cheek and makes her look at him as she skims her eyes away from him jn embarrassment.

“I —- You’re so caring and loving, treats me so good and it makes me c.. cr–-,” She hiccups finding it hard to breath and Harry rubs her back, whispering affinities in her ear making her finally sob, “Cry....” He chuckles softly pelting kisses upon kisses on her puffy eyelids, soaky dried up cheeks, her frowned up forehead, her wobbly chin and her nipping love bites down her chest then blowing raspberries at his own slick covering her skin making her giggle through her hiccups.

“I love you.” She whispers droopily, head lulling to his chest when the effect of medicine finally starts to kick in.

“I love you too, I want my healthy and happy bunny back.” He mumbles, inhaling a huge puff of her scent and squishes her lovingly.