#he’s just so tender with them!🥺
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dragonfly1302 · 3 months ago
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If I may
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pain-in-the-butler · 1 year ago
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A compilation of art for my Dadbastian fanfic Coattails that I commissioned from the incredibly talented @tomoyoo! They went above and beyond with the details... Each picture feels as cozy and warm as a storybook, right? I'm so delighted with how they turned out!! Thank you for making each one so beautiful! 🥹🥹🥹
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archivestarlyht · 1 year ago
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initially had sol'rys's sexuality blanked while i figure it out, but i think he is bisexual. with a preference for strong personalities.....
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twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat · 7 months ago
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WAHHHHH ARIIII THE MOODBOARDS ARE SO FUCKING CUTEEEEE WTFFFF I LOVE THEM arisugu being the cat n coffee n books kind of a couple and arigojo being the sweets n cats kind of a couple it just makes so much sense waaaoowwwww
and omfg i can't wait to see the arishoko moodboard too hehehehe i know it's gonna be so good - @teddybeartoji
MICKEY!!!!!!!! wahhhh thank u my beloved!!!! yours are sosososooooo cute and perfect too 🥺🥺🥺 i just saw the mizai one….. theeee cutest kitties ever. AND YES ARISUGU COFFEE/CAT/BOOKS COUPLE REALNESS…… and ofc arigojo and the sweets. we’d enable each other’s sweet tooth i fear……
ALSOOOO i just finished making the arishoko moodboard :33 here it is hehe . it ended up….. kinda chaotic……… but i hope you get The Vibes!!
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……… and also. an arikenny moodboard 😔 my demons won…. he’s a freak and i love him dearly
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musical-chick-13 · 1 year ago
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Me: What a nice day, I'm going to be calm and normal for a few hours.
My brain: hey. :) do you. remember. :) The Ship :) :) :)
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guinevereslancelot · 2 years ago
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two hand touches in the new calabby scene 🥺
#i am passing away#when he took both her hands and rubbed his thumbs over her knuckles comfortingly!! whew#also they both knew something was wrong with the other without them saying their priorities are always eachother before their own problems#and they were real problems!! they just didn't want to burden eachother <33#the way they can read eachother so well 🤧#also their whole conversation nothing but love and support for eachother and good advice they're everything <3#the tenderness of it all#anyway...#hand touches?? in my period drama ship???#iconic showstopping spectacular#i hope they slow burn this forever like yes!!! quietly yearn for a friend u can't be with romantically for many reasons!!!! do that!!!#walker independence spoilers#windy spoilers#calabby#abby x calian#they had to keep them apart last ep and limit them to once scene in this one bc they were Too Powerful in it <333#also when she was apologizing for her doubts abt what she saw and he was like admitting that is important and good and i believe in u <3#after everyone else treated her like shit over it!!!#and she comforted him in his own language abt taza 🥺#also i wish i knew how to spell walks in tall grass in apache so i could make a compilation set of him calling her that#bc he always says it so tenderly <3#i could just type it that way but its not the same bc if the caption is english the implication is he said it in english idk#im not making any sense ik i just have so many feelings abt them#anyway when characters have a special name that only a special few get to call them 😭#and the tenderness and fondness of that name when he uses it 😭
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pcrtgasdace · 2 years ago
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twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat · 10 months ago
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@softgirlgonehaywire @staryukis @elusivemoon
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harrysfolklore · 2 months ago
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can we have a little honorary wag blurb where she’s freaking out about meeting charles’s entire friend group but when she does , she gets along with them really well and baby chiara ADORES her 🥹
thank you for sending this request, i really missed writing about these babiesss 🥺🥺 i hope you like thisss
READ THE HONORARY WAG HERE
A few weeks had passed since Kika and Pierre’s wedding, and life had settled into a pleasant routine for you and Charles. It was a lazy Sunday afternoon, and you were sprawled on the couch in Charles’ living room, a cozy blanket wrapped around you as you watched TV.
Charles was in the kitchen, making coffee. You could hear him humming to himself, a soft, contented sound that made you smile. The past few weeks had been a whirlwind, but you were finally finding your rhythm together, and it felt perfect.
Being his girlfriend felt perfect.
“Do you want anything with your coffee, mon coeur?” Charles called out, his voice carrying into the living room.
“Just some cookies, if we have any,” you replied, stretching out and snuggling deeper into the blanket.
Charles appeared a few minutes later, balancing two mugs of coffee and a plate of cookies. He handed you your mug and placed the plate on the coffee table before sitting down beside you.
“Thanks,” you said, taking a sip of the coffee. It was perfect, just the way you liked it.
Charles smiled and wrapped an arm around your shoulders, pulling you close. “I could get used to this,” he said, his voice soft and full of warmth.
You leaned into him, feeling a sense of contentment. “Me too. It’s nice to have some time to just relax and be together.”
He kissed the top of your head, his lips lingering for a moment. “So, I've bee thinking."
You turned to look at him, curiosity piqued by his tone. "Oh? About what?"
Charles took a sip of his coffee before continuing, "Well, we've been together for almost a month now, and things have been going really well…"
"They have," you agreed, smiling up at him.
"And I was thinking," he continued, his fingers absently playing with a strand of your hair, "maybe it's time for you to meet my friends. My whole friend group, I mean."
You felt a small flutter of nervousness in your stomach. You'd met some of Charles' friends in passing, of course, but the idea of meeting his entire friend group felt significant.
"Your whole friend group?" you repeated, trying to keep your voice casual.
Charles nodded, his eyes searching your face. "Yeah. Joris, who you've already met a few times, Riccardo and Marta, and a few others. They're really important to me, and… well, you're really important to me too. I'd love for you all to get to know each other better."
You almost melted at his words, his green eyes looking at you with a tenderness that made you regret not looking at them for so long.
It wasn’t just the idea of meeting his friends—it was the way he phrased it, making you feel special, like you were becoming an integral part of his life. But at the same time, your nerves fluttered in your stomach.
“Charles, that sounds… great,” you said, trying to sound confident, but the slight edge in your voice gave you away.
He narrowed his eyes at you, gently setting his coffee cup down on the table. “But?”
“I don’t know. I guess I’m just a little nervous," you sighed, shifting so you could look at him fully, "They’ve known you for so long, and I don’t want to feel like the odd one out, you know? What if I don’t fit in?”
“Mon amour, you’re not an outsider," Charles’ expression softened even more as he reached for your hand, interlocking your fingers with his, "You’re my girlfriend, and that means you’re already part of my world.”
You bit your lip, still feeling a little unsure. It was a lot of pressure—meeting the people who had been with Charles through thick and thin, who knew sides of him that you were still discovering.
“I’m sure they’re great,” you said, leaning into him a little, “but it’s still kind of intimidating. I mean, Riccardo and Marta have a baby. What if I’m awkward around Chiara?”
Charles let out a soft laugh, shaking his head. “Chiara’s a baby. All she cares about is who makes her laugh and who gives her food. And knowing you, you’ll have her wrapped around your finger in no time.”
You couldn’t help but chuckle at that, imagining a tiny baby giggling in your arms. “You think so?”
“I know so,” Charles replied, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. “Look, I get it. Meeting new people, especially people who are important to me, can be overwhelming. But I promise, they’re going to love you. And more importantly, I’ll be there with you the whole time.”
His words calmed the nervous buzzing in your mind, and you found yourself nodding slowly. “Okay. Let’s do it. I’ll meet them.”
Charles’ face lit up with that boyish grin you adored, and he kissed you softly on the lips. “That’s my girl. I’ll talk to them, and we’ll make a plan for next weekend.”
You smiled against his lips before pulling back. “Next weekend, huh? No pressure, right?”
He winked, squeezing your hand, “None at all. Just you, me, and my crazy friends.”
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The following weekend came quicker than you expected, and before you knew it, you and Charles were standing outside Riccardo and Marta’s house, your heart beating a little faster than usual. The sounds of laughter and conversation drifted out from the backyard, and you could already hear Chiara’s high-pitched giggles.
“You okay?” Charles squeezed your hand as you stood at the front door.
“Yeah, just…" you took a deep breath, nodding, "You know, trying to remember how to be a functioning human.”
"Mon coeur, it's fine!" Charles gave you a huge grin, "Just think bout the first time you came to a race with Kika and met everyone. You were a natural."
You chuckled at the memory. "Yeah, and from that moment, I thought you disliked me for the longest time."
"Baby, we've talked about this," Charles raised his eyebrows in mock surprise. "I was just... reserved," he said, his tone teasing but with a hint of sincerity.
You nudged him playfully. "You were cold! Barely even smiled at me. I thought, 'Great, Pierre’s friend is grumpy and doesn’t like me at all.’"
"And now, look at me," Charles laughed, pulling you closer, "Head over heels for you. Who would've thought?"
You felt a warmth bloom in your chest at his words. His eyes softened, and before you could respond, he leaned in, brushing his lips against yours in a gentle kiss.
When you finally pulled away, Charles rested his forehead against yours. "I promise, they’ll love you. Just be yourself, like you always are."
You nodded, a small smile on your lips. "Okay, I’m ready."
With that, Charles opened the door, and the two of you stepped inside, the lively sounds of his friends filling the space around you. The air was warm, the atmosphere welcoming, and as soon as you stepped through, Joris waved at you from across the room, and Marta smiled brightly, holding little Chiara.
"Well, well, if it isn't the girl who used to roll her eyes every time Charles spoke," Joris teased, approaching you and pulling you into a friendly hug.
You laugh, feeling some of your nervousness dissipate. "What can I say? He grew on me."
"Like a fungus, I'm sure," Joris winked, earning a playful shove from Charles.
Marta spotted you both and beamed, making her way over with Chiara balanced on her hip. Riccardo followed closely behind her, grinning widely.
"Ah, there he is," Riccardo greeted, pulling Charles into a hug before turning to you with a bright smile. "And this must be YN. It’s so great to finally meet you."
Charles stepped to the side, his hand still holding yours as he made the introductions. "Riccardo, Marta, this is YN, my girlfriend. YN, these are two of my closest friends in the world."
You smiled nervously but warmly, offering your hand to Riccardo, who brushed it aside to pull you into a friendly hug. "We do hugs around here," he said with a wink.
Marta followed suit, hugging you carefully while balancing Chiara in her arms. "It’s so nice to meet you, YN," she said, her smile warm and welcoming. "Charles has told us all about you. It’s about time we finally get to meet the girl who’s got him smiling all the time."
You chuckled nervously, your cheeks flushing a little. "He exaggerates."
"I don’t think so," Charles teased, his arm slipping around your waist again as he beamed at you.
Another one of Charles' friends raised his glass from where he was standing. "And here she is—the woman who tolerates Charles better than any of us."
You laughed at that, feeling some of the tension slip away as everyone welcomed you with open arms. The introductions continued as more of Charles’ friends trickled into the conversation, each one greeting you warmly, making you feel like part of the group in no time. It was clear that Charles’ friends were just as kind and friendly as he had promised.
“I’m so glad you could come," Marta said as she sat down next to you, little Chiara still in her arms.
“Thank you for having me,” you replied warmly, already feeling more at ease with her friendly demeanor.
Baby Chiara’s curious eyes darted toward you. You waved at her with a soft smile, and to your surprise, Chiara giggled, her little hands reaching out toward you.
“She’s been so excited all day,” Marta said with a chuckle, adjusting Chiara on her lap. “I think she knew we were having company. You want to hold her?”
You hesitated for a moment, but before you could even reply, Chiara was practically leaning over to get closer to you. You couldn't help but laugh, your heart melting at the sight of her small, chubby hands reaching out.
“I think she’s made up her mind,” you said, taking Chiara from Marta. The little girl settled in your lap immediately, looking up at you with wide, innocent eyes before giving you a sweet, toothy grin.
Charles, who had been chatting with Riccardo and Joris nearby, turned around just in time to catch the scene. His expression softened as he watched you interact with Chiara, his heart clearly in his eyes as he leaned against the counter, completely mesmerized.
“She loves you already,” Marta said softly, watching the way Chiara kept reaching for your face, fascinated by your hair and earrings.
“She’s adorable,” you said, your voice equally soft as you gently played with the little girl’s hands. Chiara giggled again, her laughter filling the room, and you couldn’t help but beam at her.
Charles crossed the room, his eyes still glued to the two of you. "She’s not the only one," he teased, placing a hand on your shoulder as he bent down to kiss your temple. "She’s got good taste."
"You're such a sap," Joris called out from where he sat, grinning as he popped another cookie into his mouth. "Look at you, all gooey and soft."
“Careful, Joris,” Charles replied, smirking at him. “Don’t make me start telling embarrassing stories about you."
“Oh, I’d love to hear those,” Marta chimed in, clearly enjoying the playful banter.
“Hey, I’m not the one who once locked himself out of the house without pants,” Joris shot back, earning a chorus of laughter from everyone around the room.
Amidst the laughter, Marta leaned closer to you, her voice just above a whisper. “You know,” she said, glancing at Charles, who was still gazing at you and Chiara with that adoring smile, “I’ve never seen him like this. I can tell he’s really happy with you.”
Her words made your heart skip a beat. You glanced up at Charles, feeling a warmth spread through you as you caught his eye. He winked at you, completely oblivious to Marta’s words, but it only made the moment more special.
"Thank you," you replied quietly, feeling a bit shy under her knowing gaze. "That means a lot coming from you."
Marta smiled, patting your hand. "I'm really glad he found someone special. You fit right in."
Before you could respond, Chiara began fussing slightly in your lap, clearly looking for something. Charles noticed immediately and knelt down beside you, offering the small toy she had dropped earlier. As soon as you handed it to her, Chiara calmed down, grabbing the toy and happily gnawing on it.
"I told you she'd love you," Charles grinned as he watched the two of you.
"You're right," you replied with a smile, gently bouncing Chiara in your lap. "She's perfect."
The rest of the evening passed in a blur of laughter and easy conversation. You found yourself quickly settling into the group, enjoying the way everyone seemed so at ease with one another. Joris and Riccardo were relentless in teasing Charles, often making jokes about how smitten he was, while Marta continued to shoot you knowing glances, clearly pleased with how everything was going.
At one point, as the evening wound down, Chiara started to get sleepy. She nestled into your arms, her little fingers curling around your shirt as her eyes fluttered closed.
Charles, who had been watching the whole time, leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to the top of your head. "You’re amazing with her," he whispered, his voice filled with warmth.
"She’s the sweetest," you whispered back, glancing down at the tiny girl fast asleep in your arms.
Charles’ gaze lingered on you for a moment longer, his heart completely full. He had never imagined that watching you with Chiara would have such an effect on him, but here he was, absolutely melting at the sight.
As the night drew to a close, Riccardo and Marta thanked you both for coming. “Next time, we’ll have to do it at your place, Charles,” Riccardo joked, clapping him on the back.
“Sure, as long as you bring Chiara,” Charles replied with a grin, his arm wrapped securely around your waist as you stood by his side.
Marta gave you a quick hug before you left. "Seriously," she whispered in your ear, "We're really glad you're in his life."
You smiled at her, feeling the warmth and sincerity behind her words. "Me too."
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pomefioredove · 2 months ago
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may I request headcanons of the overblot boys + Adeuce reaction to a younger yuu that tells them that they’re like a big brother to them? Platonic obviously—
thank you!
awww ofc!
*ੈ✩‧₊˚ brotherly (again!)
type of post: headcanons characters: riddle, ace, deuce, leona, azul, jamil, vil, idia, malleus additional info: platonic, reader is gender neutral, reader is yuu, short
Having been torn from your home, separated from your family and friends, and spit back out in a new place with new people, isn't really as fun as it sounds.
After months at NRC, though, you've managed to make yourself a life here. A new home, new friends, even new family.
Now, sitting close to the person you've become fondest of, you let slip that you seem him as a brother.
His reaction?
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I am of the (kind of depressing) opinion that Riddle's life would be much better if he had a sibling. he hasn't really thought about it, per se, but he's always had this feeling...
so, when you tell him as much, he just... 🥺🥺 you know?
he's in protective brother mode from this moment on (for better or worse, lol)
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the bond you have with Ace and Deuce has gone unspoken, but all of you know what it is. you saying it, though, makes it all the more real
as warm and tender of a moment as it is, Ace still feels the need to make a joke about how sappy you're being (affectionately, of course), and Deuce can only hum with excitement at the acceptance and warmth between the three of you
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admittedly, Leona is a little... put off. at least, he is at first. he doesn't exactly have a great relationship with his own brother, and with no other examples to go off of, it feels kind of like an insult
he... gets what you mean, though
and, reluctant as he is to be so vulnerable, he'll say you're just as much of an annoying little sibling to him
lovingly, of course
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Azul had friends before you... kind of... but none as near and dear to him. he could never quite explain what this feeling was until you said it
ah... that's it. family. he almost feels embarrassed, being so vulnerable all of a sudden, and he can barely get out that he feels the same way
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Jamil has younger siblings already, and he could tell the two of you were forming a similar bond before you said as much. he'd caught himself treating you just how he treats his sister on multiple different occasions (for better or worse, lol), and...
he's glad that you're here with him. that's all he'll say... for now
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many people would think you'd have to hit your head to say something like that to the Vil Schoenheit
he's untouchable! he's godlike! he's... lol. just kidding. he's quite fond of you, too, and hearing those words come from you is better than any amount of likes, any award or role. you're his favorite person, after all
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dude, are you trying to make Idia cry??? because he will! and then he'll bubble-wrap you and Ortho so you can never go anywhere or get hurt ever
he... has some things to work through. obviously. but, really, he and Ortho have basically adopted you already, so hearing you say it... in a good way... call him cringe, but he could get a little emotional over that
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you think of Malleus as your brother? then you must also think of Silver the same way. and Sebek... would you be interested in adoption, because Lilia-
yeah. you get it. welcome to the family, lol. Malleus has already decided you're his best friend forever and ever, and hearing you call him family... hohhh that overblot is going to hit hard when you guys get there
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meowzfordayz · 10 months ago
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revealing outfit prank — hashira men
Author’s Note: borderline 18+NSFW, but ~mostly just suggestive. 😉
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revealing outfit prank — hashira men
Himejima Gyomei x Reader, Iguro Obanai x Reader, Rengoku Kyojuro x Reader, Shinazugawa Sanemi x Reader, Tomioka Giyuu x Reader, Uzui Tengen x Reader
Word Count: ~2,000
CW: explicit language, Fem!Reader, mild sexual content
Suggestion Fulfilled: You know those girlfriend pranks on YouTube where the girl wears a sexy/revealing outfit to out in? Can I have HCs of our Hashira with a S/O who tries to walk out in such an outfit? Of course, they respect her choice in wearing whatever she wants, but that outfit is too tempting...
~faqs~
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“Hey babe, guess what I’m wearing!”
“Clothes…” 
—I mean, he’s not wrong 🙃
You huff, “Guess again.”
Gyomei pauses, wracking his brain for whatever else you could have on
“... not, clothes?” 🤨
“Well I’m not going out to dinner naked!”
“A cardboard box?” 😅
You can see his brow furrowing
He’s trying his best! 🥺
“So remember that slip dress I was describing for you a while ago?” 😏
His face warms as he recalls how you’d painted quite the picture of dainty ribbon details, an open back, and a satin hem that would barely brush past your thighs
He clears his throat, voice lower than before, “I remember that I encouraged you to buy it.”
He freezes, eyes widening, gaze focusing in the direction of your soft breaths, “You’re wearing it?!!!”
You giggle, he gulps
You can hear his inward groan 😩
“Isn’t it exciting?!” you squeal, stepping toward him, playful palms splaying across his chest as you grin up at his restrained expression, “I feel so pretty!” 😌
“You are so pretty,” he nearly growls, large hands settling promptly on your hips, “Maybe we shouldn’t go out after all.”
“Oh?” 👀
He chuckles as his fingers caress the silky, smooth fabric hugging your body, sensing the heat emanating from your bare, warm skin, eager to feel the curve and seduction of your spine, your shoulder blades, the tenderness of your nape
“I beg your pardon,” he rasps, an unfamiliar darkness in his tone as his fingers move upward to tug at your carefully tied spaghetti straps, tiny bows squished beneath the intensity of his touch, “I’m an adult, you know. I can have dessert for dinner.”
😳🥵🫠
“Gyomeeeiii!”
“My love?” ☺️
“I CAN’T POST THIS!” 😭😭😭
“And why not? Is my rizz too much for YouTube?”
“YES.” 😐
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“You’re going out in that?” 🧐
You glare back, arms crossing over your chest
A not so subtle attempt to emphasize your tits 😌
Obanai not so subtly glances downward
“I repeat, in that?” 
“The hell is wrong with what I’m wearing?” you scowl haughtily, “I thought you’d like it!” 😞
Blinking in disbelief, Obanai rolls his eyes, amusement softening his judgmental expression 🙄
“I’m not a fucking idiot,” he grumbles, “Of course I love it,” glare returning as he points an accusing finger at you, “But the last time you went out in something like that you ended up stealing all of my layers because you got cold!”
“Well then wear more layers!” you quip cheekily
“That’s my line!” 😐
*sigh*
“Do you want me to change?” 😕
“Absolutely not!” he snaps, ears reddening even as he makes a disgruntled gesture, “But, please, grab a coat.”
“Are you fed up with me?” 🤗
You inch closer to him
His breath hitches
“No.”
“Are you suuure?”
You can hear his heartbeat now, can see the restraint in his hands as he keeps them firmly by his sides
“If we don’t leave soon, then I’ll show you how not fed up with you I am.” 🙃
You grin easily, lips grazing his earlobe as you murmur
“Obanai, I don’t think that was nearly as threatening as you hoped it was.”
He inhales sharply, stepping away from your sweet, sultry scent, feigning sullenness when he mutters
“Your tits are staring at me.” 😃
You laugh, bouncing on the balls of your feet just enough for them to jiggle slightly
“Or are you staring at my tits?” 😉
He audibly groans, head tilting backward as he averts his gaze
“I hate this.” 😒
Rest assured, you never make it to your reservation 🤫
The video never makes it to YouTube either
PornHub, however…
Jk, jk
And Obanai does not hate this 😏
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“You are breathtaking!” Kyojuro declares, beaming with pride as you twirl for him
He’s doing his best to ignore the fact that he can see your lacey panties when you spin
“Thank you!” you smile, striking a pose for him, “I feel so amazing in this dress.”
“You are amazing in any dress!” 😁
He’s earnest with the perfect dash of seriousness — like he needs to know that you know you’re beautiful
A gentleman as always 🥺
You hesitate, feeling almost guilty as you ask slowly
“Am I only amazing?” 🤭
You hope you’re coming off coy and alluring 😅
For all of his awkwardness, Kyojuro is nothing if not straightforward
“You are also sexy! Most definitely sexy!” 😍
Your expression cracks, your giggling filling the hallway as endeared laughter accompanies you
“How sexy?” you wink, an exaggerated, playful flirtation
Fortunately, Kyojuro loves improv 😏
—Yes, and!
“The sexiest woman I have known, I know, and I will know.”
There he goes again
Earnest, serious, and almost unbearingly sweet 😭💘
“Kyo,” you persist, “I’m trying to seduce you.”
He grins at that, eyes narrowing so quickly you nearly miss the tantalizing glint that flashes through them
“Oh I am aware, sweetheart,” he purrs, gesturing with his index finger for you to twirl again
You do, oblivious to the way his jaw clenches, gaze thickens, your pretty, dainty panties on display for him once more
“Look at me,” he commands softly, relishing the dazed, dizzy, glowing color of your face, “Look at me, and tell me whether you have succeeded.”
You look
It’s impossible to miss his erection, straining against his pants, bulge teasing and beckoning you to come closer
You post the video, minus a sizeable chunk 😶
“So people are allowed to thirst over you, but not me?” ☹️
You snort as Kyojuro pouts, patting his arm consolingly, “You can’t really see anything when I’m spinning, but your dick is a little too obvious.”
He perks up at that, kissing your cheek with reassured confidence, “It is quite large.”
—Whatever makes him feel better, y’know 😆
—That being said, it is quite large 🫣
P.S. Kyojuro begs to differ; he can see plenty when you’re spinning 😃
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Help this man 😵‍💫
He is TIRED 😮‍💨
—Don’t get me wrong!
Sanemi does his best to be a good sport 🥺
And he’s 1,000% watched your videos in “secret”, numerous times over; you are entertaining ☺️
On nights when you’re apart, he falls asleep to his Favorites list (which consists solely of you) on auto-play
But there’re just one (thousand) too many trends for him to keep up with, and he never knows when he’s going to be your ~victim again 🙃
“Is this another prank?” he sighs, only slightly exasperated as his eyes stray from your pretty mouth to your tits practically spilling from your top 🫣
“Oh, so now I can’t look nice without it being a prank?” you retort, scowling playfully, “Rude.” Raising his hands in mock defense, Sanemi smiles softly as you step closer to him
“You can touch me, y’know,” you murmur gently, “I’m not gonna break.”
Swallowing thickly, he lowers his arms, forearms hooking around your hips as he pulls you in
“Yeah,” he croaks, scanning the bedroom for wherever you might’ve hid your phone, desperation and desire bubbling in his throat, “But I’m not so sure about your outfit, it’s got so many strings and… and, holes.” 😃
You laugh cheerfully, squeezing his waist as you inform him, “They’re cutouts. They’re supposed to be sexy.” 😌
“They are,” he replies bluntly, stifling a long inhale as he willingly gives into his fate, “You are so fucking sexy.”
He’s already plucking at your shoulder straps, somehow boxing you in with his broad, chiseled body, even though it’s his back against the wall
“You’re not gonna ask me how I manage to avoid getting tangled?” you tease, your breasts pressed firm and warm into his chest as his heartbeat quickens
The question had occurred to him, but-
“Why the hell would I ask that when I could be untangling you instead?”
“Send me the video.” 😐
“Excuse me?”
You’re grinning
“Please.” 😞
He’s begging
You acquiesce, the thought of Sanemi jerking off to it later inspiring you to reach down again 😉
(Now imagine his faintly pained moan as you slowly caress him, valiantly hardening in your careful grip as he mentally prepares himself, this time intending to punish you; you can’t keep missing your reservations! 😤)
#the pranks are getting out of hand 😬
#but Sanemi can’t really find it in himself to be bothered 😶
#at least not when he’s already in something else 😏
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“Why are you going out in that?” 🤨
“What are you implying?” you frown
“I asked first.”
You huff, “And your question offended me.” 😒
Grimacing, Giyuu glances downward, “I didn’t mean-”
“Do I look horrible?” ☹️
You almost feel badly, giggles brimming in your chest 🤭
“No.”
“Do I look too good?” 😌
You can practically see the gears turning in his head 
“Yes? No. Yes. Wait. I’m confused.” 🫠
“How does my outfit make you feel?” ��
He pauses at that, swallowing nervously as you run teasing hands up your sides, accentuating your hips and bust
“I look good, right?” 🥺
“Of course.”
“Do I look too good?” 😏
*Giyuu Panic 2.0 activated*
“What does that mean?” 😭
He’s hushed, in awe of your luscious form, inhaling roughly when you step into his immediate proximity, the hem of your dress nearly brushing against his shins as you twirl for him
“Giyuu, am I turning you on?”
When in doubt, go for frankness
*Giyuu Panic 2.0 deactivated*
Ohhh 😳🙄😎 <— he gets it now
“Not at all,” he says smoothly, “You look quite comfortable.”
You pout, fingers curling into the collar of his shirt as you nudge his feet apart, slipping your leg between his thighs as you close the distance, your body pressing clumsy and hot against his
He sighs, a quiet, enraptured sound, delicately brushing the straps of your dress from your shoulders before he rasps, “I am turned on. Delightfully so.”
Your dress crumples sheer and light to the floor, Giyuu’s jaw ticking with desire as he realizes just how easily it slipped off
“And you,” he murmurs, delicious warning in his tone as he thumbs the undersides of your tits, “Are such a pretty slut.”
“Why is it that every time I try and prank you, you end up fucking me instead?” 🥲
“Hm,” Giyuu hums, voice thick with amusement, “Seems premeditated to me.” 🥴
“Giyuu-!” you sputter 🫣
“GiYuU!” he smirks 🙃
“Are you mocking me?” 😠
“And?” he grins 😎
“See if I ever prank you again!” 😤
“Oh you will,” he remarks, nonchalant and cool, “Judging by how many times we changed the sheets yesterday, I’m not even worried.” 😃
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Ngl, Tengen’s a lil desensitized 😆
He’s got four wives
He knows you’re all hot af 😉
He knows he’s hot af 😎
There’s not much you can do to faze him
Except like, get injured or something, but that’s kinda the opposite of what you’re aiming for 🥴
“Does this mean we’re fucking after dinner?”
✨He has a way with words✨
“Tengen,” Hina scolds
“So vulgar!” Suma exclaims
“Don’t act so innocent when you’ve ambushed me looking like that,” Tengen mutters, pants already tightening as he takes in the silken fabric draped delicate and precarious over your breasts, “Who’s idea was this?”
“Whose do you think?” Makio snorts
“Tengen,” you say breezily, reaching out to grasp his hand, stroking a coy, tender thumb across his knuckles, “Let’s go, we’re going to be late.”
“Obviously,” he grunts, eyes shining with appreciation—a welcomed promise—as he raises your palm to his lips, kissing your fingertips one by one, “We’re not leaving.”
“Hold up, you made two reservations?” Tengen shrieks
Your eyes roll as if to say Duh, already rummaging for a new dress while Suma helps pat Makio’s back dry, steam from the attached bathroom wafting into the bedroom
“She’s always prepared,” Hina chirps proudly, kissing your jaw with a fond smile
“That, and Tengen’s always horny,” you smirk
You don’t really have a video suitable for YouTube 😅, but you do post Before/After photos of the ~prank on Instagram with a cheeky Unfortunately, the “During” photos are NSFW 😏🫢🍑🍆 caption
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hoshifighting · 1 month ago
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Hear me out. Shy Vernon Hansol Chwe with little to no confidence hopelessly in love, full on crushing, with a girl who's already his girlfriend but he just can't help it but be smitten. So he shows it by slow love making
shy bf!vernon, hopelessly in luv!vernon 🥺
a/n; omgggg stawwwp, i love him sm, he's the best bf ever!! i feel it 😭
warnings: smut, fluff, love making.
shy, nervous vernon with those soft, fluttering eyes of his always looks like he’s on the verge of saying something but never quite does. he’s so in love with you, hopelessly, it’s almost ridiculous, considering you’re already his girlfriend. but that’s just hansol—he doesn’t stop being that awkward, sweet guy just because you’re together now. if anything, he’s even more enamored.
and tonight, you see it in the way his hands slide over your skin, slow and hesitant at first, like he’s still not entirely sure he’s allowed to touch you this way. you’re lying on the bed, the room dark, soft breaths filling the quiet space. vernon’s leaning over you, his hair falling slightly into his eyes, lips parted like he wants to say something but can’t quite form the words.
his fingertips trail down your arm, brushing lightly over your skin, and you can see the way his chest rises and falls, as if he’s trying to steady himself. he’s shy, always has been, but also always had those eyes—deepe, that shows in every movement, in every look he gives you, that he's obsessed with you, and looks at you more than you think he does.
you reach up and touch his face, cupping his cheek softly, your thumb brushing over his bottom lip. he leans into your touch, eyes fluttering closed for a second, and when he opens them again, they’re filled with something so soft and tender it makes your heart skip.
“i just… i don’t even know how to say this without sounding dumb,” he mumbles, voice barely above a whisper as he leans down to kiss you, slow and sweet. it’s like he’s afraid of rushing things, afraid of breaking the delicate moment between you two. “i just love u so much, it’s kinda stupid.”
you giggle softly, tugging him down closer, your lips brushing his. “not stupid at all,” you whisper back, your hands sliding up to his hair, pulling him in for another kiss. he melts into it, his whole body leaning into yours as he deepens the kiss, still moving slow.
“i know,” he murmurs against your lips, his breath warm and shaky, “but i can’t help it. it’s just—sometimes i feel like i don’t even deserve you. you’re… you’re just everything. you make me feel everything.”
you kiss him again, softly, your fingers tangling in his hair as you whisper against his mouth, “you do deserve me, hansol. i’m yours, remember?”
his breath hitches at that, and you can feel him shiver slightly, his hands gripping your waist just a little tighter. he pulls back slightly, his eyes searching yours as if trying to find the right words, but instead of speaking, he just lowers his head to your neck, pressing soft wett kisses along your collarbone.
“god, i love you,” he murmurs into your skin, his hands slide down your sides, tracing every curve, every dip in your body as if he’s memorizing the feel of you. there’s nothing rushed about the way he touches you—it’s like he wants to savor every second, every gasp you make.
the pleasure, it’s gentle, like a slow-burning fire that warms instead of burns. his kisses trail lower, over your chest, his lips brushing against the sensitive nipples as his hands squeeze your meat, or circle your clit with a tight thumb. every touch, every kiss feels like a confession, like he’s trying to tell you with his body what he can’t quite put into words.
when he finally pushes inside you, like he’s afraid of hurting you. his breath catches in his throat, and you can see the way his eyes flutter shut, his brow furrowing slightly as he tries to hold back, to make this last. “are you okay?” he asks, as if he’s afraid to ruin the moment. his hands find yours, lacing your fingers together as he presses deeper, his hips moving in that same slow, unhurried rhythm.
you nod, biting your lip, and the way you tighten around him has his eyes squeezing shut, a soft groan slipping past his lips. he lowers his forehead to yours, his breath hot and ragged, and the way his body shakes slightly tells you how hard he’s trying to keep it together.
“fuck… u feel so good, always, always so good f'me” he mutters, his voice trembling with the effort it’s taking to control himself. “i don’t—god, i don’t wanna go too fast.” he leans down and presses a kiss to your lips, his hands tightening around yours as his hips roll slowly, making you feel his cock deep without worry. your fingers tighten in his hair, pulling him closer, and the soft moans that escape your lips only spur him on. he’s completely lost in you, shaky gasps as his forehead rests against yours.
“u r so beautiful,” he murmurs, his lips brushing against yours as he speaks. “i just… i don’t think i’ll ever get used to this. to you. to how good it feels to be with you.”
u can feel the way his body trembles slightly, his hips stuttering for a moment as he tries to hold back. his hands tighten around yours, his grip almost desperate, like he’s afraid to let go, afraid of losing you even for a second. you feel your heart swell at his words, and you pull him even closer, pressing your lips to his as you whisper, “i’m not going anywhere, hansol. i’m right here with you.”
his breath catches in his throat, and he lets out a soft, almost broken moan, his hips moving just a little faster now, the need starting to overtake his hesitation. but still, he’s careful, gentle, every jerk of his hips driven by the overwhelming love he has for you.
“i’m so in love with u,” he whispers, “i don’t think i could ever love anyone the way i love u.” his body pressed so close against yours, making you know he means every word.
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dilf-c0nn0isseur · 3 months ago
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can we please have Logan smut but it’s giggly and fun? 🥺🙌🏼 (we don’t have enough cute smuts- not meaning it has to be vanilla but just like both of them struggling to get into certain positions, bumping heads into the headboards, nose kisses etc.) if possible can this be w a size difference and preferably fem!reader? Thank you in advance!!!
totally agree! love love love this prompt🫶
warning: NSFW! MDNI!
logan howlett x fem!reader
Sex between you and Logan came so naturally. Your bodies melded together just right, attuned to the other's intimate rhythm. Despite your shared passion and sexual compatibility, that didn't mean that there weren't little accidents and lighthearted miscommunications that happened here and there.
Tonight Logan had you caged beneath his large frame with his head buried in the crook of your neck, your legs straddled around his waist to allow him deeper access as he thrusted into you. "You're so tight," his praise muttered against your skin.
He slid his arms from where they were placed on either side of your head to your torso, wrapping them under causing you to arch up against his chest. His hands explored your back and made their way to the band of your bra in an attempt to remove it. You felt his hands pause as he failed to find what he was looking for.
"Logan," you said in a breathy voice. "In the front."
His thrusts faltered slightly as he tried to make sense of your words. "Front? What do you mean front-?" He lifted up his head from your neck and planted soft kisses against your jaw between his questions. His confusion made you giggle.
You raised your hand between your bodies and fingered at the clasp that was nestled in the crease of your breasts. "It clips in the front, silly."
Logan pulled his head back to get a visual idea of what you just told him. He cocked his head to the side, raising an eyebrow in wonder. A particularly angled thrust interrupted your explanation and made you let out a short, high pitched moan, a reminder of the coital act you were involved in.
"Huh, never seen this one before," he said in enlightenment. A groan of pleasure escaped his lips as his disbelief made you laugh, which in turn made your pussy clench around him.
With his newfound knowledge of a front-clasp bra, he popped it open between his fingers with ease, exposing your bare tits to him. He dove hungrily between them and planted wet kisses against the skin. He nipped at one particular spot and sucked the tender skin between his teeth, leaving a tattooed kiss in his wake. You gasped and bucked your hips into his. "Fuck, Logan!"
He chuckled and returned to his previous, steady rhythm. "You gotta let me know before you switch up these kinds of things Bub," he quipped playfully.
You couldn't help but laugh. Logan's ability to make lighthearted remarks during such an amorous act was one of your favorite things about him. "Gotta keep you on your toes somehow."
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furuu · 2 months ago
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i need something abt dad girl kuna 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 i love hjm sm i need him hes my husband 🥺
𐔌 . ⋮ Sukuna’s love for his daughter runs deeper than he’d ever admit, and a large part of that comes from the fact that she’s a piece of you—the woman he claimed as his own, his wife, the one who tamed the beast within him.
When he looks at her, with her bright eyes and mischievous grin, it reminds him so much of you. She’s a perfect blend of both of you—his strength, your gentleness. It’s a constant, undeniable reminder of the life you’ve created together, a bond that no one can break.
Sometimes, when she’s asleep, nestled in her blankets, Sukuna will sit beside her bed, just watching the rise and fall of her tiny chest. He sees you in every little thing she does—the way she tilts her head when she’s curious, the way she laughs, how she seeks out his affection, much like you did when you first met him. There’s an unspoken pride in his eyes every time he looks at her, knowing she’s the embodiment of the love between the two of you.
He’s never been one for soft words, but with you—his wife—he doesn’t need them. You know how much he cares, how fiercely he loves, even if it’s hidden behind his rough exterior. He watches the two of you together, and something inside him shifts. You, the woman who brought light into his dark world, and the daughter you gave him—both of you are the center of his universe.
Sukuna loves her fiercely because she’s not just his daughter—she’s yours. A living, breathing piece of the woman he cherishes. And every time he holds her, there’s this quiet, unspoken reverence, like he’s holding a piece of you in his arms. His daughter is the only thing in this world that has softened him, and it's because she carries your warmth, your love, and your spirit inside her.
“She’s just like you,” he’ll say quietly when you catch him watching her with that rare, tender gaze. And in those moments, despite the monstrous power he holds, you know Sukuna’s heart is completely and utterly yours, and hers .ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱
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navybrat817 · 11 months ago
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" Scraping their teeth over your neck to have a shiver of arousal run down your spine. "
With Bucky. 🥺
This probably didn't go the way anyone wants, nonnie, and I'm sorry!
Give Me a Name
Pairing: Mob!Bucky Barnes x Agent!Female Reader Summary: Someone put their hands on you and Bucky can't let it go. Word Count: Over 1.1k Warnings: Tension, threat of violence (not against reader), very minor injury, pet names, possessive behavior, Bucky Barnes (he's a warning, okay?). A/N: Because who doesn't want a mob boss obsessed with them? ❤️ Edit by the talented @nixakimbo. Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!
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Today was a not-so-friendly reminder that mistakes in your job weren’t so easy to fix. You had been in pursuit of a target for weeks and finally managed to catch him. The rookie agent, however, didn’t secure the cuffs and the bastard managed to get a hard hit in when he broke free. The dizziness from the blow was enough to let him get away.
The rookie went after him, but you knew he wouldn’t catch him. You’d have to start all over with tracking him and you didn’t even get a chance to go home to lick your wounds. Not when Bucky’s men showed up and put you in a car.
You should’ve known they were close by.
“I can walk!” You argued minutes later when they brought you to the Barnes mansion. The mob boss had a few homes, but this one had been in the family for years. He had invited you here before, but never took you by force.
Until today.
The men carefully arranged you on a leather sofa in the den before one of them went to get their boss. He hadn’t left the room before the door flew open, the very man he went to find standing there with a look thunderous enough to kill. He snatched something out of one of his soldier’s hands before he went to you, no one daring to speak a word.
You held your breath as you glanced at Bucky. He had the sleeves of his black shirt rolled up as he assessed you, the veins in his arms popped out as he clenched his fists. He was built like a soldier with his massive frame, his life story told in the tattoos and scars that adorned his covered skin. The notorious crime lord more than earned his reputation and he promised he’d tell you his story himself one day.
Today wouldn’t be that day.
He brushed some of his long hair from his eyes before crouching down beside you. He didn’t take his eyes off you as he dabbed at your cheek with the cloth. He stopped when you winced, but you gave him a small smile to let him know he could continue. You didn’t expect tenderness from such a rough man, but you were different to him, weren’t you? You had been since the two of you crossed paths some time ago. Why?
What made you so special?
“Who did this to you?” He asked in a low voice. You could hear that he tried to keep the raging storm inside of him, but his icy eyes showed you everything. The growing fury was bound to come out. Who would he destroy in his path to sate the beast?
“Bucky. I’m fine,” you croaked as you tried to sit up more, but he stopped you from moving. “The guy got lucky and it isn’t anything I haven’t faced before. Just let me get back to work,” you said.
You noticed most of the men nearby avoided eye contact when you looked around. They had every reason to be afraid. James Buchanan Barnes was downright terrifying when crossed.
And crossing you was a worse offense in his eyes.
“Give me a name,” Bucky demanded, though he didn't raise his voice. “Tell me his fucking name so I can take care of it.”
“I can’t,” you whispered. If you did, he’d kill him. No, he’d torture him first. Likely for days on end before he begged for death. And you needed him alive.
That was your job.
Yet, you could never find it in yourself to bring Bucky in.
“Don’t make me shoot you.”
You froze at the cold tone before you realized Bucky didn’t direct that statement at you. One of his men standing feet away turned his head to the side because he got caught staring. You should’ve known better. Whatever cat and mouse game you and the mob boss were playing, it was for him to catch you in his trap, but never hurt you.
Not when he wanted to keep you.
“I’m sorry, boss,” the man promised, his tone wavering when Bucky reached for one of his pistols. “I-”
“‘Cause I’ll do it in a heartbeat and never look back if you glance at her again,” he promised. He was a man of his word. “Leave us. All of you. Now.”
“Bucky, it’s okay,” you assured him as they filed out. The men were dangerous, but you weren’t about to let him shoot the poor guy for looking your way.
“It isn't okay. Someone put their hands on you,” he nearly growled, the soft touch to your cheek a stark contrast to his voice. “You think I can let that go? I can’t. I won’t.”
You brought a hand up to tuck a few strands of his hair behind his ear. His eyes shut for a moment and grabbed your wrist before you could pull away. He dragged your fingers through the short beard along his jaw, like he was starved of your touch and needed more. You didn’t want to admit how much you wanted him.
Not when you belonged in different worlds.
“You don’t have to ‘avenge’ me, Bucky, because I’m not yours,” you said carefully. Were you telling him for his sake or yours? “Let it go. Please.”
The storm continued to rage in his eyes when he opened them and you wondered who would win the battle of the wills. You held your breath again when he moved close, the scent of his woodsy cologne making your head spin. Instead of brushing his lips against yours, he brought his mouth to your neck. Scraping his teeth over your pulse, you couldn’t stop the shiver of arousal that moved down your spine.
“You are mine, Kisa,” he whispered, giving your neck another nip as you tried not to whimper. “And I’m going to find out who did this whether you tell me or not. And I’m going to kill him.”
Your heart shouldn’t have raced faster at his declaration. “If I tell you, will you let me go home?”
“You are home,” he replied, pulling away and looking into your eyes so you could see how serious he was. “And I’d feel a lot better if you got some rest in my bedroom.”
You shuddered because you both knew you wouldn’t get a wink of rest if he took you to bed. And if you slept with him, there would be no turning back. “You can’t keep me prisoner here, Winter.”
The cold and ruthless man who only wanted you.
“You’re not my prisoner, Kisa,” he said, pressing his lips softly to your pained cheek. “But I’m never letting you go.”
He’d prove that to you.
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I don't know about you lovelies, but I kind of love them. Love and thanks for reading! ❤️
Masterlist ⚓ Bucky Barnes Masterlist ⚓ Ko-Fi
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vanteguccir · 4 months ago
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i want chris to whine to me when i stop playing with his hair
PLS CHRIS IS JUST A SMALL BABY FR 🥺😫 he would be so whiney, demanding you to get your hand back to his hair right away, being a whole drama queen that he is
- of course I had to write a blurb for that -
Chris and Y/N were nestled together on their shared bed, a fortress of pillows and soft blankets surrounding them. The scent of freshly brewed coffee lingered in the air, mingling with the faint aroma of vanilla from a candle on the bedside table.
Chris lay sprawled on his back, his head resting comfortably in Y/N's lap. His brown, mid-length hair and soft curls splayed out against her exposed thighs as she absentmindedly ran her fingers through his locks. Each stroke was slow and deliberate, her nails lightly scratching his scalp, eliciting a contented hum from him. His eyes were closed, a serene smile playing on his lips as he savored the tender attention.
Y/N gazed down at him, her heart swelling with affection. She loved these quiet moments with Chris, where the chaotic famous-ish world outside seemed to fade away, leaving just the two of them in their own little bubble of tranquility. His hair felt like silk under her fingers, and she couldn't help but marvel at how perfect he looked in this moment; utterly relaxed and blissfully at peace.
As her hand continued its soothing motion, Y/N's eyes flicked to the television remote on the bedside table. She needed to adjust the volume of the movie they were half-watching, as it had become a bit too quiet to hear over the soft hum of the air conditioner. Reluctantly, she paused her gentle caresses and reached for the remote.
Instantly, Chris's eyes fluttered open, and a soft, pitiful whine escaped his lips.
"Babe, why'd you stop?" He murmured, his voice tinged with a childlike pout. He looked up at her with wide, puppy eyes that made her heart melt.
Y/N chuckled softly, her eyes sparkling with amusement.
"I just need to turn the volume up a bit, you big baby." She explained, her hand hovering over the remote. "I'll be right back to it, promise."
Chris let out another exaggerated whine, his lower lip jutting out in a dramatic pout.
"But it was so good." He complained, his tone playful yet pleading. He nuzzled his head back against her lap, attempting to coax her hand back to his hair.
Y/N couldn't resist the adorable sight before her. She quickly adjusted the volume, then set the remote back down and resumed her gentle strokes through his hair.
"There, happy now?" She teased, her voice soft and affectionate.
A blissful sigh escaped Chris as he closed his eyes once more, a satisfied smile spreading across his face.
"Much better."
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