#i want to hold him hand and snuggle on him

[slutoru1207]

Is it alright if you make an invincible story where Mark and the reader started out as childhood friends. He dated Amber, then Eve then next is the reader. Then after that have been together for a long while now, Mark would have some crazy baby fever. Please?🥺🙏

You and Mark had known each other for as long as you could remember. Childhood friends, then more, though neither of you really understood the difference when you were younger.

You’d both been through a lot—he with his journey to becoming Invincible, and you, just by his side through all of it. You’d been there when he dated Amber, then again when he had that short-lived relationship with Eve. But now? Now it was you and him. You’d been together for years, and every day with Mark was something new, yet always familiar, like the way he made you laugh with his clumsy yet endearing superhero stunts or the way he’d always hold your hand in public like it was a quiet declaration of his love.

Mark was the guy in your life, and somehow, it still felt like nothing had changed, even after all the twists and turns. The love between you had grown stronger, deeper, more solid with time. It was perfect, or at least it felt that way until one thing started taking over his thoughts.

It had started out subtle. A conversation here and there, as you’d talk about your future—about what it would look like a few years down the road. You'd been dreaming together, as you always did, about the house you might have someday, the trips you’d take, the quiet moments you’d share.

But lately, Mark’s eyes seemed to linger a little longer when he saw baby ads on TV. Or when he’d get super excited when a new friend or family member would have a baby.

At first, you thought it was a passing thing.

But then... it wasn’t.

One evening, as you two sat on the couch together, flipping through channels, Mark’s gaze was fixed on a commercial for a baby product. You didn’t think much of it until you noticed how still he was. His lips parted as if he were about to say something.

“Mark?” you called, tilting your head.

He blinked and snapped out of it, looking at you with a sheepish smile. "Sorry, I was... thinking."

You raised an eyebrow, suspicious. "About what?"

Mark shifted in his seat, then hesitated. His voice lowered, and his eyes were slightly sheepish. “About... babies.”

You couldn't help but laugh lightly. "Babies? As in, your babies?"

He looked over at you, eyes wide with a mix of excitement and hesitation. "Yeah... I don't know, it’s just... I mean, you know, we’ve been together for a while now, and I’ve been thinking..."

"Thinking about what?" you asked, leaning toward him, curiosity piqued.

Mark’s face softened. "About how nice it would be to have a little one around. Someone to love and take care of. Maybe someone who looks like us." He added quickly, "Not right now, of course! I mean, I’m just thinking about it. But I don’t know, I can’t help but get excited whenever I see something about babies."

Your heart warmed at the idea of Mark getting all soft over the thought of having a little family someday. But you still couldn’t stop teasing. "So, you’re having baby fever, huh?"

Mark rubbed the back of his neck nervously, his cheeks a little red. “Maybe... just a little. But it’s not just that! It’s the whole family thing, you know? A future with you... with us... It just sounds so perfect.”

You chuckled, sitting next to him. “Well, I’m glad you’re excited. But we’ve still got a lot to figure out before that happens, don’t we?”

Mark nodded, but his gaze was soft, dreamy. "Yeah... but one day, I just want to hold our baby in my arms, y’know? Teach them stuff. Be there for them."

You smiled, your heart melting at how genuine and tender his voice was. You wrapped your arms around him, snuggling into his side. "It’s a nice dream, Mark. And when the time’s right, we’ll make it happen. But for now, we can just enjoy the thought of it, right?"

"Yeah," he agreed softly, his arm wrapping around you tightly. "Right. But don’t be surprised if I start getting a little more obsessed with baby stuff around here."

It didn’t take long for Mark’s baby fever to escalate. Soon, he was the one who kept bringing up the idea of starting a family. Every time you’d talk about your future together, he'd slip in something about how awesome it would be to have kids, how he could already picture it. His enthusiasm was adorable, even if it was a little overwhelming at times.

One day, you came home to find him watching a parenting video on YouTube, his eyes wide with wonder as he took in every word. You stared at him, hands on your hips. “Mark... you really have it bad, huh?”

He looked up at you, a grin stretching across his face. “I mean, it’s all very important stuff. I gotta be prepared, right?”

You laughed. “You’re adorable. But I’m not going to let you get a baby before we even finish organizing the living room.”

Mark pouted dramatically, but you could see the spark of excitement in his eyes, even if he tried to hide it behind a little humor. “Hey, I’m just saying. Maybe we should go ahead and practice.”

You arched an eyebrow, intrigued. “Oh yeah? How would you practice?”

Before you could react, Mark scooped you up into his arms, his grip strong but warm. “I’ll take care of everything. Starting with you.”

You laughed, enjoying the warmth of his embrace. "You're impossible."

But, for once, it felt right. You could already picture it: the two of you, growing a family, starting the next chapter of your lives together. And you couldn’t wait.

[minswriting]

BORED - S.R x READER

About: Spencer is finally home for once and you’re both spending the day relaxing. However, you get bored.

Warnings: NSFW, MDNI, post prison spencer (not relevant in any way, shape, or form), porn no plot, whiny reader, fingering (f), mostly fluff tbh lol

Word Count: 1.3k

A/N: Border made by @/cafekitsune! Please comment and reblog to support your creators. Not proof read

Cozy days inside were some of your favorite kinds of days. Wearing comfortable clothing, snuggled in the blankets with a book while it rained outside, and the best part? Spending your cozy day with your handsome boyfriend. It was rare for Spencer to be home, especially on a random weekday such as today.

And so, the two of you were lying in bed, reading separately with your legs entangled together. Spencer had both hands on his book, engrossed in the pages as he read quickly and diligently. You, on the other hand, were starting to get bored with your book. It’s not because it was a boring story; it was very interesting. But here you were, in your bed with your amazing and attractive boyfriend, doing nothing. And there is certainly something the two of you could be doing.

You sighed loudly, closing your book and placing it on the nightstand next to you before looking at Spencer. He didn’t acknowledge you, focusing heavily on the book. So you did the thing any person would do in this situation. You sighed dramatically, flopping your head onto Spencer’s shoulder.

“Sweetheart?” Spencer asked, furrowing his eyebrow in amusement at you. “Is everything alright?”

“I’m bored,” You whined, a small pout forming on your lips.

Spencer hummed in acknowledgement, closing his book and placing it on his nightstand. “I see,” He replied understandingly, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. He pressed a kiss onto the top of your head, holding you close to him. “Is there anything you particularly feel like doing at the moment?”

“I don’t know,” You shrugged, pursing your lips as you looked at your lap, a small smirk forming on your lips. Of course, you knew what you wanted to do. You had been thinking about it for at least the past five minutes. But Spencer didn’t need to know exactly what you were thinking quite yet.

“Is that so?” Spencer asked, moving his head to try and look at your face. He noticed the hint of a smirk on your lips and quirked an eyebrow. “I think you do know exactly what you want, baby.”

“Maybe,” You replied, lifting your head from Spencer’s shoulder. “But perhaps you should try to figure it out.”

Spencer thought about it for a moment before shaking his head. “I don’t think so,” he murmured. “I don’t know what you want if you don’t ask for it, darling.”

You let out an exasperated sigh, rolling your eyes. “But maybe I don’t want to ask,” you said dramatically.

Spencer simply hummed in response, rolling his eyes in response as a loving smile graced his lips. He used his other hand to put two fingers underneath your chin, lifting your head towards his as he leaned down to kiss you. The kiss was soft and gentle, lips moving together in sync. After a few moments, Spencer pulled away and looked at you. “Is that what you wanted?” He asked.

You thought about it for a moment, pursing your lips jokingly before shaking your head no. “Not quite,” you replied, giving Spencer a mischievous smile. “But certainly not unwelcome.”

Spencer kissed you again, this time a bit harder. You maneuvered yourself to lie down on the pillows, pulling Spencer with you as he lay down next to you, his lips still attached to yours. You couldn’t help the small giggle that escaped your lips, causing Spencer to giggle as well as you guys kissed one another.

He pulled away from the kiss, pressing his forehead against yours. “What about that?” he whispered.

“I think you’re getting closer,” You murmured, grabbing one of Spencer’s hands and sliding it underneath your shirt.

Spencer smiled, chuckling softly as he slid his hand to your chest. He knew you hadn’t been wearing a bra underneath your shirt. Why would you when you’re spending the day at home? He massaged your left tit, thumbing your nipple. You made a small noise, biting your lip at the feeling of Spencer’s cold hand on your skin.

He leaned in to capture your lips once more, his hand sliding from your chest to the waistband of your pajama shorts, playing with the fabric in a teasing manner. “Tell me what you want,” Spencer breathed against your lips, pulling away to allow you to speak.

“I want you to touch me,” you sighed, opening your legs for Spencer.

“From the looks of it, I already am, sweetheart,” Spencer replied playfully.

You pouted, realizing that Spencer would make you ask for what you want directly. “You know what I mean,” you said.

“No, I don’t think I do,” Spencer teased.

You whined once more. “I want you to finger me,” you said shyly, the pout still on your face.

Spencer cooed, pressing his lips against yours to kiss your pout away. “All you had to do was tell me, baby,” he exclaimed, his fingers sliding under your pajama shorts. His pointer finger went to your slit, feeling your wetness. Your breath hitched as you spread your legs for him even more. “You’re so wet,” Spencer breathed out, his breath fanning your face.

“Been wanting you all day,” You said while licking your lips, looking into Spencer’s beautiful brown eyes.

“Why didn’t you say anything, darling?” He asked, his pointer finger moving to your clit as he began to rub gentle circles.

You made a soft noise before responding. “Wanted to give you time to relax,” you said breathily.

“What better way to relax than to make you feel good?” Spencer replied hotly. He added his middle finger, adding pleasure to your clit.

You moaned, your hand moving to Spencer’s bicep to hold on to. Spencer kissed your forehead, watching the way your face contorted with pleasure. He slipped his middle finger inside of you, causing you to gasp from the intrusion. “Spencer,” you moaned gently as he began thrusting his finger.

“You’re so lovely, sweetheart,” Spencer murmured, moving his finger slowly inside of you. He kissed you again, more passionately, as he moved his finger inside of you. You kissed Spencer back, or at least tried to, but it was hard when Spencer added a second finger and immediately curled them, causing you to whimper into his mouth.

The feeling of Spencer’s fingers inside of you was so good. The way he moved them, reaching spots that you can never really reach yourself. He knew your body much better than you knew your own. Perhaps it’s his extensive knowledge of the human body or maybe it’s because he takes his time in knowing what brings you maximum pleasure. But regardless, Spencer always knew exactly how to make you feel good.

You pulled away from the kiss, throwing your head back in pleasure. Spencer took the opportunity to pepper your neck with feather-like kisses as he moved his fingers faster. “Oh my god,” You moaned, feeling your stomach tightening as your orgasm approached. “I’m so close, Spence,” You said.

“Atta girl,” Spencer murmured against your skin. “Go ahead and cum for me, yeah? My pretty girl.”

That was all you needed as your body began tensing. Your thighs clamped around Spencer’s hand, the walls of your cunt clenching around his digits, and your back arching. “Oh fuck!” You mewled as your orgasm overcame you.

When you came down from your high, Spencer pulled his hand away as he looked at you, a smirk on his lips. “Still bored?” He asked.

You shook your head, still breathless from your orgasm. “No,” You breathed out. “But…I know something else that could pass the time,” You said as you crawled onto Spencer’s lap, a cheeky grin on your face.

“Oh?” Spencer asked, pretending as if he hadn’t a clue. “I wonder what it could be.”

And so, the rest of the day was spent with the two of you in bed, naked, as you rode his cock until you were both satisfied.

[mattybsgroupie]

— helping matt after tour

★ once again couldn’t control myself sorry yall ★

“you did so well!” you cheer on matt as he enters the tour bus, walking in tired steps towards you. he places his forehead on your shoulder, letting out a loud sigh. “i loved it” he tries to hide a smile. “but i’m so fucking drained” matt admits, nuzzling his face on your neck. you can feel his fluffy strands brushing against your skin, chuckling as you scratch his back and bring him closer. matt lets out a content groan, leading the way to his bunker bed.

you quickly adjust yourself, tapping the mattress, silently asking matt to join you. he sits by your side, snuggling closer — he needed to relax. it doesn’t take long until you feel his hips connecting to yours, pressing his half-hard cock against your thigh. “i thought you wanted to rest” you chuckle, turning to face him. “i can’t sleep” matt pouts, his watery blue eyes almost begging for you to touch him.

you nod, allowing matt to grind against you. you can feel his dick growing, his hardened shaft poking your flesh. a small whimper escape matt’s lips as his slit starts to ooze pre-cum, his hips moving faster at each second. you can hear the sheets ruffling, worrying his brothers might wake up due the noise.

“what’s gotten into you hm?” you ask, placing your palm underneath his ‘whatever’ shirt, gently caressing his happy trail before touching his waistband. “dunno” matt responds, chewing on his bottom lip. “i think someone needs to relax yeah?” he nods, whining softly as your hand enters his pants, wrapping your fingers around his cock.

knowing how tired matt was, your only plan was to make him cum as fast as possible. you quicken your pace, twisting your wrist, causing matt to choke on a moan. you widen your eyes, flickering your gaze across the bus — everyone asleep. “need you to be a good boy and be quiet” you coo, continuing to stroke him.

matt nods desperately, hiding his face on the crook of your neck. his attempt to hold back his sounds fails, and you loose your grip around his shaft. “no no no” he complains at the lack of contact. “i’m not gonna help you if you can’t keep your mouth shut, baby” you say, brushing your thumb over his slit. he bites his lower lip again, but you have a different idea. “use that loud mouth for something useful, yeah?”

with your free hand, you reach to matt’s cheek. you gently caress his flushed skin before going for his lips, pressing your index against it. “open up” you command, and he quickly obeys. you don’t have to say again — he’s already sucking on your fingers, no longer making any noise.

“there you go” you praise, finally tightening your grip around matt’s cock. “that’s my good, good boy” matt sucks harder, thrusting inside your fist. you could tell he was close by how much his dick twitches against your palm, his swollen veins covered in the pre-cum that oozes from his slit.

“go ahead, be a big boy and cum for me” you whisper. matt pants heavily, trying his best to not gag on your fingers. his blue eyes are still begging for you as he drools all over himself, spit stopping by his chin and dripping on his shirt. he squeezes his eyes shut once his orgasm hits him, fucking his cock further into your fist.

matt lets go of your fingers you remove your hand from his pants. you share another intimate moment as you lick you hand clean, swallowing his sticky release. “relaxed now?” you tease matt. “mhm” he agrees. “but can i have these to sleep?” matt asks, bringing your fingers to his mouth once again.

[bloatedandalone04]

Rich in Life

Summary: Bob is known to be the shy, quiet and kinder one of out the whole dagger squad, and he didn’t mind the ‘soft’ reputation one bit, because he knew the real him. The version of himself that came out whenever he got his wife alone, which, luckily for him, was every single night.

Word Count: 2.3k

Warnings: smut, fluff, dirty talk, unprotected sex, swearing, oral (f receiving), overstimulation, hair pulling, fingering, all that good stuff, i had writer’s block and for some reason the only person i could write about was bob, so...enjoy.

It was Saturday night, and instead of being at home by himself like he had grown used to, Bob was out at The Hard Deck, perched on a stool with a Ginger Ale in his hand as he watched Phoenix kick Hangman’s ass at pool. 

It was entertaining, to say the least, because Jake was usually so stuck up and cocky about everything and anything, it was nice to watch his fellow aviator effortlessly beat him at something. 

The bar was lively as usual, but Bob didn’t mind it. He had ditched his usual khakis for a white tee and jeans, his casual clothing choice outside of his work uniforms. 

As he listened to the comical bickering, he looked over at the bar and watched as you talked with Penny, a kind smile on your lips as you gave her your full attention. God, you were so sweet and so sexy, Bob was still in a little disbelief that he is the one who gets to take you home after this. 

He adjusted his glasses and looked over at Jake, who was smirking at him, and Bob just shook his head. He’d grown accustomed to the teasing remarks and looks from his co-workers about how hot his wife is. He knew you were fucking gorgeous, he’s married to you. 

“I still don’t know how you landed her, Bob,” he said as he bent down to line up his shot again. “She’s a fucking stunner. Total smokeshow. I don’t know what she sees in you. No offense.”

Bob just shook his head again as Bradley reached over and smacked the blond on his shoulder while Nat glared at him from across the table. He didn’t care to say anything back as he turned his head and saw you begin to make your way through the crowded space, your drink held up a bit as you carefully maneuvered between bodies. 

Your pretty engagement ring and wedding band reflected off the lights as you settled beside him once again and leaned up to press a soft kiss to his cheek. He was still a little taller than you, even from his place on the stool, but it also made him the perfect height for you to snuggle against him. “Sorry I took so long. Penny is so sweet, I just had to stay and talk with her for a bit,” you murmured, a gorgeous smile on your lips as you sipped on your red drink. “But I’m back now.”

Bob smiled back at you as one of his arms wrapped around your waist and pulled you closer. “It’s okay. Penny is great, I don’t blame you for wanting to hang with her instead of us guys and Nat,” he said, knowing Phoenix was far too focused on drilling into Jake to hear his words. “You know, you look stunning tonight.”

You really did. Your pretty blue and pink sundress looked gorgeous on you, and it was one of Bob’s favorite things you owned. Of course you knew that, though. 

A blush coated your face as you nuzzled your head against his shoulder, hiding as if you were embarrassed by his words. “Are you trying to ensure you get lucky tonight when we get home? Or are you just being your natural sweet self?” you teased, nudging his side with your elbow. “I can never tell with you, baby.”

Bob grinned, his hand tightening its protective hold on your hip. “Can you blame me? You’re the most gorgeous girl in the room,” he said back, knowing just how lucky he was to have you by his side, and he loved the flirty banter that always happened between you and him every time you went out together. “I just want to make sure you’re having a good time, baby.”

You leaned up to press a chaste kiss to his lips. “I’m having a great time,” you said, winking up at him as you moved closer to his side and sipped your drink some more. “But I kinda can’t wait to get back home with my hot husband.” you added, shrugging casually as you slipped your left hand into the back pocket of his jeans and gave him a teasing squeeze. 

His breath hitched slightly and he held back a low groan as he leaned into your touch by pure instinct. “Is that so?” he hummed, trying to keep his cool in front of his friends. He was known as the sweet, shy and quiet guy at work and in public, but with you, he was as dirty as it got. 

But that side of him was just for you. 

Bob lifted his hand and cradled your jaw between his fingers as he looked you in the eyes. “I think we can arrange that, sweet girl,” he said, his tone promising as he leaned in to press a gentle kiss to your lips

You moaned softly against his lips, because you were shameless as much as you are sweet, and that’s one of the things Bob loves about you. “Bob,” you whispered against his lips as your fingers teased the collar of his shirt. “Take me home. Please?” 

Bob stood up and set his forgotten drink aside before he wrapped his arm around your waist and guided you towards the door. “I thought you’d never ask,” he said quietly as he led you out towards his truck, where he kissed you a few more times before getting in the driver’s seat. 

As soon as he was behind the wheel, he reached for your hand and intertwined your fingers as he drove. Once he parked the truck in the driveway, Bob was pushing open his door before rounding the front of the truck to open yours. He gathered you into his arms as he walked with you towards the front door, his lips peppering kisses along your neck. 

When he got you up to your shared room, Bob laid you down on the bed, his gaze heated as he looked at you. His hands were already tugging at your dress as he kissed you deeply, tasting the fruity drink you’d had at the bar on your tongue. 

He pulled away and pressed a few kisses to your shoulder blade before he looked at you with nothing but adoration and desire in his eyes. “You’re so beautiful,” he whispered, cradling your face in his hands as if you were the most fragile, most stunning thing he’d ever seen. “I need to taste you.”

You moaned at his words, your eyes unguarded and trusting as you writhed under him. You reached down and pulled off your dress, tossing it aside to find later, which left you in just your panties since you skipped a bra tonight. 

Bob’s hands gripped your knees and spread your thighs, his eyes darkening as he looked at the lace clinging to your heat. You were so hot, he was having a hard time taking his eyes off your gorgeous body, but your soft laugh had his gaze meeting yours. “Taste me,” you encouraged as he pulled off his shirt and kicked off his jeans.

Your words definitely had an impact on Bob as he leaned down and nuzzled his face against you, inhaling your all too familiar scent. He was rather slow as he hooked his fingers into the waistline of your panties and tugged them down your legs, showing him the pretty view of your glistening folds. He leaned in and licked a stripe up your slit before flicking your clit with the tip of his tongue, and Bob moaned at your taste, so addictive and sweet and all for him. 

He worshipped you with increasing fervor, switching between gentle licks and hard sucks that had you bucking against his face and sliding your hand into his hair. “Mm, I love tasting you,” he murmured, one of his hands sliding up your stomach to palm your breast as his thumb teased your nipple.

Your head fell back on the pillow as you writhed on the bed, your fingers tightening in his hair. “Bob…fuck, baby,” you gasped, arching your back as he devoured you like a man starved. 

Bob groaned, feeling his cock twitch in his boxers as his tongue explored your most private part. His other hand gripped your hip, keeping you pinned to the bed as he feasted on your sweet taste. 

His hand left your chest and slid down your torso, and he slipped two long fingers inside you, your arousal and his saliva giving him easy entrance. You were so wet for him and warm and tight, Bob had no control over the way his hips bucked against the mattress. You were so hot. 

“Come on, baby,” he mumbled against your pussy, his lips brushing against your clit. “Let go for me, I got you.”

When he curled his fingers and sucked harder on your puffy clit, you came for him with a soft cry, your eyes squeezing shut as your back arched. Bob licked and lapped at your folds greedily until you had quieted down and fell back on the bed, your chest heaving with uneven breaths. He crawled up your body, slowly pulling his fingers out of you as he did so, and he licked them clean before kissing you deeply.

Then he pushed his boxers down and slid inside you. “God, baby,” he groaned against your mouth as he began to slowly roll his hips against yours. You were so tight, Bob had to hold himself back from fucking into you like he wanted to. “You feel so good, taking me so well.”

He broke the kiss and trailed his lips along your jaw, his nose nuzzling against your cheek as he picked up the speed a bit, making your mouth part as soft moans left your throat. “Fuck,” you gasped, your back arching as his cock immediately filled you. You were still sensitive since he’d just made you cum a mere five seconds ago, but you didn’t mind it at all. Your legs were wrapped tightly around his waist, your body shaking a bit as you tipped your head back on the pillow. “Bob…oh, my fucking God.” 

Bob lifted his head and kissed you again, his tongue brushing against yours and muffling your whimpers. “I love feeling you wrapped around me. So tight and warm,” he rasped, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck as his hips snapped a bit harder against yours. “So sexy, baby.” 

He reached down in between your bodies, his fingers instantly finding your throbbing clit, and he teased the bundle of nerves as he increased the pace even more until you were shaking once again. 

“Gonna make you cum again, sweet girl,” he promised, his voice low and husky. “Right here on my cock. Just for me.”

In public, Bob was a softie (for the most part), but when he was with you, he had no filter, and the filthiest things freely left his mouth. He knew it drove you wild, the switch up that only happened with you, and he knew how much dirty talk turns you on. 

You were shuddering from the sensitivity, your eyes rolling back a bit as you moaned louder. “Just for you,” you echoed, wrapping your legs tighter around his waist as your hands slid into his hair and made it a mess. “Just yours.” 

Bob moaned, peppering kisses along your shoulders as he reached down to grip your knee with his free hand, and he lifted it slightly to change the angle. “Just mine,” he agreed against your skin, his body heating up as a light layer of sweat formed on his forehead. When you clenched around him, he let out a strangled sound as he fucked you into the bed. “That’s it, baby, squeeze me.”

Your moans and whines were growing louder and louder, and your fingers were beginning to pull at his hair. “Bob,” you whimpered, guiding his lips back to yours in a messy kiss. 

Your hips were bucking against his as his fingers continued to rub fast circles onto your clit, and he knew you were close when he felt you tighten around him once again. “Come on, sweet girl,” he murmured, his body pressed right up against yours as he rocked his hips into yours. “Cum for me again.”

Your body tensed up in his arms as you broke the kiss and tipped your head back, a long, loud cry leaving your lips as you came around him, enveloping him in a warm wave as you shuddered uncontrollably. 

“Fuck yes,” Bob groaned, his hips stuttering as you clung onto him. A few seconds later, he was there too, and he was filling you up entirely as you whimpered and trembled under him. 

He gave a few more slow thrusts before he pulled out of you, and he watched as his glistening cock slid free from your warm body, and a bead of cum dripped from you. You were so beautiful, he’d never get tired of watching you come undone for him. 

Bob leaned down and pressed a softer kiss to your lips, and when he pulled away, his mouth was turned upwards in a lazy grin. “I love you,”

You hummed, draping your arms around his shoulders as you finally settled under him. “I love you too,” you said back, keeping your legs wrapped around him as you kissed him again in a post-sex make out session. “Stay like this, right here. Don’t get up yet.”

“Okay,” he whispered, holding you tightly in his arms as he gently eased his body down on top of yours, covering you like a shield. “We’ll stay like this for as long as you want to.”

You nodded slowly, a soft smile on your lips as you smoothed out his messy hair and adjusted his glasses. Then you were leaning in and kissing him again, and you continued to for a long time after that.

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

Hello! deeply enjoy your writing and portrayal of characters! We've had sick reader but if you feel up to it may I ask for reader looking after sick shadow milk cookie? I don't know if he could get sick as easily, but there's also a possibility that he's pretending bc he wants to be doted on and doesn't know how to ask for attention directly lol, whichever way you want to take the scenario! Tysm!

Thank you! I'll make this a reverse fic of that one I wrote (where Smilk gets the "spice sickness" instead but Reader's got not clue if he's actually ill or making it up)

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"Oooohhhh...the paaaaiiin. This may be my final hour, my dearest. The curtain calls! Tell Candy Apple Cookie and Black Sapphire Cookie they were the best minions anyone..could ask for....."

"...Shadow Milk Cookie, c'mon. You're not dying." You shake your head, amused by the antics your partner currently displayed as he laid in bed, snuggled beneath a handful of blankets. Even without all his ruffles and usual jester outfit on, he felt unusually warm--like he'd melt at any moment.

Somehow he contracted an illness from the storm that was raging over the Land of Spice, having a coughing fit nonstop ever since you two returned to the spire. Rumor Weaver caught wind of his condition and was gossiping about it to the other inhabitants, suspecting that Burning Spice Cookie had given it to him on purpose after they had a disagreement.

Of course, he allowed her to believe what she wanted, as right now he felt too "sick" to do anything else except wallow in bed and have you tend to his every need.

You were almost certain that this was his way of obtaining your affections and attention. He's too prideful to ask you for a simple kiss like a normal cookie would.

It was hard to know which parts of this he was faking, although judging from his watery eyes, specs of spice flakes in his blue dough, and sniffles..there was some truth to his ailment. And the fact that he was willing to trust you enough to be seen like this indicated how serious it was.

"Eat some of this." Picking up a bowl of cool lassi--which a Kulfi child had given you before your departure--you stirred it around a little bit. "It'll soothe your aching throat."

You offered him the spoon, but he just looked at you in disgust. "You don't think I can feed myself?"

"....well, if you insist on-"

"I'm kidding." With a small grunt, he sat up and waited, his cheeks appearing a bit flushed. You couldn't tell if it they were reflections of his sickness or emotions, although he didn't say anything more.

"Very well." You chuckled, spoonfeeding the creamy yogurt to him, tilting his chin up. "You know...I'm starting to think you enjoy this."

"Heh...feel like I'm tormenting you yet? Forcing you to tend to my every need?" He quietly rasped. "You don't seem all that concerned that I might just be faking 99 percent of this."

"Sure, maybe. But I'm just focused on the one percent chance that you possibly aren't."

He remained unusually quiet after that, even as you helped him finish the remaining lassi. His throat did feel a lot less scratchy, but he decided to lay back down, already feeling exhaustion catching up to him.

As his hair spilled all over the pillow, many blue eyes blinked up at you, half-lidded just like his actual eyes were.

You hummed and set the bowl back on the nightstand, taking this as your cue to get up and leave him be-

When suddenly he grabbed your wrist and pulled you down onto the bed beside him. Before you could even ask what on earthbread he was doing, he had his arms wrapped around you tightly, keeping you trapped in his hold as he cuddled into your chest.

"Who said you could leave?"

"I-I..uh..." You were a bit flustered. "I figured you wanted to rest"

"Yeah, but...I just...I don't wanna be alone. Please stay.." He quietly expressed, sounding a little sad and worried that you were going to try to leave him anyways.

Maybe he was actually delirious from the spice sickness, and his true feelings were finally being laid bare in front of you. But you decided not to question it and instead smiled.

"Oh, Shadow Milk Cookie. You could have just asked." You chuckled softly, hugging him closely as you rested your chin on top of his head. "I'll stay as long as you want me to. But if this gets me sick, I'm blaming you, alright?"

"......."

"Dearest?"

His lack of response indicated that he had quickly fallen asleep, which surprised you considering how often he was on-guard, or touted that he never needed sleep.

Then again, you didn't wanna question anything and spoil this rare moment of intimacy. So you just kept watch over him until sleep eventually came for you, too.

Even if you also contracted the spice sickness because of this, it was well worth it.

[blakeswritingimagines]

Sunday Morning

Summary: Rainy day with Quinn Hughes.

Word Count: 2.5k

Quinn Hughes stirred from slumber as the soft sounds of raindrops against the window greeted him. He opened his eyes, only to find himself unable to move as he felt a firm yet welcoming weight on his chest. Turning his head, he smiled as he noticed you, were draped over him, still asleep. Your body curled against his in a perfect fit, the rise and fall of your breathing in sync with his own. Quinn savored the moment, relishing the sensation of your warmth and tranquility. In the early morning hush, he cherished the sight of you nestled against him, feeling a profound sense of comfort in the knowledge that you were there, safe and serene. Time seemed to stand still as he continued to caress your hair, the simple act infused with a depth of affection that words could not capture.

Quinn was slowly trying to get up out of bed. But you had your arms wrapped around his waist and wouldn't let him move. He could hear raindrops starting to fall outside, making it the perfect lazy day indoors. "Baby, let me up," Quinn said, trying to pry your arms off of him. "I need to start the day." You shook your head tiredly with a pout. "No way," you replied, holding on tighter. "It's raining outside. We're staying in bed all day." A playful smile quirked at the corner of Quinn's lips as he realized your determination to keep him in bed. He leaned down and pressed a tender kiss to your forehead, his touch filled with affection. "You're a stubborn one, you know that?" he teased, unable to keep the amusement out of his voice. "We can't stay in bed all day. We have responsibilities, baby."

You let out a playful huff and buried your face into the crook of his neck, your breath warm against his skin. "Responsibilities can wait," you muttered, the words slightly muffled by the cozy proximity. "I just want to stay here with you, snuggled up under the covers, while the rain pours outside. It's the perfect lazy day." Quinn's heart melted at your words, but he fought to keep his resolve. "But we have things to do, love," he said gently, a hint of indulgence in his tone. "We can't just laze around all day, no matter how tempting it is." You lifted your head slightly, a mischievous glimmer in your eyes. "Oh, come on, Quinn," you teased, lightly biting his earlobe before planting a trail of kisses along his jaw. "Just for one day. Can't we be a little irresponsible and selfish?" Quinn's resolve began to crumble as you continued your playful attack on his senses. The soft kisses along his jaw sent a shiver down his spine, making it harder for him to resist your charms. He felt himself growing weak, torn between his responsibilities and the intense desire to spend the day tangled with you under the covers, ignoring the world outside.

"You're playing dirty, you know that?" he murmured, his voice a mix of mock sternness and growing arousal. "You're making it really hard for me to say no." You smirked, reveling in your ability to get a rise out of him. "Is that so?" you asked innocently, your hand lazily tracing patterns on his chest. "Maybe that's the point. I want to tempt you, to make you forget about everything else but me. Even if it's just for a day." Quinn's hand instinctively went to your waist, pulling you even closer to him, the heat of your body against his only increasing the tension between you. He was on the verge of giving in, his will weakening under the barrage of your sensual assault. Quinn's resistance crumbled as he found himself surrendering to your persistent charms. Relenting with a smile, he pulled you even closer, wrapping his arms around you in a warm embrace. "You win," he murmured, his voice thick with a mixture of adoration and desire. "We'll be irresponsible for one day. Let the world wait. All that matters is you and me, here in this moment." You beamed at his surrender, a victorious smile playing on your lips. "I knew you'd see things my way eventually," you teased, nestling your head back onto his chest. "Now, we can just lay here, wrapped up in each other, letting the rain create the perfect backdrop for our lazy day."

Quinn chuckled, his fingers gently running through your hair. "You're always so persuasive," he murmured, his voice filled with affection. "How could I resist this irresistible charm of yours?" You leaned into his touch, relishing the way his fingers felt in your hair. "I have my ways," you replied coyly, glancing up at him with a playful wink. "Besides, I knew you secretly wanted this just as much as I did." "Guilty as charged," Quinn admitted with a mock sigh, a hint of laughter in his voice. "I suppose spending the day in bed with you isn't exactly a hardship. In fact, it sounds rather nice." You snuggled closer to him, your hand lazily tracing patterns on his back through the fabric of his shirt. "See? I told you this would be fun. We can just lie here, enjoy each other's company, and ignore the rest of the world for a while." Hours passed as you and Quinn dozed on and off, your bodies intertwined in a cozy nest of blankets. Each time you stirred from sleep, another blissful moment would take place. Soft kisses were exchanged, gentle whispers of affection filled the air, and an overall mood of tranquility prevailed. Eventually, your stomachs grumbled, reminding you both that it was time for a break.

"Hungry?" Quinn asked softly, his hand gently stroking your arm. You nodded, a sleepy smile on your lips. "Yeah," you murmured, stretching lazily. "I could definitely go for something to eat." Quinn chuckled, pressing a quick kiss to your forehead. "Me too. I'll get us some food. You stay here and keep the bed warm for me." You playfully pushed at his chest, a mock protest on your lips. "Hey, unfair! I want to get up too." Quinn raised an eyebrow, a sly smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. "Oh, no. You're the one who insisted on staying in bed all day, remember? You can stay here and rest while I get us some food." You pouted, but it was more for effect than anything else. "Fine," you huffed, dramatically flopping back onto the bed. "But you better bring me something good." Quinn chuckled, leaning down to give you a quick peck on the cheek. "Don't worry, I'll make it worth your while. Just hold down the fort while I'm gone." Quinn got out of bed and stretched, his movements graceful and confident. With a fond smile, he looked back at you, all warm and cozy under the covers. "Comfy?" he asked teasingly. You nodded, snuggling deeper into the blankets, a contented sigh escaping your lips. "Very comfy," you replied, your voice soft and drowsy.

"Alright, I'll be back soon," Quinn assured you, his gaze lingering for a split second longer before he turned and walked out of the room. The sound of rain continued to patter against the window, an ambient soundtrack to the quiet stillness of the cozy bedroom. As you waited for Quinn to return, a wave of tiredness washed over you once again. Your eyes drooped, the comforting warmth of the bed and the steady rhythm of the rain lulling you back into a light slumber. Your mind drifted, blending the line between sleep and wakefulness. In that hazy state, you could still hear the rain outside, but it became distant, as if it were just a gentle background noise to the soft dreams that played in your mind. Your body felt heavy and comfortable, the bed enveloping you like a warm, cozy cocoon. You were gently woken up by the sound of the bedroom door softly clicking open. Blinking away the remnants of sleep, you saw Quinn re-enter the room, a tray in his hands. He looked at you with a soft smile, his gaze filled with fondness. "Hey, sleepyhead," he greeted, his voice barely above a whisper. "I brought us some food." With a yawn, you stretched and sat up in bed, the blankets pooling around your waist. "Thanks," you murmured, taking in the sight of the food spread out on the tray. There were sandwiches, fruits, and two steaming mugs of coffee. Your stomach rumbled in anticipation.

Quinn settled himself back onto the bed, placing the tray between you. "I figured you'd be hungry," he said, handing you one of the mugs of coffee. "I know I am." He picked up a sandwich and took a bite, his eyes watching you savor the first sip of coffee. "This is perfect," you sighed, the caffeine and the promise of food starting to wake you up. You reached for a sandwich, taking a large bite. "I could get used to this," you muttered, your mouth partially full. "I could get used to staying in bed all day, being pampered by you…" Quinn chuckled, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "Careful, or I'll think you're trying to take advantage of me," he teased. He picked up a slice of apple and held it to your lips, feeding it to you. "There you go, my lazy princess." You grinned and accepted the offered apple slice. "Hey, you can't blame me for wanting to be pampered," you said, licking the juice from your lips. "Besides, you seem to be enjoying yourself, too. Or do you not secretly like taking care of me?" Quinn feigned nonchalance, trying to hide a small smile. "Oh, I suppose it's not the worst thing in the world," he replied, his tone playful. "But don't get too used to it. I might start charging you for my services."

"Ooh, a pay-per-pamper system, huh?" you said, pretending to consider the idea. "What's the going rate for a personal food-bringer and back scratcher like you?" Quinn chuckled, his hand idly tracing patterns on your leg. "Well, let's see… I'd say the basic package includes food delivery, back scratching, and maybe even a foot massage if you're feeling extra demanding." You hummed thoughtfully. "And how much for the deluxe package?" you asked, your eyes glinting with mischief. "You know, the one that comes with full body massages, breakfast in bed, and maybe even laundry services…" Quinn raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips. "I see you're really trying to milk this situation for all it's worth," he teased. "Alright, premium package it is. I'll throw in unlimited cuddles, and maybe even a private serenade if you ask nicely." "Oh, so I can have my own personal singer as well?" you exclaimed, pretending to swoon. "Be still, my heart. I'm afraid you'll spoil me absolutely rotten, and I may never want to leave this bed again." "That's the plan," Quinn said with a sly smile. "To keep you here, content and pampered, for as long as possible. You won't have a care in the world, other than what luxuries you'd like me to bring you next." Letting out a contented hum of delight. "Mmm, sounds great," you said dreamily. "But I wouldn't want you to get bored, sitting here feeding me grapes and rubbing my feet all day."

Quinn grinned, a twinkle in his eyes. "Oh, don't worry about me," he assured you. "I have my own means of entertainment. I'll just sit here and bask in your satisfied expression, knowing I've fulfilled my role as your personal attendant. Plus, watching you enjoy yourself is entertainment enough for me." You couldn't help but laugh at his theatrics. "Well, aren't you a devoted one?" you teased, taking a sip of your coffee. "I suppose I should feel honored to have such a dedicated admirer. But seriously, thank you for taking care of me like this. It's…really nice." He chuckled and shook his head as if it really wasn't a big deal. "You're very welcome," Quinn said softly, his expression turning fond. "I like taking care of you. It's my pleasure. Besides, I get to see all these cute little facial expressions you make when you're being pampered. It's adorable." Feeling a flutter in your chest. "You're ridiculous," you said, feigning annoyance, though the affection in your voice betrayed your true feelings. "You're just a big softie, underneath all that tough exterior." Quinn chuckled, reaching out to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. "Guilty as charged," he conceded. "But don't tell anyone. I've got a reputation to maintain, you know."

You grinned, leaning into his touch. "Your secret's safe with me, Mr. Tough Guy." You finished the last of your sandwich and snuggled back under the covers, feeling warm and cozy. Quinn watched you with a tender gaze, his own food forgotten for the moment. "You look so snug," he said, his voice tinged with affection. "I could get used to seeing you like this, all content and relaxed." Humming in contentment as you softly smiled at him. "Mmm," you murmured, your eyelids getting heavy again. "I don't know if I can stay awake much longer. This whole lazy day thing is making me extra sleepy." Quinn chuckled, his hand still idly running through your hair. "Then go ahead and close your eyes. Take another nap. I'll be here when you wake up." Blinking your eyes slowly as you looked over at him. "Promise you won't leave?" you whispered, feeling the drowsiness start to overwhelm you. "I don't want to wake up and find that this was all just a dream." Quinn gently cupped your face, his touch warm and reassuring. "I promise," he said softly, his gaze locked on yours. "I'll be right here when you wake up. This is real, and I'm not going anywhere." Trusting his words, you snuggled deeper into the blankets, feeling a sense of peace wash over you. "Good," you mumbled, your eyes drifting shut. "Don't want to lose you."

Quinn's heart skipped a beat as he heard your sleepy confession. He leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. "You won't lose me," he whispered, his voice filled with sincerity. "I'm right here, and I'm not going anywhere. Now, get some rest." A faint smile played on your lips, and you drifted off into a light sleep, feeling safe and loved in the warmth of the bed. Quinn watched you for a moment longer, marveling at the peaceful expression on your face. Then, he shifted his position so that he was curled around you, a protective embrace that kept you both wrapped in a cocoon of comfort. As the rain continued to patter against the window, Quinn settled in, his body molding to the curves of yours. He gently ran his fingers up and down your arm, the motion soothing and reassuring. He kept watch over you, listening to your steady breathing as you slept. Every now and then, he would press a soft kiss to your temple, his own heart filled with contentment.

[devdozes]

i adore your last fanfic it was silly lmao😭, can you also imagine them having all sleepover and phainon keep on teasing mydei to always put his head on the reader’s legs to sleep and teasing mydei cause he know damn well mydei couldn’t ask such a thing so he get pissed to that gesture

I HOPE YOU LIKE THIS AND RHIS IS WHAT U EXPECTED :D

The soft glow of the living room lamps cast a warm ambiance over the small, cozy space. Blankets and pillows were strewn across the floor, a few leftover snacks from your movie marathon scattered nearby. The three of you—Phainon, Mydei, and you—had somehow ended up having a sleepover, though it was mostly Phainon’s idea. Mydei, true to his grumpy nature, grumbled about it at first, but he stayed anyway.

Phainon stretched lazily, yawning dramatically before flopping down onto the makeshift bedding. Without hesitation, he plopped his head directly onto your lap, sighing in satisfaction as if this was the most natural thing in the world.

“Ahh, perfect,” he murmured, nuzzling slightly into the fabric of your pajamas. “Your lap is the best pillow, y’know? So comfy~”

You chuckled, used to his antics by now, and absentmindedly ran your fingers through his messy white hair. “You say that every time,” you teased.

Phainon cracked open an eye, smirking. “That’s ‘cause it’s true. Unlike someone, I’m not afraid to admit what I want.” His gaze flickered to Mydei.

Mydei, who had been sitting cross-legged a few feet away, stiffened. His golden eyes narrowed, sharp like a blade, but his ears—traitorously flushed red—gave away his internal conflict.

“Tch.” He looked away, folding his arms. “You’re being annoying again.”

Phainon just grinned wider.

“Oh? Am I? Or are you just mad because you wanna do this too but can’t bring yourself to ask?” His voice was teasing, lighthearted, but the underlying challenge was very, very real.

Your eyes flickered to Mydei curiously, watching the way his jaw tensed. He looked like he wanted to say something, wanted to act, but his pride—or maybe embarrassment—held him back. You could practically hear the gears grinding in his head.

Phainon, ever the instigator, stretched again and snuggled even closer into your lap, tilting his head just enough to make direct eye contact with Mydei. His smirk was downright smug. “Mmm~ So nice. I might just sleep like this all night.”

Mydei let out a sharp exhale, clearly trying very hard not to react.

“…You’re doing this on purpose,” he muttered, voice rough.

Phainon didn’t even try to deny it. “Of course I am.”

Your fingers stilled in Phainon’s hair as you looked over at Mydei. He wasn’t meeting your eyes, his brows furrowed in frustration, but it wasn’t the usual kind. It wasn’t anger—it was something softer, more hesitant.

“Mydei,” you said, voice gentle. “Do you want to—?”

“No.” The word came out fast, defensive. Too defensive.

Phainon let out a dramatic sigh. “See? He wants to but refuses to say it.” Then, with an exaggerated groan, he rolled onto his back, still using your lap as a pillow, and stretched his arms over his head.

“You’re impossible,” Mydei muttered.

“And you’re predictable,” Phainon shot back, smirking. “Maybe next time, instead of sulking, you should just say what you want, Mydei~”

You watched Mydei’s hands twitch slightly, like he was debating something. And for a moment, you thought he might actually give in. But then he clicked his tongue and turned over, his back now facing you both.

“Just go to sleep.”

Phainon’s snicker was the last thing heard before the room fell into a comfortable silence.

But as you continued absentmindedly running your fingers through Phainon’s hair, you caught the way Mydei’s hand curled slightly near his chest—as if he was holding himself back from reaching out.

Phainon, naturally, wasn’t done poking the bear.

Even with his eyes closed, he smirked and sighed contentedly, snuggling even further into your lap. His breath was warm against your stomach, and you could feel the deliberate weight of his presence as he shifted just enough to make sure Mydei noticed.

“Ahh~ this is the life,” he murmured dramatically. “A soft lap, a gentle touch… Mydei, my dear friend, you wouldn’t get it.”

A vein visibly twitched on Mydei’s forehead.

“I swear,” Mydei muttered, voice tight, “if you keep running your mouth—”

“What? You gonna throw me off her lap?” Phainon peeked one eye open, grinning like he just won a game Mydei wasn’t even playing. “That’d be awfully rude, don’t you think?”

Mydei tensed, his golden eyes glinting dangerously, but the slight pink dusting his ears betrayed him.

You sighed, amused at their antics. “You guys do this every time,” you mumbled, still absentmindedly stroking Phainon’s hair. “Why don’t you just—”

“No.” Mydei cut you off immediately.

Phainon snickered. “See? He’s hopeless.”

Mydei shot him a glare, jaw tight. You could see it—the fight between his pride and his desire. His fingers curled slightly, like he wanted to grab something, but his stubborn nature wouldn’t let him take that step.

Phainon, still basking in victory, tilted his head just enough to rest against your stomach. His silver hair brushed against your skin, and his next words came out in a low, taunting murmur.

“Y’know, if you don’t do something, Mydei, I might just—”

That was it.

Before Phainon could finish, Mydei grabbed the back of his hoodie and yanked him off your lap.

“—ACK—!” Phainon barely had time to react before he found himself unceremoniously tossed onto the blankets beside you.

Mydei, still scowling, sat up and planted himself right beside you. He didn’t meet your gaze, and he sure as hell didn’t ask for anything, but his presence alone spoke volumes.

Phainon groaned dramatically. “Wow. So violent.”

You chuckled, watching Mydei’s stiff posture. “Mydei,” you hummed, tilting your head. “Did you want to—”

“No.” His response was immediate, but he still didn’t move away.

Phainon, rubbing the back of his head, smirked. “Denial looks great on you, buddy.”

You swore you saw Mydei’s eye twitch.

But despite his grumbles, despite his glaring inability to ask for what he wanted, Mydei stayed right next to you. Close enough that the warmth of his shoulder brushed against yours. Close enough that, if you shifted just a little, you’d feel the subtle tension in his posture.

He wouldn’t say it. But he wanted to.

A few minutes passed, and just when you thought things were settling down, Phainon suddenly sat up, his eyes gleaming mischievously. "You know what? We should settle this. Right now."

Mydei sighed, already tired of whatever nonsense Phainon was about to pull. "Settle what, exactly?"

Phainon grinned. "Who’s the better choice to sleep next to you, of course."

You blinked. "Hi, so what the fuck?i"

"I refuse to participate in this." Mydei deadpanned, glaring at Phainon.

Phainon ignored him. "First challenge! Who can stay awake the longest while cuddling you?"

You groaned. "Phainon, that’s not—"

"Shhh, we’re already starting," Phainon interrupted, dramatically throwing himself onto your side and wrapping his arms around you like a human octopus. "I’m never letting go, Mydei."

Mydei’s eye twitched. "You’re such an idiot."

"Correction: a competitive idiot." Phainon grinned. "C’mon, Mydei, unless you’re scared you’ll lose?"

A muscle in Mydei’s jaw twitched. Oh, that did it.

With an exasperated sigh, Mydei grumbled something under his breath before pulling you toward him instead, his grip firm yet hesitant. His face was turned away, but his ears were burning red.

Phainon snickered. "Oh-ho? Look who finally made a move!"

You sighed, caught between two ridiculous, overgrown children competing for your affection. "You two are unbelievable."

Phainon winked. "Unbelievably in love with you?"

Mydei groaned. "I’m actually going to kill him."

As if things couldn’t get more ridiculous, Phainon suddenly gasped dramatically and sat up. "Wait. We forgot the most important part of a sleepover."

You raised an eyebrow. "And that is?"

"A blanket fort competition."

Mydei looked at him, deadpan. "You’re actually five years old."

Phainon smirked. "Oh? What’s wrong? Scared you’ll lose?"

That was all it took. Mydei’s competitive nature flared instantly.

Within minutes, both men were scrambling to grab pillows, blankets, and whatever household items they could use for structural support. You, caught in the middle of their madness, simply watched as they transformed the living room into a battlefield.

Phainon’s fort was a chaotic mess, but it was ridiculously decorated. He strung up fairy lights inside, piled in an excessive amount of pillows, and even found some glow-in-the-dark stickers to add to the "aesthetic."

Mydei, on the other hand, took a tactical approach. His fort was sturdy, well-structured, and honestly looked impressive—like he had studied the mechanics of fort-building beforehand. He even lined the inside with snacks and a perfectly arranged seating area.

When they were done, both turned to you, expectantly.

"So?" Phainon grinned. "Which fort do you like better?"

Mydei crossed his arms, golden eyes watching you. "Be honest."

You looked between them, two grown men who had just spent an hour fighting over blankets and pillows, all for your attention.

And honestly? It was adorable.

You simply smiled. "I think... I’ll just sleep in both."

Cue immediate protests from both sides.

The next morning, war broke out in your kitchen.

You had barely woken up when you found yourself in the middle of an unexpected cooking showdown between Mydei and Phainon.

“I bet she’d like my pancakes better,” Phainon declared, cracking an egg into a bowl with practiced ease. “Light, fluffy, with just the right amount of sweetness.”

Mydei scoffed, arms crossed as he leaned against the counter. “Tch. She doesn’t need sugary nonsense first thing in the morning. I’ll make her a proper breakfast.”

“Ohhh?” Phainon grinned, whisking the batter. “What, you gonna make one of your ‘nutritious, balanced meals’? Boring.”

“You’ll thank me when you’re not crashing from a sugar high an hour later,” Mydei shot back, already moving to prepare something more savory—omelets, freshly toasted bread, and sliced fruit on the side. His movements were sharp, precise, the kind that came from experience.

You sat at the table, still groggy, watching the two bicker as they cooked. “Uh… I can just eat whatever—”

“No.” They both shot you a look at the same time.

You blinked. “…Okay.”

Phainon playfully nudged Mydei’s shoulder as he flipped a pancake. “You seem really into this, Mydei. Don’t tell me you’re trying to impress her?”

Mydei’s movements stuttered for just a second before he gritted his teeth. “Shut up and focus on your own mess.”

Phainon snickered, clearly enjoying himself, before turning to you. “Hey, sweetheart, you wanna be my taste tester? I promise my pancakes are better.”

Before you could answer, Mydei placed a perfectly plated omelet in front of you. “Eat this first,” he said firmly.

Phainon gasped dramatically. “Excuse me?! She hasn’t even tried mine yet!”

You sighed, looking between the two ridiculously competitive men. “…What if I just eat both?”

Mydei and Phainon exchanged glances.

“…Fine,” Mydei muttered, looking away.

Phainon grinned. “That’s fair. But mine’s still gonna be your favorite~”

As you took a bite of Mydei’s omelet first, you noticed him watching you way too closely, his sharp golden eyes scanning your face for any reaction. And when you hummed in approval, the faintest hint of a smug smirk tugged at the corner of his lips.

Phainon, seeing this, quickly slid a pancake onto your plate. “Okay, okay, but try mine now. You’ll love it.”

You did. And it was amazing.

Phainon beamed when you told him so, shooting Mydei a triumphant look. Mydei just clicked his tongue, muttering something under his breath, but you could tell he was still secretly pleased you enjoyed his cooking too.

And thus, the ridiculous cooking war ended in a tie.

And both of them asked for a kiss on the cheek as a reward

[beelzecxi]

“Cause’ I know if I’m haunting you, you must be haunting me.”

Synopsis: From the moment he laid eyes on you, you became all he could think about. It was like all of his senses were consumed by you.

Tags- Stalker! Simon Riley! x male reader! NSFW! Fem-aligned DNI! MDNI! Soft-top Riley! Reader gets called princess! Dubcon! kidnapping! Creampie! Subspace! Oral fixation! Lack of lubricant!

A/n: This is hella fucking rushed

He’s been watching you for what feels like his entire life. From the moment he laid eyes on you, he knew that you were his. He remembers that day like it was yesterday. He remembers your clothes that clung to your form, the way your hair looked like you had just gotten out of the shower— granted, it was raining that day, but God. He gets a boner just thinking about it, about you. That terrified look you had in your eye when you looked at him; it shouldn’t turn him on as much as it does. I mean, he’s seen people with that look a million times.

In his line of work, it’s a given to have someone beg for their life. He wants to see you like that. Not begging for your life, he would never do anything to hurt you. He wants to see you beg for him. Hell, he needs it. The need to make you his is what pushed him this far. He was managing his obsession with you just fine until that random nobody dared to flirt with you. That was when he realized he needed to take you far away from the people who could potentially take you from him. Who cares if you don’t even know who he is? You’re his, and that’s final.

And now you’re here, snuggling further into his embrace. You don’t even realize it; you probably think he’s one of your plushies for something. Who would’ve known that your plushie obsession would work out in his favor?

Sure, you’d probably be scared out of your mind when you woke up, but that’s not going to stop him from enjoying every minute of this. Though going off the bulge in his pants, he’s enjoying it way too much. It’s not like he can help it; you’re just too cute, you’re soft in all the right places, and your waist just fits so perfectly in his hands that he could probably just use you like a fleshlight and— okay, this way of thinking is not helping his boner.

Though the way you’re looking at him isn’t helping either— wait… you’re looking at him. Ah, you’re awake already? Just as he was starting to enjoy this.

Good morning, princess,” he greets, the pet name rolling off his tongue before he can stop it. He knows you’re terrified; that much is a given. Plus, you look like you’re about five seconds away from pissing yourself, which… is not necessarily a lie.

You did wake up in an unknown place wrapped up with an unknown man, a very sexy unknown man… but as sexy as he is, it’s fucking creepy! You know for a fact you fell asleep in your room, in your bed, but here you are, in a room unknown to you and a bed that is not yours. Not to mention there’s something poking you! ‘Wait— is it his? No! Of course, it isn’t, right?’ you ponder, glancing down between you and the man.

“ It is!!’ you whimper, jerking your body away from him. “G-Get that MONSTER AWAY FROM ME!” You whine, backing up against the wall. Your panic, however, seems to be very amusing to your kidnapper. “Monster, you say? Is it that big?” He chuckles, wrapping his hand around your ankle, stopping you from getting too far away from him. “L-Let me go,” you stammer, trying to yank your leg from his grip, though this just made him tighten his grip.

“Why would I do that?” He asked, dragging you back to him. “Why would I ever let you go when I just got you?” he queried, wrapping his arms around you. “Why would I let you go when I can finally hold you in my arms?” He finishes, staring into your fucking soul.

‘WHAT IS WRONG WITH THIS GUY?’ you wonder, not out loud for obvious reasons, but jeez, you don’t even know each other, but he’s making it sound like you’re fucking soulmates. It’s flattering, coming from someone as hot as him, but it’s still creepy as fuck. “Hi, I don’t know if you know this, but we do not— I repeat, do not know each other,” you tell him, trying (and failing) to get out of his grip.

“Trust me, I would remember meeting someone as hot as you,” you squeal out before being smothered into his manboobs, “I wouldn’t expect you to remember me, we met rather briefly,” he speaks in that husky voice of his, that voice could make the hardest of men drop to their knees in order to please him. ‘God, I could probably cum from hearing him speak alone.’ You tell yourself, and you could, but you’d probably get all whiny, and then he’d know.

He’d know that you were being dirty and thinking filthy, debouched things from his voice alone. “ You bumped into me. It was raining, and you were in a rush. Maybe you were just trying to get out of the rain, or maybe it was something else. But from that moment on; I knew you were destined to be mine.” he whispers, brushing his thumb against your forearm.

‘Yeah, he’s insane…is it just me, or are all the hot ones always fucking mental?’ you ask yourself, though I feel like you’re the mental one if you’re talking to yourself. “Dude, why would you remember me bumping into you?” you asked, confuzzled by the thought.

You remembered that day as well, not by choice; if you could, you’d wipe that bastard memory from your mind. That memory was so embarrassing to think about, why did you have to fall on your ass so hard after bumping into one man? Just why?

“I can’t control what I remember; I also cannot control the way I feel for you… I understand if you don’t feel the same way, but I’m still not letting you go. I’ll never let you go,” he assured you, his eyes darkening. “As flattering as that is, I don’t even know your name, dude.” You remind him, raising your eyebrow at him as you wait for his next move.

“ Simon Riley,” he whispers, leaning towards you, or should I say your lips? Who cares? “Remember it, that’s what you’re going to be screaming tonight.” He teases, connecting your lips together. And for a moment, you believe that he was right about that soulmate shit, and even if he wasn’t, who cares?

He kisses like he’s pouring his soul into it, and by the gods— it leaves you craving more. It’s like he just scratched an itch you didn’t know you had, but not that it was scratched it won’t stop itching. What even is breathing at this point? Unpopular opinion, but breathing is extremely overrated.

“Fucking hell,” he mutters against your lips before pulling away, and you may or may not have let out a whine… not that you’d admit to it if you did.

“You’re playing with fire, princess,” he teases, trailing his hands down to your hips, digging his thumbs into the flesh there, praying for it to bruise. “Why do you keep calling them that? I have a cock, you know.” you pant out, whining softly at the harsh grip on your hips. “I’m well aware,” he pauses, leaning down to nibble along your neck, stopping just below your ear before whispering out, “Princess.” in that annoyingly sexy voice of his.

“Then stop calling me that, I don’t like it” you whine out, trying (and failing, a repeating pattern, it seems) to get away from him. “Really?” Simon questions, trailing his left hand down to the bulge in your underwear, “what’s this then?” he queries, his voice laced with humor, as he rubs you through your underwear.

“S-stop that,” you moan out, though your actions say otherwise; rolling your hips into his hand to chase your own pleasure. “Do you really want me to? It doesn’t seem like it… but… if you want—“ Riley says, moving his hand away from your cock, “Nononononono,” you whine, reaching down and grabbing his hand, placing it back where it was. “Please— please, just— just touch me.” You beg, before immediately getting embarrassed at yourself; sure, the guy is fucking hot, like his body is so tea that the British are coming… well, the British are already here technically… but begging like this… to your kidnapper?

God, that is a new low. Sure, you haven’t had sex in months, not that you didn’t want to, but you always felt like someone was just glaring at you every time you tried. Now that you think about it… it was him, wasn’t it? ‘This entire time… I had a STALKER?’ You think to yourself, sure you’re banging, like you’d stalk yourself if you could; but that doesn’t mean you’d expect to have an actual stalker, and a fucking hot one at that?

‘You know what? I’m just gonna enjoy this, the embarrassment to come it future me’s problem,’ you think once again, stop thinking just turn off your brain and enjoy this; you won’t regret it, trust me. “Touch me,” you whine out once more, rolling your hips into his hand before putting on your best doe eyes, “please.”

“Jesus,” you heard him groan, and that’s when you knew— you’d won at life, Simon’s blue eyes were laser-focused on you, the look in his eyes told you everything you needed to know; you were about to be wrecked.

And for once you decided to not complain, just think of it as a one-night stand, and after this, your standards will probably be through the roof, but then again the guy did say he’s never letting you go so soon; shout out to getting your organs rearranged daily!

At first, he doesn’t move, just stares at you like he’s savoring the moment or waiting for you to get cold feet and change your mind; then he strikes. His hand, warm and calloused, hooks onto the band of your underwear and yanks, pulling them down to your knees: at first, you jump, the cold air against your heated skin isn’t exactly pleasant, but then— omg, then he wraps his hand around your shaft, and fuck it’s the best thing ever, and then he starts moving his hand and— “Feels so good, ohmygod, pleasepleaseplease” you slur or whine? The only thing I know is that you’re desperate, desperate for any part of that blue-eyed blondie you can get.

“Be patient,” he breathes out. God, his voice alone has your eyes rolling back into your head and toes curling and— “suck,” he gruffs out, holding two fingers in front of your mouth, and maybe it was the desperation, or maybe it was— okay, let’s be honest it was the desperation. Still, without any hesitation, you took his fingers into your mouth and sucked on them like your life depended on it. Though, to be frank, in the moment, it seemed like it did.

You made sure to get them nicely lubricated with your slobber, mostly because you didn’t want to tear anything down there, but also because you liked it, no scratch that you loved it. The feeling of something in your mouth always manages to bring you a strange sense of calm, and well, even now, when your dick felt like it was gonna explode, it still managed to lure you into an intoxicating headspace.

“You went down quicker than I expected,” Simeon says, taking his fingers out of your mouth, chuckling when you chased them, a whine falling from your lips. “Relax, here comes the fun part,” he mutters, lifting your leg onto his hip, “woah, wish you could see how pretty your hole is, darling,” he whistles, teasing your hole with his thumb, groaning softly at the whimper it excites out of you.

The moment his finger breached your hole, your body went lax, a moan escaping from you. “So, good,” you slur, pushing your hips down onto his finger. “It only gets better,” Simon mutters, adding another finger, scissoring your hole like a man on a mission. “Si, more, please,” you beg, putting on your best puppy eyes as you lie there with your leg over his hip.

“Are you sure?” He asked, worried. He didn’t want to hurt you. You are his most prized possession, especially with the lack of lubricant. The thought of accidentally tearing you was terrifying. That would give you a reason to hate him, and he only wants to give you a reason to love him and only him; the same way he loves you.

“Simon, please,” you whine, using your leg to pull him in. “I want you in me, and I want you in me now.” You tell him, your voice laced with high amounts of desperation. He listens, as much as he doesn’t want to hurt you, he’s been dying to be inside you for what feels like a million years, with no further resistance, he removes his fingers, hooking them to make sure they tease your prostate on the way out.

Grinning at the high-pitched whine that escapes you, “Don’t worry, princess, you’ll be filled in just a moment,” Riley assures, tapping the tip of his cock to your hole and slowly, hella slowly, pushed in. The moment he did, it was like all of your prayers were answered, it was like his cock was made to be inside you, to keep you filled. “Fuck—“ he groans, right into your ear when he bottoms out, and that went straight to your cock, if the extremely loud moan you let out was anything to go by.

“ Si-Si-Si” you beg, rolling your hips against his whimpering when he digs his thumbs into your hips in response, “Stay still. Let me take care of you, princess.” he huffs, placing his left hand above your head, pulling back til only his tip remained, and thrusting back in, rather harshly.

Not that you care, right now all you feel is SimonSimonSimon, and his cock, fucking hell, it feels so good. It hits all the right places so perfectly you don’t ever want to live without it in you. The thought alone is enough to make you want to cry, and you are, but for different reasons.

The curve of his cock makes sure that it rubs against your prostate with remarkable precession, Jesus fuck.

“Perfect, you’re absolutely perfect.” Simon praises, speeding his thrusts up as he hunches over you. “It’s like you were made to fit on my cock.” He grins, he was right; he can use you like a fleshlight and use you like you were always meant to be used.

Your whines and whimpers are like music to his ears; the way the pitch of your voice changes depending on the slightest change in his speed or angle. He knew you were perfect, but this was way beyond his expectations at this point you were borderline godly.

The way your hole sucked him in and clung to him when he pulled out and how your leg tightened on his hip in fear that he’d pull out and leave you open and empty. “I gotta cum,” you whine, reaching a hand down towards your cock only to have it slapped away, “don’t,” he commands, his tone leaves no room for objection. “You’ll cum if I make you,” He tells you, his thrusts getting harder and faster until they were almost animalistic.

“Si, please. Touch me,” you plead, whimpering from the stimulation your prostate is getting. “Please touch my cock!” You whine, signing in relief when your pleas were answered, for how callous his hands are they feel so good around your cock, all it takes is two strokes and you’re cumming like a virgin in his hand, clenching around his cock so tightly that he almost immediately followed after you.

“Shit!” He yelps, fucking you through your releases, chuckling at your whines of overstimulation. “Don’t worry, princess, we still have a full night ahead of us.”

“I said I wasn’t letting you go, didn’t I?”

-

A/n: the loml wants a pt.2 so pt.2 coming soon

[dinoandguitar]

"Five more minutes..."

Dad!HongJisoo (Joshua) × Mom!Reader

The golden morning light spills softly through the curtains, bathing the room in warmth. Joshua’s arms are snug around you, his body radiating the kind of cozy warmth that makes it impossible to move. His breath tickles your neck as he mumbles sleepily, “Five more minutes,” his voice husky and warm. He presses a lazy kiss to your forehead, then another to your cheek, his grip tightening as if he can keep the world at bay just a little longer.

You hum in response, sleep still tugging at your limbs as you snuggle closer. But just as you’re about to drift off again, a familiar wail echoes through the baby monitor on the nightstand.

Your little baby girl.

You sigh softly, already shifting to get up, but before you can even swing your legs over the edge of the bed, Joshua groans and tightens his hold.

“No, no, wait,” he mumbles, eyes barely open as he nuzzles into your shoulder. “I’ll get her.”

“Babe.. you’re half asleep,” you whisper, amused, but he’s already pulling away, rubbing at his tired eyes as he stumbles out of bed.

“I got it,” he insists, voice still groggy as he disappears down the hall to the nursery.

You hear the soft creak of the door, followed by Joshua’s voice, gentle and sweet. “Hey, princess… did you miss us already?” The cries settle slightly, replaced by soft baby babbling as he soothes her.

A minute later, he returns, cradling your daughter against his chest. She’s blinking up at him with big, sleepy eyes, her tiny hands clutching at his shirt as he presses a kiss to her forehead.

“She just wanted cuddles,” he grins, already climbing back into bed. “I don’t blame her.”

You laugh as he settles down beside you, carefully placing her between you both. Your baby lets out a happy little sigh, curling into the warmth of her parents, her tiny fingers grasping at your hand while Joshua strokes her soft hair.

“Told you,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to your temple. “Now we all get to stay in bed longer.”

You shake your head, smiling as you brush a fingertip over your daughter’s chubby cheek. “You just wanted an excuse to stay in bed.”

Joshua grins, his dimple showing as he leans in to kiss you softly. “Maybe. But mostly, I just wanted my girls right here with me.”

Your heart swells as you watch your baby drift off between you, her tiny face relaxed in pure contentment. Joshua lets out a sleepy sigh, pulling both of you closer as his eyes flutter shut.

And as you rest your head against his chest, wrapped up in love and warmth, you realize—you wouldn’t trade this moment for anything in the world.

[airandyeah]

Between Two Worlds (Gojo X Reader X Geto) Pt.4

My Masterlist Series Masterlist Chapter Warnings: Angst, memories...

The room was warm, lit only by the late afternoon sun filtering through the curtains. Dust hung lazily in the air, catching gold in its softness. You were tangled with Suguru on the futon, legs entwined, your head resting on his chest as his fingers gently traced patterns across your arm.

“I think I’d like a house with a porch,” he murmured, voice low and sleepy. “Somewhere far from the city. Where you can grow those ridiculous flowers you keep killing.”

You let out a soft laugh, nudging his ribs. “They’re not ridiculous. And I only killed one. Okay—maybe two.”

“Three,” he corrected, grinning. “But who's counting?”

You looked up at him, his hair falling into his face, eyes shining like he could see a whole future there with you. It was one of those rare, unshaken moments—before choices, before loss.

“What else?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

Suguru paused. “A garden. A quiet life. You. Satoru, if he ever learns how to do the dishes.”

You laughed again, but your heart fluttered. The three of you, impossibly, endlessly connected. Back then, it didn’t seem like too much to wish for. Back then, he still belonged to you—whole and unbroken.

You turned, resting your hand over his heart. “Let’s make it happen someday.”

He didn’t answer at first—just pulled you closer, his arms tightening like he was trying to hold onto a dream that would one day slip through his fingers.

“Yeah,” he said finally, almost to himself. “Someday.”

Suddenly, the peace was shattered by a loud, familiar voice bursting through the door.

“I’m back!” Satoru announced dramatically, his voice booming with the same energy that had always been his signature. “And I’ve had the longest day! I demand snuggles.”

Suguru’s smile faltered as he looked at you, then at the door, where Satoru stood with a grin on his face, eyes twinkling behind his sunglasses. You couldn’t help but laugh—loudly.

“You’re ridiculous,” you said, sitting up slightly, giving Suguru a playful nudge.

Satoru, of course, didn’t take the hint. He stomped into the room, his presence nearly overwhelming in the small space. “Ridiculous? Me? I’m just asking for what every good partner deserves after an exhausting day: affection!”

“Affection?” Suguru groaned, pulling his arm from around you and making a face. “You’ve been on that damn mission for three days and you still want cuddles when you come home?”

Satoru sat down between you two, completely unbothered by the half-hearted protests from both of you. He immediately leaned back against Suguru, head falling to his shoulder, looking up at you expectantly.

“Yes,” Satoru said dramatically, his voice full of mock indignation. “Cuddles. I want to feel loved after saving the world and doing all the heavy lifting while some people are just lounging around.” He paused, shooting Suguru a playful look, which Suguru only returned with a deadpan stare.

You couldn't help but smile, shaking your head at how effortlessly the dynamic between the three of you shifted back into something comfortable—familiar.

“Well,” you said, slipping back into the embrace with Suguru, “I guess if you’re so insistent, there’s room for one more.”

Satoru’s grin grew wider, as he wiggled his way in beside you, effectively sandwiching you between the two of them.

“There it is,” he said smugly, finally removing his sunglasses and revealing the tiredness hidden behind his playful demeanor.

The three of you stayed like that for a while—quiet, content, and wrapped in the soft, familiar comfort that only existed when it was just the three of you together. A moment that seemed as though it could last forever.

Until, of course, Suguru broke the silence, his voice lighter now.

“You’re an idiot.”

Satoru shrugged, unbothered. “Yeah, but I’m your idiot.”

And for a moment, it felt like everything was right in the world again.

The memory shattered like glass, the warmth and comfort fading with a sharpness that left her breathless.

Your eyes blinked back into the present, and Satoru’s concerned face loomed in front of you, his hand gently waving in front of your face.

“Hey,” he said softly, his voice laced with concern. “You okay?” His brow furrowed, eyes scanning your face. “You zoned out for a second there.”

It took you a moment to regain your bearings, to push the remnants of the past back where they belonged. You shook your head slightly, forcing a smile. “I’m fine. Just... thinking.”

Satoru didn’t look convinced, but he nodded slowly. “Thinking about what? You sure the patrol went okay last night?” He glanced at you, his tone casual but the edge of worry not completely masked.

“I’m fine, really,” you reassured him, voice steady now, though there was a slight tremor in your chest that you couldn’t quite shake off. “Patrol was fine. Nothing out of the ordinary.”

Satoru studied you for a beat longer, then sighed, clearly not buying it but deciding not to press the issue. He gave you a gentle smile, his usual playful energy returning.

“Well, if you say so,” he replied, his voice lightening. “But if anything was wrong, you know you can always tell me, right?”

You nodded, giving him a small smile in return. He reached out, ruffling your hair affectionately, his touch warm and familiar.

But even as he leaned back, the weight of Suguru's presence, and the memory of what he'd asked you, lingered like a shadow in the back of your mind.

“You know what? No matter what the higher-ups say, we’re taking the day off. Just you, me, some snuggling, and bonding. No missions, no cursed shit. Just us.”

The suggestion caught you off guard, but a soft laugh bubbled up from your chest despite yourself. “Are you serious?” you asked, raising an eyebrow. “You really think we can get away with that?”

Satoru grinned widely, throwing his arms up dramatically as if the world was his to command. “Who cares? We’ve earned it. I’ve earned it especially after everything that’s happened. So, what do you say? Let’s forget it all for a little while, yeah?”

His words were so simple, but the offer was too tempting to resist. The chaos, the responsibilities, everything that had piled up over the past few days felt so distant in that moment. It was just the two of you, and maybe—for just a little while—that was enough.

You smiled, feeling lighter than you had in days, and for the first time in a while, you allowed yourself to relax. “I guess I can’t really argue with that,” you said, sinking into the couch beside him.

Satoru’s eyes lit up with his usual spark of mischief, and he stretched out even further, settling comfortably against the cushions with a satisfied sigh. “Exactly. Just you and me. No missions. No cursed shit. We can pretend for a little while that everything’s fine.”

It was a rare moment of peace, and for a moment, the weight of everything else seemed to lift. You couldn’t remember the last time you’d allowed yourself to just… be. But in this moment, with Satoru by your side, it felt like it was all you needed. No need to worry about the rest of the world for now.

And for the first time in a while, you let yourself breathe.

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[lilypadlys]

Physical Affection Ghoul Headcanons

Cirrus:

Giving: Massages. Has a masseuse license and everything. Really good at reading her packmates and knowing if they’re in pain or if a good rub down would take the edge off their stress. Her skills a wonderful asset when everyone is sore and tired during tour season

Receiving: Loves just being able to lay with someone. Someone else pulling her into their arms makes her feel like she can give herself permission to rest and just be. It's not doing anything, not needing to be anything, but just being held close that's so wonderful to her.

Cumulus:

Giving: Back rubs and scratches. She keeps her nails long, just glamoured so her talons are more blunt like regular human nails. Gives the best scalp massages too. Sometimes it’s more involved like a back rub while cuddling with someone. Other times she’ll quietly come up to someone while they’re working or talking to someone else and give them a back scratch. Often no words are exchanged. The “I love you” is inherent in the action.

Receiving: Loves having her hair played with. It’s so fluffy and soft and no one can keep their hands out of it for long. Literally will purr so loud. Everybody has learned how to be gentle with it so they're all careful to avoid catching their fingers in snags. After she washes it, the other ghoulettes will descend to help her detangle it and it just feels so nice to have three sets of hands combing through it at once.

Sunshine:

Giving: Very huggy and cuddly. Her first impulse is to hug, almost regardless of the situation. Just very tactile. Everyone loves it cause she’s always so warm.

Receiving: Also loves getting hugs. Loves to sit in another ghoul’s lap or be the little spoon and just wrap his arms around them and smush her face into them. Snuggling into another ghoul is one of the few times she can sit still and not be overwhelmed by her nervous energy.

Aurora:

Giving: Kisses. Smooches everyone on the cheek/lips in the morning and before they go to bed. Makes the taller ghouls bend down for her (she will pout if they don’t). No day is complete without her lip gloss of the day making it onto everyone else.

Receiving: Just wants to be carried like the princess she is. Loves when Aether or Mountain hoist her up on their shoulders or when Cumulus and Swiss bridal carry her. It means she can trust her packmates to support her and not let her fall.

Dewdrop:

Giving: Gentle headbutts. As stoic and Dew seems, he’s actually very playful when he wants to be. A left over habit from his shyer water ghoul days, he still uses headbutts to get attention not unlike a cat.

Receiving: Linking tails. Dew can be touchy about personal space so if he’s not expecting or desiring physical contact, it can ruffle him. He likes physical affection, just on his terms. Someone wrapping their tail around his is a good compromise and from there he can choose to initiate more if he’s up for it.

Rain:

Giving: Scenting. Water ghouls have the most keen noses of all the elements so Rain is constantly burying his face in his packmate’s hair, necks, or chests so their smell will rub off on him. Everyone giggles at how he throws his whole body into nuzzling someone or how he’ll just wrap himself around another ghoul when cuddling.

Receiving: Holding hands. Like otters, water ghoul packs will hold hands and link tails to keep from losing each other when they sleep or when the already tumultuous waters of the pits become even more violent. Especially when weaving through the chaotic backstage of venues, at least one ghoul makes a point of grabbing Rain’s hand; making them both feel a bit more grounded.

Mountain:

Giving: Loves to give forehead kisses. He also likes to hug his pack mates from behind and rest his chin between their horns. He’ll ask what they're up to, and they’ll giggle at how the sound of his voice rumbles through his chest.

Receiving: Absolutely weak for scalp scritches. Literally becomes putty. He doesn’t often get them casually because he’s so tall. Cumulus and Aether make a point of playing with his hair when they cuddle and everyone else is happy to if he asks.

Aether:

Giving: Kisses and hair tousles. Rain, Phantom, Sunshine, Swiss and Aurora like having their hair ruffled. For Mountain, Cirrus, Cumulus, and Dew, he opts for forehead kisses.

Receiving: Likes being laid on and used as a pillow. Absolutely adores when his packmates fall asleep when cuddling with him. He’s glad he makes them feel safe. His favorite is when they fall asleep laying on his chest because they end up acting like adorable purry weighted blankets. He also likes when they knead at his stomach as they get comfortable because it’s so cute.

Swiss:

Giving: Playful swats and love bites. All meant lovingly of course. It's not uncommon for him to whack his packmate’s asses with his tail or for them to sport hickies from him from little love bites he’ll give, just cause. They all adore it and laugh about it.

Receiving: Hugs. Bro just needs to be held sometimes. Because of his cheery front, he’s often the one holding the others but he craves that affection just the same. He’s getting better about asking for hugs when he needs them.

Phantom:

Giving: He learned about giving headbutts as affection from Dew. Unfortunately he all but throws his whole weight into bashing his skull into you. First time he did it to Swiss, the multi ghoul thought he wanted to play fight, not cuddle. Everyone lets him do it because they find it endearing, but they all wonder if he’s ever gonna accidentally concuss himself.

Receiving: Straight from the pit, Phantom would take whatever he could get. Topside, he’s finding out about all the wonderful ways of showing affection. His favorite probably has to be whole pack cuddle piles. Being surrounded by warm purring bodies feels so safe and comforting.

[not-magdi]

-take care of you / ben Shelton

Warnings: none, flu?

Words: 616

Reading Time: 4min

Request: could you do another where ben takes care of a sick reader? maybe reader takes care of him? also ur writing is so amazing omg

I'm so sorry for not posting for a while but I'm drowning in exams and sadly didn't have the time, but I'll try to write a bit <3

The moment Ben stepped into their apartment, he knew something was wrong. Normally, by this time of day, Y/N would either be curled up on the couch watching something or coming up to greet him. But today, the apartment was eerily quiet.

Frowning, he kicked off his shoes and made his way down the hall, gently pushing open the bedroom door.

Y/N was barely visible under a pile of blankets, only the top of her head and the tip of her nose peeking out. Her face was flushed, her breathing uneven, and when she turned her head slightly to look at him, she let out a hoarse groan.

"Hey, babe," she croaked, her voice scratchy and weak. "I think I’m dying."

Ben's heart clenched at how miserable she looked. He quickly moved to the bed, crouching beside her and brushing a few damp strands of hair from her forehead.

"You’re burning up," he murmured, concern heavy in his voice. "Why didn’t you text me?"

Y/N gave a weak shrug. "Didn’t wanna bother you."

Ben scoffed, shaking his head. "You could never bother me."

She closed her eyes, sniffling, and he pressed a soft kiss to her warm forehead before standing up.

"Alright, you stay here—actually, you don’t really have a choice, you look like you can’t even move. I’m gonna grab some medicine, food, and one of my hoodies. I know you like them when you’re sick."

Y/N hummed in approval, barely able to keep her eyes open.

Ben returned a few minutes later, balancing a glass of water, some flu medicine, a bowl of soup, and one of his thick hoodies—the one she always stole because, as she put it, "it smells like you, and it’s the comfiest thing ever."

He set everything down and carefully helped her sit up. She groaned at the movement, her head falling against his shoulder.

"I feel like a puddle," she muttered.

Ben smiled softly, kissing the top of her head. "You kinda look like one, too."

She attempted to glare at him but was too weak to pull it off.

"Here, take this first," he said, handing her the medicine and the glass of water.

Y/N wrinkled her nose but obediently swallowed the pills, chasing them down with a few sips of water. She groaned at the taste and shuddered.

Ben chuckled. "Yeah, I know. Disgusting. But it’ll help."

He grabbed the hoodie and gently pulled it over her head, helping her slip her arms through the sleeves. Y/N sighed the moment it was on, snuggling into the warm fabric.

"Better?" he asked.

She nodded sleepily. "Smells like you."

Ben grinned. "That’s the point."

Once she had eaten a few spoonfuls of soup, he decided she needed a change of scenery. Carefully, he scooped her up, ignoring her weak protests, and carried her to the couch. He settled in, letting her lay fully on top of him, her cheek resting against his chest.

Y/N let out a long sigh. "This is nice," she mumbled, already half-asleep.

Ben smiled, wrapping his arms around her and rubbing small circles on her back. "Yeah? Want me to rub your head? I know it hurts."

She made a small noise of approval, and Ben gently started massaging her scalp, his fingers threading through her hair in slow, soothing motions. Y/N practically melted against him.

"If I weren’t so sick, I’d marry you for this," she muttered.

Ben chuckled, pressing a kiss to her temple. "Good to know."

As she drifted off, Ben kept holding her, massaging her scalp every few minutes, just content to have her close. If he got sick, he got sick. Taking care of her was worth it.

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Hope you enjoyed it !! ❤️🎾

[minorlyatfault]

I GUESS I'M STUCK FOREVER BY THE GLUE... OH, AND YOU! w. bennett x f!reader

𝓢ynopsis: wes bennett + endless kisses = no escape.

𝓦arnings: grammatical errors. ooc. making out. NAWT proofread.

𝓝otes:

001. i miss wes bennett.

002. i luv wes bennett.

003. i adore wes bennett.

004. i want wes bennett.

005. i need wes bennett.

"that went well," you say, flopping onto your bed with a dramatic sigh. earlier, you had dragged wes to the mall with one intention: purchasing makeup. at first, it was a good idea▰harmless, even▰but then it struck you. you took wes bennett. to the mall. to go shopping for makeup. he didn't pull any tricks that either made your heart flutter or irritate you.(in a good way.)

you should have seen the disaster coming a mile away.

"surprisingly," you add, gazing up at the ceiling.

wes, who had flung himself onto the bed next to you, rolls his head with an skeptical expression. "surprisingly?" he repeats, as if you insulted his entire family bloodline.

you snort, rolling onto your side & spreading your arms in welcome. he doesn't even hesitate▰because,, of course he doesn't. rather than just snuggling into you like usual, though, he flat out collapses, laying all of his weight on you.

"oomph▰" you gasp, instinctively pinching his side.

he yelps, twitching a little before laughing against your neck. his entire body convulses with it, & you can feel it more than you can hear it.

"wes bennett, if you ever do that again, i swear i will make you bald," you warn, scowling at the top of his head.

he steps back just far enough to smile at you, dark eyes sparkling with humor. "would you, though?"

you pause.

"..no," you confess, with a dramatic sigh. "wouldn't like my very own boyfriend to be bald."

he beams in victory. "so you're admitting you date me because i'm cute?" he jokingly teases. "that hurts, cherrypop."

before you can protest, he lowers his head, kissing a slow, lingering one to the side of your neck. his mouth is warm, & the touch causes an automatic shiver down your back.

you hit at his arm, face flaming. "shut up, you know what i meant."

he laughs once more, though this time he doesn't pull away. he simply leans against you, head in the crook of your neck, arms wrapped close around your waist. it's easy▰comfortable. your hands go into his messy hair almost without thinking, & you begin to run them through the strands, twirling the ends loosely.

for a moment, there is silence.

then, he lifts his face up.

his eyes lock with yours, & god, he looks so fucking amazing like this. his freckles stand out in the warm light of your room, almost not seen little dots scattered over his nose & cheekbones. his lashes▰that’s probably longer than yours▰throw weak shadows on his skin. he's gazing at you like you hung the stars.

you don't know who makes the first move, but then his lips are on yours.

the kiss is gentle. slow. it's not desperate or hasty, just wes kissing you in a way that makes your heart stutter. one of his hands comes up, holding your face, fingers weaving through your hair.

when you finally pull away, your foreheads remain pressed together, breathing heavily in your still room.

"hi," you whisper, smiling slightly.

he snorts. "hi, pretty girl."

then, he begins to press short, rapid kisses to your lips repeatedly & repeatedly & repeatedly.

"wes▰" kiss.

you sigh. already aware you're not going to be able to win this. rather than attempting to stop him, you simply move closer, arms around his shoulders, allowing him to kiss you as frequently as he desires.

his heat is omnipresent, his smell surrounding you like a blanket. his hand wanders from your hair to your midsection, fingers tracing over the material of your hoodie as he slows his kisses.

after that, he breaks off.

"done?" you ask, fingers running through his waves.

he hums, tilting his head to rest on your chest. his other hand finds yours, fingers interlacing as he brings your joined hands to his lips, pressing soft kisses to your knuckles.

you raise an eyebrow. “so, you’re just gonna keep giving me kisses everywhere now?”

“yes,” he says simply. & continues.

you laugh, squeezing his hand. well, at least your evening ends with an excess of kisses from your boyfriend rather than an excess of stupid homework.

© minorlyatfault, 2025

[miradelletarot]

I want Gale for Mother's Day. I deserve him.

[armoredone]

prompts ( always accepting ) @vonbirden: ❛  no matter what, i'll always have your back.  ❜

Was Connie even aware of the magnitude behind his words? Reiner had long since given up hope on being forgiven, on being cared for like he once had when he was playing his game of deceit. Where he pretended to be someone who was reliable, someone who was a friend, someone who loved those around him. And yet Jean forgave him, Armin, and Connie, forgiveness was a grand gesture, one that Reiner truly felt he didn't deserve and yet Connie sat by his side now, their roles in the new world since the Rumbling a giant unknown. They had no idea how long they'd be welcome back in Paradis, if their hopes of peace would last, and yet seeking comfort with one another during their quiet moments not filled with discussions with the Queen or helping the construction of new homes was a solace, moments they refused to take for granted.

Reiner peers at him, the two of them sat side by side on a bench overlooking a pond that wasn't very far from Connie's childhood home. They would be needed back with the rest of their group soon, but taking a few days to rest their minds and visit loved ones was necessary for both morale and respite. Reiner could have stayed behind in the city, locked himself away in his room at the inn and take his meals alone, a part of him wished for such, but Connie had invited him, and for what it was worth he never could find it in his heart to deny him, even when they were cadets.

Warmth pools into his stomach, his cheeks heated, and he attempts to remain as casual as possible even though a part of him wanted to break down and sob. Connie should have never forgiven him, he was far too good to even breathe the same air as him. He didn't deserve his friendship. And yet when he glances over and sees the earnestness behind Connie's gaze, his treacherous thoughts are forgotten in favor of smiling brightly.

Reiner knew he was walking on eggshells whenever he showed any physical affection for Connie in general, he'd picked up on Connie's reflection with humor rather quickly, but this time he allows his fingers to thread with Connie's, warm and strong hands that once pushed the same man to safety from the jaws of a titan. The hands of someone who cared and loved deeply for the other. " Thank you. " He rumbles out, voice soft. " And I plan on spending the rest of my life reminding you that you'll never lose me ever. Not again. " He pauses, staring ahead out at the pond, his cheeks now a harsher red. " I'll never turn my back on you again, Connie. . . "

[killuaisaprincess]

🥒

“You just wanted Gon to open that for you.”

Killua’s expression falls, and he puffs out his cheeks.

“N-No, I didn’t! Isn’t that right, Nanika?”