#just get a HUG or a CUDDLE but to do that i had to have sex (OR SO I THOUGHT BC I HAVE NO BOUNDARIES)

[r1elle]

a different type of affection | a. miya

throughout your relationship, there were times where atsumu had questioned your love for him.

your expressions seemed almost… ‘smaller’ than his. your words lacked the sweet sayings that his sentences would often have.

the way you’d glare at him whenever he did something annoying, (did you not find it funny? he only meant well..)

the amount of times you’d tell him to get off of you whenever he would be drenched with sweat after practices, (when all he wanted to do was hug you after a long day!)

or the fact that you get too hot when cuddling and eventually let go of him, (is it so much of a hassle to stay in his hold?)

but the more that atsumu stuck around, the more that he had noticed the details.

the quiet chuckle and relieved smile that you’d silently give after staring at him—indicating that whatever ridiculous thing he did was the first thing to leave a positive impression on your tiresome day.

the way that, even with the amount of times you’ve complained about him being ‘dirty’, you were always the first one to throw yourself onto his sweaty figure after every game, hugging him regardless of if he had won or not.

the light kiss that you’d plant on his forehead whenever you left his hold, purposely not putting too much pressure so as to not wake him—and how you’d slightly panic when he’d grumble to himself even just a little bit.

and if anyone were to tell him that there would be so much more realizations about you and your ways of showing love, he would’ve felt like less of an idiot in the long run.

so much things became clearer to him.

the way his baby picture was the main picture in your wallet.

the way your onigiri started to ‘coincidentally’ taste exactly how osamu’s did—just how atsumu liked it.

the way his favourite toothpaste suddenly became your toothpaste after he once commented how he didn’t like the taste of your old one.

the way how, when once passing by a room in your house, the sound effects of the video game he had excitedly introduced to you was suddenly being heard, despite the fact that you both had to stop playing the other day because of how bad you were.

and how you were oddly decent at it the next day when you told him you wanted to “try playing a second time”.

honestly? this wasn’t even the whole of it. not even close.

if there was ever something atsumu regretted within the course of your relationship, it was the fact that he was once in the belief that it was solely him ‘putting the effort’.

there was never a need to question your love.

not at all, not ever.

and atsumu made it an everyday vow to make sure you would never doubt, either.

— “i love you.”

“eh?”

“what? i love you.”

“that was random.”

“cant i profess my love?”

“we’re quite literally in an insurance office…?”

“so?”

“…”

“i love you too.”

made this in honour of the fl’s who’s display of love is never talked abt by the fandom bc the ml overshadows them 🙏🏽

guys are u tired of me making atsumu imagines yes or no (don’t say yes pleas)

I WANNA WRITE FOR A DIFFERENT CHARACTER SOON💔.. after exams guys trust.

[lvnleah]

viv’s move to manchester.

this series masterlist can be found here!

The day you helped Viv move into her new apartment in Manchester felt strange from the start. The drive had been quiet, except for the sound of Myle panting softly in the backseat. You held Twix tightly, watching your iPad in the back seat as Beth drove. Beth had packed up a few bits into the boot and you were taking them up to Manchester for Viv’s new apartment. 

When you arrived, Viv was already outside waiting. She waved when she saw the car, her big smile making your heart feel warm. But even though you were excited to see her, you didn’t like the way the moving truck behind her made everything feel different.

The offer from Manchester City was a tough decision to make for Viv. She had offers from all over the place, even outside of the country, and she’d talked about it thoroughly with Beth and all of your family. There was no chance she was leaving England because they knew it’d be too much for you. 

Manchester had the same priorities as Viv and although it was a few hour's drive, the train didn’t take as long. Manchester was too far away for Viv to stay living in London so a few weeks ago her and Beth went flat hunting while you stayed with Leah and Buddy. The new flat was really nice and you even had your own bedroom. 

“Hey, mijn meisje,” Viv said, crouching down to hug you as soon as you got out of the car. “And there’s Twix too! Did you keep him safe for me?”

You nodded and held Twix up for her to see. “He missed you, so did I!”

“I missed you too,” she said, scooping you up for a cuddle before setting you down. 

Inside the flat, everything felt too new. The walls were plain, the floors were shiny, and there weren’t any pictures or toys like at home. You followed Viv and Beth as they unpacked boxes, helping where you could. Myle trotted around, sniffing every corner like she was trying to figure out if this was her new home too.

“Where’s your bed, Mamma?” you asked after a while, clutching Twix to your chest.

Viv pointed to a room down the hall. “It’s in there, but we have to put it together first. Want to help me?”

You nodded and spent the next hour handing her screws and holding pieces of wood while she and Beth worked. When the bed was finally done, you climbed onto it with Twix, testing it out. It felt soft and big, but it didn’t feel like Beth and Viv’s bed at home.

As the day went on, the apartment started to look more like home. Viv hung up a few family photos in the living room, and Beth helped her organize the kitchen. You even put one of your drawings on the fridge, right in the middle where Viv promised it would stay. 

But when it was time to leave a few days later, your stomach started to hurt. You followed Viv to the door, holding her hand tightly.

“Do we have to go?” you asked quietly.

Viv crouched down so she was at eye level with you. “You and Mummy need to go back home, mijn meisje. But you’ll see me at the weekend, and I’ll call you every day. Okay?”

Tears pricked your eyes, and you clutched Twix tightly. “You come back with us? Please?”

Viv’s face softened, and she pulled you into a hug. “I wish I could, Roo. But this is my new home now while I play football.”

You didn’t say anything, just buried your face in her shoulder and held onto her as tightly as you could.

Beth’s voice was soft when she spoke from the door. “Come on, Roo. We need to get going.”

Myle whined as if she didn’t want to leave either, and you couldn’t stop the tears from falling as you said goodbye. Viv kissed your forehead and promised again that you’d see her in a few days, but it didn’t make leaving any easier.

The car ride home was quiet again, except this time, you didn’t let go of Twix. Your chest felt tight, and even Myle’s gentle nudges against your hand didn’t help as you watched your iPad again. 

By the time you were back in London, it was late, and the ache in your chest hadn’t gone away. Beth tried everything to cheer you up—she made your favourite dinner, read extra bedtime stories, and even let Myle curl up on the rug in your room. But nothing worked.

The first night without Viv proved harder than Beth anticipated. She’d known it would be rough for both you and her, but nothing could have prepared her for just how much you would both miss Viv’s presence in the house.

You were curled up in her bed, clutching Twix trying to fall asleep. Beth had tucked you in hours ago, reading you three bedtime stories instead of the usual one. But it didn’t help. “Mummy,” your small voice called from your room.

Beth sighed, putting down the tea she hadn’t touched. She padded into your room, finding you sat up in bed, your cheeks streaked with silent tears.

“I want Mamma,” you whispered, your voice trembling.

Beth’s chest ached. She sat down beside you in bed and pulled you onto her lap, “I know, baby. I miss her too.”

“Why can’t she stay here?” You sniffled, burying your face against Beth’s chest. 

Beth rubbed your back gently. “Mamma has her new club in Manchester, remember? And Manchester is a long, long, loonggg way from London, isn’t it? So Mamma needs to stay at her new flat in Manchester but I promise we’ll call her in the morning. How does that sound, eh?”

You shook her head. “I don’t wanna call her. I wan’ her here now!”

The tears spilt out before you could stop them. Your chest felt tight and hot, and it was hard to breathe between the sobs. Beth held you close and rocked you back and forth, whispering how much Viv loved you, but it didn’t help. The ache didn’t go away.

Eventually, you heard Beth sigh. She pulled back a little so she could look at you. “Alright, how about this? Just for tonight, we’ll do something special. Want to eat pizza in bed and watch Tangled?”

You blinked at her through your tears. “In bed?”

“In bed,” Beth said with a small smile. “But only this one time. Deal?”

You sniffled and nodded. “Okay. But I want plain pizza.”

“Plain pizza it is,” she said, wiping your cheeks with her sleeve.

When the pizza came, you carried Twix into Beth’s room and climbed onto her big bed with Myle. She set up her laptop at the end of the bed, and you snuggled under the covers while Rapunzel sang about her tower. Beth handed you a slice of pizza on a napkin, and you took tiny bites, feeling a little less sad with every bite.

By the time Flynn Rider started singing, your eyelids were heavy. You rested your head against Beth’s chest, feeling warm and safe. Twix was tucked under your chin, and Beth’s voice hummed quietly along to the music.

Before the movie ended, you were already asleep.

The next few weeks weren’t easy. You struggled to adjust to Viv being away despite seeing her on the weekends and talking to her multiple times a day. Little things set you off—spilling juice, not finding Twix in the morning, or even the sound of Beth saying “no.” Each tantrum seemed bigger than the last, and Beth tried her hardest to stay patient, even when she felt like crying herself.

Things didn’t seem to get any better. Beth had to go to training, and you had to go with her, which you weren’t thrilled about. As soon as you got to the training ground, you crossed your arms and pouted. You didn’t want to be there. You didn’t want to do anything. You just wanted to go home. 

So you decided to plop yourself down on the floor and refuse to move from the hallway outside of the changing rooms. 

Beth noticed right away. “Roo, come on, munchkin,” she said gently, bending down to look at you. “It’ll be fun, I promise. The team will be happy to see you.”

You shook your head as the tears began to bubble up. “I don’t want to stay here. I want Mamma.”

Beth sighed, she had been trying so hard to keep things normal, but it wasn’t working. She was tired, too and felt like crying at any given moment. 

You lay on your back, tears flowing down your face as you kicked your legs around. “I want Mamma!”

“I didn’t do it,” you heard Monkey say as her and Leah came out of the changing room. “You have no proof I did it.”

Leah raised an eyebrow, crossing her arms with a small, knowing smile. “Oh yeah, course, none at all,” she said, her tone dripping with sarcasm.

Monkey shrugged innocently, but before she could say anything else, she spotted you still lying on the floor, tears streaming down your face. Her expression softened instantly, and she looked down at you. 

“Why the glum face, kid?” she asked. “I’m here! The party can begin!”

Beth shot her a sharp look. “Not the time, Monkey.”

Beth looked up and caught Leah’s eye. The silent exchange between them was brief but loaded: I’m at my wit’s end. Leah nodded, crouching down to your level and softening her voice.

“Hi, Roo,” Leah said gently, pushing a strand of stray hair out of your face. “You’re not having such a good day, are you? Do you want to tell Auntie Le what’s wrong?”

You shook your head, hugging Twix tighter and sniffling. Leah stayed patient, giving you a moment. “Come on, sweetie,” she coaxed. “There’s no need for tears. Where’s our happy little Roo gone, eh? I happen to know there’s a special cake in the canteen with your name on it. Shall we go and have a look?”

You sniffled again, peeking at her through watery eyes. “Chocolate?”

“Oh of course,” Leah said, her lips curling into a small, reassuring smile. “Only the best for you!”

Your lip wobbled, but you slowly reached out to take Leah’s hand, clutching Twix with your other arm. Beth let out a quiet sigh of relief as she stood back up.

“You get changed,” Leah said over her shoulder, scooping you up onto her hip. “I’ve got her for a bit.”

Beth hesitated, getting a glare from Leah as if to say “you need five minutes of peace”, before nodding gratefully and heading to the locker room.

In the canteen, Leah found a quiet table for the two of you and set you up with a slice of chocolate cake. You poked at it with your fork before taking a tiny bite, still clutching Twix protectively.

Leah watched you quietly for a moment before leaning closer. “You miss your Mamma, don’t you, huh?” she asked softly, her tone understanding.

You nodded, not looking up.

“It’s hard when someone you love moves away,” Leah continued, her voice calm and soothing. “But you’re so brave, you know that? Your Mamma misses you too, more than anything. And you’ll see her soon, I promise.”

You sniffled, taking another bite of cake. “She said she’d call tonight.”

“She will,” Leah said, smiling gently. “And when she does, you can tell her all about how you had chocolate cake and hung out with your cool Auntie Le.”

“Monks said you're not cool!” You giggled before hiccuping. 

Leah gasped in mock offense, “Oh did she now?”

“She said you’re bossy!” you said, a small giggle breaking through your sniffles.

Leah leaned back in her chair, “Well, Monkey clearly doesn’t know what cool is. I mean, who just helped you find chocolate cake, huh? That’s peak coolness right there!”

You giggled again, the sound making Leah smile in relief. “Okay… maybe you’re a little cool.”

“A little?!” Leah said, pretending to be scandalized. “Roo, you’re killing me here.”

You smiled shyly, taking another bite of cake, “You get me cake again when I’ sad next? Then you’re cool!”

Leah chuckled. “Deal, but don’t tell Monks. She’ll want in on the cake action, and we can’t have that can we, eh? She’ll be eating all of it!”

You smiled a little wider, the tears from earlier drying on your cheeks. Leah ruffled your hair lightly. “That’s my girl. Now, finish that cake so we can boss everyone in at training, yeah?”

By the time Beth came into the canteen, she was changed and ready for training. “You feeling better now, munchkin?”

You nodded, your cheeks still a little puffy from crying, “Auntie Le’s cool. She got me chocolate cake!”

Beth arched an eyebrow, glancing at Leah with mock suspicion. “Oh, she did, did she? Are you trying to bribe my kid, Le?”

Leah grinned. “Not bribing. Just being the cool Auntie, apparently.”

Beth crouched down beside you, brushing a hand over your hair. “I’m glad you’re feeling better, munchkin. Why don’t you go get some toys to take outside with you, yeah?”

You nodded before slipping off of your chair and running over to the little toy box that was for you and Buddy. 

Beth sat down next to Leah with a sigh, “Thanks, Le. How are you so good at this?”

Leah chuckled, “Tantrums are a daily occurrence in my house these days. You can return the favour when Buddy has a meltdown over the crusts not being cut off her sandwich next time."

The next few days were easier but still tough. You still had tantrums over little things but they weren’t as full blown. Nights proved to be the toughest though, so Beth had just given in and let you sleep in her bed cuddle up to her. She was doing anything to make sure you were happy. 

Beth tried her best to keep the routine as stable as possible, with the team stepping in to help where they could. She decided to take you and Myle to Manchester to visit Viv for the weekend with Vic tagging along. You were so excited you barely slept the night before, waking up at the crack of dawn to pack Twix and your favourite toys into your backpack.

The drive up was a lot livelier this time, with Vic sitting in the backseat with you, telling silly stories that made you giggle endlessly. Myle seemed to pick up on your excitement, her tail wagging as she rested her head on your lap.

When you arrived at Viv’s flat, she was waiting outside with a wide smile, just like the last time. “There’s my mijn meisje!” she called out, kneeling down to scoop you up the moment you jumped out of the car.

“Mamma!” you squealed, wrapping your arms tightly around her neck.

Myle barked happily, pulling at her lead as Beth got her out of the car. “Alright, alright, Myle, calm down,” Beth said, laughing as Myle bounced over to Viv, tail wagging furiously.

“You survived the journey then?” Viv teased as Vic climbed out of the car, stretching dramatically.

“Barely,” Vic joked, ruffling your hair as you clung to Viv. “Your kid’s got a lot of energy, you know that?”

“Tell me about it,” Beth muttered, shaking her head but smiling fondly.

“Hi, liefde.” Viv smiled as Beth threw her arms around the pair of you. 

“Oh god, you don’t know how much I’ve missed you,” Beth mumbled into Viv’s neck. 

Inside the flat, everything felt better with Viv there. She’d decorated a little since your last visit, there were more pictures on the walls, and your drawing was still front and centre on the fridge. She’d even set up your bedroom with some of your favourite toys and new bedding which had a princess on it. 

“Look!” Viv said, leading you to the room. “I got this just for you.”

Your eyes widened as you saw the new bedding. “It’s Princess!” you squealed, running over to touch it. “Mamma, it’s my favourite!”

“I know,” Viv said, kneeling beside you. “I wanted you to feel like this is your home too.”

You threw your arms around her neck, hugging her tightly. “It does! It’s perfect!”

The weekend was full of laughter and cuddles. Viv took you to a nearby park where you played on the swings and slid down the slides with her cheering you on. That evening the four of you, plus Myle and Twix, snuggled up on the couch to watch a movie. You fell asleep halfway through, curled up between Viv and Beth, Twix tucked under your arm.

“I think someone’s tired!” Beth giggled, nodding towards you as you practically laid on top of Viv. 

Viv smiled, brushing your hair away from your face before placing a kiss on your forehead, “Yeah, it’s been a long week for her.”

[azrielbrainrot]

I was thinking a possible, sleeping in the same bed, as they’d often do, but one morning waking up cuddling, but with Azriel? I'm dying to see him waking up to the reader latched on and having a break through about it. Maybe even the reader waking up and being embarrassed but leading to a confession? 👀

Close to You

Pairing: Azriel x F!Reader

Word Count: ~0,7k

A/N: I hope you enjoy this, I didn't really add a proper confession because it didn't really fit in this moment so I hope that's okay. Thank you so much for sending it in!

It's not often that Azriel sleeps through the night. In fact it's so rare that he's genuinely surprised that the faint rays of the sun shining through his curtains greet him when he opens his eyes, so much so that it takes him a moment to blink the sleepiness out of his eyes and notice that someone was currently curled into him, still sound asleep.

His heart starts racing in his chest when he looks down only to be met with the crown of your head. Your face was pressed against his neck, hidden away from his sight, your slow breaths hitting his skin, chest moving against his. Your arm was draped over his torso and his mirrored yours, keeping each other as close as possible. All he could see, smell and feel was you.

It's not the first or the second time you've shared a bed, he had long since lost count on how many times it had happened for reasons varying from getting only one room at an inn when out on a mission to staying up so late talking that it's easier to just lay down and sleep instead of moving to your own room.

Last night you had fallen asleep in the sitting room when Cassian and Mor's stories had dragged on too long and Azriel ended up bringing you to his room, not wanting to wake you up and fly you down to your house when his bed was always available to you.

He swears he didn't fall asleep so close to you though, and he was also pretty sure that he had tucked you in on the other side of the bed. It seems you had both moved closer in your sleep, seeking each other's warmth, maybe something else.

Azriel was never a huge fan of cuddling, letting someone that close was too hard for him, it felt too intimate, too raw, but that was never the case with you. He had never worried when you hugged him close, or reached for his scarred hand, carded your fingers through his hair with a beautiful smile playing at your lips, even now, when you're hugging each other so close it's hard to see where one ends and the other begins, he felt totally at ease.

The only thing he couldn't understand was the tremble in his chest, and the hesitation when he realized he needed to get up if he wanted to spar with Cassian. He was still trying to understand it when you started stirring, pressing your face even closer to him as a soft whine escaped you.

You were so close that he could feel your eyelashes caressing his skin as you tried to blink the sleep away, and the way your body immediately tenses up when you realize the position you were in, your heart racing as fast as his when you slowly push away from him, his arm tightening around your waist before his mind catches up to what he's doing.

Azriel had always known you were beautiful, exceedingly so, but when you looked up at him, eyes a bit wide and a sheepish smile tugging at your lips, the world seemed to stand still. How did it take him this long to notice?

“I'm sorry,” you whisper, voice still heavy with sleep. You try to move away again, but his arm only brings you closer, your eyes widening as you stare into his.

“What for?”

Azriel swears he could feel the shiver running down your spine when you hear his voice. Cauldron, he had been so blind. He cups your cheek, his thumb caressing your soft skin softly, your hand touching his chest, undoubtedly feeling the way his heart skips as he watches your face.

“For clinging to you,” you murmur. It sounded more like a question, like you expected his reaction to be different and didn't quite know what to do now.

Azriel only offers you a small smile, pulling you in closer and nuzzling into your hair, it widens when he feels your body relax against his, hugging him closer as well. Maybe he should try sleeping in for once, practice wasn't worth crawling out of bed for, certainly not worth not having you in his arms - he was starting to think nothing was.

“I'm the one clinging to you.”

[writingwisterias]

I know you have so many requests but can you whip up a delicious smut where chris and leon take the reader on different dates in a skimpy little skirt every other week and make her sit on their cocks in public?? They're fighting to see who can fill you up and make you squirm in the most deranged places without getting noticed, and the reader is just stuck, cockdrunk in the boys silly little game... 💝

Fuck Yes, I can...I need them both anyway! Sorry it took me a while I again wanted to flesh it out, I hope you enjoy it.

Warnings: SMUT, MDNI, Public Sex, Degradation Kink, Cock warming, Cow girl riding, Soft Dom! Leon, Dom Chris, Praise Kink Leon Kennedy x AFAB! Reader x Chris Redfield

You got the best of both worlds being in a relationship with them. As they both take different approaches in terms of their affection. It was rare you got to spend time all together and when you did, they were too tired. All of you opted for lazy sex or cuddles as you made them catch up on the movies you have missed. You got all around constant attention and in the grand scheme of things who was going to complain about that? One of them was always home, greeting you with some morning head, nibbles at your thigh and blissful orgasms. Leon always favoured your taste, his cock always spewing his pre cum against the sheets as he feasted upon you. Whilst Chris couldn’t wait to have you clenching around his cock, enjoying the way it split you open. It was perfect.  

Today, Leon was home. You watched him get dressed from where you perched on the bed. The blue shirt hugged his frame perfectly, the sleeves outlining each curve of his bicep. Proof of his endless fighting turning his form into a perfect chiselled statue that you got to look at. With how much you increased his ego over the years you were surprised he didn’t make you pray to it like he was a Greek statue. “Are you ready for our day out princess?” He spoke, watching you from the mirror he was currently in front of. Your pleated skirt fell around your thighs perfectly, just short enough that when you were sat it gave him easier access. The plaid material made his imagination run even more wild with plenty of sick fantasies, his cock twitching just at the thought.  

He had to wait though, he had plans for you today. What you didn’t know was that Chris was back in town. Spending the last few days in the office making sure the reports he needed to do were complete so he could spend more time with the two of you. You will find out soon, during lunch with Leon. “More than ready, I’m just waiting on you” You smirked, your legs kicking out in front of you creating a steady beat against the bed frame as they swung back against it. Leon watched you, the frill socks you had picked out looked perfect with the Mary Jane’s. 

Your style was one of the things he always loved about you. “You always show me up, I want to look like I tried this time” He retorted. You loved his smile and the banter you shared with Leon. The two of you often create bad puns as you walk around together, his one-liners coming out as bad dad jokes. It was something you couldn’t share with Chris, his grumpier more dominant attitude normally scoffed at the idea. Rolling his eyes instead of laughing - though you both swore you’ve seen him attempt to hide a smirk every once in a while. 

“You always look good but you should wear the black leather. You always look good in that one” You smiled, pointing towards the jacket hanging on the back of the door. Leon smiled again, a large toothy one showing off his perfect whites. His hand however moved for the jacket with the white stripes causing you to shake your head. “Why not? It will match your white socks” He commented, despite his apparent protest he still took off the jacket that you recommended. You rolled your eyes, hopping off the edge of the bed to meet him. His hands landed on your hips as he kissed you. The stubble coating his face tickling your cheeks as he began to pepper you with them.

“Enough, we have a reservation don’t we?” You giggled, pulling away to look at his face. Your fingers swiped away at a few strands of his hair away from his face. His hand grasped yours bringing the palm of yours to his lips. They were soft, the pressure light as he smiled against it. “Bossy today are we?” He teased, mumbling against the softness of your skin. Your giggle was cute as always causing the man to break out into a larger grin as he led you out the door. 

The diner as always was fairly busy, the guys favorite spot to eat due to the booths that gave them a small amount of privacy. Leon watched your expression change when you spotted Chris in the usual spot. The smile growing, your eyes lighting up with affection. It was cute. Your skirt lifted slightly as you did an awkward run to him showing off Leon’s favorite lacy thong. Of course you wore his favorite, after all Chris was just a surprise. Chris smirked from over your shoulder as he watched Leon adjust himself during his approach. “Surprise” Chris whispered, nipping at the skin on your neck enjoying how your frame tucked nicely into his. His display bothered the man behind you, despite their mutual love for you, the throple you seemed to act sometimes didn’t exist, only merely two men that fought for your attention and pussy. 

That's why when Chris slid back into the booth, you were tugged onto his lap. “I like the outfit today, sweetie” He whispered in your ear as you settled. His hands squeezed your thighs, inching further towards your covered cunt. The waitresses were used to this, you wouldn’t be surprised if you found out that they both tipped extra so they ignored what was going on. “Thank you, Leon thought it was cute too. He tried to match” You giggled. Chris gave off a low chuckle, lifting his eyes to the man that was opposite the two of you with an unamused look on his face. They ordered food quickly, the drinks leaving rings on the wooden table in front of you as you waited. All whilst this was happening Chris’ fingers now began to explore the dampened fabric of your underwear. He didn’t miss the floral lace design underneath his fingertips, tracing each petal in a teasing motion. 

Florals - that was Leon’s favorite. Irritation began to pulse through his system, his touch becoming possessive as he cupped your pussy. “Lift up a second sweetie” He instructed, stopping your pleasant conversation with Leon. You did as you were told, your obedience to Chris never faltered. You never teased or acted bratty with him - his punishments were far worse than Leon’s. You heard his fly unzip, his thighs bumping against the back of yours as he eased his hardened cock out. He tugged you back on his lap, making sure your thong was pulled to the side. You gasped when his cock slid in with ease, your arousal helping you adjust to his thick length. What Chris lacked in size he gained in girth. “Fuck, So tight” He chuckled as he adjusted his hips making them jolt up inside you. 

Leon smirked at your face, despite his cock not entering you he got the enjoyment of you trying to act casual and continue his conversation. At seeing all of your pretty faces as you did so. “You alright there darling? You haven’t even started to eat yet and you look a little…full” 

Your scowl was cute, the bit in your lip was cuter. Chris jolted his hips again the movements were shallow - not enough to give you the overwhelming pleasure you were used to. It was a slow build up. Your hips began to circle, desperately trying to at least get him to speed up. Hoping your movements would tease him and encourage him to go faster. It was working to your credit, the man had leaned back. His legs now man spread allowing you to have more range of motion. How something he initiated had become your issue to fix was beyond you. 

“No one is paying attention to you being such a cock slut it's okay. Just focus on making us both feel good” Chris whispered in your ear after having noticed your eyes watching the diner full of people. Your brain dissociates causing your movements to falter in case someone was watching. Leon shuffled in his chair, his hand palming himself lightly to get some ease on his cock. “Such a good girl, Now if you just cum we can eat” Chris whispered in your ear. “What about you?” You whimpered back. Even cock drunk you valued their own pleasure above yours, you wouldn’t cum until you knew Chris would. It was mostly the only bratty thing you would do. “You know I won’t miss the opportunity to cum inside you after Leon has had you for weeks. Gotta make sure you remember what I feel like. Now cum” 

Leon’s hard on was gone now, his face was unimpressed as Chris’ words made you cum. He watched your eyes roll back, your teeth tug at your lip to hide your whimpers. So Chris wanted to make it a competition then. Game on. 

It was hard to concentrate on the rest of their conversation and the food you were eating as Chris’ load dripped down your thighs. If you were paying attention to the conversation they were having you would have heard them arguing over where to go next, why Leon despite knowing Chris was going to be here let you wear his favorite underwear. You also didn’t miss the way that despite Chris currently having load dripping out of you his hand was splayed out possessively on your thigh, smudging the cum into your skin. Something Leon also didn’t fail to notice. 

The walk to the next place Leon got more touchy, his hand was around your waist tucking you into his side. His fingers teasing along the waistline of your skirt. He ignored any conversation you and Chris were having, opting to stay silent as he thought about burying his cock inside you – making sure that he gave you enough of his cum that you would forget about Chris’. 

The bar was dark as it always was. Your usual seat was taken, the larger booth that Chris normally scowled anyone away from. Leon didn’t feel like doing that today, instead opting for one of the more exposed tables near the wall. The window, despite being covered in vinyl, still provided minimal coverage. Maybe it was because he was angry or needed to prove a point but his cock was entering you as he tugged you on his lap. Something that happened so fast you barely registered him taking it out. Chris’ brows furrowed when you gasped, your knuckles turning white as Leon made sure you immediately bottomed out on him. His cock was longer, a slight curve to it that you loved so much as it moved against that spongy spot inside you. Of course he knew this. 

The music was louder tonight, any signs of what you were doing were hidden from the volume of the place. Your skirt worked wonders to hide what was going on. “You think I would let Chris just make you forget what I feel like once he’s back. Come on now Darling we both know who fills you up the best” Leon chuckled deeply in your ear. His breath causes you to flinch and jolt on his cock. Leon never needed to do any work, you just needed to squirm enough to do it yourself. He would never instruct you to do it like Chris. No he liked to play on the idea of you believing you are in control. It was more fun that way. 

Your orgasm with Leon was a slow game; he never rushed these things. He held you close making sure his lips or breath teased you, his fingers tickling your thighs and sides as he held a conversation with Chris about the man's latest mission. Your cheeks darkened in colour, the blood rushing to your head as you felt that coil tighten. He smiled as your hips moved on their own. To everyone else it just looked like you were getting comfy, but he could feel it. The way his tip grew deeper, each clench of your walls as you hit a spot you liked. Much like Chris earlier he didn’t do anything. Just sipped on the whiskey that made his head spin. 

“Such a good girl for the both of us today. Maybe we will have to treat you when we get home hmm?” Leon spoke as Chris left for the bathroom. His attention finally fell on you as he nipped at your neck. Hand closest to the wall slipping up your skirt to tease your clit. You both looked passionate, drunk as you made out in the back. No one is paying attention. It spurred you on that all someone had to do was look under the table to see what was happening. The way you rode Leon and his finger grateful circled your sensitive bud in return. 

“Do you like being this naughty? Doing this where everyone can see…me and Chris competing for your cunt. Such a naughty Slut” 

It was too much, his words made you spin. Chris’ chuckle as he made his way back opposite you. You came, your cunt like a vice around Leon as he then came. The thick vein that ran up his cock pulsating inside you as he spewed his load. With Chris’ leftovers still inside you, it began to drip out – making a mess on the front of his trousers. “I always liked the messy ones” Chris chuckled as he handed Leon a few napkins. To at least prevent an embarrassing stain as you would soon leave the bar. 

The volume of their glasses was like a timer, each sip getting you closer to a well deserved night where they would continue to compete for your attention. 

[jade4956]

Plane Ride - Keira Walsh

YN.YL - Kennedy Parks

Keira Walsh - herself

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Keira wasn't and overly physical person, she wasn't one that would cuddle you in-front of everyone, kiss you on the lips every 10 minutes like some of her other teammates would with their partner, but Keira would hold your hand, sit with you, talk to you and every now and then when she went to do something without you she would kiss you on the cheek simple but cute.

Keira was a different person when it came to you to by yourselves every morning you would have to pry her arms of you or promise you would be back soon. She liked being more affectionate behind the scenes and that didn't bother you cause you were quite similar .

You and Keira we're catching a plane to England for a friendly against Brazil for a home match which was quite exciting since you haven't played at home for a while due to a concussion missing out on the last friendly at home, so you had that bit more energy just buzzing to get to England and see the girls again, but Keira on the other hand was excited but not like you.

"Keira come on we have to go get ready I've stayed in bed with you for an extra 20 minutes let's get going"

"It's fine the plane ride isn't for ages and we don't take that long to get ready" she responded with wildfire moving her body more on Kennedy then in her side of the bed

Kennedy moved her arms under Keira stomach and pushed her to her side of their bed. She got up and grabbed her clothes that were put up the night before and went and got changed. Meanwhile Keira grabbed a pillow and just lied there hugging it like it was Kennedy.

Kennedy came out of the bathroom around 20 minutes later fully changed and hair make face done meanwhile Keira was half awake turning the tv on.

"KEIRA are you serious go get ready" Kennedy grabbed the remote and turned the tv off, looking at Keira with a shocked expression because the girl was usually much more organised getting ready on time and being out the door on time but this was different she was making them go 30 minutes behind schedule which is unheard of for Keira Walsh to be behind her schedule

"I'm just tied" she looked at Kennedy with a pout that no one had ever seen but Kennedy

"Sleep on the plane, just get ready please"

"Fine”

After and hour of waiting for Keira to get ready have breakfast and get out the door the pair eventually got in the car on the way to the airport.

"Keira you have your passport"

"Yeah it's with yours, you have your phone chargers"

"Yes there in my luggage, what about your boots"

"I do the in my kit bag, what about you"

"I'm praying that Lotte is bringing them from the last time I played with England I left them and lotte grabbed them for me"

"Ahhhhh okay I'm sure she'll have them did you bring spares"

"Yeah but there just my Barcelona ones"

We parked the car grabbed out our luggage and headed into the airport hand in hand and on our way to bag check. Usually we'd meet up with Lucy right now but she lives in London now so there's not more waiting on Lucy to get to a place in time which is sad but also nice, it just being Keira and Kennedy rather then plus Lucy. We eventually made it to the boarding section but we had to wait another 20 minutes till boarding so we wait at the seating area. Kennedy rested her head in Keira's shoulder while she watched her phone.

"Flight 2827 is ready to be boarded now please have your passports ready to go through"

As the announcement went of we started to make our way to the boarding line we're we quickly grabbed our passports ready to be looked at again. We went through and got to our seats. We were fortunate to have 3 seats for the two of us so Keira knew exactly what she was gonna do when we could take our seatbelts off. As the flight took of and we were steady in the air Keira easily moved the middle arm rest up and mine then moved the seat belts out of her buckle and lay her head on the side of Kennedys leg connected her AirPods and shut her eyes. Meanwhile Keira did that Kennedy started to watch a show that came up in her suggested and started to watch it peacefully without waking/disturbing Keira. After about an hour of watching the show Keira ended up getting back up and putting her head into Kennedy's neck and and resting it there after that they moved about around 6 more times until Kennedy's head was in Keira chest with her legs up were she balanced her phone so that Keira could see the screen aswell. Keira got curious about the other girls reaction were in the gogglebox video so they decided to watch that together. The video finished and the girls just chatted, eventually they got bored of everything they could do and Keira went back to lying on Kennedy. They had about 35 more minutes till the flight was over and they could get an uber to the lionesses hotel they were staying at.

The time came around to when the flight was over and Keira unwillingly got up and put the arm rests and belts down and on. The flight went down and the girls made there way off the flight were they met up with Georgia new baggage claim section. Keira was still sleepy and even more quiet then usual which you didn't mind but were confused why she was still all over you when you all claimed you luggage Keira still had you hand in hers and she walked close to you resting her head on ylu shoulder as you walk. You all got in the uber all having a conversation and as you got there you were met with media cameras and teammates and Keira still had your hand in hers not that you minded but

You could get used to this type of Keira.

Thanks for reading I haven't posted in a while but thank you and if you like Wattpad more my account is the same as tumblr but I only will take requests on here thank you guys 🥰😊

[222prettysickgirl777]

18+

spencer is into tying you up. nothing too crazy, but he likes when you sit there in your pretty lingerie, hands behind your back like a good girl as he carefully ties you up. he likes to see your curves hugged in rope. it makes you look so soft. the contrast of your soft smooth skin and the lace of your underwear and the rope just does something to him. it’s not about him dominating you, it’s about how eagerly you submit. you like it, you like how gentle he is and watching his hands work. he likes how sweet and happy you are when he does it, like it’s a love language. it’s definitely a kind of affection for you guys.

nsfw ↓

it mostly started as a joke. you noticed he had some strange figurines on his desk at home. he told you what it was, went into the history of it and everything. somehow he made it sound not creepy or intimidating at all. when you stared at them, biting your lip with curiosity, he asked if it was something you might be interested in, and when you said yes, he helped you explore it safely.

the first few times you don’t do anything sexual, you don’t even get naked just wearing comfy shorts and a t shirt. for him it really is an art form, a way to decorate you and worship your beauty. you still don’t always have sex that way. sometimes you just try new patterns together and then he tells you how beautiful you look or he’ll tie your hand or thigh in a decorative way for fun as you watch tv or something. sometimes he carefully ties your arms behind your back and leaves you kneeling on the bed, legs spread prettily looking at his with those big eyes, so he can touch you however he wants for however long he wants. usually if he’s going to fuck you he likes to untie you first so you can wrap your arms and legs around him while you gasp. usually.

both of you like when he moves your body around for you, carefully manhandling you. you like how he decides what’s going to happen to you while somehow staying so respectful, praising you for sitting so still, looking so pretty all done up for him, asking if it feels comfortable. he thinks it’s so hot to watch you self tie too. while he’s gone on cases sometimes you’ll tie yourself up and send him pictures or videos and it makes him crazy, knowing you love it so much you do it to yourself when he’s gone. you practice for fun. and cos you like to make him proud, imagining the way he slips his phone out of his pocket at work and quickly checks it just to see you sent him some pictures. the small smile he would have as he looked at them or even just realized what they were without opening cos he thinks it’s sweet.

when he is home, he unties you with so much care, and then he kisses and caresses your skin wherever it’s red from the ropes pressing in and cuddles with you for an hour at least. sometimes he’ll run you a bath but no matter what he’ll afterward rub lotion into the irritated skin to make sure it’s soothed and doesn’t hurt you. and he always consistently checks to make sure it’s something you still like and reminds you you don’t have to do it and makes sure to regularly have intimacy without any of the tying so you know it’s not the ropes he loves.

but he adores seeing you like that. so vulnerable and comfortable with him and feeling safe.

i know not everyone will agree or like this headcanon and that’s ok that’s why it’s called a headcanon cos it’s only canon in MY head doesn’t have to be in urs xx

that first picture just feels so spencer to me he’d be so gentle with you and take such good care of you. spencer my pretty boy angel <3.

[pooplyface1423]

DUSK TILL DAWN PT 3

Shadow x reader (platonic)

Warnings ⚠️:none

Taglist

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Sometimes During your sleep you'd have what you'd write as “nighttime terrors”.Everyone in a while you'd wake up in the middle of the night panting and sweating your breath heavy tears streaming down you face.It was to much to handle you felt like a burden to everyone even to the one you'd call your closest friend shadow…

The nighttime terrors would consist of you in the day before the accident trying any possible way to save your parents but ultimately failing each time, always feel the guilt eating you alive…

Shadow has helped through everything, snapping you out of it. And helping you fall back asleep.Though it made you feel better, it still made you think you were a bother to his life.

It started to get to you…

And shadow took notice

He felt like he had to do something or tell you something

But he didn't really know how to express it.

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One night he decided he had to do something about it

It was happening again. You were trying to convince your parents not to go. And then shadow noticed and walked up to your bed in a quick motion and softly shook you awake

Opening your eyes you saw his worried face and started to quietly sob. He pulled you into a hug and you hugged him back crying into his chest fur he gave you small pats on the back saying stuff like “shhh it's okay I'm here y/n” “ everything will be okay” “ your safe with us”

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Even though you could only feel the vibrations of his chest, you felt safe.As your breath going back to normal shadow layed you back down and was thinking of going back to his bed when you held his wrist making him look back

*pats bed*

You were asking him to stay with you for a while and he didn't deny your request. Getting next to you he laid down and you quickly brought him into a hug which he aswell didnt deny.

You quickly fall asleep ur head on top of shadow chest.Shadow forgot how nice caring for someone felt.

Ever since he woke up again, he didn't expect to care for anyone as much as he did for her..

As he was dozeing off to sleep, he kept patting your back, making sure your breathing was steady.making sure you felt safe

*Dozes off*

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Early in the morning Maddie decided to wake everyone up for what she called an “adventure”

After waking sonic Tails and knuckles she asked sonic to wake shadow and you up.

He did slowly tho Since the hedgehog just woke up he wasnt In the mood to run so early.

As he opend the door the dight of you and shadow cuddling made him go in awe .

*snapps a picture*

Puts his phone down next to your nightstand and cuddles next to you guys.

Making you twich but not wake up thankfully

As you shadow and sonic were in deep sleep once again maddie wondered what was taking so long.

*they should be at the dining table already*

She thought being occupied with washing some cups from the day before. She sent Tails to check up on them.

*opens the door*

Sees the the three of you guys sleeping so soundly and comfortable and omg he couldn't resist the temptation of going back to sleep next to you guys and cuddled on top of you his weight not being much to disturb your sleep.

Once again Maddie was a bit distraught on why they were taking long so she sent knuckles.

(I think we can see where this is going)

As he opend the door he saw you sonic shadow and tails all cramped up on the bed and decided to hop in too.

“What the heck are they doing over there?”

“Whats wrong?” Asked tom as he walked In after a quick shower

“Well..”she explains the whole thing

“Oh well lets go check up on them”

“Yea i think we should” she says as they walk up to shadow And your bedroom

*Tom opens the door*

The sight was so *adorable* in his words

Seeing all the kids sleeping soundly brought joy to both his and Maddie heart

Snapping a quick picture who am i kidding!? They took hundreds

Slowly you woke up feeling a small weight on top of you was wierd.Until you saw it was the fluffly little fox tails.

Quickly Shadow woke Up in a state of pure shock as the people he lived with saw him in such a vulnerable state

Everyone else woke up in the same shock

Seeing this you cracked a small chuckle followed by everyone laughing.

Even tho you couldn't hear it you knew it was a happy moment.

Turning to shadow you saw a small smile peer through his face.He looked up to you seeing you smile back.

He quickly returned to his neutral face as everyone got of your bed.

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TYSM FOR READING!!

Finally finished, wow. I'm so happy for all the support this mini series has gotten so far.

[hearts4williamson]

sfw alphabet | l. williamson

word count: 766.

requested ?: no.

warnings: break-up mention.

paring: leah williamson x gn!reader.

author’s note: this took me longer than I expected, sorry for the inconvenience.

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A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

She’s very affectionate. The moment she sees u

you she can’t keep her hands off of you. It could be anything - a hand on the leg, fixing your hair, a hug - they just have to be on you one way or another.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

She would seem overly-harsh to others but to you she wasn’t. She was never one to mince words, yet it rarely hurt you, because deep down you knew it came from a place of care. She got less blunt when you become a couple, but it never went away.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

She loves them. She wants to feel your head on her chest, stroking your hair as you listen to her heartbeat. She wants to be close to you, feel your warmth.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

Settling down was high on her list of priorities; you moved in with her after less than a year. Domestic duties are evenly split, though you do a little more at times.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

She would sit you down face to face & explain her decision. Even when ending things she would want to do it respectfully as possible.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

You have had many conversations about it (what the wedding would look like, where it would be, honeymoon location, etc.) so getting married is definitely on the table at some point in the relationship.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

She is very gentle; from the way she holds your hand to the way she talks to you, your comfort is in mind; she wants you to feel safe & loved; that you could trust her with your life if it ever came to that.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

One minute you’ll be alone, the next you’ll find her arms around your waist, her grasp firm yet soothing.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

It took her some time say it, but it was evident. Her actions said it before her mouth had the chance.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Jealousy is rare but obvious when it happens. She’ll be curt, feign a smile, fiddle with her hands. It usually ends quickly, she knows that you only have eyes for her.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

She’s a neck kisser. She will paint your neck with tender, maroon marks, it’s another way of claiming you as her own.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

She is amazing with children, especially teens. She has a soft spot for girls; if you two were to have kids they would be daughters.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Making breakfast together. You often do the preparation (washing, cutting, etc.) & she does the cooking itself; it’s a joint process.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

The evening is spent talking about recent matches, watching TV & preparing dinner. She enjoys your company, it’s little things like this that make her grateful to have you in her life.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

She would share a few important things about herself at the start of the relationship, but she slowly start to tell more intimate details about herself further on into the relationship.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

She gets angry once in awhile. It’s not the loud, red-faced shouting type of anger; it’s silent, the type of anger that you can sense rather than see.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

She knows you like the palm of her hand; small, seemingly insignificant pieces of information & yet she remembers them every time.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

Your first date. She remembers it like it was just yesterday, down to the jewellery you were wearing that evening.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Fairly protective; if she sees something or someone bothering you she will speak her mind. She has a way with words, she manages to de-escalate most situations in a calm yet assertive manner.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

She will spend months in advance planning; every minute must be perfect for you. In the rare event that she forgets she still manages to make the occasion a fond memory for the both of you.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

Not covering her mouth when she yawns. It’s a very minor issue that is being treated, though truth be told you find it endearing.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

She will wear makeup sometimes, usually for special occasions. Personal hygiene is crucial to her; she also enjoys trying new fragrances out with you.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

She would feel nearly whole; she would be fairly content but deep down know that something was missing from her life, but not know what it was

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

She likes museums. One of your fondest memories was a day trip to the Natural History Museum when you were friends; you went there again for your 1 year anniversary.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

Poor hygiene. It is a major dealbreaker in a relationship for her. In general, she dislikes people who are disingenuous or insincere, it frustrates her.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

She has a habit of falling asleep on the couch, especially on Friday nights; it happens at least twice a week, but you never get bothered by it.

[obvithe-bestsoph]

please can you do pau cubarsi prompt 97 🙏🙏 and more pau cubarsi imagines pleasee

thank you

No. 93 | "You've taken good care of me, now let me take care of you." PC2 masterlist requests

prompt list (if you request a prompt, please request a player for it as well!) warnings: sickness (flu/cold), mentions of vomit, mentions of hickeys

First, Pau caught it. For him, yes, it was the flu, but it had been more of a mild cold. Even still, he’s an absolute mopey, clingy baby when he’s sick, which is perfectly fine by you. However, because you spent days cuddling with him in bed, cooking for him, and curled up on the couch watching movies together, you then contracted said flu.

And you got it far worse than he did.

For you, it was some kind of vomiting, sneezing, coughing, snotty, insomnia-type illness, instead of Pau’s stuffy-nosed, itchy-throated cold. Having spent the first few days on the bathroom floor, next to the toilet, you had refused Pau from visiting, not wanting him to see you in such a state, to which he had said, “No siguis idiota, vinc (don’t be an idiot, i’m coming over).” And he held your hair back as you threw up. Pau hated vomit, and you did too, so no one was having a particularly great time at the moment, but he was pushing through, for you. After the vomiting stage ended, it was cuddling in bed more or less 24/7. You were sleepy and cold all the time, but even still, at every mealtime, you would get up to go and cook, only to be pushed back down onto the bed, kissed on the forehead, and told that he would do it for you. Would you end up with some kind of weird lunch, like an apple and some leftover paella rice? Yeah, probably. But it’s the thought that counts, right?

And each time you tried to protest his help, he’d just say;

“You’ve taken good care of me, now let me take care of you.”

So eventually, too tired to argue, you agree. For the few days left of your sickness, you are spoiled with all your favourite things. Pau learnt how to cook your favourite meal, did a facemask or two with you, brushed your hair, braided it too, watched your silly romance movies with you, gave you all the kisses you wanted, and even brought you your favourite flowers after a supermarket run for snacks. It was days like these when you realised just how amazing your boyfriend is.

You two were lying in bed, currently on opposite sides of the mattress, because you were slightly irritated today as you had a temperature, sending him and his body heat to the other side. It didn’t help at all that you were ovulating, so on top of this awful sickness, you had cramps and were horny and had awful baby fever. It sounds stereotypical, yes, but it’s just what happened. So, your uterus was killing you, as well as your throat, nose and chest. You were starting to get a sore neck and back from laying around in bed so much too.

All in all, you’re feeling pretty miserable. But Boyfriend Pau is here to save the day. He gets a cold flannel for your head, massages your neck and back in the shower, so the steam can clear out your nose at the same time, washes your hair and stands with you, hugging, under the warm water. When you guys get out and head back to bed, he lays his head against your stomach, the weight and warmth of it soothing your cramps slightly, and lets you yap about babies all you want, although he does still let you down gently when you yet again ask him if he’s sure we’re too young to have one. He helps (or actually slightly fuels) the horniness with a few make-outs here and there before you fall asleep against him. “T'estimo (i love you).” he would murmur as you drifted off, eyeing the fresh red, and occasionally purple, depending on his mood at the time, lovebites and hickeys across your neck. Unaware of his slightly proud smirk and staring, you would reply with a, “Jo també t'estimo. Cap a les estrelles i tornada (i love you too. to the stars and back).”

So, while this week had been a pretty shitty one, it had also been great, because you got to spend hours simply having that perfect teenage romance with the boy you got to call yours.

[watarfallar]

Please tell me I'm not the only one who when I read the words "we never left the desert" always reads it in my head to the tune of "we didn't start the fire"

Grian: When I first met you, I did not like you. Scar: I'm aware of that. Grian: But then you and I had some time together. Scar: Uh-huh? Grian: It did not get better.

Scar: I’m serious! They’re watching me! They’ve even got an agent following me! Don’t you believe me? Grian: Look, it’s not that I don’t believe you… It’s that I don’t believe you and I don’t care.

Scar, holding a toy lightsaber: I’m Darth Vader! Grian: I’m done with everyone’s bullshit.

Grian: I feel awful about killing you. Scar: Grian: Even though technically you never even died, so I don’t know what you’re bitching about.

Scar to Grian: Turn that frown upside-down! a little while later Scar: What are you doing? Grian, trying to do a handstand: You told me to “turn that frown upside-down” but it’s not working .

Grian: Why are we friends? Scar: Poor decisions on your part.

Scar: Grian! I thought you were dead! Grian: No, just in deep cover. Scar: …But it was an open casket. Grian: It was very deep.

Grian: Can you name a single city in Oklahoma? Scar: Oklahoma City, bitch!

Scar: Grian, I need some advice. Grian: You need advice from ME? Scar: Yeah, frightening, isn't it?

Scar: You don’t deserve me. Grian: At your worst or your best? Scar: I don’t have a worst. Grian: Because you’re already at your worst?

Grian: I'm gonna get my pilot's license. I've already got a driver's license and a cosmetology license, that's two of the big five licenses. Scar: The big five licenses? Grian: Driver's license, cosmetology license, pilot's license, fishing license, and… license to kill! I can't wait to get that one.

Grian: I’m a reverse necromancer. Scar: Isn’t that just killing people? Grian: Ah, technically.

Grian: Hey! Scar: What do you want? Grian: Remember what we were talking about yesterday? Scar: Nope.

Scar: Why are you late? Grian: A technical error occurred, causing an unexpectedly long bout of unconsciousness. Scar: Overslept? Grian: Overslept.

Grian: Hugs Scar from behind Grian: Tucks Scar's hair behind their ear Grian, whispering: Eat all the frosted animal crackers again and they'll never find your body.

Grian: When we get back, I'm going to step on you! Scar: Okay, as much as I might enjoy that, Grian–

Grian and Scar are cuddling Grian: Tell me something I don't know about you. Scar: leans in to whisper in Grian's ear, voice deep and sensual I like Japanese food so much that every time I watch Lord of the Rings and see Gollum eating the raw fish, my mouth waters. Grian: Grian: Grian: I meant like your favorite color, but okay.

[reelovesfictionalmen]

sfw headcanons for Captain Mactavish

As always Reader is female, 30+ and works in the military. No appearance mentioned or body parts.

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Casual platonic affection a pat on the back or shoulder. If feelings are romantic leaning then his shoulder and back pats become hands rested on your back and shoulder instead of patting, extending the contact his hand has with you.

If you two are seeing each other then he's much more handsy, hands on, touchy. Sitting next to you with his arm around your shoulder, stroking your arm or cheek. Likes to go on leisurely strolls with you, holding your hand in his, enjoying the fresh air and quiet. Please sit in his lap, will give you the biggest blue puppy eyes like he's willing you to plant yourself on his lap.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?) He would be the "mom friend" in a way, being a captain makes him more attentive to needs. Have you been eating enough? You look thin. Are you sleeping well? Might even watch what you eat to make sure you're getting enough nutrients. Soldiers need balanced meals with carbs, fat, protein and lots of vegetables!

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

You asking "permission to come aboard, captain?" then leaping into his arms after he says yes is his favourite thing. It never fails to make him smile or laugh. He will bury his face in your neck and cling to you as he holds you

Likes a good lazy morning cuddle. Stretches out like a cat before reaching over and pulling you unto him, nuzzling into your head or shoulder. Will probably fall back asleep.

Got an air conditioner put in the bedroom because it made him kind of upset when you would push him off in the summer time because it's "too hot". Does he sometimes set it lower than it needs to be so that you'll seek his warmth in your sleep? You bet your ass he does.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

Would like to settle down, have kids, a house, a cat and a dog. Is unsure if that will eventuate due to how dangerous your careers are BUT, if life lets him he wants all that with you.

Makes the bed with military precision every day. Fluffs all the pillows and blankets to be perfect. Likes citrus clothes washing powder. He's a decent cook, makes a damned good cottage pie.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

In private and in person. There would have to be some betrayal or abuse for him to leave. He's big on weathering the bad times in a relationship, not giving up unless you've both tried your best.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Would like you two to live together for some time before getting engaged. But yeah, that man wants to put a ring on it, he wants you to be Mrs Mactavish, he wants to be yours and you to be his.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

He has better emotional intelligence than the og and new 141. He's still a man so sometimes the nuance of our emotions can escape him. Likes to rough house and manhandle you but is SO GENTLE about it. The smallest "ow" and hes all big blue eyes and apologising like he kicked a puppy even if you just whacked your elbow on something.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Big bear hugs. The kind of hugger to sway side to side while hugging you.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

Was saying it in his head for months before he said it out loud. He'd probably wait to say it until a special occasion if you don't say it first.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Gets a little jealous. When he sees other people, men or women, flirting with you he might scowl and be thinking in his head how they need to back off. Doesn't so anything in public, he wouldn't want to embarrass you like that. He's a gentleman. Is going to kiss the heck out of you and grumble about you being his when in private.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

The kind of man to take your face in his hands gently and kiss you everywhere. Small pecks on your brow, cheek, nose, chin and jaw before finishing with a lingering kiss on the lips.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

They love him. He loves them. Wants a daughter and a son. He gives off livestock guardian vibes with kids. Like, those big ass dogs that will fight a wolf if they come near it's flock.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Even when off duty he likes to keep a routine. Getting up, eating, working out, showering. That's not to say if you ask him to stay and snuggle in bed that he will say no. He'll set back the schedule an hour or two for you.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Watching tv on the couch or armchair. Watching game shows and discussing the answers. Joking around about movies, just fun casual couple tv nights. Likes watching "It's me or the dog" and curses out 90% of the owners on the show. Is very passionate about proper pet care.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

It's hard to anger him. He doesn't yell or throw things. Will walk away and cool down , telling you to do the same before you guys talk again.

Does get quite angry on your behalf. Someone wronged you? Treated you with disrespect? How dare that little cunt. Doesn't go harass them or anything but will grumble along side you as you complain.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

Knows what food you like the best, what colour you love, your favourite flowers. If you want him to buy you something for your bday you need to tell him the exact thing, where to get it and when. He will not get hints.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

When you were high on pain killers in the base medical wing after an injury and told him to leave you alone because your bf was scary and will fight him when he tried to hug you. He thinks it's cute.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

He would like to wrap you in cotton wool, keep you safe from harm and away from the cruelness of the world. But you'd bloody kill him if you tried. You're a military woman, you're strong, smart and dangerous on your own. That still doesn't mean he still doesn't want to shield you from it all though. He will settle for having you safe in his arms pressed tight to him.

He feels like he can truly relax and feel safe when you take care of him, let him be vulnerable. Washing his face, tending to his wounds, talking him through tough times, letting him rest his head in a safe port so to speak.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

Is pretty spontaneous for dates. you guys don't get much time to plan. Go to the deli, get deli goods, bread and something to drink and have a picnic sort of thing. Leans towards outdoors dates. Walks in the park/along the beach, hikes, going for drives out into the country and having lunch at a random cafe.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

Rearranges your kitchen. Will put things in the wrong drawers. Not on purpose. But he just defaults to the way things are on base or when he was a bachelor. Nose picker. You saw him wipe snot on his jeans once and you scolded the HELL out of him and he was so embarrassed. Keeps a handkerchief in his pocket for the snot now.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

He uses your shampoo and conditioner because it makes his hair soft. Likes to keep his mohawk crisp. Doesn't like a full naked face but some stubble. Likes wearing clothes you think he looks hot in. One time he was wearing a tight turtleneck and tight jeans, you said it was "indecent". Neither of you left the house that day ;)

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Yeah. Once hes in love, you guys live together and are serious he wants you by his side every day. That's impossible ofc due to your jobs but, he notices your absence.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

Cat dad. Loves cats. Donates to Scottish wild cat preservation. Is very passionate about the wildlife of Scotland.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

Drama queens. Brats. People who think it's okay to stress out their partner to get a particular reaction from them.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

Sleeps on his stomach most of the time. One arm under the pillow and the other touching you. Drools on his pillow sometimes.

Will be posting a nsfw list in the near future. I've got something special planned. I am a "dom soap" in ever iteration of him truther and it's going to run along those lines. Different to the heavy dom johnny fic i posted on ao3.

[jungwnies]

sfw alphabet | jake sim (en-)

୨ৎ : synopsis : sfw a-z alphabet for sim jaeyun

୨ৎ : word count : 1131

୨ৎ masterlist ୨ৎ

(a/n) : don't forget to like & reblog !! my requests are open!

a ⤖ affection (how affectionate is he? how often does he show affection?)

jake's affection is like a ray of sunshine

he's warm, consistent, and genuinely impossible to ignore

he always finds ways to make you feel loved

whether its random hugs, cheeky texts, or just holding your hand because he can't stand being apart from you

b ⤖ beginning (what would he be like as a bsf; how would the friendship start?)

definitely meet a random group hangout back when he was in school and ever since then you guys have been in touch

he'd be the one to randomly spark up a conversation about something completely irrelevant

next thing you know, you're sending each other memes at 3 in the morning

c ⤖ cuddles (does he like to cuddle; how would he cuddle?)

jake would be the ultimate cuddle enthusiast

he’d pull you into his arms without hesitation, burying his face in your shoulder or hair

expect lazy afternoons with him playing with your fingers or tracing shapes on your back

d ⤖ domestic (does he want to settle down; how good is he at cooking and cleaning?)

jake dreams of building a cozy life with someone special but also thrives in chaos

his cleaning skills are solid—he hates messes—but his cooking?

let’s just say he’d need a lot of practice.

e ⤖ ending (if he had to break up with you; how would he do it?)

he’d be heartbroken but incredibly respectful

he’d sit you down, look you straight in the eye, and explain everything while making sure you know how much he still cares about you, even if things can’t work out

f ⤖ fiance (how does he feel about commitment; would he want to get married quick?)

he’s 100% down for commitment but wouldn’t rush into marriage

he’d want to enjoy every moment of being with you before taking the next step

when he’s ready, though, he’d make it unforgettable.

g ⤖ gentle (how gentle is he; emotionally + physically?)

jake is the definition of soft

he’d be the type to hold you like you’re made of glass and talk to you like your feelings are the most important thing in the world

because to him, they are

h ⤖ hugs (does he likes hugs; how often does he hug you; what are his hugs like?)

hugs are his favorite love language

he’d hug you every chance he gets—quick ones when he’s excited, long ones when you’re upset, and every hug in between

they’re always warm, tight, and full of love.

i ⤖ i love you (how fast does he say he loves you?)

he wouldn’t rush it

he’d wait for the perfect moment, like when you’re laughing so hard your stomach hurts, and he realizes just how much you mean to him

j ⤖ jealousy (how jealous does he get; what does he do when he is jealous?)

he’s pretty chill, but if someone flirts with you, his protective side comes out

he’d casually wrap an arm around you or flash a smug smile, silently claiming his place by your side

k ⤖ kisses (what are his kisses like; where does he like to kiss you; where does he like to be kissed?)

his kisses are playful and sweet, with just the right amount of passion

he’d love kissing your cheeks and forehead because it’s so intimate

as for him, he’d secretly melt when you kiss his nose or jawline.

l ⤖ little ones (how is he around children?)

he’s a natural with kids

they’d adore his goofy energy, and he’d happily spend hours playing games or telling them silly jokes

m ⤖ morning (how are mornings spent with him?)

mornings with jake would be chaotic but fun

expect him to sleepily mumble jokes, mess up breakfast while trying to impress you

and also pull you back into bed “for five more minutes.”

n ⤖ night (how are nights spent with him?)

nights would be full of random conversations about life, movie marathons, and low-key karaoke sessions

he’d end the night by holding you close, whispering random thoughts until you fall asleep

o ⤖ open (when would he open up; does he say everything at once or does he wait to reveal himself?)

he’d open up in bits and pieces, trusting you more with each passing moment

late-night chats would be when he spills his deepest thoughts and feelings

p ⤖ patience (how easily angered is he?)

he’s super patient and doesn’t get angry easily

if something bothers him, he’d try to talk it out calmly rather than letting it build up

q ⤖ quizzes (how much would he remember about you; does he remember every little detail; or is he forgetful?)

he’d remember everything

your favorite snacks, that random fact you told him weeks ago, even the way your eyes light up when you talk about something you love

r ⤖ remember (what is his favorite moment in the relationship?)

his favorite moment would probably be the first time you did something completely unfiltered and goofy around him

it’d be the moment he realized he could be 100% himself with you

s ⤖ security (how protective is he; how does he protect you; how would he like to be protected?)

he’s low-key protective, always keeping an eye out for you

he’d walk on the traffic side of the sidewalk or hold your hand in crowded spaces

he’d appreciate you checking in on him emotionally

t ⤖ try (how much effort does he put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

jake is the king of thoughtful gestures

dates would be creative, gifts meaningful, and he’d always find ways to make even the simplest days feel special

u ⤖ ugly (what are some of his bad habits?)

he might overthink things and occasionally doubt himself, but he’s working on it

he also has a tendency to procrastinate

but he always pulls through in the end

v ⤖ vanity (how concerned is he with his looks?)

he takes care of himself and likes to look good, but he’s not overly vain

he just wants to feel confident and presentable

w ⤖ whole (would he feel incomplete without you?)

he values his independence

however you’d become such an important part of his life that he’d feel a little lost without you

x ⤖ xtra (random headcanon for him)

he’d send you voice notes of him singing random songs he heard during the day, just because he thinks you’d like them

y ⤖ yuck (what are some things he wouldn't like; in general or in a partner?)

he wouldn’t vibe with dishonesty, arrogance, or people who don’t respect others

in a partner, he’d value honesty, kindness, and a good sense of humor

z ⤖ zzz (what are his sleeping habits?)

jake would knock out fast but be super clingy in his sleep, wrapping himself around you like a koala

he might also talk in his sleep, mumbling things that’d make you laugh or swoon

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[milessunflowers]

LOVE STORY

request (because my dumbass published before i wrote anything and don't know how to unpublish): hi oli!! i haz a request can you do a fic or headcannons or summin with yuki and a reader who's about to publish their first book? my dream is to be an author, so this is like... pure self indulgence haha. fank you >3< <3 -bear

to this bear i say 1000% i love this and this feels like it fits so well with yuki because yuki and author reader just feels write (very "you know how to ball, i know aristotle)

yuki tsunoda x male!author!reader

synopsis: yuki's beloved boyfriend is finally publishing his first book, the book based off of their relationship

author's note: so so excited for this because yuki deserves more love and he works so well with an author reader and ik ive said this so many ttime but like it does. anyways, bear, hope you like it!! as always, feel free to request!

he is literally so supportive of you

from the moment you presented the idea and then through all the long nights of writing

would bring you coffee if you were working late

made sure ate and drank water

he kept your spirits up when you went through rough patches like if your editor is particularly harsh

makes sure you are taking care of yourself

he will cook for you all the time and sit in your lap if you are having a particularly hard time writing

hes like a koala with his face pressed into your neck

it makes things easier to write (but is also so distracting bc it's like he's right there and you just wanna, well, you know)

he is probably more excited then you are when you finally finish the final manuscript

he cooks such an extravagant meal that ends up leaving leftovers you guys give to pierre

he is with you during your book launch

then with you on your book tour

he smiles so widely when you talk with fans, loving to see that you are the center of attention

not to mention how excited and enthusiastic you get when speaking about your work

he buys every single different book cover and in every single language

he shows them off to everyone because he's like "that's right, that's my boyfriend"

after the first month of it being published, he finally reads it

he didn't know it was based on your relationship until the dedication at the beginning

it read: to the love of my life, my rock, yuki. thank you for supporting me through everything. i love you

he literally cries when he first reads it

literally sobbing

you find him crying and are so confused

like why is he crying?

hugs you tightly and explains how much he loves you too

that night is wild. let's just say he is more giddy then he had ever been

if you ever need inspiration for a sequel, he helps you brainstorm

basically it goes: think, write, eat, cuddle (more than cuddle most of the time), sleep, repeat

you sequel is even better then the first

and you owe it all to your wonderful, short, boyfriend

TAGS! (if you want to be added, lmk!)

@op-81-lvr-reblogs, @koalapastries, @justaf1girl, @ghostking4m, @spoonfulofmilo

[iovemeorleaveme]

cuddles and sweatshirts

bang chan x g/n reader

tw !! : sick y/n

notes: lwk part two to in the rain but can be read as a stand alone fic as well

@iovemeorleaveme 🖤 @iovemeorleaveme

“I told you it was cold.” Chan scolded as he tucked Y/N into his bed. Y/N shook their head.

“Chan, I’m fine!” They said, sitting up. Chan pushed them back down, tucking them in again.

“Stay there and sleep.” He said sternly. Y/N rolled their eyes.

“Chan, don’t you think you’re overdoing it a little?” They asked. Chan sat down on the bed.

“I’m never overdoing anything for my baby.” He said, pinching their cheeks. Y/N grumbled something about Chan being cringe and Chan smiled at her.

“Fine, I’ll sleep.” They finally relented. It was just because they were tired, not because they felt a tickling in their throat, right?

When Y/N woke up, their throat ached in a way they didn’t think was possible. They groaned quietly. Why oh why did Chan have to be right? It had been too cold. They made a mental note to bring a jacket wherever they went. When they checked their phone, they found it was 4am. Pulling on one of Chan’s hoodies - it was just because they needed a jacket - Y/N gathered their stuff, trying to stem their stuffy nose. They snuck past Chan’s study, leaving his dorm in favour of their own apartment where Kat and Harper were.

“Kat? Harper?” Y/N’s voice was hoarse as they called Harper and Kat. Harper peeked from her bedroom door, eyes widening at the state of Y/N.

“Y/N! What did you do?” Harper demanded. Y/N shrugged, sniffling. Harper sighed, passing Y/N a tissue.

“I was going to go visit Han but just looking at you gives me the feeling that that plan has been cancelled today.” Y/N looked at Harper quizzically.

“You’re visiting Han at- what- 4:30am?” Y/N asked. Her throat itched. Harper rolled her eyes.

“Mx (unofficial) Bang, shush. You should get to bed.” Harper fussed.

“Where’s Kat?” Y/N asked as they settled into their bed,

“At the uni. She’s busy with homework. I can call and ask her to com-“

“No, it’s fine.” Y/N sighed. “Can I have Panadol or something?” Harper held out pills and a cup of water. Y/N downed them, turning drowsy. “You can still go out. All I’ll be doing is sleeping and if I need anything I’ll call.” Y/N mumbled.

“You sure?” Harper asked. Y/N hummed in agreement and Harper left them to sleep.

“Y/N, baby.” Chan’s gentle voice roused them from their sleep, groaning as they felt a stabbing pain in their throat.

“Chan?” They rasped.

“Yeah, I’m here.” Chan helped them sit up, eyes softening as he saw them in his hoodie. “I wondered where my favourite hoodie went.”

“Sorry.” Y/N reached for a tissue, blowing their nose. Chan held out Panadol and another glass of water,

“It’s 12.” He explained. Y/N nodded, downing the medicine. It took a few minutes, but after a while, the pain in her throat dulled.

“Thanks.” Y/N smiled at chan.

“I’d ask for a kiss but I don’t think I wanna get sick.” Chan said. Y/N rolled their eyes. “Need anything else?”

“Hugs?” Y/N asked hopefully. Chan was a human heater. “Sure.” Chan settled beside them in the bed, wrapping his arms gently around them.

“Now sleep. I want my baby fully healthy and functioning.”

[extra]

Harper came back to the dorm with Han, just to grab her phone charger. She peeked to check on Y/N, the smallest smile on her face as she saw Chan and Y/N asleep, cuddling.

“Cute.” Han huffed. Harper jumped, not realising Han was behind her. Han pulled out his phone and quickly snapped a picture before grabbing Harper’s hand and running with her out the door.

Kat came back to the apartment, laughing at Lee Know through the phone.

“Yahhhh, seriously, leave the cats alone.” Kat scolded. She walked into Y/N’s room to put back their shared phone charger when she noticed Chan and Y/N snuggle sleeping. She blinked, not believing her eyes before spluttering. She exited the room quickly, Lee Know worriedly asking if she was alright.

“I just witnessed something traumatising.” Kat mumbled.

@iovemeorleaveme 🖤 @iovemeorleaveme

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[mirensiart]

I’m obsessed with the concept of hyrule warriors happening pre lu and like, sometimes in fics war and wind won’t recognize time at first but i think it’d be funnier if they immediately know. The rest of the chain are wondering why the captain and the old man cuddle all the time but, hell, he’s the hero of time, who knows. Wind joins in and, alright, he’s the youngest, maybe he just wants a hug, that’s understandable, it’d probably set the example and let the rest of the chain join in easier. The chain gets to be affectionate with each other, Time, Wars, and Wind get to cuddle again, win win.

Also tho, I think it’d be funny if at some point before Wind shows up they’re all telling stories and and siblings come up and to keep the mood good(ish) Time takes his turn and he’s just like “ah, my big brother, Tune. A hero, like all of us, a skilled warrior and a pirate on top of that. I miss him” and then has to explain oh he’s not dead it’s weird time travel shenanigans, that’s just kinda par for the course at this point, no guys it’s okay and launches into a happy anecdote about them playing music probably. And they all kinda hope he’ll also get to show up, if not for the promise of another great hero, but for Times sake, their old man deserves to see his big brother again. And the Wind/Tune reveal happens and everyone sits there nodding like yeah to be fair, time traveling pirate hero, probably should have put that together earlier (how do you tell your other brothers three of you fought a war together but it was idk like a couple years ago for one, like 20 for another, and a couple months ago for the other. Also two of you have different names now. Funniest answer I think might be don’t but not out of secrecy, they just didn’t realize they had to. Maybe the reveal is one of them fucking up on the names one too many times and someone bring it up kinda worried. (“Look, old man, it’s okay to miss him but Wind isn’t Tune” “what the fuck I literally am” “what” “I fought a war and this is the respect I get” “language” “not now Wars, what does he mean?”)

(Sorry this is so long, had a captain it’s Tuesday kinda Tuesday too, and I’m recovering with comfort)

YES I LOVE THIS SO MUCH

I especially love the Wind+Time shenanigans like maybe time acts like The Responsible Adult and The Dad around the others, but he's a lil shit and acts like An Annoying Younger Brother around Wind which is hilarious out of context cause they're the oldest+youngest lmao

I personally think it's very on brand for Time and Wind to just go with it and not explain cause it's hilarious seeing everyone's reactions, they convince Wars not to tell too via blackmail

Also I don't know if you saw this drawing I did of Time+Wind older/younger brother dynamic lol but yes I'm super obsessed with it too

[roseredfae]

For Dean's Birthday 2025

ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: Dean comforts the reader when they feel down

ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀꜱ: Dean Winchester x reader, Sam Winchester

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: mention of anxiety and sad feelings, comfort, fluff

ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀꜱ ɴᴏᴛᴇ: I'm a little late, but I'd also like to share a little story I wrote last year. Dean is my comfort character and I just love him. Happy Birthday cutie pie ♥️

ꜱᴇʀɪᴇꜱ: ꜱᴜᴘᴇʀɴᴀᴛᴜʀᴀʟ

It was the middle of the night. Once again, I couldn't fall asleep and had snuck out of our motel room to get some fresh air. I hoped that this would somehow tire me out.

I sighed and took a sip of the tea I had quickly taken from the vending machine in the reception. It was a pleasantly cool night, finally some relief after the last few hot days.

The motel parking lot was quite and I could hear the crickets chirping. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the peace and quiet when I suddenly heard footsteps.

I turned around and looked into Dean's green, tired eyes. I smiled tiredly at him and he rubbed his eyes sleepily. "Can't you sleep?" he asked me in a raspy voice.

I nodded slightly. "Today is just not my day. Or rather night. Why are you up?" Dean usually slept like a rock. It was almost impossible to get him awake.

He looked at me, irritated. "You think I won't notice if you suddenly get up and leave? I heard the door to the room and your curse when you hit your leg." He grinned at me, sighed and took a seat next to me on the curb.

"Do you want to talk about it?" He looked at me sympathetically. Dean was like the big brother I never had and always wanted. I sighed again.

"There's nothing to talk about. I'm just exhausted and restless. My head is spinning like a merry-go-round and won't stop. I just don't want others to be disappointed in me...", "Do you know who you're disappointing the most right now?"

I looked at him hurt and shook my head. My only goal every day was to do my best for others. Dean put his hand on my shoulder.

"You. You're letting yourself down the most right now. You're putting so much pressure and anxiety on yourself every day that it's tearing you apart from the inside out. Stop putting so much pressure on yourself. No one is mad at you if you don't play the perfect lady. Just be yourself again and listen to yourself."

I looked at him sadly and desperately: "But who am I really? I feel like I lost my way at some point and no longer have any idea who I am or what I even want. I know my name, but it sounds like a stranger to me. I feel so surreal, like I'm in a trance. How do I manage to come back? To you, to me?"

Dean spread his arms out like a protective cocoon. "Come here, sweetheart, I'm here, I'm always here, you know that." I let him take me in his arms as tears ran down my cheeks. "I don't know what to do anymore, Dean..."

He stroked my head reassuringly. "You already know the solution. You don't have to do or be or achieve anything. You already have everything you need, you're here, you're healthy, you have a fulfilling job and you have us. You have a family that has your back. You are the best, kindest, sweetest, most helpful person I know. You're always there for everyone but yourself. None of us can give you what you really need. Only you can do that. You've done it before and you'll do it again. Because you are a fighter. And you always will be. No one can take that away from you, okay?"

I nodded silently.

He was still stroking my head reassuringly when suddenly the door opened again and a sleepy Sam stepped out of the room. He looked at us in irritation.

"What the hell are you doing out here? It's the middle of the night. Has something happened?"

Dean looked up at his little brother and shook his head. "It's all good, sweetheart here just can't sleep."

Sam nodded in understanding. "Do you need more cuddles?"

He grinned tiredly at me and I grinned back, nodding. "Yes please Sammy."

Sam didn't need to be asked twice and came up to us and hugged me from the other side. Now I was completely enclosed in two strong arms and I relaxed immediately. I sighed happily.

"Thank you guys. I love you. You're my family, I don't know what I'd do without you."

Sam shook his head. "You're our family too, but you can do it without us. You're strong enough that you can go on alone, but that doesn't mean you have to. Or that we'd let you go."

Dean chuckled and hugged me more. "Like we'd let you go willingly. Who else is going to bring me my coffee in the morning?" I laughed and snuggled up to them both.

"I think I can go back to sleep now. The cuddling has made me tired..." They both laughed and Sam slowly stood up again and held his hand out to me. "Come on then, princess. Time to go to bed."

I smiled and took his hand. The three of us went back to the room and when we were snuggled up and content in our beds, I finally fell asleep again with a smile on my face.