#just them being gross and cute and fluffy

[perseaisasimp]

Stuck With You

Percabeth | ~2.5k words | quarantine contentRead on ao3 here!

Whoa, whoa, oh

Baby, come take all my time

Go on, make me lose my mind

We got all that we need here tonight

Understanding Annabeth has never been easy for Percy.

He had gotten better over the years, to the point where he knew her better than herself. He can name the meaning behind every slightest move she does, the way her lips curl downwards ever so slightly, her eyes turning steely when she is irritated, the way her eyebrows shoot up every time she sees something challenging, the way her face flushes when she is cold, the scrunch of her nose when she is upset, he can go on. But sometimes she does something very unpredictable and it throws him for a loop, and he turns back into his awkward 14-year-old self who was struggling to goddamn understand why his best friend was cold to him all of a sudden.

It had only gotten 10-fold since she was pregnant now. It didn't help that they were cooped up together 24/7.

He loved her with his whole being, don't get him wrong, but sometimes she can be as impulsive as him, and he wonders how they work as well as they do. They are a deadly mix to put together. but, oh well.

Her mood swings would switch from one extreme to another in a matter of seconds, and sue him for struggling to keep up with them. Sometimes she claims it becomes too stuffy with him around all the time and locks herself away for a long time (he tries not to feel hurt by that, he knows it's her hormones taking over) other times she is overly affectionate, clinging to him all day demanding snuggles. he doesn't complain. Well, most of the time.

Like today morning, she waddled out of their room, clad in nothing but one of his old sweatshirts, that was too large for even him. he noted with a surge of affection that it wasn't too baggy on her, her bump filling out the front, the hem reaching to mid of her thighs.

she had bags under her eyes after working all night the previous day, despite his efforts to get her to bed( he almost always succeeded, but yesterday she was being extra stubborn “wanting to complete her designs before today morning.”).her hair was in a messy bun on top of her head, a few strands escaping and framing her face, the golden light seeping through curtains highlighting her features.

He watched amused as she shuffled towards him with a slight pout on her face, and declared she wanted him to cuddle her. sleep deprivation brings out the cuddler in Annabeth is a fact he learned early in their relationship. 

But he had been working on an important worksheet test for his class that would amount to 40% for their grade and he couldn't afford to slack off. And he told her as much.

But she only huffed, undeterred, before coming over to him and moving his things out of the way haphazardly despite his protests before curling up in his lap to take a nap. his wife was nothing but determined.

Percy was too amused and endeared to say anything or shove her off him (he wouldn't do that, obviously).so he gave in and carefully balanced his laptop and papers on his thigh that wasn't occupied by a mop of blond curls, to work on them silently while his other hand automatically went to play with her curls like it belonged there, working out the knots and scratching at her scalp occasionally.

A lazy smile tugged at the corners of his lips as she let out a content sigh. Annabeth's love language was physical touch, another fact he caught on to after a while of them dating. he had been awkward and shy with his touches at first, but she had had always been bold, to take his hands and kiss him in public. he has gotten used to it now, to an extent where they get called out by their friends for too much PDA.and Annab- he is getting off track, he has work, he has to remind himself.

He worked on his paper for a while getting lost in the morning bliss before he felt a poke on his thigh that almost made him jump. he looked down at her accusingly only to find her eyes closed not so innocently that he couldn't help but roll his eyes fondly at. he continued working until he felt another poke that made him look at her again, but this time she was looking up at him through her long lashes, with a pout to complete The look.

"Give me attention," she asked, almost whiny.

"Babe, angel, love, 'Beth, I've gotta get this done by tomorrow and I have barely got anything done," he said as patiently as he could.

"But I want attention. are you going to deny your pregnant wife?" she asked, pouting her lips even more for emphasis.

"Oh you love pulling that card, don't you," he sighed dramatically even though his smile said otherwise, before bending on his waist to press a chaste kiss to her lips, his fingers caressing her cheek gently before pulling away, "there, you have it."

Annabeth chased his lips and let out another whine that he couldn't help the chuckle that bubbled in his throat.

"You call that attention man?"

"Yes. very much so. but if you let me do this boring stuff now, later I can give you all my attention," he proposed wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.

Her face scrunched up adorably and she pushed his face away playfully.

"Gross. why am I dating you again?"

"Something about being married and being together forever? I am not sure though," he rolled his eyes playfully.

"Hmm. Weird, I don't remember agreeing to any of that," she added.

"The big stone on your finger says otherwise," he says distractedly, already going back to his work. and as much as kissing his wife sounded tempting-he had work.

He made it for a whole 40 seconds before he felt her pinching his sides.

He tried feigning annoyance, but there is only so much Percy is immune to, and Pouty Annabeth isn't one of them. even he can feel his facàde crumbling.

"You are not going to let me be, are you?" he asked, with clear mirth in his voice. Annabeth only shrugged in response.

"You know, if the roles were reversed and if it were you in my position and I in yours, I would have been judo flipped 2 minutes into the conversation," he said, his hands moving to her swollen belly to caress it.

"Oh absolutely. But you are all soft on me, so you wouldn't do that," she says to him in a chirpy tone, clearly pleased with the fact she got to him easily.

"Keep telling yourself that,"

"Oh please, your mom taught you better than to judo flip a pregnant woman," she says dryly.

Just then an idea struck him and he moved from under her to stand up already holding a hand out to help her to her feet.

She scowled at him at first, annoyed that her personal pillow was gone, but squawked when he tugged her to her feet in a swift.

"What are you doing!"

He pulled his phone out quickly, tapping away to find what he intended to, ignoring Annabeth's grumbling. he hit the play button and threw his phone on the couch before turning to her.

She looked at him confused before the sound of a familiar song reached her and she rolled her eyes fondly.

"You are so sappy," she poked at his sides before winding her arms around his neck and dropping her head to his chest, and nestling close to him as much as her bump would allow her.

"What! You asked for attention! And dancing definitely qualifies as a top-tier form of attention." He added smirking lopsidedly. he felt her smile against his chest.

Percy moved his hands to her waist, circling around it securely and dropping his cheek to rest on top of her incredibly soft curls. His hands rubbed her back soothingly, kneading her back.

" I'm not one to stick around-"

It was their first wedding dance song. he had no clue as to what the song was when Annabeth first played it to him and asked his opinion. (he was more into punk-rock and he wasn't sure Annabeth would allow a punk song to be their first wedding dance song)

"Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh

Got all this time on my hands

Might as well cancel our plans, yeah

I could stay here for a lifetime-"

He pulls back and twirls her. she laughs and snorts at the same time, which is unbelievably cute. he pulls her back to his chest, hips lining like puzzle pieces fitting each other, and sways them from side to side.

"What happened to your work Mr. I-am-oh-so-busy Jackson?" Even though he couldn't see her, he knew for a fact her eyebrows were raised in question, lips pulled into a soft smile.

He shook his head trying not to smile, "Oh, it can wait, Mrs. I-want-attention Jackson, "He told her earnestly.

Annabeth didn't hold back her laugh as he twirled her again and pulled her close, chest to chest this time.

Her hands went around his waist and she laid her head back on his chest, warmth seeping through his thin shirt. That was enough for them, being in each other's presence, holding each other, feeling their pulses beat in rhythm. no words had to be spoken, she knew him like the back of her hand and he knew her just as well. 

He has known Annabeth for more than a decade, been together for the better half of it, but he still learns new things about her every day.it was fascinating to see her in her world. the small waddle she does now, how her palms seem to almost always rest on her bump. his heart couldn't handle the surge of affection he felt for her.

he nudged her temple with his nose affectionately and kissed it for good measure, lingering there and breathing her in.

"So lock the door

And throw out the key

Can't fight this no more

It's just you and me-"

"You smell weird," Percy did not intend for it to come out the way it did, really. she smelled good. Really good, in fact. she has always smelt like citrus, Vanilla, and home. now it was more tender, motherly. The thought brought immense joy to him. they were going to be parents, a fact he still hasn't gotten his head around. Soon they would have a little girl running around with blond curls in pigtails and gray eyes throwing witty comments just like her mom. his smile widened even more if that was even possible. 

He felt a kick to his shin and winced.

"Ow! hey- why would you do that!"

"You were being mean!"

"It was a compliment!"

She tilted her head to the side and her eyebrows shot to her hairline.

"I am not sure you have the right definition of compliment"

"You didn't let me complete! I just meant you smell different," her eyebrows rose again "good different! Like a motherly smell!"

Her scowl slowly morphed into a smile that she tried to hide and he swore he could see her eyes tearing up just a little bit.

She sniffed and dropped her forehead to his shoulder.

"Well make it sound like one next time, asshole."

Percy snickered and he felt her laugh more than see it as she shook with it.

"There's nowhere we need to be

No, no, no

I'ma get to know you better

Kinda hope we're here forever

There's nobody on these streets

If you told me that the world's ending

Ain't no other way that I could spend it-"

He ducked his head and nudged her head with his nose repeatedly until she looked up.

"Hey, hey, hey, hey-"

"What." she propped her chin on his chest to look up at him. He placed a kiss on her nose taking advantage of the height difference that always annoyed her. she feigned annoyance, though he could see her lips pulling into a smile.

"We are building something permanent."

She was now beaming at him, forgetting her previous attempt to stay mad at him.

"Thank you for marrying me," she voiced quietly, looking at him as if he hung the stars and the moon.

"Of course, you doofus. There is no one else I would be stuck with for the rest of my life," he added cheekily, returning her contagious smile. but they both knew he meant it without a doubt. he was her moon and she was his world, they gravitated and revolved around each other, finding each other no matter how lost they were.

Annabeth's eyes shone with unshed tears, though she looked ecstatic as rose to her tiptoes and brought her lips up to his, her hands going to hold his face. he returned it happily, smiling widely when she bit his bottom lip and sucked on it lightly. he held her tightly, yet gently his fingers tracing out random patterns on her exposed stomach. it soon turned into lazy drawn-out sweet kisses and to just smiles pressed against each other.

"So go ahead and drive me insane

Baby, run your mouth

I still wouldn't change

All this lovin' you, hatin' you, wantin' you-

He pulled away and rested his forehead against her.

"I love you. I love you so so so so so much," he said punctuating each word with a kiss peppered all over her face.

She laughed and moved her face away from him, her palms pushing his face out of the way. he simply grabbed her hands and placed a kiss on her palm before kissing each of her fingers, lingering on her ring finger before lacing their fingers together and holding them to his heart. Annabeth placed a kiss on his chest on top of his shirt and murmured a quiet I love you.

They danced, swayed, and kissed for a while, living in the small bubble they created for themselves, in the middle of their living room, plans cancelled, works forgotten, stuck in their own world. Percy couldn't have cared less if an asteroid hit the earth right then, he would stay there forever with the love of his life.

"Oh I'm stuck with you, stuck with you, stuck with You

Stuck with you, stuck with you, stuck with you"

[ivyfics]

Bg bokutskki where Bokuto finally pulls a real, non-smirky, joyful smile out of Tsukki and he kind of stands there, rebooting, because he did that. He did. What.

Then he starts smiling too, even bigger and wider than tsukki because happiness is meant to be shared!!!!!

[curseofaphrodite]

Palace Walls | R.A.B

prince!regulus black x fem!guard!reader

request: one day, for some reason, the reader gets hurt. And then we get the iconic, "Who did this to you?" and then pure unbridled rage! And then fluffy ending, cause I need that happiness in my life...

All kings had enemies, but the Black family had the most notorious ones. Even their own subjects were executed when claims arose of them being in the order of Phoenix — that too, without substantial evidence. It's not fair, they'd scream and cry.

Toujours Pur, right? Since when was any of it fair?

Rumors of assassinations were frequent, but for the past few days, word reached the king that there was an attack planned by the Order, possibly with a spy inside the palace. Paranoid as ever, he let go of all his servants and appointed new ones.

For Prince Regulus's disappointment, his new head guard happened to be you.

------

"There's the new set of maps—"

"How many times have I told you to knock before entering?" Regulus snapped, covering up his paintings with a frown.

"The door was open..." you said, confused.

"He was showing me the flowers he drew," Sirius said lazily from the nearest chair. "You know how he hates to be associated with anything pleasant."

"Sirius!" Regulus groaned. "Nevermind, just leave the maps on the bed and go."

"I need to discuss the changes in them," you prompted quickly.

"Why on earth do I need to know that?"

"You are a prince; when time comes for a quick escape, you need to understand the mapmaker's symbols."

"Bold of you to assume I'd run from a fight."

"Stupid of you to assume I'd let you stay."

"I can do as I please!"

You rolled your eyes. "Unfortunate for you, I'd be held responsible if you die. So yes your safety's my priority."

"I'm not a baby!" he said, too shrill that he accidentally did sound like a toddler throwing a tantrum. You sighed.

"I'll come back when you're done with the paintings."

Sirius's eyes followed you as you walked out. Regulus scowled.

"What! She's looking particularly ravishing today."

The younger brother came out of his trance, watching Sirius with newborn annoyance. "Father would murder you."

"Oh please, I know his list of mistresses. Known some of them intimately too."

"Gross."

"He shouldn't care about anyone I have an interest in, even if they're someone who works for him."

"So you do have interest? In her?" he asked, alarmed. "Why?"

"Have you seen her?"

"I suppose she's tolerable in looks," Regulus answered, his nose scrunched up. "Her smug smile and calculating eyes are a different matter entirely."

"It's okay Reg, you can admit she's cute."

"What, no!"

"You totally want to fuck her."

Regulus gasped. "I do not!"

"She's been controlling way too much of your moves that you want to have your way with her for one night — just to show that she could turn into a mess too. It's all okay."

"I'm ignoring you said any of that."

Sirius smirked, standing. "Whatever makes you sleep at night, brother."

He paused at the bed, pocketing the maps without a word.

"What do you need them for?" Regulus asked quickly.

"You're not the only prince who needs escaping," Sirius winked, walking off.

----

The one good thing about Regulus's life was that he wasn't the heir to the throne. It gave him a sense of relief nothing else could. He often felt sorry for Sirius, but something told him his brother won't be a king anytime soon either. Especially since he was a friend of Potters, something he'd get disowned for... if anyone knew.

What if father already did? What if all the increased security for me was just a precaution for preserving his legacy? Regulus wondered, then scolded himself for being so rational. He'd rather be oblivious.

He'd rather be free.

He spotted you walking outside, and sighed, throwing himself to bed like a grounded teenager.

He hated how he saw you almost everywhere, and he hated how he looked for you when you weren't.

Sirius's words echoed in his mind as he drifted off to sleep.

----

They only blew the horns when something terrible was happening.

Regulus sat upright, hung up on his sleepy daze. He poked his head outside the window, then immediately wished he hadn't.

Dozens of soldiers were fighting obvious members of the Order, and neither of them was backing down. Spells were flying, and screams took over the air.

The rumored attack was finally here. He got out of his room.

"Reg!" Sirius emerged from the nearest corridor, grabbing him by his sleeve. "I need you to run, okay? Take the maps and run. Don't ever come back—"

"What's going on?" Regulus interrupted, taking his wand out. "I thought you wouldn't rat out your family but I suppose the Potters are more important. Am I wrong, traitor?"

"If you're implying I'm the spy, you're heavily wrong."

"Don't expect me to believe you're on our side."

"You're not on their side either, I know you're not." Sirius shook his head softly. "This fight was a long time coming, you know it. Our father works with the Dark Lord. Do you know how many lives will be lost if their alliance goes on?"

Regulus stared blankly.

"I won't fight you," Sirius continued. "If this is the last memory you'll have of me, I don't want it to be us fighting. But please, come with me."

"I can't," Regulus whispered, shaking his head violently. "I just can't."

"Think on it." With that, the oldest Black brother disapparated on the spot, probably to help with the fight one way or another. Regulus slumped back to his room with intention of getting his sword. If there was any use for it, it was now.

"Regulus?" You sounded surprised to see him in his own room, and he was shocked to hear his name called without any fancy titles, but he didn't comment on it. It was the least of his worries right now.

"I'm not runn- wait," he stopped, observing you quietly. Your sleeves were torn, obviously cut through with a blade. You appeared weak, injured, and helpless — so much so that he was instantly filled with anger.

"Who did this to you?" he asked venomously, as though he'd march through the fight and murder them right there on the spot. You could see the fury in his eyes and feel it in his words.

"It's fine, the fight's not over—"

"Come here, I'll patch you up," he commanded, nodding towards the bed.

"Now's not the time for medical assistance—"

"That's an order."

Now, this was entirely new territory. Cautiously, you pulled yourself to the bed with clear annoyance.

"What happened?" he asked, kneeling to observe the scars in your hands. You winced when he touched them.

"Sectumsepra, didn't patch myself well. The healing spell barely worked."

"You didn't bleed out so that's something," he sighed, but the anger hadn't dried out. "I need you to rest here while I go deal with the attack."

"No," you grabbed his hand as he stood up. "You're staying here. I'm supposed to protect you, not the other way around."

"You're hurt."

"Everyone is. There's a war outside!"

"I'll call the royal healer to get to you—"

"Don't tell anyone I'm here," you interrupted. "Please."

He stared at you quizzically. "I won't sell you out, if that's what you're worried about."

You blinked. "You knew?"

"Sectumsepra's rarely a curse the Order knows about. So if Death Eaters attacked you, you're obviously the spy."

"You're not...?"

"Angry, betrayed, sad? No. But why did you come here? You could have disapparated with someone from the Order."

"Are you not listening to me? I wanted to make sure you were safe."

"You need to go," his voice was firm. Clearly another order, but one you refused.

"Not without you," you bargained, teeth clenched.

He paused, thinking it through. It was stupid to go with you, stupid to even consider it. But somehow, it appeared more tempting than staying.

"You're going to ruin my life," Regulus said, pacing around the room.

"What are you doing?"

"Packing," he replied, throwing you the books from the table. You smirked.

[spoodrm4n]

Hello :) I have a request for Steve x Reader, it’s based on the prompt of the kids watching them (being all cute) and one of them says “I’ve never seen him this happy before”.

It’s pretty open so write whatever feels write just make it super fluffy bc I’m a sucker for those <33 Thank you SO much in advance, I love your writing!

it's halloween in this lil drabble because i need fall asap!!

It Looks Good On Him

Pairings: Steve Harrington x Reader

Warnings: none! just a whole lotta fluff :)

You found yourself walking through the rich neighborhood of Hawkins with your boyfriend, Steve, taking the kids out for Halloween. This was your first time chaperoning the kids, but Steve had watched them last year, so he knew what houses to hit for the giant candy bars. You and Steve were walking behind the group, letting them take the lead for a bit. 

“You think I can convince one of them to give me a candy bar?” You smiled up at Steve and he laughed at you, eyes crinkling at the edges and grip on your hand tightening. Unknown to you both, the group of kids weren’t oblivious to your conversation or the sickly sweet looks you had been trading all night. 

“Ugh, can’t they just get a room already?” Lucas gagged, turning back around to the party. 

“I think it’s cute!” Max declared, shoving Lucas in the shoulder playfully. “Besides, you don’t think it’s gross when it’s us.” Max stuck her tongue out at him. 

“I think it’s super nice that Steve’s finally found someone for him.” Will shrugged, kicking a rock that was on the road ahead of him. 

“Totally! Y/N is like the perfect match!” Mike agreed, nodding to the two. The two of you continued walking behind them, giggling and whispering to each other. You and Steve had met in High School, but you had only passed each other in the hallway, never really speaking to one another, but acknowledging that the other existed. It wasn’t until you had gotten a job at Scoops Ahoy that the two of you actually started to talk to each other. You both had gotten along well– maybe even too well– and you had developed feelings for Steve. Unfortunately, you had gotten wrapped up in figuring out the secret Russian code and getting stuck in their underground base. You and Steve went through it together and it had ended up okay. The two of you got together shortly after Star Court and had been loving every second since. 

“What do you think they’re talking about?” El tilted her head to the side, eyes scanning the couple behind them. You were motioning with the hand that wasn’t laced with Steve’s as you were talking to him. He was just staring back at you with a soft smile, pure adoration in his gaze. 

“They’re probably plotting to steal our candy.” Dustin rolled his eyes, leading the party to another house. Dustin turned back to really look at the two of you. Ever since Steve had asked you out he had been overall more of a joyful person. He smiled more, laughed more, and the usual tension in his shoulders had disappeared. Dustin had noticed the change and he couldn’t be more happy for his friend; even if that meant he had to share Steve with you. 

Steve leaned down and captured your lips in a quick kiss. You both parted and you giggled, cheeks turning pink. You grinned up at him and continued your conversation. 

“I’ve never seen him this happy before.” Dustin blinked, voice soft almost like he was talking to himself. 

“Yeah, it’s a good look on him. He deserves it.” Max smiled at you two. She liked the effect you had on Steve. 

“Come on, guys! Stop gawking over them and let’s get some more of those king sized candy bars.” Lucas groaned, taking the lead of the party.

[selineram3421]

hiii may I request alastor w a super cheery and sweet s/o? Basically everyone is terrified of him but then there’s reader who they think is the sweetest angel who somehow got sent to hell. Even alastor has never seen reader mad, but then an incident happens (you can decide what!) and reader loses it, later they’re covered in blood but they still have a cute lil smile even though there is a dead body underneath them. Alastor is watching respectfully. He’s stunned but is incredibly entertained. Def wants to see it happen again.

Oh I love this! Sweet sweet sweet.

Sweet Dangerous Thing

Romantic: Alastor X Sweet Reader

Warning! ⚠

⚠ descriptive injuries, blood, fluff, soft Alastor ⚠

~

Alastor was always unpredictable, chaos wise and just in general. Everyone around him would always be on edge. Waiting for his next plan of attack.

This time however, the hotel crew (who all knew of the Radio Demon's shenanigans) were surprised by the soft looking demon he brought over one day.

"This is the establishment I'm working with my dear.", he says softly.

Mouths hit the floor at the way he looked at the demon on his arm. It was like the way Gomez would gaze at Morticia, but ace.

"Oh its absolutely lovely!", they say with glittering eyes, looking around the lobby. "How does the kitchen look? Is it big?", they asked looking at him with a head tilt.

"That's what she said-", Angel coughed.

Vaggie whacks the spider quickly and Charlie shushes him.

"It's a chef's dream!", he says, walking them over to the kitchen. "A baker's too!"

The crew follows, peeking through the kitchen door windows to see the two demons interact.

"Who is that?", Charlie asks. "Hun, do you know?", the blonde looks to her girlfriend.

"Nuh-uh. Deadbeat?", Vaggie looks to Husk.

"Hell, I'm surprised that they ain't dead yet. Niffty?", the cat demon looks up at the little cyclops sitting on his shoulders.

"Nope! Not a clue!", Niffty says, face pressed against the glass. "Sparkle?", she says, not taking her eyes off of the two.

"How the fuck would I know?", Angel says.

Meanwhile, the two in the kitchen are looking at the oven.

"So much space! I could make pie, cake, bread, cookies!", they list off, opening the oven door.

"I assume its to your liking?", he asks with a smile.

"You bet'cha! And there's a sink in the island counter! It really is a baker's dream!", they gush.

The others just outside the door began arguing about who it could be.

"Must be another poor fool who made a deal.", Husk says.

"No way! Have you seen that smile! Its totally different.", Charlie shakes her head.

"What if he's just playing nice until he kills them?", Vaggie shrugs.

"Maybe a friend?", Niffty guesses.

"Nah. That's his fuck buddy.", Angel smirks, crossing his arms.

Everyone looks at the spider demon with a grossed out face. Vaggie literally kicks his ass and he hits the doors, falling face first onto the kitchen tiles.

It's quiet.

Charlie steps over Angel, watching out for his hands and looks up with a smile. "Hi! I'm Charlie and welcome to the Happy Hotel!", she says clasping her hands together.

"That's nice but are they ok?", they ask, pointing at the fluffy demon.

"I'm-", Angel is cut off by Vaggie.

"He's fine, just an idiot."

"Um-", they go to speak but the other two also enter the kitchen.

"Who the fuck are you?", Husk bluntly asks.

Alastor's smile twitches. "That's quite rude Husker, ask properly."

The cat demon quickly changes his tone after clearing his throat. "We don't know who you are, can you tell us?"

Everyone is shocked at the answer they give.

"I'm Alastor's significant other!"

.

After introductions, you all sat in the lobby.

The group asked for details, so you settled with telling them about the day that you and Alastor had met.

"I was trying to order something at a café and some brute of a demon tried to lay a hand on me.", you explain.

"Of course being the gentleman that I am, I couldn't let such a thing happen!", Alastor says proudly.

Most of them want to say bullshit but kept quiet.

You smile at your darling and place a hand on his. "He defused the situation and offered to pay for my things.", then you look back to the others. "Its quite the café cliché but we've kept in touch since and one thing led to another. Now we're here!"

They sat in front of you both, a bit shocked at you holding hands with the red dressed demon.

"I'm very glad that I took care of it. I got to meet such a lovely being worthy of my attention.", Alastor lifts up your hand and kisses the back of it.

.

That was nearly two weeks ago. The shocked look on their faces made you laugh.

And you being so kind, gentle, and naturally sweet. They wondered how exactly you ended up in Hell, deeming it a mistake.

(Also wondering how the hell Alastor got you. Especially with him being...well, him.)

You were at the hotel today, helping Niffty with making and setting up baked goods for guests to take. She would ask a lot of questions, but you surprised her by keeping up with things you could answer.

The doors open and a demon rushes in. "I need help!", they gasp out.

"Is everything alright?", you ask confused, stepping out from behind the check-in counter.

Husk's ear twitches and moves it to the side to listen in from the bar.

"Please! I n-need somewhere to hide!", the demoness says and looks back towards the doors.

"Calm down now, I'll help but I need you to explain at the counter.", you usher them over to hide under the counter and give a pen and paper. "Niffty, would you be so kind to finish up?"

The little demon nods and speeds her way into the kitchen to get the rest of the sweets.

Getting more check-in papers, you gently whisper to the scared demon. "Stay quiet and write down what's-"

The doors are kicked open by someone with a loud bang.

"WHERE ARE YOU!? YOU FUCKING BITCH!", a bull demon shouts.

The noise gains the attention of the others in the vicinity. Including Alastor.

"Hello sir! Would you like to check into the Happy Ho-", you don't get to finish as they stomp over, grabbing your face and pulling you forward.

"Where. Are. They.", he demands.

Before Alastor can take a step, there's a loud snap.

"AAAAARGH!", the bull shouts out in pain, his wrist twisted all the way around and to the point of muscles ripping and blood spilling out.

Your mouth split open with a sharp row of teeth, your smile is wide as you laugh in such a disturbing tone it sends shivers down everyone's spine.

"ꁸꐇꂑꍟ꓅! Quiet~", you shout and then repeat softly, tapping the demon on his nose.

He hisses as you pull at his hand, making the skin stretch at the wrist, the pain getting worse.

"I ought to teach you a lesson on proper manners! You just stormed through here as if you were the ruler of Hell! Tsk tsk.", you shake your head in disappointment. "And to treat staff so poorly. How awful."

The demon before you scowls. "I'm here looking for a bitch-"

Another twist of his wrist and he shuts up after letting out another shout in pain.

"Disrespectful too!", you say, ripping off his hand completely and tossing it to the side.

He screams in pain, moving away from you and holding his bleeding arm. "YOU FUCKING PIECE OF SHIT!", the bull shouts.

Then he makes the mistake of trying to hit you.

Most of the bystanders watch with fear or disgust. However, Alastor watches with fascination and awe. His heart skipping a beat as you tear the demons neck open with your teeth.

You drop the body of the now double dead demon and sigh when looking down at the messy floor. "Oh jeez, Niffty is not going to like this.", you say with a frown, blood stains covering your form.

Alastor goes up to you and holds you close. "That was magnificent my darling!", he says, picking you up with a spin. "You had my heart racing! You sweet, dangerous thing!"

You just giggle and wrap your arms around him.

The others just stand there stunted by how you both just ignore the body. Even the girl you helped looks weirded out. They watch as you both leave, Alastor still carrying you and not minding the blood at all.

Niffty quickly goes to work, disposing the body and cleaning the floors.

"So..that happened.", Angel says with a shake of his head. "Who knew Sweet-cheeks was crazy like Smiles."

Charlie walks over to the new demon behind the counter. "Hey.. Would you like to stay at the Happy Hotel?"

~

"It was like the way Gomez would gaze at Morticia, but ace."- I want this.

~Seline, the person.

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ML for Alastor🎙

[armin-supremacy]

How about the demon bros with an mc who flusters easily, and they all make it a competition to see who makes them fluster the most

ooooo! say less~

pov : operation fluster mc

pairings: brothers (separate) x gn!mc

format: headcannon

genre: fluffy fluff, slightly suggestive themes

this man

unlike the others, he's r u t h l e s s

leans more towards whispering suggestive words in your ears rather than actual touches

take much much pride in the fact one simple little comment can turn you into a mess

once again, smug asf

does it as soon as you're alone

only to waltz away like nothing happened

what a prick

and he knows it

that's what makes it fun

for shits an giggles, will on the one occasion do it when the others aren't looking

then will OPENLY out you

"mc are you running a fever? you're awfully red-"

his expression is filled with worry

but you both know he's enjoying watching you stutter an excuse

swears he's got this in the bag

he doesn't srry

half the time, he ends up flustered too

wack asf if you ask me

anyway

def will use this as an opportunity to touch you anyway he can

knows you have a weak spot when your neck is touched

"mc, you've got something in your hair. don't worry. the great Mammon will take care of it!"

BOOM

now you're flustered

holy shit it actually worked

his go to

that's why he most definitely does not have this in the bag

you smart cookie, you catch on quickly

hear me out on this one kay

would definitely freak out and hesitate

ya know, being a lil shut in and not the best in this 'area'

but

he's also smart

can use this to an advantage 😈

'accidental touches' when you're alone

makes sure his fingers are always brushing against yours when handing you something

"a-ah I'm sorry mc! i-I didn't mean to!-"

"Ah i-im such a clumsy g-gross otaku!"

really had to pep talk for this one but

'accidently' huffs just the teensiest breath against your ear when he leans over your shoulder to look at what you're showing him

and oh ho ho was the pep talk worth it

+1 for levi-chan <3

let's get one thing straight cause I'm not happy pride besties

Satan wins.

I don't accept criticism srry

he's so detail oriented

so observant

how could he NOT

knows just the right places to brush against to drive you wild

knows exactly what to whisper in your ear too

bestie you better stay strong I have faith in you

sike

always has that handsome shit eating smile when he succeeds in flustering you

"That's a cute blush you got there-"

most definitely finds an opportunity to have you pinned against a bookshelf in his room idc he DOES IT

finally he can touch you and tease you as much as he wants without being scolded 😈😈

a very close winner if Satan wasn't on the ball

man's knows how to drive a person wild

the compliments he usually showers you with become much more suggestive

"You look stunning mc!"

you don't know when he got so close

gently tilts your chin, which he found out you're a sucker for by accident oops

"almost delicious too. you'll allow me a taste, won't you?"

GIVES THE CUTEST FUCKING POUT

you almost cave

almost

you were too busy dying tho

okay okay he flusters you alot

but he genuinely does it on accident

and so nonchalantly

like, he really thinks of ways to actually make you flustered

duh it's a competition and you're part of the prize

of course he's gonna think of ways to win this

again the accidental

"Oh, mc you got some food there-"

leans over to like it from the corner of your lip

Ouran Host style

"can't waste it, can we?"

the cutest grin by God

goes back to thinking of ideas on flustering you

meanwhile you're right next to him

about to explode by how red your face has gotten

this little fucker

slips into your dreams

he may not seem like it, but he knows exactly how to get you how he wants you

like Satan, he's observant but more low key

so he's using everything he's noticed about you in said dreams

makes SURE you're flustered the rest of the day, constantly thinking about the night before

acts completely oblivious when you bring it up to him

and once you're embarrassed

oh ho ho

goes to walk past you but surprises you by leaning to your ear

"I'll try to be more subtle next time."

H O W-

~~~~~~

👀👀👀👀 so how'd I do?

[daigina-3]

(Middle school steddie- Steve mistakes Eddie as the new girl at school)

Steve sees her across the hall.

Or, he sees her hair first, through a thinning crowd of other middle schoolers, running to their lockers or their friends lockers to chat and escape class for a few minutes.

Her hair’s just barely touching her shoulders, curly and dark brown. Just a little fluffy and Steve knows he’s never seen this head of hair before- a new person in a town like Hawkins where no one is new- he keeps staring.

She’s wearing a flannel that’s way too big for her, jeans and a messenger bag slung over her shoulder. There’s lots of little buttons on it, ones Steve can’t make out but he thinks it makes her bag look cool- she has personality. Eclectic (thanks Mr. Donovan for the new vocab word).

She slams her locker closed and turns- Steve just barely catches her face, pretty with her nose scrunched up like she’s mad- before she does a 180 and disappears down the hall.

Steve’s liked lots of girls, publicly. Loudly. He puffs his chest up in front of his friends and says “I dropped my pencil on purpose in Science class and Jennifer gave it back to me,” he smiles, smug as his guy friends look on. “Works every time. She’s into me.”

He was totally bullshitting, of course. He’d dropped his pencil on accident. But Tommy teased him about crushing on Jennifer- made some gross comment about her changing during PE- and Steve hated the little shriveling feeling he got in his stomach when Tommy made jokes about that stuff. Embarrassment. Shame- liking people was shameful- or, no, being lame, being unpopular, being undatable and shy around girls was shameful.

(Years later, Steve would scoff at his seventh grade self. The least of his problems.)

So Steve balled up that shriveling little feeling in his gut and clenched it right, took control. Actually, hadn’t Tommy heard? Steve was the master of picking up chicks. He’d played Jennifer like a violin, if violins were easy to play, and now she was hooked.

It kept going- first Jennifer, then Stacy, then Michelle. The second Steve caught even a whiff of his friends about to say something he took control. And yeah, turns out this shit was really like eighty percent confidence because the guys bought it and the girls did too- every one of them blushed and turned to look at their friends when Steve passed them by in the hallways. He was a chick magnet- the most badass chick magnet seventh grader you’d ever met, the way he told it.

When people were watching, anyway. When they weren’t, well. He guesses he’d liked Jennifer and the rest of them enough but he really couldn’t have cared less. They were fine. They were cool. But even if they were cool, the pressure of girls was way more trouble than it was worth.

But Steve sees her- and suddenly, he has his first private crush. A little feeling nudges it’s way into his chest. A little pinch in his heart when he sees her in the cafeteria or at her locker. And this is just for him.

For the first time, without anyone around, Steve likes a girl.

He doesn’t have any classes with her- wouldn’t dare ask any of his friends about her. He wants to keep this little feeling, this fragile thing in his chest, just for him. He won’t let anyone else ruin it.

He hears her laugh at something a teachers says- and it’s so cute. He noticies when she tucks her curly hair behind one ear- and she’s so pretty. He sees her eat alone at lunch and and wants to sit with her, pauses in the middle of the cafeteria- maybe-

“Hey, Steve,” Carol calls in the other direction. Tommy H and the others- Brian, Isaac, the whole gang are waiting.

Steve joins them, dragging his sneakers so they squeak on the linoleum in quiet dejection, mostly tunes out when his friends talk about some weirdo boy in Carol’s class who draws freaky pictures in his textbook and maybe is starting a cult.

He sees her name, kind of. Written sloppy on the paper she’s got crushed in her hands- a B on some math homework- he reads ELLIE MUNSON.

Ellie Munson. It’s cute. Ellie. Ellie.

He tucks the name away next to the little feeling in his chest. Ellie.

A week later, he has a note written up. A little torn out piece of notebook paper, folded up into eighths in the breast pocket of his jacket. Right next to the tucked away little feeling in his heart and the tucked away Ellie. Ellie and the little feeling and the note squeeze in his chest, tight. He gets on the bus- it won’t take him home, but it’s the bus he knows Ellie will be riding because he told his mom he had to stay after school the day before so he could scope out the bus pick up- and she’s not there.

He stands at the front, in between two of the cheap bus seats, looking for her curly brown hair. He keeps going over every row, every mop of hair in every seat until he accepts that she’s not there and kids are pushing at him from behind- he drags his feet to the back of the bus and plops down in a free seat.

He takes out the little folded up paper and fiddles with it in his fingers. He pouts, looks out the window, feels the nerves drain out of him slow and sad.

Another day.

Thump.

Someone plops down next to him and Steve’s little pinch in his chest becomes a choke hold because holy shit it’s her. It’s her.

She’s got her Walkman in her ears, old and taped together with some stickers on it. She’s not paying Steve any mind, almost trained in the way she’s not looking at him; lost in the chaotic music turned up so high he can hear it loud and clear next to her, though he doesn’t know what it is.

Up close, she has the faintest hint of freckles on her cheeks. Steve’s never thought a nose could be cute before but hers is and her eyes are so big and round- he takes her in in sneaking glances, his cheeks warm.

They pass by three stops before Steve kicks himself. He doesn’t know when she gets off but he can’t miss it now. He can’t.

He turns his body- frozen stiff- towards her, their knees just an inch apart, and thanks god for the private bubble made by an entire bus of kids talking over each other so loud that no one would hear them even if they tried.

He clutches the note in his hand.

“Uh- Hi- Ellie?”

She doesn’t hear him at first, still ignoring him and staring at nothing like she’s a trained pro. Steve repeats himself but ends up tapping her on the shoulder and she jumps like she only just noticed him.

“…yeah?” She mumbles, quiet.

Steve doesn’t know what to say. He didn’t plan this far ahead- sit next to the pretty girl, give her the note, hope she says yes. But what does he say?

“I uh.” Nothing apparently. With his heart in his throat and his little tucked away feeling blown up to the size of a hot air balloon in his chest, Steve takes the little note folded up in eighths and thrusts it towards Ellie, his arms still stiff.

She stares at him for four agonizing seconds before taking it.

And the note is about as elegant as the China-glass-fragile ego of a seventh grade boy will allow- which is to say, Steve had written, using his best pen in very careful handwriting:

Ellie,

Hi. I’m Steve. You’re a really cool girl. I like you. Will you go out with me?

[_] YES or [_]NO

Steve

Steve watches her, his lips pressed together in a thin line, the hot hair balloon in his chest ready to explode.

“You don’t have to answer now,” he manages to get out- is praying she’ll smile and slip it in her pocket. Maybe sit a little closer to him on the bus seat and share her headphones.

Her eyebrows knit together.

Her lips purse in a sour frown.

She looks at Steve like he’s something nasty stuck to her shoe.

Steve has never felt more scared.

“Is this a joke? You’re not fucking funny,” Ellie spits, her voice is poison, it’s anger, she hates Steve and he doesn’t understand. Can’t wrap his mind around it and the feeling in his chest that got so big, that choke hold that was so tight- it’s going for the kill.

“No- no, I-“

“I told your dumb friends- I’m not a girl,” she snarls and balls the paper up in her hand.

“Wait- huh? No-“

And Steve sees it. Holy shit, holy shit- how could he be so dumb? The way his shoulders were just a little bit wider, the way his eyebrows were just a little bit unruly, not like the other girls in school- his voice, Steve had thought it was just a little scratchy for a girl but no. No.

Steve looks Ellie over and he’s not Ellie at all. On his messenger bag at between them, among the little buttons and pins a hand-sewn on patch says EDDIE in big bold letters.

Eddie Munson was not a girl.

Steve screams- not because Eddie but because he has so many things he wants to say all at once-I’m sorry I didn’t know and I didn’t know and it’s fine I don’t care I’m sorry and it wasn’t a joke I wouldn’t joke about that and I didn’t mean it- and I’m sorry-

And eventually he does. His face beat-red, he rushes to explain himself and then calms down and actually explains himself- and apologize- and apologize again.

Eddie- Eddie, not Ellie- side eyes him, weary. He looks from the note balled up in his hand to Steve and back again. “I’m.. not gay,” he mutters.

“No! No, me neither,” Steve rushes to agree. And he’s not. Eddie just.. really looked like a pretty girl. So obviously now that he’s not a pretty girl, Steve doesn’t like him. Duh.

“It’s the hair,” Eddie says. “People always call me ‘little girl’ when they see me from behind.” Steve agrees, laughs stiffly.

“So- we don’t have to, like, tell anyone about this.. it was a.. misunderstanding. I’m sorry,” Steve says for the hundredth time.

Eddie shakes his head, tells Steve it’s okay- he’s sorry, too, for snapping- but there’s some assholes around school getting on his case, so. He assumed Steve was, too.

“Tommy,” Steve supplies and Eddie nods. Adds ‘and Carol’ and Steve grimaces. They both know Steve knows Tommy and Carol. Their friend group is no secret. “Yeah, they can be.. I get it.”

And he does get it. He gets that whatever Carol and Tommy have been saying to Eddie or about Eddie that it fucking sucks and if they knew.. Steve doesn’t want to think about it.

(For him or for Eddie.)

So he and Eddie promise- this stays between them. Eddie seems to understand that Steve- well, he doesn’t have to say it and Eddie just gets it, gets what he wants to say. And Steve kind of thinks he gets Eddie, too.

And they give each other these smiles- careful, small smiles.

The bus lurches to a stop, just outside of Forest Hills trailer park and Eddie stands up slow, letting a few kids behind him go first. “This is me,” he says. “See you around.. Steve.”

“Uhh, yeah. Bye.. Eddie.”

Eddie shuffles down the middle of the buss and hops off the last step onto the pavement. He pretends to fiddle with his messenger bag, but Steve sees him sneak a glance up at the bus, right at the window where Steve is sitting. He knows that Eddie’s looking right at him with the love note still clutched in his hand as the bus pulls away.

He knows because he was looking, too.

[shoutokozume]

Bnha with a chubby girlfriend

Navi

Ft. - Bakugo, Kirishima, Denki, Todoroki, and Keigo.

Warnings - Afab, Suggestive, Swearing, insecure reader. Fluffiness...

...

Bakugo Katsuki

° You doubted Bakugo would ever even date someone, especially you. The chubby 1a girl that was bullied all throughout middle school, no one thought someone big could be a hero. Even your own teachers doubted you, but an unexpected admirer always seemed to have your back when someone doubted your abilities.

"Oi, flat lips! Don't talk to l/n like you know her. She'll kick your ass easily, she doesn't have time for an extra like you so don't waste your time trying to bring her down! Asshole!" The 1a hothead screamed, making the 1c girl scurry away to her friends.

° Many were taken aback by his protective stance towards you, no one thought he'd care so much for someone that he'd stand up for them like that... He was usually the one bullying. That one lunch made his three month long crush on your painfully obvious, every student and there parents were chatting about the demonic boy finally softening up for someone.

...

° Randomly gives you love bites when you're alone, cooking? Shoulder bite. Sleeping? Belly bite. Showering? Opening the door to bite your cheek and then leaves. You assume it is some type of stress relief to him, you've never asked him about it since you know he'd become all flustered and probably stop. You don't mind his small bites here and there, it reminds you a of a playful puppy... Especially when he growls.

° Grips the fat of your thighs whenever you two are watching a movie, the only time he doesn't is when he's watching a horror movie because he's worried his nails will dig in too deep. If he notices you dozing off he'll slap your thigh, grumbling about how he said you two should've watched it earlier. Despite his huffs and complaints, Bakugo will have no problem carrying you two bed if you grow too drowsy during movie night.

° Bakugo will hunt down any bully, and demolish them. He's even gotten detention for beating up Mineta when the gross perv made a joke about how low you are on his to do list. Your boyfriend treats you like the treasure you are, and guards you like you're worth billions of dollars. No one gets off easy when they make a stupid comment about your looks, not even his own mother.

° Feeds you every home cooked meal he makes, you're the only one allowed to eat his special meals. He'll say that he simply thinks the others aren't worthy of his food, but you know deep down he's worried they will find it gross. It's always delicious, making you come back for seconds and thirds. He always makes large portions, knowing his girl trains hard every day and deserves as many plates of yummy food as she wants.

...

Kirishima Eijiro

° Lowkey a chubby chaser, not to make him sound perverted or sexualize the curvy community by any means. But the boy finds thick women so fucking hot, it's crazy. He wouldn't drool over you or make you uncomfortable by any means, that simply wouldn't be very manly of him. But he does secretly stare at your plump thighs all the time.

"I-I didn't mean to stare I swear I wasn't looking at your ass... I was zoning out and my eyes landed on your thighs which look really sof- Anyways I swear I wasn't being a perv, I would not want to make you uncomfortable y/n." Kirishima ranted on loudly, catching the attention of everyone in the library.

° Hearing the usually somewhat collected Red Riot rant on about how he wasn't staring at your bum was oddly cute, knowing just how flustered you could make him by barely saying anything. Knowing he wouldn't shut up anytime soon, you took his face in your hands and placed a gentle peck to his lips. Completely taking over his thoughts as he became putty in your hands.

...

° Thighs thighs thighs... Thighs. That's all he thinks about whenever you two cuddle, whether it be laying his head in them, patting them, squeezing them, or rubbing them. He will be making contact with your natural pillows anytime he can, no matter the tempature. Most of your hickeys from makeout sessions or sex, are all on your thighs. He's addicted and there is no cure in sight.

° Has an urge to fight whoever makes mean comments about you, but his urges simmer down a bit when he realizes you'll need comfort more than anything. Eijiro will place you in front of a mirror and make you repeat all of the praises he spills out, not stopping until your tears dry and a small smile play on your lips. After your settled in and content, that's when he messaged whoever upset you, warning them that they will lose whatever battle they wanted with you.

° Places kisses across your body whenever you are going to sleep, stuffing his head under the blankets to kiss his way up from your thighs until he reaches the top of your head. Hearing your tired laugh as you squirm around when he reaches your belly never fails to make his heart melt, everything you do only makes him love you more and you don't even realize how easy you are making it for him.

° Won't want you to lose weight if it's for anyone but yourself, and if you're only doing it because you feel insecure. Kirishima will take you to the gym and help you diet if you're doing it to feel healthier or increase your quirk usage, but he'll remind you that you don't need to lose or gain any weight since you're beautiful as is. And if you lose or gain you'll still be gorgeous, he just wants to make sure you're mentally alright.

...

Denki Kaminari

° You're slightly perverted best friend of seven years, the guy who you saw as unavailable for multiple reasons despite him being very attractive and kind. Neither of you wanted to cross that constantly hinted at line that was made between romance and friendship, which is why you walked into his dorm all prettied up for a date that never showed. He bailed on you while you were at the table he reserved, humiliating you.

"That guy is the biggest idiot in existence, and this is coming from the guy who fries his brain every next day. You seriously didn't deserve that y/n, how about you get some pajamas on and I'll make us some food so we can watch whatever show you've been binging. Think of it as a make up date for the failed one. " Denki suggested, wiping away your running mascara with a reassuring smile.

° Since then you two have settled into a healthy relationship, neither of you needed loads of conformation or elegant dates to realize how perfect you two were for each other. You needed some love and were slightly touched starved, while Denki is the clingiest person known to man. You'll be casually talking with Jiro about how much bullshit was on the latest test, then your boyfriend will pop up behind you wrapping his arms around your belly.

...

° If he notices stretch mark cream in the bathroom, baby will be sad. He'll look at you like a depressed kitten, asking you why you would want to get rid of your cute tiger marks. He may be slightly dramatic at times, but if that's what it takes to make you realise you're perfect in his eyes than so be it. Denki will only do this when you two are alone, which is squeezing your boobs in a non sexual manner. He fidgets a lot, and will not hesitate to pinch your nips while he's zoning out.

° He will give you his last mochi... That's how much he loves you. Denki also calls you his mochi, or mochi girl, or mochi princess. Your cute squishy cheeks and adorable round tummy remind him of his favorite sweets, so why not call you by the sweetness that you are? Denki sometimes treats your cheeks like mochi, sucking and biting on them when he's hyper. You don't mind, but it can be a bit embarrassing having two huge hickeys on your face the next day.

° Has to zap Mineta daily for making fatphobic jokes about you, Denki will 100% clap back with jokes about his useless quirk and ugly face. Denki is a relatively laid back and fun guy, but he is serious when it comes to protecting you and encouraging your beauty. After shocking the classmate, he will shower you in cute praises. Sometimes getting lost in his own little world making his words come out dirtier and dirtier. Until you have to snap him out of it with a hot flushed face, but he won't be embarrassed, no he'll smirk at the effect he has on you.

° Nearly embarrasses you while going shopping, because he praises you so loudly. If you're showing skin and being the hot babe you are... Why should he not praise you? Jiro once had to put a hand over his mouth after going swimsuit shopping with you, that will not stop his constant finger hearts however. And if a certain brand never fits you or doesn't have a plus size friendly environment... Then he won't get that brand either. Even if he is a thin but fit body type, he's a hero and a true hero wouldn't promote such a toxic brand.

...

Shoto Todoroki

° It's no surprise that Shoto has some issues and grudges when it comes to his relationship with his father, but it's starting to hit the tip of his blood pressure now. Endeavor noticed you in class 1a and immediately questioned why you were even there, only judging you by your size without even knowing your name or quirk. This hit a certain nerve within his youngest son, seeing as you've been so sweet to Shoto and often helped him heal after every test and battle.

"Her name is y/n, she's the third strongest in this class, she's smart, kind, and heals anyone she can. She'll be twice the hero you'll ever be, so can you not be an arrogant prick for one second of your life?" Shoto spoke up, making the few student left in class freeze. Even his father was taken aback by his words, Shoto was honest and somewhat cold sure... But he rarely got this heated up over someone.

° Before another word could leave Endeavors lips, Shoto was already ushering you out the door with his hand wrapped around your wrist. Until Shoto had a feeling that he was far away from the class, and everyone in general. That's when he stopped and finally looked you in the eyes, his gaze much softer and filled with so much joy just by looking at your cute round face. His large nimble hands cupped your face, allowing him to softly peck your lips once, twice, three times.

...

° Never let's you visit his house if his dad is home, because he knows for a fact that he will bully everything he can find out about you. But if his dad is away, Shoto will kindly introduce you to Fuyumi and Naoto who happily welcome you into their home. If Shoto notices his dad coming home earlier than expected, he will rush you home before Endeavor can even sense your presence. He's not intimidated or scared by his dad by any means, Shoto just can't stand watching you become upset over the stupidity that Enji spills from his mouth.

° Shoto loves your belly, he doesn't know what it is about it but it just is very endearing to him whenever it pokes out from your shirts, or jiggle gently when you jump or climb up some stairs. This is why you aren't surprised to feel his cold and hot hands grip onto the bottom of your belly and squish it. Sometimes if he's playful he'll jiggle it carefully, but most times he does this is when he's tired or zoning out. Baby loves your tum and never wants it to go away.

° Todoroki loves to spoil you rotten, even if you reassure him that you don't need any gifts and his presence is a gift on its own. That will not satisfy him or his dads credit card that he steals all the time, so expect a lot of stuffies, jewelry, snacks, gift cards, and flowers. On Valentine's day he took you out to get some promise rings, but that's when he noticed your slight discomfort as you looked among the many gorgeous rings. You admitted that rings never fit your fingers, which only encouraged Shoto to find the perfect one... The one that will fit your cute stubby fingers.

° Todoroki knows about chafing, he never has experienced it himself but he's heard about it from Iida, Momo, and Uraraka before. Everytime you wear shorts or a skirt or anything that makes it so you can chafe, Todoroki will not hesitate to either lube up your thighs or give you a piggy back ride around town. He will even cool down your body with his quirk, and will reassure you that you are not too heavy.

...

Keigo Takami

° Hawks has noticed you for a few weeks now, only ever going the shitty cafe just so he can get a coffee he will not drink from you. Your adorable tired smile as you greet him, your busty chest struggling to stay in your buttoned uniform, and your bashful state whenever he leaves you a flirty comment or wink. Everything about you was so addicting to him, and he hoped that he could meet you outside of the café. His hopes came true, but in an odd way. You boss fired you for getting a few orders wrong, and was screaming slurs at you outside of the café.

"Hey hey hey, calm down sir. You have no right to call this beautiful young lady any of those names, this woman right here is one of the only reasons anyone ever comes to this café. She's the only lively worker, tries to make the terrible coffee taste good, and tries her damn best to make someone's morning great. " Keigo stepped in, mentally scoffing as the man's behavior changed the moment he met eyes with a pro hero.

° Keigo flew you away from the shitty shop, placing you on the deck of your apartment as he felt his heart drop at your tearful state. His hands were quick to wipe your tears and pull you closer, his wings blocking any of the freezing wind that threatened to touch your soft delicate skin. He admitted that his agencies coffee shop was looking for a new cashier, and sent the email to the owner before you could even respond. He stayed with you on the deck til your breathing calmed, and even then he didn't want to leave you.

...

° Keigo loves flying with you across the city at night, landing you on the highest buildings so you can gawk at the veiw for as long as you want. Despite your worries about weight, he never once even trembled while carrying your body across the skies. Everytime you sit down on one of the high buildings, Keigo will sit you on his lap and nuzzle his face into your shoulder. His bright red wings cradling your body carefully as you soak in the quiet moonlight.

° Keigo is a sweetheart, there is no doubt about it... But he can become a bit of a perv when he wants to. It often shows whenever he smacks your ass at the most random times, when you stand up from a movie night, when you first wake up, when you are going into a changing room... The list goes on. But the most predictable of them all is when you two shower together, his hands latched onto your rump as he pats a very off beat drum solo to his own amusement.

° Even if Keigo is a perfect boyfriend, a sweet hero, and a playful boy at heart. He's always terrifying whenever he finds out someone has made you upset, his passive aggressive nature towards them, his wings fluttering out to corner them, his voice a few octaves deeper than natural, and his eyes completely dark as they stare into the unfortunate soul that upset you. You are his most prized treasure, and he sure as hell will never let anyone try to belittle you and make you feel bad. Even if it means destroying them.

° Back to slightly pervy Keigo, he doesn't need a pillow to sleep when he has your boobs right in his face. He'll stuff his face under your shirt and between your mounds, lays on top of your shirt, will latch onto a nipple is he's extra clingy, will rub whatever boob he's not paying attention to, and always falls asleep on you within minutes. He loves your body, it's so soft and perfect for cuddles. Your boobs are no exception to this cuddling rule, in fact he's barely used any pillows after you allowed him to sleep on you.

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[infraaa]

Soisawyoudothedragonsnow

Can i get all (or any dragon of ur choice)

So! With that in mind! For the alphabet thing(sfw/sugar) with the letters being

N AND R!!!!!!!!!!

So there- :D

『Ah hell let’s put em all in a pot yeah? Lil skrunks I lub em』

400 Followers Milestone Event — Draconic Five (Pitaya, Ananas, Lotus, Lychee and Longan with… we’ll that’s pretty clear now is it just look above sjdjdka)

Again, from the Sugar List! 🍡 Time to get fluffy!

🍡 N \\ Nicknames :: Who makes the pet names in the relationship? Who usually uses them?

Pit is just all over the place with nicknames. They call you something different each day however it usually falls on the lines of “babe,” “baby,” “babes,” “babeycakes,” etc etc…

They do it because you did it first and was like “huh how cool I got a name 😎”

However they also make up nicknames to annoy the shit out of you.

Like say if you were on your period this is where you would have to get your shoe out to beat them with. They make up period style nicknames that get weirder as the day goes on.

Such as “hey my little red rocket❤️” or “what’s hangin my little blood fountain of goodness?” it gets weird and gross, prepare to fight.

But on a serious note they usually use the pet names because you do. Simple.

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🍡 R \\ Real smooth, Joe! :: How romantic are they? Are they more cliche or creative?

They’re creative in their own light. They’re… special.

“For you, babe!~” cue the ring of fire that transforms into a heart, a demon popping out of it with a stuffed plush heart that says “u cute” on it.

Holds your hand in public and snuggles up to you on car rides. They purr a lot too, it’s a wonder how people see them as a big tough guy. They’re a teddy bear practically look!

Sets up dates that usually have some kind of entertainment like going to hibachi grills where they cook in front of you, it stimulates his tingling braincells and he loves seeing you laugh.

All in all, very creative and romantic in their own special way. They’re very “I’m original and not like the other dragons,” yk?

“lob you bb ❤️” a lot in texts

🍡 N \\ Nicknames :: Who makes the pet names in the relationship? Who usually uses them?

Ananas wasn’t the first to use them, no. But ever since you called them “honey,” he blushed, pouted, crossed his arms, said “stop,” in a very tsundere type fashion, went to their bedchamber, and melted with the hearts and flowers around them gushing.

They call you their treasure, something that sounds personal and sweet, warm to the touch. They did this after they finally gave into the fact that they liked you.

You primarily use pet names like “your majesty,” in an attempt to poke fun at them, however, Ananas actually takes a liking to this.

Other than the occasional “darling” or “dear,” there really isn’t another nickname they use. They call you by your name if not a nickname.

However there is one other name they have for you, which they use on very special occasions, which is “emas,” or “gold” in Malay.

They love the nicknames you give them, and albeit they aren’t the huge fan of them, Ananas tolerated them greatly. 🧡

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🍡 R \\ Real smooth, Joe! :: How romantic are they? Are they more cliche or creative?

It can be half and half with them. Ananas can be romantic if they really wanted to be, however, they normally come off as someone from a ghlibi film when they try.

Takes you out on flights and courts you with the finest gold they can find in their hoard, being extremely selective on the gifts they give you. They are also very selective on who prepares your food, how it’s prepared, etc. They want you to have nothing but perfection, which is romantic to them.

They love sunsets because of the colors they emit; the pinks, oranges, purples and yellows and blues, they take you to the highest point on the archipelago just to watch the sun set with you. They may also bring dinner with them along with refreshments and a blanket to sit on if they want to stay with you for a while.

They love nuzzles as well, and while sitting with you they may nuzzle into you while low quiet purring comes from their throat.

Merry Go Round of Life or Dearly Beloved in the background of course, some nice soft songs, leaving you both warm and comfy within the guise of the setting sun.

Even their gaze softens around you, on private that is. Soft smiles and pupils that don’t look as sharp, a far more tender side to Ananas that that rarely ever show anyone but you.

🍡 N \\ Nicknames :: Who makes the pet names in the relationship? Who usually uses them?

They call you “Kirei,” and write it out as 綺麗、meaning “pretty” in Japanese. They may also call you “utsuku,” or the first kanji in the word “utsukushii,” written like 美しい、meaning beautiful.

Lotus primarily uses nicknames in private, and they use them often to show affection. You haven’t called them a nickname up to this point, however after your relationship began you tended to call Lotus Dragon… Lotus, shortening it to show familiarity.

Even this though makes them smile. They tell you that you don’t have to put a nickname on them if you don’t want to because even the shortening of their name is enough to show them how you feel.

Eventually you start calling them “love,” which leads them to hug you.

Cherishes every name you give them and will lick your cheek out of happiness.

Often sends you text messages in the morning, telling you to have a good day, to not forget to do anything important, and that they love you. 💙

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🍡 R \\ Real smooth, Joe! :: How romantic are they? Are they more cliche or creative?

Makes songs for you, sometimes adding lyrics to them. These are played on their mandolin, and they play these songs for you at night when all the servants are sleeping.

Allows you to stay in their bedchambers with them, or in their throne room during the day, where you both sit in comfort, with you oftentimes sitting close to Lotus as they wrap you comfortably in their tail.

Loves the way you smell, and once commanded some of the servants to make them a cologne that smelled like you.

Will hold dinners for you, making sure that all food prepared and all refreshments provided are of purest quality, the most superb pure ingredients that are so fresh you wouldn’t be able to tell if they were the real thing or out of a commercial.

Likes to cuddle and will allow you to touch their horns, a rather sensitive place for all dragons. This is a sign of trust as they hug you with their arms and tail, softly combing their finger through your hair and humming to themselves, letting out soft purrs here and there.

Probably the most romantic out of the five.

🍡 N \\ Nicknames :: Who makes the pet names in the relationship? Who usually uses them?

“Bestie, girlboss, queen, lovely, king, dolly,,,”

you best believe lychee is gonna be the first one to use a nickname with ya.

Loves to call you these names while hugging you from behind. They’re so preppy that they call you these nicknames whether in private or public, they don’t care about what people think about your relationship with them. You’re special to them and if anyone says otherwise they’re gonna get their foot in their mouth.

You are the Angel that they couldn’t kill, so be glad they’re letting you keep your soul. They love it too much to take it.

Wonders if you have a nickname for them as well and often asks you about it with them pink draconic pupils and uwu like smile.

“Baby face.” “What?” “Babyface, because you got a babyface and you’re cute.” “Aww, hehehe! That’s so cute! I love that- wait you think I’m cute?~”

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🍡 R \\ Real smooth, Joe! :: How romantic are they? Are they more cliche or creative?

They’re def more cliche with showing their love to you, often taking you somewhere on their island that they think is pretty to show you.

Pretty clothes that have but no longer wear are given to you as courting gifts as well as jewelry or makeup.

They may also have these bonding nights with you where they wanna give you makeovers n such, like having a girls night, complete with wine, Facebook or Twitter, face masks with the cucumbers, Madonna, etc.

Also Madonna karaoke, if anyone disagrees on the fact that lychee listens to Madonna I’m quitting-

“MATERIAL GIRL!” Tells you to slay cutely and that they love ya!

Spams you with hearts and flowers bc why not it’s cute

🍡 N \\ Nicknames :: Who makes the pet names in the relationship? Who usually uses them?

okay they’re stiff as hell with nicknames. You started to call them “dear,” just to see how they would react. And they just continued to call you by your name. As your relationship progressed they did start to call you “honey.” Thats about it.

Longan is weird about nicknames. Don’t get too soft with them, they don’t like it.

Prefers you call them nicknames in private as they do so as well. Is very private and doesn’t like to show much emotion.

Calls you pet names when they’re tired, as they don’t realize all the time that they do, plus they when they’re tried, there a lot more docile.

Calls you “princess,” and “my beloved” while cuddling.

Will not admit it no matter what you or the other dragons do but they love to be babied when tired. Call them baby boy when he warms up in cuddling. Will kiss your neck and tell you they love you.

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🍡 R \\ Real smooth, Joe! :: How romantic are they? Are they more cliche or creative?

No that’s wrong ❌

You think Longan is romantic and caring?? They can get this way… after some millennia. But love is something Longan fears. They’re extremely protective of their heart and will not get attached quickly.

However, if you’re immortal, that’s different.

The fear still lingers though that somehow they will have to outlive you. So they try to be as understanding as possible to make sure you don’t leave them. Key word being try.

Most if not all their knowledge on how to be romantic comes from movies and or books they have read. 

So they are probably the most cliche out of the dragons. Roses, jazz, that shit. Incredibly cheesy and their attempts make you laugh, which makes them confused, but they’re trying, okay? It’s the thought that counts! If it makes you feel better they really like movies and will watch them with you. 🧡

[finniestoncrane]

Hey, loving your stuff, especially your take on capullo!Riddler, hes such a lovable sleaze-bag♥️🥰 Wanted to ask if you have any headcanons on whats it like to sleep in the same bed with the riddlers? Also maybe how they like to be woken up👀😏?

Riddlers Waking Up

Riddler Headcanons good god i love that sleazy little misogynist, ready to set back feminism for that red-headed angel 💚 this was such a fun request anon and now i am sleepy and aroused so good modd i guess request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi minors DNI!! 🔞 cw for nsfw stuff: sex work, suggestive language, daddy!kink

young justice

god he is an absolute sweetheart to sleep with. he'll let you bring stuffies in, he'll make sure you have enough duvet, he'll fluff your pillows for you before you get in, and he'll make sure you are comfortable with the way he's hugging you. definitely likes being big spoon because it makes him feel like the protector he likes waking up to you stroking his hair or his face, just watching him peacefully sleeping, or waking up with his face buried into your head or neck, inhaling the smell of your shampoo

gotham

another one who makes it his mission to have it feel like you're sleeping in a five star hotel. clean sheets, pyjamas folded on your pillow, he's one mint short of being able to apply for a star rating system. he's long and lanky and wraps himself around you in your sleep, holding you round the waist, close to him he likes to wake up first, just so he can prepare your cute breakfast of heart shaped toast with a question shaped fried egg in the middle (intricate, wonder how many times he failed before this perfect looking one) and tea. always with the tea

twojar

he has a bachelor bed. not a gross bachelor bed, like he has a bed frame and sheets and more than two pillows. but it's very sterile and gray and the sheets don't have softener on them. it's nice to sleep in the same bed as him though because he likes sleeping naked (kaching) and loves having your head and hand resting on his chest (kaching) while he strokes your arm or hair or side if he could wake up to you stroking his chest, tracing his scar, running your hands through his hair, he would be set for the rest of the day. he keeps mouthwash in the bedside cabinet so that he can start the day off right with a very passionate kiss

telltale

he needs his space. if he didn't think it would upset you, he would like to suggest you have two single beds like a couple on a 60s tv sitcom. but he'll tolerate sharing a bed as long as it is at least king-size and he doesn't feel you in the night. he will always without failure give you a kiss before you fall asleep though if he wakes up and his back doesn't hurt, that's all he could ever wish and hope for. and it's nice you're still there too. but not having to pound painkillers with his coffee, sorry at his age that's more desirable than morning sex

dano

he will fall asleep facing away from you but you will wake up with him wrapped around you. he's just a bit shy, he doesn't want to bother you, get in your space during your sleep, because sleep is so important! but he can't help himself, his body just gravitates towards you, desperate to hold you very close and protect you in the morning, he likes you to turn the alarm off before it wakes him up so that you can gently bring him into the day with a kiss on the forehead, brushing his fluffy hair, and passing him his glasses so the first thing he can see without blurry vision is you

unburied

he has to be the little spoon and he'll freak out and make sure you do not sleep unless he gets to be snuggled and warmed. he's a total pain in the ass. he will pull the duvet off you, sleep in the middle of the bed, keep you awake if you are sleepier than him. the worst. but he makes up for it by being so soft and cute and huggable he likes to be wakened up with you around him, kissing the back of his neck, definitely hinting to him that there's potential for it to be a very good start to the day

arkham

god he is a sweetheart to sleep with. he's a night time shower guy, so when he gets into bed he's soft, warm and clean (which isn't as nice a smell as his usual musk, but whatever). his hair is soft, his face is free of smudges, and you can really get a good look at how handsome he is. so many kisses will get peppered all over you, and he won't go to sleep until he's made sure you've already nodded off. whatever calms you down most, riddles, hair stroking, tickling your arm, he'll dedicate hours to it if need be if you could wake him up with some worship of his body that would be nice. kissing his arms, his chest, his face, his legs, his side, just a nice reminder that you're very interested in him for something other than his intelligence, because he's stupidly self-conscious about that

capullo

no sheets for you. no space for you. you can one pillow but he needs three. he's too hot so don't touch him, but he will fall asleep with his hands on your chest or your ass. he snores too, and don't even think about waking him up to get him to stop because he really needs his rest, he's too important to not function on a solid 9 hours. also here's a question: will you let him fall asleep while he cock warms inside of you? because that would really help him relax and don't you want to make him happy? ok so if he's dreaming, he'd love to wake up to you sucking him off. is that really too much to ask? or like, hey if you're really keen to please, just start riding him. he wakes up hard most mornings anyway so you can just hop right on. if he wakes up first, you can also bet you'll wake up to him pressing his erection against you. irritating, i love him

[enhasfever]

𝑆𝑁𝑈𝐺𝐺𝐿𝐸𝑆 𝑊𝐼𝑇𝐻 𝐽𝐴𝐾𝐸

[ jay's version ]

➪ pairing: jake x fem!reader

➪ genre(s): cotton candy fluff

➪ tw: none

➪ wc: 0.7k

➪ in which your adorable boyfriend becomes a bit clingy, but you definitely don't mind.

you stretch your arms out above your head with a happy sigh passing through your lips as the warm sunlight beams down on your resting figure. the grass around you is soft and smells fresh and the fluffy clouds above form into odd shapes that you try to pin real world objects to. like that one over there? it looks like the side profile of a cute dog, much like the one laying right next to you.

you turn your head towards the golden retriever taking an afternoon nap on the grass beside you and smile fondly. layla, your boyfriend's beloved dog and your new current napping bestie.

"i like the way you think," you murmur to her before closing your eyes to rest. the sounds of kids giggling off in the distance and the shouts of the rowdy guys whom you had joined at the park fill your ears and you're acutely aware of the sounds of a soccer ball being kicked around.

you aren't sure how long you've been resting, but the next thing you know you hear a soft thump on the other side of you and you peek your eyes open. turning your head to the side, you find a smiling and slightly sweaty jake laying there with his chin propped up in his hand as he gazes adoringly at you.

"hi, you," you greet, reaching a hand out to ruffle his damp hair. "taking a break?"

he nods and leans in, planting a kiss against your forehead before reaching across to scratch lovingly behind layla's ears. "yeah, sunoo's about to collapse so i came over to see my favorite girls," he grins, leaning in towards you once more to place multiple soft pecks to your lips.

you hum delightedly in response and accept the show of affection, your lips pulling up into an uncontainable smile that eventually has to break the chain of kisses as you and jake both become a giggling mess.

"you're sweaty," you comment teasingly, scrunching your nose up in mock disgust which you quickly find to be a mistake on your part. in retaliation to your teasing, jake then proceeds to begin using your shirt as a towel as he rubs his damp hair against it. you shriek and begin to push at your boyfriend's shoulders but to no avail. "jake, that's so gross!" you yell out, but you can't help the loud laughter that tumbles from your lips at the slightly ticklish feeling against your tummy.

layla lifts her head to watch the two of you roll around on the grass, her tail thumping with excitement but she makes no move towards the two of you. "layla, help a girl out!" you call out to her between laughs, but she only barks once in reply before lowering her head back down to rest again.

"layla loves me best," jake teases, sticking his tongue out at you childishly which you copy in return.

eventually his playful mood mellows and he collapses back down on the grass beside you once more, but this time he rolls over until his head rests comfortably on your stomach. he lets out a long and contented sigh and closes his eyes, nuzzling his cheek against the material of your shirt. a familiar warmth spreads throughout your chest as you let your boyfriend snuggle you, and you soon find yourself gently tracing over his features with your fingertips.

"i love you," you hum softly, then, "but you're making my shirt smell like sweat."

a small snort leaves jake's lips as they quickly pulled up into a smile, and his eyelids flutter open to peer up at you through his long lashes. "good, consider it organic man repellent. now i won't have to fight them off," he murmurs in response before letting his eyes close again.

you scoff playfully and roll your eyes, but you know you'd never find it in your heart to push him off. so, you let him stay there and even welcome a third party to the snuggle fest when layla comes crawling over and nestles her head just above jake's on your chest. you don't mind becoming a human pillow for these two, and you eventually find yourself dozing off once more.

© enhasfever

[kshira]

𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐥

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: after his confession ran tries out this dating thing he’s heard such mixed reviews about

𝐭𝐰: fem!reader, super soft fluffy moments? ran is a tease, praise, m!oral, cursing

𝐰𝐜: 2k

𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞 — 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞

the sun flourishes through an exposed slit of the blinds, warmth cascading through the room as it reaches ran’s face, he cracks one eye open—his vision still blurry from an eventful night, it slowly submerges to your half exposed body beside him.

“oh, gross” ran murmurs when your lashes flutter open, the first thing you hear in the morning is his deep husky voice throwing an insult at you—you assumed being single was always the better option. “fuck you, asshole” you flip over, yanking the covers from his body and a smirk toys with your lips when ran begins whining.

“angel, don’t do that it’s fucking freezing in your house” ran inches closer, awkwardly wrapping his arms around you for some warmth while you continue shuffling away from him. “how did you sleep?” he questions, nestling his face in the crevice of your neck. you try to remember the actual time you went to bed—ran kept you up late last night pouring his heart out to you, he was almost convinced you’d kick him out after his confession.

but your heart yearns for him, everything ran did you found insufferable but another day without him would be a miserable life so here you are now, sleeping in the same bed as him, listening to his heart pick up pace when you finally speak, “i didn’t know you talked in your sleep.”

“what did i say? rindou told me when we were younger i would punch the wall and yell insults” ran hums, his fingers toying with the waistline of your shorts. “don’t you do that when you’re awake, how is that any different?” you laugh, turning over in ran’s arms—facing him now as violet hues trace over your morning features, “you didn’t answer my question, how did you sleep?”

“why do you want to know so badly?” ran’s brows furrow in confusion before pressing a soft kiss on your lips, “isn’t that what boyfriends are supposed to ask? really sweet shit?” you kiss ran back, peppering his face in pecks of dusting affection until he’s squirming away from your lips, “since when did you become my boyfriend? hmm?” you tease, carding your fingers through his hair until ran is staying still again and almost purring at your touch.

“will you be mine?” ran cups your cheeks, his eyes trace over your face, slowly sinking them to your level as you sigh under his touch, “do i have a choice? you look so cute with those puppy dog eyes” you coo back which gives ran a motive to roll those said puppy dog eyes. but he’s content with your smart ass reply, leaning your face down to press a soft kiss on your forehead.

“well since that’s outta the way now comes the fun part” ran begins rising from the sheets, easily finding the rest of his clothes on the ground where they scattered from last night—you watch his muscles ripple under his tattoos and fuck—you really are caught under his spell ever single time but he still confuses you with the words, “what fun part?”

“i get to take you on a date, pretty girl.”

“who would have guessed that ran haitani likes fish?” you beam beside him as ran spreads his fingers across the cold glass, he deadpans back at you, “i like the sharks.”

ran turns back facing the display of timid sharks swimming delicately against the sand, you're mesmerized how ran watches them intently, lips turned into a thin line as the creature makes its way back to him. ran never falters from his position almost like he’s caught in a trance of just him and the shark—you step closer intertwining your fingers with his, “i never realized how beautiful you are, ran.”

the perplexed waves of water mirror blue hues against ran’s face but you can see a red glow among his cheeks, lazy lids squinting upwards while he begins to smile, “if i hadn’t already put my dick in you—i’d say you were hitting on me.” ran feels your hand release from his hold and smack against his chest, “i’m going to go look at another exhibit, always ruining the damn mood.”

ran pouts at the shark, watching its teeth almost graze against the glass before he’s pulling away, “she’d fit in perfectly with you, always sharp with those fucking fangs” ran whispers, pivioting his feet towards your direction while you lean over to place your hand in the open water, smiling gently when a fish nibbles at your fingers.

“i guess you like sharks because of your job, huh? if people don’t pay, they swim with the fishes” you tease, glancing over to ran rolling his sleeves up to pop his hand into the water beside you. “you know that only happens in movies, right? sharks don’t normally eat dead, rotting corpses” ran whispers, lingering his gaze at the other people joining in on the exhibit.

“holy shit, i was just kidding” you feel a shiver run down your spine, to think your boyfriend actually involves himself in that kind of crime stains your blood cold but alas, you truly don’t know what ran does for work—or what he’s capable of.

“enough about me, tell me angel, what would you like for dinner?” ran averts his gaze from gawking eyes to you, smirking when you pause to think, “whatever you want, i don’t care.”

ran doesn’t skip a beat leaning down to whisper in your ear, “whatever i want? so, you wouldn’t mind if i take you back to my car right now and eat you out until everyone in tokyo knows what i’m having for dinner?” ran’s voice is harsh, coursing through your body until it reaches your core with a warm pool of whiplash.

“am i still ruining the mood, angel?” ran squeezes your hip, standing behind you as he wraps his arms around you, “don’t you think our relationship will be revolved around sex now? since that’s all we used to do” you mumble the last part, ran motions your body to face him fully, bringing his hand up to cradle your cheek.

“i fell in love with you, yeah maybe it was while i fucked you but i love you, angel. i really, really fucking love you” ran presses his lips against yours, smiling when you sigh into his mouth, kissing him back harder. “i love you too, pretty boy” you coo, trying to ease the tension of people staring at you and ran—practically making out where children are gawking at the fish.

“let’s go look at the last exhibit and then i’ll possibly let you go down on me” you pull away from ran’s arms, entangling your fingers with his while you tug him along, ran stomps behind you with a playful smile tugging at his lips, “i was kidding but god—you’re so easy to convenience, angel.”

you snap your head back to ran, “aren’t you the one that walked in the pouring rain to my house just to get your dick sucked?” ran scoffs off your words, rolling his eyes as you tug him harder into the tunnel surrounded by every fish known to man—even sharks inhabited the area.

ran stops to gaze at the scenery—you, the way the pigments of blue light up your face, waves creating a mirror of color fluttering against your skin. his heart skips a beat when you turn to look at him, smiling from ear to ear while your finger points at the fish.

ran never knew what being in love felt like until now, everything about you made his chest surge with a beating pulse, he could barely contain the happiness seeping through his body and he knew from this day that whatever happened—he wanted to make you happy and ran haitani lived for you.

ran stretches his arms out to leave one behind your head pulling you into his side, “that’s better” he sighs, snuggling his nose into your hair and huffing as you pull back, “ran, we just had a five course meal, i'm not in the mood.”

you feel a heavy weight slumped against your body, ran nestling his way between your legs—pushing your back against the couch he easily crashing his lips on your mouth, “i’m not either, i just want to be close to you, baby.”

“is that why i feel your dick rubbing up against me?” you coo, cupping ran’s cheek as you kiss him back, forcing your tongue into his mouth. ran groans through your lips, grinding down on your clothed cunt while he slides his fingers under your shirt, “i can’t help how you make me feel with my dick and heart” ran smiles, reaching his pads under your bra and finally beginning to palm at your tit.

“what do you want, angel? want me to fuck this pretty pussy?” ran groans, fingers pinching at your nipple as he rolls his hips harder down on you, “y-yeah, want you to fuck me” you whisper, needily bucking your hips into him.

ran proceeds to remove your shirt, never leaving his lips from your mouth until a slam from the door halts his position, “honey, i’m home” rindou chimes out, throwing down his gun on the kitchen island as he rounds the corner, “don’t come in here” ran warns, hovering his body over your form while you pull your clothes back on.

“you have a room to do that, i don’t want your bare ass on my couch” rindou snarls, carding his fingers through his hair as he watches you lean up on the couch, trying to fix your hair—somewhat.

“hey pretty” rindou smiles before looking back at ran, “you’re being a cockblock” ran deadpans to his brother, watching rindou’s shit eating smirk grow further along the lines of his face, “can’t really cockblock something so tiny.”

“i think it’s time we leave rindou to the tv so he can watch his shows in peace, don’t you think ran?” it’s easier to distract the brothers before a fist fight can warm up, easily knowing ran and rindou would brawl over dick sizes any day—ran flips rindou off before heading into his bedroom.

ran cracks open the door with one single push barely within a closing second before you’re on him—lips locked and hands searching for something. ran was a lot of things but taking his time—he’d rather spend it freely entangled in your web, pushing your body on the bed but not a moment is gained before you finally take charge crawling over his body.

“what’s this?” ran smirks, half lidded eyes watching as you drop to your knees on the corner of the bed, jerking his pants down and practically drooling on sight— “fuck ran, you’re so hard” you whine, fisting his length as he hums back.

“my pretty girl gonna suck my cock, hm?” ran bites down on his bottom lip, gut twisting as you wrap your lips around the tip, tongue swirling right on the head—a beautiful moan fluttering through his lips as you force his cock completely down your throat.

“s-shit princess, you’re makin’ me wanna cum already” ran throws his head back, chest heaving as you bob up and down, hands coming up to cup his balls. ran clenches his stomach to hold back the release—he really doesn’t want to look so pathetic this early on.

you fight back tears as ran bucks his hips up into your mouth, a hand placed gently on the back of your head to guide your pretty warm mouth on his cock, tittering on what he finds more enjoyable—you on your knees for him or how beautiful you look so graciously sucking him for all he’s worth.

you can tell ran is close—if it’s not for the higher pitch moans or the tremble of his thighs, it’s the way ran is needily fucking your mouth, cursing under his breath when he finally lets go—shooting his thick seed straight down your throat, a gag left against his lap when you pull away.

ran leans back up, thumb swiping over your bottom lip to clean the excess before he’s pooping the pad in your mouth, “pretty” he sighs, meeting your gaze with his lips brushing across your own.

“can i tell you something?” ran gathers your body to sit on his lap, cradling your form against his chest as he begins to rock you, “when you slept over that one night, that was the best i’d slept in awhile” ran begins peppering your hair with soft kisses while you listen to him.

“that’s when i really knew i was in love with you”

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[tired-biscuit]

skincare with naruto💁🏻‍♀️✨ lol imagine a scenario where reader wants to take care of naruto’s skin but he keeps on refusing because it’s “too girly” but reader remains persistent and once her palms reaches his cheeks and massages them, he instantly melts under her touch. gah! imagine naruto with a fluffy pink cloth headband🥹💕💕

oml, that'd be so cute!!

I can just see him - sitting on the floor cross-legged, with his hair pulled back by a cotton-candy pink headband and a little glare tugging his eyebrows together, so that the little 'v' in-between turns prominent everytime he looks up at you.

Naruto would immediately begin to grumble under his breath as soon as your hands went anywhere near his face. He keeps rolling his eyes and sighing as you foam up the cleanser to clean his face better, even though it feels nice and he secretly likes it [you know that he does - it's obvious.]

When you lean in closer, he blushes at the close proximity, despite that you've been his girlfriend for over three months now.

You're able to feel the heat of his bashfulness as it nearly sizzles underneath the tips of your fingers. It grows more profound with every circle you lazily rub into his cheeks; your hands smooth whilst they go over his rough stubble. Even the tips of his ears are searing bright red when you tell him that he needs to shave soon, because the prickle which continues scraping your skin makes you ticklish.

It makes you ticklish all over, in fact. Even on the inner-side of your thighs, when his head winds up in-between your legs late at night, and his cheeks keep rubbing against the tender skin.

He definitely stares at your tits while you're pushing forward to get a better hold on him, because they're literally there; right in front of his nose, and now he's thinking about your legs wrapping around his head because you gave him the idea in the first place by telling him that he needs to shave. It's turning him goddamn flustered; to the point that he feels slightly dizzy.

He tries to turn away when you catch him ogling, his fussy muttering about how, "This is completely unnecessary. I'm a man, I literally don't need this!" - making you laugh until your stomach begins to hurt.

"I wasn't looking."

"Sure, you weren't."

"I wasn't, I swear!"

"Mhm."

"Ugh, stop!"

He keeps telling you that the 'stuff' you're putting on his face feels icky and gross, even though he low-key likes how fresh it smells and the way it moisturizes his skin; to the point where it feels less dry and taut than it normally does. He's content with being pampered, but he'll never tell you that.

He tries to touch his face when he grows bored though, forcing you to keep swatting his hands away at every single attempt he makes. The bridge of his nose scrunches up at how dewy his skin feels as you apply the toner and moisturizer. Naruto keeps making faces the entire time, despite that he's leaning further into your hand like a satisfied kitty whenever you touch him with the cotton pad. All he has left to do is purr.

It feels somewhat intimate when your gazes lock at some point, despite the cutesy, playful demeanors you're both sporting. Like you're building your relationship sturdier in a way, this specific moment gains inexplicable significance for the both of you.

You're taking care of him like this; showing him that he matters. He cherishes it more deeply than you realize.

As soon as you're done, you pull him close and press a big, fat smooch on his lips that makes a vulgar smacking noise when you part.

"My pretty boy."

It's like a reward for the both of you.

[ieroween1031]

My Thoughts in Real Time as I Watched Episode 13 of Love in the Air That Absolutely Nobody Asked For:

- IM SO EXCITED I CANT BREATHE

- I can’t believe this is the (second to) last time I’m gonna see this intro, I already want to cry

- Fucking Sig, I love him so much.

- Can we get a spin-off just dedicated to Sig?

- Rain, you nosy motherfucker. We love you for this.

- Also, I’m so totally here for Sky finally not holding back his emotions. Agreeing to give Pai a ‘prize’ if he wins? We love to see it.

- Prapai’s posting picture of Sky on his Instagram? I’m fucking dead.

- These episode names are too much. Can’t do it!

- Aww, little baby Sky.

- Sky smoking? Oof. I don’t care how gross it is, smoking is hot. Sue me.

- If that was really the first time Sky took a drag of a cigarette, he’d have coughed it all back out. The first few cigarettes as a new smoker suck, and they fucking hurt.

- On that note, don’t smoke, kids! It’s bad for you!

- I knew that it was gonna be Gun, and as soon as I saw him, I honest to god growled. Fucker.

- Don’t cry, don’t cry, don’t cry. (To myself and to Sky)

- Listen to your friends, Sky!

- Okay, smoking’s not hot when this fucking dickbag does it.

- This should go without saying, but for everyone out there reading this, don’t let anyone take advantage of you or hurt you unless you’re into it. Don’t go along with shit you’re not comfortable with just to prove that you love someone. Fuck them, fuck their feelings, protect yourself.

- Okay, I’ll get off my soapbox now.

- Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck I don’t wanna watch this.

- I can’t imagine how hard this was for Peat. The reaction video is gonna hurt.

- Fuck, I hope someone kills this fucking asshole.

- I know this is an emotional scene, but I’m losing my shit over Pai calling Sky ‘baby’

- THIS FUCKING COCKMONGER AGAIN?

- Take your fucking eyes off of him and wipe that smirk off your face, you shitbird.

- Fluffy PrapaiSky will be the death of me.

- I’m so proud of Sky for not being afraid and being able to admit how he feels. My sweet baby has come so far!

- The look of terror on Sky’s face when he didn’t know who was hugging him is just one giant foreshadow and I hate it.

- “My lucky star” 😭😭😭😭

- Payu is 1000% done with Pai’s lovesick ass like he probably wasn’t just as bad a few months ago.

- We need more Payu/Sky and Prapai/Rain. The boyfriend/best friend dynamic is so freaking cute.

- Every time I see that bastard, I get so fucking angry.

- I was gonna yell at Sky to run as soon as he saw Gun, but I remember when someone who looked like my abuser walked into my job and I shut down and just completely froze, so I understand why he couldn’t run.

- It’s absolutely killing me that Pai knows that Petch is a slimy little snake, but that he doesn’t know why.

- Yes, Sky! You stand up for yourself! Your man loves you, and don’t forget it!

- Rain, I know you’re trying to be helpful, but I kinda wanna smack you.

- Rain really is a gold(fish)en retriever, isn’t he? Head empty, no thoughts, attention span that only lasts two seconds, but damn it, he’s a good boy that’s trying his best.

- I feel nauseous watching Sky walk into that apartment.

- You fucking liars. I’m so angry.

- I’m so glad that Sky doesn’t believe them. It’s amazing to see how much he’s changed.

- Sky Protection Squad in full force, yes! Go rescue him!

- Where the fuck are Rain and Payu while Pai and Gun are in the bedroom? Are they just making tea with the other assholes that were in the apartment? Come on, guys.

- Kill him. Kill him. Kill him. Kill him.

- Love him to death, but for the love of method acting, someone please teach Fort how to properly throw a punch.

- He should have killed him. And Payu should have hit Petch, too.

- I don’t know what hurts more, Sky being catatonic and not being able to cry, or Pai sobbing for him.

- He brought him home. Like, home, home.

- That picture of the two of them on Pai’s desk, I could cry.

- I don’t even have any more thoughts, I’m just happy that Gun and Stop are gone, all four of my boys are happy, and that Pai knows everything about Sky now.

- There are a bunch of scenes from the novel that I’m sad were not in the series, but that could be a whole separate post.

- WHAT THE FUCK AM I SUPPOSED TO DO WITH MY LIFE NOW?

- Aside from finish KinnPorsche (I still have two episodes left), catch up on Remember Me and Between Us, binge all the other shows I have on my To Watch list, and tear my hair out waiting for Just Say Yes.

- Excuse me while I rewatch the entire series over and over.

[spaceyflowerswriting]

thinking (taehun seong x reader)

details: fluffy oneshot, gender neutral reader but written in 2nd pov, general canon au, you and taehun are just friends

summary: taehun realizes he likes you ^_^

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Romance.

That gross, nauseating feeling in your stomach when someone you have "special feelings" for comes around. The sweaty palms and the averted eyes. Worst of all, the flushed cheeks. And for Taehun, it didn't help that he had pale skin.

He never considered himself to be the nervous type. He had laughed all those times watching Hobin blush like a fool and stumble over himself whenever Bomi visited them. He had rolled his eyes whenever he walked past Rumi and heard her squealing about how cute the romance comics she was reading were. He had clicked his tongue in annoyance when he saw commercials for romcoms and yet... here he was.

It was all so annoying. Forget "having a crush" on you, he hated you. How dare you be on his mind all day?

Actually, there was another thing Taehun hated even more than you, probably. And that was dishonesty. It's easy to lie, of course, but what was the point of it? Jumping around the bush was just a stupid waste of everyone's time; being straightforward and honest was what Taehun much preferred, and was what made Taehun, well, Taehun. And an asshole. But that was just him, so.

Unfortunately in this case, being honest meant putting his pride at stake, and that was something he valued, too--if not, even more. He was in a total dilemma of what to do with these absolutely awful feelings and you just kept making it worse.

Just why did you have to be so... endearing?

Man, Taehun didn't know the first thing about romance, and he wasn't about to turn to Google or any of the idiots surrounding him for help. Not to mention, romance was a disgustingly emotional feeling, and Taehun really only relied on his logic so he truly was at a loss. But surely basic logic still applied?

You liked being around him, so... that was a sign that you liked him, right? Whether they were platonic or romantic feelings was a different story. Like hell Taehun would find that out anyway. Better to just ask, right? Or he could silently observe and make guesses.

"No, that would take forever."

And require lots of staring at you. Taehun had enough thinking about you as is; he didn't need to be looking at you constantly, either. Plus he wasn't a patient guy, so it would be easier to just ask if you liked him.

"Wait, I'm a genius!"

It was as if a lightbulb lit up in the Taekwondo prodigy's head. He got it! The quickest way to throw up all these horrible feelings was to confront the problem--you!

Taehun would simply ask if you liked him and depending on the answer, he would act accordingly. No matter the response, he would say, "What a coincidence," and could play it off as an egotistical joke with, "I like me, too," or choke up a, "Because I like you, too," kind of response if the feeling was mutual.

The plan was perfect with absolutely zero holes! It also hit two birds with one stone; he could save his pride and he could finally get this damn problem out of his way! And!! And he could...!! He could... do whatever it is that people date, do.

Thoughts of that made butterflies flutter in his stomach and he started to feel sick. The feeling took a turn for the worse when he realized how getting carried away he was, and started thinking about what he would do if it turned out you didn't like him in the same way.

"Ah, fuck."

Yeah, he'd save his pride through a shitty joke, but damn he'd feel a little lost after. He never even gave rejection much thought until now--he kind of just came up with this plan on the fly. Obviously the correct thing to do was just accept your feelings and understand you didn't feel the same, but it's not like that would make the heartache of rejection go away. And he didn't want to deal with that.

"Should I just bury my feelings or should I just suck it up?"

Suddenly he thought about the idea of you dating someone that wasn't him and it filled him with some weird determination.

"Damn it, I'll take my chances. At least afterwards I won't feel regret if they start dating someone."

And off he went to find you.

[smallestapplin]

Can I request a SFW Guzma x reader where he sees us happily interacting with his golisopod. Please🙏 I am starved for fluffy content 🤲

I love Guzma so much, granted I love a lot of characters in Pokémon but he scratches like the other punk goth men, scratch my brain.

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Guzma doesn’t know how he got so lucky.

To think a no good bastard like him to find someone to love.

And not only that but love his Pokémon too! He always got told bug types are gross and scary, and that his Golisopod was the ugliest and scariest of them all.

Saying it matched him perfectly.

Guzma loves his partner Pokémon, but he won’t admit it saddened him to see his lovable buddy be so feared.

Yet here you are.

Sitting in front of the large Pokémon, scratching under his chin, feeding him poketreats and cooing at him.

“Who’s a sweet baby? You’re a sweet baby! Yes you are, you’re so cute!” You can’t help but give love to Golisopod, he’s a very affectionate Pokémon.

The bug Pokémon lets out several excited clicks before hugging you with its large arms, being mindful of his sharp claws.

His smaller arms grasp your face to pull you towards his mandibles and gives you what you can assume is his version of kisses, to repay you for all the ones you give him.

“Aww! My sweet boy!”

Guzma is so happy, he never thought he’d have something like this in his life, but you continue to surprise him.

“Hey now, I thought I was ya boy.” Guzma fake pouts.

“Guzma I love you, so very much, sweet light of my life, but there is a baby in my presence that needs my attention and I’m going to give him that.” You place a kiss on Golisopod’s head.

Cooing once more when he lets out happy clicks.

“Damn Golisopod, you really stealin’ my babe.” He is desperately trying to cover up the fact he feels like melting in joy.

“Guzmaaaaa, you can join the affection pile if you want, but it’s like seeing a rockruff, so cute you just wanna love on it, that’s how I feel with Golisopod.”

Guzma can’t help but laugh, yeah you’re definitely a keeper.