#like it was so wholesome and simple but beautiful and you can just see how much their friends and family adore them

[smileysvech]

idc what anyone says, ethan and lenasia bear’s wedding was the best one of the off-season

[madbard]

I just realized another reason I love Hozier’s music. It’s not just that the lyrics are complex, or the music itself is beautiful - it’s that Hozier is a musical liar.

Take Cherry Wine. This is a song about an abusive relationship, told from the perspective of someone very much in love with their abuser. Throughout the song, the narrator describes their lover’s cruelty. Lyrics like “I walk my days on a wire” and “open hand or closed fist would be fine” make the darker aspects of their relationship all too evident. At points, the song suggests that they are defending this relationship to someone else who cares about them (“it looks ugly but it’s clean. Oh mama, don’t fuss over me”) and even the more beautiful and seemingly romantic lines later in the song (“oh but she loves like sleep to the freezing”) have dark undertones (what else is sleep to the freezing but death?) Still, I often come across the song being used in a wholesome, romantic context. A lot of factors contribute to this, but I would argue that this song mainly gets mistaken for a romantic song because of how soft and gentle the music is - it presents as a sweet love song in every way except the lyrics. Even those lyrics are told through the lens of someone defending their broken and abusive relationship, deepening the lie. Our narrator wants to portray this relationship as something dark, yet also immensely beautiful and encompassing. The result is a song about the agony and pleasure of a broken relationship, disguised so well as a love song in every possible way that it gets mistaken for something romantic. (Even if you are aware of the meaning, there is still that deep urge to experience the song as something romantic. Just like the narrator, the listener is drawn in by beauty and the powerful idea of love, so much so that it can blind them to reality.)

Variations of this can be seen in Talk. In this song, the narrator makes their intentions very clear - they are sweet-talking someone in order to hide their own thoughts and desires (“I try to talk refined, for fear that you find out how I’m imagining you”). Despite knowing this, the sheer power of the lyrics (“I'd be the voice that urged Orpheus / when her body was found. / I'd be the choiceless hope in grief / that drove him underground. / I'd be the dreadful need in the devotee / that made him turn around, / and I'd be the immediate forgiveness in Eurydice”) overwhelms the listener. We know the speaker is putting on a show. We know they have ulterior motives, and likely don’t even believe what they are saying. But their words are so beautiful that we don’t care. The intense, almost mythic music in the background is so lovely and deep, it makes the lyrics seem genuine, because what lie could sound so astounding and true? In this case, the song about smoke and mirrors and empty talk becomes a love song because the narrator is just that skilled at lying.

Even songs like Too Sweet, sung by a narrator who refuses to be with someone unless they allow their standards to slide, become ‘romantic’ and ‘sweet’ to certain listeners - not because the lyrics are impenetrable, but because so many of Hozier’s narrators are unreliable. His songs spin sweet stories, lies so stunning that listeners are willing to deny what they know in order to experience the beauty of that untruth, the complexity of that space between what is real and what we want to believe.

And isn’t that more true to the experience of being a person, and loving other people, than the simple truths we often see in these types of songs?

[aventurineswife]

“Both your hands in the hole of my sweater” | Part 2

Summary: While your partner was away on a work trip, you, as their beloved partner, spent the time knitting them a sweater. Upon their return, they’re met with the surprise of a handmade gift.

Tags: Dan Heng x Reader, Robin x Reader, Argenti x Reader, Topaz x Reader, Numby Fluff, Knitting Sweater for them, Domestic Fluff, Handmade Gifts, Warm and Fuzzy Feelings, Soft Moments, Fluff and Comfort, Found Family Vibes, Tender Moments, Gift Giving, Wholesome Fluff.

Part 1, Part 3

Dan Heng

You spent hours knitting a dark blue sweater for Dan Heng, mirroring the serene, star-streaked nights you both spent watching on the Astral Express. When he finally returned from his trip, he was tired and stoic as always, but his eyes softened at the sight of your gift.

“It’s… for me?” he asked, voice almost a whisper. His fingers brushed the yarn as if it might dissolve under his touch. A faint smile crept onto his usually impassive face. “Thank you.” he murmured, slipping it on over his usual tunic. It fit him perfectly, cozy yet just snug enough.

In a rare moment of vulnerability, he glanced at you and said, “I’ll wear it often. It reminds me of… home.” And for once, he seemed truly at peace, holding onto a warmth beyond the fabric.

Robin

You chose a soft, lilac-colored yarn, matching the hues of Robin’s cascading hair. As she entered the room upon her return, you presented her with the delicate sweater you’d knitted, woven with a gentle star pattern around the sleeves.

“Oh, it’s beautiful!” she gasped, green eyes bright with genuine joy as she ran her fingers over the intricate stitches. She slipped it on, twirling gracefully, the fabric flowing in tune with her elegance.

“It feels like a comforting hug, a piece of home I can carry wherever I go.” she whispered. She then looked at you with a teary smile, touched beyond words. “I’ll treasure it always… and sing a song of gratitude just for you.”

Argenti

You chose a deep crimson for Argenti’s sweater, with golden accents reminiscent of his armor—warm, rich colors that represented both his valor and the beauty he saw in the world. When he returned, you offered it to him, suddenly unsure if he’d appreciate something so simple.

But Argenti’s reaction was instant and profound. He took the sweater from your hands with reverence, tracing each stitch as if it were a masterpiece. His eyes shone with admiration and something deeper, something devoted. “This… you made this?” His voice was soft, his usual confidence tempered by awe.

“Such dedication,” he whispered, studying the gentle waves and patterns in the fabric. “To think, each thread was woven by your hands… It holds a beauty unmatched by jewels or stars.” He slipped it over his armor, the fabric draping him like it had been crafted by divine hands. He looked down at it, then back at you, eyes filled with a rare vulnerability.

“You’ve taken the simplest of things—yarn and time—and turned them into something… extraordinary,” he murmured, as if still in disbelief. “Your love is in every fiber, every loop.” He placed his hand over his heart. “It’s not just a gift; it’s an embodiment of beauty, pure and true. I will wear it always, a reminder that true art is made with care, and beauty lives in all that we cherish.”

Stepping close, he took your hands in his. “Thank you, my love,” he whispered, his voice trembling slightly. “In this, I see the beauty of our bond—a beauty I am worthy of, but one I vow to honor with all that I am.”

Topaz

For Topaz, you picked a rich, ruby-red yarn with accents of gold—a color as bold as her spirit. When she returned, you handed her the sweater without fanfare, but she gasped, eyes widening in surprised delight.

“You knitted this? For me?” she exclaimed, and she held it up to her chest as if imagining how it would feel. She quickly put it on, looking down with a satisfied smile. “Perfect fit.” she grinned.

“You’re really thoughtful, you know that?” she said with a chuckle, but her eyes sparkled with genuine appreciation. She gave you a light punch on the shoulder. “Guess this means I owe you one, huh?”

!BONUS!

Numby

You'd had a feeling Numby might be a little more difficult to knit for. They were small, always moving around Topaz’s side, eager and full of energy, sniffing out anything they thought held value. Still, you thought they deserved something cozy and sweet—a little sweater that would match Topaz’s.

When they finally noticed the tiny, bright red sweater you'd carefully made, Numby froze. At first, they sniffed at it cautiously, circling it as if trying to understand why you’d given them this odd little garment. You knelt down, coaxing them closer with a gentle hand. "Here, Numby, I made this just for you."

After a moment of contemplation, they gave a small, excited hop and nudged their head against your hand, as if in understanding. Gently, you slipped the sweater over them, adjusting it so the red bowtie around their neck still peeked out, like a cheerful splash of color against the new warmth.

Numby made a little trill, hopping in a tiny circle as they took in their new attire in curiosity and delight. They looked over at Topaz as if to say; Look what I have now!

You couldn't help but laugh as they bounced around happily, shaking with joy. For a creature that usually hunted treasure, Numby seemed to consider this simple sweater a rare and precious find, something even more valuable because it was given with care.

[satzumosupremacy]

Elite Bodyguard Series: Pt.6

Under The Blanket

Male reader x Sana

Tags: Smut, Slight cockwarming, short bj tape 4k Words

The so-called secret wasn’t as secret as Sana said; even all the Twice managers knew what was happening. Yet, they would rather remain silent. 

In all honesty, you thought she was all-talk about coming every week.

Until it wasn’t.

You’ve gone over to her house many times. And when Twice came over for a little get-together for the first time at your house, Sana stayed the night. The roles are switched now; she comes over every time, sometimes without the members knowing, but it was so noticeable that there isn’t a way you can hide it. That was only weeks ago, or maybe even a month of mostly seeing Sana. Once or twice a week started being the pattern of her coming over. 

Her voice was the problem—not in a bad way, but it gets you turned on like she’s pulling you in to touch her body and give her what she wants. Sana’s voice is seductive, sassy, and cute in a sense. Just like a black hole, she’s sucking you in, in a naughty or wholesome way that can be both, until you lose your thoughts with Sana. 

Her distinct scent lingers on your pillows and bedsheets, and sometimes she leaves some clothes over. You learned about her cute clumsiness, and you couldn’t help but become fond of her.

Sana is like a double-edged sword. You love fucking and making her cum. Not getting enough sleep is a flaw, and not getting much done in the day. Not only you, but Sana as well. Without words, she would gaze at you with a smile, and as you meet her eyes, there would be an unspoken word of what to do—fuck. The chemistry was through the roof. 

You knew well that she's always flirtatious, and even you would join in to make it even more dangerous. Although you don’t have any romantic feelings for Sana, you always wonder how long it will take for her to fall for you, just like pouring fuel into a fire. 

“Babe or baby," a simple word that Sana slipped out of her tongue, was problematic because your heart flutters to her voice. 

It’s too late to turn back. You’re stuck with Sana and you couldn’t grasp the situation you’re in. She made you hers, but at the same time, Sana’s one call away.

—

“Oppa.”

“What?”

It was already late at night when she came. Her clothes were on the whole time but can be off any second now. There’s a long pause with Sana’s nonchalant face that you find cute.

“What, Sana.”

She sits closer to you. “Let’s drink.”

“I guess we can spice things up for later.”

Sana gets closer as you feel her warm lips on your cheek and make out with your neck. She could be very dangerous at times with her flirtatious nature. “Or you can…strip me right here. How about that?” 

You grab her chin, lifting her head to look back at you. “I love how you look at me like this, Sana. So beautiful, so hot.” 

And her face quickly becomes red, unexpectedly hearing such flirtatiousness. “O-oppa..”

“I’ve got a better idea. Let’s fuck outside. No one will see us, Sana.”

She chuckles cutely, “I love everything you do to me.” You take off her shirt—nothing under, like always. Sana’s body is yours to satisfy your desires. Her clothes are off in a matter of seconds. Sana takes her turn taking off your clothes while kissing you everywhere her lips can be. “Carry me.”

And you carry her outside as she chuckles cutely with her legs wrapped around you.

There was no reason for a sudden kiss while carrying her outside, although you love playing and teasing Sana every time when the mood is right.

“Get in the pool, let’s go for a swim.”

“Teach me how to swim, Oppa.”

You beckon her as you step down into the water from the stairs. You weren’t planning on teaching her; rather, you were thinking of a play fight with Sana, and she knows you’re at an advantage. 

“Why are you smirking. I’m scared now,” Sana said with a playful tone. Sana was also smirking, knowing what’s going to happen.

“C’mon, Sana,” you smiled. “Have fun with me. I won’t do anything.”

“Fine.” She walks to the stairs, and you give your hand out to her. “It’s so cold, Oppa. How can you tolerate this?” 

“It’s natural to my body, Sana.” You hug her tight, enough to feel her tits mashed to your chest while her heart starts to race even faster. “I’ll keep you warm.”

She couldn’t say anything but get shy with her face planted on your chest. The night became quiet as you both stood, with crickets chirping and the dim light lighting the whole place. “Oppa.” 

“Mhm?”

Sana breaks free from your hug and splashes you with water. She laughs as you get soaked. The fight was on, and you aren’t going easy on Sana. 

The atmosphere is filled with laughter, with Sana's adorable and distinctive laugh standing out. You continue to splash her, and in return, she does the same. The pool's waves grow, causing her to tumble around. Without glancing your way, she remains focused on the splashing, adding to the fun.

It’s a romantic mood; the lights are dim to set whatever comes next and no one disturbing. With each splash of water, you approach Sana closely, wrapping your arms around her from behind as she chuckles. 

“You’re such a good girl, Sana.” The flirtatious tone made her heart fluttered. It wasn’t intentional, but more of a slip of your tongue.

“Seems like someone is getting hard,” Sana laughed.

“Who’s my good girl?”

“Me, Oppa.”

You kiss her neck. Your hands are gliding down to her legs, and before she knew, you’re rubbing her pussy in circles. Her moans are so elegant and erotic in the night sky. You tease Sana by thrusting your cock between her thighs.

“Sana, I waited the whole day for you. Just to be inside you, Sana.”

“I never imagined how romantic this can be.”

“Bend over for me and let’s have a good time. Like always.” She walks towards the edge, and you don’t let go but follow her. Without any words, you already know how messy tonight will get. Sana’s already in front of you bent over. Tease after tease, you insert your tip in, slowly until you’re balls deep in Sana. “Give me your hands, Sana.”

You pin her arms behind her back, thrusting her faster as she tries to moan quietly. Luckily, the floor wasn’t rough, and it was smooth and wet enough to not put a scratch on her body. The water lubricated her pussy, making it much easier to make Sana roll her eyes back. You couldn’t see such a view of her face, but only a slight reflection from the glass window in front as you stretch Sana out. 

“Sana, you’re so fucking beautiful from the back.”

“I love how deep you’re inside me,” she gulped, moaning quietly in the night.

You couldn’t dare fuck Sana hard, it’s always deep and moderate. Sana loved the romantic feelings. To Sana, she didn’t care how quick or long sex was, but rather enjoy sex with you. And you’re the same.

You pull her up, standing with each other as the waves ripple more violently. Her hands hold onto your arms right after you start choking her gently.

“Fuck, Baby,” she groaned. It made your heart fluttered.

“Who’s a good girl?” You moaned right in her ear and nibbled her neck.

“I’m your good girl.”

And you were smelling her floral fragrance throughout her neck. It remains quiet, only the water and both your moans was only heard.

“Sana,” you said with a deep breath. “Let’s go to the bedroom. I want you there instead."

Drying each other off was quicker than expected. Nothing but loud and wet kisses as you take her to your bedroom. You fall onto the bed with Sana as she didn’t let go of you for even a second.

Sana’s lying down on her back with her legs spread wide enough. The lights in the room had decent light from the windows. You’re deep inside Sana, choking her harder this time as she holds onto your arm with both her hands tightly squeezing. 

Her desperate eyes gazed at you, fighting to keep her eyes open. Until her teeth clenches, eyes roll back, and tilting her head deeper into the pillow for a loud, satisfying moan that you love hearing from Sana. It didn’t take much time for you to start sweating in the humid night. 

All the times that she’s with you, nighttime is by far her favorite. The mood always changes into a deep, passionate romance, and no one to bother you two.

“Fuck!” Sana moaned, breaking into a whimper.

“Take it like a good girl, Sana.”

Sana rubs her clit in circles, and her breaths only become heavy, panting with all the moans echoing in the room. You pin her arms to the headrest, locking her in as she squirms around more intensely. 

As you fuck Sana—in full control for several minutes, you decide to let Sana have her turn. Nothing surprises you at this point, and she quickly taps you to lie on the bed while Sana’s on top.

“You’re going to cum inside me,” Sana said, leaning closer to your ears, "right in this pussy." She grinds on you slowly with her hands placed right on your chest.

Not even minutes later, you pull her closer—body to body. You hold her in, hugging Sana, and it was to her liking—the comfort of your arms and warmth around her. And she’s moaning in your ear purposely to make you cum. You groan, grunting more as Sana rides and grinds on you like she’s impatient for your warm cum inside her. 

“Fuck, Sana,” you groaned softly. “Just like that.”

“Cum, baby, cum.” Your cock throbs as she rides and grinds on you even faster, with you kissing her tits. You grunt, groaning harder, until you start cumming inside Sana. And by the amount of cum that was inside her, she isn’t pulling out, but rather being still with both of you catching your breaths. “So warm, so much, just what I’ve been wanting inside me."

“Sana,” you said quietly, catching your breath. “Don’t move."

Despite Sana wanting more, she listens to you; everything you say to her, Sana follows along. “This pussy feels good, doesn’t it? It’s for you, Oppa. I know you love to cum in me."

Both your hearts were racing; you felt how slowly your cum was leaking out, and Sana kept kissing you until the next round. It was quiet, making out with each other romantically louder while your cock was still inside her.

“Turn around, Sana.” She gets off quickly with cute chuckles, then teases you with your cock between her folds. You insert your cock back in with a gentle slap on her ass, and the two of you are sweating inside a closed door. “I wish you could see how amazing you look from behind, Sana."

“That’s so hot of you, Baby.”

You thrust deeper, holding and squeezing her ass with her moans getting erotic. You pull on Sana’s hair as she arches more. Moaning and whimpering pleasurably from you being balls deep inside her. 

It’s always irresistible to see Sana turned around. For the most part, you love pulling her hair when she’s like this; the moans she makes can’t be distinguished between pain or pleasure, and she takes it all deep inside. To where you can cum all want, just like how she loves it. Your sweat drips down your face, your neck all drenched, even if the air conditioner is turned on to your assumption. You pull Sana’s hair to the point of her almost falling behind in front of you. And she does, all weighed on you. 

“Sana, you smell so good.” It was her sweat making her perfume even stronger, to where you got a whiff from her neck.

“I’m all yours, Baby.” And she didn’t need you to tell her what she should be doing. Grinding with you under her is what you both wanted.

Your hand holds onto Sana’s tits, while your other hand starts rubbing her clit. She pants, holding back her moans as your hand squeezes her tits harder.

“I know you’re mine, Sana. Don’t you feel how creamy your pussy is?” You asked her, although you didn’t expect an answer back due to her moaning seductively. “So tight and wet. So fucking creamy.”

“Fuck,” Sana moaned at the sudden passion. And you knew where she wanted your hands to be. The feeling of your arms all around Sana made her feel protected, even loved. 

“Cum, Sana.” Another thing that you learned was that she can easily cum with your cock deep in her while you rub her clit. It was her weakness that you love to take advantage of.

Her body quivers, screaming at the top of her lungs as she tries to hold back while you kiss her neck. “Fuck!” And she’s trying her hardest, knowing you know how easily you can make her cum like this. Sana’s moans come to a quick pause, jerking her body as she cums on your cock. It was just what you wanted while she held tightly to your arms. 

“Good girl.” You kept kissing and licking her neck with the subtle taste of her sweat until she caught her breath. You thrust slowly, and your hand didn’t move at all from her clit, not until she got off and lays beside you tiredly. 

“One last round. Before we sleep, Oppa.”

You quickly get on top again with a mischievous smirk, staring right into her eyes, “I’m going to cum any second now, Sana.”

She giggles, “I know I’m pretty.” Sana read your eyes, full of lust, as you didn’t break eye contact. “Enough for you to enjoy me.” 

Sana always has that same erotic moan when you insert your cock in her that you can’t get over. And the blanket quickly covers both of you with a simple pull of your hands. Both of you become silent, panting, and moaning quietly under the blanket.

It quickly gets humid, not like either of you would care from all the sweat already. All that you wanted was Sana, fucked and filled with cum that you wanted inside her. Sana’s pussy made all the wet noises, webs of cum on your balls leaking from her pussy, and it felt like butter. Your body hesitates to thrust, and you kept on pushing harder inside Sana. Grunting is all you did as she moaned, you were fighting your own body. Her arms are around you, caressing your shoulder blades to all your back. 

“Baby, just like that. Cum,” Sana murmured.

And you let out a grunt and a quick pant as she wraps her legs around you, with her arms tightly around your back. Your cock throbs with each thrust, ready to cum, and erupts inside Sana that you couldn’t hold back. 

“Sana,” you groan into her ear, and she’s happy to hear her name called from your voice.

“Let’s get some sleep, Oppa.” You pull out and quickly get close beside Sana so she can lick off the extra cum.

After letting her clean your cock, you lay beside her. It didn’t take long for Sana to hug you with her face on your chest that you could feel her smiling after a night.

——

Sana woke up, fixed her hair gently enough to not disturb you while you were sleeping, and got up to take a quick shower, then walked quietly to the kitchen to make a simple breakfast for you that she planned.

You wake up fifteen minutes later, looking around and not seeing Sana right beside you. Every morning, Sana takes a shower; sometimes it was with you, which disappointed you as Sana didn't wake you up for some fun in the morning. You got up and went into the bathroom for a shower, then dressed comfortably to meet Sana in the kitchen as she finished making breakfast. 

“Good morning, Oppa.”

“Good morning, Sana. When did you wake up?” You walked to her with a smile, hugging her from behind and kissing her cheek. She’s wearing your shirt that she got from your closet, which looks adorable on her with its oversized fit.

“Like..thirty or forty minutes ago. Have some toast with scrambled eggs.”

“Kind of disappointed that you didn’t wake me up for some a naughty shower together, Sana.” You teased Sana as she could only laugh.

“I wanted to make you breakfast, Oppa. Oh, I need your opinion on something.”

“What is it?”

“I’ll show you after we have breakfast.” Sana hands you a plate.

After breakfast, she takes you to your bedroom and looks up at you, “what does it smell like?”

It was pretty hard to admit, but the room had a faint smell of a not-so-innocent time last night. Even the woody vanilla scent from the diffuser had less of a fragrance that you couldn’t smell.  “It smells like sex and you, Sana.”

“Really? It smells like sex and a hint of you too, Oppa. It’s hot how we still smell what we did last night.”

“I should do laundry,” you sighed and laughed. “You’re really making me spend more money on laundry detergent, Sana. This is like…the third time now.”

She laughs, “at least we have good sex. I know you love fucking me. I’ll pay for your laundry detergent next time.”

The smell wasn’t a strong, musty smell, yet anyone would be right that something romantic and passionate happened last night. This wasn’t the first time; however, the smell was just distinctive enough to point out. And it’s always on the hottest nights.

“It’s fine, Sana.” You start to take off the bedsheets, pillow cases, and even the blanket. Sana helps you to drop it in the laundry.

“An hour wait like always.” She looks back at you with an innocent smile. It wasn’t so innocent at all since you could pretty much tell what she wants next.

“Sana, I’m actually not in the mood for sex right now. Let’s just make out for the meantime.”

“That’s what I was thinking.” She holds your hands and takes you back to push you onto the couch. Then Sana proceeds to get on top and sit on your lap. "Shhh," Sana said, giggling cutely.

And her lips are right on yours, kissing you romantically while you bite her lips softly. It didn’t take long for tongues to start dancing. The kisses get more romantic; both your heads tilt in the opposite direction, just fighting for dominance. Sana arches forward, hands on both of your cheeks with her moaning.

You caress every part of her back, even her ass, squeezing them while Sana moans quietly. The thought of not fucking goes through the window. 

“Sana…..,” you gulped.

She breaks off the kiss on your neck, “seems like someone’s getting hard. May I solve your problem?” Her face is so seductive—like always when she looks at you, it’s something you can’t get enough of, and the looks you both exchanged were set.

Sana gets on her knees while you take off your pants and boxers. It didn’t take long for Sana to start licking your sensitive tip. You felt her searching around for something, and to your awareness, she had your phone in her hands. “Let’s film a video.”

“You’re fucking crazy,” you laughed and she handed you your phone already recording.

The soft and plump lips she has always felt great as Sana starts kissing and sucking on your tip while looking at the camera. “Tastes amazing like always.”

Cameras are always around her, and she used to use them, but you’re seeing this side of Sana—kneeling with her mouth wrapped around your cock, sucking you off slowly and deeply. Sana gags the moment your cock reaches her throat.

Of all the times she spent sucking you off, almost to oblivion, you knew she could drain you within a day and keep going for her desire for cum. But when it comes to fun and quality time, Sana would rather let you enjoy her. You love her mouth, tongue, body, and even the eyes she gazes at you. 

Yet, deep down, you still couldn’t accept that you loved her coming over every week without anything underneath her clothes. Makeup, nails, brushed hair, perfume—she did it all for you. No matter how long it took her to get ready, it’s you who she wanted to impress. When the two of you aren’t having sex, Sana’s just relaxing in your house until she gets horny. 

“Sana,” you moaned. Saying her name was magical to her. It makes her heart flutter with love. She’s gagging and choking quietly with the subtle wetness of how much of a mess she’s deep-throating your cock. There is still no answer from Sana. “I don’t want to cum yet. Slow down.” 

Despite Sana sucking you off, you remain quiet trying to not ruin a recording of her on her knees getting messy with your cock.

She’s sucking you off, her hair all messy, while you unconsciously hold it in a ponytail from your other hand. Sana taps your thigh three slow, consecutive times. 

Without a word, "cum" is what she wanted you to do with a tap. The camera was all focused on her, and you’re not going to cum with Sana bobbing her head freely. You hold her nape, pulling Sana in to keep her from freeing herself. Then your cock throbs violently, cumming deep in her throat while she takes it all. You felt every muscle in her mouth, along with the warm breaths she made as you still cum. 

Sana gags, choking hard the next as she stares into the camera. Then a seductive smile you see.

“Good girl.” And you’re still holding her in, just Sana catching every breath she takes on your cock. You then brush her hair, “we still have plenty of time, Sana. Keep it warm."

You love her mouth, and if someone made you choose between Sana’s mouth or pussy, it would be a tough decision to make. But when it comes to where you would rather finish, the clear answer is her pussy most of the time. The feeling of how tight she always is while you cum, satisfies you the most. 

“Mhmmmm,” Sana hummed, and you felt her tongue teasing your tip until she slowly pulls out. “So damn good.”

She pulls off, teeth biting on her fingers so seductively with a smirk while staring right into the camera. You end the video and lay back on the couch with Sana stroking your cock slowly. “Sana, you look beautiful.” 

“Should I make you cum again? I know I’m beautiful enough to make you cum, Oppa." However, Sana didn’t wait for an answer and only wrapped her mouth around your cock again, tilting while maintaining eye contact. 

Her mouth brings you comfort, and the warm feeling of Sana’s breath coating your cock is pure bliss. “Fuck, Sana. You’re so-” you groaned as she teased your cock. “Show me how much you love it.” 

She does what you said, licking and swirling her tongue around your sensitive tip until Sana slaps your cock on her tongue. There's a moment of silence, with Sana wrapping her mouth around your cock. No bobbing, no sucking—just her eyes all closed with a smile on her face. 

You brushed her hair, admiring Sana as she didn't move a muscle, "Sana, when are you free this week?"

Sana pulls off your cock, “Tzuyu’s coming over tomorrow, do you need me after again? We can make a mess like last night, Oppa.” She continues to kiss your tip, making her way to your balls. “Call me,” Sana said confidently.

You take a deep breath from the way Sana’s pleasing you, “probably, if she plans on leaving after.”

“I know you’re going to call, Oppa.”

[thechekhov]

Dungeon Meshi Quick Reacts: CH36

Time find out just how fucked up Toshiro got.

Hey Kabru. Chill.

That sure is a normal look to give your team mate. I'm sure you're a normal, well adjusted leader who understands when you step out of bounds.

Bold of you to assume they even care. They're too caught up in the plot of the second arc to even remember you...

So much to question here. The fact that Toshiro has retainers. The fact that they're all mildly bored. The fact that Marcille seems to hate it here. Marcille, hello??? Are you only interested in Falin? Do you just hate people that aren't her?

The fact that she's still wearing the frog costume makes this panel, honestly. What a legend.

This is so wholesome. Laios just decided to therapy this workaholic man all on his own, dangit. If he won't do it, who will? Senshi must be so proud.

Hang on, I just realized--.....is that.

Is that the cat girl...?!!? That I've been seeing? I thought it was just a hat at first, but those are ears, aren't they?! Is she the one that eventually joins the party?

Marcille, you're a beautiful frog woman to me.

If I didn't know that Chillchuck is a dad already, I would have known it at this point. What a thing to say. "oh no, which one of these kids grown men is going to cause more trouble if left unattended"

I'm sure that's fine.

...........

But when you put it that way, it seems a little.... simple?

Kabru is beginning to suspect he's in the wrong class.

"Ah yes, a little freak that scuttles around from paintings to reality and speaks in archaic and mysterious tones. GOTTA be a Sorcerer. And hella mad, too!"

The math checks out, your honor.

Her best, Karbohydrate. She did her best.

Oh Laios, you're a hoot.

Kabru, you literally said Laios is a terrible liar three seconds ago. Maybe be a little less obvious? 😂

...you've done this to yourself, mate.

Okay, you know what. I take it back. I still don't like Kabru but watching him suffer IS supremely entertaining.

Okay, I can see how he might jump to the wrong conclusions here. They did not, in fact, eat the orcs.....

Orcs are duty bound to slap ya upside the head.

I love how genuinely patient Senshi is, and how good he is at listening. Chillchuck was worried but he's just vibing with new friends.

I'm sure they're having a grand old time.

What do those ears do, hmmm?

I enjoy the fact that he says "they're all treated as heinous criminals" instead of passing moral judgement and saying 'they're beyond reproach' or the like. He knows the consequences, and remarks not at all on whether or not he agrees with the judgement itself.

I could also draw some parallels here about how Japan treats all drugs but. Well. That's another topic.

Oh, noooo. As opposed to that other way of dying, where your corpse is dragged about in a carnival fashion after you die, to dry up in the light of day forever after.

Oh wait.

This bitch is really only here for the drama. 😅

FALIN?!?!?!?! MY GIRL

WHY THE LONG......body...?

....................cool. Cool cool cool cool cool. Alright. Okay okay okay. Alright.

[junowritings]

Hi! Can I rqs for a platonic Malleus x Fem!reader imagine please? During their NRC days,reader jokingly asked Malleus to be her maid of honour if she ever got married. Then,years later, on her wedding day, Malleus shows up,fully intending to keep his promise.

Thx!

I AM SO IN LOVE WITH THIS IDEA YOU HAVE NO IDEA. Listen this started off jokey but ended up kinda wholesome like he would be so touched??? and take it so seriously???

Also I'm thinking about the whole Fae living longer than humans but this didn't fit into the drabble so can I just say you can absolutely bet that decades/centuries after your wedding he is telling EVERYONE he meets about his fav child of man and that whole thing bc he'd think the world would be poorer off if he didn't tell everybody about his friend and the happiness they wanted him to play such an important part in.

BUT YEAH I hope you enjoy how this turned out!

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“If I ever get married, you’ll be my maid of honor, won’t you, Mal?”

Such a simple request, spoken so boldly from one he considered his true confidant. How could he have ever refused?

To you it was made in jest, on a quiet walk out on your dorm’s grounds as you had done for so many months now. It was easy to fill the silence with idle chatter on the nights where you found Daisomnia’s dorm leader meandering through Ramshackle’s old bones; a comforting routine that had fallen into place merely by being in the right place, at the right time. Often you would coax the odd memory from the fae of his life before Night Raven College; but Malleus was far more interested to learn of your affairs. Of friends, of family, of the many wonderful experiences crammed into such a short existence as your mortal life. 

You had become such an invaluable part of his life, it would be only natural to bask in your every word and commit it to memory, would it not? If only to ensure that not a single memory of his dear friend became lost to the flow of time that followed after you. 

So when you had turned to him, expression alight with a grin that made your eyes sparkle and the corners of your mouth crinkle with well-meant mischief, your question gave Malleus pause. 

To anyone else, your joke would have earned a playful nudge or a flat out refusal. But to Malleus, the man who you so earnestly called your friend even after everything that had transpired since your arrival? 

That small request is bound to his heart, with every intention to see it through simply because you asked. 

The days from that single night trickle into months, and then years. Faces change and friends part ways between that time, though the close bond is never lost.. A blink of an eye for your fae friend, but almost a lifetime for yourself. The moment is lost within the recesses of your fond memories, as you find a life of your own and find a love who makes your heart race and brightens the very world in their wake. Lost, but always lingering somewhere in the peripheral of your mind each time you’d looked down at your hand, now decorated with an engagement ring - a promise for the life to come.

Even as you stand now before your mirror, donned in fine fabrics of beautiful colors that makes your smile shine and your heart feel full you reminisce. It brings a chuckle to your lips, shaking your head at how easily you had joked back then about getting married, only to find yourself now doing what seemed like a distant ‘what if’ scenario just years ago. Your eyes close for a moment, your wedding attire bunched in your hands as the memory flickers briefly through your mind.

And then your eyes open, and suddenly that very memory is standing in the reflection of your mirror.

But it’s not just a reflection. You feel a hand on your shoulder and you know that it’s real as you spin around to face your old friend, face breaking out into that same telltale grin Malleus had seen such a short time ago.

“Malleus!”

The years have changed Malleus so very little, but you see it in his face. His smile is softer at the edges as he regards you with a warmness once shielded behind the result of decades of isolation. It’s a welcome sight, and you’re only pulled away when you spot the envelope in his free hand, your own writing scrawled on the cover. You recognize it immediately, and your heart swells with relief.

He’d received your invitation. He’d actually made it.

There is no hesitation as you throw your arms around the fae’s shoulders, no doubt making a mess of the pristine finery he’s wearing but too elated to care. You can’t resist a joke about how Sebek would have your hide for almost bringing the ruler of Briar Valley crashing down into the bridal suite mirror. The comment is met with a hearty chuckle from Malleus who returns your embrace eagerly, though unlike you he is careful to avoid creasing your clothes; he wouldn’t want it to impede on one of the happiest days of your life, after all.

There are so many things to catch up on. So much time to fill in on every little detail that couldn’t be expressed through letters and calls. But that will have to wait, especially as a knock at the door just moments later brings you back to the present, the wedding planner peeking their head in to ask if you and your maid of honor are ready for the ceremony. Now that gets your attention, and Malleus fails to hide the amusement that glints in his eyes watching your eyes widen, eyebrows raised in surprise as your gaze darts from the planner to your friend. 

He can see the gears turning in your head, piecing together that carefully hidden fragment that Malleus had kept close to his thoughts all of these years. And then he sees that smile again, now wobbly at the corners as your misty eyes blink back the emotions you feel welling up in your chest, and he feels pride in knowing just what his presence here on your wedding day now means to you.

Standing tall, Malleus moves to stand by your side and offers his arm. Today he is not the king of Briar valley. Today, he is your friend, confidant, and the best maid of honor you could have asked for on one of the happiest days of your life.

“Come now, I Believe I made a promise to you, child of man.” he speaks warmly as you hook your arm over his. “I hope you didn’t think I’d forget so soon.”

[devilfic]

Just an idea, but this is something I often do with my own grannies. So sometimes when I come visit, we'll chat and gossip about random things like what parties happened the night b4 in the community and how I got called into work b'cuzz I'm a matron at the station (I never give names I only call em by their prisoner #'s) and I just give em a general synopsis of what I had to deal with b'cuzz they were screaming, or banging on the door or flipping oit etc, or I show them some true crime podcasts or some interesting documentary about how barbies were made or something other. And then there's visits where we don't even talk, we just sit down in silence while the tv's on or the radio, while having some tea and snacks or supper if I come by at dinner time, and we just enjoy each other's company, it's honestly the best visits when we do that. So just imagine doing that with Battinson Bruce, no talking, just peaceful silence while he works and enjoying each other's presence while also enjoying Alfred's tea and snacks. That'd be so wholesome, and then he walks you home, or you just crash on his couch. That'd be so nice, just something platonic and sweet.

❝I want us both to eat well❞

plot: "It’s so complicated staying alive sometimes." — your friendship with the elusive vigilante is a special one in many ways. pairing: platonic!battinson!bruce wayne x gn!reader. cw: partially inspired by the poem "our beautiful life when it’s filled with shrieks" by christopher citro, fluff, reader used to live on the street, reader knows batman's identity, bruce being bad at managing his meal times bc justice never sleeps, platonic but you can read it any way you want to. words: 1.5k. a/n: this is such a sweet anecdote, and I have had some not so great writer's block, so I really appreciated having a simple idea to work with! there is quite a bit of talking but it's not an devilfic fic if they don't yap a bit

It is a verifiable fact that Bruce will not eat at a reasonable time unless you make him.

I mean, he does eat. There are meal preps in the fridge that he unfreezes at sunrise, and there are pre-workout protein shakes and bowls of fruit Alfred leaves for him to graze on, and every once in a while he’ll come upstairs to the dinner table—Bruce and Alfred both know these particular dinners are as much case debriefs as they are eating together, but they’re together and there’s food on the table, and that’s something. Isn’t it?

But for all his effort, Alfred has never been as efficient as you.

You bump Bruce’s shoulder with dinner, a greasy paper bag full of what you promised would make up for the calories, and he inches his book away before you can get anything on it. He feels the residue on his skin, though. “Alright, up and at ‘em. Eat this before it gets any colder than it already is.”

“What is it? Exactly?”

You set the bag on his desk and hand him one paper-wrapped burger and a set of (admittedly) delicious looking fries. “That, my good man, is a delicacy on my side of town. Bizzby’s Burgers. I even splurged and got you a large ‘cause I know you’ll like it.”

Bruce can’t remember the last time he had either of these. As he plucks a fry out of its container, he wonders if it’ll taste good enough to jog his memory. You swear by it, and it feels like he’s more willing to just take your word for it these days. “You didn’t have to.”

“It’s alright. It’s your money anyway.”

“That’s not how a job works.” Bruce watches you drag a stool over to his side and take a seat, catching only a whiff of the rain clinging to the very ends of your sleeves. It was good to know the money he spent on your new jacket was worth it. “You earned it, it’s yours.”

“You gonna finger that fry all night or you gonna tell me I’m amazing?” Bruce grimaces at your choice of words. He takes a bite and, yeah, he sees where all the grease came from, but he’d be lying if he said it didn’t taste good. “Well?”

“It’s good.”

“I’m amazing, right?”

“This is a delicacy?”

“Don’t be a smartass, rich boy.”

“I’m just asking a question.”

You take out your own food and he realizes you’ve got onion rings instead of fries. You stuff one into your mouth, savoring the taste for a little longer than necessary, and really—they can’t be that good. “When gramps ran the place, he’d usually sneak me something at the end of the night. Whatever the others didn’t take home. But it’s been ten years since his son took over and he’s a real hardass about that stuff. I would’ve sworn off the place for good if it wasn’t for the fact that he cooks just like his fucking dad.”

Bruce used to follow you when this all started—a precaution he took to ensure there was no conflict of interest on your part—and this Bizzby’s Burgers sat smack dab between your favorite alley and the shelter. He used to wonder why you never really went in, always lingering outside like it used to be your home, once. Now he knows.

You bring out the sodas next, except he didn’t want a soda, and the next best thing to a fountain drink at Bizzby’s is a milkshake. It’s strawberry and more milk than ice cream at this point, but Bruce dutifully reviews it for you all the same. His desk is slowly becoming a mess from dinner, but it’s been a slow road getting you to take up space like this again. He can be bothered not to be bothered.

“I thought you were just shy, or maybe didn’t trust me, but you really don’t talk much. Do you?” Your question sounds like it’s already been answered in the tone you use.

“I talk when I have something to say.”

“Yeah. You don’t just fill in the silences like some people.” Bruce thinks that’s all you have to say on the matter, but he should know better. You like talking to him. “People pretend you don’t exist when you live on the street. I think they feel guilty, but you sort of get it into your head that maybe you really don’t exist after all. That you stop existing the second you end up here- or… there. I guess. I’m not there anymore.” You look far away in that moment. Bruce watches your eyes flicker, stuck on some unknown memory of a life much harder lived, but then you come back to yourself eventually, “You scared the shit out of me back when we first met.”

Most people remembered him for the fear. You had shrunk in on yourself when he appeared, shivering from the shock or the wind chill or the lack of sleep that clung to your drooping eyes.

Bruce keeps eye contact with you, biting into his burger so slowly that the paper doesn’t even crinkle.

“Like that,” you grumble. “You just can’t help yourself, can you?”

“Help what?”

“Look, that’s not the point. My point was that, like, you were so scary when you first found me in that alley. I thought… I thought you were going to beat me to a pulp over something I didn’t do… or worse, something I did do. You started talking and it felt like all the sound dropped out around me. Like tunnel vision. Like I was the only thing in front of you, and it scared me. Even when you were silent, it felt like… I existed too much. I was too seen. It was overwhelming. But now that I know you…” Bruce’s eyebrow rises. He spares no energy for any other reaction. “It’s kind of nice.”

He wasn’t expecting that. He doesn’t know how to take it; he knows it’s a good thing but in the way a compliment sandwich is mostly a good thing. “Kind of nice” was mostly a good thing.

You must see the uncertainty in his face—a rare occasion he doesn’t hide it—because you rectify your wording, “It is nice. You see me and I exist and I know I exist because you treat me like a person. It was jarring back then but now it feels pretty good. So thanks for scaring the shit out of me, I guess.”

You squirm in your seat, taking a long drag from your straw as you wait for him to say something. Bruce leans further back into his chair, gazing sidelong at you.

In reality, he didn’t quite understand how anyone could miss you.

He’d seen plenty of people just like you on Gotham’s streets, turned away from shelters and scared out of gang territory, and yet you had stuck out to him. When he’d found you curled up in the dark, rain drenching through your clothes, it had been just his luck that you had been witness to exactly what he needed to know, and it was even more his luck that—after the catatonia wore off—you told him everything.

And you caught his eye again, and again, and again. Always on some street corner, shrinking away from the crowds but always on the outskirts, hanging onto the coattails of the bigger bads he stalked after. He supposed you just had something about you. It was hard to trust gut feelings about people in this city (sweetness turned rotten all too suddenly), but so far, he’d been right about you. “You’re welcome.”

You still at his voice. You catch his eyes and something softens in you. Then you sniffle, and Bruce kicks on the heater beneath his desk.

The two of you continue to eat and Bruce waits for you to share something else, but nothing comes up. When dinner’s trashed, you watch from the couch as he works away on a case you have nothing to do with, Bruce waiting for questions that never come.

It’s two in the morning when he hears your first snore. Then six when you come down from the bathroom with a tray of coffee. He thinks it’s Alfred’s, but one sip and he knows it has to be yours; it’s different, not as clear as he's used to, but not unpleasant. Did you ask Alfred to show you how to make it? Or did you just know, and this was how you liked it? You don’t say anything as you sit with him again, eyes crusted over with sleep as you huddle closer for warmth.

It’s Bruce who speaks first, eventually, “I'll call you a cab.”

“Nah, it’s fine. It's a subway kind of morning.” You hoist your bag onto your shoulders, a pound heavier with all the snacks Alfred slipped you in the kitchen. “I can meet you in Chinatown tomorrow night. I know a place with spring rolls to die for.”

Bruce hums, holding the front door open for you, “If you’re willing to wait for me.”

You punch his arm and it catches up to him that he hadn't expected it, that you could've done something much worse and he'd have missed it because... well, because he knew you wouldn't. He feels safe with you.

You’re all smiles, none the wiser. "Who else am I gonna gossip with?"

[goldsainz]

BIRTHDAY BOY — one shot.

pairing: carlos sainz x reader

MASTERLIST.

taglist: @lorarri @lpab @whatthefuckerr @noncannonships @lunnnix @elliegrey2803 @schumacheer @saintslewis @leoramage @ellswilliams @toomuchdelusion @anthonykatebridgerton @enhacolor @gulabjamoon @mikasa140904 @darleneslane @avengersheart

summary: carlos starts out his birthday fully relaxed.

request: “❛ good morning, sleeping beauty. ❜ with Carlos, please ❤️”

warnings: badly done ending but other than that, just pure wholesomeness!

NOTE: this will probably be my last fic for a while, but i really wanted to post this for carlos’s bday! i hope you guys like it and happy birthday to our chili 🫶 (also this gif is giving pure domesticity)

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Monza was always special. It was even more special now because Carlos would spend his birthday surrounded by a community that loved him, by people who supported him.

He didn’t like making a big deal out of his birthday, preferring a low-key celebration with friends and family over an exaggerated party. So, that’s how he would start his birthday. With a little gif of peace.

You tried your best to make a hectic day start out great. It wasn’t easy though, because Fridays meant free practice and that meant there was more weight in Carlos’s shoulders. Still, it didn’t hurt to try.

You had woken up extra early so that while your boyfriend slept, you could prepare the best breakfast you could; at least for a hotel room. You called for room service, telling them to just knock when they arrived so that the ringing of the room’s bell wouldn’t wake Carlos up.

You placed everything carefully on the foot of the bed, and then crawled towards him. Always careful not to bump the food or even Carlos, so as to not startle him.

“Carlos,” You softly whispered, tapping him on his back. His face was pressed against the pillow, his lips slightly open as he exhaled.

He shifted around a little, a slight groan leaving his mouth when he stretched. His face lit up almost instantly when he saw you, your lips curled in a simple and yet beautiful smile.

Carlos was sure that there was not better sight to be woken up to than you. That there was no other present that could ever amount to your presence. The biggest gift he had ever received was you.

“Buen día, amor.” He said, his voice hoarse from being asleep, accent thicker than usual. Good morning, love.

“Good morning, sleeping beauty.” You’re still smiling at him, revelling in the fact that you woke up before him, something that rarely happens.

“I think you mean, birthday boy.” He argues, voice full of amusement.

You laugh at his words, leaning down to place a kiss on his lips. It starts out fairly innocent, but knowing how Carlos is, it easily starts to turn into something more. You place your hands on his hair, tugging at it slightly. By the time you pull away, you are breathing heavily and your lips are swollen.

“This is my present?” He murmurs against your lips, “Because if it is, I’m not complaining.”

“Not quite,” You say, “I got you breakfast.”

You try and move away from him, but his hands grabs yours tugging you back next to him. You huff at his antics, leaving you to gesture at the tray of food.

“Breakfast in bed?” His voice is soft, basking in the moment. Though the act is small, it is the though behind it that makes his heart swell.

“And,” You smile at him, “I got Ferrari to give you an extra half-hour with me.”

Carlos grins at your words, you can almost see the gears turning in his head. You know what he’s about to say, after so much time with him, you know him him like the back of your hand.

“Oh, really?”

“Mhm.”

“And what can I do in this half-hour?” A smirk now dances on his lips, his hand sliding down your body.

“Eat your breakfast. No funny business, you need your nutrients.” Carlos whines at your words, pouting at his idea being thrown out the window.”

“But it’s my birthday…”

“It’ll still be your birthday tonight.” His ears perk up at your words, sitting up straighter on the bed.

“Tonight.”

“Yes. Now eat, or you and I will never hear the end of it from Ferrari.”

Carlos pecks your lips, and turns to the breakfast, suddenly devouring everything like a starved man. You’re not sure if he had a great appetite or if he’s hurrying up in hopes of something else happening, but either way, you’re glad he liked the surprise.

“Thank you, hermosa.” His eyes shine under the sunlight, the smile he has on his face makes your insides instantly melt.

“You’re more than welcome, bebe.” You tell him, stealing another kiss from him, “Happy birthday.”

“Happy birthday, indeed.” You laugh at his suggestive glance when your hands travel to the nape of his neck, making you push away his face jokingly.

“Come on, we need to hurry.”

“Yeah, yeah,” He rolls his eyes playfully, and you can’t help but laugh at his antics.

Might not have been the most elaborate surprise, but at least it was a relaxed start of the morning with the one you love. And that’s all you and he need; each other.

[nrdmssgs]

Little things, they do 2 (Price, Ghost, Gaz) (headcannons)

Masterlist

Part 1 (Alex, Soap, König) here

Little things, they do, that get you every time. Silly, warm, heart-melting, wholesome things.

Captain John Price

Knuckle kisses. That's it.

Praises you not only when you succeed, but also when you fail. “I know, you tried so hard, love. This doesn't make you lesser. You don't have to prove anything to me. I'm proud of you. You're enough.”

Compliments you at the most random times. You've just woken up with an absolute mess on your head, or you walk around the house in old faded sweatpants and a dirty T-shirt because the rest of the clothes are being washed? John takes your hand, brings it to his lips and whispers "You are incredibly beautiful." or “How did an old git like me ended up with the most gorgeous, hottest  human being out there?”

He has this habit of going behind your back and leaning close to your very ear while telling you something. Maybe he just likes to feel you close and uses it as an excuse, maybe he wants to “envelop” you in a way, hide you from the whole world, sharing his knowledge, feeling, how interested you are in a topic.

One of those people to actually use paper and envelopes, that some hotel still provide their rooms with. You get these long 3-5 page letters from different corners of earth every now and then. They can be absolutely platonic - he can literally describe, what he's seen or overheard on the streets lately or rant about how he wants to hear seabirds voices, but they are interrupted by the unceasing roar of engines and roadworks here… But you see it: every line screams “I love you. I freaking love you so much, it's almost 4 am here, and I'm still wide awake, because I need to write to you, to communicate in any way that will be safe for you.” 

Simon Ghost Riley

He is no stranger to triggered stress or panic. So if you have any phobia, and he finds out about it - he starts protecting you from its triggers. Let's say, you're scared of spiders and scorpions. Even a picture of one can absolutely freak you out. Simon goes above and beyond to shield you from any type of appearance of these creatures in your life. In summer, he'll escort and even tiniest spider out of your apartment, before you see it.

He even shares a googledoc with trigger warning time codes for every piece of media, you wanted to see. Even if it's a long series - he just checks every episode of it on a fast rewind and writes you, if it's fully safe to watch or not. 

Ghost has a wealth of experience in dealing with insomnia and is willing to help you, if you come across this issue. Just don't hesitate to ask - he is ready to spend all the night helping you out. Will definitely start with pressing your back to his chest and guiding you through a breathing exercise.

If you had a bad day and dropped him a message - he`d surely call you as soon as he can to talk you through everything that happened and soothe you. 

“I`m always there for you, you know?” “I know, Simon…” “No, thats not the way, we do that.” “...” “Come on. Say it.” “I remember, ok?” “Say. it. I need you say it out loud.” “You are always there for me, no matter what.” “And?” “... and I can call or text you any time and you'll reach back asap.” “Good job. I'll call you again before you go to sleep.”

Despite his ascetic way of life, he likes nice things and gradually accustoms you to the same preferences. 

It all starts with tea. One day, you go grocery shopping together. You walk between the rows of shelves while Simon stays by your cart. Returning to the cart, you find him skeptically examining the box of tea you dropped into the cart earlier. "What is this?" "It's tea, Simon, stop pretending you can't read." Ghosts gaze eloquently demonstrates his attitude towards this product. "It's trash." He pulls out a simple but elegant box from the top shelf. "This is tea." You try to convince him that with the money spent on that "good" box, you could drink tea all year, but he is relentless. Simon ends up buying the tea himself and brewing it at your place. When you first try it and roll your eyes in pleasure - he smiles contentedly. “Told you.”

Kyle Gaz Garrick

“Babe this is delicious, wanna try it?” - say yes and firstly he will kiss you. You absolutely need to try that ice cream, his tongue is just a nice bonus. Ofc shares his food with you afterward.

One of the most supportive human beings out there. Encourages every your hobby, hella proud of you and not shy to demonstrate it. “Have you heard her singing? RNs got a voice of a songbird!” “Kyle, please, I just went to a few vocal lessons and learned like… 2 songs.” “Those are my favorite ones from now on, love.”

If you work from home, he'll walk into your room randomly (but only when he is 100% sure, you're not on the call), sit beside you and just stare silently at you. Ask him, what's up, and he'll give you a quick kiss on the forehead and walk away grinning. 

Slow dances with you on streets, when you two pass by street musicians. Doesn't care if everybody looking, even if someone pulls out a phone and starts filming this wholesome scene. It's only you in Kyles hands, that matter right now to him. 

If you have a pet - he definitely becomes its new dad. When Kyle is around - your four-legged friend absolutely forgets about your existence, because Gaz is an expert in best scratches!

By the way, your pets birthday is now Kyles official holiday!

[kimmi-iii]

Hey klee!! I just finished RE4R but somehow I can't stop thinking about RE2 Leon!!! Help!! Got any ideas for some fluff (or smut hehe) surrounding college-boyfriend!Leon?? It might be a little niche but it's consuming and rotting my brain I can'ttt I have a couple thoughts but I'm wondering if you have any headcanons or drabbles on how he'd ask you(or reader) out, would you get to see him between classes (maybe he's in the academy, or maybe he's in college w/ you), hmmm maybe what it'd be like if you were sharing a place... idk something wholesome!! (or maybe a lil spicy but I don't really have any ideas about that besides Leon being a switch/sub)

Omg I'm so into Leon being a switch leaning towards sub :3

Here are my takes/headcanons about Leon Kennedy being your silly college bf!!

Afab!reader

SFW:

-We're most likely talking about RE2R Leon so I could totally see him doing something super cheesy like bringing you roses, face masks, and hugs from behind

-He's 5'8" aka 172cm so he's a pretty tall guy. So hes just 10x taller than you but is such a softie.

-This man can cook!!! Not much to really work with in a college dorm (I'd say so at least but I'm not a chef) but Leon would definitely have a few cooking tricks up his sleeves that are simple and easy to do

-The typa guy to stay up with you to cuddle and watch movies. Depending on the day he might not even pay attention ;)

-Might be a slight self insert, but if you're in a performance arts major/in the school's plays, Leon is definitely there to support you and would go to every show you're in.

-he gives off "beauty and brains" kinda guy. He definitely played some sort of sport in high school. Probably baseball or lacrosse. And he definitely has mostly As and Bs. This man is just so damn good in school--and he looks good? Dream come true

NSFW:

-Since he's in college, he's younger. And since he's younger Leon, he's definitely a sub-leaning switch.

-He's most likely not a virgin but he practically has no experience. So you could definitely pretend he is one

-Just imagine him whimpering and whining on the bed in your dorm room. His poor pink tip leaking precum while he waits for you to stop teasing him.

-"F-fuck--please please please! I-I need-i need you so so bad..." He says as you're kissing all over his body except the thing that needed the most attention

-and when you actually do touch it? Oh the pretty boy is so relieved. You're giving the head of his cock kitten licks as you jerk off the rest.

-but when you start giving the sloppiest blowjob or begin riding him? He's on cloud nine. His cock twitching from the warmth wetness if your mouth--or he's whining and gripping onto your hips and thighs from your tight, wet pussy as you ride him.

-This man probably has the best cum shots. After you climax, you pull off of him and immediately begin to jerk him off. That alone has him gripping at the bed sheets and bucking his hips into your hand as cum spills all over his torso.

-Since he's inexperienced, you either fall asleep next to each other after, or you help clean him up for aftercare

-did I mention he makes the more prettiest noises and cutest faces when you dom him? His little mouth hangs open, his face is flushed and hair sticks onto his forehead

(I would do some for when he's top but I'm in a femdom mood)

[beelsari]

Simeon resisting lust

First I want to say thank you all so much for the love on my other two short fics!! You can find them here it’s very encouraging and I have a lot of ideas in the work!!!

I’m also open to suggestions!!

On to this piece! Simeon is such a sweet pure angel, but you have corrupted his thoughts.

Lmk if you want a part 2 to this!!

TW: Very Suggestive, Borderline Smut

Simeon is one of the most important angels in the celestial realm. Being an angel means remaining innocent, free from impure thoughts and actions, something Simeon has never struggled with, until he met you. At first his simple crush was innocent, as he saw you as the true embodiment of an angel, pure and radiating innocence. He would let his imagination run wild with sweet dates and things you’d say to him that’d make his heart skip a beat. The innocence didnt last long. In class one day, Simeon was talking to Asmo, the farthest person from innocent in devildom. As they were talking before class, you walked in, as beautiful as always with a huge smile when you see both Asmo and Simeon. That smile melts Simeon, he swears there is nothing more perfect than you, from your soft gentle figure to your sweet loving personality, Simeon would do anything for you. As you got closer, Asmo pointed out to simeon how much tighter your shirt is today because mammon shrunk it in the dryer. Simeon immediately went rigid while looking at you. That was the first time he ever looked at you in an impure way, but it certainly was not the last. He stared at your soft chest poking out of your shirt due to its new size. The way your stomach and waist were restricted and imprinted beautifully in the shirt. His gaze moved to your soft lips in a smile just for him. He wondered how beautiful your lips would look in other places…. he shook his head, trying to rid of these dirty thoughts, but he was visibly flushed and could barely look at you. You get closer to him while putting your hand on his head, in an action to check if he’s sick “Simeon, are you feeling well?” You ask with worry. Simeon is so torn, you’re so innocent and wholesome checking up on him but all he can look at is the view down your shirt thats right in front of his eyes. You soft hand on him makes it so hard not to pull your body into his. What is he doing? He’s an angel for gods sake!! He can’t do this to you!! he raises his head and shuts his eyes “i-i’m okay MC, thank you-u!” He stutters out completely flushed. Asmo is smirking behind him, loving turning the great angel Simeon’s thoughts impure. For the rest of class Simeon can’t think about anything else but how soft and supple your thighs look while sitting on your chair. He subconsciously was wishing your skirt was much smaller to see other intimate places of you, but he’d never give in to that as he doesn’t want to ruin your innocence or his own for that matter. As the class is dismissed Simeon runs for the door, he has to get to the bathroom before anyone sees the massive bulge in his pants just from looking at your legs. He gets to the bathroom and locks the door, having to “deal” with himself. “Im so sorry MC I just can’t help it, you’re so irresistible” he moans to himself while pumping his cock in a stall. thank god no one else is in here to see the state he’s in. He finishes fast to an imagination of your face below him and quickly cleans up. For the rest of the day he feels guilty, like a dirty pervert, but also needy, he needs you so bad. He’s completely torn, what should he do??

[underoossss]

What If’s -Miguel O’Hara

pairing: miguel o’hara x fem!reader

warnings: spoilers for across the spiderverse!!!! a couple of vampire jokes here and there. kissing, yearning, idk if those are warnings.

an: there’s no better character than miguel to write a wholesome hurt/comfort friends to lovers fic. this is my first time writing for him and I hope I did a good job lmao. let me know how I did!

★★★★

“I know I said I don’t mind your company.” Miguel’s voice reaches you from the platform he’s perched on in the middle of his lab. “But do you have to turn the volume up so loud?”

Your laugh echoes the room as you press a button twice to decrease the volume for a moment. “It helps me focus. Some of us have jobs aside from being a superhero you know.”

“Oh is saving the world not enough of a job for you?” Miguel’s eye-roll is clear in his tone and it makes you smile. “Perhaps you don’t know it but here we’re trying—”

“I know, I know, Twilight.” You wave him off over your shoulder. “What I mean is I like having a job, and I’m super smart so they let me work remotely.”

“All spider people are ‘super smart’ as you put it.” Miguel says, from somewhere behind you as you tap away on your laptop.

“Huh,” You fake surprise, then speak through a grin. “Here I thought I was the only one, good to know you’ve got a brain behind your broody eyes.”

Miguel’s breathy chuckle makes your heart jump, and you turn on your seat to catch the corner of his mouth lift in a half smile. Going back to the report you have to finish for your regular job, you turn the music up again and rest your feet on the desk in front of you. “I can feel you judging me, Twilight.”

“I am.” Miguel calls back to you and you smile.

There’s nothing that makes your body fill with warmth like Miguel. From being his most annoying spider recruit since the day you met —you saw he had fangs, and he never lived the vampire jokes down— your relationship has blossomed  into a beautiful friendship over time. The kind of friendship where everything is easy around each other, where you anticipate the other’s needs, and the kind that started with sharing trauma. Both of you’ve lost many people, and it’s probably the reason why you cling to the other as much as you do. You’re a stubborn tangle in his hair and he's as present in your life as the breeze that hits your face when you’re swinging through the city. You bring out the best in each other —regardless of you annoying him every single day— and this deep connection you seem to have is most likely the one responsible for the lines between friendship and love to be so blurred between you. You’ve fought by his side multiple times, and you love it, but there’s nothing you love more than these quiet moments with him, where you just exist near each other, and everything feels right. Though you love seeing him in action, more often than not getting distracted by his ruthlessness, strength, and skill, you love doing simple things with him too. Miguel showing up to your place when you’re cooking dinner and refusing to dance along with you; Miguel getting coffee with you after much insistence to leave his desk; Miguel sighing at your bad jokes which only makes you laugh more; Miguel staying over at your place, his presence a warm reassurance that you’re safe.

Insistent pinging takes your mind away from its memories, and you’re quick to set your work aside and swing to the platform to see what’s going on. Lila has appeared over Miguel’s shoulder and is gesturing at the many alarms popping up on the yellow screens. A canonic event has been interrupted, a black hole has opened under the city of Mumbattan on earth 50101,  Miles Morales —the Spider-Man Miguel’s been keeping tabs on for a while— is in that dimension for some reason, and there’s a multiverse-jumping anomaly on the loose.   

Miguel’s face darkens, a mix of worry, fury, and tiredness forcing his features down into a deep frown. He pinches the bridge of his nose before talking to Lyla as he flips through the screens. “Tell Jessica to go to Earth 50101 and bring backup with her. We need to contain that black hole.”

“On it.” Lyla disappears for a moment before she’s back by Miguel’s side. “What else?”

“Bring Miles Morales to me.” He says, setting his hands on the table in front of him and looking at the screen that show’s Miles stopping the canonic event. “It’s time we stop this mess at its source.”

“Miguel?” Your eyebrows shoot up at his words, worry settling on your chest. “What do you mean?”

Lyla disappears a moment later as Miguel’s monitors keep flipping through the events in Mumbattan. Alchemax blowing up as a result of the anomaly calling itself the Spot turning on the supercollider. The building collapsing on itself.

“You know what I mean.” The man in front of you furrows his brows in anger. “He’s become a threat since the moment he was bitten. It was never even supposed to happen, you can’t expect me to let him go on like this. To keep disregarding canon as much as he pleases.”

“You know I’ve always supported you, Miguel.” You take his hand in both of yours and squeeze it tightly. “I’m the one backing you up, winning everyone over when they get mad at you… But this is wrong.”

“It’s not.” He says, taking his hand back from you and clicking away on his computer. A moment later, moments in Miles Morales’ life float in the screens around you. “We have to stop him. He’s going to undo everything we do if not.”

“Miguel,” You furrow your brows at his words, then gesture towards him with your arms. “Listen to yourself, who’s more out of canon here, him or us? We weren’t bitten, that’s strike one; we can’t stick to walls, strike two; you don’t shoot webs and my senses aren’t heightened like everyone else’s. That’s strike three.”

It’s something that’s always intrigued you, but it’s never made you think of yourself or Miguel as less of a Spiderman than everyone else. That’s not what wearing the mask means; it means protecting those who can’t protect themselves. To be selfless and kind and self-sacrificing for the world, even if no one says thank you. If Miguel and yourself haven’t broken the multiverse just by existing, then why would Miles. If his world hasn’t collapsed then there’s nothing wrong with him being the superhero that he is.

Miguel ponders your words but shakes his head, still adamant to see things your way in this matter. “The kid–”

You take a step closer to him and cut him off before he can continue. “The kid was bitten, regardless of it being supposed to happen or not! He has lost someone dear already and has basically followed every other spiderman rule, Miguel. I don’t think he’s the reason this is happening.”

Your friend, the object of your affections, turns his back towards you, going back to his screens. They show the events of Mumbattan now, the way Miles saved the captain and the little girl from being crushed by falling debris. There’s also the black hole in the city, threatening the people they tried so hard to save. The hole is so similar to the Spot’s that you’re sure an analysis would prove it right. But Miguel isn’t seeing reason. “He is.”

“It’s the Spot’s fault!” You raise your voice, frustration getting the best of you more a moment before you take a deep breath. Trying to see things from his perspective, you place a hand on his upper arm, your voice falling down to a reassuring whisper. “I know you’re scared of the world collapsing again, but it won’t.”

Your heart falls when he shrugs your hand off and turns to look at you. The many screens around you dance across his features, and after inhaling deeply Miguel speaks again. “You don’t know that.”

“I do,” You smile sadly, hoping that your confidence in him will let him see what’s right under his nose. “I know it because this time you’re here, Miguel, guiding us and making sure it doesn’t happen again. You just need to see that Miles isn’t the problem.”

“Everything started with him.” Miguel argues, his voice emphasizing the word everything, definite on his theory. His eyes are full of resentment, not towards you, but towards the situation. Days and nights of working himself thin in this office, weighing on his broad shoulders.

Your squeeze your eyes shut before you look at him again. He’s so blinded by his own past mistakes; he thinks Miles will repeat them. When you speak again your voice is soft despite your irritation. “Miguel, you know in your heart it didn’t, and I know that because we’re the same.”

He exhales and looks into your eyes; they soften only slightly as they lock with yours. You try to urge him once again to forget this theory for a moment and see things differently if only for a second. He needs to know you don’t think it has to come to this –an attack towards the young spiderman– and that you won’t be a part of it if it does.  

“If I feel it, then you must feel it too.” Though you’re talking about his plans for the young spiderman, the underlying topic of your feelings for him are clear as day in the way you look at him. You let your guard down, and say barely above a whisper, “Please. You know I can’t follow you, not this time.”

His eyes look aways from you as his shoulders tense, a clear sign of all the walls you’d crumbled building back up. “You want me to risk everything, including you, over a what-if?”

“Everything’s a what-if, Miguel.” You smile sadly at him, then set your shoulders straight as you step away from the platform and from him. “But I guess that settles that.”

Miguel takes two steps and catches up to you before he reaches for your hand. There’s a tightness around his brown eyes from the way you’re looking at him tearfully. They shift to confusion a moment later, when his hand moves upwards towards your wrist and you grin. Taking another step back, you hold your watch on your opposite hand, showing him that you knew he’d try to take it from you. You know him better than he gives you credit for.

“I’ll see you when you’ve changed your mind, Twilight.” You fiddle with your watch until a portal opens and when it does, you throw the device back at him. Though your throat is tight, emotion concentrating there as tears sting your eyes, you keep yourself from crying. “Otherwise… I guess this is goodbye.”

Not bearing to look into the new despair in his eyes, you turn around and walk into your dimension without looking back. When the portal closes behind you, you’re back in your apartment, the room dark around you safe for the lamp you forgot to turn off in the morning. Every corner you look at you see Miguel’s lingering shadow; the wall he always leaned against when you talked in the kitchen, the couch where the two of you always hung out –your legs over his lap and your laptop over yours as he waited for you to finish working. You wrap your arms around yourself, hoping for some comfort to come from it.

Hoping this mess can be fixed.

It is only a day later when the first step towards it being resolved, happens. You’ve been swinging through the city, patrolling different neighborhoods and keeping an eye out for any anomalies. Without your watch you’ve been disconnected from the Spider Society. Most importantly from Miguel, and although you try to, you can’t help but wonder what’s happening back in the HQ. You've barely been to your apartment since your fight with Miguel, your heart feels like a fading bruise –not quite broken but yearning painfully– and the last thing you want to do is spend time somewhere that will bring his memory back to you. So quick stops to shower, work, and eat, in between patrols are all you’ve allowed yourself. You’re swinging to one of these stops, when you spot a lonely figure standing in your balcony.

Even from afar you know its him, no one else has his shoulder-to-waist ratio, and no one else makes your heart skip quite like he does. Despite being vexed from your last conversation, you feel his heart call out to yours, and the way his eyes rise to see you swing towards the balcony are all the confirmation that you need that your assumptions were right. He would come around eventually, you knew it, you never thought it would be this fast though. What have you done now, Miguel?

You land on the balcony next to him, nod towards your door so he can follow you inside. Once the door closes behind you, you take your mask off and Miguel’s vanishes too. There’s no awkwardness as you stand in front of each other in the middle of the living room, only silence in an otherwise joyful room. The lights are still off in your apartment but you don’t move to turn them on, instead you shrug and motion towards the balcony.

“Nice timing.” You say, trying to keep your voice light. “What are you doing here?”

“You said you’d see me when I changed my mind.” His voice is low, like he’s worried the moment will shatter if he speaks any louder.

“You did?” Your question is followed by a step closer to him, but a frown appears on your face. “What changed it?”

“I’m sorry. I made a mistake.” He whispers, brows furrowed together creating a deep crease between them. His eyes won’t meet yours but from the city lights outside your apartment, and the glow from his suit, you can see the deep regret in them, and the embarrassment from admitting his wrongs. “Then made a mess out of everything.”

“Miguel–”

“You can say I told you so, because you were right.” He turns to you, bringing his hand to hold your cheek briefly before he sighs and walks away, closer to the balcony’s window.

“What happened?” You follow him, standing next to him. Part of you is afraid he’s going to leave the same way he arrived, and panic settles on your chest. You urge him to keep talking though, you won’t give him a chance to shut down this time. “What happened with Miles?”

“The Spot’s stronger than before and going to Miles’ dimension to destroy it and then possibly many others.” Miguel clenches his hands into fists, the muscles around his neck tensing, the stress and worry in them is clear for you to see. “But he’s not there, because of me.”

You sigh and pinch the bridge of your nose, a mannerism you’ve gotten from the man next to you. Of course he scared the kid off; you love this man more than anything, but he really needs to work on his first impressions. “Where is he? How can we find him?”

“I have an idea; I think his friends do too.” Miguel starts, then shakes his head, some strands of hair falling over his forehead. “Maybe the dimension of the spider that bit him is a good place to start.”

“Then we find him, Miguel.” You move to stand in front of him, your back to the window and the city, all your focus on him. “We find him, we bring him home, and we defeat the Spot.”

He nods almost imperceptibly his gaze in the distant glimmering buildings, his handsome yet tired features washed in light blue and purple light. You know he can feel your gaze on him, burning a hole on his face but his eyes won’t look away from the window. When he doesn’t give in a moment later, you bring both of your hands to his face. Half expecting him to move away, you’re surprised when he lets you, and a small breath escapes him at the contact.

“Why won’t you look at me?” You whisper, your thumbs moving softly over his cheekbones. “Everything will be alright; we can fix it.”

“I almost lost everything by trying to prevent it from happening again.” He confesses, eyes full of torment when they finally meet yours. They glisten in the light, worry and despair making his icy layers melt for you too see him clearly. It’s enough to make you tear up. When you try to say something, he cuts you off as if knowing what you’re about to say. “I almost lost you.”

You shake your head fervently. “You were never going to lose me, we’re best friends I don’t think we’re capable of losing each other.”

“We’re more than that.” He says, voice gentle as he takes your hands from his face and holds them in his, they dwarf yours in size. “I feel it too and I’m sorry if it’s too late.” His words echo back to your last conversation, and it makes your stomach flip. Finally, after so much time, your feelings are bare in front of each other. Precious jewels you would never trust to anyone else, both broken, both put back together, and perfect for the other.

“It’s not.” You shake your head and let go of his hands, moving them instead to rest on his shoulders. A smile makes its way to your face, and the way Miguel’s lips move to mirror it makes your heart soar.

A moment later his head is tipping downwards as you step on the tip of your toes to kiss him. It’s an electric moment, a canonic event itself with the way all the pieces seem to fall into place. You move your arms around Miguel’s shoulders and hitch yourself higher to wrap your legs around his waist. His approval is hummed into your mouth as his lips move ardently against yours. One of his arms goes around your waist while the other moves up your back to bury his hand in your hair, tipping your face in the perfect angle to kiss you into a blissful state. Your sighs are unstoppable and he’s more than happy to catch them with his lips as your hands move to his hair. This is all you’ve wanted, to have him completely, for the two of you to accept the feelings that have always been there.

Eventually your passionate kiss simmers down to something slower, calmer. Miguel’s lips brush yours softly; barely-there kisses that move to the corner of your mouth, your cheek and along your jaw. His voice is rough when he whispers against your lips in a gentleness he rarely shows, “I love you, I always have.”

“I love you, you broody, cheap Twilight vampire wannabe.” You murmur, brushing your nose against his as he chuckles under his breath, before he sets you down. “We should go.”

“Only if you want to.” Miguel tells you, holding out your watch on the palm of his hand.

You take it from him and put it on with a smile. “Please, you’d be lost without me.”

His hand cups your cheek for a moment, a soft smile just for you on his face as he says, voice low. “Right again.”

In front of you a new portal appears, back to Miguel’s office to round everybody up. The future might still be up in the air, and there might be many battles ahead before this multiversal conflict is solved. But one thing you know for sure is that with the right team, the impossible can happen. You’re sure Miles’ team has his back, but a little backup wouldn’t hurt them, would it?

You take Miguel’s hand and squeeze it in yours before walking backwards to the portal. “Come on Twilight, let’s help the kids save the world.”

[atierrorian]

Requesting Azul, Jade, Floyd & Malleus's reaction to their s/o peppering kisses all over their face?

This is such a sweet and wholesome request! Sure!

Btw, ooc

•Well to put it simple, he's flustered.

•Like, really flustered.

•It's insane how this man can go from being sly and cunning to *blushing so crazy and almost falling from the ground*

•Azul will tell you to stop but if you keep insisting, then he won't mind it..

•Don't take Azul as someone who doesn't like affection! No no, he just isn't used to others giving him affection, so do be patient with him!

•Give him more kisses and he swears he'll faint! (He already has fainted once, Floyd could not stop laughing)

•Azul will slowly get use to the kisses you give him, of course, he'll still be flustered, but hey, he is loving your kisses, so don't stop now alright? (Just give him a 10 minute break)

•But yes, Azul's reaction will be extremely flustered.

As you were walking around the Monstro Lounge, looking for a certain someone, you manage to run into the vice dorm leader.

"Ah, hello [Name], what brings you here?" he asks, clearly already knowing why your here in the first place.

You simply smiled and waved and went back to searching for Azul.

"He is currently in his office" Jade said before bidding you farewell.

This was going to be interesting, to say the least. Now you might be wondering, what the hell are they(you) planning? Well, I'm glad you ask. So far, [Name] is trying to see his reaction on how flustered he can get from their kisses.

And because his cheeks are just so kissable!!

You knock on his door and you hear him say come in. You slowly entered the room and saw him look through his contracts while he slowly looks up from it and sees you standing at the doorway.

"Good morning [Name], what brings you here in my office today?" He asks you, wondering why you were in his office today.

You didn't say anything, however, you did start walking to him and gently placed both your hands on both his cheeks and started pressing kisses all over his face.

You had never seen Azul this red so much before.

It was honestly cute seeing him all so flustered and stuttering all over the place, well it makes sense, he didn't expect you to press kisses all over his face.

But [Name]..

WHY ARE YOU SUDDENLY DOING THIS!?!

Azul is gonna faint. Just wait for it to happen, cause it will surely happen sooner or later.

Well you decided to have mercy for him and stop when you kissed his lips and his beauty mark.

Your hands remain on his face as you look to see his face so flustered. (It could possibly rival Riddle's hair)

You slightly laugh and decided to give him a soft peck on the cheek and patted Azul's head and went out the door. While Azul sits there, still in shock and still trying to process what just happened.

As Azul sits there trying to process what happened while you slightly laugh from behind the door seeing his cute reaction.

You outta do it again sometimes.

•Surprised but also amused.

•Jade did not expect that but it's not like his complaining in any way.

•Can you possibly do it again?.

•Kiss him all over and over again on his face! It leaves him a nice tingling feeling.

•Jade may have that gentlemen facade when you do kiss him, but trust me, underneath that facade, is a flustered and very smug man.

•Floyd gags and wants you two to get a room and Azul is just looking away and continuing doing his shady business.

•Jade likes this affection coming from you! And unlike Azul, there is a chance he will ask for more!

•One thing for sure is that you'll definitely keep pressing kisses all over his face just to see his reaction!

You were so bored out of your mind, you didn't know what to do besides just slamming your head down on the table and mumbling to yourself. As you kept mumbling, you suddenly thought of something.

Finally deciding what to do, you stood up from where you sat and tried to find a certain eel.

As you barged into the Monstro lounge looking for the certain eel, you spotted him. You walked towards Jade as he was serving some of the customers in the Monstro Lounge, Jade looked at you wondering what you were doing here.

"Oh, hello [Name] what are you doing here?" Jade asked, but before he could ask any more questions, you dragged him to somewhere more private.

"[Name]?" He sounded confused but also amused to see where this is going.

You stopped dragging him and made sure no one was in sight, checking left and right, once you concluded that there was no one to see this, you peppered kisses all over his face.

Jade was, surprise to say the least, but this was a good surprise and he was quite amused as well. Jade always loves your kisses, and now that you decided to pepper kisses to him just makes his day so much better.

You stopped peppering kisses to Jade and saw that he was surprise but very amuse at the action.

"My my, your quite the bold one aren't you?" He said before kissing you on the lips and holding your hand.

"Let's go now shall we? I'm sure the others are wondering where we just went." He said and you nodded.

You were so going to do it again, in another time that is.

•Very very happy that your peppering him kisses.

•All I'm saying is that he will grin very widely while letting you kiss him and he is giggling to himself.

•While your peppering kisses to him, His all like :D

•I swear he is adorable, just not when he is literally squeezing you to your death. But can you blame him?? Your just soooo cuteee!!!! He can't help himself!

•He will demand more by the way, so you better be prepared to give him more!

•Floyd really really enjoys any affection you give him! He is giggling and kicking his feet like a highschool girl having a crush.

•And also, he is not afraid to pepper your face with kisses as well, so you also better be prepared for that!!

•And overall, his reaction will just be him being so giddy that your giving him your full divine attention!

You were suddenly very affectionate and Floyd was not complaining one bit, I mean, why would he? Your extra cute when you have those sudden feelings of being affectionate! And he loves it to bits!

You sometimes have a bit of a habit of, well, being suddenly affectionate, and today you were being so extra affectionate with Floyd and he isn't complaining one bit!

Floyd loves this side of yours and he forever will! But, the first time you did this, was well, not expected, but hey, he ain't complaining and plus, he enjoyed it the moment you gave him at least a fraction of your affection.

Today, you felt very affectionate and decided to go to a certain someone who you know will always enjoy your affection.

As you walked down the hallway looking for him, you suddenly hear him call you in the hallway.

"SHRIMPYY~!!!" He shouted as he ran towards you while other people scurried to get out of his way.

You turned to him, seeing him shouting your nickname, you smiled and waved to him.

"Hello Floyd, I was just looking for you!" You said as Floyd was in front of you, grinning and hugged squeezed you as you patted his back, signaling that you need to breath.

Floyd looks at you, curious on why you were looking for him. To his surprise, you were suddenly the one hugging him and peppered his face with kisses.

As he realized what was going on, he started to grin very wide while laughing and hugging you as well. Even tho the hallway is empty, there is still a chance someone could see you two.

So you decide to stop making him pout, but stopped as you grabbed his hands and went somewhere more private. After that, you resumed what you were doing as Floyd's expression changed into a happy one.

suffice to say, he was the happiest eel.

•He was the happiest dragon of them all!!

•Of course at first he was surprise but quickly got used to it and he absolutely loves it!!!

•Suffice to say, you made him the happiest dragon in twisted wonderland, and I must say, the sky is so much clearer than before yk.

•We all know that Malleus is quite the lonely dragon and craves for affection, and now that your peppering his face just makes his day so much better!

•And by the way, he prefers your affection over invitations.

•He seriously enjoys any affection from you! And the next day you open your front door, there are mountains of treasures waiting for you.

•Sebek is currently screaming his head off, Silver is taking a nap at a nearby tree, and Lilia is being Lilia, and also amused.

•So overall, this dragon loves your affection and wishes for you to always pepper his face whenever you have the chance!

You were looking forward for your daily night walks with Malleus today as you had an idea in your mind. It was something to see his reaction, his reactions and expressions were always sooo cute!

You took a deep breath and hoped that Sebek wouldn't see what you were about to do, or else you would have the lecture of a lifetime and no thank you would you want to stand in a single spot for hours just to hear him ramble.

You shuddered at the thought of standing still in the same spot for hours. You shook your head and just decided to go for it.

This was so going to be worth it.

As you and Malleus were walking together, side by side, you looked at the sky and smiled, Malleus saw your distractions and asked you what happened.

"Child of man, what happened? Why did you suddenly stop?" He asked you as he took a step forward to you, concerned, but you simply smiled and told him nothing was wrong.

"Oh no, sorry Tsunotarou, I was just thinking of something!" You said trying to disperse his concerns while he looked at you, curiously.

"Are you sure?"

"Yup! Oh and I hope you don't mind me doing this!" You said before peppering his face with kisses.

To say the least, Malleus was surprised at the bold act but quickly accept it and seemingly wanted more, he seemed really really happy at this bold act.

After peppering his face with kisses, he slightly pouted, it was super cute!

You lightly laughed at his expression before gently kissing his lips.

You outta do it again someday!

DONE! Out of my drafts after so long! But there is still more to go, so ya'll are gonna have to wait for more content! But hope you guys enjoyed this one!

[starb3rrys]

Hello there 👋😊 I love your hcs so much!! 💕💕 I hope it's ok if i ask for another one. If you don't mind, I'd love to read one about Tetchou with an insecure s/o, like reader feels insecure about their look and can't believe someone as pretty as Tetchou would fall for them. 😞👉🏻👈🏻

If it's ok the same for Jouno 💕💕

Agh! Thank you so much for the sweet words! ~(>_<~) This request is so wholesome (Time to turn it into pure ANGST, with comfort of course, hehe). I’ll do both Tecchou and Jouno just for you, my dear! Please don’t ever feel bad for requesting, I’m here to fulfill your every request! Now, without further ado…

⊹ ᮫࣭﹆ֹ ⊹ ᮫࣭﹆ֹ ⊹ ᮫࣭﹆ֹ ⊹ ᮫࣭﹆ֹ ⊹ ᮫࣭﹆ֹ ⊹ ᮫࣭﹆ֹ ⊹ ᮫࣭﹆ֹ ⊹ ᮫࣭﹆ֹ ⊹ ᮫࣭﹆ֹ

Love's Reassuring Embrace

Slight Angst —> Comfort

TW: Mentions of body dysmorphia, Self Doubt

Ft. Tecchou, Jouno

⊹ ᮫࣭﹆ֹ ⊹ ᮫࣭﹆ֹ ⊹ ᮫࣭﹆ֹ ⊹ ᮫࣭﹆ֹ ⊹ ᮫࣭﹆ֹ ⊹ ᮫࣭﹆ֹ ⊹ ᮫࣭﹆ֹ ⊹ ᮫࣭﹆ֹ ⊹ ᮫࣭﹆ֹ

Tecchou

Let’s get one thing straight, Tecchou adores you.

When he looks at you, all he sees is perfection.

Therefore, he is honestly confused every time you made a negative remark about yourself.

He’d often listen to you point out insecurities about yourself; your looks, your voice, or your behavior. All things that he loves so much about you.

Tecchou will do anything and everything to make you feel like the most gorgeous person in the world.

Wether it be with gifts; Chocolates, Flowers, Plushies, etc.

Praises and compliments on a daily basis.

Or just a simple shoulder to cry on when you’re feeling down.

He’d stay up late at night holding you as you let out all of your pent up frustrations and insecurities, he’d listen to you confess the feeling of not being good enough for him, the way you felt he was too good for you…that he deserved someone better.

He’d hold you tightly, whispering sweet reassuring words into your ear as his soft fingers caressed your hair.

He would tell you how beautiful you are, how you are every single bit worthy of him and much more.

The way your voice was like music to his ears, the way your smile was brighter than the sun itself.

He kissed you softly, wanting to take away your doubts with every kiss he planted on your delicate skin.

In his eyes…you were the picture of perfection…

Jouno

Guys. He’s blind- don’t even worry, he can’t even see you/ j.

Jouno can be unintentionally harsh with his words.

He’d sometimes call you dumb or slow when you couldn’t figure something out.

He didn’t seem to worry much about what he said since he usually talked to everyone that way, and they never seemed to feel offended by his words. (Plus, he never really meant it in a mean/serious way).

At first, you didn’t really mind his passive comments, but over time…negative thoughts started consuming your mind.

It started off small, some self doubt developed into you fully doubting your own knowledge which developed into you judging your own looks, your face, your body, your relationship…

You started to rethink why Jouno even got in a relationship with you, Was it purely out of pity? Just for his own amusement?.

In your mind; you didn’t deserve him, he was way too handsome and skilled to be with someone like you…

Jouno started to notice a change in your demeanor; you seemed less confident, didn’t speak your mind as much, and you seemed to be spending more time looking at yourself in the mirror.

He felt slightly confused but thought you were just having a rough week.

And that’s when he heard it, the soft sounds of you muttering curses about the things you hated about yourself, his sensitive ears heard all the negative things you said about your looks, your height, your voice…your relationship.

Jouno walked in, his expression showed one full of sorrow as he wore a frown.

He quickly hugged you, feeling the way your heartbeat quickened as you started to cry into his chest.

He held you in his arms as he asked why you would say such things about yourself.

His voice was delicate, afraid that if he said anything in a stern voice, you’d break.

You explained how you felt about his harsh comments, how you felt insecure about your own looks…and how you wondered why someone as perfect as him would be with someone as imperfect as you…

It felt like a ton of bricks had just hit him, he immediately apologized, he promised to be more careful with his words in the future.

His voice was soft and full of regret as he whispered affirmations into your ear, about how amazing you were, how he truly didn’t deserve you, how you were more than enough… how your relationship was the best thing that had ever happened to him…

⊹ ᮫࣭﹆ֹ ⊹ ᮫࣭﹆ֹ ⊹ ᮫࣭﹆ֹ ⊹ ᮫࣭﹆ֹ ⊹ ᮫࣭﹆ֹ ⊹ ᮫࣭﹆ֹ ⊹ ᮫࣭﹆ֹ ⊹ ᮫࣭﹆ֹ ⊹ ᮫࣭﹆ֹ

It got a little dark on Jouno’s part, I tried my best to make it as realistic as possible

I loved writing this though! I hope you all enjoyed these head-canons

And as always, Love you all! <3

[wonbadtz]

as riize has already confirmed to be directioners, could u write them as 1D songs? :D

no because i've been thinking about this ever since they covered one thing

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚ riize as one direction songs

shotaro -> hey angel

"hey angel, do you know the reasons why we look up to the sky?"

literally the first song that comes to me when i see him. i would give it to either him or anton but he literally has this angel face and maybe i'm being delusional here but i can literally hear his voice in the bridge during louis' backing vocals part, it's giving the same vibes as his rap part in memories for some reason.

eunseok -> night changes

"does it ever drive you crazy just how fast the night changes?"

ugh i feel sick at the thought. imagine him on a little date with you like the music video, everything is going well and then suddenly something awkward happens, but later he reassures you about it and you laugh about everything. he gives off that 'everything is gonna be okay not matter what' vibe, just like the song.

sungchan -> temporary fix

"let me touch you where your heart is"

silly (not so silly) song for him, it has the perfect mix of sexiness and goofiness just like him. literally no other explanation for this, just picture seeing him in the crowd of a party, locking eyes with him as this song plays in the speakers. peak movie vibes.

wonbin -> fireproof

"nobody loves you baby the way i do"

i can see him playing this song on his electric guitar, imagine him doing the intro and then the little solo part later, and his voice would be perfect for this song. i can't explain this connection again but he brings out such vibes, chill and romantic.

seunghan -> stockholm syndrome

"baby i'll never leave if you keep holding me in this way"

he's so alluring i feel like i'm being kept hostage by him. such cool yet chill vibes with him, again i feel like it would suit his voice and his overall vibe. he needs to come back to remind everyone how cool he is, this song always reminds me of him every time i listen to it.

sohee -> infinity

"how many nights does it take to count the stars?"

i can't explain why but maybe i have made this connection because i feel like his voice would be perfect for this song. i can literally imagine him singing it and i'm tearing up, he would sing it in such a smooth and emotional way + pretty people always get pretty songs.

anton -> i wanna write you a song

" i wanna write you a song, one as beautiful as you are sweet"

chill smooth acoustic vibes, perfect match with his voice and personality. the song is so cute and wholesome, i feel like he gives off this vibe of home, comfort and warmth. the song is quiet, pretty and simple, it immediately reminds me of anton, he is literally the personification of this song.

[dukeofdelirium]

your top 5 kataang moments? 🩵🧡

oh god that’s a tough one but I’ll try

1) the desert scene when Aang goes into the avatar state and everyone else runs away, but Katara stays and pulls him out of it.

I cant believe love was invented in 2006! seriously though, everything about this scene was so well done from the music to the animation to the writing. it’s one of my favorite episodes in the entire series and one of their best moments imo

2) the scene when Aang tells Katara how much she means to him/how much he loves her at the end of the Serpent’s Pass. It’s seriously such a beautiful scene for them and the fact it’s the episode that follows up The Desert makes it even better. The emotional weight of the scene is so good and it’s just so so sweet

3) the finale scene/the final kiss

It isn’t even specifically the kiss that I like the most. I actually love the hug more. The animation is so beautiful and they look so in love with each other 😭 it’s so well done and the second I hear that Cave of Two Lovers music start playing I start crying fr

4) the entire Kataango dance scene in The Headband. Listen, this remains probably my favorite episode in the entire show. There is something so comforting and feel-good about it! And their little dance is the cutest thing ever. I especially like when he approaches her to dance and she starts nervously playing with her hair (something she does a few different times around him in the series if you pay attention). I just love all the cute details like that and this scene is just so great to see especially since it follows up The Awakening which is also a heavy kataang episode!

5) the “I did get to meet you” scene in the second episode of the show. Idk why, but it’s always just stuck with me. There’s just something very wholesome and pure about such simple dialogue from Aang, and I think it really embodies their entire relationship. That yes, they have suffered extreme loss, but they also would never have met otherwise, and through their meeting they can make something new. And I think that’s such a wonderful message

I could yap about them all day. They’re one of my favorite ships ever, and are very special to me bc they were the first pairing I ever shipped :)