#massage his scalp to help him relax 🥺

[thestarswillguide]

His hair looks so soft I just wanna pet and rub my face against it omg agbjkcividhg-

[callme-darling]

Please imagine asking Attorney Vincent Renzi for help after his successful case, begging him to represent you in court and that you're willing to pay with any means he wants just for him to take your case🥺 💦

anon YOUR MIND !!!!!

ok but i can see this being a hidden fantasy of his🫢 like not so much something that he’d genuinely go for in his career, but in the bedroom, as some sort of roleplay? oh my god yes. (please note: this got away from me and i couldn’t stop thinking about vincent being confident and teasing and aidnjsnsjdn)

any means

word count: 1.8k

warnings: smut, vincent x fem reader, coercion (?)—not really, but idk what else to call it, dom vincent, whole lotta flirting and teasing (my fav), some thigh riding/grinding, not proofread

vincent comes home after a successful case—a major one at that, so it’s a huge win for his public image. but for whatever reason, he just can’t seem to relax. maybe it’s from spending the past four months in a near constant state of stress, or maybe it’s the lingering anxiety of the next case, and the next case, and the next case.

whatever it is, it has him sat at the dining table with his head in his hands. his shoulders are tense and you can tell he’s in his head, undoubtedly plagued with overthinking.

you walk up quietly behind him, the house suspended in a tranquil stillness as the hours dip into the late evening. from behind him, you softly place your hands on his shoulders, the lean muscles flexing slightly under your touch. with the diligence of quiet devotion, you work the tightness from his neck and shoulders, fingers soothing the ache before slowly trailing down the front of his chest. you lean more into him, your chest against his shoulders as you bring your lips to his ear. your voice is gentle, a playful lilt in your tone:

“what’s wrong, mon cœur?”

his shoulders rise slightly as he inhales, his palms falling from his face with a sigh. from your angle, you admire as he rubs a hand down his face, his high cheekbones made more prominent as he sucks in his cheeks a bit—a habit that alerted you of his stress.

you wait for him to reply. your hands come back up to massage the nape of his neck, and you can’t help but want to try and find some way to make him feel better.

“i can’t help but think of what’s going to be next. we won this one, but i want to win the next one too, and the one after that, and the one after that…” he sighs again. “i’m tired, but i feel like i should be preparing.”

“for what?”

“i’m not even sure.” he runs a hand through his silver hair, and you catch the way his eyes glow in the dim light of the lamp. “but it feels like a waste to simply sit here and wait.”

you keep your voice soft and your touch even softer as you continue massaging up his neck, your fingers gently combing through the hair at the back of his scalp. “rest and relaxation are part of your job too. you can’t work well if you don’t have balance.”

you watch as he closes his eyes, leaning back slightly into your touch. he has a faint smile on his face.

you quirk a brow, a small grin tugging at the corner of your own lips. “what’s so funny?”

“hm?”

“you’re smiling.”

at that, his smile broadens and you can see the faintest bit of a toothy grin starting to break out. he shifts so that he can bring his arm behind your waist and pull you to stand at his side. vincent turns in his seat to face you, his eyes smiling gently up at you. “i just had a thought, that’s all.”

“what kind of thought?”

“i thought of something that would combine both work and relaxation.”

you tilt your head slightly, an inquisitive expression on your face. “wouldn’t that be counterproductive?”

“you haven’t even heard what it is yet.”

you shake your head a little with a snake roll of your eyes, smile biting at your lips. “okay, fine, what’s this idea of yours?”

you can tell he was proud of whatever it was, from the way his eyes shone and smile was full of confidence. his hand on your waist fell to your hip while his other hand fell to your thigh, his fingers tracing small nonsensical shapes across the skin.

he seemed to pause for a moment, eyes peering into yours with a mischief you hadn’t seen in a few months. the look had your stomach submerged in a pool of heat almost instantly.

his voice was lower now, only by a fraction, but the minute difference meant all that much more to you. “i just thought what it would be like if you were my client.” he watched you as he spoke, undoubtedly noticing the way your thighs twitches under his fingers.

you lick your lips quickly as you gather your thoughts, cheeks beginning to flush as the temperature in the room shifted, but you willed yourself to match his confidence. you stepped even closer into his space, one leg positioned between his as he remained in his chair, eyes glimmering up at you.

“oh? and if i was your client… would you represent me for free then?”

he chuckled, and you had to hold your breath to keep composure. “oh darling, i’m no charity worker. even a pretty girl like you would have to pay.”

your hand is in his hair, playing with a few strands of the soft silver, tugging only a teasing fraction as you speak, “and if i have no money?”

his hands both made their way to the back of your thighs, cupping the skin just below your ass, his fingers lightly gripping the plush skin. “then i suppose you’d have to find another, suitable form of payment.”

you could feel the heat emanating from your core from only a few minutes of flirting, but there was no denying the effect he had on you.

you bring another strand of hair between your fingers, angling his head back slightly as you made a face of rumination, bottom lip pulled gently between your teeth. if you were going to play this game, you were going to play it to make sure he won, no matter the depravity of your words.

“the great attorney vincent renzi…” you bring your face to hover a couple inches above his. “how could i ever get such a great man to support me?..” you let your lips ghost over his.

“flattery would get you nowhere.” you could feel his lips twitch into a smirk as his eyes watched yours intently.

you give him a faux pout, still nose to nose, his grip on your thighs tightening ever so slightly.

“but i would do anything to have the most handsome counselor of france represent my case.”

“anything?”

“anything.” your voice was barely above a whisper, the heat radiating off your entire body was near oppressive. “anything maître vincent renzi wanted.”

“such as?”

the octave of his voice had your brain short circuiting, and it took everything in your willpower not to clench your thighs right in front of him, under his attentive touch.

“if you wanted to touch me, i’d let you touch me anywhere. if you wanted me on my knees, i’d stay there for hours.” you swallow, breath stuttering softly as excitement tingled down your spine. “however and whenever, you’d want to use me, i would let you.”

vincent seemed pleased with that answer. he was leaned back slightly still, his posture slouched a bit as he relaxed more into the chair, his hips closer to your legs as he brought a hand to his mouth as if to strike of pose of mock contemplation.

“is that so… i suppose i may accept such an offer, however…”

you hold your breath. “however?”

he sits up again, his face directly in front of your chest, both hands on the back of your thighs again. he stares up at you, piercing blue eyes silently challenging you. “you don’t seem very convincing.”

you bite back a whine at his damn composure. feeling your neediness build up, you finally say fuck it and take hold of one of his hands from your thigh and bring the palm to your chest. your knee kneels on the chair between his thighs as you lean over him.

the wrist in your palm flexes slightly as he teasingly gropes at your chest, just enough to make you pull your lip between your teeth.

“is this supposed to convince me?”

the cool vibrato of his voice had your thighs clenching together. “please vincent.” you whisper, voice breathy and bordering on a pathetic whine.

he only chuckles, hand gripping onto your breast more firmly as his other hand pulls your waist closer so that you’re straddling his thigh. his touch his mindful now as he deliberately pushes the fabric of your bra aside, his fingers quickly finding your nipple and rubbing it over your shirt.

“tell me, would you really become so desperate as to let me take advantage of you like that?”

maybe it was the way he so easily took control of you, or maybe it was the look in his eyes, or the diligence of his touch, but you knew without a doubt you were not above letting him fuck you for compensation if it would be like this.

“yes,” your answer was breathless, nearly moaning. you felt him flex his thigh under your pussy, “fuck- yes. i’d let you use me just like this.”

you noticed how his chest rose and fall with bated breaths, his hand on your hip slowly encouraging you to rock your hips along his jean clad thigh. as you begin to rock your slick core over his jeans, you felt his words warm against the side of your face, his lips tracing the shell of your ear.

“such a pretty girl like you… who thought you could be so dirty—practically selling your body.” your breath shuddered as he began to trail love bites down the side of your neck. “would you do this for just any kind of services? would you let the mechanic fuck you for free maintenance? or the professor for good grades?”

you grind your aching clit against the muscle of his thigh, whimpering as he bit marks into your sensitive skin. “n-no.. no, only you.”

“only me?” he pulled his face away from your neck and brought a hand to your chin, his fingers holding it as he studied your expression.

his eyes flicked from your half lidded eyes to the flush of your cheeks before finally landing on your bite-swollen lips, blushed a pretty pink from your teeth. the pad of his thumb swipes across your bottom lip, pulling it to the side gently.

“suppose if it’s only for me, i’d accept such an offer.” he pulled your chin so your head was angled down slightly. his eyes met yours again, his pupils blown. “so go ahead and show me what this good girl would do for me in return.”

[fawnnpaws]

subdrop with puppy art…… hmffgghnmmgh… he’s sooo clingy to you and patrick so sweet and whiny needs so much reassurance. even like. when he comes out of it. all night he’s just so 😞🥺…. makes u and patrick melt…

ooohhhh <333 he’s so out of it - needs to be touching one or both of you at all times. it tends to happen after particularly intense playtimes, when he’s just starting to come down from however many orgasms you’ve given him. it takes time for him to resurface from his puppy headspace, but he’s still so dropped emotionally you know he’s going to stay fragile for the rest of the night. patrick gets a cool washcloth to wipe down art’s body while he clings to you. there are still tears in his pretty blue eyes, his lower lip is trembling like he’s trying to stop them from falling. you see patrick’s hand freeze when he hears art start sniffling.

“it’s okay, baby, don’t hold it in,” you say, cupping his cheek with your hand and gently rubbing your thumb back and forth across his cheekbone. he nuzzles his face into your hand and it scrunches up when his tears finally fall. in an instant, both you and patrick are enveloping him on either side, your hands cradling his head and neck and patrick’s arms looping around his waist. his head rests on your chest and patrick moves closer to spoon him from behind, pressing gentle kisses and shhh shh shhh’s into his bare shoulder.

“was - hic - was i good?” art asks, not even able to lift his head to look at either of you. he’s trembling slightly and it only makes you and patrick grip him tighter, like he might slip away from you or shatter in your hands.

patrick speaks first. he’s always more shaken by seeing art like this than you are. for a long time he’d blame himself, something you’ve had conversations about since. now instead he jumps to reassure and fix anything he can, “you were fucking perfect, baby - so so good for us.”

“who’s our good boy, sweetheart? c’mon you know the answer,” you know by now he needs a lot of reassurance, but you’ve also realized that having him repeat them helps bring him back up to baseline a bit faster.

art hides his face in your chest and mumbles something unintelligible into your skin. your fingers find their way into his hair and you gently massage his scalp, “couldn’t hear you, honey.”

“i - i’m your good boy,” he says, though he still sounds unsure. for good measure, just in case, he adds a soft “right?” a few seconds later.

“‘course you are, artie - such a good boy - the best.” patrick says and you nod in agreement, giving art a kiss on the tip of his nose.

he sniffles again, more tears spilling, he wishes he could get closer to you both. if he could crawl inside your skin and curl up, even that wouldn’t be close enough. his head still feels like it’s full of cotton, his vision is soft around the edges, like he’s just waking up after a deep sleep. you and patrick moving around him feels comforting, like you’re both omnipresent. he’s safe, he knows that, but the influx of emotion in his body and mind are overwhelming. he reaches out for you again when he feels you moving, patrick too - where are you going? are you leaving? please don’t leave me -

“hey, hey - it’s okay, we’re just moving you under the covers.” the sound of your voice quiets the noise that was building in his head. he’s so docile and pliant like this, his body moving where you tell it to without his mind even being part of it. you and patrick exchange glances as you readjust together on either side of him under your plush duvet. his face is so relaxed when he settles, it makes your heart squeeze. you know patrick feels it too because he’s gripping art like he’s a child with his favorite stuffed animal.

“stay? please?” how art thinks either of you could ever dream of denying him when he sounds so sweet is beyond you. you nod your head and let him squirm around a bit before he’s fully comfortable. none of you redressed, so you’re feeling pure skin on skin. it helps him, you think, especially when he mindlessly licks and mouths at your breasts. it’s not sexual in this moment, you know your puppy well enough to know when he just needs his mouth occupied. before he takes your nipple into his mouth, he flicks his eyes up to you, then to patrick, and says “love you - so much.”

patrick, loverboy that he is, would get hard again if he was physically able, hearing those words. you both hum and return art’s declaration, peppering him with kisses all over and a chorus of love you, puppy - love you so much, baby - always gonna be ours - our perfect boy.

art sighs out a breath he never notices he’s holding when he’s waiting to hear you both say you love him back. what he doesn’t realize is that as much as he needs this, you and patrick need it just as badly.

[sethsclearwater]

Sam x pregnant reader plsss🙏 im really not picky so you can choose the story if you would like and tysm i love your work🫶

so short but cutie🥺🥺

...

you let out a heavy sigh as you sat down at the kitchen table, dropping your head back as you took a few deep breaths and rubbed your protruding belly with your hand.

"everything okay?" sam's voice caught your attention as he crouched down in front of you, resting on hand on your knee and the other on your belly.

you nodded, offering him a soft smile, "jus' tired is all." you explained, sliding your hand on top of his and squeezed it gently to reassure him.

he nodded, pressing a soft kiss to your belly when he felt the soft flutter of your baby's kick under his touch, "you should lay down." he suggested, getting up and taking your hands, helping you up.

you knew better than to argue with him, instead just letting out a breathy laugh as he guided you over to the living room, "you're gonna need to get those muffins out of the oven in a few minutes." you explained as he helped you lay down on the couch.

he nodded, sitting down next to you and offering you a small smile when you laid your head down in his lap, "i'll get them." he reassured, leaning down to press a soft kiss to your temple before threading his fingers through your hair, gently massaging at your scalp.

you let out a soft sigh of pleasure, eyes fluttering shut at the feeling. sam smiled to himself, happy to know you were able to relax despite being 8 months pregnant with his (very active) baby.

"we need to finish the nursery tomorrow." you murmured, eyes still closed as you relaxed into his lap, loving having him stroke your hair.

he hummed in response, "i'll do it, don't worry." he reassured and you nodded, happy with his response, "get some sleep. you need it." he said softly and you smiled, not needing any more convincing before you drifted off in his lap.

[or0ch1maru]

Orochimaru/tobi/hidan cuddling with their (GN) s/o?

I love these three sm it’s not even funny🥺orochimaru was my first crush from naruto before I moved onto Tobi😭dw, I still love my snake bby

Orochimaru:

•I fully believe he’s cold to the touch(not even mentioning the fact he’s cold blooded(at least in my opinion he is) he would be the type to wrap you in blankets to make up for the lack of warmth. Wants you to be comfortable and cozy

•big spoon! For some reason I just have a hard time imaging Orochimaru letting himself be the small spoon, maybe when he’s extremely comfortable in a relationship, but yet again maybe not. I feel like he would feel too vulnerable🥺which is something he has challenges with. during the summer when it’s hot, he’ll let you take advantage of his cold touch. Skin to skin contact to keep you nice and cool when the heat outside becomes too much

•orochimaru would play with your hair, massage and scratch your scalp as he lays beside you. Coo sweet nothings into your ear to help you settle down and relax. His fingers would gently caress and graze your cheek and jaw as he admires you. idc what anybody says; this man is SOFT when it comes to his partner🥺

Tobi:

•oh sweet baby😩 at the beginning of the relationship he would struggle with physical touch, just due to his fears and insecurities. It would take him a long time before even thinking about removing his mask/cloak/or gloves, and exposing his scars.

•but once Tobi is COMFORTABLE, be prepared. He’ll want nothing more than constant cuddles. I can imagine him pulling you into his lap on the couch or bed, legs awkwardly wrapping around you while his hands are tangled in your hair or wrapped around your waist. It’s as if he’s scared you’ll vanish if he lets go🥺

•when you two are domesticated and have been together for quite some time, he’ll go shirtless. Wanting to feel your fingers graze and trace over his scarring. Tobi would let you be big spoon if you wanted, but he’s also content being it himself. He’d nuzzle himself into your neck or chest, listening to your heart beat or just wanting that true intimate feeling with you.

Hidan:

•at the very beginning I feel like he’d have a hard time keeping himself under control. (Always asks for consent of course) but if your backs against him when you two cuddle and your butt or thighs rub against him, even if you’re not doing it purposely, you best believe he would think you’re initiating something.

•but as time moves on and you two become more serious, Hidan loves nothing more than coming home, especially after a long and exhausting mission just to wrap himself around you. He’d pull you into a tight hug and carry you over to the bed/couch and just collapse. His arms holding you tightly against his chest, face buried in your hair.

•constantly whispering how much he missed you and how much he loves you. His big, calloused hands would stroke your hair, and then travel down your back, squeezing you gently as if he’s massaging you. Hidan is nothing more than a gentle lover boy and lives off physical touch

(Sorry this is kinda short, I wrote this while out and about running errands today😭Christmas shopping is so stressful☹️)

[hotchs-big-hands]

https://www.tumblr.com/miss--river/734723290334199808/anyone-know-that-reddit-post-about-a-girl-whos-gf

when i say i want to love aaron i mean i want to really love aaron.

NO SERIOUSLY 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

Just... Taking care of him, nonsexual intimacy like this is smth that'll make that man crumble because my god, he's had to be so strong and the superior one with him being unit chief, being strong for Jack and feeling like he had to always be strong around you too. But then you soothingly bathe him, either standing in the shower or sitting with him between your legs in the tub massaging shampoo and conditioner onto his scalp and/or gently scrubbing his skin as you wash him and he just crumbles.

He apologises, he doesn't know why he's crying. But you just say "it's okay." And he just melts, his body relaxes fully and he lets out little whimpers and sniffles as he cries in your arms. You let him take as long as he needs, continuing to bathe him and massage him, rubbing soothing circles over his back and pressing a kiss to his shoulder. Later, when you've helped him towel himself dry and pull on some pjs he cuddles you, burying his nose in the nape of your neck and mumbles the softest 'thank you' ever 🥺

He just needs that so, so badly holy fuck.

[mountsmase]

Imagine mason coming home after preseason and you’ve not seen each other in a while, a little date night would definitely be needed, a pamper session, a bath, a home cooked meal, cuddling while watching the olympics while not knowing exactly what’s going on and he’s trying to explain it to you

I love this 🥹

When he gets home he’d probably be a little jet lagged and tired from the flight so he wouldn’t want to do much, and you’re more than happy to have a cosy night in with him

the team would probably land into Manchester and then go back to the training ground to get their cars etc so let’s say he didn’t drive himself and you dropped him off, and you’re there waiting for him when they arrive 🤭 greeting him with the biggest smooch (keeping it as pg as possible because his teammates are around) and the best hug ever and he just sinks into you because he’s so tired and has missed you so so much 🥹 it would feel so nice being back in your arms and he never wants to let you go but he eventually has to do that you can get him home

you’d buy some ingredients to make his favourite meal and get all of the prep done before he gets home so that there’s no rush to do anything when he gets in, and then when you’re both hungry it’s quick for you to prepare. You wouldn’t let him help because you just want him to relax but he still insists on sitting in the kitchen with you, just wanting to spend every second with you and you catch up on everything from the last couple of weeks 🤭

You take your food through to the living room and eat it in front of the tv, watching whatever Olympic sport is on and you’re probably both as confused trying to figure out what’s happening because it isn’t something either of you have done before (maybe it’s gymnastics or diving or something) but you still have fun, cheering for Great Britain despite not even knowing if they’re doing well or not 😭

After dinner you tidy up and head upstairs, leaving all of his bags in the spare room to unpack tomorrow and you get a bath started, adding all of your bubbles and salts and lighting some candles so that it’s as relaxing as possible and you get in together. You lay back against his chest, letting him wrap his arms around you and you stay in until the water goes cold

Then you get your pjs on and have a little pamper session, doing all of your skin care together and you hop up onto the counter, letting him stand between your legs as you put a mask on for him and then use all of your other serums and moisturisers, he’s so sleepy, especially with the feeling of your fingers massaging it all into his skin 🥹

Once you’re finished you get straight into bed, it’s still early but you know he’s tired and will probably fall asleep pretty quickly so it makes more sense to go straight to bed rather than downstairs on the couch. He snuggles up close, basically just laying on top of you with his head buried into your neck and your hand finds his hair, scratching over his scalp the way he loves and he’s asleep with in minutes, feeling so so content and relaxed now that he’s back in your arms after a busy few weeks away 🥺

and maybe if he’s awake enough you’d have the softest, laziest sex ever, and then the next morning when he’s more awake you’d spend the whole morning in bed, loving on each other and making up for all of the lost time

[carlottawllms]

first time sending a concept hehe

maybe you get home with these horrible migraine after a long and never ending day at work, mase is at home do to his injury and (because of that) you decide to not tell him because he already has his injury and stress to think about, but of course he notices and instead of asking he just invites you to snuggle with him and he massages your scalp, time goes by and the massage + him (his arms, heartbeat, scent, etc) + home relaxes you enough to ease your migraine and finally rest in his arms

fully self indulged here but hopefully that made sense haha 🫂

As someone who unfortunately struggles with regular migraines, I know what it’s like and this concept is so perfect 😭

First he’d think you’re simply unwell but by little habits you have, like rubbing your temples or the bridge of your nose, he quickly catches on to what’s really wrong and he knows exactly what to do to help you so he’d send you upstairs to change into some comfy clothes, maybe even some of his whilst he’d grab your meds, water and a hot water bottle or a cooling pack - depending on what you asked for.

He’d go upstairs cause the bed is way more comfy and get down under the sheets, waiting for you and he’d make you take the meds and snuggle into him and whilst rubbing your back and massaging your head he’d notice you nodding off so he’d kiss your forehead and watch you fall asleep 🥺🥺

[love-strike]

hi sarah! I love your blog sm! can I request a soft scenario where Seungkwan and reader are taking a shower together but most of the time they just laugh and sing their favorite songs while they wash each other hair, make bubbles with the soap and all he wants to do is kiss reader but everything is so messy and cute 🥺

a/n: oh tysm anon!! this made my day actually 🥹💖 im so glad you enjoy my blog!! also love this idea so much, ty for the request!!

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"Turn around," Seungkwan whispers to you, running his soapy hands down your arms.

"Pervert," you reply with a giggle and peck him on the lips. He rolls his eyes and turns you around softly by the shoulders.

"I need to wash your hair," he says with a pout and proceeds to lather shampoo into your hair, being as gentle as possible. He starts humming, pulling you out of your relaxed daze.

"... stay in the middle, like you a little..."

After a few more moments of massaging your scalp, he washes the shampoo out. He surprises you by suddenly turning you back around and pulling you into a deep kiss. You laugh and pull back, Seungkwan chasing your lips.

"My turn," you coo and eagerly pour soap into your hands. He watches you carefully as you begin to rub bubbles all over his chest and shoulders. You make eye contact with him and suddenly feel shy as he watches you.

"Come here," he says quietly and pulls you into another kiss. He continues to pepper your face in kisses as you squeal.

"My baby is just so cute, I can't help myself!" he says teasingly as he continues. You groan loudly and playfully push him away.

"Do you know how counterproductive this is?" you pout and he laughs at your words. "Let's just get out of the shower and continue this elsewhere."

[rigginsstreet]

Can i also say 8,34,35,42 for the touching list 🥺👉👈

I made it fun :)

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“Gladys really got you good.”

“Think she was aiming for you.”

“Yeah, probably,” FP chuckles, gently rubbing the warm washcloth over the giant splotch of blue and purple darkening Fred’s shoulder.

They had been out paint balling earlier; the boys along with Gladys and Alice. The girls kicked their asses, naturally, but FP had gotten some good shots of his own. Paintball wasn’t much of Fred’s sport. He always felt bad aiming even a fake gun at people, unless Hiram Lodge was involved.

They’re ailing their aching bodies in the bath now. Too grown to be sharing Fred’s tiny tub, but Bunny and Artie are downstairs watching tv so sneaking into their master bath isn’t an option, unfortunately.

Neither of them really mind, though. Fred’s more than content to squish himself between FP’s legs, and FP’s happy to have him there. It’s cozy, if a little uncomfortable. They can manage.

“You were a real hero today, though.” Fred smirks, trying to fight back the giggles. “Coming to my rescue like you did.” He gently traces over where bruises are forming on FP’s knees.

Maybe he had gotten a little carried away when he saw Gladys and Alice trying to double team Fred when he’d been caught out in the open. Maybe he had launched himself full bodied at Fred in an attempt to shield him, knocking them both to the ground, FP landing hard on his knees. It was the heat of battle. He doesn’t regret a thing.

“Hey, now what kind of man would I be if I didn’t protect my brother in arms?”

Fred snorts. “Oh, is that what we are now?”

FP leans forward, pressing a hard kiss to Fred’s bruised shoulder.

Fred just barely stops himself from squawking and alerting his parents to their whereabouts. Instead flings his arm back in a failed attempt to wack FP. Only really manages to send water flying everywhere.

“Jerk.”

FP only laughs, wrapping his arms tight around Fred’s waist and holding him against his chest.

All the fight leaves Fred. He lets himself relax against FP, head titling back to his shoulder.

FP doesn’t get like this often, touchy and playful and relaxed. Calm. But today was a good day, so he’s a little loosened up.

His fingers go to Fred’s scalp, scratching and massaging gently until Fred lets out soft little hums.

“Like when you play with my hair,” Fred mumbles, feeling good. “Can you braid it?”

FP’s fingers stop, his body going just the tiniest bit rigid. “I, uh. Don’t know how.” Says it quiet, like he’s embarrassed.

And Fred can’t have that. Not today.

So he sits up, doing his best in the tiny space they have to turn around. Almost knocks his knee to FP’s chin, but he manages.

“It’s easy. C’mere.”

FP’s hair’s not as long as Fred’s, but if he pulls at one of the curls it’s long enough to make at least a tiny braid, just to show.

FP watches Fred’s fingers work, kind of going a little cross eyed as Fred explains what he’s doing. When he’s done, the braid sticks out, too short to lie flat. Fred can’t help but laugh.

“You get the gist at least, right?”

FP stares up at the braid sticking from his forehead, brow furrowed and looking a little peeved. It’s cute.

“Yeah, sure.”

FP does not get it. Starts huffing and puffing on his third attempt to try and braid Fred’s hair, but his fingers keep fumbling and he loses track of what strand’s supposed to go where, and he’s honestly only succeeding in knotting Fred’s hair.

“This is annoying!”

“It’s fine,” Fred chuckles, taking hold of FP’s wrist when he throws his hands up in exasperation. “We can work on it another time. Water’s getting cold, anyway.”

“I’m gonna learn how to braid,” FP says, all determined.”

Fred smiles fondly at him. “I know you are.”

“I’m serious. I will.”

“I know, I believe you.” Fred kisses the tip of his nose.

FP’s pout doesn’t go away. “You’re annoying, too.”

Fred’s smile doesn’t falter. “Mhm, I know. Kiss me about it.”

FP does.

[sebsxphia]

You have not gotten a proper night's sleep, being burried in assignments. Jake gets back from a short mission and sees you nearly falling asleep standing. He hugs you close. You ask how he is, while he tries to focus on the joy of seeing you and not panicking about the degree of your sleep deprivation. When you are done with the short version of catching up and welcoming, he helps you into the bathroom and you both shed your clothes. As the stream of hot water falls on your bodies, he takes the soap and caresses every part of you with it. He takes the shampoo and massages your scalp. The feeling of his fingers and the warmth of the water mix with your exhaustion, making you even more sleepy. You put your arms around his neck and lean on him, kissing over his chest and shoulder. He pulls you closer with one arm, his other hand still burried in your hair. He lowers his head and whispers praises in your ear, telling you how proud he is of you and all the work you've done. He says "you can relax now, kiddo, I'll take care of you, you just focus on recuperating". You lose all strength from your body at that, only retaining enough to keep your arms fast around his neck. He of course doesn't mind it one bit, only tightens his hold on you and finishes cleaning you both before he gets you to bed, cuddling you to sleep.

-💚

He says "you can relax now, kiddo, I'll take care of you, you just focus on recuperating".

oh! i need this! i need this man so badly in my life! i love this so much my beloved anon, thank you so much for this! this was a sweet reminder that i need to take care of myself the way jake would 🥺💌💗

[grelleswife]

lau takin care of bard the way kazuki does rei 🥺

(Background on the Bardlau Buddy Daddies AU here and here)

Lau tenderly patches Bard up after a rough mission and insists on checking his wounds daily and changing his bandages himself because “you’re always too careless about these injuries. They need proper looking-after.” Bard gripes, but his toothless complaints lack any real bite.

Lau makes sure that Bard eats regularly, even if it’s “just a quick something” he whipped up by throwing their remaining leftovers into a pot, adding a bit of seasoning, and hoping for the best. “Some days I think yer tryin’ to poison me,” Bard mutters, although that doesn’t stop him from cleaning his plate.

Lau gently shampoos Bardroy’s hair, his fingers massaging the other man’s scalp until Bard is so relaxed that he almost falls asleep in the tub, and helps his partner shave on days when the assassin’s depression makes even the simplest task seem insurmountable. “Ya don’t have t’do this, you know,” Bard mumbles.

“But I want to,” Lau replies with his trademark enigmatic smile.

[letterstotheflre]

oh god the first three gifs… dating pre-apocalypse daryl and him waiting everyday for you after your shift 🥺 either takes you home cause you’re tired or rides around cause you’re stressed

pls :') you work at an old diner and he waits by the backdoor cause there's almost no one there, ever. most of the other workers leave through the front door except for one or two others like you, but they don't work the same shifts as you. that means there's no one to watch you as you skip towards daryl and slump yourself against his chest with an exhausted sigh while he leans against the bike.

"hi, handsome," you whisper and leave a sweet little kiss on the base of his neck. if there were people around you know you wouldn't be able to do it, so you take full advantage of the empty street.

"hey." there's the tiniest bit of pink on the tip of his ears that you think is adorable. he flicks the end of the cigarette, ashes falling to the ground. he could see the tiredness on your face the moment you opened the diner door. "shit day?"

"the shittiest," you whine and squeeze his middle tighter.

daryl tangles his free hand in between the strands of your hair and massages your scalp. "somethin' happen?" he asks casually, but you know there's an edge to his question.

you like your job, you really do. but there's been a few times daryl's had to resort to his fists and mean words to get creepy guys to leave you alone. more times than you'd like.

"no, just an entitled old lady and some annoying teenagers." you skip over the part where you could feel the teen boys trying to take a peak under your uniform skirt. daryl looks relaxed for once and you'd like to keep him like that, not give him an aneurysm on a friday afternoon. "just wanna go home and sleep the entire weekend."

"can do tha' for ya." he throws the cigarette away and places the helmet safely over your head. he only has one and he never wears it, only carries it around for you. doesn't matter how many times you tell him to wear one you always got the same scoffed answer: "ain't no pansy, woman. don't need no helmet."

he helps you get on his bike and gives your thighs a good old pat before kicking the kickstand back into resting position and bringing the bike back to life.

[shingisimp]

warm me up [s.mg]

song mingi x female reader

when naked morning cuddles take a turn, you're left to rely on your boyfriend to soothe your pain, but you come up with a much better suggestion...

warnings: smut, size kink (reader is very small), mentions of pain (specifically stomach cramps that aren't related to periods!), implied body image issues from reader (big bellies are beautiful), swearing, so much fluff, mingi is just the softest boyfriend ever plz 🥺

words: idk how to find out yet

note: hello my loves! this is my first fanfic i'm posting to tumblr! i've been writing fanfic for around 3-4 years and finally wanted to upload one myself. i'm not expecting much- i just hope that you enjoy this. this post is super self-indulgent as i suffer from suspected endometriosis, and so this was written when i was having pretty painful stomach cramps as a result of that. otherwise, please enjoy, like and reblog this! mwah!!

works under the cut <3

today would've been perfect. beams of golden sun streamed past the crack in the shut curtains, warming the expanse of your chilled, naked back as your front lay flush with mingi's own, both on your sides as if to face each other. his chin became nestled into the top of your head, bowing down occasionally to allow the man movement, only for him to bury the very tip of his nose into your hair. you smelled sweet, clean but not like cosmetics- it was just you, and mingi adored it. it reminded him of cotton bedsheets, the early morning sunshine, foaming bubbles suspended in steamy bath water, home. he sighed deeply, content, arms thrown about your waist and tightening softly, enough to remind your dozing mind of his presence. you reciprocated mingi's gentle exhale, air blowing onto his torso, and he giggled at the tickle that rose goosebumps to his skin.

everything remained blissful, everything remained perfect. and it would've stayed that way if it weren't for the cramping of your stomach. it came in waves, washing intense pain over your body right when you had managed to settle enough to feel calm. when the pain struck again, your face crunched its features into one, forehead pushing into mingi's chest as your whole body became stiff and sore. he took the brute of your actions, because no matter how heavy the dull ache was that he felt from your limbs clamping around his body, it didn't amount to the crippling sensation that shot through you, and he knew that. mingi shushed you softly as you whimpered, nails digging bluntly into his bare skin.

"you're so brave, baby," his tone was sweet, voice deep and soothing. silently, you allowed your shaky breaths to fall into sync with his, clenching your jaw before mingi brought a hand to stroke your cheek. the simple gesture reminded you to relax it, nudging your head under his palm and coaxing your boyfriend to play with your hair. he did so happily with a warm smile, mesmerised by the way your hair would flow around his digits.

"i don't feel it, oh god-" involuntarily, your body seized once again. a dry sob choked from the back of your throat before mingi urged you to silence once again, still weaving your hair between his digits. he began massaging your scalp, hoping to at least lull you to sleep. he knew you couldn't rest like this, however, but he'd still try.

"i'm so sorry you have to go through this, my love. it'll stop I promise, you'll feel okay again," reassurance usually didn't go so far with you during pain days (an all-too innocent name for what described almost weeks of agony) but you were desperate to feel better, and so ate his words up and swallowed them quick, in hope that they could quell the pain.

"here, let me move a second. i'll rub your stomach, yeah?" the genuine act of affection offered was quickly denied when you shook your head suddenly, curling further into mingi's chest.

"no! no, i'm so bloated... that can't feel nice for you,"

"baby, what will feel nice is if i can do something to help you. your stomach is beautiful, bloated or not. if you feel comfortable, i'd love to help you," he was always a gentleman, a bubbly, childish, sweet gentleman, and now showed no exception. of course, after some convincing and a lingering kiss pressed against your strained forehead, you gave in to his offer, barely nodding before mingi climbed over your body- he didn't want you to move, even though that would've been easier. now, his chest lay flat against your back, arms around your waist to knead softly at your stomach. you mewled, releasing the breath you held as his palms provided the gentlest amount of pressure to your pained tummy.

finally, you were able to relax, body sinking back against his own completely. you were at his mercy, mind rendered numb and empty of all thought. and thats why when your ass pressed up against his cock, you gasped softly.

"i know it hurts, baby..." poor mingi sounded so clueless, still stroking his hands in circles over your stomach as you tried your hardest to not think about it. it wasn't so much arousing as it was distracting, and soon you found yourself shuffling your ass against him, only trying to get comfortable with the sensation of his cock against you in such a domestic way.

he wished that your actions didn't affect him in this way. you were exhausted, hurting, and you sought care and attention. but how could mingi stay so focused when you just didn't keep still? the motion provided enough arousal to him that his cock began to harden under your influence. he gulped, slowly edging his hips from you, before you whined out at the lack of contact.

"but baby-"

"min~ you're warm, and you're moving your warmth away from me," as to not draw suspicion, mingi swallowed roughly and just hoped that somehow you wouldn't notice; oh did you notice, alright.

you couldn't say or do much when your boyfriend's hardened cock pressed at your backside, but when your cramps became overwritten with the sensation of arousal, your eyes glimmered with opportunity. maybe you couldn't get the pain to go away, but you could definitely use a distraction...

perhaps it was mean of you to begin grinding your ass back against mingi's erection, but how else could you prove you were okay? You knew he wouldn't take your word for it...

he hissed, sliding a hand down to grip your hip firmly in place and whisper in your ear: "(y/n), baby, not now... Not when you're like this,"

"i need the distraction, min. it helps my stomach,"

"a hot water bottle would help your stomach; i'll go get one. it can warm you up-"

as he was mumbling his words and beginning to move, you had flipped your body around as quick as you could in your position, gazing up into his hooded eyes. yours were glossed over, wide, reflecting need in their surface, and mingi couldn't resist you like that- you knew so.

"i want you to warm me up, you do it so much better. please, i want you," you moaned quietly, throwing your arms loosely around the man's shoulders as you willed him to cave in. his hands instinctively held your back, warm palms against your skin, and you sighed happily. the timid smile, the bliss that pooled in your eyes, the weight of your relaxed frame against his at the intimate touch all swayed mingi in your favour. who was he kidding? he wanted you too, and the raging boner pressing at your core was more than enough of a clue. when you settled into his lap once more, tugging lightly on the red hair at the nape of his neck, that's when mingi's self-restraint snapped, the final thread of his composure frayed, before his lips captured yours in a firm kiss.

your bodies melted under each other's influence, weak to the gasps and needy whines that escaped your mouths. each of you swallowed the sounds, hands greedily roaming each other's nude bodies. mingi cupped one of your breasts, fingertips toying with your nipple and pinching a mewl from you. when mingi separated his lips from yours, he pressed your foreheads together. a moment was spent exchanging deep, passionate gazes, breath mingling as the two of you panted lightly.

"are you absolutely sure you're okay with this, baby?" the man asked once more. it was endearing and polite, of course it was, but you wanted him now, and asking only meant you had to wait longer. you smirked, rolling your eyes playfully before tugging him forward into another kiss. now, your core began to grind down over his bare cock. neither of you could suppress the moans that bubbled from your throats as mingi's cock glided between your folds, his tip prodding at your clit with every movement. his face contorted into an expression of strained pleasure, eyes narrowed and teeth grit together as his neediness became somewhat painful. this is why you loved being on top, slightly in control of the pace, to witness the man's face and the way its features changed under the influence of your body, and now was no exception.

"you're- hmph... you're way too pleased with yourself considering i'm not even inside of you yet," mingi was referring to the smirk that had seared itself into your face. you bit your lip back in response to prevent said grin from curling up into a full-blown smile, rocking your hips slower now over his lap.

"i like your reactions, that's why," you smiled, but the cockiness soon crumbled once your boyfriend spread one of his large hands across the small of your back and pulled you closer before proceeding to flip you two over. now, you were beneath him, body cradled by the mattress, bedsheets and blankets. your lips collided in another breathless kiss, mingi's travelling down your body before wrapping his tongue around one of your nipples. your expression faltered, mouth agape and eyes rolled back as you threw your fingers into the man's hair. hopelessly, you tugged him forward, moaning profusely at the feeling- mingi always knew your nipples were sensitive, and adored the reactions he could get from stimulating them alone. One day, he'd try and see how much of a mess he could make of you by toying with nothing but your breasts, but right now, your core sliding over his cock wasn't something he couldn't wait for. still, mingi couldn't resist the cheeky comment that followed once his lips detached from your nipple with an audible pop.

"i like your reactions, too,"

you rolled your eyes at the shit-eating grin he sent you, giggling when he leant back down for another kiss, one that quickly led to the both of you swallowing each other's moans. you couldn't take much more teasing, pulling away with a gasp as you spewed your words.

"min, baby, please.. n-no more teasing. i need you, now. fuck me, please," it was becoming increasingly difficult to ignore the way your clit throbbed as your hips ground up around your boyfriend's cock. it had become something your body did without command, out of control, and that's exactly what you felt- you could no longer dictate your actions as you gripped the base of mingi's aching cock and began to push the length inside of yourself, jaw falling slack when you moaned at the stretch. "f-fuck, (y/n), you didn't warn me-"

"didn't want to- mhm! Just wanted you to fuck me."

part of you, admittedly, was scared of losing focus, of getting distracted and feeling that familiar cramping sensation in your lower gut, rather than the swirl of arousal you had become so used. to. the last thing mingi wanted to do with you was rush you, aware of your fragile state, but when you dictated the pace, he had no choice but to follow...

a chain of shaky whines rolled off your tongue, and at that point, it was safe to say that your cramps were no longer at the forefront of your mind. now, your body swam in a numbing sea of pleasure, complete with mingi's firm grip on your hips and his mouth latched around your remaining nipple that he made a mental note previously not to neglect. you couldn't be anymore thankful for the fact, either, as you arched your back to receive more of the feeling. he chuckled at the pitiful whine you let out, pulling at his shoulder blades to lessen the already-minimal gap between your slick bodies.

"move, please babe. y-you know i can't handle this," you were such a helpless sight, whimpering as his cock stretched your tight hole beyond what any toy (or man, for that matter) could achieve. and just as you thought he couldn't lodge himself any deeper inside of you, mingi's hips became flush against your own, breathy exclamations of satisfaction shared between you both. your thighs trembled as his palms wrapped around the circumference of the soft muscle, nimble fingers squeezing and moulding the skin as he liked, adoring the way your body behaved for him. when he arched his neck up, mingi's hooded eyes met your own, lids heavy with arousal and a peaceful kind of neediness, an accepting gaze that had your heart catching in your throat- the words 'i love you' stuck as your tongue swirled around itself and became trapped between your teeth when the man rocked his hips back and forth slowly. you cursed your boyfriend's name, your tiny hands shaky as they tugged mingi's hair and pulled his body forward with all their might- you were already shaky prior due to the pain, and your breathing had been laboured since your body cramped and convulsed. his lips crashed into yours before he picked up the pace, thrusts more intent and fluid. soon, you two had established a smooth, slow, deep rhythm that pricked goosebumps all over your body and rendered you both breathless.

"mhm! god, b-baby, feels so good." you whined, allowing your body every sensitive reaction- including when your eyes rolled to the back of your skull. hot pleasure seared through you, mingi's hands spreading even more heat wherever he dragged his palms. His fingers squeezed around your thighs, past your hips until they rested on your stomach, the place that started all of this. mingi slowed his pace to focus more on rubbing steady circles against your tummy, satisfied when he heard your moans simmer to peaceful hums. you adored how careful he was with you, part of that due to how much bigger his body was than yours. he wished to wrap his limbs around your body and keep you sheltered from everything sometimes because you really were just that small pressed up against him. his hand alone completely covered your stomach, fingertips grazing beneath your breasts, and he wished to savour the sight of you so meek and reliant on him to feel better. that's all mingi ever wanted to do- absolutely spoil you rotten, because you were his princess, his one treasure. every stroke of his cock inside of you came with an insatiable need to pull as much pleasure from you as he could, it became his mission, his one true focus. and so, it came as shock to you when mingi slid his hand between your bodies and twisted his wrist in an awkward position, just to make sure he could rub circles against your clit.

his actions were met with moans and whines from you, of which mingi bent forward to swallow each and every one before pressing his lips to yours feverishly, failing to conceal just how enamoured he was with you.

"fuck, baby-"

"i love you, (y/n). fucking hell i can't ever get enough of you" mingi cut you off with a groan, following his declaration of love with the increased pace of his hips slapping against your own. your legs began to shake, an action of which you tried to warn mingi was approaching as your orgasm bubbled in your stomach. his fingers pressed firmer against your clit and your back arched, eyes rolling to the back of your head whilst chanting mingi's name like a prayer as his thrusts brought you to heaven. every moment was heavenly with him, every smile his lips curved into, every laugh and giggle his chest shook with, every single thing about mingi was complete perfection, right down to the way he held your shaking body as you came. Like he did with everything, mingi praised you, rubbing his large hands over your body and holding your tiny ones in his own. he didn't even think about his own orgasm until it became impossible to ignore, spurred on by your desperate whines and tightened core as you clamped down around his cock. he didn't even have the time to pull out (not that you were letting him by the feel of things) before mingi was nudging his face against your neck and moaning against your skin, filling your aching, exhausted body with his warm cum. the sensation was just enough to completely, finally soothe you, melting back into the bed with your boyfriend rolling down into the space beside you.

he pressed kisses against your sweat-slick skin, wrapping his arms around your waist and drawing you into his chest.

"how are you feeling, baby?" mingi was adorably breathless, eyes covered by his dampened red hair, of which you pushed aside to press a kiss to his forehead.

"mh, much warmer now, thank you,"

tysm for reading! <3 tags below :)

[mountsmase]

this is something that’s spoken about loads but I’ve been thinking about it all day and I can’t not do a concept on it

imagine just pampering mase 🥺

he’s obviously been through a lot this season and with it finally coming to an end he’s understandably going to be absolutely exhausted both physically and mentally, so you leave work early the day of his final session at carrington, whether it be for training or recovery or something else, and get the house all set up for a cozy evening in 😌

You’d make his favourite meal, and a bunch of different sides to go with it, for dinner and have it all ready to eat for soon after he gets home.

You’d meet him at the door, greeting him with a hug and a kiss before taking his training bag off of him and popping it into the utility room so that you can do the washing later on, and then you’d lead him through to the living room where you’d eat sitting on the floor infront of the tv, whatever series you’re currently watching would be playing as you have your little indoor picnic and catch up about your days.

Once you’ve eaten and you’re all tidied up (you wouldn’t let him lift a finger) you’d head upstairs and have a shower together. The shower in his house is most likely huge and it probably has one of those little built in benches, so you sit him down on that so he’s the perfect height for you to wash his hair without needing to reach up. You grab your shampoo and massage it in, heart melting when he leans further into your touch and hums in pleasure as you scratch your nails against his scalp.

You keep massaging it in until your fingers hurt and then help him rinse it out before putting some conditioner in for him and he just holds you whilst let it sit in his hair for a bit. He’s still sitting down so he’s got his arms wrapped around your torso, and he’s at the perfect height to have his head resting against your chest as you run your hands up and down his shoulders and scratch over the back of his neck. He’s in absolute heaven, your touches and the heat from the shower making him feel so so sleepy and relaxed but you eventually have to break apart from him to rinse out his hair and wash your own before stepping out of the shower. You pass him the fluffiest towel you can find and you both dry off before changing into your pjs and you have to stop yourself from jumping his bones when he walks back into the bathroom dressed in only a pair of plaid pjs pants.

You guide him over to the sink and jump onto it, sitting with your legs spread so that he can stand between them and he rests his hands against your hips as you reach over and grab your skin care products. You run through your routine with him, pushing his hair back with a fluffy hair band so that it doesn’t get in the way and his eyes flutter closed as you rub your products and what he likes to call ‘positions’ into his skin. He’d probably complain a little when you get the exfoliator out, not liking how it feels when you use it but he’d shut right up when he feels how soft his skin is afterwards. You rub in some serum for him, the final step, before leaning into kiss his forehead, both of his cheeks and his nose before eventually reaching his lips and he sinks into you as your arms wrap around his shoulders and your legs tighten around his waist to hold him to you.

The kiss gets heated but doesn’t go any further than just a quick make out session, both of you being too tired to take it any further so when you eventually hop down from the counter, you just finish up your nightly routines before heading to bed.

You get in first, crawling under the covers and opening your arms for him and he happily climbs into them, flopping down on top of you and nuzzling as far into you as he possibly can, his head finding its usually home in your neck and he breaths in your comforting scent as you reach over to switch the light off and pull the duvet further on top of you.

He’d only be awake for a few more minuets, already relaxed from the rest of your evening and as soon as your hands start tracing patterns over his back and running through his hair, he’s drifting off to asleep 🥺

[namorslutfanfiction]

Fic request! Something soft and fluffy? Like Namor is relaxing for once and letting himself be a bit soft and gentle 🥺

Thank you for the request! This is perfect to start me off.

Namor x Reader

Summary: Namor goes to visit the children of Talokan and his favorite teacher.

I don't want to disrespect Yucatec Mayan and this would almost certainly have to have the dialogue be completely translated. So I will write in English to avoid any mistranslations.

The children noticed the King swimming by their class as you taught them. You bowed slightly to the King who waved you off and mouthed for you to finish your lesson. You finished showing the children the type of net weaving style you were demonstrating then dismissed them.

The children all let out screams and laughs as they swam up to the King, lifting their hands in a gesture of respect that resembled the open jaw of a megaladon.

"Your majesty, will you play ball with us again?" A young boy asked, taking Namor's hand and pulling him toward the open water near their classes alcove.

"I am still recovering but I can play for a bit, but you must help your teacher clean up after your class, alright?" Namor ruffled the child's hair, an affectionate smile appearing on his regal visage.

The child nodded excitedly and the rest of the kids followed him to clean up the remnants of their net weaving. You looked up as Namor swam to your side and nudged his shoulder against yours. He was dressed in a half cape and you noticed that one of his ankles was wrapped in bandages.

"I see that the children still love you despite your tedious lessons," Namor teased.

"K'uk'ulkan, come sit. I heard you were injured," You guide him into a seat before he can protest. You're at his feet examining the bandage around his ankle. "Did she really rip off your wing? Do you think it will grow back? Does it still hurt? I can make some of the balm you liked the last time that shark took a bit of your thigh if you like?"

You rattled off question after question as you took his ankle into your hands. Namor looked down at you fondly then reached forward to cup your cheek with his hand, "I am alright. I promise. It will grow back. It was a small price to pay to know that we have a strong ally and Talokan and our people are safe; to know that you are safe."

You looked up at him, seeing the care in his eyes and feeling the warmth of his hand on your skin. Your worries melted away as you stood and he pulled you into his arms by your waist. He rested his head against your chest, heaving a sigh of relief.

You wrapped an arm across his shoulders, pressing him closer. Your hand found his hair and massaged his scalp. He leaned in deeper and you stood strong and reliant as he gripped you firmly. You stood together for awhile, resting in each other's embrace.

"Hearing your heart beat is all the balm I need," Namor nuzzled your neck slightly. You pulled away and looked down at him, his eyes looked tired but had a spark of relief in them.

"I was worried about you, my king," You admitted, running a finger over his brow gently, dragging it down to the tip of his nose. You traced his lip and he kissed your finger.

"Will you keep your promise once the alliance with Wakanda is finalized? Will you become my queen?" He spoke in a soft, hopeful tone.

"We will see," You teased, finally pulling away. But Namor pulled you back into his arms.

"Don't tease me, my love," he smiled and stole a chaste kiss that made you giggle.

"Hush, what if the children see?" You half-heartedly tried to break free from his embrace.

"The children know by now; they see me visit you nearly every day," Namor bear hugged you, nuzzling your cheek with his nose.

"K'uk'ulkan, we finished cleaning!" The boy from earlier appeared to their right followed by the rest of the children. The rest of the little boys and girls broke out in giggles as they watched their teacher wriggle out of the king's embrace.

"That is exactly the prompt response I expect from my future general," Namor addressed the original little boy causing him to puff up his chest in pride.

"Will you come play with us now?" The boy asked with a pleading look.

"Yes, I always keep my word," the children cheered and gathered their things and headed toward the clearing.

"Please take it easy, my king," You said as you helped him remove his cloak so he could play with the children. You tried to ignore the quickening of your heartbeat as more of his skin was exposed.

"Like what you see, my love? You're blushing," Namor whispered after turning around to find you flustered, "After I play with the children, I can play with you. I promise."

Namor swam off with a rogueish smirk on his lips. You watched him swim away with a pleasant fluttering in your stomach, looking forward to him keeping his promise.

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So there we go! Hope you like it! The first of hopefully many more!