#may both of them get all the love and snuggles they deserve!!!

[whipbogard]

I’m missing my cats dearly so I hope Harvey and Flip are having a good time together 🥲❤️

[gay-dorito-dust]

:33 can you imagine Ford reading his book trying so hard to focus on the paragraph but like- He’s so distracted by Reader’s kisses and snuggles like like they’re acting like a cat and Ford just kalskskdjskdk

Ford was trying his hardest to get through the paragraph, he really was, but when you were sleepy ford found that you tended to become more affectionate. As was the case when he felt you snuggle up into his side as closely as you physically could while pressing tender kisses to his jaw and side of his neck.

‘Beloved.’ Ford said softly.

‘Yes my dearest?’ You purred, nuzzling your head into his chest, pressing a kiss there because you felt like it, that and you didn’t think you give Ford as much affection as he deserved…also the little hitches in his breathing were delicious.

‘I’m- im trying to read and you’re being quite-‘

‘Distracting?’ You asked and you could see the blush spreading across his face as his fingers toyed with the corners of the pages belonging to the book he was reading. For someone as smart and eloquent as him, you lived for the days where you got to see him be flustered and unsure of himself when it can to displaying affection, especially seeing as he had went without such for a good majority of his life.

‘I’m afraid so my dear, you know how easily affected I am by your preferred form of affection.’ Ford replied, feeling his mind falter and freeze upon feeling your lips once again kindly greet the skin of his jawline, little kisses scattered across it that it almost felt ticklish. He knew you were smiling and feeling proud of yourself because he could feel it pressed up against the pulse point of his neck.

‘I have no idea what you’re talking about my sweetheart,’ you spoke against his skin, closing your eyes as you felt his skin grow warmer under your lips as his pulse pulsed against them as though eagerly reciprocating your kisses with his quick it was going, ‘I thought a man like you could keep his composure.’ You added with a chuckle, knowing from firsthand experience that wasn’t the case at all.

‘I’m afraid that does not count when in the presence of a true beauty of a person such as you may love.’ Ford felt you stiffen as he smiled to himself, yes he could be poetic as they come, he had to read Jane Austen’s books for a class once in college and could recite anything from that book off by heart from how often he annotated the poor book front to back, and in incredible depth too.

‘Who knew you’d be a man of such flattering words Stanford.’ You teased as you were now practically half sat on his lap that Ford had to lay a hand against the small of your back to keep you pressed against. Ford chuckles as he hurries his face into your head, hiding his sweet smile, ‘only for you my dear, only for you.’ He chants softly and you couldn’t help but thank whom ever for bringing Ford to you, for he was the best thing to have ever happened in your life, and you would gladly dedicate yourself to showing him just how much you adore him; it was the least you could do for the man you loved to death.

‘You deserve to be caressed by words, not showered in them. kissed, not smothered. Praised with words whispered in your ears rather than out loud in public as though it was a spectacle. I want to love you in moments like these, soft, slow, forgettable to most but memorable to others who don’t live life in the fast lane and forget to cherish the quieter parts in life.’ You tell Ford sincerely as you positioned your head back to rest against his shoulder, while his hand absentmindedly stroked your side softly, slowly; his book long forgotten as you both decided to enjoy each others company without making a freaks spectacle out of it.

[girlkisser13]

dating leo valdez would include

• leo is the most southern gentleman you could ask for. he may be flirty and sometimes a bit inappropriate, but his manners are impeccable.

• when you take him to meet your parents, he’s constantly calling them "sir" and "ma’am".

• he’s always opening doors for you, whether it’s the car door or the entrance to a restaurant.

• he always insists on paying for meals, wanting to treat you every chance he gets.

• expect to receive flowers from him regularly; he loves surprising you with a handpicked bouquet.

• dating leo means you’ll constantly be laughing. he’s always cracking jokes, pulling pranks, and doing his best to keep you smiling, even on your worst days.

• he likes to play with your hands as if he’s tinkering with something.

• leo isn’t one to sit still, so expect spontaneous adventures. whether it’s flying on festus or a road trip to some random place he’s heard about, he loves exploring with you by his side.

• PETNAMES IN SPANISH>>>

• leo is naturally warm, so you’ll never be cold when you’re around him. cuddling with him feels like snuggling up with a cozy blanket, and he’ll always be there to wrap you in his arms when you need comfort.

• he knows what it’s like to feel alone, so he’s incredibly supportive of you and your dreams. he’s your biggest cheerleader, always encouraging you to pursue your passions and standing by your side through any challenges.

• SPEAKING THROUGH MORSE CODE WITH HIM??? specifically when you're in bed, and the both of you are too tired to talk, so you feel him tap "i love you" against your skin and you send the message back.

• he’s also a surprisingly good cook. you two might have fun cooking together, even if it means dealing with the occasional kitchen mishap.

• leo’s mind is always racing with ideas, so he often stays up late working on projects. these late nights lead to deep, meaningful conversations where you both share your hopes, fears, and dreams.

• he tries to act all suave, but if you randomly kiss him he WILL catch on fire.

• he loves simply being in your presence, enjoying the comfort of being in the same room together, even if you're both doing your own things.

• he doesn’t necessarily get jealous, but rather insecure. he’d feel like he can’t compete with the guy that you’re talking to and that you deserve better. he tries to push those feelings down, but you usually notice and comfort him.

• leo is VERY attentive, especially when it comes to you. at this point, it's like he knows you better than you know yourself. like when he goes shopping without you and he sees something he thinks you'd like, and it ends up being something you've been wanting for the past few weeks? at this point he might be reading your mind.

• this man cannot keep a secret to save his life (except the fact that he loves you and that he wants to share everything with you). <33

[dorabellingham]

Talk too

warning: none

characters: jude x mom!reader

summary: when you're trying to have a more intimate moment but your little girl has more interesting plans

may contain spelling and translation errors!

It was a quiet night in the Bellingham house. After a day full of laughter, games and running around with Nala, you and Jude finally managed to put the little one to sleep. She had fought bravely against sleep, as always, but tiredness won, and the little girl fell asleep in her room surrounded by stuffed animals. In the bedroom, you finished tying your hair in a messy bun and sat on the bed. Jude, already lying down, watched you with a mischievous smile, his arms crossed behind his head.

—You know, right?

He began, his tone full of ulterior motives.

You arched an eyebrow, pretending not to understand.

—Know what, darling?

Your husband sat up, leaning closer.

—That it’s just the two of us now. Nala is sleeping... and we deserve to enjoy it.

You laughed, pushing him lightly on the chest.

—You’re so confident that she won’t show up here again, Jude.

—Confident? —Jude made an expression of false indignation. —I’m her father. She knows that mommy and daddy need time to… talk.

You rolled your eyes, but you couldn’t help but smile.

—Talk, huh?

Jude just shrugged, moving closer and gently holding your face. He pressed his lips to yours, starting with a slow kiss, but soon increasing the intensity. You responded, feeling the heat of his touch, while he slid his hands around your waist.

You were so immersed in the moment that you didn’t even hear the small footsteps in the hallway. But suddenly, the bedroom door was pushed hard, and a small voice complained:

—Mommy? Daddy?

You pulled away from Jude immediately, both of you turning to find a small figure standing in the doorway, holding her blankie and with messy curls.

—Nala? —You asked, trying to hide your rapid breathing. —What's wrong, my love?

She rubbed her eyes and took a few hesitant steps into the room.

—I don't like being alone, mommy…

Bellingham sighed and ran his hand over his face, frustrated, but soon softened his expression.

—Baby, you were already asleep. What happened?

The little girl looked at him with her eyes full of innocence.

—I dreamed that the dinosaur ate me.

You held back a laugh, feeling your heart melt. You got up from the bed and crouched down in front of your daughter.

—Oh, my pretty girl… But there are no dinosaurs here. They won't get you, okay?

She nodded, but still seemed hesitant. Before you could say anything else, she raised her little arms to her father.

—Daddy, can I sleep with you?

Jude looked at you, clearly fighting the urge to say no. He knew that if he said no, Nala would probably be left crying in her own room, and that would only ruin any chance of “couple time.”

—Of course, my little princess.

Jude finally answered, picking up his little girl and laying her down on the bed with her.

You watched as the little girl snuggled into the large comforter, her eyes already half closed and the blanket against her face. Jude sighed resignedly and looked at you.

—Looks like the conversation will have to wait, babe.

You laughed softly, lying down next to them and stroking your daughter’s curls.

—Maybe tomorrow, right?

Nala was almost asleep again, but she still mumbled, in a sleepy voice:

—I like to talk too…

Jude looked at you and rolled his eyes dramatically, whispering:

—She’s definitely your daughter, Y/n.

You laughed, throwing a pillow at him, while Jude finally accepted that this hot night would have to be postponed once again. After all, life with a little Bellingham at home was full of surprises.

[colourstreakgryffin]

If we saw how Charlie and Alastor reacted to Rarity like!reader and Pinkie Pie like!reader,maybe a Fluttershy like!reader x Husk??

Idk I think they would be cute together

Haha. Awww, I can just imagine Husk carrying us away whilst we’re crying in fear over Charlie borrowing our little animal friends for the Hotel briefly! Needless to say, this is actually the cutest and one of my favourite MLP-Hazbin mix-couples/duos so far! And again, kinda short!

Husker- Glass Barfly

As I stated previously, Husk is a sweetheart of a lover and his patience is quite high so trust me. He can handle his precious timid helpless little girlfriend better than anybody else. Somebody who is so shy yet kind that she hides behind him for support, he is quite good

Of course, Husk can’t help but instinctively treat you like glass. The most beautiful glass figure he’s ever found. He knows what to do with you

Husk is emotionally intelligent and able to recognise problems very well. So, he can recognise your antisociality and your fear over coming off as a fool, for that, he’ll slowly and carefully push you into pushing your own boundaries for your own good

Husk is getting better and better with your animal friends. He isn’t perfect but he doesn’t ever harm them… well, not on purpose. He’s growing to handle how many they are and how often you carry around your hot-tempered bratty bunny, Devil

Husk finds you precious and he’d beat the shit out of Alastor with the bar itself to protect you. You’re a little fragile butterfly, a charming doll of kindness that loves her animals. It’s natural that he adores every fibre of your being. Others may get annoyed with your shyness, he doesn’t

You can fly like Husk and have wings like him. He is lazy and dislikes flying but he will fly to encourage you to use your wings more. They are soft and beautiful, you deserve to be able to rely on them. He wants you feel comfortable so he will make it that you are. Luckily, he always succeeds

Husk is quite proud everytime you stand up for yourself or you do something you’d never normally do without his push. You’re learning, you’re growing! He can’t help but feel his heart swell at it and he showers you with praise and pride as soon as he can

Husk is learning to be a good person whilst you’re learning to be more confident. You’re helping each other and for that, you’re both quite dedicated to each other. Husk is your armour but you’re his heart

Husk knows you like the functions of a roulette game. He knows when your patience has been pushed too far and when you’re willing to be firm, if not cruel and harsh, and when that happens. He doesn’t even try sway you, he steps back and waits for you to cool down before calming you even more

Husk is always covered in your animal friends. And always means always! He has birds, squirrels, bunnies, butterflies, all kinds of Hell animals following him about the Hotel and he knows that they like him as much as they like you

Husk enjoys snuggling you in bed after work hours. Wings perked overs yours and laid over your back. You’re warm, you’re safe and you’re covered in soft fur. Both you and him like this so every night. You hop into the bed you share with Husk and he hops on top of you

Husk is the only one who can and will hear you in your whole singing glory. You’re way too insecure to sing around anybody else and it took some time for you to be comfortable with him but now that you are, you feel confident and safe singing around him

Yep. Husk got you a cute ring with a pink butterfly-shaped gemstone in the middle. It’s, to you, a sign that he is your safe spot and always is your safe spot. The one you can not be so frightened of embarrassing yourself with, somebody you can lean on and feel supported with

Husk knows about your crippling fear of social situations and how easy it is to embarrass you so you two regularly just spend time together and not ever go out, not until you actually feel okay with it. But of course, you’ll always do stuff for him too. You both give and take from one another

If it is my choice, y’all are engaged

“Leitora, butterfly. Don’t worry, the little buds will be okay. Do you want to go back to our bedroom, we don’t have to watch anything Charlie does with ‘em”

[hanaonesflower]

Iwaizumi finds himself looking at you, puzzled at the way you shy away from his touch. He doesn’t quite get it. But he doesn’t want to push. Hajime does what he knows how to do best; talks it out. Or he tries really hard to. Ever since he’s been more comfortable around you, his arms often swing behind your shoulders and his hands usually are intertwined with yours but he hasn’t stopped to notice that you don’t openly accept his touches.

“Honey, stop.” His tone far from harsh but it still manages to stop you dead in your tracks. You turn to see him, finding your lover standing a couple feet away from you, his arms unoccupied, flinching with the itch for wanting to hold you.

“Hi? Is something wrong?” Regardless of how it may seem, Hajime is not good with his words. He opens and closes his mouth a couple of times only for hopeless croaks to escape his throat. He looks, sad. So, so sad. His arms are being brought up, holding out as if he is collecting a reward, well in this case the reward would be to hold you longer.

“Can you come here, please?” Oddly enough you don’t protest, you don’t try to question him. Instead you step towards him as if someone has possessed you, Hajime looks relieved, he doesn’t have to fight for it. Even though, we all know that he would. “Can you, can I — can you let me hold you, please?” Oh. Yeah. You think. It still doesn’t occur to you that Hajime caught onto the way you shorten every hug, halt every kiss before it gets too deep, shake your hand away from his grasp. Physical touch makes you feel queasy, and it is oh so unpleasant. The direct linkage of physical touch to sex makes you uncomfortable, feeling like each touch has to be accompanied by sexual intimacy. Why does it have to be like that?

Once the distance between you decreases he quickly pulls you close, wraps his arms around your torso tightly. Afraid of losing you.

“D-don’t pull away just yet, okay?” You stay, without saying a word. Hajime doesn’t say much either, it doesn’t take long for your breathing to sync with one another. It was peaceful, tranquil. His hand instinctively travels lower towards your waist, and just like clockwork, you pull away, resisting the strength of his arms. You should have known by now that Hajime can rage storms with his eyes but shut them down just as fast with the way his arms bring so much peace.

“Why?” He asks. This isn’t a normal look for Hajime, he looks like he is on the brink of tears. And you feel yours begin to pour. He doesn’t deserve this. You don’t get to treat him like this. Poor boy just wants to show you what genuine touch feels like and you refuse to give him a chance. “Why can’t I touch you? Why can’t I hold you?” He feels so bad. Hajime tries to rethink about all the things he might have done that led you to feeling unbearable being held by him.

Resolve crumbling at your feet. Physical touch is his way of expressing his love, it’s always something that has always bring him comfort, stability, it has grounded him in many situations. He wants to feel close to you, but he has never felt so far away. It feels like a part of himself is always missing, hiding within you. This is cruel. This is isolating.

Without saying much you crouch to reach him, arms wrapping his shoulders, snuggling your head in his neck, situating in its rightful place. You two don’t share much words in this moment, not much is needed to be said anyway. The way he’s breaking down, longing so badly for the touch of his beloved, so much it hurts. The way his neurons fire, sending chills down his back and the way his skin heats up at the moment you make contact. You hold him and you don’t let go. You stay until you both are spent from the tears you shed. “I’ll hold you like this forever if I could, Haji, I’m sorry.” You believe that you finally get it now. Physical touch doesn’t have to feel evil, it can feel just like this. His hands find your torso again, timid, but he’s willing to try. he sighs into your touch, so relieved to be reconnected with the part of himself he once relinquished to you.

[sweetlyvibe]

𝗗𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗬𝗔𝗚𝗔𝗠𝗨𝗖𝗛𝗜 𝗧𝗔𝗗𝗔𝗦𝗛𝗜 𝗛𝗘𝗔𝗗𝗖𝗔𝗡𝗢𝗡𝗦

◞ ★ ﹒ Yamaguchi is naturally supportive, always cheering you on in whatever you do. He’s the type to send you motivational texts before an important event or exam, reminding you that you can do it.

• He enjoys doing little things to show he cares, like bringing your favorite snacks or leaving sweet notes for you to find. His thoughtfulness shines through in his actions, making you feel cherished and appreciated.

◞ ★ ﹒ While he may be shy at first, he eventually opens up about his feelings. Once he feels comfortable, he’ll express his affection more openly, telling you how much you mean to him and making you blush with his compliments.

• Yamaguchi loves trying new things, whether it’s exploring new cafes or participating in fun activities together. He’s always up for an adventure, encouraging you to step out of your comfort zone with him.

◞ ★ ﹒ He can be a bit protective of you, especially if he sees you being treated poorly or if you’re upset. He’ll stand up for you, and while he might be nervous about confrontation, he’ll do his best to support you.

• Yamaguchi enjoys learning new things, and he would love to share that with you. Whether it’s helping you study or trying out a new hobby, he’s excited to explore together and support your interests.

◞ ★ ﹒ He’s very understanding of your feelings and will always listen to you. If you’re having a rough day, he’ll give you the space you need, but he’ll also be there to comfort you when you’re ready.

• As your relationship progresses, you’ll notice Yamaguchi’s confidence growing. With your encouragement, he learns to embrace his strengths and becomes more self-assured, both in his volleyball skills and in expressing his feelings for you.

◞ ★ ﹒ Yamaguchi is easily flustered when giving you compliments. He’ll mumble something sweet like, “You look really nice today,” but will quickly look away, his cheeks turning bright red as he fidgets with his hands.

• He loves holding your hand, but he’s incredibly shy about it. The first time he does, he might be so nervous that he accidentally grips your hand too tightly, and then he quickly apologizes, stammering about how he didn’t mean to scare you.

◞ ★ ﹒ When he finally gathers the courage to confess his feelings, it’s a complete mess. He might trip over his words and start with, “Uh, I really like you, like, a lot!” before breaking into a nervous laugh, his face beet-red, completely unsure if you’ll take him seriously.

• When you’re together in a quiet setting, he often forgets to whisper and accidentally says something loud, like “You’re so cute!” This makes him blush furiously, and he’ll try to hide his face in his hands while laughing at himself.

◞ ★ ﹒ During a movie night at home, he gets nervous and starts talking a mile a minute about the plot, trying to make it sound interesting, even though you’re already hooked. When you laugh and say you love hearing him talk, he calms down and snuggles closer, feeling grateful.

• Yamaguchi loves writing little notes for you but is too shy to give them directly. Instead, he leaves them in your locker or bag. Each note has a silly doodle along with a heartfelt message like, “You make me smile!” or “I hope you have a great day!”

◞ ★ ﹒ If you two are listening to music together, he might sing along quietly. When you catch him and compliment his voice, he turns beet red and stammers, “I wasn’t singing for you!” but he can’t hide his smile, knowing you heard him.

• One day, he opens up about his insecurities and how he feels like he doesn’t deserve you. He’s shy but sincere, and it’s a vulnerable moment. You reassure him with gentle words, reminding him how special he is to you, leaving him feeling cherished.

◞ ★ ﹒ When you cuddle on the couch, he might get nervous and freeze for a moment, unsure of what to do. After a few seconds, he relaxes and puts his arm around you, murmuring, “This is nice.” His shy smile says it all, making your heart flutter.

• On a clear night, he invites you to stargaze. As you lay together, he nervously points out constellations, trying to impress you. When you lean your head on his shoulder and say it’s perfect, he smiles, feeling a rush of warmth at how lovely this moment is.

◞ ★ ﹒ Yamaguchi decides to write you a heartfelt letter instead of saying it face-to-face. He nervously hands it to you, and when you read it, you find his genuine feelings laid bare. It’s sweet, emotional, and slightly silly, with doodles all over it.

. 🏐 〃 ⋯ TAGGING : : @0samuslove @yoghurtsan @lxdymoon0357 @achy-boo

[sameschmidtdiffname]

MIKE SMUT SMTH ABT HIS THIGHS AND HE S ALSO SUBBY PLSSSSS

DAAAAAAAAAARLIIIIIIIIIIING!

GUESS WHO JUST BROKE THEIR TWO WEEK BREEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAK!

Pretty

Mike Schmidt x Gender Neutral! Reader

Summery: Men are so pretty. And they can be so stupid. And who doesn't like stupid, pretty toys?

Tags: No specified sex for Reader, Reader is referred to with a male title at one point for sexual purposes (which one I won't say, but it's not daddy! I will say that), otherwise no gendered pronouns used for Reader, sub! Mike, dom! Reader, dynamic switch, accidental kink reveal, thigh admiration (this was not as focused on thighs as I intended, honestly. I'm sorry lmao), Mike gets used like a BITCH, and I mean a BITCH. Bro gets DOGGED, bro gets USED, bro may be PREGNANT after this (he ain't, no mpreg, I'm just being funny), humping, biting, french kissing, marking, choking, just have fun with this. It's a treat for all!

Notes: I'M STILL ON A BREAK! BUT, you guys have been so sweet and so nice. So, a drabble, because I love you all and you deserve it <3

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I've always admired hands.

Strong hands, working hands. One of the first things I look for in men is if their hands look like they're capable of long lasting, almost back breaking labor.

The second thing I look for is shoulders. Preferably broad, capable of holding the third thing I look for. Which would be

Thighs.

I don't even have a particular taste for what those look like. The desire doesn't lie within the looks, although I could certainly spend a fair amount of my time stealing glances towards a fine, large pair. Straining against the material of their pants, spread out over a chair, doubling in size once someone sits. No, the desire lies in how sensitive they seem to be. Just a ghostly touch of your hands or lips upon the soft skin can usually send someone reeling. Can make someone sing such a soft, quiet note so raw and genuine before you've even drawn near to the area they want you the most.

I should've touched him sooner like this.

Mike Schmidt doesn't pretend to be a macho man. He's not insecure of his masculinity, he raises his little sister, goes to work, comes to bed. He doesn't have time to worry about being a man's man.

I can attest, however. Once in the bedroom, he has absolutely no issue with expressing his masculinity.

In any way, shape or form.

"Touch me," he moans breathily, bucking his fully clothed hips towards me in a desperate, needing manner.

I never said masculinity involves domination.

It'd just started with us cuddling on the couch. Abby out at a friend's, us snuggled under a warm blanket at home on the couch. The comforter to his bed, to be specific. Everything else was too small or too cold for us, so we just dragged it out. The old TV in front of us displaying a rerun of a movie we were only halfway paying attention to, both of us beginning to drift in and out of sleep. Mike had wrapped me under his arm, placing a soft kiss on my forehead every now and then when he decided it'd been too long since he last had. I was pressed against his side, one hand on his thigh, absentmindedly rubbing circles.

Here's the fun thing about guys. Half the time they are so touch starved, it takes nothing to get them going. And that's fun.

I didn't realize why Mike was beginning to shift in his seat some. Why his heartbeat against my ear had picked up, why his breathing was getting somewhat shaky. Tell tale signs of something, but honestly I figured it was the movie. It wasn't until he pressed a lingering kiss to my forehead, then trailed down to my cheek, my jaw, and began nipping at my neck that it began to dawn on me.

"What's got you in a mood?" I chuckled, my fingers digging I just a little more to his warm, covered flesh.

"Nothing," he said breathily in my ear, his tongue beginning to trace my jawline. "Just thought you looked pretty."

I call his bluff when I dig into a tense muscle, a loud, pathetic moan escaping him that he tries to quickly stiffle in my neck. Moaning and biting at me, his hand beginning to search my chest to graze his fingers against my sensitive nipples, easy to play with under the smooth material of Mike's stolen, cotton shirt.

"Ah," I say, continuing to rub as he pants eagerly against me. "I see."

Mike's trying to maneuver us so that he can position himself on top of me, and regularly I would agree, but I'm not quite done with my new toy just yet.

"Let me up," I say into his ear, trying to pull away. Mike simply moans into my skin, biting harder as his fingers finally wrap around my already stiff nipple, tugging at it, making me moan in harmony to him. "Mike," I say, trying to ground us both.

Mike doesn't care, his other hand searching for my thighs, knowing how much I like for mine to be played with before he spends hours between my legs, gasping, choking, and grinning ear to ear with pride after swallowing whatever amount of cum I'd given him. His teeth sink into my neck again, this time not just playful. Digging in and making me cry out in slight pain, yet pleasure coursing through me as my eyes roll back into my head.

"So pretty," Mike moans against me, his voice soft and high. His lashes flutter butterfly kisses against my forming bruises while his lips trail to my collarbone, his stiff cock brushing against my hand as he shifts.

This is what settles the idea in my mind.

My hand snaps up, pulling harshly at Mike's dark, almost black curls, tugging until his head had snapped all the way backwards, exposing the tan skin of his throat to me. Eagerly, I lick a long, wide stripe up his throat, from bottom to top until I can clearly feel the prickly stubble of his facial hair on my tongue. His adams apple bobs under the wet muscle as he moans openly, a moan that only increases in volume and pitch once I bite roughly into the side of his neck, not allowing him a chance to escape as I keep my tight grip on his curls.

"Fu-ck," he drawls, his voice breaking as he begins to allow me to guide him to my desires, laying him on his back against the worn down couch, his hips subconsciously rolling towards me in anxiety for my touch.

"So pretty," I breathe in his ear, a soft whimper escaping him as his blush deepens, accenting the subtle freckles that decorate his skin like the stars decorate the night sky. I've tried to kiss each one, knowing the task was futile, but was well rewarded by the puddle of mush he'd dissolved into as my lips had trailed against his tan skin. Mike tries to turn his face away from me to hide the blush, unsure of how else to handle the compliment.

God, I love men. They're idiots.

I grab his jaw, forcing his mouth open and adoring the pathetic whine that escapes him as I shove my tongue into his mouth, his eyes half open, watching me as he gives in to the kiss, his hands tugging at my shirt as he humps against nothing, pent up and stupid underneath of me.

They're so cute, right?

When I pull away, a long string of spit still connects us, his eyes obediently trained on me as I pin him down against the couch by his throat, anticipating my next move. I move myself to tower over him, his mouth still open as he pants, and I spit into his mouth. His eyes widen in surprise, but he doesn't complain. Hell, by the glint in his eyes, you'd think he'd thank me. Though he doesn't.

It's fine. He will soon enough.

I lower myself along his body, my hands once more finding his thick thighs and squeezing them, admiring the firmness underneath of his shorts.

"Have I told you I love your thighs?" I ask, my breath fanning against his covered erection. Mike simply moans.

"I do. Watch them all the time. Don't even realize I'm doing it, honestly," I say. I lean down, placing a feather light kiss on his hip. He whines. "They're so pretty. Just like the rest of you."

His hips buck towards me, his cock obviously twitching underneath the material.

"Touch me," he moans, his face pink and halfway covered with his hand. I reach up and grab his hand away, smacking swiftly at his thigh.

"Be good," I snap, earning me a sharp gasp as he writhes underneath of me, mumbling some sort of agreement.

"Good," I praise softly. "Good. See, that wasn't so hard."

My lips start at his knee, kissing there and beginning to work their way up as he clasps his hands above his head, teeth gritted in an attempt to stay quiet.

"You can moan," I tell him, my other hand slipping underneath the pant legs of his shorts. "I like the pretty sounds you make."

Pretty. I didn't know that was his trick word. The word that could force him into a pathetic, begging mess that can't even keep eye contact. Oh, he's beautiful. Bite marks blooming against his skin, such a deep blush, tossled curls. His soft abdomen shutters with each unsteady breath, slightly exposed, his happy trail dark against his skin and leading to the place that shows how he wants me. His tongue darting out to lick his lips so often they'll be chapped by the end of the night from overstimulation. That's his tell that he's close.

"What, pretty boy gonna cum in his pants?" I ask, my hand trailing along his hot skin and digging my nails in to make him sing. His back arches slightly, eyes trained on the ceiling as his mouth opens in an almost silent gasp.

"No," he clearly lies, his hips subtly moving of their own accord.

"You look like such a pretty mess!" I chuckle against his skin, pressing a soft kiss on his lower thigh. "I wouldn't blame you if you did."

He doesn't respond to this, clearly lost in his thoughts.

"Michael," I say, voice slightly firm. "Look at me when I'm speaking to you."

Mike rolls his eyes, huffing and not obeying. Aw. Cute.

My hands grip underneath of his knees, quickly shoving them to meet his shoulders, eyes wide as he gasps at the maneuver he's done to me so many times I can't even count. Shoved into a mating press, I grind my hips against him, pounding against him quickly and harshly, relishing the broken sounds he makes as I hump him hard enough his head is bouncing against the arm of the couch, his eyes fluttering shut as they roll into the back of his head.

"It's a simple request," I hiss against his skin, rewarded with a loud moan. "I didn't ask for your fuckin' attitude."

The glint in his eyes when they open unintentionally shows he's fine with this response, happy to take more and more until he really does cum with hardly any stimulation to his cock. His mouth is open, tongue peaking out from behind his bottom teeth, his breathing on the cusp of hyperventilating as he submits to my touch.

"Is it so hard?" I ask, keeping even time with my abusive pace. "To just listen to me?"

"No, sir," Mike moans happily.

Oh?

"What was that?" I ask, leaning closer as I shove his knees harder against his shoulders. His eyes snap open, dead ahead on the ceiling as his mind clearly tries to process what to say next.

"Nothing," he says quickly.

"Bullshit," I snap, adjusting my grip so one arm pins his knees so that my hand can snake down between us and smack at his ass in scolding. "Repeat yourself."

"I don't know what I said," he says quickly, avoiding eye contact.

I smack again, this time hard enough he cries out.

"Say it," I seethe, increasing my tempo and pounding harder against him until he looks like he may cry, his eyes squeezed shut and mouth open as he pants like a whore underneath of me.

"Sir," he finally admits, shame burning bright in his cheeks. "I called you sir."

I toss his legs onto my shoulders, my hand now finding his throat as I hump him into the bed, rewarding his honestly.

"I see," I drawl, not relenting my pace nor strength. "Someone's into getting used."

This seems to roll him over the edge, his face bright and relaxing as his eyes flutter shut, only for me to bite at his bottom lip, causing them to open again.

"Watch me," I command, biting harshly into his lip. "I wanna see how pretty you look when you cum like a good toy."

His eyes widen slightly, his mouth slack as he obeys. The moment I release his lip his tongue darts out to wet it, lingering over the soft bite marks.

"It's alright, you can do it," I say softly, choking him slightly harder. "Let me watch, then I'll let you fuck me however you want."

His eyes are pleading, begging for more.

"You want something? Use your words," I tell him, slamming particularly hard this time, hard enough his head slams into the couch concerningly. But he doesn't mind, does he?

"Kiss me," he breathes, so light, the request sounds innocent and sweet compared to the way I'm abusing him on his own couch. I comply, pressing my lips against his in a soft, sweet kiss that he whines into, his lips parting and tongue slipping against my lips in a sloppy, pleading, silent request. And how can I say no?

I part my lips for him, enjoying the way he arches into the kiss, moaning as our tongues slide together in a messy, graceless fight for control. My lips trap the tip of his tongue, sucking on it and tugging it upwards harshly as he cries out, his hips beating against mine as his lashes flutter shut once more, but this time I don't scold him. I simply grind against him as hard and as fast as my tiring body will allow, guiding him through his overwhelming orgasm, the sounds of his crystal clear moans cutting through the air, perfectly complimenting his red face, glistening eyes and shaking body.

"That's it," I coo in his ear. "That's a good toy. Just let me fuck you."

He's stupid and lost to the world, his cock twitching pathetically as thick ropes of cum decorate the inside of his shorts, making the material stick to his skin, overstimulating him as I begin to lessen my pace, beginning to give him grace he no longer has words to ask for.

"So pretty," I whisper as I try to kiss each tiny freckle on his beet red nose, his breath hot against my throat as he tries to regain his focus. "So pretty, and mine."

"Where the fuck did that come from?" Mike slurs stupidly underneath of me, his legs still trembling on my shoulders.

I giggle, smiling as I lean down to place another kiss, sweet this time, against Mike's swollen, glossy lips.

"I dunno," I say, shrugging. Mike whimpers as I pull away.

"Guess I just thought you were pretty."

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I'm 100% gonna be late for work because of this, but worth it

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[sanest-bsd-delegate]

Types of Affections

Them and how they show each type of Affection. Ft Dazai, Ranpo, Atsushi, Chuuya and Akutagawa

ARMED DETECTIVE AGENCY

PORT MAFIA

MASTERLIST

HEADCANONS

words of affirmation

✧Dazai would whisper the sweetest things to you before you sleep asleep in his arms, snuggling on his chest as you both hug each other in the middle of the night. He personally would compliment you every time you met, his loversick eyes never leaving yours as you both hold hands.

✧Ranpo, is a type of a person who makes the whole world know he loves you. Everyone deserves to know how the great detective loves his S/O. He would shout how he cannot live without Y/N's presence and how much you care about him.

✧Atsushi, despite being the shy guy of this, makes sure you hear how much he respects you, loves you and that he was happy to finally have someone who accepted his flaws. Your words always made him calm, and he hoped his words did that too.

✧Chuuya would make sure you are heard how much he loves you, as he would say 'I love you so much Y/N' every time you return from the mission. He may have difficulty putting right choice of words, but once he is drunk he makes sure you hear everything he has for you. He love you damn so much Y/N.

✧Akutagawa, is not the one to be one with words, but he makes sure you are okay after any mission you do, his body despite trying to hide his concern for you, his eyes showed you how much he worries for you, and once in a while he would slip up how much he is happy to have you.

acts of service

✧Dazai, despite being termed as one of the most laziest people by most people, he would buy you a cup of coffee/tea every time you enter your office. You would reach your worktable and see a cup of coffee/tea, just for you by yours truly Dazai. Despite his disappearance, his gestures warm your heart.

✧Ranpo, willingly saves a packet of gummy bears for you, knowing how you love them and the smile you give when you get the packet makes him happy, the site of seeing you smile always warms his heart and he makes sure he is there for you to never let the smile of yours down.

✧Atsushi would be a kind of a person, who would make sure you never loss your things. He would fold your thrown clothes at the corner, knowing how tired you must have been after the mission and as your lover he made sure you deserved the rest you wait for all day long. He doesnt mind washing dishes or cleaning the apartment, as long as you are healthy and happy.

✧Chuuya would insist to make you both lunch when you both are alone back at your apartment. He also willingly helps you clean up the high up areas in your apartment (his ability helps a lot). Of course, that always ends up with you both cuddling and sleeping on the couch.

✧Akutagawa is a person of action, as his normal service would be making sure all your injuries are healed. He doesnt mind doing the grocery shopping for your apartment, seeing how tired you are. He cant cook, he cant clean but he can make sure the stocks are up at the house.

receiving gifts

✧Dazai loves to buy you flowers. He says they remind him of you, how those flowers get reborn into a better version of themselves, every time someone takes them down only to get them become the best. You often laugh at his explanation, but its heart warming.

✧Ranpo loves to buy you food, despite his carving for snacks, if your eyes lay on anything he is willing to buy it for you. He likes to buy you ice-cream every time you both go on walks outside.

✧Atsushi likes to write letters to you, maybe even small notes here and there, telling you how much you mean.

✧Chuuya like ranpo, would buy anything your eyes lay upon. He personally likes to gift you bracelets, or any of the jewellery he thinks suite you. He would be the person who buys you perfumes too.

✧Akutagawa unlike others, don't try to gift you anything. But in rare or special occasions he once in while would buy you a cup or coffee or tickets to show you wanted to see but neither of you had time too. (he makes time for you)

quality time

✧Dazai spends his quality time with you usually on you bed as you both snuggle close to each other, stealing kisses and sleeping.

✧Ranpo spends his quality time almost everywhere. He is like a lost puppy, who always follows you behind. But his all time favourite is when both of you walk hand in hand towards your apartment.

✧Atsushi and you spend your time taking scrolls in park, holding hands and laughing on smallest topics you both can think. He loves talking to you and listening to your voice.

✧Chuuya often would take you out on frequent dates, from fancy dinning restaurants to grass fields stargazing at night.

✧Akutagawa and you spend your time together in silence, just your presence enough for him to feel safe. Maybe both of you go grocery shopping together, debating if 2+1 was a necessary offer to take. Who says quality time is just dating them?

physical touch. 

✧Dazai loves the way you both have physically long time hugs, the perfect fit to a puzzle. He loves to give you forehead kisses and would give you side hugs whenever he passes by you, saying how grateful he was to be blessed by your presence.

✧Ranpo would be spooning you round, his arms wrapped around you as you both would sit on your bed as you would give him nose kisses only for him to kiss your lips and comment how it tasted like strawberries.

✧Atsushi would blush if you ever kiss him, but he gets brave and once in a while give small kisses on checks, while you hold hands walking in public.

✧Chuuya would be the one, giving you full kisses on lips whenever he sees you. Both of you love it when you both are in physical contact, your hand on his, skin on skin and nothing could come between your worlds. Hug, kiss, sleep you name it, we all it all from this man,

✧Akutagawa would make sure you are always close to him, as you both would stand whereever the situation is. He would pull the sleeves of your dress indicating for you to stand a little closer to him to which you would smile at yourself and hold his hands.

was this long for all you under 8ft shawrties?

[luffyvace]

BUGGY HEADCANONS

Wrote this on a whim when I remembered how much I liked this guy 😎

Buggy stans, assemble!!

I love buggy and I don’t talk about it enough

but like he needs more screen time

he has a decent amount I just wanna see him more :)

onto hcs!

buggy is a guy who wants to be confident but isn’t so he fakes it but you can tell

at first he’s just as phony towards you but as time goes on he opens up to you

you try to convince him he can be himself around everyone, especially his own crew he but still thinks he has to put on a show

its what he does best afterall!

buggy is subtly physical affectionate, for example, resting his hand on your waist

or putting a hand on your head

him being more flashy would be giving you a big kiss

he dips you and makes a “mmmmwah!” sound so you know it’s for show when in public

other times he does it to be playful

Another grand love gesture he does is sit you on his lap or shoulder

the man’s got some good muscle so he can hold you not matter your weight 💗

He likes make a game or show out of a lot of things you do for fun

he won’t do it if it bothers you

but he makes you laugh so much how can you not like it??

buggy doesn’t really like anyone seeing him without paint/makeup on

he gets up like really early, around 4-5 to do it

he doesn’t even want you to see very often

he says he doesn’t feel ‘buggy’ without it

ngl cabaji and mohji are wonder how buggy bagged you?? 🤨🤨

like your so fine (yes you are idc abt your opinion of yourself, You. Are. Fine.)

lowkey buggy be wondering too..😗

buggy always talks to you before bed.

he like, caresses your hair and whispers in your ear

he’s not tryna do it in a suggestive way

like in a way where he’s trying to comfort you or lull you to sleep

”how’s your day been lovely?”

“I wish I coulda been there to punch that sucker in the face. you did not deserve that.” /

“That’s good honey, why don’t you go ahead and get yourself some sleep?”

“What about me? Oh sugar don’t worry about me, you just go ahead and get some shuteye”

he kisses you atop your head as you two snuggle up and fall asleep

YOU GUYS ARE SUCH A CUTE COUPLE

just for the record it took a WHILE before buggy got that smooth 😊

like he had to get comfy in the relationship before he could even think to say any of that without cringing at himself

at first he was a lowkey stuttering, blushing mess

buggy enjoys if you help him wash his hair, especially the part where you massage his scalp 😍

he loves it,

it’s his favorite part

if you wanna do his makeup tho..😗

your gonna need the rest of the crew to pitch in on a plan to capture all of buggy’s separated limbs for that one 😋

courtesy of the straw hats for giving you that idea

he’ll grumble and frown as you wash away his old makeup and apply a fresh layer :)

he’s not mad at you tho

He’s just going to kill his men once your finished 🤗

buggy is a pirate captain so he likely has a ship cook

which be thankful for that..

becauseeee this man could probably never cook in a million years..

anyway buggy’s main love languages are physical touch

because it’s easy to display his love for you

and sometimes he would make a show out of it ;)

acts of service

because I mean he just oh so loves to serve his sweet darlin’!

he lives for it even!

he lives to bring people joy and laughter from his shows

why would that be any different, especially with you??

and gift giving too

this is mostly for if he has a more so materialistic/superficial s/o

who likes the luxurious life and being pampered

or he might just get you stuff to see that big ol’ smile of yours ����

he may be a coward sometimes

but he’s always a man in the sense of being a gentleman

It happens a lot but he gets really upset when his crew ruins what was supposed to be a romantic date for you

like picture it: everything’s going well

your dressed up and feel confident and buggy is too

you both sit down at a private reservation to a restaurant he rented

he takes your hands and kisses them as you both giggle and stare at each other, with hearts practically in your eyes

then the waiter comes in :)

*sniff sniff* “what..can I get you?..” 😢

”CABAJI?! WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE WHERES THE WAITER??”

”well you said do anything possible to rent this place since we didn’t have enough money..*sniff* so we had to sell Richie” 😭😭😭

”ARE YOU SERIOUS?! SO WHERES THE STAFF??”

”well you said you were renting it out so they thought you needed it for a party or something..not for a date” *sniffles*

buggy was practically on FIRE 😂

all bro wanted was a romantic date

but instead he had to go search for a LION 🤦‍♀️

Well you spent the rest of your day tracking down the restaurant staff and richie

and trust me that was a hassle

Everyone was tired and ready to give up but cabaji kept begging and crying

eventually you found the restaurant staff!…..forming they’re own circus..with richie..who was also crying

you had to fight the staff to get richie back

and they were unexpectedly strong

yeah at the end of the day you and buggy were tired and went to be early

he keeps it in his notes never to ask his crew to help him with a date again..

LOL

another topic :)

i feel buggy would really like receiving massages

like back/shoulder ones specifically

rub some lotion in his back and that’s the ultimate way to calm a angry buggy 💗

he really appreciates when you do this

he’ll return the favor too

more likely to come in the form of gifts than another massage

but if you state that’s how you’d like to be repaid he wouldn’t mind at all

in fact he’d be quite good at giving massages

especially since he can simply separate a hand or too so he can continue to manage his crew 💖

buggy likes to put you in his acts

He teaches you everything he knows and is really proud of you when you impress the crowd or master a skill

he’s very supportive and patient in that sense

and when I say the word ‘patience’ is reserved for you I mean it

he prioritizes you a lot even if he can’t afford the L he’s about to take in order to impress you

refer back to the failed date where he couldn’t actually rent the restaurant

🤪

and don’t get me wrong buggy isn’t broke or anything

it’s just he gets expensive when pampering you

like buying you lavish resorts, cruises and any other thing you could possibly want

he thinks you higher than him, better.

And in a attempt to get you to stay he gives you reasons!

lavish dates! Comfort! Happiness and laughter!

a part of him thinks you’d leave if he didn’t do those things

that you wouldn’t love him for just him and that it must be for the show

later on in the relationship when he explains that’s how he feels and opens up to you

you’ll definitely reassure and correct him about your love for him

that you’d love him even if he was a bum, nobody and total loser

he tries not to tear up but he’s tearing up

btw if you don’t like being in the spotlight/stage

he doesn’t mind :)

will occasionally try to push you out of your shell—

“your a star baby! Your meant to shine!”

”people would love you! You should at least try!”

—but he won’t force you <3

he’ll give you a front row seat to his acts and look for you to see if your smiling/laughing during the big act/climax of the show

he definitely values your opinion way over other’s and a lot of the time even his own

even more so if your intelligent

he might ask you to at least be a volunteer for his acts even if you prefer to be in the crowd

and you accept sometimes, to make him happy 😊

or maybe you work backstage!

like on spotlight or curtains!

maybe you made the props, if your an artist you may have painted them!

He compliments you on it too!

”ya worked wonders with that spotlight baby!”

“Really all I did was move it around..😅”

“Still ya did great! You’ve got a great sense of timing!

Or it may go more like this:

“The props looked wonderful tonight hun!”

”really? Thanks! It took a while!”

”hard work shows! almost stood out more than your smilin’ face in the crowd, my dear!”

WHO KNEW I COULD WRITE FOR BUGGYYY 😍😍

I LOVE THE WAY THESE TURNED OUT!! SO PROUD OF MYSELF 💪💪

Hope you enjoyed the hcs :) I really liked this experimental style I did<3

[the-kr8tor]

Can you do a period comfort Hobie for fluffy Friday? Like Hobie comforting reader while she has bad cramps or mood swings? Like maybe he buys reader chocolates or makes them himself or something? I have PCOS(poly cystic ovary syndrome) and my period is currently kicking my ass :(

Thank you in advance! I love your work and ttn has me giggling and kicking my feet it’s so lovely :)

Oh I know the feeling 😞 hope you feel better! Thanks for requesting ❤️

Pairing: Hobie Brown x fem! Reader/ Spider-Punk x fem! Reader

Tags: no use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader, description of pain, FLUFF.

It's Fluffy Friday!

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You groan out when another wave of pain sends you writhing on the bed, sheets crumpled out from under you, blanket kicked to the edge of the bed.

"Hobie!" You whimper out, clutching your stomach, tears prickling in your eyes. You already feel bad yelling his name, mood swings at an all time high, one minute you're clinging to him the next you're pushing him off you.

"Present!" He tries to joke, you meet him with a glare. Hobie winces, maybe he shouldn't have tried his luck. You asked him so nicely to warm up your heating pad. He thought you felt better, you even gave him your best puppy dog eyes and a cute pout to peck his cheek.

Hobie brings the heating pad on your lower stomach, briefly lifting off your shirt. You sigh, pain subsiding.

"'m sorry" you take his hand, "I'm being an asshole"

"What do you mean? You're always an arsehole to me" he tilts his head, trying his luck again at making you smile.

You chuckle softly, "I deserve that. Come here" extending your arms, you scooch a bit to give him space.

He lays next to you, your arm around his back so he doesn't fall off the edge, cheek on his rough jumper. Hobie rests his head on your hair, his long limbs cover your body.

"Yeah? But you're my arsehole" you snort at his efforts at making you smile. Hobie fixes your shirt so that the cold doesn't seep through your skin. "How do you feel now? One to ten?" He snuggles further into you.

"A seven" closing your eyes, you mindlessly play with the frayed edges of his jumper. Pain meds finally work its magic.

"What else do you need? I can quickly swing by and buy you somethin'"

"Just need you" you wait a few beats. "And chocolate" Looking up at him through your lashes, you give him a teasing smile.

"Pssh, how 'bout I make you some?" Hobie softly caresses your arms free of goosebumps.

"You know how to make chocolate?"

"What? Like it's hard?"

"That is the cutest fucking thing ever" you squeeze him, nuzzling your face on his chest. "So punk" murmuring out as you slowly drift off to sleep. "Teach me sometime, please" fighting it off for a few minutes, you kiss the tip of his nose.

"Get some rest and we'll make some" Hobie uses his feet to grab the blanket, laying it on the both of you. Tucking you in, he joins you for a nap.

Sure enough after you woke up, you felt a lot better with help from Hobie. You pestered him into teaching you how to make chocolates. But with the ache coming back, he lets you sit this one out.

"Just sit there and look pretty for me" He lifts you up on the counter effortlessly, hands squeezing your thighs for a moment.

Clutching your heating pad, licking the chocolate covered spoon that he's given you to keep occupied, you watch him whisk away, muscles doing all the work.

"Snack and a show" you tease, eyes glued to his biceps.

Hobie smirks at your comment, taking a small dollop of chocolate on his pinky, wiping it on the tip of your nose.

You laugh, eyes crossing to look at your nose. Retaliating, you do the same, wiping the chocolate on his cheek. He tilts his head mischievously, playfully fighting back.

"Don't even think about it–!" A good amount of melted chocolate smacks you on your forehead.

It's safe to say after your little food fight, the kitchen ends up covered in chocolate. Now you have months worth of it thanks to a miscalculation that you may or may not have done on purpose.

[heartfullofleeches]

sweet little doll yan

I would kiss their forehead and dress them up prettily and comb their hair (if they have any)

would 100% sleep next to them or make them their own bed to place on the bedside table

sweet little doll yan that I store in my handbag everytime I go out cause I don't want to leave them alone

[Haven't even introduced them yet and I love them so- Here's a few facts to get things started]

No bigger than both your hands put together and a heart ten times their size - Button is your loyal companion through thick and thin. They'll use any pronouns as if it's something you decide for them they'll gladly accept it with open arms.

Due to their size, it's difficult for Button to express their love for you as much as they'd like - but that won't stop them from giving their all! Riding on your shoulders or sitting in your hands are some of their favorite places to be. Easy access to your cheeks and fingers which they'll cover in smooches as you go about your day. Whenever you do something good for yourself like praising something you did or drinking a glass of water that's another five kisses for you. When you're happy, they're happy and that's the way things should be.

Loves to take care of you. You deserve the world for.... just being you! When you're outside they'll carry around a little snack for you or bring money they "found" so you always have it if you need it. They'll guard your keys with their life and make sure you never forget them or what else you may need.

Button's best friend (besides you) is the sewing needle they carry strapped to their back. They use it to sew pockets into shirts you own without them and it's the perfect weapon for their little hands.. People better turn their heads if they ever make you upset - less they want to lose an eye.

You can't go anywhere without them. If they aren't in your pocket or directly in your hands Button is jumping in the hood or your jacket or hiding away in your bag. You always wonder why your clothing are giggling when you put them on. Oh, looks like it's stopped. Must be nothing after all.

Button is a lot stronger than they appear. They're able to push chairs with ease and could probably break someone's finger if they had to. The first point is good for opening doors at least

Button enjoys reading bedtime stories to you. They'll snuggle up on your pillow, either using your hair or shirt as a blanket - and go on and on until you fall asleep. Their favorite story to read to you is an ongoing story about the beautiful and amazing ruler of a kingdom and their little toy soldier that wants to give them the world.

[or0ch1maru]

hello Cj! I hope you've been doing well! I'm sorry that you've been working so hard this past weekend :( I hope you rest well and get some time to unwind and do smth fun!

I LOOVED your headcanons of snuggling/cuddling with kakuzu🩷 can I request a hidan version?

hello my pretty bby♡︎I’ve been having a lovely few days off thank you, relaxing and catching up on some stuff. Just took a hot ass shower to help my muscles after the gym. And of course, let’s get into it🫵🏻

18+ MINORS, and ageless blogs DNI. Short blurb of sex w Hidan

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-Hidan is similar to his partner in ways he treats and cherishes his woman

-he is both vocal and physical about his love for you. His main way is through sex. Leaving bite marks and hickeys in places people can see them, your neck, collarbones, thighs, even leaving scars from his teeth along your neck, wrists and arms. Just so people know you belong to him

-he’s huge on consent, especially since he’s a rough lover. He doesn’t make love, he fucks, HARD

-he’s loud about it too, tellin’ you how much he loves you and your pretty cunt, how he could live like this inside you, how pretty you are and how lucky he is to be the only one to have you this way

-where you go, he goes

-if anyone gives him weird looks about being glued to your hip, he gives them an even nastier look if he doesn’t straight up tell them to fuck off and mind their business

-but back to touch, he’s got to have a hand on you. Whether it’s playing with your hair, hand in your back pocket, or the small of your back. Or walking with his fingers intertwined through your belt loop

-even when you two are sitting on the couch around the other members, his arm wrapped around you, resting gently on top of your breast.

-or wrapping around your neck, no squeezing, just resting against your delicate, scarred skin

-when you rest between his legs, your back against him, his hand casually cups over your pussy, even when he’s not trying to do anything sexual. He just loves touchin’ you

-when you two are alone in your shared room, he’s like your own weighted blanket, he’ll lay on top of you, watching his positions so he doesn’t crush or hurt you

-he loves skin to skin

-you two will just hang out and cuddle naked, he’ll have you sitting in his lap, calloused hands resting on the soft flesh of your hips. Admiring your form

-taking in all your scars, any form of blemishes, doesn’t care about acne or if you’re chubby, he goes crazy when he sees your stretch marks

-he’ll caress every part of you, especially the things you’re most insecure about. Hidan will kiss you head to two, telling you how beautiful you are to him

-sees you as a goddess

-one that deserves to be worshipped, gifted, and treated like one should

-another thing Hidan includes in your cuddles is deep, raw, and passionate make out sessions.

-his hands holding the back of your head as he nips at your bottom lip, his tongue exploring the inside of your mouth while yours does the same to him

-now, not every time ends up with sex but when it does, he’s turned into a needy puddle

-begging you to use him, ride him and take him any way you need him

-head thrown back as his hands travel up and down your body, gripping you wherever he can, whines and whimpers falling from his lips as you slam your hips down his girth

-“baby, baby f-fuck. Bein’ so good for ya doll. Please.”

-he begs, not sure what he’s begging for but it just feels right. Just like Kakuzu, he feels like you were made for him, made to take and please him

-but back to the cuddles(may or may not have gotten of track but ya know, can’t help it with him)

-your shared bed has tons of blankets on it, just to make the two of you into burritos when you’re pressed against him

-your hands wrapped around his head as your chests are touching, his hands holding you at the small of your back, keeping your body up against him

-he also likes being little spoon. Feeling your small form pressed against his back while your arm wraps around his torso, holding him to you

-he’ll cup your hand in his, holding it against his chest, letting his heart beat against you, even though you can’t feel it. It gives him a sense of calm, and security

-when you’re on your cycle, (just like his partner, he makes sure your stocked on everything you could need and runs bubble baths for you) but he uses his hand as your personal heater

-he radiates so much warmth that the second his hand touches your lower belly or back, your cramps fade

-have y’all seen any of the videos where a bf will pull down his shirt just to expose his cute lil gf hiding inside

-that’s Hidan. Would love for you to live in his skin lol. The rare times he wears a shirt or hoodie, he holds it open for you to climb into. Smiles to himself when he sees that you’ve fallen asleep in there

-and lastly, on missions, he’ll wrap his cloak around you, engulfing you in his scent and the warmth of his chest

-he’ll walk with you that way for however long either of you please

-which will be the entire trip there and back

[anjelicawrites]

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Cringefail throuple: Reader wearing this when she comes back after teasing Michael and Billy really badly. Both the boys get hard ones and mutual looks saying, she’s getting the fucming of a life time

Me, filling two requests in two days? Bananas, isn't it? Sorry for the awful late reply nonnie!!!

NSFW and 18+ only please!

Warnings (kissing, spanking, fingering, tying of wrists, reader wears a leather harness)

Follows directly from here

Billy doesn't notice your backpack, you usually bring, at least, a change of clothes, makeup and study materials because you have a schedule and you always follow it to a T; he's happy to see you again, after the hell that your exams have been and the level of burn out you've reached. He smiles in the kiss and hugs you a tad too tight, keeping you in his long arms until he's had his fill of your body against his, before giving you a cup of tea and sit with you on the sofa, all curled up against you, while you two wait for Michael to come back from the library (he's already studying the syllabus, his academic rival shares all his classes and he wants to wipe the floor with them).

"I missed you two so much. All of this." You say with a tired voice.

Billy cranes his neck from your bosom to stare at you with his trademark puppy dog eyes.

"Do you really have to go back to class on Monday? Can't you skip for a couple of days?" "Begone you foul demon!" You laugh. "I wish I could just sleep for a week straight, but I need to keep my scholarship and the classes for this semester are tough, I need to focus."

Billy whines and hugs you tighter, his face pushes against your soft breasts, trying desperately to fuse himself with you, this way he'd make sure you're safe, and well taken care of which, coming from him and his past, it's beyond hilarious.

When Michael comes back, you're snuggling Billy while watching some mindless telly; you're actually napping, not truly asleep but resting your eyes in the warmth of Billy's embrace.

"That's how you're missing me, then." He says, voice devoid of his usual bitchy tone. "Don't be such an arse and kiss me!"

You've missed Michael's lips, his weight on your body, his smell; if you didn't have a plan you'd let him have his wicked way with you on the lumpy couch, and it wouldn't be the first time.

You squirm away with an excuse and lock yourself in the bathroom to unpack the little something you bought just for your boys and, well, yourself.

Strapping on the whole thing by your lonesome is not the easiest thing you've ever done, but it's not impossible, only when the result satisfies you, you kneel on the bed and call your boyfriends.

Michael's glasses slide down his long nose the second he sees you, Billy is audibly gawking, his cock stiffening into a painful erection.

"What is this?"

Michael is the fist of the two to take control of the situation, and does so by stalking towards your kneeling figure.

"A little something I bought while studying. All your lovely videos inspired me, yours mostly, Michael. Do you like it?"

The 'little something' is a black harness, made of straps of leather that crisscross your body to enhance your naked breasts, pussy and arse and is embellished by thin, golden chains and two pentagrams, one on your sternum, the other right over your mound. On the hips two handy cuffs complete the outfit.

You jump when Michael's hand connects with your arse for a quick round of spanking, Billy's body in front of yours is the only reason you don't fall face first on the bed.

"May I?" He asks, bashful, even when he proposes to handcuff you to the harness. "Yes, please."

Each of them takes a wrist to lock in using the soft leather of the cuffs, before kneeling on the bed with you, Michael behind, Billy in front of you.

"Aren't you two taking your clothes off?" You ask, needy and curious. "Not yet." Michael's hand find your breasts to squeeze them harshly. "You deserve a reward for all your hard work."

Billy's cheeks are aflame as he gently cups your cunt, only to find the folds already wet.

"You're drenched." He says, surprised. "I liked this idea. I had to stop myself from spoiling it."

You whimper when Michael's fingers pinch both your nipples painfully.

"Keeping secrets, I see. Forget your clothes, you're wearing only this, and we're not leaving the apartment."

You clench painfully around nothing at the thought of being always available for your lovers, all your holes for them to use, your body existing for your shared pleasure.

"Yes please." You whimper when their clothed erections push against your cunt and arse. "Make me your little cumdump toy. I need it."

You scream when Michael bites your shoulder, you know he's trying desperately not to come at the mere thought. You abandon your body into their embrace when two of Billy's fingers slide effortlessly inside of your drenched hole, your hands trying uselessly to evade the bite of the cuffs.

"Not yet." Billy's forehead find yours as his pads massage your G spot relentlessly. "You need to come for us first. Many, many times. We missed you too, baby."

Cringefail throuple taglist: @fan-goddess @moris-auri @lexwolfhale

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Included Characters: Poseidon, Hermes, Adam, Jack, Hades and Sasaki.

Warnings: mentions of killing on Jack's part, child's name or gender not specified.

Request: Yes.

Words: 1,395

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Poseidon

He's not a bad father, but he's not exactly the best father either. Poseidon is pretty stiff around a child I would imagine, even if it was his.

He has a tendency of telling them to shut up if they're being too loud or if they're crying. He's a bit lost at what to do at first.

Of course, Poseidon isn't stupid either, he'd watched Hades raise him and his siblings, he knows the basics. He makes sure the child gets fed, and bathed regularly, and if it's a baby their diaper gets changed immediately after soiling.

He does open up after awhile. If the kid wants to learn how to use a weapon similar to his Trident, Poseidon does teach them.

Forehead kisses when being tucked in, quiet tellings of a story that might or might not be a few thousand year old memory.

Patience is key is what his dearest brother had told him as a tip, so Poseidon assumes he will be a bit lenient on this young one. But not too lenient either. His kid needs to know who's in charge and who to listen too.

Hermes

Hermes is a great dad. Even if he's never been one before he immediately knows and understands the basics. He's intelligent and pretty much a natural at everything he does. It's like he's been handling a baby for years.

He's strict but calm and knows how to spoil his kid too. Hermes is very quick to teach this kid respect as well as giving his child gifts too.

Hermes makes sure to provide a healthy meal, though he isn't against giving out some junk food too, he does try to keep it a bit on the healthier side, though. Fruity smoothies instead of ice cream or cookies, frozen flavored ice instead of overly sugary Popsicles.

Dresses them up to perfection too. Very proud of his baby and knows their perfect in every way.

Teaches them how to play musical instruments from a young age. This kid is going to be able to perform so well people tear up at the sounds of their music and Hermes will make sure of it.

He reads to them at night. A chapter a night curled up in bed with his kid and afterwards he tucks them in and ensures they're cozy before leaving to go fulfill more duties himself.

Adam

We can't have father headcannons without the father of humanity himself being in here. Adam is #1 father. The gods go to his ass for help when a kids acting up. He knows what to do, he's been through it a million times, and he's a pro at it. This dude was probably the dad for his dad at some point.

His kid is both spoiled and respectful at the same time. Adam is always with them offering words of encouragement and soft kindness.

He tells this baby he loves them every day. And he makes sure his kid knows he loves them more than the world too.

Games, snacks, lounging around, playing outside, that's an everyday thing for him. He likes when his child is having fun and enjoying their life, and Adam will ensure that's what continues to happen.

He isn't used to wearing clothes so it's likely this baby is just running around in a diaper all the time.

It all depends when it's time for the kid to be tucked in for bed. If they want him to stay he stays. If they want a story he'll tell them a story. Snuggles? Of course.

He has an understanding of his first few kids most fights happen because of a misunderstanding. He'll always ask before discussing something with his kid if they just want him to listen, offer solutions, or if they want him to get involved. Most of the times they just want to be lent an ear.

Jack The Ripper

He's a decent father. He makes sure his love for his child is absolute because they deserve nothing more than to be loved, nurtured and cared for. He doesn't want anything to happen like what went down with his mother.

He enjoys seeing the glow of his child's true emotion through his eyes more than anything, and for once, fear may not be his favorite color anymore. It's the love when his darling baby sees him.

He is a protective father, he will kill with no mercy if someone dares to hurt his kid. And he will make sure their death is a slow one filled with misery.

He enjoys having Juice and crackers with his kid, seeing as they're too young to really enjoy a nice hot cup of tea yet. He does respect this, of course. He makes sure they eat both healthily but also eat things they enjoy as well.

Jack likes to tuck them in for bed. It isn't because they're going to sleep and he can do whatever he wants in silence for the next few hours, it's because of the reading. He's always been a big fan of reading and will read until they fall asleep or until he notices his kid has fallen asleep. Most of the time he ends up reading a good half of the book before realizing.

Hades

If there is such a thing as a wine dad, that's exactly what Hades is. Hades likes his wine as much as he likes his children.

Yes, children. This man is such a family man I honestly can see him wanting ~3 or more kids over the years.

Due to raising pretty much all of his brothers or at least helping to raise them, he knows how to do everything. I feel some of the gods go to him for help with this sort of thing. He knows how to change the diapers, how to feed them, burp them, deal with their tantrums etc.

He's a good dad. Butler makes his kid the best meals and he always makes sure they at least eat something healthy. If they don't they're sat at the table until they do. He prioritizes health over everything.

Spoils them rotten. They get whatever they want if they're being good. He's the God of wealth too, after all. His child also gets an extra seat with everything he's doing if they want, he knows some children can be clingy. Zeus probably was when he was a baby.

Cerberus is the most protective dog around Hades' kid. Hades doesn't even have to worry about someone messing with his child. That dog is tearing them to shreds already.

When they're tucked in at the end of the day he sits on the edge of his child's bed and talks to them for a few minutes. He might tell a story, or he might ask them how their day was. It all depends on the mood.

Sasaki

The jokester family dad. Sasaki may make mistakes as a father but he's still very fun and embraces his mistakes all the same.

He and his kid are always doing something. Cooking, outside having fun, inside playing games, it doesn't matter. This old man is energetic and can move.

When it comes to food he may not be the healthiest but he does make sure his child gets the proper nutrition they need, as well as plenty of junk food in between. I have a feeling Sasaki does have quite the sweet tooth himself so he's always sharing what he's eating.

He likes teaching his kid swordsmanship. Of course it's nothing potentially life threatening, he's too much of a worry wart to put his precious child through any of that. He does hope they find a sense of excitement from the fight and practice itself though. Having the heart of a warrior is never a bad thing.

It's more likely him and his kid would end up passing out on couches instead of going to their rooms to sleep, especially if there was a day full of activities they did. He loves the bond he and his child has and hopes nothing can sever it in the future.

[kittyball23]

Hello How're you ? I wanted to give you an idea to write. What do you think about writing the last act to take place on Wakai Island, like Branch proposing to Papi there or something?

Here it is! It's another minor rewrite of my oneshot "The Proposal"

We Are Family (a Trolls fanfic)

If Branch hadn’t known any better, he could’ve sworn that he was a baby again, standing on the stage with his brothers, feeling happiness fill him with great warmth.

The illusion was a good one, and this time he didn't have to hold any worries over anybody arguing or walking out on each other. If that glorious Family Harmony that they'd accomplished back in Mount Rageous was anything to go by, he, John Dory, Spruce, Clay, and Floyd were tighter than tight - best friends and brothers for life!

And they would prove themselves in that strong bond for their audience.

An excitement built within the quintet as the spotlight turned on them. They stood shoulder to shoulder, hearing Vacay Island's serene waves lap in the background, and hearing the crowd compose of their friends and family clapping and cheering. They grinned at each other. This was going to be a GREAT performance!

"Everyone can see we're together, as we walk on byyy," Branch sang, spreading his arms out wide.

"And we fly just like birds of a feather, I won't tell no lies," Floyd sang, coming alongside his younger brother for a quick side hug.

"All of the people around us they say, can they be that close?" Clay sang, busting a slick breakdancing move that looked to be a combination of a one-armed cartwheel and a split.

“Just let me state for the record…” John Dory sang, making a finger gun, as Spruce finished with “We’re giving love in a family dose!” while winking at his wife, Brandi, and their dozen children.

The five sang the chorus all together, stepping in rhythm with each other, voices strong and proud.

“We are family,

I got all my brothers with me!

We are family,

Get up everybody and sing!”

It was a perfect song to use, because they were a family - a true one, by blood and bond. WIth the rhythm and each other, they were going to be together forever!

From the sidelines, Poppy and Viva cheered enthusiastically, clapping wildly and without end. They just loved the show!

Suddenly, both girls were surprised to find that they were being welcomed onto the stage with them! Branch, in a similar way as he had done the first time on Vacay Island, extended his hand out to Poppy, which she took with a gracious smile. And in a not too differentiating way, Clay extended his hand out to Viva, who blushed slightly as she was brought onstage too. It was then that the two girls, alongside the guys, flowed perfectly together to create a colorful, stunning Family Harmony!

The applause that came afterwards was well-deserved and thunderous. This really was one of the best shows anybody had ever been treated to!

Poppy wrapped her arms around her boyfriend and squeezed tight. “I love you Branch!” she chirped happily.

Branch snuggled and smiled down at her, “Love you too, Poppy,” he whispered. Then, he twirled her flawlessly, suddenly bending down on one knee before her. The motion made the Pop Queen gasp loudly as she realized what was happening.

No... it COULDN'T be... could it??

Is Branch going to ask what I think he's gonna ask?!

“Poppy…”

The Pop Queen almost jumped at her name, brought back to the reality that confirmed that Branch really, really was still kneeled on one knee in front of her. Her heart raced, pounding so fast and so loudly in her chest that she was hoping it wouldn't drown out his words. And the question that he may or may not ask.

But am I REALLY ready for this?

Branch was also thinking the exact same thing as Poppy. Was he ready to do this? One look at his brothers, who were quite delighted with the turn of events, and he knew that the answer was yes. John Dory, Spruce, Clay, and Floyd each wore very supportive look on their faces. They were proud of their little brother taking the initiative, and would back him up. Branch didn’t delay in presenting his question.

"Poppy," he started again, "I, umm... I didn't really plan a big speech or anything. Which, I know, sounds very unlike me – crazy-prepared bunker survivalist guy and all, heh heh..." He paused, letting out a chuckle. "But I did have a question I want to ask you. It's, um... actually something I've been wanting to ask you for a while now. And I'm not sure if you'll say yes, or if you'll say no, if you'll find it cool or too gross and weird. I'm not even sure if you're okay with me asking you in front of everyone like this!" – he gestured to the audience that Poppy had forgotten was even there – "But I won't know the answer to any of that unless I just go ahead and do it." Branch took a deep, calming breath, knowing that Poppy was hooked onto his every word, his every little movement and gesture, watching him closely, anticipating.

Everything felt like it was going in slow motion when he reached for her pink hand, grasping it gently in his, and using the other to reach into his vest pocket.

"Queen Poppy, you're the happiest Troll alive... but you might just end up making me the happiest Troll alive instead if you say yes to my question, which, not required... it IS your choice in the end, but, I uh, I've just really gotta know," Branch said, making sure he didn't continue rambling on and simply cut to the chase of what he was intending to say, the words that had long been aching to leave his mouth finally escaping his lips in a sweet, relieving release. "Will you... marry me?"

There. He'd said it. Finally!

And she'll say yes, right? Branch wondered. I mean, I DID tell her she doesn't HAVE to say yes, but... oh frosting, I really, REALLY hope she does...

Without realizing it, Poppy had started to almost hyperventilate, her breaths coming fast, and her cheeks wet with tears that she hadn't even realized were even pooling up in her eyes.

Branch looked concerned. "Poppy?"

The brothers were watching in awe, Spruce nudging JD. "Dude, I think he broke her!"

But Poppy was not broken. She was the opposite of broken. She was… ecstatic!

"YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEESSSSS!!!!!"

She screamed her answer so loud that it almost felt like it had broken the sound barrier itself, bursting across the land like a sonic boom! A scream that shook all of Vacay Island like a rumbling earthquake, even more intense than when the isle’s volcano erupted! And she continued to affirm her answer with dozens upon dozens of kisses on her now-fiance’s face.

"YES! – mwah – YES!  – mwah – YES!  – mwah – YES!  – mwah – YES! YES! YES! YEEEESSS!!"

Branch gladly allowed himself to be smothered in her affection, as she made sure that no part was left unkissed. His cheeks. His forehead. His chin. His brows. His lips...

Branch's eyes bulged and a gasp escaped him right after he felt her sweet mouth press against his, even if it was for just one brief second. Reacting upon him, Poppy too gasped. She was about to apologize, when Branch swept her in and closed the gap between them. Poppy’s mind blanked from bliss. It was their first kiss.

Or should she say, kisses, plural.

Because there seemed to be no end to the kisses. Each time they parted, they went in for more, making up for every time they’d had to urge to engage but hadn’t.

Clay raised his brows. “Wow! You’d think they never kissed before,” he murmured.

“You don’t say,” Viva giggled. Then, suddenly, she got up on her tiptoes and pressed her own sweet peck against Clay’s cheek! The lime-green-haired Troll gasped and then blushed heavily, his face growing warm in the spot where her lips had been. John Dory and Spruce nudged him knowingly, while Floyd shook his head in amusement.

“Sis! This means I get to plan your wedding, right?” Viva asked giddily.

Poppy giggled, still clinging onto Branch and not intending to let go anytime soon. “You bet you can!”