#nuzzles you nuzzles youuuuu

[flyingspicerack]

i was really intimidated by you when i first talked to you because you’re really cool….and youre still really cool but youre also a HUGE DORK whos really funny and im glad i get to talk to you sometimes because youre really fun 👍👍👍❤️ also your art is fantastic jsyk

ME?! INTIMIDATING?!??? ME?? COOL ???? .... yeah im a dork... *insert nerd glasses buckteeth spongebob looking ass emoji here* Ty for liking talking to me and thinking my art is good too.... i really appreicate these sweet sweet words anon abubububu

[timothylawrence]

What a rollercoaster of emotions, huh?

[secretkryptoniteangel]

happy birthday bestie! im so glad its no longer illegal for us to be friends since we're the same age again >:)

oh meow god finally we can be in an inseparable loop of wonderous insanity, held with each other as we defy cringe and embrace clariful bonds with each other being the guiding light of our hearts (We are going to talk about our blorbos and interests at length <3)

[dayasusays]

can we please have breeding with bruce wayne and wife!reader?

like feral breeding, maybe he’s had a hard patrol and he’s barely out of the batsuit before he has you on all fours.

maybe his hormones are in over drive from a poison ivy plant he originally thought had no affect on him. but now all he wants to do is fuck until his little wife is filled and he’s satisfied

thank youuuuu

xcherrycreempie

HAWWO !!!!!!

SO HOT. IT’S SO HOT.

I MEAN i have headcanons breeding kink w bruce (it’s here!!), but i can do it again. ofc i can do it again. 🤭

BUT FIRST OF ALL I WANNA SAY THAT I MISSED WRITING !!!

…and requests. i love chatting with all of u 💥💥

and i remember every request!! i promise i’ll write it, my sweethearts 🩷

ANYWAY IN MY HEAD IT’S DEFINITELY SMTH DIRTY IN A GOOD WAY… HEAR ME OUT……

warnings ! — SMUT, fem!wife!reader, husband!bruce wayne, breeding kink, dirty talk, maledom, orgasm torture, feral fuck, multiple orgasm

summary ? — he comes back weird after patrol.

౿ . . ` ౨�� ENJOY 🦇

he didn't even bother to change his clothes.

“hold on, hold on, bruce!” you try to push him away as wayne continues to kiss you insistently, “at least change!”

and it's weird because he never acts like that. you know very well that bruce hates quick sex and he's willing to spend an hour of foreplay torturing you. of course he's willing to find a couple hours to fuck you good.

but right now he's impatient. he's still in his batsuit, so you can't even see his eyes under that stupid mask.

you reach out to take it off, and bruce even helps you. you pull it off and he slows down, maintaining eye contact.

when you look into his face you realize that his eyebrows are furrowed and his pupils are dilated.

you think it’s something bad, but why is he looks so fucking hot right now?

you don’t know how many times you’ve cum.

your mind is racing with his every move and word, your nails are scratching his back, leaving a red marks, and your mouth open with loud moans.

“you take me so well, baby, just like you wanna make me cum inside,” bruce whispers and bites your nipples gently, “such a wet mess, pretty girl, is it too much to take for you?” he’s fucking you harder with every thrust, your clit is so swollen, your entrance pulsates around his cock and your moan makes him continue.

he flips you onto your stomach in one easy motion without even getting his cock out. you’re whimpering into the pillow and clutching the sheets, trying to beg him to slow down.

“what are you asking for, wifey? speak up,” bruce pulls your hair back, making you arch your back, “you want this cum inside? want me to get you pregnant?” he bites your lobe, speeding up.

you're ready to swear that right now wayne looks so damn hot. his arm muscles tense as he pulls your hair with one and supports you with the other. bruce’s eyelashes must be twitching as he makes one last push and cum inside.

he falls onto the bed next to you, as tired as you are. you cover your eyes and smile slightly as he reaches out for a kiss.

and now he’s okay again, you think. but what the fuck was that?

“you alright?” bruce kisses your cheeks, hugging him tightly. you nod and nuzzle his chest, “did i overdo it?”

i mean, it’s third time he came inside. you don’t feel your legs and he definitely got you pregnant.

“nah,” you smile, “it was perfect.”

hope you’ll like it cherry !!! <3

🦇 abt me | m.list

[dandadangy]

Okarun couldn't believe his eyes when he saw you in his clothes. he had spent the night at your place once more, and had brought some stuff here each time he came. but this morning, you apparently had decided to wear one of his sweaters, wrapping yourself in it. he approached from behind, as you were doing your makeup. you felt his arms slide around you, his chin resting on top of your head.

"you look so good in my clothes sweetie.." Okarun muttered out, smiling and closing his eyes, relishing the feeling of your soft body under his own sweater. it made him feel possessive over you, like you belonged to him even more when you were nuzzled in his clothes. his heart was full of love, and he helped spill it out by repeatedly kissing the top of your head.

"i love you i love you i love youuuuu.."

[da-janela-lateral]

Nuzzles YOU nuzzles youuuuu nuzzles. you

[iamtired10]

sick in love

pairing - pham hanni x female reader

genre - pureeeee fluffffffffff!!!

synopsis - your girlfriend has this weird obsession with getting drenched in the rain, even though you’ve told her so many times not to. of course, she doesn’t listen, and now she’s sick—and somehow, it’s all your fault. now you’ve got to deal with this clingy, whiny kid, who's acting like it’s the end of the world while you play nurse.

warning - nothing much... just some fluff and whining

word count - 1.5k

a/n - guess who’s about to get super busy next week and won’t be updating for a while :)

it all started with the rain.

nah, scratch that—it started with hanni’s bizarre love for the rain, the way she romanticized every single drop that fell from the sky as if it were some poetic blessing from above.

you knew better.

rain, to you, was wet and cold, and most importantly, the perfect recipe for catching a nasty cold.

but hanni? oh, hanni couldn’t care less.

but you tried everything to convince her.

everything.

“hanni, it’s literally pouring out here! you’ll catch a cold!”

you had pulled out your umbrella as soon as the clouds started weeping above the two of you, but hanni had other plans in mind.

she beamed, those signature crescent-shaped eyes gleaming as raindrops began to land on her cheeks.

“come on! it’s just a bit of rain. what’s the worst that could happen?” she took a playful step backward into the downpour, her carefree giggle piercing through the sound of the rain.

“i’ll tell you what’s gonna happen—you’re gonna get sick, that’s what!”

you were grumpy by nature, the forever practical one, always two steps ahead when it came to worrying about things like catching a cold.

you tugged her wrist back, trying to shield her with the umbrella.

but hanni? nope.

she shook her head like a puppy and ran further into the rain.

“catch me!” she twirled around, arms outstretched, water soaking her through.

you couldn’t help but watch her for a moment. she was beautiful, even when she was being an absolute menace.

but now wasn’t the time to admire her stubbornness.

now was the time to stop her from getting drenched head to toe.

“i swear to god, pham hanni, if you get sick because of this—”

oops, too late.

three days later, you found yourself exactly where you didn’t want to be: sitting in bed with a feverish hanni clinging to your waist, her breath slightly hot as she buried her face in your shirt.

“you’re so mean,” she grumbled between coughs, her voice raspy and whiny, the kind of voice that made you want to sigh in frustration and kiss her forehead at the same time. “you didn’t stop me from getting sick…”

you raised a brow, leaning back against the pillows. “i literally tried. multiple times.”

“yeah, well…” she sniffled dramatically, leaning more of her weight onto you, practically becoming deadweight. “you didn’t try hard enough.”

she looked up at you with the most innocent pout. the fever had made her eyes a little glassy, but she was still just as demanding as ever.

you loved her so much, but oh god, she was getting on your nerves today.

“hanni,” you said in your most grumpy tone, “you’re impossible, you know that?”

she only responded by hugging you tighter, squishing herself against your side. “i don’t feel good… i need cuddles.” she nuzzled into your neck, her breath fanning over your skin.

you could feel her warmth.

and not just the warm-you-up-on-a-cold-day kind of warmth, but the i-have-a-fever kind of warmth.

you sighed, pressing the back of your hand to her forehead to check her temperature.

she was still a bit too warm for comfort.

“you need to rest, babe," you whispered, though the gruffness in your tone barely masked the tenderness in your voice. “you’re burning up.”

hanni shook her head, her hair brushing against your neck. “nooooo, i need youuuuu,” she mumbled, her words slurred together like a stubborn child.

you rolled your eyes but pulled her closer, knowing full well that she wasn’t going to give you any personal space until she felt better. hanni had always been clingy, but when she was sick?

she was ten times worse.

if you even moved an inch, she’d whine and pull you back into her arms.

it was cute, you’d admit, but it was also exhausting.

“stop moving,” hanni grumbled, tugging on your shirt to pull you back against her. “i can’t get comfy if you keep wiggling around.”

“i have to get up and get your medicine. and water. and maybe some soup.”

“noooo,” she whined, her voice muffled by your shoulder. “i don’t want soup. i want you.”

you sighed again, this time with a softer edge, leaning down to press a gentle kiss to her forehead. “now you’re literally attached to me like a baby koala.”

“not a baby koala,” she mumbled, pouting again. “a sick, sad koala. big difference.”

“oh, sorry. a sick, sad koala,” you corrected, rolling your eyes playfully as you wrapped your arms around her, pulling her even closer. “better?”

she nodded, snuggling back into your chest, her fingers gripping the fabric of your shirt. “better… but i still feel awful. stay with meeeeee.”

you sighed, your grumpy exterior faltering as you softened under her gaze. it was hard to stay mad when she looked at you like that, all doe-eyed and needy.

you leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to her forehead, brushing some of her messy hair out of her face.

“okay, you big baby,” you murmured, “i’ll stay for a bit. but you need to promise me that you’ll take your medicine later, alright?”

“mm-hmm,” she mumbled, snuggling further into your embrace. “i promise.”

for a moment, it was quiet.

just the sound of her shallow breathing and the faint rustle of the sheets as she shifted closer to you. you closed your eyes, resting your chin on top of her head as you let the silence wash over you.

but of course, hanni had to break it.

“hey,” she whispered, her voice still soft but with a mischievous edge to it. “wanna kiss?”

you blinked, turning your head to look at her. “hanni, you’re sick.”

“so?” she pouted, her bottom lip jutting out in the most adorable way. “i still wanna kiss…”

you raised an eyebrow, your lips twitching as you fought the urge to laugh. “babe, you’re literally a walking virus right now. i’m not kissing you.”

hanni whined, her grip on you tightening as she buried her face further into your neck. “pleeease?”

“nope,” you said, shaking your head firmly. “not happening.”

“but i miss kissing you,” she mumbled, her voice small and pitiful. “just one little kiss?”

“hanni, you’ll get me sick,” you said, gently pushing her head away from your neck. “and then who’s going to take care of you?”

“i’ll take care of you,” she muttered, her voice muffled by the blanket she had wrapped herself in.

you couldn’t help but chuckle, pressing a quick kiss to her forehead instead. “nice try, but no. you’re gonna have to wait until you’re not contagious.”

hanni pouted again, clearly not happy with your answer.

but before she could whine any further, a sudden fit of sneezes cut her off.

you handed her a tissue, biting back a laugh as she wiped her nose, her expression utterly defeated.

“fine,” she mumbled, slumping back against you. “but as soon as i’m better, i’m kissing you everywhere.”

you snorted, rolling your eyes. “yeah, yeah. we’ll see.”

later that evening, after coaxing her into taking her medicine (which involved more whining and pouting on her part), you finally convinced her to settle down for a proper nap.

she curled up against you, her head resting on your chest as her breathing slowed and evened out.

you gently ran your fingers through her hair, the soft strands slipping between your fingers as you hummed quietly.

she was so peaceful when she was asleep, all of the day's frustrations and complaints forgotten.

but you knew as soon as she woke up, she’d be back to her clingy, whiny self.

and honestly, you didn’t mind.

you loved taking care of her, even when she was being a handful.

there was something special about being the one she relied on, the one she clung to when she didn’t feel well.

as the minutes ticked by, you found yourself growing more and more tired. the weight of the day and hanni’s endless need for attention had finally caught up to you, and your eyes began to droop.

just as you were about to drift off, you felt a pair of warm lips press against your cheek.

you blinked, opening your eyes to see hanni grinning up at you, her feverish cheeks still pink. “gotcha,” she whispered, her voice soft but full of mischief.

you groaned, pulling the blanket over both of your heads. “go to sleep, han.”

she giggled, snuggling closer to you as she closed her eyes again. “okay, okay. goodnight, babe.”

“goodnight,” you murmured, pressing one last kiss to her forehead before finally drifting off to sleep.

and despite everything—the rain, the sickness, the whining—you couldn’t help but smile.

because at the end of the day, hanni was your clingy, whiny baby, and you wouldn’t have had it any other way.

a/n - fluff sucks..

[madaqueue]

HEAT OF A SUN — suguru geto x m!reader

request | event masterlist | smut : cozy mornings

there’s a warmth to suguru, one that lives in his bones and blood, one that he often keeps to himself, although inadvertently. this morning, with the sun streaming through the curtains and landing on your cheeks, with the frost beginning to cool the windowpane, he thinks he wouldn’t mind sharing it.

“good morning,” he purrs, nuzzling himself against you. he wonders if he’ll be rewarded in death for his restraint, for not clawing his way inside you the moment his eyes open and land upon your form.

“morning, sugu.” your voice is thick with sleep and he wants to swallow you whole. you curl into him, searching for heat, and he opens himself up, ribs and all.

“how’d you sleep?”

silky words tumble from his lips as they trace down the column of your neck, down the riverbed of your shoulder into your collarbones. his hands follow, skirting along the surface, down and down and down.

your breath catches when he reaches between your thighs, and he releases it for you, a light chuckle that ripples in the air. deft fingers stroke you through the cotton boxers, and he grins, snake-like and knowing, as you harden under his touch.

“sugu-” you whine, and he clicks his tongue.

“you didn’t answer my question, darling.”

drawn to him, your hips shudder into his hold, and he welcomes the offering of your body, eats it with sharpened teeth and a vigor one must call love.

his hands keep moving, one wrapped around your cock and the other tracing the crests of your spine. there are stars in his fingertips that ignite beneath your skin, only to be soothed by his breath, his eyes, his smile.

“it’s rude not to answer, sweetheart,” he coos, and everything is too hot, trapped beneath the covers and his presence, humid despite the snowflakes falling outside. you wonder if his blood is this hot, too.

“g-good,” you finally manage, “i slept good.” and he rewards you with a firmer squeeze, a faster pace. his tongue trails up your neck and you wish he’d pull you into him, under him.

with a whispered cry of his name you come undone, and he welcomes your warmth, one he doesn’t mind sharing.

a/n: RUSTTT I LOVE YOUUUUU !!!!!! i hope you like this ... weird little freak suguru ..... :3

[wolfawaycamp]

Dylan introducing Ryan to Schrödinger

🔮 “Are you allergic to cats, by any chance?” Dylan asks, his voice sounding from below Ryan where his head is laid on his lap.

“Not… that I know of, no.” Ryan replies, his eyes still focused on the movie playing on the television. They’re on a date, (one which he knows Emma would tell him isn’t a date) but it’s the way they date. Dylan gets stressed about eating out at restaurants, and Ryan was happy to accommodate, considering even the quietest of restaurants could be too loud for him.

Dylan poking his cheek with his right pointer finger brings him back down to earth.

“I know we’re at your place, but would you like to come back to mine?” Ryan must make a funny face, as Dylan rushes to amend his words. “To meet my cat. Come to my place. And meet my cat.”

Ryan snorts. “Sure. Like, actually, sure.” Dylan grins, wide and dimpled, and presses a short kiss to the corner of Ryan’s mouth as he sits up. He’s drawn to the smooth expanse of skin that’s revealed when Dylan stands and stretches his arms above his head— Ryan’s almost certain, based on how much skin he can see, that Dylan’s stolen one of his many oversized Goodwill hoodies— but he’s quickly drawn away by the jangling of Dylan’s keys in the direction of the front door.

“Helloooo? Ryan? I’ll leave without you, if that’s what you want.” Ryan shuffles off the couch and slips his shoes on at the door, following his boyfriend out to his car that sits in the parking lot.

——

“Dude… my cat liking you is way more important than my mom liking you. I think I’m having an aneurysm,” Dylan whines, his leg that isn’t pressing the gas pedal bouncing up and down.

Ryan snorts and turns the volume on the radio up.

——

“Schrodie, my son, where are youuuuu?” Dylan sing-songs as the screen door slams shut behind the pair. Ryan hears a thunk, and a big, fat, orange tabby with a sky blue collar comes trotting around the corner from the living room.

Dylan gestures towards Ryan like he’s showing off a case of trophies as the cat— Schrodie, was it?— pads closer. “My son, this is my boyfriend. Your other dad. I guess. Stepdad.”

The cat immediately winds itself between Ryan’s legs, bumping its forehead against his calf.

“Oh.” Ryan crouches to pet the tubby orange cat from ears to tail, and the cat purrs, spinning around and nuzzling his face back into Ryan’s palm. “That was easier than expected.”

Dylan feigns wiping a tear like a proud father.

[evadnesworld]

yes my love to youuuuu, rafayel x reader

c/w: my ignoring the songs meaning and just sticking to the cute parts!1!! might do a fic with th actual meaning tbh... everythings lower case, nothing is beta read, probably ooc, i havent writtn in two years

"stay with me, please- just for one second more." to say he was embarrassed was an understatement. he was quite literally begging you not to stay, he was still groggy from the deep sleep he fell into. unfortunately, his dreams were plagued by sadness, he kept on dreaming about you leaving him. he didnt want you leaving him, hed give you his soul if it meant that you'd stick by his side.

it was night, the moonlights embrace peaking softly through the curtains, bathing him in the tranquil light. tranquil was the night, but his heart contradicted it, beating quickly with fright. his body felt warm, sweat dripping down his forehead- anxiety overtaking him after he was awoken from that dreadful slumber.

however, it was thanks to the moons light that he saw you- your features seemed to glow. making you look ethereal as-you looked at him with worried eyes. you slowly brought your hand to his cheek, where he quickly nuzzled against it out of pure instinct, "don't worry raf, im here. i wont leave you." those purple eyes of his which seemed to be carefully painted by the gods, were full of worry- worry that slowly extinguished.

something seemed to snap back into place now that he realized you were there, he straightened up. "well of course you wont, this fishy is much to good to leave behind." he let out a hmph as he crossed his arms- his chin being held high and eyes closing.

you immediately deadpanned, "of course not, although this.. fishy, might be unbearable, bratty, and a lot of other things, the pros outweight the cons." you rested your head on your hand as you saw him whip his head to you.

his mouth hung open, "you say the pros outweigh the cons, but you only mentioned the cons. i cant believe this." he ploppd back on the sofa, sinking into to emphasize how 'upset' he was.

you chuckled, "mhm, well all i can say is that i wont be leaving you anytime soon, youve seen too many sides of me- you know too much." you teased as you eyed him shamelessly, he did purposefully choose the lower v cut shirt to wear.

"insulting me, staring at me shamelessly, i cannot spend another second here- who knows what you might do to me." hes so dramatic, you thought. but you enjoyed it.

you traced shapes on his cheeks as you sat next to him, and as though it were muscle memory- he melted into your hand. all his previous qualms now dissipated. his pout was evident, however. you chuckled before giving him a peck on his cheek.

although his fear of you leaving him would sometimes prevail, and the end of the day it would leave. because at the end of the day, he still had you.

he could still see your smile, your eyes, he had you.

and he would do anything to make sure it stayed like that, because you had his heart. like how a sailor effortlessly catches fish, you effortlessly caught his attention- and he wouldnt have it any other way.

dividers by @/bloodibambiidoll

a/n: could you guys tell this story started pissing me off halfway through? hes extremely ooc but yk its 10pm and i have school tomorrow so i wont redo it. 😾

[lokissweater]

HIIIYAAAA HOPE YOUR DOING WELLLL

I just wanted to drop a random hc for Mlb!megumi, because I feel like he'd find anything the reader wears to be attractive, which is cute at first, until like it's actually *anything* reader wears e.g one time a younger relative bought her like a minions shirt or something and she didn't want to make them feel bad so she wears it around the house and megumi is just like 'Wait...why she kind of bad...' and is all over her, I do feel like the reader would probably match his freak and is lowkey thr same, but I wanted to throw in my 2cents lol

OKAYY HAVE A GREAT DAY ILYSM<333

-☀️

YEEEEEESSSSUUHHHH BRO mlb!megumi actually goes nuts with anything that reader wears and does, because her simply just being her is more than enough to get him riled up and HORRNNYYY LIKE AAA DAAWWGGGG !!

so specified minions shirt, he’d chuckle lowly upon seeing her wear it at first, and without even REALIZING he’s all over her (more than he usually already is)— stuffing his face into her neck and nuzzling his nose in her hair, roaming hands all over her body and tits OOPSIE ! , NONSTOP kisses on her lips and biting her cheeks because his cuteness aggression is going absolutely insane and all he can do is swallow it down hard, compensating by basically suffocating her with silent physical affection and maybe mumbling out that he wants to fuck. 😁👍

AND OF COOURSEEE reader matches that man’s freak because readers fav outfit to see on her man is his BASEBALL UNIFORMMM DUUHHH !!! wants to actually suck him off after every practice and his cheeks are BLAZING when she whispers such a request in his ear in the locker room, eyes down to the floor as he fiddles with his clean pair of sweatpants because jesus does he want her pretty lips wrapped around him, but tortured by the fact that all of his teammates were still here and taking their sweet fucking time changing out of their uniforms…

that doesn’t mean megumi dismisses readers request HOW SILLYYYYY !!! because this man is throwing his clothes on and shoving everything in his locker without organizing or giving a fuck, slamming it shut and ushering them both out so reader could still suck his cock like she wanted… except within the confines of his black slick luxury car and smooth leather seats in the parking lot !!! 😻😻

MEEEEOOOWWWWWW I LOVE MLB!MEGUMI AND I LOVE YOUUUUU ☀️ !! THANK YOU SO SO MUCH FOR THISSSSSS HAVE AN AMAZING DAYY !!

[https-furina]

last one for now i promise shsfhxhk.

29 and tighnari? 🥹

✎ strong nose, stronger scents.

ft. tighnari x gn!reader

prompt: "you smell fantastic."

w.c. 554 words

content: fluff, established relationship, reader will never be used to the random crap tighnari says, cuddly tighnari

notes: NARI NARI NARI NARI NARI I LOVE YOUUUUU

various fruits decorate the kitchen counter before you, each one with its own unique taste - a number of them from other regions thanks to your friend, the traveler. there's sunsettias, apples, zaytun peaches, amakumo fruits - just a few of the fruits you were tasked with slicing up into bitesized pieces. to others, it is no important event that tighnari has organised a picnic for the both of you. a picnic is a fairly normal idea, a cute date. to you, it is something you cherish heavily.

tighnari very much likes to say he has more time on his hands than he can handle but in-between patrols, destroying withering zones - something you're not fond of him doing - and tutoring collei, he always seems to manage getting whisked away and into more trouble that arises. you're fond of how work centred your boyfriend is but sometimes you wish he could catch a break for more than a few minutes. you joke that gandharva ville would collapse without tighnari there to support it as the backbone but you're starting to believe it's the reality. gandharva ville would crumble without its infamous forest watcher.

a fluffy tail unravels from where the fox is huddled up - most definitely not cuddling the dark fluff that curls around him while he naps - as he begins to stir, waking up to the many, many scents wafting from the kitchen. even with the mildly overwhelming amount of fruit he can make out, he still drinks his favourite scent in; the one that belongs to his beloved partner. the partner that he isn't sure where he'd be without them, you've said that he'd probably overwork himself to death without you there to force a nap every now and then.

arms wrap around you as a chest presses against your back. you're startled for a moment before you spot the tall ears peeking into your peripheral vision when tighnari buries his face into your neck, suffocating himself in your scent as if the fruit will drown it out despite the proximity in which he's pressed himself against you. his tail wags in a slow, rhythmic motion as the half asleep fox falls content once more.

"what's got you so happy?" you laugh as you spot the wag of his bushy tail, his ear twitching as he raises his head to prop his chin on your shoulder instead.

"you smell fantastic." he mumbles drowsily as if it's the most normal thing in teyvat. you choke on the air you're breathing, heat rushing to your cheeks and the tips of your ears - you even have to take a moment to stop chopping the fruit you've been so devoted to. your heart is pulsing faster than it should for a human, tighnari notes as he leans to kiss your cheek.

"nari, you can't just say stuff like that!" you whine, not missing how the sly fox grins at your embarrassed state. it was so easy to make you flustered sometimes, tighnari can't help but tease you just to get a rise out of it.

he nuzzles his cheek against you before he stands, much more awake than when he had first appeared in the kitchen. gloved hands reach around you to grab a piece of ripe sunsettia, popping it into his mouth, "what? i'm just telling the truth."

© https-heizou 2023.

[bahbzxxx]

Serenitea Pot Shenanigans 2: Basic Anatomy ft. Some silly little Fox Friends✨🦋🍃

“My Windblume…that’s not exactly my shoulder…”

Venti X GN! Reader (Oneshot)

You had absolutely no idea that you would be shredded in Genshin Invocation TGC. You had just suffered the most humiliating defeat, and to TIMMY no less. That PIGEON BOY.

Ugh. UGH. Just- UGGGHHHHHH!!!

It’s time to go home and wallow in your self pity…

But guess who’s made himself comfy on your loveseat… again…

“Oh, Windblume, I had a feeling I’d be seeing you soon! I just was taking care of your animal companions, that’s all…since I got here before you, I thought we could get to know one another…isn’t that right, my lovely fluffy friends?”

He’s covered in the foxes you adopted from Inazuma. All of them are snuggled up with him, lying all over him and making their adorable fox noises. You don’t know what they’re talking about, but clearly, the bard in residence does. He turns his attention back to the fox that he is cradling much like a baby, who you know to be the whiney one.

You love him very much, but that little guy is whiney.

“Oh, well, they’re right there? Don’t you see?” He chuckles warmly as the fox shuffles out of his arms and runs to you, pawing at you and whining for you to pick him up.

“H-he’s been waiting for you, my Windblume…all he yapped on about was you! somehow, he’s even more eager to see you than me…haha!!!”

“Aww…”

You nuzzle the creature innocently, and it makes the wind spirit watching you blush.

“And…what about, pray tell,…hmm…me? I presume I’m chopped liver now, hmm?” He pouts.

You look up at him and give him a look. He gives you a pouty one. It’s so over-the top that you can’t help but giggle as you come towards him.

“Well my friends, move aside…our Windblume here is taking their rightful spot on my shoulder!” He perks up, his pouty facade instantly becoming gone with the wind.

“Now, my beloved, tell me, would you like my right or~”

You’re sliding into his lap, and his cheeks flush with heat.

“M-my dearest, I’m not sure if you’re aware of this, but, I, uh…”

It comes out as more of a purr.

“That’s not exactly my shoulder. That’s…my lap.

“Oh. I had absolutely no idea.”

Your fake deadpan shock has him reeling on the inside. For seductions sake and the sake of the little fox who’s somehow still snuggled into your chest…he moves to whisper into your ear.

“Oh…did you really now?”

Now that you’re here… he’d prefer if you stayed a while. He wraps his arms around you, pulling you closer into him and trapping you.

“Hmmm…I see how it is…”

It seems like the other foxes got the hint, and they’re giving their new friend and their dearest adopter some space…

Not that one apparently.

The windborne archon moves into kiss you, but is interrupted by a paw to his lips. You cackle.

“Oh! Right…I’m sorry…I forgot to tell you!!!”

He boops him on the nose.

“Unfortunately for you, lad…this Windblumes already mine…

He gently takes the fox in a gust of wind and plops him within his other fox companions. He whines, but an older, and wiser fox shakes it’s head and grabs him by the scruff, and the leash departs.

He’d get the talk sooner or later.

“Thank youuuuu���.!” He sings as they leave. The instant the two of you have privacy, he acknowledges your confusion.

“Poor fella never got the memo…oh well, now he knows!!!”

He eagerly pulls you in for a kiss.

After a little while, you forget what you were so upset about…

“So…tell me, my warrior… *another kiss*…what has upset you so dearly earlier…”He wastes no time in claiming your lips once more.

“Uhm…do you really want to know?”

“I’d like to hear your…your retelling…yes…” He purrs.

“My-my retelling?”

He chuckles darkly, and moves to kiss your neck as he massages your back and waist.

“Do you not remember, my beloved? The wind hears everything…

“Everything?”

“Everything when it comes to you…”

[rose-tinted-kalopsia]

Roxie… Consider… Caleb being the nuzzling type. Face in the crook of your check. Not trying to smell you or anything, just likes that your skin is soft there. Tiny kisses. Little nips. “You sound so cute when I do this, pipsqueak.~”

Love youuuuu. 🥰

OH MY GOD EM THE SQUEAL I LET OUT IF ONLY YOU COULDVE HEARD MEEEEEEEEEEE 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 I CAN SEE THIS IN MY MIND'S EYE SO CLEARLYNWJJTBENGBWHGJNWHGJWMGBS IM GOING INSANE

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Hi!!! i was wondering if you could do like jacks draft day with the prompts "I just cant see myself ever living without you." and "Go with me?" "Only if you hold my hand." thank youuuuu <33

&lt;3

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jack’s hands shook as he looked in the mirror. today was draft day. jack was projected to be drafted first overall draft for the new jersey devils, and he was beyond nervous.

standing next to him, you rubbed up and down his back reassuringly. “take deep breaths, jacky. everything is going to be ok.”

turning around to face you, he nuzzles his head into the crook of your neck, breathing out a sigh. “i just can’t see myself ever living without you.” he spoke softly against your skin.

your lips formed into a frown. you wanted jack to live his dreams as an nhl superstar, but to do that, you would have to continue your relationship long-distance. “but everything is going to be ok. wherever you get drafted to, i promise i’ll visit you. no matter if it’s in new jersey or somewhere even farther, i promise i’ll stay with you, my love.”

“i love you so much.” he responds, laying soft kissing on the inside of your neck. a knock on the doors indicates it’s time for jack to get ready to leave.

“go with me?” he moves his head away from its resting place, and looks at you.

“only if you go with me.” you tease, allowing jack’s hand to intertwine with yours.

[tenabrye]

C-can I request a Reboot! Vash, sfw and nsfw alphabet please?

If not totally fine! Thank youuuuu!

Doing the sfw one first. The nsfw one will be a separate post. :)

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

This man is the literal definition of the word. Once he has consent, he's very hands on with those that are close to him. Hand holding, fingers grazing his partner's skin, cheek nuzzling, hugging, kissing, etc. He does it all. His go-to's for showing affection are hand holding and hugging. He likes enveloping people in his arms and making them feel safe.

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

The absolute BEST best friend anyone could EVER have. He's very friendly and has the best qualities of a best friend, so anyone would be a fool to overlook that. His friendships always start off with either funny or dire situations. Someone saves him, or he saves them, maybe he falls and they catch him and he sports his "I fell for you" line that makes them laugh, or he catches them when they suddenly trip. It's really a good timing kind of thing that starts the friendship.

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

The number ONE cuddle king. Once he gets used to someone, that's all he really needs to start cuddling with them. It's more of a security thing with friends, but it definitely takes a step up with a partner. He likes to pull them in close, draping an arm over them. Generally enjoys being the big spoon, however, absolutely loves being the little spoon as well. Will also pull them onto him and just wrap them up in a little bug. This is usually done when he's sleeping.

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

Absolutely! He dreams of that domestic life, he really, really does, but he also hates thinking about the con that is his aging. Once he gets over that thought, he's back to longing for the domesticity everyone else has. When it comes to cooking and cleaning, he's very good. He knows the basics of cooking, but don't expect him to make something rated five stars. Cleaning is something he enjoys. Whether it be himself, his guns, his boots, etc. It's calming, it takes his mind off of things, and he enjoys having his things clean.

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

Can't even fathom how he'd do it. Could he even do it? It's going to hurt him a lot more than any bullet ever would, but he knows he has to. His reasoning is that he's a walking hazard for them and that they'd end up getting hurt, or worse. He has to tell them face to face, and he can't look at them because if he does--oh man, he looked, now he's crying, too. He hates this. He hates it, but he has to. He'd want them to not forget him, to not be angry for his decision. He's doing this so they'd be safe.

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

Is a very committed man. He puts a lot of effort into his relationships--friends or romantic--so he's definitely good for that. As for marriage, his heart says now but his brain says to hold on. He wants it to be the right person, so he has to wait, but he's giddy about the married life and wants what other couples have. That and it would make him very happy to just be normal and not a walking bounty ready to be claimed.

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

Physically, he's THE most gentlest person there is. He treats each and every human as if they were made of glass, but that's also just his caring nature when he deals with them. He's so sweet.

Emotionally, it's the same thing. He's a sugar coater for sure on certain topics, but he would rather do that than just be blunt. He's also a very, very great listener, so if anyone has any issues they'd want to vent, he's your man. Might not have the best advice, but his ears are at the ready to listen.

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

Hugging maniac, but in a cute way. He's just very affectionate. If he can, he'd like to hug all the time if people let him. Gives the best, reassuring hugs that include a little back rub for added measure. His hugs are secure, loving, they let people know he's here for them if they ever need him and, most of all, they're the kind of hugs to make anyone touch starved cry. In a good way, of course.

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

The second or third week, give or take. He's the kind of guy that's normally good with hunches, so he would've already felt the connection with his partner right off the bat. He just needed some time before he could say those words, however, if there isn't a good time, he may just blurt it out. Usually, this would tend to happen if they barely escaped a situation that could've killed one of them or both of them.

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

He doesn't seem like he has a jealous bone in his body, but no one should let that fool them. Just because he looks soft and adorable doesn't mean he can't get jealous, and he does, just not as often. Certain situations may call for it, such as someone flirting with his partner, but instead of acting like the usual jealous boyfriend, he tries to out flirt the flirter. If the flirter even tries to tell him to go away and that they're busy, Vash simply smiles and asks what business they have with his partner. Most likely the only time he could be jealous, maybe.

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

His kisses are sweet, oftentimes tasting like doughnuts. His favorite places to kiss his partner would have to be anywhere on their face. Lips, cheeks, nose, forehead, but that's when he's in such a cute, soft mood. In another mood, he enjoys kissing any exposed skin from the neck down. Shoulders, arms, their neck, etc.

His favorite places to be kissed are definitely his lips, because he loves how soft his partner's lips are against his own, even if it's just a quick peck. He also enjoys a quick peck on his nose. It always catches him off guard. If they want to be a little risqué, he doesn't mind them kissing his neck or, when in bed together, his bare chest.

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

THE best around children. He loves to play pretend with them, going as far as being the robber in their game and even faking being shot when one of them pops off a toy gun at him. His acting is surprisingly good, and adorable. He'd play with kids all day if he could, since it's also a bit of an escape from his hectic life, but also because he really just can't say no to those puppy-dog eyed faces of theirs when they ask.

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

He's an early riser, but he takes such GREAT care in trying to not wake his partner up. He typically showers at night, however, if he was too tired the night before, then he is definitely up and in the bathroom as soon as he wakes. This is followed by teeth brushing, then, if his partner is up, does a bit of couple's meditation, if they want to. He won't force them. Vash then will make them a scrumptious egg omelet his way, and will enjoy breakfast with his partner before they have to head out.

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

He typically has dinner with his partner before he showers, but he'll shower second if they need to get clean for the night. After that, he does a bit of limbering up. Doesn't like how his muscles feel in the morning if he skips out on this, but it really doesn't take him long to do this little bit of stretching. Shortly after finishing, he'll practically jump into bed with his partner, where he gets all cozied up to them, holding them as they each talk about random stuff before falling asleep together.

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

He needs some trust before telling anyone more about himself, but he's quick to clear up those Humanoid Typhoon rumors about him. Give it a few weeks and he'll open up to someone, especially if they're travelling together. He's definitely a reveal all at once type of guy, so, when the timing is right, he just lets it all out.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

The patience of a SAINT with this man. With children, strangers, just about anyone gets the benefit of the doubt when it comes to him. The only time he's ever truly angry is either when Knives is involved, a Plant is threatened or taken, or if someone close to him ends up dying in front of him. Aside from that, though, he's really, really patient with everyone he encounters.

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

Ah, his memory is fuzzy sometimes, but he has special dates actually written out for him to remember. Definitely the basics, just as his partner's likes, dislikes, favorite time of day, favorite hobbies if they have any, etc. Considering he has to write stuff down in a little book he keeps for just that, he actually will forget if he doesn't write it down. If he does forget and it's not in his notebook, he WILL wrack his brain to figure out what it was. That, or it comes back to him about two or three days later. Just out of the blue.

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

He can remember the moment as clear as day, as though it was just yesterday when it happened. It was the night he knew he was in love with his partner. They had to make camp because there wasn't a town around, and after everything was all set up, dinner had, the two watched the stars together. It was such a peaceful moment and when Vash turned to look at them, seeing the way their eyes were fixated so lovingly on the starry sky, he couldn't help but smile. He won't ever forget that moment. Ever.

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

Vash is very protective, no matter who it is. His first thought is to always protect those that can't do it themselves. When it comes to his partner, though, he'd gladly give up his life to keep them safe. If it really, really came down to it, he would do it without a second thought.

As for himself being protected, well, he honestly never thought about it. At least in the physical sense, but he loves it when people keep him on the down low and don't out him as the Humanoid Typhoon right when he steps into town. When it comes to his partner doing such a thing, even going so far as to play pretend and have entire aliases for the both of them, he LOVES it. Keeps them both safe for the time being, or at least until they move on to another town.

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

The man puts his ALL into these things. Definitely doesn't have much when it comes to double dollars, but his creative mind makes up for that. Cue dates that involve shooting cans to win a special prize from him, or star gazing dates that end up with the two of you falling asleep in one another's arms. When it comes to daily tasks, it's like he's programmed to do everything or he just feels off when he doesn't, but he also likes to see his partner smile when he completes these little tasks.

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

One bad habit of his is trying to bury some of his issues down, bottling them up inside while keeping such a happy, cheerful appearance on the outside. He will constantly do this until he can't, which results in him finally breaking. He knows he shouldn't, but he really feels bad and thinks he's burdening someone when he gets like this.

Another bad habit is holding in a lot of guilt for what his brother has done. Even though he still loves his brother, because Knives is still his family, he can't help but hate what he's become and the horrible acts he's committed. He somehow believes it could be his fault when looking back on it, but it's really not. Vash just needs time to realize this.

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

He jokes around and even says to not his pretty face, but he couldn't care less if someone did. He's been roughed up so much that he's lost count, but he's fine. His body heals with time, so he returns to his gorgeous self. In conclusion, he's not all worried about his looks, unless he wants to be presentable on a date or outing with his partner. Might just be the only time he cares about how he looks.

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

Vash gets attached to his partner relatively quickly, so, yes, he actually would feel VERY incomplete without them if they were to suddenly leave or die.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

Can't sit still to save his life. He always has to have a foot or finger tapping, or even slowly sways his head side to side at times. Maybe it's nerves, maybe it's just a little tick of his, but he can't sit still. At all.

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

In general, there are just a few things he dislikes. He doesn't like anyone that can kill innocents, or anything, with little to no remorse. This also goes for abusers. He is a lover of peace and absolutely can't stand when violence like this occurs. It sickens him.

When it comes to a partner, yeah, there's not really anything he could dislike about them. Other than questionable morals. That just might be the only thing he wouldn't like.

Z = Zzz (What are their sleep habits?)

His sleeping habits include him usually staying up a bit longer than his partner, him watching their sleeping face. It really calms him. He also likes to stare at the ceiling, or up at the stars if they make camp, and just think about a lot of "what ifs" that include him and his partner. Such blissful thoughts normally put him to sleep, but he's always on guard if they camp out. Just in case.