#so soft and cozy

[alwyswnadie]

my lil snuggly baby :(((

[judeswhore]

brrrrrr

[strangereads]

oh to suck a hickey beneath steve harrington's jawline-

pretty girl

“Unfair. I was at least–” he breathes out sharply as you begin to suck lazily just below his jaw. “I was gentle, pretty girl. This just, fuck, this feels like torture.” “Shush and let me kiss you, Stevie.”

Summary: steve has to get his daily kiss quota in somehow, right?

Rating: general, makeout session, cursing

Warnings: fem!reader, use of y/n, slight neck kink if u arent into that, mild makeout session (so so so mild tho) - not proofread, i just kinda wrote so pls ignore typos lmao

Words: 1.1k

Before you swing in: hello ! i was in a bit of a lovey dovey mood, and while i adore writing come home, i simply couldnt bring myself to write more repressed feelings tonight. so, heres a quick lil boyfriend!steve blurb. it isnt at all correlated with come home (although if u squint ... maybe) its just me being so engrossed in my current crush and needing to be severely kissed. rip. anyways, enjoy !

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Every night, Steve throws rocks outside your window. 

The rocks pang softly against the glass, one after another, as they bounce harmlessly on their endeavor to get your attention. 

Every night, you answer. 

“What ails you tonight, Harrington?” You’ve opened your window now, leaning your head out so that you can see the boy standing below. 

He winks at you. “The usual.”

“Hm,” you rest your elbows against the wooden panel encasing your window. “How many do you need this time?”

“Hard to say, but if I had to guess… A million, honestly.”

You laugh. “A million, huh?”

“Maybe even more.” Steve smiles up at you, admiring how the moonlight frames your pretty face, making it even softer than he ever thought possible. It takes his breath away for a second, knowing how the face staring down at him is the same face that stares up at him whenever morning comes. 

“Give me five minutes, lovely.”

Steve smiles at the nickname, letting it warm his face as well as his bones. “I’ll go warm up the car.”

You wave, blowing the boy a quick kiss, before closing your window to go over to your dresser. The top drawer has long come to contain your nighttime adventure outfits with Steve. A simple pair of sweatpants and his hoodie that you stole years ago but never gave back. 

He knows you have it still, but you know he secretly loves seeing you wear it. 

As soon as you’re ready, slippers and all, you quietly run down your stairs so you don’t disturb your parents and unlock the front door. The lock clicks harshly against the night’s quietness, but with one smooth turn you manage to undo the lock and open the door. 

Steve, true to his word, is waiting in his car with the heat blasting, just the way you like it. 

It’s winter, early January, and school hasn’t quite started back up yet. 

The second you approach the car, Steve gets out and walks to the passenger side so that he can open it before you even touch its handle. You scoff at the overdramatic mannerisms, but blush nonetheless. 

“I can open my own door, Steve.”

He shrugs. “Sure, but you’re beautiful and I love you.”

The words fall freely from his lips, and you intertwine your hand behind his neck and pull his lips flushed against yours. He hums into it, pulls you so that your chests are engulfed together and your legs stumble and enclose around his. It’s messy, your other hand clutches at Steve’s jacket and he relishes in the way your knuckles tighten around him. 

“One down, a million more to go.” Steve whispers against your lips. 

You laugh, throwing your head back and he watches the sight of it all. How your neck lengthens as you laugh, the way your hair cascades behind you and the way your eyes crinkle shut. You put on a whole show for him, and he can’t get enough of it. 

“You really think we can get through a million kisses tonight?” You ask, nudging your nose against the length of Steve’s jaw. 

He shivers. “Got a few ways I think we can manage that.”

You pull away now, though you keep your hand at the nape of his neck. “At least take a girl on a date first.”

“I’m trying, pretty girl.” He gestures toward the car, its engine humming softly. You roll your eyes, but when Steve finally opens the passenger door, you reluctantly let go of him and sit down. “Atta girl, Y/N.”

Before you can huff at him for the nickname, Steve gently closes the door and heads over to his own driver’s side. He opens the door, the warm air escaping a bit, and as soon as Steve is in the car he tugs at your hoodie (his hoodie) and once again you’re kissing. 

It’s longer this time, languid and lingering. He brings a hand up to your cheek and his thumb strokes the high point in a fluid back and forth motion. You lean deeper into him, your own hands coming up to his chest as if you could bring him any closer to you. 

Steve nips at your bottom lip and you let him in, you always let him in. 

You gasp as he sucks on the lip and you feel him smile at your reaction. With one hand still caressing your cheek, his other hand comes up to the base of your neck. It’s warm, he’s always so warm, and his calloused fingers find their usual place, splayed across both sides of your neck. His palm settles just above your collarbones and your breath hitches. 

“Steve…” You exhale his name, as if it were a prayer. 

He pulls away a little, his eyes a molten honey color in the moonlight. “Yes, pretty girl?”

You turn your head and press a kiss against the hand still on your cheek. “Three down, 999,999,997 to go.”

“Make that four,” Steve presses a kiss to your nose, then your cheek, then to the tips of your eyelashes. “Now eight.”

You giggle as he presses another kiss to your temple and then your ear. He’s everywhere, now, peppering kisses on every inch of skin he can find. “And here, and here, and here…”

Steve goes down to your neck now, his nose trailing down the bare skin, making you shiver, and his kisses are so soft. Despite his teasing and the hold he still has on your neck, his lips leave a trail so soft and sanguine against your skin that they burn like whiskey. 

He reaches for your hand now, bringing the length of your arm up to his face, and just before he presses even more kisses against you, you laugh and pull your arm back. Steve starts to whine, unhappy with his kisses being interrupted, but you comb your fingers through his hair. 

“Seems unfair to make you do all the work, lovely.”

Steve’s lips are red and swollen from earlier, they almost distract you from his response. “Shush and let me kiss you.”

He tries to duck his head back down to your neck for more, but you stop him. “Nuh-uh. My turn.”

Before Steve can argue some more, you tug at his jacket, and because you’ve caught him off guard, he falls so far forward that his neck is open for the taking. You press your own kisses against it, connecting the moles that litter his skin with a kiss, and Steve exhales shakily as you do so. 

“Unfair. I was at least–” he breathes out sharply as you begin to suck lazily just below his jaw. “I was gentle, pretty girl. This just, fuck, this feels like torture.”

“Shush and let me kiss you, Stevie.”

Steve’s hand tightens around your neck as the other flies up to your head, pressing you further into his neck as you suck on a spot that he particularly likes. “Yeah… Fuck, okay. Shutting up now.”

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[artemispt]

[soni-dragon]

so about that hug

[shyhandart]

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[fallinallincurls]

this was so perfectly cozy and adorable ohmygosh. the actual dream right here. i loved everything about this!!

slow morning

mat barzal x reader

summary: mat and you spend the morning together.

requested: yes!

little short but cute

The sun poured into the room from the window Mat forgot to close the blinds for last night. The apartment bedroom filled with sunlight as the sun rose above the horizon. Mat was sleeping despite the sun, but you were awake. Mat was resting a lot more with his injury. He was itching to get back on the ice, but he had to rest to heal. 

Peeling his arm away from your waist, you carefully got out of bed. Mat slept like the dead and remained asleep. You silently closed the blinds, hoping to give Mat some more darkness to sleep. Mat’s growing dark hair was tousled and messy. The guy had the worst bedhead hair you had ever seen. 

You quietly moved out of the bedroom, feet padding down the hall to the kitchen. You moved around the kitchen, getting ingredients for pancakes out of the pantry and fridge. It was a peaceful quiet in the house as you cooked and Mat slept peacefully in the room. 

Mat’s eyes slowly, his arm subconsciously moving around the space next to him. He was still waking up when he realized that you were no longer next to him. A slight pout made its way to his face as he got himself out of bed, trying to be careful with his injury. He slowly made his way to the kitchen. 

“Morning,” his sluggish voice called out to you as he leaned in the doorway of the kitchen. You jumped at the sudden appearance of your boyfriend. “Hi baby, good morning,” you said quickly, walking over to kiss his cheek before going back to your pancakes. 

He watched you cook until you finished. Mat tried to grab the plates from the cabinet, but you swatted away his arm, “Go sit! I’ll bring the food over to you.” He groaned, frustrated that he couldn’t help, but he knew that you were trying to help him get back on the ice as fast as he could. Mat made his way to the couch, resting there until you brought him over pancakes and some juice. You joined him with your own food on the couch. He turned on the TV, “Can we watch game highlights?” 

You held back a playful groan. As much as you love him, you could only watch game highlights so much. You knew he missed hockey more than anything, so you would let him watch whatever his heart desired. “Of course, babe.” The two of you ate quietly, watching the game highlights from last night’s game. Once finished, you put your plates on the coffee table, and you would put them in the sink later. 

“Could you play with my hair?” Mat asked tiredly as he let his head fall onto your lap. “I’d be able to play with more if you didn’t shave it,” you mumbled, which he sent a glare to you for. “It’s growing back,” he argued. 

You ran your fingers through his hair, pausing every once in a while to massage his scalp. The two of you quietly chatted about dinner plans and making sure the Mat was doing the exercises the training staff gave him. Mat eventually fell silent. The way that your fingers were running through his hair put him asleep. Looking down, you saw his eyes closed as his breathing slowed. You were happy that he was getting some more sleep, you knew he needed it. After a while, you stopped playing with his hair, your fingers cramping. Your legs were falling asleep with your boyfriend’s head resting on your legs, and you moved slightly. Mat’s eyes fluttered open at your movement. 

“Sorry for waking you up, baby. Go back to sleep.”

He smiled tiredly up at you, “Can we move back to the bed? I just want to sleep.” You nodded, letting him sit up before you stood. His hand found yours, and he let you lead him down the hallway back to your shared bedroom. Mat found his spot in bed quickly, holding his arm open for you to join him. You found a place in his arms comfortably, making sure you weren’t putting any strain on his injury. “I’m so in love with you,” Mat whispered as he placed a kiss on your shoulder. 

Mat nudged you carefully, signaling that he wanted you to face him. You twisted in his arms, facing your boyfriend. “Hi,” you mumbled softly, your hands cupping his face. His fingers traced circles on your hip. “I love you,” Mat said tiredly as he leaned forward, kissing your forehead. Mat loved seeing you get flustered from his comments and professions of love. “Love you too.”

[sophsun1]

OLIVER STARK as Evan 'Buck' Buckley

9-1-1 – 6.11: In Another Life

[coquetteangelll]

[happyheidi]

[spirit-lanterns]

Now that Tingyun 5* has 9 tails, I imagine her closing her tails around us like a curtain. Boom, private sex in public anywhereee 👀 her new form really gives her the alpha and dom energy ngl

Imagine being engulfed in a giant ball of fluff because Tingyun is too possessive over you to let you be uncovered. Not even your head peeks out from her fur as Tingyun enjoys rubbing her scent all over you and watching you drown in her tails.

Also, it’d be funny if someone like Yukong was like “where’s (Reader)?” and when she looks over at Tingyun, she just grins smugly and spreads her tails to reveal you perfectly nestled in her lap like you’re hiding away from the world. Her tails really are the most comfortable hiding place on the Luofu 🩷

[dreamingticklee]

craving putting my feet in someone's lap to be gently tickled while we watch a cozy movie 🥺

[hooned]

ENGENE MEMBERSHIP 💌 Renewal Message

[slushycoookie]

This makes me wanna curl up in a blanket

oceans of eternity that await

CW: minors dni, non graphic smut. gender of reader unspecified except for mention of wearing a dress.ungodly amounts of fluff and borderline cheesy romance. Words: 2k

A/N: Happy 27th Birthday to me hehe. 🎂 I hope you enjoy this most sickly romantic blurb. @melpomenes-garden ty my love for the breakfast nook idea 😭

Kento Nanami proposed to you in a wine vineyard on a late afternoon as the sunset began to dip below the horizon.  The sprawling orchards of effervescent green were overshadowed by fiery bursts of marigold, scarlet, and saffron at the heart of fall in the blooming dawn of October. The air was crisp, rejuvenated by the thick harvest and greenery painting the wine valley's floor of Yamanashi. 

The tawny wool of the blanket he wrapped around your shoulders began to quell the rising goosebumps on your arm, tucking you into him as you scoured the little vineyard, all five senses engaged as you took in the sights the fruitful garden setting gifted you. Something electric that was stirring in the calm, chilly autumn air of tonight, reminiscent of a similar autumn day a year ago when you first met, told you that he would be asking you last. 

He leads you down an offset stone laden path, intermittent pockets of unshielded pewter sky from the overarching gangly mauve branches of Japanese Maple trees allow baby showers of raindrops to leak through. Your lover brings himself closer to you while you let out incessant giggles. 

Like two kids in love, you steal away to a hidden juniper garden, marked by a serene pond of koi that are peacefully swimming, seeminglly unphased by the budding rain showers that began to relentlessly pelt against the glassy surface of the waters. 

"I loved today. I wish all days could be just like it." Fingers ghosting over the scars of his own before you gently lean into him and he uses a pillar behind him to balance you both. 

He looks at you fondly, his fingers mapping the outline of your chin before they softly tuck away a piece of hair by your ear. "We'll have many more, darling, I promise you that."

"Is what I think is about to happen, happening tonight?" 

An unmistakable sign of mischief glimmers just momentarily on his face, despite his left eye being concealed away by the black line of cloth. 

"And just what do you think is happening, my dear?" 

"You brought me away from our expensive wine tour. We're alone in this secret garden like something out of a romantic period piece..." You smirk, brought on by the tiniest buzz thanks to the wine. "I'd say you were going to ask me something." 

"Haha, well, you would be right. There is something I was going to ask you." 

"Well, let's hear it." 

"Well, I can't right now." 

"Why not?"

"I was enjoying the buildup. Kind of takes the magic out of it when you put me on the spot. The spontaneity makes it more special." Kento tsks. 

"You and spontaneity? Well now I definitely know its happening tonight." 

He huffs playfully and pulls you closer against his chest, the steady thrums of his heart muted by the nighttime crickets as you stare silently for a moment. 

"What are you thinking about?" He murmurs. 

"I'm thinking about how we met." 

He smiles. "Why that memory in particular, darling?" 

"Mmm, not sure. But if everything I think is happening tonight is happening, it just seemed like a good one to look back on. Kinda puts things into perspective, you know? Crazy how time flies." 

"I would agree with that, darling." 

"It makes me miss the farmhouse." You state, sounding far away in your thoughts. 

"You do?" 

"Yeah... I was thinking we should go back. Even though we're there every few weeks." 

"Hmm." He pauses. "I think that's a good idea." 

"I know we've talked about it a bit, but I'm really liking the idea more and more of living there full time." 

"Are you?" 

"Yeah, I really am, Ken. What do you think?" 

"What do I think?" His gaze became pensive as it fluttered back to the pond of koi for a moment, but not an ounce of tenderness was lost before he brought it back to you. 

"Well, I don't think it's where we live so much as how we both feel about it. We have everything we need to make it happen. Now it's just a matter of doing." 

"You're right. It won't be easy at first. There's still a few things we'll need to fix up. But that's why we got each other, right?" A gentle nudge against his hip. 

"Right, darling." A playful nudge he answers back. 

"I have a lot of little things I wanna add too. Like the breakfast nook." 

"Haha, I had a feeling that one was on the list." 

"Well, can we?" 

"I won't say yes right away. But I'm not going to say no. You forget that I'm not an architect, darling..." He leans down to pepper your jaw in kisses, pausing at the corner of your mouth. 

"But give me some time, and maybe we can make it happen." 

"Thanks, honey. I love you." You shift just slightly to capture his lips dead on in a chaste peck. 

"I love you too."

"No, I don't think you get it." 

Kento raises his eyebrows. "Hmm, what do you mean, darling?" 

"It's kinda silly." 

"I'm sure it is. But I want to hear it anyway."

"Well, moments like these with you, sometimes I feel like I love you so much it actually hurts. Or is that too dramatic?" 

"Mmm, I suppose it is slightly dramatic. But I do know what you mean, darling..."

He holds you close, his gentle words exiting carefully all while his hand rose and fell steadily with the calming motion of playing with your hair. "In times like these my love for you does sometimes reach the point it feels like it's aching. Only because losing you is something that I do fear. But, at the same time, the things that I've gone through where I did lose a lot have made it so I don't live in constant worry of what's on the other side." 

"What do you mean, baby?" 

He purses his lips slightly in meaningful reflection as he speaks. 

"I mean this certainty, the strength and surety of what we have make it so I'm not scared of it. I do feel fear, but I treat it like a visitor passing through. The here and now right now with you, that's what makes it special." 

"Hmm that's interesting, darling." 

"Yeah? How so?" 

"I mean in most romances they always talk about infinity and forever. You think there's beauty that we have finite time? Even if we could be in love in multiple universes?"

"I certainly think so. But it's not all too far fetched to not believe we're the only timeline out there that exists." He hums. "But it will be the only one you and I will know of in the time we exist here together. And so what we do with it right now, that's what really matters." 

The love you feel in your heart feels like it could overtake you all at once with every enriched thought that fell from his mouth. 

"But I feel like I was meant to love you such a long time ago..." You whisper your undying love, gently shaking under the gravity of your emotions. "Even when we were kids. I wish I could have spent all that time with you." 

Adoration wells in his heart like a breaking dam as he gazes into your eyes and grips you a little more tightly. 

"It wouldn't have been enough, darling. But we're meant to love each other right now." He whispers. "I'll reclaim all the time I lost by loving you slowly every single day. Like the pages of my books." 

His loving gaze is unyielding and constant as the beginnings of the stars that now hang above you, even as he gets down on bended knee, his mother's ring in a tiny velvet box he brings out of his pocket. 

"Marry me, darling. Let's get married and live this life we've got together. What do you say?" 

And at that moment you swear a pair of stars among the sky of eternity became burned for you and him.  

"How can I say anything but yes, Ken?" 

And with that, the first promise of many was signed with the precious contract of a tender kiss only the quiet life of the garden bore witness to. 

The rain laden breeze, and now fully descended air of the nighttime hung around you as you cling to one another.

"Well, what now?" You whisper. 

"Well, I'm usually a fan of savoring these things, darling. But when it comes to you..." He brushes his nose playfully against yours. "I already know those gears are turning in your head. What are you planning, my love?" 

"Well there's the wedding. I still want to get married in that chapel by the sea." 

He chuckles. 

"What?" 

"Ah, two non particularly religious people getting married in a chapel. It's ironic. But, I am a fan of honoring certain traditions. It feels right to me. And if it feels right to you, then let's do it." 

"Let's do it." You affirm with a beam of your smile. "But then there's the issue of the reception."

"Oh, you don't want it to be just us?" 

"Well, I was thinking about Yuji, Megumi, and Nobara. I'd want to have something where they can celebrate with us too, don't you? They mean so much to you, it wouldn't feel right if we didn't celebrate with them too, you know?" 

He hums, all of his affection focused in a scarred hand that cups your cheek. "That's very thoughtful of you, darling... I think a nice celebration with our close friends and family would definitely be appropriate..." He leans in and kisses the top of your ear. "And I do love seeing you in white." 

"Haha, making excuses to see me in a white dress?" 

"You read my mind, darling." 

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You married Kento Nanami on a chilly spring morning in March that glistened with the lingering petrichor from two days old rain in a little chapel by the sea, only an hour's drive from your house in the countryside you would eventually call home. 

And love was just a noun until you met him.  

As you looked at him across the altar, even after vowing I do, you swear you could not be any more close. 

Even so as you could pick the stars that built up the tiny galaxies in the universe of the flecks of gold intermingled with the burning brown in his eyes.

Even though you pledged until death do you part, eternity was being forged in a grander scheme with every step you sauntered forward together. 

And as your head gently hit the pillows of your bed that night almost a lifetime away in Kuantan, you became one with another that the separate maps of your hearts were indiscernible. Your breathy sighs and pleas and his low murmurings as he buried the the most intimate part of him conjured by his love to new depths inside of you. 

Depths so deep that you couldn't tell where you ended and he began, so that the very fabric of the foundation that traced the inner linings of your souls became etched in each other.  You were inevitably branded onto his heart and in his skin that the most relentless storms couldn't wash away.

Only immortality could come close to portraying the unconditional tie that fused you together. 

You were consumed in the sea of your love over, and over again as you gave yourself to him, the seconds melted into hours. It reeled you like the aftershocks of heaven. 

Forever would shrivel in comparison. 

And so, you stood together on that beach, wrapped up tightly in each other, and in the joyful beginnings of newlywed bliss that barely delved underneath the inviting surface of the heavenly blue oceans of eternity that awaited you.

Foamy waves of the South China Sea barely cascading over your feet, angels observing as you scored yet another sacred promise to undying memory with a kiss.  

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@actuallysaiyan

[strayingsocks]

break time ✨

[strawberryteabunny]

finally finished knitting these socks! The cable pattern has bunnies in it 🐇

Yarn is from Juniper Moon Farm, Herriot Fine yarn in the color ‘timber wolf’ (75/25 baby alpaca/nylon). Needles are size 0 wooden needles from lykke. Bunny cables are from ‘Bunny Sock Hop’ by Ann Clark on Ravelry