#sometimes i just need a fluffy blanket and a little bit of time to calm down
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what if i chose aang or sokka or zuko or bumi as a name
#i can do whatever i want forever after all#anyways i think im gonna tell mom to call someone else to watch the atla show with us#itll be more fun#and her sister is staying over so we could watch together! :D#and i dont have to lose the experience of watching it with dad#after he watches it and i watch it w mom we can rewatch it together :)#im glad i found a solution#sometimes i just need a fluffy blanket and a little bit of time to calm down#OK NOW DAD IS PUTTING IT ON HIGH VOLUME AND ITS NOT HELPING#ITS ONLY MAKING ME MORE AWARE THAT I'M NOT WATCHING 1ST TIME WITH HIM#AND ITS GIVING ME SPOILERS#ok convinced him to lower it#ok. ok#were doing fine#and i found cool names
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Under The Mask
JASON TODD X GENDER NEUTRAL READER
SUMMARY: You come home to Jason softly sitting on the couch, the two of you sharing a comfy, yet vulnerable moment together.
WC: 1.4k
WARNINGS: No warnings! Enjoy!
Not often was it that when you came back to your apartment after work at night, Jason would be there too. It was routine for you to get home, make dinner, save a portion for him, and get ready for bed as you waited for him to wake you when he came to bed.
Tonight when you got home, you saw Jason on the sofa. His hands gripping a book in his hands. He was sitting with a blanket over him, wearing a large crew neck and sweatpants, even paired with your favorite pair of fluffy socks.Â
You smiled, setting you back down on the counter as you slowly strode over to him, your hips swaying with love. You wrapped your arms around his neck from behind, coming to place a small kiss on his temple.Â
âThose are my socks,â You teased, flicking your head down to the bright pink pair of wool socks.
âThey're warm,â He said softly, setting his book down as he looked over at you.Â
You smiled, coming around the sofa to sit next to him. He raised one arm up to let you sit closer to him, bringing it around to wrap around you as he rubbed your side. You nuzzled into his chest, the warmth of it making you feel home. You brought a hand up drawing small patterns on his chest as you drew small patterns on him. âSo, no patrol tonight?â You smiled, looking up at him.
âSomething like that,â he finally muttered, his voice rough, the exhaustion creeping in. There was no bravado, no tough guy mask, just the tired edges of a man who'd seen too much.
âJasonâŠâ you said softly, the words more a question than anything else. The way his eyes flickered to you briefly made you wonder if heâd ever truly let anyone in, if he'd ever let down his guard enough to show any vulnerability.
To your surprise, he didnât brush you off. Instead, he reached out, his fingers grazing your wrist just for a momentâan accidental touch, but it wasnât. Not really. It was a silent plea, an unspoken question.
âYou ever wonder if this is all worth it?â he asked, his voice low and rough. âGotham, the fighting... the anger.â He paused, eyes darting to yours. âSometimes, I just get tired.â
Your heart ached, but you didnât let it show. Instead, you turned to face him fully, your gaze steady, offering him that rare kind of calm he didnât often get from the world around him.
âYouâre allowed to be tired, Jason,â you said quietly, your hand brushing the back of his, a soft connection that felt more intimate than any words could. âYouâre allowed to feel like this. We all are.â
Jasonâs gaze softened just a fraction, but he didnât pull away. His fingers twitched, as if uncertain, before he gently grabbed your wrist, pulling your hand up just a bit closer, kissing your palm. The movement was subtle, but there was something in itâa need, a fragility he didn't often show.
You let the silence hang between you, offering a steady warmth, a quiet understanding. Your fingers brushed over his, and slowly, almost hesitantly, he let go of your wrist to clasp your hand in his, fingers entwining.
It was rare, these moments when Jason allowed himself to be vulnerable with you. Most times, he kept everyone at armâs length. But now, in this quiet space between the chaos of Gothamâs streets, he seemed to crave the comfort only a few peopleâif anyoneâcould give him.
âYouâre not alone, you know,â you said, your thumb gently stroking the back of his hand, trying to convey all the things words could never quite capture. âYou donât have to fix everything on your own.â
He huffed out a breath, but this time, it was softer, almost⊠content. The tension in his shoulders eased a little as he turned his head to meet your gaze fully, and for once, there was no anger or sarcasm in his eyes. Just a quiet, vulnerable sort of gratitude.
For a moment, he seemed to forget the weight of the world on his shoulders. He shifted closer to you, pressing the side of his arm against yours, and you felt the warmth of his body, the unexpected comfort in the simple gesture.
And then, to your surprise, Jason leaned in just enough to rest his head on your shoulder. It was so small, so simple, and yet it spoke volumes.
"You're the only one who gets it," he muttered into the fabric of your jacket, his breath warm against your skin. It was a declaration of love, not in the way most would understand it, but in that moment, it felt like an admission of trust. A rare, precious thing he didnât give easily.
You didnât speak for a while, just letting the stillness of the night wrap around you both. And when you finally spoke, your voice was soft, steady.
âI get it, Jason. I do.â
Jason squeezed you, nuzzling into your neck as he did so. It wasnât uncomfortableâif anything, it felt like⊠home. You hadnât realized how much youâd missed the quiet moments until now, even if he was having a hard time.
You rubbed his head, switching the topic to a lighter note, âWhat are you reading?â You asked him. You sat up a bit, looking at the disheveled pile of books laying on the coffee table. âWhere do you even get all of these?â you asked, glancing at the pile of books, a few of them half-open, as if heâd been in the middle of reading a few at once.
He shrugged casually, his posture relaxed but his eyes always on youâalert, but not the typical guarded way he usually was. It was softer, like he wasnât worried about you taking something from him.
âSomewhere. Doesnât matter. You know how it is, I get bored between missions, and books are better than staring at walls or whatever.â He gave a wry smirk, but it didnât reach the usual sarcastic edge. Instead, it seemed like he was almost sharing a quiet joke with you.
You leaned back against his chest, sighing contentedly as you let the warmth of him and your apartment settle around you. It was peaceful, in a way that Gotham rarely allowed. You glanced at Jason again, surprised by how⊠normal it felt, having him here.
Then, with a surprisingly soft movement, Jason shifted closer, his body almost imperceptibly leaning toward you. His hand stayed where it was, now hovering just beside yours, but he didnât pull away. The space between you was small, intimate in a way that neither of you had expected.
âIâm not great at this,â he muttered quietly, his voice so soft you almost didnât catch it.
You knew what he meant. The softness, the quiet connection. It wasnât exactly something Jason had been taught to embrace. Heâd built walls so high around himself that sometimes you wondered how anyone could get through to him. But tonight⊠he wasnât hiding.
You smiled gently and leaned in just enough to rest your head on his shoulder, a simple gesture that spoke volumes. You could feel him tense for a second, as if unsure of what to do, but then he relaxed. His shoulder sank into the back of the couch, and after a moment, you felt the softest weight of his head resting against yours.
For once, he didnât try to brush it off. He didnât pull away. Instead, his arm slowly draped across the back of the couch, his hand just grazing your shoulder. It wasnât an overt gesture, but it was a quiet sort of affection, one that neither of you had to label or explain.
The two of you sat there for a while, the only sound was the rustle of pages. There was no rush. No need for words. Just thisâquiet, steady, the kind of peace Jason never allowed himself to have.
You werenât sure if it was the books or the comfort of being together like this, but you felt something shift. Maybe it was just the smallest moment, but it was enough to remind you that, behind the hardened exterior, Jason Todd could be more than just the angry anti-hero. Sometimes, he could be just a guy, with his own vulnerabilities, sitting on a couch in your apartment, sharing a moment that wasnât about fighting or survivingâbut about being.
And maybe, for Jason, that was enough, too.
#jason todd#jason todd fanfiction#jason todd fluff#jason todd x reader#jason todd x y/n#red hood x reader#jason todd x you#fluff#jason todd fanfic#jason todd fic#jasontodd#batboys#red hood#redhood#fanfic#fanfiction
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General Hazbin Hotel hcs
Hello fellow agere hazbin enjoyers. I come with hcs for the main 6. Pls enjoy
đĄ ~ Charlie ~ đĄ
She's a little. Regresses to like 6-7 y/o and is so sweet and innocent.
Still wants to help everyone, and spends her time drawing posters to attract people to the hotel.
Her main cg is Vaggie for obvious reasons, though she will also gravitate towards Angel if he's around.
Eepy baby. Once all of her energy is gone, pick her up and she falls right to sleep.
â ~ Vaggie ~ â
She's a caregiver. Vaggie also will babysit the other littles in the hotel if needed, though she has an obvious preference for Charlie.
Is kinda hard on the littles when need be, can be very strict. This is especially true for bed/nap time, mealtimes, and baths. No stinky, overtired littles on Vaggie's watch.
This just popped into my head but cuddles where she uses her wings as like a blanket thing or just lets the little snuggle into it yes yes
Tends to clean up after playtime. She wants to be madder, but could never be truly angry with her babies.
đ· ~ Angel Dust ~ đ·
Angel is both a little and a babysitter. When he regresses, it's at a similar age to Charlie, maybe a bit older to around 7-8.
His energy levels highly fluctuate depending on his emotions before regressing. If he had been in a stressful situation or recently come back from work, he's very tired and kinda just wants to be alone with whatever he's entertained himself with. If he's not in a high emotion environment, he's full of energy!
Likes playing tag and hide and seek with the others. Sometimes forgets that he's much bigger than everyone, though, and may accidentally cause some booboos.
As a babysitter, he takes his job very seriously. Might not be as strict about meals or naps (definitely lets them just have as many sweets as they want), but will take tea parties and games very seriously.
đ» ~ Alastor ~ đ»
I know a lot of people like little Al but for personal reasons, he is a caregiver lol. He has too soothing a voice and mannerisms with Nifty for me to not harp on it.
Takes his little out to Overlord meetings or to visit Auntie Rosie. When they go see Rosie, she always has a new outfit for them, whether a onesie or full outfit, there's always something. At the Overlord meetings, he'll let them sit in his lap or between him and Rosie. The others don't mind bc I say so.
Alastor doesn't like touch he doesn't initiate, and you are no exception. That being said, if they find a way to pull on or play with his ears, the most he'll do is let out a long sigh before letting them continue.
Calls them a little Overlord. "Come now, little Overlord, it's time for bed." and "Little Overlord, what have I told you about sneaking up on others?" and the like.
I have the most thoughts about him but will keep this short for everyone's sakes
đ§č ~ Nifty ~ đ§č
A little. She has the biggest fluctuation though and will be either 2 or like 7, no in betweens.
Always has energy. She's bouncing off the walls. Because of this, Angel is the last person asked to take care of her because he'll give her candy and then she gets even worse. He's also a little cautious because of the one time he made her cry, but Nifty just kinda drifts over to him anyways.
Husk usually gets stuck looking after the lil bugger. It'll start as Alastor's problem, then he conveniently disappears and Vaggie gives her to "kitty" (it's not that they don't love her, they do, she's just a lot lol). I imagine little Nif and Husk have a similar dynamic to Boo and Sully in Monsters Inc.
The only way to get her to sleep is with radio static. The white noise calms her down. Bonus points if you give her a fluffy plush to hold as well.
đ± ~ Husk ~ đ±
Husk doesn't really like children, even of the regressing variety. It's not that he hates them, he'd just prefer to not have to interact with them as much as he can. The most he'll do is babysit, but even then he's a little clueless.
Tends to get stuck with Angel the most, but he prefers Nifty just because he's been around her the most over the years.
Has the bar stocked up with different juices and milk and other drinks for kids. Also has a wide variety of sippy cups with different themes for different littles. Charlie likes the ducky one, Angel has one with crabs on it, and Nifty's are all plain. Everyone uses the space themed ones, though, so he has the most of those.
He has a little nook under the bar that someone could use as a little hiding space as well. If the littles are playing hide and seek and someone goes down there, Husk is the last to snitch.
If you wanna see specific scenarios or hcs about certain characters, feel free to send in an ask!!
#hazbin hotel#hazbin hotel agere#hazbin hotel age regression#sfw agre#sfw age regression#caregiver alastor#caregiver vaggie#little charlie#little nifty#little angel dust#hazbin hotel alastor#hazbin hotel husk#hazbin hotel charlie#hazbin hotel angel dust#hazbin hotel niffty#hazbin hotel vaggie
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No one asked for these but I'm in my period rn and felt like making 'em
How the Main four help with readers period [hcs]
Reader is gender neutral here, no specifically female btw :3
Edd
Surprisingly calm and focuses on getting you everything you need
Chocolate? Pads? Extra blankets? He's on it!
I hc that he still has powers from poweredd and his body is very warm from the radiation
so he's basically a big heating pad and he just loves to let you cling to him- he's happy he's helping :]
Will drop everything to help you if he needs too
Always sets up a warm bath to help you relax, he even puts those fancy bath salts in for ya
Tom
Very confused and even a but panicked but tries to help
Like Edd, he has a high body temp, but since he's the smallest he's much easier to just curl up with(he loves it and is happy to be your heating pad)
Has no idea what he's doing and just does whatever you tell him you need him to do- he's trying but he's a bit confused lol
Very protective of you and hardly let's you leave the bed. He's determined to do everything while you rest and relax
His monster form is even better to cuddle- he's big and fluffy and purrs like a freight train and it does wonders
Matt
He's also pretty confused but does his best to help
He's dated around a lot, especially in highschool, but his pasts relationships didn't usually last more than a week or two so he isn't used to this stuff
His mom never taught him much about it either(he's an only child as well)
Does as much research as he can to help
Unlike Tom and Edd he has a cooler body heat, but that helps sometimes too
He's also very tall and can purr in my hc so he basically just holds you and purrs a fuck ton a lot of the time- it's very sweet
I hc him to still be at least a little part vampire, so the smell of blood can make him a bit twitchy and hungry
so he does his best to mask the smell using stuff like scented candles and air freshener since he doesn't want to hurt you or make you uncomfortable
Buys whatever you need and at the upmost quality, only the best for his beloved.
His family has fuck you money so he can afford it anyway
Overall very sweet and caring, even if he's a bit confused about the whole thing
Tord
He knows a bit about this stuff- like matt he's dated around a bit but his relationships usually lasted longer, so he's a bit more familiar with this stuff
Buys you everything you need, from pads to comfort foods and whatever else
Surprisingly attentive, he will drop anything to comfort you
He's probably made a device or two to help with your periods, whether it be a heating pad of sorts or some other thing
He always has your comfort food in stock, as well as some meds to help out
Let's you use his anime body pillows- they're a bit weird but hey it's Tord
#eddsworld#eddsworld tord#tord eddsworld#ew tord#tord ew#matt eddsworld#eddsworld matt#matt ew#ew matt#tom eddsworld#eddsworld tom#tom ew#ew tom#edd eddsworld#eddsworld edd#edd ew#ew edd#period comfort#eddsworld x reader#fluff#headcanons
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I can't live like this any longer. PLEASE I NEED YOU TO WRITE NEIGE CONTENT OF ANYTHING PLEASEEEEE
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he takes care of you while youâre sick. (romantic)
authorâs note :Â in addition to neige, i wrote hcs for cheânya and rollo! i love these three so much <333
crowley, crewel, and sam ver. of this prompt here!
neige leblanche
âyou really called off a photoshoot just to come take care of me? you know you didnât have to,â you said, smiling softly. neige shook his head.
âoh, i know, i know. but i just couldnât help myself. the thought of you being all alone while sick just makes me so sad!â he pouts, taking your hands in his. âso i had to come! now, come on and lay down. take it easy and just leave everything to me! iâll take good care of you.â
he babies you so hard, itâs to the point you almost feel embarrassed. like, he spoons feed you and everything. but he seems no shame in it!
he also decides to take it upon himself to do all ramshackleâs housekeeping and chores for you. (househusband material, honestly.)
no matter how many times you warn him that your sickness is contagious, he canât resist giving you little kisses throughout the day. so it was no surprise when he called saying he was sick the next dayâŠ
âdonât say you didnât expect this to happen, neige.â
neige only let out a whine and hid his face in the fluffy pile of blankets you brought him. as much as you wanted to scold him for not listening to your warnings, seeing him in such a pitiful state made it impossible.
youâll save the lecture for later. for now, youâll be gentle with him, just like he was with you while you were sick.
cheânya
âoh my, youâre not looking too well!â cheânya chuckles, quirking his head to the side as he looks at you. âwell, donât worry. nurse artemiy artemiyevich pinker is here to help you recover!â
you didnât have the highest expectations when it came to his caregiving skills, but he actually does really well at taking care of you. heâs very attentive when it comes to your needs. be warned though, he will ask you if youâre feeling better like every 20 minutes just to annoy you.
heâll exaggerate his cat behaviors to entertain youâ and maybe to get you to coo over him being cute. heâll knead blankets (or perhaps your lap if he wants to rest there instead), bump his head against you, and the like. if you had a cat toy, heâd probably play with it. all without feeling the slightest bit of embarrassment too.
âiâve gotta ask⊠did you really come here to take care of me, or was this just an elaborate plan to get me to pet you?â you joked as you scratched behind cheânyaâs ears.
âoh no, youâve caught on! i just came for some pets,â he teased back, purring and leaning into your touch. ââ just kidding, of course. hehe.â
you chuckle and lay your head against his chest, listening to the calming sound of his purring as you drift off to sleep.
rollo flamme
you got sick from getting hit by several spells. the perpetrators were none other than ace and deuce, whose fight you accidentally got caught in the crossfire of. (theyâve apologized to you over ten times for this..)
with all the chaos thatâs been thrown your way so far, you hardly cared. this is just another tuesday at nrc for you. but you know who did care? rollo.
needless to say, he was not happy to hear of this situation. itâs only served to support his resolve of wanting to eradicate magic.
he tries to hide his anger about the context of how you got sick⊠and he doesnât do a good job at it. youâll look at him once in a while and his face will be twisted up in a scowl. or sometimes youâll hear him muttering under his breath about âvile reckless magesâŠâ and the like.
knowing how no-nonsense he is, you were a bit nervous about being in his care. but he ended up being a lot more gentle with you than you expected! (⊠he still made you study though. no falling behind in school on his watch.)
just like neige, he took it upon himself to do all the housekeeping for you. and you swear, youâve never seen ramshackle so spotless. rollo does not play when it comes to cleanliness.
you watch in amusement as ace and deuce desperately try to convince rollo to let them enter your dorm. rollo is not even slightly swayed by their pleas, standing his ground on not letting them step foot in ramshackle.
âyou two are the reason the prefect is ill in the first place. youâve proven yourselves to be dangerous. i will not take the risk of letting you miscreants in and causing any more trouble for them.â rollo glares down at the pair, getting ready to shut the door on them. you quietly laugh at how protective heâs being.
you walk over to rollo, gently pulling him away from the door to let ace and deuce in. âcome on, rollo. let them in. iâm sure theyâll be on their best behavior, especially with you here watching them like a hawk.â
rollo sighs and finally relaxes. âhmph⊠fine.â
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Te deseo, cariño- soft!javi
Summary: you and javier are sitting in your apartment listening to the blues after he calls to see you on your day off- (yeah thatâs pretty much it)
Pairings: javier pena x afab!reader (call girl!reader)
Warnings and notes: no warnings really, soft!javi, fluffy fluff, deep convos ig, call girl/sex worker reader, no use of y/n, making out, mentions of sex work, petnames, listening to the blues baby!!
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A/N: hi all<3 enjoy this little fluffy Javi drabble. i usually write smut but i couldn't get this idea out of my head. as always, your feedback is always welcome, please like, comment and reblog<3
ps. heâs soooo lana coded, hence the west coast title, good LORD
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The quaint sounds of Roy Buchanan settled in slumber around your body. There was gold peeking through the large twin windows of your apartment, a hue on your skin that felt like a flame, but all you could perceive before you in that instance was the seraph draped in your motherâs knitted blanket. Javi seated himself heavily on your couch, two autonomous curls fallen over his closed eyes and majesty at his fingertips. He hummed along to the soft, tragic acoustics of Drifting and Drifting. The raw impeccable talent of the blues singer being appreciated fully in the comfortable silence of the room, both of your exhaling of smoke being the only thing to cut through the silence.
A discarded pack of cigarettes lay on your desktop, a cloud of smoke eased through the empty air of your apartment as you breathed in the relaxing atmosphere of Javier Pena, cigarette dangling from his lips, hair messy and dressed in nothing but unbuttoned jeans, lying soundly with one foot on the arm of the couch and the other planted on the carpeted floor. You were leaning on your bed a couple of feet away, a thin t-shirt halting at your abdomen showing a peak of nipple, whilst your trousers were discarded on the floor, leaving you in your panties. You watched Javi drag from his ciggie, enthralled in the song, a thin layer of sweat coated his tanned bare chest. He had never looked so calm. He spoke outside of a song for the first time since the album began, âWhatâre you thinking about over there?â He broke eye contact with the ceiling and fixed them on you.
âNothing. Just listening,â Your answer didnât change the expression upon his face, so you took it he wanted you to elaborate, âListening more to you than the record that is⊠I never knew you liked the blues, you never seem to play them when Iâve been in the car with you, orâŠ. around any of the other girls?â
He shook his head, âI donât think I would play them around anyone else.â
âHow come?â you questioned while your body moved to the edge of your bed to be a bit closer to him. There were still a few feet between you, but the empty space was filled with possibility.
âWell, princesaâ he brought his arm up to rest behind his head, âThereâs something about them- they feel more⊠special.â
You grinned a little, before your smile fell. You thought about the tragic lyricism of the album you were playing, the crying of the guitar. You hesitated before asking what had been on your mind. The two of you werenât seeing each other, as such, but after you had taken a job as a call girl for some extra money on the side to pay for your younger brotherâs college tuition, he had seemed to have taken a liking to you, always requesting you when his emotions got the better of him and he needed to let off some steam after an operation went wrong, or when the notorious Escobar case was heating up.
After a couple of months of this, you found yourself staying for longer and longer each night. The two of you lying in bed next to each other, sometimes enveloped in one of his muscular arms, as you listened to music and talked. He had opened up about his dangerous job once he knew he could trust you, and sometimes, even when you had the night off, you would receive a call from him. You werenât an informant, like so many of your coworkers before you, but you werenât just another fuck to get it all out of his system either. This was one of those evenings. The sun caressing the edge of Medellin, drowning the city in a hazy hue; threatening another humid night.
He continued, âTheyâre songs we listen to when I was a kid. They have a nostalgia element linked with them that just⊠I donât know⊠eases me, I guess. It makes me think about my mother, childhood, her and my father dancing in the kitchen on weekends.â He takes another drag of the almost finished cigarette before continuing his reminiscence. âI know you understand, I watch you close your eyes and really take in the melody, hermosa. It eases you too. I donât want to play it around others because⊠I don't want to mix the image of them with the image of you when weâre alone.â You found comfort in knowing the music meant something special to this usually cutoff and hardened man. They were some of your most beloved songs and it was an added bonus that your parents didnât mind the sound of them when they inevitably traveled through the thin walls. You managed to make something of the music and how it sat with you and that was your favorite part of being around him.
âI understand⊠Javier,â You hesitated again. He turned his head to meet your eyes once more. There was a sadness to them that you had been aware of, sure, but that you had never really looked into until now. âDo you think youâre a lonely person?â you whisper, deciding to just come right out and say what was on your mind.
He sighs heavily and you wonder if youâve made a mistake in asking him this deeply personal question. You begin to apologize before he cuts you off, âCarino, Iâve still got a lot living to do, I guess⊠I donât have much time to dwell on it, work takes up most of my time but⊠yeah,â He stood up from the couch and sat down beside you on the bed. He smiled at you for a quick second before laying his head in your lap and fixing his eyes on the ceiling again, âbut Iâve got plenty of love to dwell in, I just need to find a way to remember thatâ. You can tell he is thinking about his parents again as the song comes to an end and the next song starts. The guitar cries on.
You watched as his demeanor brightened as he closed his eyes, taking in the melody. His lips twitched into a small smile and his usual frown relaxed as he sunk into you slightly. If your face could glow anymore radiant itâd plaster a silhouette on your apartment wall.
The both of you settled in comfortable silence again as the tune carried around your apartment. You didnât think you had ever seen anyone so beautiful as the man lying in your lap, eyes closed. You gently raked your fingers through his hair, leaning back against your bed frame.
The sun was perfectly set now, and you could hardly see where he sat just moments ago on your creaky couch. Fleeting moments were contemptuous as they departed, but the present mended all resentment you had for goodbyes. You could see him. I could see his earnestness intertwined with the hard man he had molded into because of his dangerous job. How he hypothesized without fear of irresolution. And how he saw you for who you were, besides being a call girl. Besides being someone to call for a quickie. He saw you as an actual person, someone with interests and a childhood similar to his own.
âI think, you should stay tonightâ, you whispered into his hair, placing a gentle kiss on his crown before removing the cigarette from his lips to take a puff. He used the opportunity to lift himself up slightly and place an open-mouthed kiss to your lips, tongue intertwining with yours, the taste of cigarettes and a hint of whiskey filling your senses as you kissed him back, ardently. He cupped your chin, thumb moving to open your mouth slightly wider for a better taste before moving your legs out from under him and settling you at his side. You replaced the cigarette back in his lips.
âI think Iâd like thatâ, he replied without hesitation, eyes closing again as he laced a muscular arm around you and pulled you in to his bare chest. The blues played on as the two of you fell asleep entangled in each other.
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FFXIVWRITE 2024, PROMPT #8: SPONTANEOUS (Free Day) tw: none âą words: 797
performed or occurring as a result of a sudden impulse or inclination
It wasnât quite nighttime - not yet. The sun hung low in brightly coloured sky, brilliant hues of reds and yellows spilling out across the horizon as in a few hours, it would say itâs farewell. But it was still daytime, and Bites had a rather impulsive need to go fishing. And they did not want to fish alone.
They walked lazily, long, spiny tail swaying from side to side, as in one hand they carried a bait box, and the other, two fishing rods.
Dark eyes peered at the Inn before them, messy, fluffy hair getting a shuffle as Bites dipped their head to the side. Their friend was staying here, that they were sure of. And though the sun had yet to set, they were sure they wouldnât mind getting up a little early in order to spend some time together.
Their hand raised to the door, pushing it open as they passed to the counter in order to double-check the room number in which their friend was resting. Once confirmed, they continued on, up some stairs, and a right, before they came before the dark oak door. Locked.
Bites leaned to the side, long arms resting the bait box on the floor, as a curved nail was raised up, and inserted into the lock. After some wiggling around, they felt the soft click of the mechanism before pressing on the handle to open the door fully. They wouldnât mind.
Probably.
A grin found their lips as the door swung open, the sleeping form of their friend draped over the bed; dark scales with speckles of red that covered so much pale skin, wrapping around his back like a blanket, tousled white hair standing up in random points from his sleep. The curtains were drawn, no light in the room save for that which spilled out from the now open door.
Bites inhaled deeply, as purposefully heavy footsteps brought them over to the bed. They was usually low energy, a little more placid and calm - but sometimes, on occasion, they would let out this more playful side in the company of friends. âShuunnbaaaiii!â They were not shouting, but they were loud. Loud enough to almost rouse the man from his sleep.
âGet up! I want to go fishinâ!â The base of the fishing rods were raised up, coming to jab him lightly in the side. A large hand raised, swiping at the obnoxious intrusion upon his slumber with little grace or any real effort and a faint grumble was heard by forward facing horns. âCâmooon. Thereâs still some daylight left!â
âIâm sleeping, Bites⊠go awayâŠâ another grumble, more coherent, as the man shuffled on the bed to turn away from Bites and the prodding fishing rods.
The fishing rods were placed to the side, resting against the bedside table - the bait box still lingered by the slightly open door - and the Xaela came to pull on Shunbaiâs arm in order to roll him over. It took a bit of effort, they were strong. But this man was large.
â...pleeeaase, Shunbai⊠Enkh wonât go fishing with me! And Sebit is busy! Donât make me go sit all on my ownâŠâ The pleading was turned up, just a little. In truth Bites would not mind fishing on their own, but the nocturnal habits of Shunbai means it had been a few suns since they last hung out. And that would simply not stand.
Bites would lean against the bed, their grin visible, flashing fangs that had dug into this man's flesh on more than one occasion (out of affection⊠or frustration). Those same fangs which were now poised by his arm, an eyebrow raised up, letting out a soft âAahâ as if they were about to chomp down upon his scaled shoulder - it was one way of waking someone up. They were nicknamed Bites for a reason.
Squinting eyes glared at Bites now, lips pulled back over fangs as he gave another grumble.
â....fine.â
Bites jumped back up to stand with a wiggle of their tail, fluffy hair bobbing as fangs were hidden behind a big smile. They would never bite their friend to wake them up, no. Thatâs just cruel.
âYes! Get changed! Câmon! I brought you a rod, whoever catches the most fish doesnât have to cook them!â
Feet scampered to scoop up the fishing rods and head back towards the door, grabbing the bait box. They would give him some privacy, at least, in getting up and changed. Some.
Bites would appear back around the door on occasion to make sure Shunbai was actually getting up and making an effort to get changed, before slinking back around the doorframe once they were satisfied he was moving.
Theyâd make the early âmorningâ up to him.
Probably
ft. Shunbai @shadesofblades prompt picked by coffee also!
#ffxivwrite2024#ffxiv writing#// of histories and mysteries; ffxivwrite 2024#// my writing; prompts and stories#I had this ready since I knew it was gonna be a free day fuckin fight me
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Sisters
Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x fem!Reader
wc:1.8k
warnings: none :)Â
a/n: just easing back into this thing w a little fluffy sideshot to see what the vibes are.....
BWD AU
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Natasha sat in a small reading nook in the living room. She was intently reading a new novel that she picked up on a recent family trip to the local bookstore. A throw blanket covered her lap and she leaned into a mountain of pillows as the sun from the window cast a warm, gentle glow across her face. She was entirely enthralled by the story and lost herself in the world, effectively avoiding being distracted by the chaotic sounds that poured from the kitchen. The girls were helping you make dinner, which has become routine. Whenever the girls get curious about cooking, or want to do their version of helping, you make sure to make ample time to take things slow, and help them . It was a great opportunity to get more time to bond with them, and to have a front row seat to them making new discoveries and developing confidence.Â
Most days they did their tasks without problem. At times messy, but you got free entertainment out of their sometimes silly bumps in the road. But, today was challenging. Zara and Kali were constantly bickering; Your oldest being particularly annoyed by her sisterâs mere presence. You didnât want to interrupt the time that Natasha is taking to unwind, so you tried to calm the girls on your own but, a small part of you hoped she could come work her magic.Â
Kali had been sneaking little bites of the ingredients that you all had been prepping and this time, it was really bothering Zara.Â
âKali, weâre not gonna have any dinner to eat if you keep eating all of the food,â Zara reprimands.Â
Kali grabs another piece of the food from the counter and offers it to Zara, âWe share!â
âNo, put it back!â The oldest pointing to the cutting board as she raises her voice.
Kali, attempting to process the aggression, looks to you for help. âZ, itâs okay honey.â
âBut sheâs being annoying,â she whines.Â
Frankly, Kali has done worse. It was hard to wrap your mind around why this was bothering your oldest so much, âSheâs curious babe. Sheâs never tried tomatoes like this before. Would you like to do a different job?â
âNo, I just want her to do it the right way,â your oldest huffs.
âOkay. Remember if you want to teach your sister something you can calmly explain, or show her how but I need you to try your best not to yell, okay?â
âOkay,â she groans.Â
âThank you. Do you want to help me cut the cucumber or do you want to help me start mixing everything for the salad?â You ask, hoping that giving her options helps make her feel a little better.
âIâll cut,â you werenât surprised by her choice to do something individually.Â
âOkay you can do that and Kals you can help Mommy pour this in the bowl,â Zara begins to saw at the fruit with her child safe knife, creating different sized chunks.Â
âGood job baby,â you praise. You hand the small mason jar filled with the homemade dressing that youâd previously made. You point to the jar, âCan you pour this,â then the bowl, âin there?â
You pull the bowl just a bit closer as a precaution. Youâd been working on pouring with Kali recently. Sheâs gotten better the more youâve practiced over the months, but thereâs still progress to be made. She cautiously lifts the jar and begins to tilt it toward the big bowl. At first, sheâs successful, mainly pouring directly into the bowl.Â
âGood job,â you encourage. You didnât realize that you speaking to her would cause such a distraction. But, at the sound of your voice she looks up with a big bright smile on her face, shifting her hands causing the last of the dressing to pour out onto the counter. This mistake was obviously the last straw for Zara. She huffs and swiftly exits the kitchen with her arms crossed. She sits on the couch adjacent to where Natasha was reading and dramatically exhales as she plops down.Â
Natasha had noticed her demeanor as soon as she entered the room but decided not to respond quite yet, allowing Zara to try to process on her own first. But, mostly because she was so close to a really juicy reveal. But, the small girl huffs again, earning Natashaâs attention as she glances up from her book.Â
âCan I help you?â Natasha quirks a signature brow.Â
âIâm upset,â Zara stands up and moves in front of Natasha, her arms remaining crossed.
âWhatâs making you upset?â
âKali,â the child grimaces.
Natasha hums in acknowledgement, âHow did Kali make you upset?â She reaches for the child who eagerly climbs into her lap.Â
âWeâre trying to help Mommy cook but sheâs not being helpful and she keeps eating everything and making messes. I want her to do a better job,â she pouts.
âYouâre right, that can be really frustrating,â Natasha soothes
âI tried doing a good job but I canât because sheâs being crazy.â
âThatâs not very nice, love,â Natasha gently corrects.
âBut itâs true, mama!âÂ
âYou shouldnât call your sister hurtful names.â
âMy sister shouldnât do things to make me upset,â the child crosses her arms over her chest again.
Natasha pauses, amazed at the young girl's quick wit and how it is nearly a carbon copy of your own. âBut sheâs little. She needs us all to be patient with her and help her learn. She doesnât mean to make you upset, honey.â
Zara was quite stubborn. It always took a while for her to calm down. Now was no different, a deep frown remained etched onto her face. In an attempt to soothe her, Natasha ran her hand through the child's chocolate curls and pulled her into a sweet hug.Â
âIâm proud of you for communicating your feelings to mama. But, I want you to try to do the same with your sister, okay?â
âBut why,â she whines.
âBecause sheâs your sister and she needs you to explain things to help her understand right from wrong.â
âBut thatâs what Mommies are for!â
Natasha emits a raspy chuckle âI mean⊠yes. But, big sisters are just as important. Because little sisters want to be just like their big sisters. So you have to set a good example and be nice.â
âDoes Kali have to be nice?â
âYes, Kali has to be nice.â
âWhat happens when sheâs not nice?â She challenges.Â
âWhat happens when youâre not nice?â
âYou and mommy tell me to be nice. Or say sorry,â she sighs.
âMhm that, and we help you figure out what you could do differently next time, right?â
She nods as the furrow in her brow begins to fade away, âDo you have a sister?â
âAuntie Lena is my little sister.â
Her eyes bug out of her head, âReally?!â
âYes! Thatâs how sheâs your aunt silly.â
âAre you a nice big sister mama?â She bats her eyelids and regards Natasha with the biggest, brownest, most curious eyes. This moment becomes another stark reminder that sheâs responsible for molding two innocent little humans. Her girls hang on to every word, every action, as if she hung the moon and the stars. Her response to this question means everything.Â
âIâve said and done things to her before that werenât very nice and I think Iâve definitely hurt her feelings. But, thatâs because at that time I was only thinking about my own feelings. I didnât care that my actions hurt her feelings. But, Iâm very nice to her now. I try to be the best big sister I can be. Weâre best friends now.Â
âI thought I was your best friend,â Zara nearly gasps.
âYou are. So are Mommy and Kals.â Natasha shrugs.
âBut, you can only have one best friend,â the little girl objects.
âSays who!â
âThe rules!â
âMmm Iâve never heard that rule before so I can have as many best friends as I want,â Natasha boops Zaraâs nose.
âThatâs not how rules work mama!â She giggles.
âIt is if I say so,â she tickles her and the child ends up squealing and eventually allows her head to rest on her motherâs chest. Natasha kisses the crown of her head and nuzzles her nose into Zaraâs curls and deeply inhales the fruity scent of her shampoo. They enjoy this moment together. Zara revels in the opportunity to be close to her favorite person.
âCan I go play in my room with my toys?â The child breaks the comfortable silence.
âOf course. Can you give your sister a hug and a kiss first?â Natasha realizes she may be pushing it but is curious.
Zara hums as she contemplates what she wants to do, âSure.â
She untangles herself from the coziness of her mama to make her way back into the kitchen. You were practically done with dinner but you didnât want to interrupt Nat calming Zara down and Kali became a bit cranky at the idea of stopping. So, you were supervising her trying to cut cucumber with her child safe knife. As Zara entered the kitchen you simply smiled at her before noticing Natasha slowly trailing behind her. Zara stands behind the step stool, gaining the smaller childâs attention. Before Kali can fully turn her head, Zara embraces her and gives her a peck on the cheek.Â
âThatâs so sweet, Z. Do you want to help Mommy set the table?â
âNo thank you. Can I go play in my room until itâs dinner time?â
âYes but, weâre eating soon okay?â
She nods before climbing down and heading off to her room, catching the quiet âthank youâ that Natasha throws her way as she walks past. Natasha then approaches you. She wraps her arms around your waist from behind and rests her chin on your shoulder, her breath ghosting over the soft skin there.Â
âWhat was that about?â You ask under your breath.
âShe just had some not nice things to say about my princess,â Natasha shakes her head.Â
âYeah she was pretty frustrated when she left. I think sheâs having a bad day.â
âShe called Kaliâ, she stops herself to see if the girl was paying attention. When she notices that she was she changes what she was going to say, âCoo coo,â she chuckles.
You slightly giggle at Natasha censoring herself. Kali, ever the parrot, proving why you should try to refrain from swearing in front of them sings, âCoooo Coooo.â
She sports a proud smirk at making her moms laugh. Nat picks up the small child, the three of you still slightly giggling. âAre you coo coo?,â she jokingly asks the little one.Â
Kali turns to look at you and then back at Natasha, âYah,â sending the three of you into another fit of laughter.
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Hey, can I get uuuuhh, general fluffy headcanons for Bain and/or Wolf with a male reader who's also a heister. Thanks in advance !
Insert "Both? Both is good" GIF here.
For some of these, I had to give our heister a little personality or backstory, but I try to keep them generic so everyone can enjoy.
Bain:
Bain is tall. This is important because when he goes to hug his partner, he'll rest his head on his head.
He'll get Bain's soft beard nestled in his hair.
When they're cuddled together, he'll run his fingers through Bain's hair. It's one of Bain's favorite forms of physical, non-sexual, intimacy.
Bain brought him in because he realized that in a group of talented heisters, most of them were...a little rough around the edges. They needed someone who could talk. Someone who could bullshit. Someone who could charm.
This man is a known hustler, a tongue of silver and dashing good looks.
Bain brings him in, but absolutely professional. He realizes he finds the man attractive, but he doesn't make decisions about the gang base on his feelings.
Besides, the fact Bain found him attractive was a good thing, right? That means he was most likely a good choice.
Despite being a con man, the heister is actually a great crew mate with a fantastic sense of humor. He seems to actually care for the other members of the Gang and works seamlessly with most of them.
He and Bain start talking more and more. About the plans for heists. Simple, casual chatter during calm moments during the heists. And Bain starts to realize how much he enjoys his little chats.
Con man heister is the one to make the first move, because, let's be real, our boy Bain would just sit with his feelings forever.
Heister gets great joy out of making Bain tongue-tied with his charm. He thinks there is nothing cuter than watching a man obsessed with control, lose said control over a playful bout of flirting.
As the relationship progresses, it would feel like a battle for control. Both men are talented heisters, each with their own unique skills. Men like that aren't ones to let the other get a leg up.
But it's mostly in good fun, because at the end of the day, Bain is actually a very caring partner. He will give a lot of his time and energy to making sure his partner is safe and happy.
Sometimes too much. Bain is also a man who pushes himself way too hard.
A good way to lure Bain into relaxing is food. The man has to eat. So if our heister makes or obtains a delicious meal, he can lure Bain away from his constant planning and worrying. Even if only for a bit.
Wolf:
As Wolf first starts developing feelings, he is freaked out.
He hasn't even considered the idea of finding a romantic partner because, well, heist life.
But as they go on heists together, he can't help but notice that his eyes keep looking over at this man.
"He is a goddamn grown man, he shouldn't get butterflies in his stomach while sitting next to him in the van," his thoughts would yell at him.
But he does.
Wolf is not subtle.
Like, the second he realizes he has these weird feelings, it becomes super obvious. Our awkward boy dials the awkward up to 11.
Heister finds it really cute. Wolf's awkward words and movements show our heister exactly how nervous Wolf is around him.
Heister would approach Wolf during one of his little awkward times and say something along the lines of, "You know, I don't need fancy words if you want to ask me out on a date. And I'll go ahead and answer the question anyway, 'It sounds great. Something quiet, yeah? How about drinks in my room?'"
While this would absolutely short-circuit Wolf, he would genuinely appreciate how the heister seemed to understand the chaos and panic that was going on in his head.
Over time, Wolf relaxes around him. Heister doesn't magically fix the chaos in Wolf's mind, but he quiets it. Like a weighted blanket.
Which in turn, turns into heister laying on Wolf, or pressing his weight against him when they cuddle or snuggle. His weight providing a sense of security and grounding.
I jotted down an idea I had while super sleep-deprived, while forgetting this was for Bain x Male!Heister and Wolf x Male!Heister and not Bain/Wolf. But I liked it, so bonus headcanon:
Bain would be weirdly defensive if other heisters are mean to Wolf.
(Because let's be real, everyone basically just openly talks about how crazy Wolf is. Whether he is right there or not.)
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A Change
Marc Spector X GN!Reader
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Summary: Marc always takes care of you, and always takes the lead in bed. Today, you think it's time for a change of pace when he looks like he needs to be taken care of in return.
Warnings: smut, reach around hand-job, subby?Marc? lots of praise, moon titties, Marc's lil tum tum I love soooooo much, lil bit sad Marc but we make it better.... uh I think thats it. enjoy
A/N i tried to make this gender neutral but I am a cis woman so sometimes this is my default, but I'm actively trying to change my one shots to make them more accessible. if i missed anything that got in the way of imersability, please let me know
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Marc Spector looked like hell. Well, that wasnât entirely true, he looked beautiful, as always.
But he looked like he had been through hell, dragged through kicking and screaming. Again.Â
âBaby?â You ask, getting up from the couch. âWhatâs wrong, Marc?â
He shook his head, leaning into your touch as he closed his eyes. âDonât really wanna talk about it, I left it at the door. Donât wanna bring it into our homeâ
âOkayâ You whisper, holding his stubbled face. âI want you to be open with me, I love you, this is a partnershipâ You spoke softly, never wanting to pressure him.
âI know,â He nodded. âCan we talk tomorrow? Maybe go on a walk? I donât want to associate that with our house, Iâm serious about that.â
âOf course, my love. Have you ate today baby?â
He nods, rolling his shoulders. âYeah, I grabbed a burger, you?â
âYeah, I ateâ You guide him towards the bathroom âWhy donât you shower, okay?â
âYeahâ Marc managed to breath out, exhausted.
You hear him start the shower and scramble to get everything ready. You toss the flannel pjâs he swore heâd never wear but ended up being his favorites (with matching fuzzy socks), a throw blanket and a fluffy towel in the drawer. You start the tea in the kettle and get yourself into pajamas as well. When the shower stops, you call into the shower âDonât dry off yet baby!â And you bring him the warm towel, keeping everything else drying.Â
When you brought him the warm towel to where he stood naked in the rub, Marc looked at you like no one had ever shown him an ounce of kindness in his life. âDry yourself off and come to the living roomâÂ
He toweled off, trailing after you into the âliving roomâ of the studio apartment. He marveled at the sight of you bent over to the dryer. You take out the pjs and socks to hand to him, and he smiles softly at you, eyes full of love and adoration as he dresses, your big, tough, fist of vengeance wearing fuzzy purple socks.
Marc wraps his arms around you, his cheeky little hands settling at your ass. âWhat did I ever do to deserve you?â His words were rhetorical, but his tone was so soft, you knew there was some real question there.
âYou existâ You kiss his lips, taking his hand and pulling him to the bed.
He hesitates âBabeâŠâ
You turn to him, concerned. âWe donât have to do anything, baby.â
Marc ran the show in bed. He always listened to you, of course, but in general he set the pace, and you did as you were told, but right now he seemed like he needed to be taken care of.
He shook his head, smiling but tired. âNo, I do, but⊠Iâm just tired, is it okay if we take it easy tonight?â He kissed you deeply. âI really, really want you, but⊠slower?â Sex with Marc was usually a work out. A marathon sometimes, sweaty and wet and heated. He was asking for slow, calm, loving.
The roles felt so⊠reversed, but you were happy to take care of him, happy to protect and reassure him. âI had another idea, actuallyâŠâ You sit at the bed, back up against the bedpost, patting between your spread legs. Marc smiles, starting to crawl between you, looking like heâs going to eat you out, and you close up, giving him a tsk tsk tsk. âNot like that, sit up against me, pretty boyâÂ
Marc looked confused, but did as he was told, sitting with his back against your chest. You began slowly, wrapping your arms around his board waist, nestling your face into his neck and hair. âI love you so much, Marc, you know that, right?â
âY-yesâ He was melting to your touch.
You begin to explore his body over the warm flannel pajamas, feeling his strong arms and dipping your hands under the top of his clothes to feel his tummy. âLove you so fucking much, Marcâ
âMMmmmmâ was all he replied, his tense body relaxing.
You reach down over his pants, and feel his semi-hard cock, palming the outline with the soft material. âSo fucking big, love feeling you in my hand.â Once he was fully hardened, you grab the lubricant on the nightstand, rubbing it on your hand before taking his dick out, feeling his chest at the same time.
The sound that escaped Marc as you coordinated the first stroke with your other hand groping at his tit, it was loud and fucking feral.
When you looked at his face, smiling, he looked embarrassed, but you took his mouth in your, practically inhaling him. âFuck baby, keep making those soundsâ You keep stroking him, feeling his body writh in your grasp.
âGod, baby, you, you are, f-fuckâ He threw his head back onto your shoulder and you sucked possessive hickies into his neck.
As you began playing with the tip and balls, his chest rose and his legs started shaking, and you wrap your legs around his, pinning them to the bed as you lessen the stimulation. âNot yet, babyâ you scolded, catching a peak of his strained face as he came down from the edging.
âYouâre so meeeeaannâ He whined, but chuckled.
You kiss him on the cheek, running your fingers through his thick hair as you continue pumping him painfully slow. âI know babyâ You unbutton his flannel, leaving his chest open bare to you and admiring the way his stomach folded just a bit at his bent angle.
âYouâre just getting revengeâ He joked, breath hitching as you swipe your thumb over the sensitive tip. Marc loved to edge you.
âI would neverâ You were, a little bit. You took out your vibrator from the drawer. âCan I try this?â You squeeze his thick thighs, appreciating every inch of him. âWanna make you feel goodâ
âBabyâ He said, exasperated, âYou can do anything if you let me comeâ
You chuckle, turning it on âNot yet, Marcâ You run the vibrating toy over his cock, finding that he really really, really, liked when you swiped it along the large vein on the underside.
âGod! God, f-FUCK! Jesus christ, I love you, I love you, I love you, fuck b-baby, love you sâmuchâ Marc began babbling, thoroughly unraveling for you.
He started bucking again, testing the strength of your legs hold on him. You turn off the vibrator to the loud groan out of his mouth. âIâm sorry, Iâm sorry, I know, last time, I promiseâ You kiss him, taking a moment to let go of his dick to allow yourself to just feel him, breathe him in, exist with him. "You're doing so good, baby, so fucking good pretty boy"
Marc had other plans. He went to go grab his own cock, but you grab his arms, pulling them back. âAht, aht, ahtâ You kiss him. âLet me take my time with youâ
âO-okayâ He relaxes.
You begin working him again, slow and strong, whispering praises in his ear. âMy strong man, always protecting me, protecting our city, taking care of meâ You kiss under his ear, and kissed all around his face that he turned to you, desperate for affection as you played with his balls. âAlways making me feel so good, fucking me so good with your fat cockâ
âBabyâŠâ He began bucking his hips up again. âBaby please, pleaseâ He begged for you to let him cum this time, a refreshing change from your whimpers as he edged you for hours.
âYou like that, baby? You like when I touch you?â
âY-yes, love youâ He began fucking your hand, and this time you let him, let him chase his high.
âPretty boy, my pretty boy, so fucking handsome, so fucking perfectâ You play with his chest, feeling his hard nipples and the flesh that surrounds them, marveling at his soft and strong body that you were so blessed with. You watched as his chest heaved and his back arched, and you whispered âcome for me baby.â
legs shaking, the moans that left his mouth were sinful and loud, ending in a practical whine as he came onto your hand, his warm hot semen coating your hand and spurting over his stomach and you whispered good boy, stroking him through his orgasm. Marcâs body writhed in your grasp as you continued praising him, the orgasm hard and heavy after being edged twice, and he melted into your arms loving grasp like slipping into a bubble bath; content.Â
You let him lay there for a moment, Marc occasionally twitching as you continued to feel his body, and cradle his head as it rested on your lap until the kettle blew. You began to stand up with a kiss to his head, but he grabbed your arm. âBaby, stay, please?â His large eyes begging you, his fucked out and desperate expression looking more like Steven after you were finished with him.Â
âIâll be right back, mi tesoroâ You made him tea, sweet and sugary just like he pretended he didnât want, and took the blanket out of the dryer where it had been warming all this time. You hand the tea to Marc, clean him up with a wipe, and snuggle up next to him under the warmth of the blanket. âYou feel better?â
Marc pulled you into him, and you see he rebuttoned his shirt, looking utterly domestic. He wrapped his arm around you, coaxing you to nestle your head on the flannel. Even after that, he was still your big, strong man, and you were his to love and protect. âI feel much better.â
âAnd you liked that? It wasnât too much or anything?â You ask him, like he always asks you.
âIt was perfect, you were perfectâ He finished his tea, setting the mug down and relaxing down to lay on the bed you shared. You held you close onto him. âI love, you know that right?â
You kiss his chest. âI could never doubt it, Marc.â
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I would like to apologize to my friend @my-secret-shame who i promised after I finished Seattle, I'd write part 2 to Fuck you Like an Animal.... and i did... Well i started... but I got this idea and I really just wanted to treat my comfort character right <3
anyway I hope you all liked this! If you did, be sure to check out my masterlist full of other Marc Spector content. Gonna plug a fic that FLOPPED so maybe you'd like to check it out, Marc Spector: Angel, Knight, Protector: just be sure to read the warnings
Love you all
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If you could some Aurora? Little or cg dealerâs choice she wasnât on your list so sorrg if that was for a reason
she wasn't on my list because i just forgot sgfaahs shes on there now. i did write a little something but if it feels off im very sorry, i suck at writing the ghoulettes in general
Aurora didnât drop often. It happened very rarely, but for her it wasnât caused by insane amounts of stress or flashbacks or anything bad. Sometimes the ghoulette just needed to let her mind go and spend some peaceful, happy time in that fuzzy headspace. She was able to make herself drop, getting into the mood with specific things, doing specific things. Cumulus was a great help, then, her soft presence always able to calm everyone down and provide comfort no matter the circumstances.
That morning Aurora had woken up alright, well rested, but there was a slight nagging in the back of her brain. Something she had recognized as her body asking her to let her mind go, float for a bit.
After breakfast she had asked Cumulus if she had time to spend some with her, to take care of her if she let herself slip. The older ghoulette smiled at her softly and kindly and told her that of course she had time for her.
Not long after that, Aurora was held by Cumulus in her soft-as-as-cloud bed as they watched some cartoons about princesses in pretty dresses. Aurora was comfortable and fuzzy, but not fully dropped. Theyâd get her there, but they were in no rush.
Cumulus had helped her dress in her soft, pink jammies and braided her hair into two braids with pink ribbons at the end, all while speaking to her in a way that made the young ghoulette feel safe and able to let her mind go. She was safe with Cumulus, sheâd take care of her and protect her.
âHow are you feeling, my little princess?â Cumulus asked her at some point, between two episodes of whatever it was that they were watching.
ââm okay,â Aurora mumbled, âbut âm not really⊠not fully down.â
âDo you want me to help some more to get you there?â
âYes, please.â The ghoulette nodded as she cuddled further into Cumulusâ embrace.
She reached out with her tail to turn off the cartoon and push her laptop away before curling himself some more around the little thing in her arms. âWould you like your soother, birdie?â
Aurora nodded again and Cumulus dug out the soother in question. It wasnât frequently used but she had prepared. It was pink and purple, with some glittery swirls, and Aurora adored it. Cumulus put it up against her lips and she took it, her mind getting just that little bit more fuzzy when the rubber settled in her mouth. It was comforting even when she wasnât fully dropped and small enough to really need it to be calm.
âThere we go, sweet little princess,â Cumulus cooed as Aurora kicked up a tiny, sweet content purr, snuggled close to her chest. Her eyes werenât heavyânot yetâbut she closed them anyway, soaking up the comfort that the older ghoulette provided.
She pulled up a soft, fluffy blanket to wrap it tightly around Aurora and tuck it just under her chin to keep her all nice and warm. After adjusting their position slightly, Cumulus started humming quietly. Aurora knew the melody but she couldnât put a name on it.
She was slowly and calmly getting fuzzier and sleepier, the only thing in her mind being comfort. She was nearly asleep when she felt herself gently descend all the way down, feeling all small and content in the arms of the older ghoulette with her singing softly into her ear.
Aurora fell asleep, but before her consciousness fully floated away, she heard Cumulus break her little song and murmur, âGet some sleep, birdie. Iâve got you.â
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Morning, Sunshine!
Are you reading this just as you wake? Or getting ready to hit the sack? Either way, you light up my world, so I'm gonna kick off these letter thingies like this! Darkness ain't a thing when you're on my mind!
Aww, I got kinda sappy. But shhh, keep it on the down-low, alright? I am a total tough cookie. A badass oni-cookie!
I'm gonna write to you every day when you're away. So, if this ever bugs you, you better keep me closer.
Look, the thing is, I know you want to paint instead of burying your pretty face in books. So, I thought, maybe I could paint your beautiful smile in a way only this Oni-king can? So, what do ya say? Do you want to hear a story?
There was once a tarantula, living alone and minding her business in a dark corner.
If you were a little critter, what do you think you would be? You look all soft and fluffy like a moth, and strong and fierce like a big ol' tarantula. Yeah, I know, it's weird. They're both bugs, but you remind me of a mix of both.
What?! But tarantulas are beautiful and elegant! And it's not all about looks. They're calm and quiet like you, but will attack if threatened. And... Yeah, I think it's still a compliment.
I'm my own sorta of spider, ain't I? I weave words into a web that catches a cutie like you!
I'm sorry, that was bad. Hahaha.
Anyway! I was telling you a story.
The little tarantula was a pretty tough girl, but sometimes even the best of us wish we had someone to talk to and share our troubles. So, this little spider decided to give herself a little challenge: she'd use her skills to make two gifts, and then offer them to the first person she met.
The first gift was a fluffy blanket of her finest silk, soft as soft can be... and the other was the most fiddly poison.
Well, the first person that met little Miss Tarantula took the bait of the soft, fluffy blanket, thinking it was the greatest gift ever given. So, he went back to her cozy corner, tucked himself into the blanket and was lulled to sleep, never to wake upâŠ
But, the second person to meet up with her... chose the bite. And even if it made them sweat and shake and want to scream, it cured them all of their woes and worries. They could finally live free, free of all fear and pain.
The point is, sometimes what appears as the greatest thing ever isn't really what you need; what you need isn't always what it looks like. It's about making a choice between what looks like the most comforting, perfect thing in the world, or picking something scary but necessary to move forward.
It's about knowing what you really need and making that call, not settling for something just because it looks safe. I get that, y'know? I get it, Sunshine.
I am not angry or sad because you left.
You didn't want to make that choice... But you did, didn't you? You took the bite. I know you're worried about whether we made the right call. But I have no doubts.
I'm proud of ya. You're brave, for leaving everything you know and choosing to honor your Vision.
Listen, the distance is hard on both of us, no doubt about it. But you, me, us? We got this. There ain't nothing keeping us apart. Not when our bond is this strong.
After all, if you were not strong enough to take the bite, you would never choose to date me either. So I am glad this is who you are.
It ain't everyone's jam to date an Oni, y'know? But it's the rough parts of me that make you laugh and get excited, isn't it? Like the first time you met me and I showed you my collection of beetles, and they started crawling all over you. But anyways, I'm rambling.
The thing is, the tarantula from that story? Yeah, I donât like her a bit.
That little spider was trying to trick that second person into showing trust, right? That's why she did that whole âbite or blanketâ routine. It was almost like she cared about what people thought more than making her own choices.
You and I, we choose to be vulnerable to each other, no matter what. I'm never afraid to admit my fears or to tell you when I'm feeling hurt or upset. And you can always tell me what's bothering you, so we can work together and figure it out. Right?
I gotta tell ya, I was scared, too, when I knew you had to leave. I was worried sick that once you got settled with your new studies, you'd forget all about me.
It's just my paranoia, y'know? It's the thought that I'll wake up one day, and you'll suddenly tell me about a more attractive, more... polished guy you met at school. And... that you wouldn't want to be with the guy with the horns and the fangs after all.
Even just writing about it makes me sick to my stomach, it's just-
Do you think I'm too rough around the edges for you? Am I holding you back?
I mean, you're a smart person going off to a big school and learning so much, and what do I bring to the table? A big heart? A loud mouth? It just feels like there's something inside you that needs much more than what I can offer.
I am not like that tarantula at all. That's cuz I'm me. I don't need to try to trick people or test them to make them take a bite from me. What you see is what you get from me.
And what I offer you is love, Sunshine. A love you wouldn't have to look hard to find. I wouldn't try to trick ya into showing you my affection. I can be rough, or I can be gentle, but it's always honest.
All your quirks, your insecurities, your talents, I would love every bit of it. And I would do my best to keep your chin up when you're feeling down. I wanna be the one you come to with good news, and the one who comforts you when you're feeling lonely. And most of all, I want to make you smile.
You're gonna do great. You'll make new friends and make all these dreams of yours come true. You'll keep growing, learning, taking the risks you want to take. If it ever gets tough, remember, I'm right here. I'll be your comfort cushion, your warm blanket. I'll be whatever you need, right? Just tell me, and I'll be there, okay?
I guess in the end, it's just about showing your heart, no tricks or tests, no tests or traps... Just being honest and loving, huh? Heh, and it ain't so complicated after all. But hey, if you'll allow it, please accept this gift.
The softest blanket ever: my strong arms!
You can always count on me. Even if I'm far away, it's so easy to make it feel like I'm holding you in my arms all over again.
Just remember... I will never, ever let you walk alone.
Arataki âhorns over heels for youâ Itto
#genshin arataki#genshin fluff#arataki itto x y/n#arataki itto x you#arataki x reader#arataki itto#genshin impact#genshin impact x reader#genshin x reader#genshin imagines#long distance relationship#love letters#tooth rotting fluff#genshin fluffy#outworld letters
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Hello lovelies! Iâm so sorry for my lack of fanfics these last weeks, but I assure you that once itâs summer and all of my final exams are over, Iâll be able to post a lot more!
So I just decided to post this little Marcy drabble, before I continue working on some of my longer requests<3
(I have some reallyyy old requests that I havenât finished yet, but Iâll get to them I promise)
She/her for the reader
~Marcy Wu x fem!reader
Romantic movies~
I were sitting on my couch with my girlfriend, Marcy. We had been planning a sleepover for such a long time now, and the day had finally come!
âHey Mar-mar?â I turned to look at her.
âYeah, N/n?â She responded, looking up at me.
âCould you head over to the kitchen and fetch us some popcorn, while I pick out a movie?â I asked her as I slightly tilted my head to the right.
âYeah of course! You know what type of movies I like~â Marcy giggling as she pecked my cheek, before standing up and making her way to the kitchen.
I giggled slightly to myself as I watched her walk away. God, she was just so cute sometimes, I sighed lovingly, before remembering that I actually had to find something for us to watch.
After a little bit of a scavenger hunt, I finally found the remote behind a couple of pillows at the very edge of the sofa. I clicked the on button as the TV lights sprung to life, before I started searching for a movie. Maybe âLord of the Ringsâ? No, we watched that last time. How about âThe Shiningâ? No, Marcy is kind of a scaredy-cat, haha. I continued to search a bit more, my eyes skimming through the different covers, as I heard Marcy roaming around in the kitchen, until one particular movie finally caught my attention. âFrom up on poppy hillâ, a studio Ghibli movie, and⊠a romantic movie. I blushed slightly at the thought as I smiled. This is perfect! Marcy loves Ghibli movies and this is a chance for us to have a romantic couple moment! I said to myself with a determinant look on my face. We. Will. Cuddle.
âHey Y/n!â Marcy suddenly said as she returned with a big bowl of popcorn.
âMarcy!â I said, startled, as I hadnât herd her coming. âI um.. I picked out a movie!â I said with a nervous smile as Marcy turned to face the TV.
âA love movie?â She looked at me with a small blush covering her features.
âY-yeah, we can pick out something different if you donât wanna watch it, I just thought that-â
âHey hey, itâs ok!â The back haired girl giggled a bit as she calmed me down with a sweet smile.
âI absolutely love that movie and I would love to watch it with youâ she said as she looked away from my eyes, slightly smiling.
I sat there in silence as I looked at her, before I captured her in a big bear hug.
âAwwwh sweetie! You really wanna watch a love film with me? Your too cute~â I smirked as I laughed.
Marcy burrowed her face into my chest with a whine, clearly embarrassed, as I laughed even more.
In the end, me and my girlfriend ended up hugging each other close under one of my moms big and fluffy blankets on the couch. Marcy even rested her head on my shoulder as she gave me random fun-facts about the movie from time to time. Tonight couldnât have been more perfect.
I felt like this little scenario actually turned out really cute! Sorry itâs so short though, but I really need more sleep đ„Č
#amphibia#fanfic#cartoon#amphibia x reader#amphibia x y/n#marcy wu#marcy wu x reader#marcy wu x yn#amphibia fic#romance#fluff#cuddles#movie date#drabble#marcy x reader#marcy regina wu#amphibia marcy#fluff scenario#cute#studio ghibli
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Had a very sore throat yesterday and I thought that was the only thing wrong but then I spent the whole night shivering with a headache and now trying to eat breakfast I feel like shit đ« đ« Any fluffy thoughts you could offer to a struggling soul? đđ
Sounds like a fever to me, at the very leastđ
I hope you'll recover soon enough! Can you relax at home this weekend?đ
Let's see... I like the idea that Silver sometimes goes back to the future even when living with Espio in the past, just to check on things and ensure nothing is amiss there. He's got his little living spot tucked away at the edge of the city and it's all nice and calm... but it doesn't take him very long to start missing the past again. And once that begins to happen, he'll just throw himself right back in time to return to the Chaotix and tell Espio everything is totally okay.
Also at two at night, if he so desires.
Thus, Espio keeps getting startled awake in the dead of night by Silver wringing himself underneath the blankets to say hello. He appreciates it greatly, but it makes his sleep schedule suffer a little bit, haha. Silver for his part probably didn't sleep so much that night either, so he can at least catch up a little on some hours of rest, and therefore they don't need to wake up so early the next morning. And he's always got nice stories to tell about the future and what he saw, which Espio loves listening to.
I also wonder what kinds of gadgets Silver could take with him from the future? In the Riders series, his Extreme Gear is noted to probably be from the future because it uses unknown materials. I imagine he and Espio will spend quite some time fiddling with all the smart watches and tablets and toys and stuff Silver can get his hands on! The most technologically decked-out and developed people in the world at that point are two detectives living in a run-down agency and they're the only two that know it <3 It's their little secret!
And maybe Espio will sometimes go along with Silver to the future, to see what it's like and how his beloved's world is. I imagine a good future is very happy and idealistic, with much nature and technology being used for the good of mankind and the environment alive. It makes them both happy, that this is the world they will live towards together and are actively working on creating every day.
#I'm also ill actually that's why I'm not active here so much#I figure it is stress but who knows...#silver the hedgehog#espio the chameleon#espilver
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DNI: NSFW/kink, anti-agere, anti-lgbtqia+, racism, ableism, maps/pedos, and any other bigotry.
Intro to me!
Iâve realized, Iâve never properly introduced myself on this blog, so hereâs a little bit about me.
Hello, for now, please call me Gremlin. I am a trans man and xenogender; my pronouns are he/him/xe/xem. Iâm about to be 18, though 0-2 while regressed.
Iâm hoping for this page to the a safe place for all, and while age regression forward, I do want to showcase who I am as a person as well.
I love cats, and forensics, books, especially mystery, and Iâm a huge weeb. Iâm obsessed with anime (aizawa from bnha/mha is my comfort character) and dnd, one day hope to start cosplaying as well. I will be starting school for forensic sciences, though I hope to pursue my passion and one day open a photography business. I love music and my tastes are all around. One day I hope to live in a small village in a little cottage home, with cats, and a reading nook, filled with endless books, and maybe a small garden as well. I dream for a simple and calm life. Oh! And I love naps. Really love naps. And sea pancakes (stingrays).
However, while this blog with showcase my regression and interests (like cats), it will not always be sunshine and rainbows. I want this to be a safe and comforting place for people of all kinds, but setting that expectation isnât realistic. I am a person who is autistic, and will struggle with sensory issues, meltdowns, nonverbal episodes, among other things. I also have adhd, ocd, ptsd, depression and really bad anxiety. I have chronic pain, hyper mobility, sh issues and am borderline on an eating disorder. Life is hard and I hope that by sharing my struggles I can help others to not feel alone in what they may go through.
I am always looking for friends, someone who is honest, kind, accepting and loyal. If anyone would be interested, send me a cat photo in dms!
Also, I am looking for a cg, though I would like to start as friends, build a connection, before moving forward. I would also hope for my cg to one day be my partner. I would love someone patient, kind, gentle, and who would make me feel safe.
If that is something youâd be interested or just wanna know a little more about smol me:
-I love cuddles. Once Iâm comfy Iâm super attached and love to be held, rocked, an coddled. Also one of my biggest comforts is being rocked while being gently pat on the butt, similar to how youâd sooth a baby.
-Iâm not very verbal. Most often I speak in gestures, or gurgles.
-Iâm a easy but sensitive baby. My regression isnât often voluntary and isnât always pretty, so sometimes feelings can be a lot, but once you know me, my needs are very straightforward.
-I am VERY little. Often I will be in babyspace which requires more attention. I use bottles, wear diapers, pacis, and sleep a lot.
-Anime. Studio Ghibli movies and certain anime are huge comforts. I also love the owl house and in the night garden.
-Stuffies. I love them so much. My comfort stuffie is practically always with me.
-Sensory. Iâm super sensitive sensory wise, so I love gentle stimulants. Big soft wooden blocks, soft rattles, crinkles, chewies, soft music, fuzzy pjs, fluffy blankets etc⊠also big comfies
Umm there may be more but I canât remember atm. Always have a great day lovelies! Be safe, eat food, drink water, take a nap and some time for yourself. I love you all.
#agere#babyre#sfw#stuffies#agere blog#anime#cats#actually autistic#sfw agere#autism#adhd#anxeity#aizawa shouta#looking for a cg#looking for a little
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Friskriel Week Day 4
Day 4: First Kiss
"How could you do something like this?"
Now some could consider this kind of question to be harsh, but the calmness of the voice chased away any thought of that happening. The vibrant yellow eyes looked over the state of the pale looking girl lying down on the mattres beside him. The lady sheepishly smiled and sorta sunk down deeper into the fluffy blankets surrounding her. Even if she didn't have awet towel on her forward or pale cheeks hed still be concerned about her, it was just a habit of his. He couldn't help it-
"I mean-...It was just a little rain-"
He scoffed. "A little? Frisk-" He gestered to the bed. "You got a fever and sound like a walrus drowning in quick sand. Thank goodness you had cold medicne." She gave off a nervous chuckle that ending in another round of coughing and him raising an eyebrow."My point proven."
"I-I...was only trying to help."
The guilt and puppy eyes she naturally gave off whenever she thought anyone was upset with her made him suck in a breif inhale of air. It was hard to be mad at her in general.....but the things she got herself into! He sometimes wondered how she could do these things but he guessed it came from her naturally caring personality. It was both a blessing and a curse.
"I-I really d-didnt mean to- *cough* get s-s-sick." She attempted to give off a bigger smile which ending in more coughing.
She would admit it now, it was kinda a dumb idea trying to bring in supplies while it was raining like crazy. She was only trying to help restock really low supplies, but no good deed goes unpunished down here I guess.
The goat monster sighed and reached up his hands to rub the end of his nose. "Well...hopefully you'll get better in no time."
"Yeah...Temmie offered to help with some things-" The small growl that came from the deer made her stop for a moment.
"Trust me when I say that i am quite capable of helping you much for efficiently than a fake-love struck pup. The last thing you need is him nagging you as you're trying to recover-"
He paused when he felt something grab his arm and when he looked down, the sight of a smiling human holding his arm with a gentle grip. He sorta froze at the gesture and slightly widened his eyes.
"I know...and-" Her hand slowly came up to cup the other side of his face. Still frozen as still as a statue, it was easy for her to lean him over from his sitting position on the bed side and gently placed a quick peck on his cheek."Thank you."
In an instant his cheeks blew up a bright pink across his face and after a few seconds his brain seemed to finally restart when he quickly leaned back up into a sit up position.
"Of Course." His voice came out in a strange sqeauky pitched voice. "If You Need anything, Im happy to help!"
"W-Well...Another b-blanket wouldn't hurt."
The speed at which he stood up and starting to the door wasn't surprising. "YeS! B-b-BE Back s-SHORTly!"
"Oh....ok."
She sat there and watched as the flustered goat made his way out of the room and into the hallway outside. Waiting herself for a few moments before slowly laying back down into her bed, slowly reality caught up and as before she dipped down into the blankets but this time covering her whole face and making a small whine sound.
She really had it bad didnt she?
-10 minutes later-
Hesitant steps came down the hallway back down towards the bedroom. A blanket resting under one arm. The footsteps soon stopped in front of one door on the right and the boy paused. It took a moment before he was able to reach a hand up to knock on the door.
"Frisk?", a voice forced out almost a whisper. No one answered so he knocked again a bit louder. ...Still nothing. So he gently grabbed ahold of the door knob and turned. "Frisk? I-I brought the extra blanket you-"
"....Oh."
The dark room made it hard to see but he could make out the sleeping figure over in the corner. Her chest rose and fell slowly in her sleep and a smile was present on her sleeping face. He hesitated for a moment, but decided it was best to keep his promise of getting her the extra blanket she asked for. So slowly stepping in, he gently closed the door behind him with a soft click-
He froze when she made a groaning noise but she didnt wake up, only buried her head halfway under the blanket. He sighed in releif before silently walking up to the bed, taking the blanket in both hands he flung it out. Then over the bed in the air. It gently floated down until it drapped over her sleeping form.
He stared down at the sleeping form of her for a moment, before gently smoothing the wrinkles out from the covers-
".....Asriel?"
He froze. .....Slowly his eyes shifted up towards the bedframe. A pair of brown eyes blinked back up sloppily at him, wild brown bed head around her face.
"What are you doing?"
"Oh. I..Uh-" He quickly pulled himself away from the bed embarrassed and cleared his throat. "I-I-I was just delivering t-the blanket you wanted. *ahem* ....I-Im sorry if I woke you."
She blinked at him for a moment, before shifting her eyes down to her body. Indeed a new blanket was over her. .....She then looked back to him with a smile that made his heart skip a beat.
"It's ok. I don't mind."
"I- uh-....." God he could feel his cheeks growing more pink by the second. Her eyes and smiled always seemed to make him weak in the knees. Luckily he new exactly what to do- "W-Well I-I-Ill let you get back to sleep-"
He froze when something grabbed his hand. He soon found out what when Frisk, now slightly sitting up in bed pulled him back a little more.
"Um- Hey. W-Would you mind if we-..." Her eyes shifted to the side. Wait. Did she sound nervous? "Cu-.. Cuddle? Y-Yknow. J-Just as friends! I-Im s-still pretty cold from the rain and I thought- ..."
"Uuuuhh-" His eyes went back to them still holding hands.
" I-I mean. I-Its ok if y-you don't want to. " She let go of his hand-
"What?! NO NO!" She froze when he regrabbed her hand and looked back into his eyes. He seemed to freeze for a moment himself. "I-....I mean I d-don't mind it. I just...Im not sure if you would want to."
...She smiled. "Well I wouldn't have asked if I wasn't ok."
"Oh. W-Well...Who am I t-t-to deny a request from a friend?"
She smiled again, before shifting over to make room for another, patting the spot next to her. He hesitated for a moment but gulped down what worries he had left and slowly lifted the blankets, before climbing in. He sat there for a moment un sure, but his face lit up like a million christmas lights when he felt Frisk reassuringly huddle up against his side. He swallowed, hard, before allowing himself to lay back and lay a shaking arm around her. In response she shifted to lay into him more and sighed in comfort.
It looked like she wasn't the only one who had it bad. Frisk was getting more and more tired by the second but decided to be polite in her heavily sleeping state and sat back up making him look at her.
"Asriel?"
"Y-Yes- HMPH!!"
"Thank you."
Blurred by her sleep. Frisk mistakingly gave him a peck on the lips instead of the cheek but she didn't notice as she laid back down against him as he just sat there long ears and face jaw dropped and a bright pretty pink color.
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