#they deserve soft cuddles with spoon

[boulderpunchinglover]

Bakugou as your boyfriend ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི₊ ⊹

Boyfriend! Bakugou is wrapped around your finger. When you guys are out shopping, he will pay for everything you want. If you tell him that he doesn't have to do that, he will still buy everything for you. "Shut up... you deserve this and more." Bakugou always feels the need to spoil the one he loves the most(AKA you).

Boyfriend! Bakugou loves to cuddle with you. He prefers being the big spoon and holding your hand from behind. He loves holding you and knowing that you're there for him. He also likes it when you lay on his chest, where you could hear his heartbeat. He'll be the little spoon sometimes but, only when he's doing bad emotionally and needs your comfort.

Boyfriend! Bakugou is a lot softer than one would expect. He has several nicknames for you: Babe, cutie, brat, etc. But in public, he prefers to call you by your real name to avoid being teased for it later on (cough cough bakusquad).

Boyfriend! Bakugou will not scream at you, as he has a soft spot only for you. Even when you two are arguing, he refuses to scream at you. In an attempt to rile him up, he will just smirk, amused at your attempt to play-fight. "Babe, you aren't really mad, are you?"

Boyfriend! Bakugou cares about you to the point that he will nag you if you aren't taking care of yourself. "Idiot, start going to bed on time... You need your beauty sleep." sometimes he could be seen as harsh but, you know that he's only harsh because he cares about you. He loves you too much to see you neglect yourself.

Boyfriend! Bakugou was the one to confess first. For once, Bakugou was too shy to ask you out face to face. He instead, slipped a note in your backpack and just... waited for you to come up to him. Fat use when the note ended up being buried in your backpack before you could read it. He ended up biting the bullet and asking you out while you two were alone. And the rest is history <3

If you're shorter, Boyfriend! Bakugou's favorite place to kiss you is on your forehead. He will have the tendency to make fun of your short stature. If you're taller, PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE kiss him on his forehead. He secretly loves it. If you do it public, he'll fuss at you for not warning him beforehand. But if you do it in private, he'll just smugly smile as you kiss him all over his face.

[cock-ainee]

How the Hashira men sleep with their s/o!

Characters: Gyomei;Sanemi;Obanai;Tomioka;Tokito;Tengen;Rengoku x gn!reader

~Gyomei~

• Poor guy is so big he takes up most of the space on the bed

• So, since you don't have much space on the futon, he lets you sleep on top of him-!

• Is a literal human heating pad, so don't you worry about getting cold at night

• Will hold you close with his strong arms, careful not to crash you with them

• Sometimes he'll bring in his cats to sleep with you two, so you'll have the fluffies all over you!

~Sanemi~

• This man is so protective

• But also silly, so i imagine him sleeping ON TOP of you

• Like.. he'll just lay on top of you like he's tackling you against the bed

• If you try to push him off he'll bite (playfully)

• He loves feeling the softness of you against him 😞

~Obanai~

• Obanai is such an insecure little guy, he'll hide under the blankets!

• Finds it fairly difficult to fall asleep

• You're eager to help, letting him squish himself close to you and hide under the blanket like a mole

• Keep it in mind, you're dealing with Kaburamaru too!

• Snakey will most likely wrap around your leg or rest under the blanket in a cozy empty space

~Tomioka~

• He's such a sub

• He'll be the lil spoon

• Bonus points for you, if you wrap your legs around him

• Sometimes in the middle of the night he'll turn around and you two will just be entangled together

• Totally feels odd when you're not sleeping next to him

~Tokito~

• He is a tiny baby

• I think he'd just lay on your chest or stomach, letting you cuddle him up

• And give him the comfort he deserves!

• He has the tendency to fall off the bed randomly

~Tengen + wives!~

• Tengen just appreciates how he's swarmed by his partners~

• One on the left, second on the right, laying on his chest, and then another two on his left and right, laying on his stomach

• But hell is poor bro uncomfortable :((

• Tho he won't tell, you and the girlies know and give him massages!

• There are times where it's the opposite, him laying on the side, cuddling up to you while Makio, Suma and Hinatsuru just stack themselves over you :3

~Rengoku~

• This man changes his sleeping positions all the time during night

• HE'S SQUIRMING SO MUCH!

• His fav is laying across from you, resting his head on your belly like the finest pillow

• Sometimes you'll find him laying between your legs, his face squished against your tummy 🥺

• (snores!)

[lmaowhatt]

𝐣𝐣 𝐦𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐬𝐬 𝐠𝐮𝐲.

— this entire blurb is inspired by @rafescokewhore's tit obsessed rafe and is not meant to copy their work in the slightest!

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—sfw! (?)

jj maybank, as we all know him, is a guy who thrives off of words of affirmation. that being said, the thought of sweet nothings whispered into each other's ears, soft "i love you's" shared throughout the day when no one else is around, and small expressions of adoration that serve to remind him of how deeply you care is one of the things hes most grateful for in your relationship.

but something he perfers above this? physical touch. while the thought of holding each others hands while at a party at the boneyard, or the times when youd wrap his arm around your shoulders as you took a stroll on the beach after a date was a good memory to have, that was all recognized as a form of affection infront of others. and while he loved showing you off like a trophy, the thing that really got him going was your ass. plain and simple.

on the worst of worse days, your ass you being there was the cure.

and there was no way hed share that with anyone else.

he would, however, show off what others couldnt have.

➯ every hug, no matter where the two of you were, his hands would always find their way around your waist, where they eventually travel to your ass, sometimes to be left placed there, other times theyd give it a soft squeeze.

almost always, youd groan as you pulled away, "stop doing that, jj." he would only smirk, catching the way your cheeks would flush a soft pink color when he patted your ass in retaliation as you walked away.

➯ when the two of you found yourselves cuddling either really late at night or early in the morning, he would always prefer to be the big spoon. most of the time, a hand would be placed over your stomach, the other draped over your thighs, pulling you flush against him, trying to hold back a lazy smirk at the way your breath would hitch when you felt his hard on against the swell of our ass.

➯ of course, his absolute favortie. clothes on you would be his t-shirts with or without, he wasnt picky your panties on under. a close secon would be any other piece of his clothing, even his boxers. when this happened, he complained the slightest. no matter how apart the two of you were, a selfie of your daily fit check would have practically having at his knees, realization dawning on his that you were his and his only.

➯ as a man who thrives off physical touch, a simple gesture jj loves performing is wrapping an arm around your waist and placing his hand in your pants pocket. or shorts, depending on the day. while above the surface it way seem like a loving gesture a boyfriend would do on his girlfriend on a random day, to jj, it served to send a warning to any thirsty guys that are defnitely might be looking in your direction.

—soft of sfw!

➯ in times when the two of you finally got some well deserved alone time, youd find yourselves in jjs designated bedroom at john bs house. youd be chest to chest, your head resting against his shoulder, fingers tracing small shapes on his clothed chest. all the while hed have a tight grip on your ass, slowly rutting your hips against his, the arousal that coated your bottoms slowly stainign his sweats.

➯ hed wrap an arm around your waist, toying with the waistband of whatever bottoms youd be wearing, tucking the other one on the underside of your thigh. "you need to stop movin', a'ight?" hed take a gentle hold of your hand, your eyes following his every movement, eliciting a small laugh to come from you. "seriously?" you would raise an eyebrow at him as he cupped himself with your hand, just barely pressing down as if to relieve himself.

➯ hed furrow his eyebrows with a pleading look, struggling to hold back. "please baby... ill make you feel s'good mamas, swear." the whisper would come out as a gentle promise, his breath fanning your neck. nine times out of ten, this situation would end up with both of you either rushing off to the chateau, almost tearing each others clothes off or resting against the seats of the twinkie. hell, sometimes youd risk everything by slyly (not slyly) finding each other in a more private area of the beach. heavy, ragged breaths would leave your mouths as you came down from your highs.

➯ sometimes, when in a less that appropriate outfit around him, hed hug you from behind, rubbing his growing erection against your ass. "baby, youre killing me." you would then roll your eyes, supressing a giggle from his earshot. as you turned in his arms, his hands would travel to your ass, pulling you impossibly closer towards him. "cmon mamas, five minutes. s'all i need."

—nsfw!

➯ the tight grip hed have on your ass never faltered, whimpering shamelessly against your lips as you rutted your hips against his, even when fully clothed. he would move to place sloppy, rushed kisses against your neck, eventually moving to your collarbone and back up to your lips. "this is torture, beautiful.."

➯ your mascara stained face would rub against the mattress, makeup residue staining the sheets. youd turn your head to the side, a tear sliding down your cheek as you watched him from your peripheral, right in time for him to land yet another harsh smack against your already red and very swollen ass, his thrusts timed perfectly with the action. kneading the plush flesh and he muttered a half assed apology he probably didnt mean.

"h– holy shit baby.." hed hunch over, pressing his chest against your back, a sheen layer of sweat coating both of your bodies. "all mine, right? this ass is all mine baby. cmon say it.. yknow it is.." he would wrap his forearm around your neck, pulling you back up so the him, your back flush against his chest as you threw your head back onto his shoulder, a hand wrapped around the back of his neck as your release neared.

a/n: im back!! school was taking over my entire life but i finally caught with all my work so here's this!

psa: as of now, id say i own this only because i haven't seen this concept before. but, if it is owned by anybody else, i wont hesitate in giving credit just let me know!

[girl-named-matty]

Sharing a bed with the Boys (Hogwarts Legacy Headcanons)

Sharing a bed with the boys. Tags: Fluff, Sharing a bed, gn!reader, Sebastian x Reader, Ominis x Reader, Garreth x Reader, Leander x Reader. (this is barely proofread haha) Rating: General Audiences

Summary: My Headcanons for sharing a bed with the boys!

Sebastian:

When you first asked him if he wanted to share a bed, he practically jumped straight in it. He was so excited. 

But that was just the first time. 

He stays up reading almost every night so good luck getting him into that bed in the first place after that. 

And by late I mean genuinely unholy hours of the night kinda staying up and he wonders why he looks so tired. 

If you do eventually get him in bed, it doesn’t take him long to actually fall asleep. Aside from the constant lack of sleep he usually gets, he’s always been one to fall asleep quickly. 

He is a human body heater. 

Some nights you may not even need a blanket because he’s just that warm. 

I feel like Seb would be the kind of guy to practically sleep on top of you. Like not enough to crush you but instead it feels like a really nice weighted (and warm) blanket. 

Except for this blanket snores. 

Loud 

I’m sorry I don’t make the rules. 

Sometimes it's really annoying to share a bed with him and other times it's really nice. 

If he ever comes to bed early, it’s how you know he’s had a rough day and just needs to be in your arms for comfort. ..

Ominis:

Unlike Sebastian who would totally be up to sharing a bed, he would be more hesitant. 

It’s not like he doesn’t want to, per se, but he’s used to having his own space and he’s not necessarily the most touchy person. But eventually, he says he’s ready. 

Kinda awkward the first few nights. He slept with his back towards you and didn't make any physical touch at all. 

But after a couple of nights, he slowly starts making the shift to get closer to you and he comes to enjoy it. 

After that, he finds it hard to sleep without you. 

Due to not having the best childhood, he often has nightmares. And for him his nightmares are extremely unnerving due to the fact that he can’t see anything, only hear things. 

But one of the best parts about sharing a bed with you is the fact that whenever his nightmares wake him up, you’re right there next to him. 

He often finds himself reaching out for you in the middle of the night, just to make sure you’re still there. 

 He’s definitely a side sleeper so sometimes you’ll sleep in the spooning position together. This also reassures him a lot that you’re still next to him. ..

Garreth: 

Didn’t take long for you two to start sharing a bed at all. 

Since he has so many siblings he probably had to share a bed with one of his brothers at some point in his childhood anyway. 

But just because he might be used to it does not mean he’s easy to share a bed with. 

This boy is a BED HOGGER. 

If you are quite literally not right up against him, you’re falling off the bed. 

You thought Seb gets hot when he sleeps? 

Well, Garreth has him beat by a LONG shot. 

You could probably fry an egg on this man's back just saying. 

But we all know Garreth has that soft tummy action going on so he’s super comfortable and when he’s not hogging the bed, it’s really nice to cuddle up to him. 

When you too are cuddling, he wants to be as close to you as possible. 

So, really, just the sweetest boy to ever exist. ..

Leander: (because he deserves his place on this list) 

He’s similar to Ominis and opposite of Garreth. 

Had very few siblings growing up, probably only one or two so he was used to having his own space. So it took him a while before he was all good with it. 

This boy is lanky af. 

It’s obviously okay. He’s tall, long, lanky, whatever you wanna call it. 

So he probably sleeps with his legs up somehow to keep his feet from hanging off the bed/smacking into the headboard. 

It probably took him a while to get used to cuddling with someone in bed but now that he’s used to it, he loves it. 

He loves it when you sleep on his chest so he can wrap his arms around you and hold you close. 

He’s definitely not a morning person so have fun getting him out of that bed.

Also has really bad bed-head. How do I know this? No man would style his hair the way he does unless he has bed-head so take my word for it. 

100% a cuddler now. ...

Who should I do next? I was thinking Andrew and Amit but lmk in the comments!

[skipper1331]

Little things // Alexia Putellas

headcannons

The little things Alexia and you do while being absolutely in love with one another

car and driving around

Alexia always opens the door for you

She‘s the driver while you‘re the passenger princess

She insists on hearing your playlist, even though you both have a shared playlist (she knows you love your playlist)

you kiss her temple/ cheek at every red light

She’s getting you some flowers in the time you‘re at your appointment (she insists on driving you everywhere)

having a water bottle and snacks in the car, just in case

in the kitchen

Alexia helping you the best she can but ends up admiring you from the bar stool or hugging you from behind as she whispers compliments in your ear

when it’s her turn with cooking, she only cooks things you love

Also she lets you try everything before serving and vice versa

"The chef deserves a kiss now "

She makes sure the table is set perfectly and the atmosphere is tranquil

Dinning with you is very important to her, so she makes sure not to mention work or anything that causes stress, she likes to keep the calm and lovely atmosphere

with her family

having a hand on your thigh under table, also drawing patterns on the back of your hand when you intertwine your fingers

one time, you dropped your fork, so within seconds her hand was covering the corner of the table, so you wouldn’t hurt yourself while picking up the cutlery

She loves the bond you have with her family, even though the mocking and teasing of you and Alba can be a pain in the ass.

Kisses always make up for it

"I‘m going to marry her" she tells her mother

Her family already knows because they can see it in her eyes when she looks at you

And they also know you‘ll say yes because they see the look in your eyes when you look at Alexia

You two are the perfect match

Her mother loves you

Her sister does too

at night

You wear her clothes, she loves the sight

both of you sleep better when you‘re with/next to each other

Alexia always has an arm around you, in the need of protecting you

you cuddle into her, legs tangled together, arms around each other

sometimes she‘s the big spoon and sometimes you are, it depends on the mood

when she can’t sleep, you‘ll scratch her back and she‘s in a slumber in an instant

During off days you‘ll stay up till the early hours, just talking, giggling, stating random facts or debating the newest gossip

soft snores filling the room

Alexia often wakes up before you, though she doesn’t make any signs of leaving the bed before you‘re up

If she has to get up though, she‘ll kiss your forehead and promise to be back soon and wishing you a good day

football

you‘re not a professional footballer (you had to google the rules after Alexia had told you she’s a pro) though she likes to think you are as she puts you in goal when the two of you are training together

'training together' - she begs you to join her training routines, ends up convincing you with kisses

It‘s enough to see her pout

you can’t resist her pout

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watching random football matches at home

Alexia puts a jersey on the bed before each home game, so you have something to wear for the stadium

'Alexia' and '11' on your back making her heart flutter

Your heart bursts with pride every time you see her walking out of the tunnel

Cheering for her

always in the stadium at home games and at important away games (champions league final, etc)

you‘re her biggest supporter

Alexia makes sure football and you are balanced - she never puts football above you but she‘s still ambitious and always gives 101% to be the best

You‘re always impressed by Alexia, her talent is phenomenal

Alexia enjoys impressing you

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at first Alexia used to shut you out after a lost match

over time she learns to let her guard down

you make her feel loved and appreciated

She can let her walls down around you and likes to think that it‘s okay to be vulnerable sometimes (you assure her that it always is)

after won matches only happy things happen; nice dates, kisses, relaxed evening, etc

the achievement jar

One evening, after Alexia had scored two goals and an assist, you brought up the idea

It‘s been in the back of your mind since awhile but only now the mini marble footballs had arrived

won game? One marble in the jar

Alexia scored a goal? one marble

Alexia scored two goals? two marbles

Alexia assisted a goal ? one marble

won trophy? three marbles in the jar

and so on

when the jar‘s filled Alexia gets a big big surprise. Such as special days with massages, literally anything to show her how proud you were and how much she deserved

Yes, you still had date nights which were also special but the achievement-appreciation-days were just a tiny bit more special

Alexia loves it

So do you

your job

Alexia supports you on every step of the way to your dream job

After a long and exhausting day, Alexia hugs you, runs you a bath, anything that makes you feel relaxed and appreciated

She‘s your date to any work event (vice versa)

Alexia has all of your (important) meetings and appointments in her calendar

If you have to study, Alexia makes sure not to bother/distract you yet also always making sure that you stay hydrated and take some breaks

future

Both of you have your future planned together

Alexia dreams of marrying you, she has the ring hidden in her football drawer because she knows you‘d never look there

You talked about getting a dog, both of you really liking the thought. You just couldn’t agree on which breed (yet)

private proposal

wedding just like you dreamt of as a kid

happy tears spilling out of your eyes as you see each other for the first time

best day of your life

amazing honeymoon

Both of you never taking of your rings

Alexia taping it for her matches

her new celebration is to kiss her ring after scoring

kids, if you want them

The future bright and welcoming as you continue to share the perfect marriage

you‘ll never stop loving each other

[blkgirl-writing]

The massive list of SFW and NSFW Gale Dekarios headcanons

Gale of Waterdeep x Reader (Gn! for the most part)

A/N: the more I write Gale, the more in love with him I am. I started this before patch 5 and haven't been able to play it myself, so whoopsies if I just have to make another one of these. Lots of requests included in this one, to be expanded on later!

Gale is the most caring partner in the whole group. Followed by karlach and Wyll

He would much rather do everything for you than anything for him

This means he often over extends himself for you and you have to convince him to let you help him

Quality time and words of affirmation are his main love languages. All he wants is time alone with you, and he will do so much to make that happen

Gale actually sets up his tent to be as comfortable as possible because you don't have your own tent, and he doesn't mind at all if you sleep in his

eventually you basically just sleep in his tent exclusively, platonically at the moment. Sleeping on other sides or with a blanket between you

It isn't until you wake up from a particularly bad nightmare that your accidental touches aren't followed by apologies. Not quite embracing but not flinching away

He held you that night, wrapping his arms around you, his hands were big, soft, and comforting. He didn't speak until you did, who knows how long that was. All he said was "You're safe. It's ok."

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He truly believes he doesn’t deserve you and that weighs kind of heavy on him

That shows in his body movements, confidence, still hesitant to be close to you physically in an extremely subtle way

With more flirting, more talking, more late nights close together, but still apart, still a gap in your embrace

Gale is still in touch with his sexuality and sex, but sex is different than love making. And he knew, when he fully let you in, when he’s finally stable and his mind, body, and soul were ready, he’d make love to you

Your first time together was for the most part, pretty talked through. You set your boundaries and safe word pretty fast

He’d stop at some point, pull back and just admire you

Stop is used lightly because he’s definitely still inside you and just very slowly still pumping in and out of you

“You’re absolutely ravishing.”

And he’d give himself fully to you

Gods he’d be all over you after, so touchy, even if not sexual in nature, any tough felt electric

Gale holds your waist more than your hand, it feels more romantic, showing you off to the world as someone that chose him. It’s really sweet, the first time he does it, he hand trembled a bit, he thought he was smooth enough for you not to tell but you could definitely feel it

Don’t get me wrong, he is confident and cocky at times, everyone knows that. But with you somehow, he feels nervous that you deserve more than he could give

Part of your early relationship is making sure he knows he’s wanted and loved and more than anything you could have wished for

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Cuddling is always fun because it usually end up with fucking

If you’re the big spoon? He becomes such an angel and snuggles into your touch

If he’s big spoon he’s immediately turned on by everything, you being so close into him, your ass pressed against him, so many beautiful places for him to touch

Always ends in side fucking, just pulling your underwear down just enough to grind his cock on your bare ass

It’s also just convenient and easy if you’re getting busy while the others are sleeping in camp

But many days your time has you weak and just ready for rest, but you're both more horny than tired

that's when mutual masturbation becomes a daily routine, which never really leaves, even when you aren't as tired and have more privacy

he likes you call you his cherished work of art, seeing you spread for him is like a painting

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One night in baldurs gate, you stay up into the morning drinking and talking in a bar, they only kicked you out when they literally were an hour last close, keeping it open because you had bought so much

It was literally anything, just talking about everything and nothing at the same time. Past pets, stupid haircuts growing up, embarrassing failures

That was the night everyone else really realized how deeply in love you two were

Like sure there was romance but real true love, with sparks

They absolutely made fun of you when you finally stumbled to your camp and passed out all day crammed into the small one person beds

I like to believe Astarion drew a stick figure version of y’all’s sleeping position to make fun of you when you woke

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Once you’ve moved in with him he gets more and more turned on by you every day

You could be doing nothing and he’d grab your thigh and give you such a dirty look of lust

Not even three months in and ya'll have fucked on every surface possible, knocked over many books, and accidentally broke a vase and a bit in the shower

For the most part, your cozy days consist of him reading, and you beside him, feet resting on his lap

If you're a bard, of course he's going to ask you to practice and play around him and while you relax together, his favorite sounds all come from your sweet melodies

if you drink you definitely share a bottle of wine throughout the day

When Gale get's tipsy he just gets lovey and nerdy

telling you about a favorite bit of history or a spell, interrupting himself to compliment you "Gods you're beautiful, have I told you that today, dear?" and "And that's how the stars fell in love with- that top is stunning my love, mind if I take it off?"

cooking is fun yet very stressful unless he has a drink in hand

it's his kitchen and he's not used to company in it, so he often bumps into you or doesn't know where to say something is, so he just ends up getting it for you

I have a feeling this man is super into coffee and the roasts

like he's an absolute snob over it. A whole glass cupboard is dedicated to bags of coffee from where ever he travels

"Just too dark of a roast, it muddies the hazelnut flavor" (yes I believe he's a whole bean light roast lover)

Maybe you get a normal, non-speaking cat for yourself and just to have a bigger family in your home

I'd imagine a very reckless black or ginger cat who tara takes a VERY long time to love

but it's your and Gales cat. It's a thing you own together and love dearly

There's also a self of cards, board games, etc, for your date nights in

Gale legitimately is just as happy if you win than if he, if not more happy for you

He often takes a while to take his turn because he's distracted by you

super sweet but makes games feel much longer

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@shyminnie07 @makers-breath @claryvoyantfray @black-sapphic @fapqueen

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[austinbutlerslovers]

Physical Touch

Label Mature 18+

Summary Austin has a rough time juggling multiple, film, projects, and upcoming obligations. You make sure he receives all the physical touches and words of affirmation he needs.

🔗 Masterlist

💝Romantic Smut 💝 Austins love language • heavy petting • cuddling • affectionate touch • words of affirmation • edging •fingering •orgasm denial• size kink• deep P in V • simultaneous orgasms• cream pie • sweet after care for Austin

📖 Proofreader @purejasmine

Physical Touch

Your phone buzzes on the coffee table, and you glance at the screen, seeing Austin’s name light up with a text:

Rough day. Films are a mess. I’m coming home soon.

A pang tightens in your chest, knowing how hard Austin pushes himself, how much he gives himself for his career, and you’re already mentally preparing to smother him with love the second he walks through the door.

When the front door swings open, Austin steps inside, his broad shoulders heavy under the weight of a day that’s clearly beaten him down.

He runs a hand through his hair stressfully as his tired blue eyes flicker up to meet yours with a dimmed spark.

He’s been juggling too much again; acting in two new films, producing another project, and still saying yes to Zoom calls about a third.

He’s working so hard between traveling and working that you’ve barely seen him. On top of that, he hasn’t even been out or had a moment to breathe, just pouring everything into his work.

You know he’s going to crash soon, and when he does, he crashes hard.

“Baby,” you call softly, already heading toward him, your voice warm and gentle as you cross the living room.

He barely shrugs off his jacket before you’re there, hands sliding up his chest, feeling the tension coiled in him through his white t-shirt. “Oh, baby, you look so exhausted,” you say with concern.

Austin exhales, a shaky, worn-out sound, as he leans his forehead against yours. “Feels like it,” he says, his voice rough with fatigue.

“Between the two new films, it feels like everything’s falling apart, the rewrites are a mess, the crew’s at each other’s throats, and I haven’t slept right in days.” He says, his hands grasping around your waist like a lifeline. “I’ve missed you so much, baby,” he adds softly.

“Oh, Austin, you’re working so hard,” you say, your voice filled with sympathy as you cup his face, thumbs stroking the sharp edges of his jaw.

You press a soft kiss to his nose, then his cheek, feeling him lean into you chasing your affection. “You’re with me now, and I’m taking care of you, okay?” you say softly, catching his blue eyes.

He nods weakly, a flicker of a smile tugging at his lips. “Yeah… please.”

You guide him to the couch, your hands never leaving him, rubbing his shoulders, sliding down his arms, squeezing his biceps, caressing every single inch of him with love.

He collapses onto the cushions with a groan, and you climb in behind him, pulling him close until his back presses against your chest.

He spreads his legs against yours, fitting into you as he lets himself be the little spoon, and as you place your arms around him, he reaches up to run his fingers along your forearm.

“You’re so good to me,” he breathes, his voice trailing off as your fingers weave into his hair, rubbing his scalp in slow, deep circles, nails grazing just enough to make him sigh.

His hair is soft and full, the sandy brown strands sliding perfectly between your fingers as you keep petting it, and smoothing it back as if he’s the most precious thing in the world.

“You deserve it all, Austin,” you whisper, kissing his ear.

“Keep going,” he pleads, his voice soft and needy. “I missed your voice, your touch…I missed everything about you,” he says softly.

You smile against his skin, nuzzling his ear. “You’re my whole world, you know that? My sweet, beautiful man who gives too much. I’ve been dying to hold you like this, to touch you like this, to make you feel good again,” you say with adoration.

Your fingers slip under the collar of his shirt, tracing over his warm skin, rubbing his chest in lazy, loving patterns as he arches into it, a quiet hum vibrating through him.

“I love you,” he whispers, tilting his head up just enough to catch your lips in a slow, delicate kiss. His mouth tastes faintly of sweetness and longing as you kiss him back, pouring every ounce of love into it.

He pulls back and shifts his body in your arms to lay on top of you, nuzzling your neck, his lips brushing your pulse as he presses himself closer.

“I need you so bad, baby,” he whispers, his voice raw with longing as his hand slides lowers between your bodies.

His lips find yours in hot, slow, open mouthed kisses, his breaths becoming heavier as his need builds, his cock pressing solid against your thigh through his sweats.

With a gentle tug, he pulls your shorts down, slipping his fingers between your legs and pressing them through your slick heat deep into your swollen core.

The wet, squishing sounds of his fingers thrusting grow louder as you pant beneath him, his strokes teasing a sensitive spot in your soft walls as broken moans spill from your lips.

“Yes, Austin, right there, don’t stop,” you gasp, urging him on as your body tenses beneath him craving every touch.

He hums low in his throat, his desire for you intensifying as he thrusts his fingers faster, your moans syncing with his rhythm, marveling at how quickly he has you falling apart.

“I’m so close…Austin please, keep going,” you plead, your voice trembling with need.

You softly moan in pleasure as his fingers thrust harder and deeper against your sweet spot until your core is throbbing and just as you’re about to come, he slips them out.

A desperate whimper escapes your lips, caught on the edge of suspended bliss, with an aching yearning for more.

“Austin please”. You gasp reaching for him to put his fingers back in

“I’ll give you all of me,” he rasps, his voice thick with intent as he shoves his sweats down in a rush.

He presses his tip against you and pushes in deep, a loud moan escaping you at how wet and swollen you feel around his cock.

His narrow hips settle between your thighs, overtaking you completely as his cock nudges your cervix, sending a throbbing pulse through your core.

“Austin!” you moan, your voice quivering, feeling how deep he is inside of you.

“You feel so good …so good baby,” he praises, his words tumbling out in an incoherent haze.

Your hands slide to grip the back of his arms, your eyes locking with his, both of you knowing exactly what you need.

He lifts his hips, pulling his cock halfway out, your body clinging to him, unwilling to let go before he thrusts back in, the blunt tip hitting so hard your back arch’s as your lips part in a desperate gasp.

He begins to thrust faster, the wet friction igniting moans from you both, your sounds feeding into each other until he’s slapping between your thighs as you cry out, “Yes, yes, yes, please Austin” urging him on.

He groans, trying not to lose control, his hips thrusting just enough to get you off without giving in to what you know he desperately needs.

“Austin, don’t hold back,” you beg as you gaze up at him, and his jaw tightens, a flicker of need flashing in his eyes.

“Yeah?” he breathes out, and as you nod, he groans low and rough, his thrusts increasing to a unrelenting pace, each one wild and forceful as he slams into beneath him.

You cry out, your mind hazy as his reckless pace tears through you both, your slick walls spasming around his cock, his groans rising from his chest as he unleashes every ounce of stress on you.

Your mind goes blank as your bodies grind together, rough and desperate, his hips smacking between yours as he thrusts into you with unrestrained need.

You moan, raw and unsteady, your voice cracking with every surge of pleasure, your hands gripping his shoulders, sliding up his neck to his jaw.

He leans in close, his breaths mingling with yours as captures your lips in a fierce kiss, your mouths sliding together, wet and urgent, tasting the heat of each other, until his cock twitches inside you, and he pulls back with a sharp, shaky exhale.

You’re a trembling mess beneath him, the pleasure so overwhelming that your body clenches tight as waves of heat rush through you.

He begins to grunt, his cock twitching within your walls, pulsing harder as his hips snap with increasing urgency, and you feel him nearing the edge, his body tensing as soft, desperate sounds escape his lips.

His eyes flutter shut as he buries himself deep, trembling as he begins to moan. “Baby, I—I’m gonna come,” his voice breaking in a haze of pleasure as his final thrusts send you soaring, your thighs clamping tight around his hips, feeling your own climax around his cock.

You come together, his groans mingling with your name as his body pulls tight, spilling fully into you, his hips rolling slower, softer, drawing out every last ounce of pleasure.

His body goes slack from the intensity, his heavy breaths brushing your skin as he lays on you in blissful exhaustion.

You wrap your arms around him, tracing long, soothing lines down his back before bringing your hands up to run your fingers through his hair.

“I’ve got you. You don’t need to do anything but let me love you,” you whisper softly, feeling his lips press your neck as he breathes you in, still lost in the haze of you.

He exhales, his tension unraveling completely as he gives in to you. “You’re too good at this,” he murmurs, a small smile tugging at his lips, lighting up his tired face. “I came home a complete wreck, and you just… put me back together.”

You kiss the top of his head, trailing your fingers through his hair.

“That’s what I’m here for,” you smile, kissing his temple, caressing your fingers along his jaw. “Making my perfect Austin feel loved and cared for.” You say squeezing him tight, then holding him gently as he gets lost in your embrace, humming in contentment with a soft smile.

He tilts his head just enough to look up at you, his blue eyes sparking again, full of gratitude. “You’re my everything,” he says simply and he leans in and kisses you, slow and lingering, before tucking himself back against you, content to be in your embrace as long as you’ll let him.

And you’d let him stay forever, caressing his hair, touching him all over, and whispering sweet praises until he’s back to being as bright as the sun itself.

END 🫰🏻💕

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bedtime

🏷️: some bedtime / cuddle headcanons for our 8 boyfriends, presented for your consideration in no particular order. implications of a sexual relationship between y’all in some of these, but it’s very mild. all of them are gender neutral as well!

Garrick holds you like you’re his teddy bear. it’s so easy for him to loop his arms around your waist and tug you into his chest and put his chin on top of your head and keep you there all night. you fit perfectly in his arms, since he’s an absolute giant. but he doesn’t want to let go of you all night, so if you need to get up… no you don’t. he gets up at the crack of dawn every morning to go lift weights, but he won’t wake you up — he’ll just tuck you in and give you a little forehead kiss before he leaves. he’s always so happy to see you in the morning when you’re up and ready, greeting you with another kiss and a gentle squeeze of a hug and asks how you slept. he’ll tease you lightly if you were drooling or snoring when he got up, but he finds it cute.

Dain is annoyingly responsible, so he’s getting you both into bed by ten every night. but he’s going to help you get ready — picking your pajamas and laying them out for you, packing your bag for the next day while you’re in the shower… makes sure that you brush your teeth and all that, and then tucks you in next to him. he likes having you wrapped up in his arms for a while, your head resting on his shoulder while you drift toward sleep. he’s always so happy when you choose to sleep in his bed, because that means you trust him — both not to hurt you, because it’s kill or be killed in the riders quadrant, and not to read your memories (because MY version of Dain would never 🥰) and also you’re making a conscious decision to choose him, over everyone else you could be with. (our boy’s a little insecure. probably because daddy dearest is such an ass.)

Brennan needs to be bribed into bed because otherwise he’ll work through the night and fall asleep at his desk. method that always works: show up at his office in your cute little jammies, stand behind his chair, gently massage the stress out of his shoulders and use that soft sweet voice to ask him to come up, because you can’t sleep without him :( and he’ll fold immediately. paperwork: abandoned. just let him drag himself through the shower and he’ll be ready to curl up with you. he likes to rest his head on your chest and listen to your heartbeat as a reminder that you’re alive and well. like Garrick, he’s not letting go of you any time soon. you’re stuck there, sorry <3

conversely, Bodhi is the one tugging you into bed. he wants to lay down and cuddle as soon as you’re done with dinner. he likes to alternate between big spoon and little spoon, because there’s perks to both. as the big spoon, he gets to keep you nice and safe and warm in his arms (this boy is SO toasty warm at all times) but also he needs to be touching you at all times. and as the small spoon, he gets to be held the way he deserves! he likes to be facing you, though (I know that’s not technically spoons, but idk the name). put your arm around his waist and play with his hair and let him nuzzle his cheek into your shoulder and give you a few lazy neck kisses before he knocks right out.

Ridoc is absolutely shameless. yes, he likes being close to you and showing love, holding you and keeping you safe and warm, but his favorite part of snuggling is the access to your body. you’re right there — and so are all the soft parts of you that he loves. he can squeeze your hips / thighs / ass / chest, and rub his hands all over, under the guise of helping you wind down. he’s respectful though — if he knows you’re truly exhausted, or you tell him to quit it, he won’t do any of that. maybe one little affectionate pat on the hip, or him rubbing your back a little, but otherwise he’ll be hands off and just go to sleep, holding you gently. apart from the feral side, he’s very sweet, and wants to make sure you’re comfy. he’d let you have more of the pillows and blankets / the better ones, because he loves you and knows you need your sleep.

Liam is another that is tugging you into bed. he gets pouty when you stay up too late doing other things bc he wants to cuddle. likes to lay his head on your chest for, wrap his arms around your waist and let your heartbeat lull him to sleep while you give him head scratches, sweet puppy baby. he’s also subconsciously protecting you this way, curling up on top of you to shield you from danger. you don’t sleep like that all night though, because you need to move around and get more comfy, but you’ll find yourselves cuddled together in the morning, you laying on him, or spooning or something. he always wants to be close to you for a while before he goes off to follow Violet around, so he’ll purposely wake up 10-15 mins early. if he accidentally wakes you up, he’ll whisper like… “Get some more sleep, honey. I love you.” and then when you settle back down against him, he’ll lay there for a while just silently appreciating that you’re his partner and you’re so pretty and sweet and soft.

Sawyer would be a little shy at first, but once you’re in an established relationship, he’s shameless about it. if you get in bed first, he’s tugging you into his arms, or if he gets in first, he’s making grabby hands and opening his arms to you like — ’mere. lemme hold u. when he has his injury, that complicates things a little since you don’t want to put pressure on his leg or cause him pain. you settle for holding hands, like sea otters, and make up for the lost physical contact with plenty of hugs and kisses. once he’s finally healed, though, it’s back to snuggling every night. he likes to be the one to hold you, because he wants to feel like the more masculine partner in the traditional sense (the same with Dain. idk. they just give me the vibe that they want a sweet little partner to protect and hold. that’s why I gave him peach).

Aaric… I’m torn on him. I feel like he’s a little prissy about his beauty sleep, but he’d still cuddle with his partner a bit and share a bed. maybe not every night, though. he’d have a very comfortable bed, both in the castle, because duh, but also in Basgiath and at Riorson house, because he’s somehow acquired extra pillows and blankets; the softest ones, too — rich boy habits die hard. he’d like to be the one holding you, though. letting you rest your head on his chest / shoulder, or being the big spoon for you. he’s pretty tall and pretty built, so it would be nice to have him completely cover you like that. he’d probably also be up super early, like Garrick, and would also give you a soft little goodbye kiss and let you sleep another hour. he really likes the sight of you in his bed (not like that, but also yes like that — I mean more in a sense of: this person is mine, they’re sleeping in my blankets and making the bed smell like them, and nobody else gets that.)

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Domestic fluffy things you say? I’m here to hopefully help with that!

Can we get some cuddling hcs with the Lin Kuei trio? For example are they big on cuddling, favorite cuddle position, how is it like cuddling with them, ext. Just a lil idea I had and thought was cute and simple and classic also I hope you have a better day :)

Tomas Vrbada

Is MASSIVE on cuddling.

He loves it, lives for it, craves it. Cuddling to Tomas is therapeutic and gets his mind off of things that would normally disrupt his ability to get proper sleep.

It helps ground him and redirects his mind to focus on you and how your presence gives him comfort, reassured him of his insecurities and daily stresses, bringing him into a more relaxed state.

His top 3 would have to be;

Honeymoon cuddle

Sweetheart cradle

Good old fashion spooning

They’re all very self explanatory so I ain’t going to go into details. The man just likes holding you okay?

Cuddling either Tomas is bliss. Utter bliss.

He made you forget about everything that had ever concerned you, everything that had caused you pain, fear, anger, despair. He made you believe that everything was alright because you were within his loving embrace and that nothing else should matter.

Even his evened out breathing made you feel calm as it focused your mind onto his breaths, reminding you that lying beneath you was a living, breathing man who’d do anything you could ever possibly ask for and request for nothing in return. Tomas heart was too kind for most people, even you didn’t feel deserving of something so pure and beautiful despite everything he’s seen and done in the past, you were surprised that such a man still exists in this day and age.

So as a solemn vow, you swore to have this every night, not just for you but for Tomas too, where the both of you would be able to shed the worries and daily stresses. Only to eventually forget all about them as you fortified yourselves within the comforting arms of the other; Sleeping more peacefully than either of you had in ages.

Bi-Han

Isn’t massive on cuddling, he doesn’t like anything that might portray him as weak or soft in the slightest.

A mindset he’s developed overtime, repressing any and all childish wants and desires he might’ve had at the earliest convenience. Not wanting any distractions on his road to power. Plus he’s cold in more ways than one because like Kuai Liang, due to his body temperature, it makes something seemingly easy as cuddling difficult all of a sudden.

Even if you did ask hypothetically what his favourite cuddling positions, Bi-Han would probably say ones that requires the least amount of contact on his end:

Back to back - so he can feel that you’re still there.

Back cuddles- you’re the one cuddling up against that broad back of his.

Shoulder to shoulder - same reason as back to back; knowing that you’re still with him.

Cuddling Bi-Han is…something and I don’t mean this negativity but it’s Bi-Han, what else can I say other than cold, rigid, and a little awkward? The man is on guard even in his sleep and cuddling him the way you do doesn’t necessarily help.

Besides that there’s some semblance of companionship when you press your back into his own. It felt as though you had each made a nonverbal pact to have each other’s back in your most vulnerable states; Something that naturally comes with a sense of trust being put in the other and Bi-Han isn’t one to trust blindly.

Cuddling Bi-Han maybe awkward and a little finicky due to the walls this man had put up in order to protect himself from everyone else, he oddly enough made you feel safe, he made you feel guarded and warm, which was weird considering how abnormally cold he was in every possible way. Yet you knew he held honour- or his version of it at least- highly, so you didn’t feel like you’d have to second guess his every actions because that wasn’t the type of man Bi-Han was…

Even though cuddling him was obviously something he wasn’t attuned to, he nonetheless made you feel regarded in his own special way.

Kuai Liang

Kuai Liang runs extremely warm, which could be considered overwhelming or perfect depending on the type of person you are, so whilst he likes contact; he likes to keep it minimal unless told otherwise.

He prioritises your comfortability over his own and understands that his abnormally body heat can be a bit too much at times. Outside of that he’s more than accepting of cuddling.

Kuai Liang’s top 3 favourite cuddling positions would have to be ones that were less on the physical context but unlike Bi-Han, it typically ends up with him cuddling you in some form of him protecting you:

Leg hug- incase you get overwhelmed by his body heat and need space but also wanting to keep touching some part him.

Face to face - this one’s a personal favourite of his because he loves waking up and falling asleep to your face.

Chest rest -the one where your heads on his chest and he’s keeping you in place with his arms.

Cuddling Kuai Liang is warm and secure because when you’re in his arms, feeling his warmth deep into you just as his arms tightened their grip, you’ve never felt more protected in your life then you did in Kuai Liang’s hold.

You never had to worry about being hurt, especially when Kuai Liang was there to shield you from all possible forms of harm; nor the way he always had his back facing towards the door so that if something were to happen then he was able to keep you safe with his body.

It was his duty to protect you, as he would often say whenever you asked him why this was.

You couldn’t act as though his declaration didn’t have your heart melting into a puddle.

So now you just allow his warmth to consume you like a thick, warm, weighted blanket that blocked out any and all cold that threatened to try and get to you; all the while you snuggled closer into him because despite every last part of you touching every last part of him wasn’t enough, you needed to be even closer to him. You wanted your souls to touch and feel the presence of the other but since you physically couldn’t do that, you settled for forehead touches instead. It was just as intimate after all.

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leon and his lazy touches !

it's usually quite common to be in that position with Leon when you're both in bed. after a long day of work, both on his part and yours, you both end up lazily lying in bed not wanting to do much, just with your social battery completely discharged looking for silent company with each other with your bodies glued together providing warmth to each other.

this was more common than it seemed: him on his cell phone scrolling through the latest news, or memes with really bad jokes that made him giggle, and you watching silly relaxing videos on your cell phone. every once in a while one of you would leave the silence and show the other the cell phone. "oh my god, look at this video..." you'd say, or he'd put the phone in front of your face while laughing like a fool at some meme he got from the most neglected social network on the internet (facebook, from a group of older wives, all complaining about their husbands) but apparently that was the epitome of comedy for your boyfriend. and you sometimes made fun of him, or laughed more because of that complicity he had with you to show you anything and bother you, hiding in your neck while you made fun of his poor taste for humor. sometimes he would pout falsely and you would let him, ending up letting go of your cell phone and placing it on your chest to gently cuddle his hair until he fell asleep.

sometimes he was too immersed reading news on his cell phone, any shit about the current politics of the country, or about news from all over the world about the rulings of justice and those things that he was already so used to but that, beyond that, was what he was dedicated to and interested in. that's why he didn't notice the little tricks he had when his mind was wandering in another dimension. like he inevitably sought to be the big spoon, at all costs. he would hog your whole body with his body sticking his chest to your back as you cowered and followed without paying much attention to him. sometimes his free hand is on your butt, he loves to squeeze something while he's focused on something else, and sometimes your butt became his favorite stim toy. when that stops being enough, he reaches for your boobs.

you giggle, it's quite tender because it's not a sexual touch, at least not at that moment, but he does need to fondle them, knead them, gently scratch the moldable skin of your breasts and that relaxes you, you're not going to lie. it even makes you let out soft giggles when he puts down his cell phone and starts his light chats of what you did in the day... and his hand is still there. almost like marking territory with gentle squeezes that you let be, you know that was something he loved and relaxed him, and in your eyes, he deserved every little thing from you, just as you did from him. you couldn't deny it, especially when he squeezed your chest again and again under your shirt making you laugh while he kept chattering about his job. only then did he realize it and apologize, but he blatantly kept his hand. "it's just that they're soft..." he excused himself, kissing your hair and sinking into it enthusiastically.

your whole body was his temple of rest, he couldn't simply rest in bed if he didn't have you by his side. it was no use if he couldn't touch you, feel you, kiss you every time he wanted to. there was no need for them to talk, each one would be in his own little world for a while, but that habit of having your body next to him he would love for the rest of his life. because thanks to you, he can rest.

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Sweet Confessions

Felix x Reader

Summary: Best friends who aren't committed to being best friends.

A/N: This idea struck me so I hope it's good. I'm sorry if it sucks. I hope you guys enjoy!

Warnings: Mentions of panic, slight! angst? Fluffy fluff.

Requests are OPEN

You show up at Felix’s door, cheeks tearstained and nose red and puffy.

“Woah,” he says quietly when he opens the door.

“What happened?” he pulls you inside and immediately wraps his arms around you, resting his head on top of yours.

“He- he left me,” you sob into his chest. You feel the vibration of his response in his chest. You wrap your arms around him and soak his shirt with your tears.

“Hey,” he murmurs.

“It’s all right, he wasn’t that great anyway,” he tries to console you.

“He definitely didn’t deserve you.” He strokes your hair, knowing how it helps to calm you down.

“Come on, let’s take your mind off it, hmm?” He peers down at you and you nod. He leads you to the couch before disappearing into the kitchen and brings out a tub of ice cream and two spoons.

“Ice cream,” he says cheerfully. You give him a sad smile.

“Thanks, Lix,” you sniffle before digging into the delectable dessert. He puts on your favorite movie and the two of you snuggle up on the couch.

“Do you want to talk about it?” he asks quietly.

You shrug as you readjust and lay your head on his chest. His heart beats against his ribs, slightly nervous you can hear it. You don’t pay any attention; you’re too wrapped up in your own emotions to notice it.

You and Felix had been friends since he debuted, always supporting him, the guys in Stray Kids sometimes teasing you about how you were always together. Which wasn’t a lie, I mean you two were practically inseparable.

Felix could pinpoint the exact moment he knew he was ruined by you. It was the day you came to visit him at a rehearsal in Seoul. You were wearing a beautiful bright colored sundress and sandals, your hair was down and freshly done, and you came in all excited, practically hoping, about some new job opportunity; he replays the memory often of your smile and the inflection in your voice from that day. The genuine happiness that just exuded from you. It makes him smile. It’s a nice contrast to the broken mess you are now cuddled up to his side.

“You know, I never cared for y/e/n,” he mentions glancing down at you.

“Yeah, everyone knew,” you joke poking his side. Felix wasn’t one to hide his emotions well. When you first introduced him to your boyfriend, he was cordial but that’s as far as it went. Your boyfriend wasn’t fond of Felix either though to be fair. He always accused you of sleeping with him or of seeing him behind his back, and no matter how many times you tried to explain that the two of you were just close friends, he wouldn’t hear it.

“That’s actually why we broke up,” you mumble. Felix’s brow raises.

“Wait, what,” he half laughs.

“He didn’t like that we spent so much time together. Kept going on about how you liked me,” you don’t notice the way the tips of his ears blush, “And how it looked an awful lot like we are dating,” you roll your eyes staring at your hands.

“Huh,” is all he can say.

“Ridiculous right?” You peer up at him with glassy eyes. He steals a glance at your soft plump lips before nodding his head in agreement.

“Uh, yeah, we’re friends.” He says as he hugs you closer.

“That’s what I tried to tell him.” You stare into his dark eyes as he does the same to yours. The tension in the air thickens. Felix opens his mouth, all his feelings threatening to pour out but he closes his mouth before it can. You tilt your head ever so slightly. This time it’s you who steals a glance at his lips. Was it the pain influencing you? Was it the fact that you actually really liked your best friend more than your best friend? It was both. Usually, your feelings could be pushed down and you’d date another guy trying to use him to get your mind off Felix, but it never worked. Still you two had never crossed the line of friendship.

You both stare in silence for a beat while the movie is long forgotten.

“You wanna stay the night?” he offers trying to cut the tension.

“That’d be nice. Probably wouldn’t serve me well to be alone tonight.” You lay your head on his shoulder, the close proximity making both of you nervous. Felix was a gentleman though, he swore he’d let himself tell you, just as soon as you were dealing with the breakup better.

-

Two weeks later you’re over at Felix’s place for another sleep over, this one filled with joy and fun. The two of you are baking the day away, brownie’s, cookies and a cake is currently in oven.

“Hand me that plate and I’ll start on the icing,” you tell him as you motion to the cookies. The last two weeks you’d gotten better at handling your emotions with the breakup and you remembered how nice it was to hang out with your best friend without having someone breathe down your neck about it.

As you ice the cookies, you glance at him, his blonde hair highlighted by the over head light, the way the sunlight coming in through the window catches his features. The way his freckles are highlighted.

Felix feels your eyes on him as he whisks another bowl of brownie mixture together.

“You can take a picture, ya know.” He teases. You flush a deep crimson color as you quickly snap your head down at the cookies. You don’t respond, just acting like you don't hear him.

“Hey, don’t ignore me,” he pouts. Suddenly you’re surrounded by a white cloud. Your jaw drops as you look at the cookie you were almost done with get ruined.

“Why you little,” you throw an uniced cookie his way but he doges it. He laughs as he gets another handful of flour and tosses at you. This time you stand up and in your play fight with the flour, you grab his wrist and he’s pinned against the counter.

“Stop,” you giggle as he looks down at you. The air is charged with words unsaid, feelings had but never voiced, tension you both know is there. He searches your eyes, looking for any small indicator you might find this moment as fragile as he does, and yours show nothing but vulnerability. Before another thought can cross your mind his lips are gently pressed to yours. Electricity shoots down your spine, its easy, natural even. Before you can kiss him back he pulls away and leans back looking down at you.

You reach behind him grabbing another small handful of flour, keeping total eye contact with him, tossing it at his face. He braces for the soft blow and lets out a breathy laugh before you fist his shirt pulling his lips back down to yours. He holds you flush against his body, the kiss passionate and slow. You pull away, painfully slow, and you both look at each other.

It's as if an alarm goes off inside your head, and the heavy realization of what you've done is hitting you. Just when he opens his mouth to say the thing he needs to, you dash out of his apartment. Your chest heaves up and down from the anxiety of the moment, meanwhile Felix is left inside the apartment staring at the door you just walked out of wondering what in the world just happened.

The next day you call him, “Hey,” you say reluctantly.

“Hey,” his voice is short, teetering on sounding irritated.

“You busy today?” you bite your lip anxiously.

“Yeah, I have rehearsals,” he says pointedly.

“Oh, all right,” your voice is somber.

“But I’ll come by if you want to hang out afterwards,” he relents. He knows he can't stay away from you long.

“Oh, yeah that’s fine, I’ll see your around 6?”

“Yeah,” he hangs up. You cradle your face in your hands for a moment before taking a deep breath.

-

There’s a knock at your door and you take a deep breath before answering. His shoulders are square and his outfit comfortable. Sweatpants and a jersey looking shirt.

“Hey,” you greet him. He walks right in.

“Hey,” he mumbles as he makes his way to the couch. You sit down with him and before you can help it, you’re leaned against his side, neither of you wanting to talk about the previous day’s events just yet. In the awkward moment of silence you stand up and walk to your room grabbing two pillows. Something has to give.

You walk a back out and toss one to him.

“Come on, let’s fight,” you jump around the living room trying to ease the tension. He quirks a brow.

“Y/n, I’m not hitting y- ,” he’s interrupted by a soft smack to the face with the pillow in your hand.

“Then this’ll be a piece of a cake, which by the way is your prize if you beat me into submission,” you smirk. He looks at you stunned for a moment.

“That’s it,” he stands up with the weaponized pillow and you shriek and run to your room. You climb on your bed and before you know it the two of you are hitting each other with pillows and feathers are flying all around the room. You slip on the blanket and yelp as your back hits the mattress with a soft thud.

Felix takes the prime opportunity to straddle your waist and tickle you. Feathers fly above your heads as he lands softly on top of you with a big grin.

“Ah, no Felix,” you strain through giggles, “Stop,” you try to grab his hands but he pins yours above your head with one hand.

“Felix, I can’t breathe,” your face is flushed pink before he stops and laughs with you. You gasp for air as you realize the compromised position you’re now in. He’s hovering above you with your hands still pinned.

“Lix,” you begin but you don’t have the words. He’s memorizing you. The way you look beneath him, the way your eyes hold a certain vulnerability, the way they look unsure but excited at the same time. The way your chest rises and falls under with each breath. He’s committed to etching this image into his mind, because it may only be a memory.

“Hmm,” he hums as he holds you in position. With one word he’d let you go, with a simple, ‘get off me’ he would, but you hadn’t said the words and he wasn’t moving. When you say nothing in response, his senses take over and he leans down. His lips connect with yours once more, this time more dominant, more sure of what he wants, sure that if this is the last time he kisses you he’s going to make it one you won’t forget.

His tongue ghosts over your bottom lip and you open it slightly allowing him access to your mouth. The minute his tongue touches yours you whimper. His hands cup your face, tilting your head up slightly. Your hands cling on to his arms, desperate to feel him, to ground yourself from the nirvana his mouth makes you feel.

“Lix,” you say against his mouth. He pulls away only for oxygen. Your breaths fan each other’s faces, both of you unsure of what’s really happening.

“So, what, we just make out now? Is that where we are in our relationship?” he asks breathlessly, voice low and teasing.

“You mean, you aren’t madly in love with me?” you tease back.

“Actually, yeah, I am. I’m crazy about you,” he admits. Your brows shoot up.

“Seriously?” you ask yourself more than him. He nods anyway, with a tight lipped smile.

“Want me to prove it?” he quirks a brow and you giggle.

“Do your worst,” you call him out and his lips are back on yours before you know it.

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[hollyoongs]

could you do mlt for boob/ass lover in bnd and can i be 🫧 anon🙏🏾

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REQUEST TiME 𓂃🖊 [mdni] ──── suggestive and smut (smut on Riwoo's actually ☝️🤓) (1922 words) [CLiCK]

PARK SUNGHO: Sungho is 100% a titties guy. Like, no question about it. Man is mesmerized. It’s not even just a sexual thing; he just likes them. When things do get heated, he’s all in. His hands? Occupied. Whether he’s teasing with those slow, gentle pinches just to see you squirm or going for a full-on grab like he needs to feel them. And don’t even get me started on the way he watches your reaction. Outside of the bedroom? Still obsessed!.

Casual hand on your chest when you’re cuddling, sneaky little squeeze when he hugs you from behind, maybe even an absentminded rub while he’s half asleep. It’s just second nature to him at this point.

۶ৎ Practice ended up late for Sungho, so when he arrived to your place, he wasn't surprised that you were asleep with one of his large shirts and your underwear. After taking a well deserve shower and putting some clothes on, he went next to you, pulling you closer, his fingers trailing along the hem of your clothing piece.

The moment you stretched slightly was the second his warm hands touched underneath your cold skin, making you open your eyes clearly to see your boyfriend trying not to sleep. A soft smile plastered on his face when he realized you were moving.

“Sorry to wake you up,” he murmured, voice soft.

You let out a soft laugh, fingers threading through his hair as he leaned in, he captured your lips in a slow, lingering kiss. His hands moved with upwards and you hissed when he squeezed your breasts.

“Sungho,” you whispered against his lips, shivering as his fingertips traced over sensitive skin.

“Hmm?” he hummed, dragging his lips down your jaw, along the curve of your neck. “I love the way you react to me.”

"You woke me up becasue you are horny?" your teasing tone was evident and he simply lowered his head, fullfilling his role as the bigger spoon.

Sungho chuckled, his breath warm against your skin as he tightened his hold around you. “No,” he admitted, his voice husky with sleep, “but can you blame me?”

LEE SANGHYEOK: Hear me out on this one—I fear (I really don’t) that Riwoo is actually an ass guy. Like, I know, I know he gives off boob guy energy, but trust me, the man is obsessed with ass. It’s lowkey a problem (not really, but you get what I mean).

You ever notice how his hands just gravitate there? Whether it’s a casual back hug, or just standing next to you—his palm is resting right where it shouldn’t be, like it belongs there. And don’t even get me started on when he’s behind you; you could be doing the most normal thing, and he’s just there, watching, appreciating.

And listen, when his birthday rolls around? Yeah, he’s definitely asking you to do reverse cowgirl. Not even a question. He’s just tryna sit back, hands behind his head, enjoying the view—like it’s his personal show. My man’s a certified ass guy, through and through.

۶ৎ "Just like that baby" Riwoo was seated on the bed, his back against the headboard, a lazy little smirk tugging at his lips. His eyes were locked onto you, drinking in the way you bounced on him. "Fuck, you should look at yourself."

You moaned, your pace quickening slightly as your eyes fluttered shut, the coil in your stomach tightening with every movement. But before you could lose yourself completely, Riwoo's hands found your waist, guiding you into a slower, deeper rhythm.

"Don't get ahead of yourself." One of his hands slid down, fingers digging into the plush of your ass as he squeezed, pulling you down harder. "Let's take it slow, okay?"

Your breath hitched at the shift in pace, he spread your asscheeks to see how you slowly took him, throwing his head back at the view. A deep groan rumbled from his chest, his fingers diggin deeper into your flesh as he watched you take him so perfectly.

Your hands found the matress below you, nails pressing lightly against it as your rolled your hips. "Riwoo," you whimpered, hte desperation in your voice making him chuckle lowly.

"Yeah?" His hands roamed, one of his hands remained possessive on your ass and the other went to the back of his head. He gave another firm squeeze before delivering a sharp smack, the sound echoing in the room. "What do you need, baby? Hm?"

You keened at the sting. "Happy birthday, baby." you confessed breathlessly with a smile he could see, hips stutering agains his.

MYUNG JAEHYUN: I’m kinda conflicted about this one because, for me ,Jaehyun’s the perfect balance—like, truly an elite middle ground between an ass and boob guy. But if I had to pick a side… I think he leans just a little more toward the titties.

Don’t get me wrong, he’ll appreciate a nice ass when he sees one (yours), but something about boobs just does it for him. The way his hands naturally find their way there—it’s almost subconscious. He’s focused the moment you take of your shirt. Grabbing, squeezing, teasing—he wants to see every little reaction.

Again, it’s not just in bed. Even outside of that, he’s sneaky about it—resting his head on your chest when he's tired, maybe even throwing in a playful squeeze just to hear you complain (which, let’s be real, he loves).

۶ৎ "You’re so warm," Jaehyun mumbled against your skin, his head nestled comfortably against your chest. His arms were wrapped securely around your waist, holding you close as if he had no plans of letting go anytime soon.

You rolled your eyes, running your fingers through his hair. "You’re just using me as a pillow again, aren’t you?"

He hummed, tilting his head slightly so he could look up at you, lips curled into a lazy smirk. "And if I am?" His hands lazily slid under your shirt, fingertips tracing absent-minded patterns along your sides before creeping up just enough to cup your breasts.

You sucked in a breath, swatting at his arm. "Jaehyun!"

He only laughed, giving an experimental squeeze as if testing his luck. "What? I’m getting comfortable."

"You're impossible," you muttered, feeling your face heat up.

Jaehyun simply grinned, shifting just enough to press a teasing kiss against your collarbone. "And yet, you let me do it every time," he mused, fingers still toying with you, enjoying the way your body reacted to his touch.

"You’re lucky you're cute," you huffed, trying to ignore the way your pulse quickened.

"Oh, I know." His voice was teasing you, his hands still firmly in place. "Now stop pretending you don’t love it."

HAN DONGMIN: Taesan is absolutely the president of the ass lover club—being an idol it's just his side quest. His true passion? Appreciating ass in every way possible.

And listen, I know Riwoo is an ass guy too, but Taesan? He’s on a whole different level. Like, if Riwoo admires it, Taesan worships it. He’s the type to get distracted mid-conversation just because you walked past him. Doggy style? That’s his position. He’s all about the way your ass moves, gripping your waist just to control the rhythm, pulling you back against him like he owns you. And let’s be real—he’s leaving his mark. A bright, reddish handprint on one cheek from where he smacked it just to see it jiggle. A masterpiece to him.

He’s still the same outside the bedroom. Making out? One hand is definitely gripping your ass, squeezing like he can’t help himself, while the other keeps you close by the neck—just enough pressure to make you shiver. He’s the type to randomly pull you into his lap, hand immediately finding its way there like it’s instinct.

۶ৎ "You like teasing me, don’t you?" Taesan's voice was low, his breath warm against your ear as his hands roamed your waist, fingers pressing into your skin with intent.

You barely had a chance to respond before he pulled you back into his lap, his grip firm as he adjusted you just the way he wanted—right against him. His palm wasted no time, sliding down to grab a handful of your ass, squeezing like it was second nature.

"Learned from the best" you said, trying to keep the teasing.

"You walk around like that and expect me to behave?" His tone was as teasing as yours, but there was an unmistakable hunger beneath it. His fingers dug in before delivering a sharp smack that made you jolt, a soft gasp escaping your lips.

"Taesan—"

"Shh, baby," he murmured, pressing a slow, open-mouthed kiss to your neck, his free hand gripping your jaw just enough to keep you in place. "Just let me enjoy my view."

His lips curled into a smirk as he kneaded your flesh, watching the way it moved beneath his touch, mesmerized. "You don’t even know what you do to me."

The heat in his voice, the way his hands stayed glued to you like he couldn't get enough—it had your stomach twisting in anticipation.

"Why don’t I remind you?" His hands tightening as he guided your hips against him, making sure you felt exactly how much he meant it.

KIM DONGHYUN: Leehan might not be the biggest enthusiast, but let’s be real—he definitely loves them. It’s just not as in-your-face as, say, Sungho, but that doesn’t mean he’s immune.

Like, catch him off guard with a low-cut top, and you will see his brain short-circuit for a second. He’s trying so hard to be respectful, but his eyes are gonna flicker down for a split second before he forces himself to focus. If you call him out on it, he’s stuttering, blushing, looking everywhere but at you—because he knows he got caught.

When he’s feeling a little needy, the first thing that pops into his head when he’s in the shower? Your titties. The softness, the way they look in his hands, how they move with every thrust he made—it’s all playing in his mind like a highlight reel. And he’ll never admit it out loud, but the thought alone is enough to get him off.

۶ৎ Leehan was trying—really, really trying—to be respectful. But the moment you leaned forward, your low-cut top giving him an unintentional (or maybe very intentional) view, he was done for.

His throat bobbed as he quickly looked away, pretending to focus on something—anything—else. But you caught the flicker of his gaze, the way his ears turned a soft shade of pink, and it made you smirk.

"Leehan," you drawled, tilting your head slightly. "Were you just looking?"

His eyes widened, lips parting as if to defend himself, but no words came out. Instead, he stammered, looking everywhere except at you, hands suddenly fidgeting with the hem of his shirt.

"I—I wasn’t! I mean, I didn’t mean to—" He trailed off, cheeks burning, and you could practically see the gears in his head malfunctioning.

You leaned in just a little closer, enjoying the way his breath hitched. "Are you sure?"

His jaw clenched, hands balling into fists as if trying to keep himself in check. And then, in the softest voice, almost like he was admitting defeat, he muttered, "You just look… really good."

Your heart fluttered at the confession, but before you could tease him any further, he groaned, covering his face with one hand. "Please stop looking at me like that."

"Like what?" you asked innocently.

"Like you know exactly what you’re doing to me," he mumbled.

─── MY VERY FIRST ANON?!! i'm actually jumping, always wanted an anon :3, tysm for this request and sorry for being late. I had so much fun writing this and i hope we can interact a lot! <3

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[vrystalius]

The writing of jealous giyuu and rengoku.. a sanemi one please!!!

gn!reader

Sanemi is jealous as hell of your pillow. Especially the one you use to hug in your sleep.

You cling onto it all night, drool running down your chin, staining the soft sheets below. Your arms are tightly wrapped around the cushion, your cheek lightly squished against it. While you sleep ever so peacefully, Sanemi stares daggers at both you and the damn pillow. While that damn pillow gets all the cuddles and action, he has the honour to big spoon you.

Don’t get him wrong, he enjoys big spooning very much, he just prefers behind held from time to time. The thought of you slowly running your fingers through his hair while his face is pressed up against your chest and his arms comfortably resting around your waist. But nooo… that damn pillow you’ve been using for ages now gets all your affection.

You sometimes notice how Sanemi was “accidentally” is using your favourite pillow as a backrest, flattening it out with no care about your complaining. After fluffing it and heading to the bathroom to brush your teeth, you come back to Sanemi laying right on top of your pillow, again, deflating it.

Two can play this game.

Instead of giving into his silent stubbornness and finally cuddle him like he deserves, you blatantly ignored his silent pleading by snatching his pillow from beneath his head, using it as a replacement. You made yourself comfortable beside your groaning boyfriend, who was now openly being jealous of your pillow.

“You’re being a real piece right now, huh?”

He propped his head up on his arm, menacingly glaring down at you. You gave him a small shrug and a small smirk, cuddling tighter onto his pillow.

Seems like Sanemi is getting deprived of extra cuddles tonight… He’s already thinking about making you repay in other ways, and your boyfriend is not planning on being gentle or cuddly with you.

Someone out there is enjoying these little scenarios XD Also, the sick reader x Sanemi fic has to wait a little, I’ll post it soon!

[loveindefinitely]

༊*·˚ GOT LOVE-STRUCK — how the cod men react to you having a heavy period

featuring. simon 'ghost' riley, johnny 'soap' mactavish, kyle 'gaz' garrick, john 'bravo six' price

warnings. fem!reader, sfw, periods, blood, cramping, minor miscommunication

simon 'ghost' riley

⤷ this man is defs educated. either because of previous partners or because of his mother discreetly teaching him how the cycle worked.

⤷ when he finds you curled into the fetal position in bed, glassy eyed and breathing heavily, he first thinks that you've hurt yourself and refused to go to sick bay

⤷ however, when you start getting defensive, it kinda hits him that it's your period, not a bullet. he slightly calms at that, but seeing you hurt makes him want to solve it with violence against who caused you pain, not comfort

⤷ would absolutely hold you against his chest, his hand rubbing at your lower stomach

⤷ he'd be kinda quiet cause he's upset that he can't just solve the problem like he could if it was something like a mission instead. lowkey mopey whenever you whimper or shiver a bit because of the pain

⤷ doesn't even FLINCH when you ask him to get you more products, some food, or a heatpack. just does as asked with a sharp nod and hasty movements

⤷ him not knowing how to delicately comfort you, so just hoping that his body heat and rubbing at your tender spots is enough for you :(

johnny 'soap' mactavish

⤷ freaks the FUCK out when he sees a bit of blood on your sheets. like, full on, you're on the verge of your death bed, he has to jot down your last words level.

⤷ you're in the kitchen, heating up your heatpack when he comes barreling down the stairs, wrapping you into his arms and checking all over your body

⤷ "oh my jesus, fuck, it's gonna be okay, jus' tell me--"

⤷ you have to awkwardly explain that you had woken up with an earlier period than normal, and that it was way worse than usual, meaning you needed a heatpack before changing the sheets

⤷ man proceeds to fuss even more, refusing to let you move from the couch as he changes the sheets, grabs all of your favourite pillows and blankets, and proceeds to make you your favourite breakfast so you can relax and watch your fav movie/show

⤷ acts like you're terminally ill or smth, because he is at your side, ready to do absolutely anything to ease your pains or worries

⤷ orders in your favourite fast food for dinner, spoons you, gives you sosososo many kisses and cuddles

⤷ he just wants the best for his baby, and he will provide like the man he needs to be to deserve you !!

kyle 'gaz' garrick

⤷ knows immediately. you're not sure how, but he just does, as soon as he walks through the door and sees you cuddled into the couch, face scrunched in pain.

⤷ asks if you need anything from the shops, before making you a drink and getting you the icecream he bought for you just a few days ago, knowing you were due soon

⤷ comes over to rest your head in his lap, giving you a head massage and playing with your hair, listening to whatever you say, or when you're silent, murmuring about his own day or musings to keep you relaxed

⤷ presses soft kisses to your forehead and your stomach, giving you practiced massages that he had watched many youtube tutorials to master

⤷ "shh, sweetheart, i got you."

⤷ knows your preference for tampons/pads/other without having to double-check, in the case that you run out

⤷ when you fall asleep in his lap, he picks you up and softly puts you to bed. whether he's tired or not, he just cuddles you to his chest, loving that HE gets to comfort you, that HE gets to make sure you're safe

⤷ super super sappy throughout it all :(

john 'bravo six' price

⤷ realises that you're in a lot of pain when he wakes up to you whining and curled into a ball

⤷ softly pulls your hair from your face, confused and worried that something had happened while he was asleep, even though he was so careful to keep you safe

⤷ then he remembers that last night you had been wearing your period-proof undergarments and that you probably got it this morning

⤷ when you wake up it's to a heatpack on your stomach and a hand playing with your hair soothingly

⤷ is a bit unsure about it all because he wasn't really educated on the cycle, but still tries his damn best to make you comfortable and happy

⤷ figures that he doesn't give a shit about your natural blood when he's had much worse, much filthier blood on his bare hands

⤷ treats you like you're delicate, and kinda orders you to take it easy

⤷ lets you take charge and request him for the things you need, because he's just unsure and new to it all, having a woman who's so aware of her needs and open to share them with him !

a/n. idk what this is, idk if it's any good, i've been in the city since 6am and it's now 7pm so i'm an exhausted mess. pls excuse this clusterfuck

[demigoddessqueens]

sweet fluff n’ love

pairing: kenji sato x reader

a/n - fluff headcanons for this baseball girl dad who deserves the best

Masterlist 10

Imagining….a soft Kenji who lends you his coat if it’s raining if if you’re cold, always keeping a hand on your waist to keep you close

A gentleman who always holds open the doors for you

Super flirtatious with you, cannot go a mini Ute without touching you, sneaking a kiss or holding your hand

Emi and his dad warming up to you instantly because they notice how Kenji is at his happiest with you

Always pointing out to you in the crowd(s) at his games, wearing his number for support

Entire cuddle bug, either spooning you or lying on top of you, “no you can’t leave, I’m still cuddling you”

[hauntedbydreams]

The long awaited part 2 to the Cuddly!Vi Headcanons as promised

Cuddly!Vi Headcanons Pt. 2 💞

P.S. it’s a bullet point kinda day

Actually loves to read before bed because she used to pass time in prison like that

Her favorite is when you cuddle up and you each read your own copy of the same book so you can discuss your thoughts about it later.

She’s a very restless reader, blame it on the undiagnosed ADHD, but she fidgets all the time and takes forever to get comfy.

Even when she does, she’s switching positions and rummaging around the blankets and pillows every few minutes

You’d think she’d be the same with sleeping but oh no. Once she’s asleep, she’s out like a light.

Didn’t used to be like that. In prison she had to keep her guard up all the time and never let herself fully relax. She also had nightmares about the beatings a lot but after moving in with you and realizing she’s safer than she’s been in years, she’s back to her teenage habits of sleeping like a log.

Snores, a lot! You just kinda shove her and she snorts, maybe turns her head up, half consciously, and then goes right back to sleeping, pulling you closer to her by the waist in the process

Vi always has her hand on your waist when you sleep. Always. And good luck getting out of bed to go pee at night.

“Mmgh where are you going” she grunts sleepily as you try to nudge her off so you can get out of bed.

“I’m just going to the bathroom Vi”

“Mm…hurry back, can’t sleep without you”

But by the time you’re back she’s already snoring. You crawl into bed beside her and almost on cue, her hand is back around your waist as she sleeps face down snoring into the pillow. Even subconsciously she always keeps you close.

Loves being big spoon

Unless it’s her turn to be little spoon. That’s a whole other story. (sHe’S jUsT a LiTtLe BaBy!!)

She’s really gotta be in a mood for that to happen, or it’s one of those days when she’s being quieter than usual and you notice. So you’re all about taking care of her, washing her hair, making her dinner and of course letting her be little spoon.

She kinda likes that it’s a special treatment thing because she feels like she earns it then, even though you’ve told her a million times that you love her and she doesn’t need to earn your love. But not much you can do to rewire an eldest daughter’s brain when it comes to earning and deserving love…!

Vi’s favorite cuddling position though, is when she can crawl up between your legs to lie face down on ur chest. She falls asleep every time while u scratch at her scalp through her pink hair.

Loves to sleep in with you on lazy mornings.

Those are her absolute fave cuddle sessions. Sun on your skin, messy sleep hair, PJs riding up and the warmth of your bedsheets, she swears she could die happy.

Contrary to popular belief, Vi’s not doing her workouts and going for runs at the ass crack of dawn. She prefers to do them later in the day or especially at night while half the world is asleep and everything is dark out, shimmering streetlights as she goes for her midnight run.

She comes back home, showers and then crawls into bed next to you, where you’re usually still awake anyway, waiting for her. Those late nights are her second favorite cuddle sessions. Just you her and the moon.

Cuddly!Vi def comes out when she’s sick

Vi is such a cry baby when she’s sick

“Baby, come cuddle me please” she’s whining before you’ve even made it to the kitchen to make her some tea.

“Can you kiss it better?” With the puppy dog eyes

“Vi it’s literally a cold, where am I supposed to kiss it better?!?”

“Mmm my forehead” “no wait, and my nose” “actual also my lips” and she’s jutting out her bottom lip in a mini pout.

“Yeah ok at this rate I’m gonna get sick too, and then who’s gonna take care of you?”

She’s just pouting up at you and giving you those powder blue puppy eyes. You really can’t deny her.

Very touchy cuddly coded, like will be extremely touchy and soft when you’re out, literally ANYWHERE.

Needs to have her hands on you, on your waist, on your thigh, in your hand, arm around your shoulder, around your hips, head nuzzled in your neck, or resting on top of your head… you name it, she’s tried every PDA move under the sun.

Just a touch starved baby who’s love languages are definitely physical touch and acts of service.