#weird requests from my sleepy husband

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I have it all right here (Lando Norris)

Matilda Norris makes her way earthside

Note: english is not my first language. It's dad!Lando, so you know I shrieked as soon as I saw this request ✨️

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Tw: pregnancy, labour/birth, hospitals

Tag list: @myloverjk-blog

"Lando", you called, shaking your husband as he slept peacefully next to you. For the past 24 hours, more than the rest of the pregnancy, he had been by your side since you kept feeling Braxton-Hicks contractions, doting on you as much as he could so you could be a little bit more comfortable.

He held you in his embrace as he whispered sweet things as you cried, feeling all of the emotions as you whispered "I feel like I've been pregnant for decades, Lando! And I can't do anything on my own", you hiccuped as he rubbed your back sweetly, "you're growing our babygirl until she's ready to come and meet us, that's not nothing, my love", he would soothe, kissing your head multiple times as the pressure on your lower belly increased.

"Are you having Braxton-Hicks again?", he mumbled groggily, rolling over to face you after turning his bedside lamp on.

"I think these are real contractions, like, the ones I actually have when I'm in labour", you smiled.

"How are you feeling? Do they hurt a lot?", he wondered. It was amazing how his brain could switch on like that, going from sleepy to fully aware in seconds.

"It feels like really bad period cramps, but they're definitely worse than what I've felt these past couple of days", you reasoned, cuddling into his open arms, "you know this means we're that little bit closer to meeting her, right?", you tried to shift his attention, failing miserably as he grabbed his phone, "we should track them, so we know when to go to the hospital", he opened the app and propped the phone by your face so you could tap the screen.

"I'm good, love", you tranquilized, touching his temple lovingly, "I'm actually excited! We're going to meet our babygirl soon!".

Sure, there had been moments where you didn't feel amazing, morning sickness that lasted all day, tears that came out of nowhere when you felt like you had been pregnant for the longest time ever, pain in you back and hips and not being able to do things like you used to. But it was so worth it. You had created a new life with the love of your life and although she wasn't planned, it didn't mean that she wasn't wanted or loved. Much to the contrary, you and Lando loved that little girl so much already, as well as everyone else around you, falling in love the minute they saw your ultrasound.

When they started feeling too much for you, Lando moved you both to the shower, supporting your hips as you swayed from side to side, the warm water from the shower practically erasing the pressure for now, "this probably will be the last time in a while that I'll be naked with you and you won't find me weird", you blushed.

Your husband quickly tutted, "no way I'll find you weird, you're so beautiful, Y/N. You're my wife, the mother of my babygirl, you're making me a father, and I will never look at you and think anything less that you're gorgeous, amazing and unstoppable", he added, looking for your eyes and ensuring the message got through to you, "you're the best, Lando", you smiled, kissing his lips before wiping your hands on the towell, tapping the screen to stop the count for the contraction as a message popped up, "it says it is a good time to follow up with the midwife as they're coming closer together", you showed him.

Helping you out and getting dressed in a comfy dress, the sun was rising outside as you bounced on your ball while Lando called the midwife, "Hi, Amelia! It's Lando, did you see our texts? Y/N seems to be in labour", you heard him say on the phone, fingers close to his mouth as he bit his nails nervously while giving her as much information as he knew.

"She says she will be waiting for us at the hospital", Lando informed as he stored his phone in his pocket, "what is missing from the bags?".

"Hmm, phone chargers for both of our phones, the pregnancy pillow - I think it's in our bed -, and I think that's it, the rest has already been packed", you smiled, rubbing your bump, "we need to bring the ball but I'll only let you take this away from me when we go to the car.

"C'mon, my love, easy easy", Lando guided you, hand on the small of your back as you walked to the car, "I can do this on my own, you know that, right?", you giggled, "holding his hand as he opened the door for you, "I know you can, doesn't mean that I don't want to help you or be here in case something happens", he charmed, making sure you were sitting as comfortably as you could.

Running back inside, Lando got all the bags and brought them to the car, closing the trunk and meeting you in the front, "Let's go have a baby", he said, kissing your cheek before switching the car into gear.

Driving to the hospital was fine, making you think that if you could, you should give birth while Lando drove you around as it was the calmest you had seen him since your contractions started.

"Let's not worry until, and if, we have to, okay?", Lando nudged at you, driving into the parking lot and seeing Amelia waving at you.

Taking a deep breath, you took off your seatbelt once the car was parked and opened the door, "Good morning! Y/N, how are we doing this morning?", she smiled, helping you get out as Lando thanked the nurse that had joined you to carry the bags.

"I'm good, although these are getting serious now", you breathed through, accepting Amelia's hand.

"I'm going to park the car and then I'll join you upstairs, okay?", Lando said, kissing your forehead sweetly, "I'll be quick, baby, you won't even notice I'm gone", he smiled.

After checking you in and going up to your room, Amelia helped you into the hospital gown as she introduced the rest of the team you hadn't met yet, "my husband should be here any mi- oh, there he is!", you pointed to the curly haired man asking one of the nurses for you.

"I'm here, I'm here!", he said, breathing in, "I'm Lando, the husband, and father to the little one", he introduced himself, greeting everyone in the room before coming to sit next to you, "need help with anything?", he noticed you fumbling with the sleeves, folding them as Amelia explained what they were expecting to happen and what they would do.

As everyone else left the room, Lando helped you go back to bounce on the ball, grabbing a stool with wheels so he could be at the same level, "are they getting bad?", he questioned. Your eyebrows furrowed more than they relaxed and your eyes were shut most of the time.

Smiling at his voice, you opened your eyes, "they're getting closer now, stronger too. Bouncing isn't as effective as it was when we were home, so we either move to the big drugs or we have to find something else to help", you wiggled your eyebrows.

"We still have all of those stretches to go through, I also remember that one article about how touches just out-", you were quick to slap his arm, "your hands are not going anywhere near the downstairs region, oh, no no no, mister. As much as I believe your fingers could work their magic, I don't want you to be around the area that's going to stretch and push a human out. Not today, baby, not today", you threatened lightly, joking with him despite knowing he genuinely had the best intentions.

"Mum sends her well wishes and a bunch of pink ballons", Lando showed you the text message in the family group chat, seeing your face contort in pain, "hey, do you want to move to the bed or walk around a little bit?", he suggested.

"I want up", you said, holding your arms out so he could support you as someone knocked on the door, "hello Y/N, we came in here to check your dilation. Is that okay?", Amelia asked, putting on gloves.

"I just got up", you sighed, not wanting to sit or lie down again, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to sound so rude", you looked up, "where do you need me?".

"Standing up is fine, dear", Amelia crouched down, "I'm just going to touch you", she informed, doing so before coming back up, "you're at 7 cm, dear! You're progressing very well. And, Y/N, we're here to make this as comfortable as possible for you, you don't have to apologise for voicing your needs".

Your husband crouched down, searching for your eyes and hoping to see what you needed through them when you bent, "Here, lean on me, gorgeous", Lando urged, standing straight and grabbing your arms and lacing them around his neck, hands joint on the nape of his neck as you allowed your hips to loosen and allow your abdomen to rest a little too, gravity doing its thing. For anyone else, you included, this would've been a band-aid fix until you fell down, your legs not taking in the force and collapsing soon, but luckily for you, your husband was an athlete with unusually good neck strength so, for a good while, this would work.

"Is that nice?", he wondered, checking in if this position wasn't at the very least hurting and causing you even more pain.

"It's good, yes", you breathed out, syncing with him as you looked up him, your chin resting just below his sternum, "hey there", he whispered as his soft tone brought a smile to your face, almost numbing all the pressure you felt.

"Hey", you blushed as you felt his gaze on you even though he was not looking or concerned about anyone else in that room other than you and his little girl, "I don't know why we've never done this before, I'm actually comfortable", you joked, "glad we found out sooner than later, we can adopt this greeting from here on", he joked back, a little relieved that you were feeling a little bit better.

"I want up, again", you groaned, "I feel like pushing, and I don't know if I can, call someone, please", you asked Lando as you walked about the room once he helped you to stand, ringing the bell, "you're doing so well, love, so so so well", he whispered, holding you as you swayed from side to side.

"Y/N! Do you think it's time?", the OB asked, "I feel like I have to push, but I'm afraid of doing something wrong, so I need someone to check and make sure I'm not doing something bad for me or for my baby", you explained, humming as she approached you.

"It's time to push, Y/N!", the OB winked at you as she put her gloves on, "do you know how you want to do this?", she questioned.

"Can I have him behind me? My back is killing me but I don't want to sit", you tried your best to explain the vision you had in your head.

Lando was quick to push your back gently against his chest as the nurses and Amelia covered the floor around you with disposable covers, "you can hold her by placing your arms under hers - yes, like that -, that way Y/N can let her body do what it needs to do", she guided as Lando held you under your armpits, hands lacing on your chest, "you've got this, my love", he whispered.

"When you feel the contraction, just push and go along with it!", she urged as she sat in position to catch your baby. You allowed your body to fall against your husband, hoping his strength wouldn't fail you now.

Your body urged you to push and you did what it told you, faintly feeling Lando's lips on your sweaty forehead as he whispered words of encouragement while you pushed, "just a little more, I promise, gorgeous, you're doing so well bringing Tilly to us", he said.

Five big pushes and your baby girl was earthside in Amelia's arms, and with a few wiggles, baby Matilda let out her first cry.

"Should we lay Iin the bed now, mummy?", one of the nurses asked as she helped Lando move you to the bed right next to you as they cut the chord.

"Here's your babygirl, congratulations!", she said, putting the little human on your chest after you let one of the sleeves drop so her skin touched yours, "hello, my love, we're your mummy and daddy", you cooed, tears falling from your eyes as you touched her cheeks, kissing her fingers as she seemed to noticed her movements had a little bit more freedom now.

"Hey, beautiful girl", Lando hiccuped, not having two cares in the world that he was crying in a room full of people. He only cared about you, rubbing your shoulder, and the little baby on your chest. His daughter.

"Now we're gonna need to take this little girl to check everything while you deliver the placenta alright?", one of the nurses said and you extended your arms so she could grab him, "I'll stay her with her, if that's okay", Lando checked.

"We'll do it here, you'll still be in the same room", she smiled as she moved to the counter on the side of the room, pulling out the materials she needed like the measuring tape, a scale and such.

"I'll just be in the way there", he said with loving (and still a bit teary) eyes, "I love you so much, baby. Thank you for this, thank you, thank you", Lando said, brushing the hair away from your eyes.

"Thank you for not letting me give up, and for letting me use you like monkey bars in the playground", you smiled, puckering your lips so he would take the hint and kiss them.

The moment Matilda was placed back in her daddy's arms and chest, Lando was sure he would do anything in the world that he needed to do to make sure his family was safe and happy. He vowed to always be there whenever you and his daughter needed, to support you everytime even if he wasn't physically close and to always love you both, no matter what.

"You look so much like mummy, gorgeous girl", he whispered, "you have her chubby cheeks, her nose, although hers is not as button like as yours, but the resemblance is there. You're so loved, babygirl. You have so many uncles waiting to shower you with kisses and presents, grandparents that can't wait to meet you. And me and mummy have wanted you for so long. It wasn't, maybe, in a timing we figured would be best, but the more we thought about it, the more we figured that maybe there wouldn't have been a great timing ever, so your surprise was the best one, ever. I met your mummy because of our work, or part of what I do as well, you'll soon find out. She's so strong, just like you, eh?", he chuckled as she held his finger in her fist with the reflexive tight grip, "and she's kind, persistent, so intelligent, and I hope you get all of those traits, too. You're our dreams come true, Matilda", he said as he kissed her forehead, making her scrunch deliciously against his naked chest.

"How's everyone in here?", Amelia asked after she knocked on the door, to which you replied after the noise woke you up, "we're doing good, the food helped a lot, thank you", referring to the tray of food they brought you as you had barely gotten any sleep since the day before and did not have much of an appetite during labour.

"Now we should see this little one's tummy, if that's okay. Because any minute now I think she'll be hungry", she asked as Lando put on a shirt after placing your daughter on your chest.

Uncovering your chest after joking about everyone in the room having been all in the up in there and how it wasn't a boob flashing that was going to compromise you further, you urged your babygirl to latch on your nipple.

"Alright, let's get this baby to latch, shall we? I'm probably going to have to touch you if that's okay", the nurse said while you nodded, "C'mon, little one, you can't be too lazy about this, it's right there ready for you!", she smiled as she touched her cheek, the reflex immediate as she suckled, "Good job, Matilda", she whispered, looking at your vitals.

"And you, Y/N? How are you feeling?", she questioned as she registered the numbers on her iPad, "I'm good, a little tired, but otherwise fine and very much in love", you blushed, touching Matilda's cheek.

"Lando?", Amelia finally asked, bringing Lando out of his focus as he watched you and your daughter.

Sighing, Lando had the look of love, as Max would often tell him whenever his eyes glossed over and he had the biggest smile on his face, "I'm on cloud nine. I have both of my girls finally with me, they're well and they're healthy. I'm on cloud nine, indeed, I don't need anything else. I have it all right here".

[causenessus]

Congrats on 1k!!! Well deserved! May I request fluffiest of fluff of 🏠 with Kenma? Just like him and reader’s everyday life after becoming newlyweds or something

Thank you ☺️

domesticity. | kozume k.

kenma x f! reader

written in 2nd pov

one word prompt from 1k followers event: 🏠 -> domesticity

"let's skip to the wedding, let's stay past the ending, i'm gonna be good to you <3" from let's skip to the wedding by eyedress

word count: 1.1k

notes: fluff!! and written as headcannons i hope that's alright <3 it was just kind of the way my brain immediately took the request. thank you so much for requesting! this was adorable to write i hope u enjoy <3 also, a mention of 10 cent bag rule that some states do lol. just wanted to explain it beforehand so no one is confused, it's just something mandatory some states do where either you bring a resuable bag or pay 10 cents for a plastic bag! also sorry for any weird formatting, tumblr is having a FIT rn

you guys are finally married!! what does your life as newlyweds look like? <3

kenma did NOT get up the day after your wedding. and he didn’t let you get up either. you guys cuddled the entire day and then got up at like 6pm to get takeout for your first meal as husband and wife LMAO

that was basically your honeymoon but if you want to actually go somewhere, that’s totally fine <3 he’ll go with you

but his love definitely comes out most in just plain domesticity

and if you guys started living with each other even before getting married, you’ve definitely gotten a taste of that simple life

domesticity with kenma looks like you guys sharing a lot of chores

if he washes the dishes, you put them away and vice versa

and he actually enjoys doing the dishes (maybe slightly just bc you squeal and can’t help but kiss his cheek every time you see him roll up his sleeves and tie his hair back. just maybe)

on the other hand, LAUNDRY is the bane of your guys’ existence which means folding + movie nights are a STAPLE in your household

you both definitely take turns picking out movies while folding clothes or while you mend his old nekoma sweats

laundry makes him feel like years are being taken off his life though. he loves being on stray sock duty (pulling out your giant bag of stray socks and trying to find matches when the pile gets big enough) or sometimes he just ends up cuddling you instead. usually its with his arms wrapped around your waist, and he loves putting his head in your lap

sometimes it gets hard folding laundry when he does that

but you can’t complain, watching a movie and cuddling? suddenly laundry’s not that bad

and he’s just so comfortable and has this crazy effect of always making you feel sleepy that you guys have fallen asleep countless times on the couch

although this also leads to you guys waking up and the most random movies playing most of the time

like the one time you guys woke up to the shining theme playing and literally thought you were about to die (IK I MENTIONED THIS IN COLD KISSES BEFORE BUT IT IS STILL SUCH A FUNNY MEMORY TO ME)

sometimes you guys throw in a blanket while drying your clothes just so that while you’re both folding laundry you can be under a warm blanket too <3

you definitely binged like all the conjuring movies while folding laundry too

my guy cannot be trusted in the kitchen but he will try his very best if you ask him for help

will for sure keep you company in the kitchen no matter what though

is sometimes on music duty or will just play his switch while you’re cooking and you both enjoy the peaceful moment <3

he can also make tea or coffee for both of you while you're cooking!! he's very good at that <3 and definitely helps grab plates when you're both ready to eat

and sometimes gets out of bed early in the morning so he can bring you a cup of tea while you're still waking <3

especially on cold mornings. will 100% get out of bed for you. you're both cold? you want the heater up? okay <3 he'll get out of bed to turn it up before getting straight back into bed and pulling you close, nuzzling his cold face into your warm neck

he’s very good in grocery stores

at pushing the cart.

and holding your grocery list if you really trust him

please don’t leave him he’ll literally go into panic mode and stand in the middle of the bread aisle until you come back

or he’ll do that thing where he walks past every aisle trying to find which one you’re in and then you guys will see each other from opposite ends

to be honest he’s more of a basket guy anyway

like you walk into the grocery store and he's immediately picking up a basket (bc no way is he letting you hold it)

“kenma we need like a week’s work of groceries they’re not all gonna fit in there”

“yeah it will. i'll make it fit.”

most of the time he can't LMAO or something ends up getting squished but it’s okay

bc you know why he likes baskets?

so he can hold your hand <3

loves loves loves to play with your wedding ring, fiddling with it or just running his thumb over it while holding your hand

at first he hated grocery stores bc there’s so many inconsiderate people and it just make him feel anxious but he started to like it when he came with you

he likes following you around because you always know where you're going and he's just there for the ride

and he likes being there so that whenever you put something in the basket and ask “what’s next on the list?” he can tell you <3 he takes his job as grocery list holder very seriously

also surprisingly good at remembering to bring reusable bags (or will insist on holding everything. he is NOT paying 10¢ for a bag)

he may also sneak a few snacks into the basket/cart (if you forced him to get one) which is always okay <3

dinner looks like him stopping everything to eat with you or inviting you to watch/play with him while you guys eat

because again quality time is such an important and prominent love language in your guys’ life

he loves to just have you there with him and it’s all you need as well <3

but especially by marriage, if you want one-on-one time he will absolutely give you his full attention. why would he pass up on a chance to stare at his wife's pretty face and listen to her talk?

his chat and fanbase are also definitely well acquainted with you and adore you

they’re always melting over your interactions and sometimes when you walk by the camera and they see you they’re all freaking out like “OMG IT’S Y/N!!!!” “CAN WE SAY HI TO Y/N”

he always laughs when he sees his chat, because sometimes he doesn’t even notice you walking around in the background but he always complies. “babe?” he’ll call out

“what’s up?” you ask, coming back into the room

“my chat just wants to say hi,” he answers and you always smile, walking closer to his desk and leaning over his shoulder to say hi

it literally warms his heart to see his wife interacting with his chat <3

and when his followers found out you guys were getting married? #ynxkenmaendgameishappening went viral on twitter

and nearly everytime he refers to you as his wife his chat still blows up

you probably join him for q&as most often, and he once again is usually holding your hand in his lap, fidgeting with the pretty ring on your finger while you talk to the stream

at night he’s definitely a late sleeper, but you’ve scolded him about looking at screens in the dark too many times for him to count

so oftentimes you’re curled up at his side, your face nuzzled into his torso to block out the light while he has a small lamp on and an arm resting you, holding you close

and when he finally goes to bed, he never fails to press a kiss to your head before wrapping his arms around u <3

[vacayisland]

Hiii I saw that you were still doing requests so I was wondering if you could do a John Dory x Reader van life fanfic?

I dont have anything particular to ask for just a little story of how it would be like to live with JD in Rhonda and have a simple life after all of the events that happened with Floyd and stuff :)

@!; "Put on Pants!" John Dory / Reader

"Summary"! You love JD, you really do... but at this point, you're about two seconds from slapping his pants in his face if he won't put them on!... and this is exactly how your mornings always start with your husband <3 "Tags"! Fluff and a dumb plot I made with my friend for a goofy story. Also I'm very very sleepy while writing this <3 I was also being silly, I need to have fun writing <3 @writergal02 @chamille-trash @valvalentine69 @starzwithapen

@!; You loved John Dory, you really did. If you didn’t, you wouldn’t have married him all those years ago, if you didn’t you wouldn’t have put up with his weird antics or his little shenanigans, if you didn’t you wouldn’t have left your old life behind to start a new one with him, if you didn’t you wouldn’t be here right now arguing about him and his pants! It was a very odd argument, not even an argument more like a back and forth bicker, about John Dory refusing to wear his pants inside of the house. Not only not his pants, but his shirt as well! Now, granted, you understood where he came from. It’s his house as well, you both lived in Rhonda after all, and he did live here first, but you also lived here! And not to get you wrong, you could stare at the site of your husband, nearly, butt naked for hours on end yet… there comes to a point where the pants need to go on. If no one is coming over, JD is walking around in nothing other than his boxers and goggles. Sure he’ll put on pants and the vest you got him if he has to go out. But as soon as he gets home? Somehow all of that disappears and he’s left in his boxers, which both baffles and amazes you. How he even manages to basically strip that fast, you aren’t even sure. All you know is that you’re slightly fed up with seeing him in boxers for a majority of your day.

“Babe,” You tried explaining to JD without laughing, knowing this was just plain ridiculous. Though, seeing as your husband just walked out of your shared room for the umteenth time in nothing but boxers, you had to bring it up. Again. “You need to put on pants, you can’t just walk out here in boxers! We have a window. Multiple windows! And none of them are tinted.” “Our house.” Was the only grumble you got from your half-asleep husband, who was brushing his teeth all the while trying to make coffee. He wasn’t actually exactly brushing his teeth, as the toothbrush hung from his mouth, likely forgotten as JD began to warm the cafetera on the stop top. It was also hard to keep a straight face when JD was wearing his red heart boxers, “Ay dios mio, John Dory! Put on your damn pants, no one wants to see your nearly naked ass walking around our camper! Por favor.” You pleaded, slips of giggles escaped your lips as you tried to calm your giggles by rubbing your face. But it was truly no use when you glanced back up at your husband. He was leaning against the kitchen counter, arms crossed, and the widest smirk on his face. He looked a little goofy, seeing as his toothbrush was still hanging out of his mouth, but you could tell what his next words were. It was going to be a quip, a flirtatious one of that. It was one he usually used to end this pants conversation, knowing it got you flustered or flabbergasted or just plain over him enough to stop your pursuit. You loved JD so much, but whenever he says: “Aw come on babe, you know you love the sight,” You wanted to strangle him! “I would love the sight even more if my husband would put on his damn pants!” You shot back, not being able to contain your laughter as JD began to playfully wiggle his eyebrows at you. With a shake of your head, you covered your face in your hands and sunk down on the couch melodramatically. God this man is going to be the death of you and he knew it.

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[satorubrain]

heyy, i saw you asking for gojo requests 👉🏼👈🏼

can i request a very fluffy domestic husband gojo i don’t really have anything else in mind so please feel free for the rest 🫶🏼

Pairings: Gojo Satoru x Reader.

Tags: FLUFF

Synopsis: He's a silly babie having sillier thoughts

A/N: HUSBAND SATORU WOULD BE SO CHEESY ME THINKS. ALSO I HOPE U LIKE THIS!!!

You were fast asleep, for the most part at least but you were way too tired to get out of bed and see what Satoru has been doing for the past two hours.

For the past two hours, you've been hearing the clicking and clacking of things, doors being opened and closed every short interval. You were just so thankful you've gained the ability to sleep through whatever chaos satoru causes- he can even ask you nonsensical questions and you're capable of answering him through your slumber.

You wake up an hour later and find the house to be so silent. Eerily silent. You know he's safe or at least alive by sensing his cursed energy. Thinking it's always better to get ready for the day before even thinking of facing your dear husband. Especially now, you know something is up.

"Sato-" Your eyes widen when you see him, your husband, one of the strongest sorcerers of the era on his knees, looking sorry. You expected a prank, a joke, something random but not whatever this is.

Before you could recover from your shock he gets on his one knee, grabbing your hands "I'm so sorry for always annoying you and creating troubles but please don't leave me" he pleads.

"WHAT??? Wait wait- who's leaving you? What is happening?" You question him, bewildered by his strange yet worrisome actions, nose scrunched with your head tilted.

"...you?" he feared.

"why would i leave- wait did you.... did you cheat on me?" you ponder, you know he wouldnt but the heart aches even at the thought of it.

"WHAT?! NO I WOULD NEVER. WHY DID YOU EVEN THINK OF THAT??????" he was dumbfounded and quite hurt as well.

"then why would I leave you??"

"because you told me you'll leave me"

"I NEVER SAID THAT and i love you too much for that Satoru" You confessed cupping his cheeks, eliciting a shy giggle from him.

But he returns to the main topic pretty quickly and now you're both stuck in a weird questionable situation. Finally, he decides to explain how he interrogated the sleepy you and asked you all the wrong questions. Of course you said yes when he asked "would you leave me tomorrow when you wake up for always annoying you?" leading to the current scenario.

Though you had the magical ability to sleep through things but there was a major drawback- you would say yes to everything when being questioned.

You sigh as you pull him into your arms "My love, my dear husband of three years please do not worry about my unfortunate habit of saying yes to everything in sleep and me going anywhere." you pause, taking his hand in yours before placing a gentle kiss on the wedding ring while looking at him "i fear I love you too much to even leave you after death" you chuckle.

He pulls you in his arms tightly, causing the both of you to fall on the ground as his laughter echoes through the rooms "sigh, see at you making me worry for absolutely no reason! That is very bitter to do so, my kikufuku!!" he complains contradictory to the grin on his face.

"But nonetheless, let me treat my sweet wife like she deserves to be." He announces, making the rest of your time, his.

The rest of your day goes pretty well with him having breakfast with you where he insisted you both feed each other, as according to him, it helps make the couple love each other more. Him cleaning the dishes before settling on the couch which was surrounded by your favorite flowers where you both went through the special, as he called it, the special married couple skincare routine before the both of you painted each other's nails. Ordering the food through online services as you both binged your recent favorite series, intensely discussing the plot.

It was a perfect stay-in date, the one you both desperately needed to recharge from the exhausting lifestyle you both lead.

"soooo.... tomorrow even if you say yes to your most hated food, I shouldn't make it right?" Satoru questioned, his voice laced with mischief.

"Yes thank you. I mean yeah please don't make it" you doubly clarify so you prove that you're awake, causing the both of you to laugh.

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[platinumrosetail]

So I was wondering if I would request a male reader with Adam, Loki, Thor and Shiva?

M!reader is always tired, like no amount of sleep can fix it. So he sleeps alot and he also can sleep basically anywhere.

They're also already married.

Btw could m!reader be a god with everyone but Adam (with Adam he's a human)?

Also I was thinking for the personality he could be a tsundere

Sure! I’ll do my best! I’ll try my best with the tsundere personality, hopefully I can get a small bit of it right but if not then so sorry 😅.

Warning: noob author, male reader, au maybe?, and others.

Characters: Adam, Loki, Thor, shiva.

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Adam:

(You can decide if you want to replace Eve or Adam and Eve separated, same with shine with his wives, reason for this is because I’m uncomfortable with female x reader even if it’s barely mentioned, so please understand and thank you.)

You were always sleepy no matter how many times you took a nap and slept for hours, you tried using comfortable beds that was specially made for this predicament but it still didn’t work no matter how many times you tried.

Your husband; Adam, worried for you as sleep helps make energy to do things throughout the day so he did what he could think of to help you, which caused you to blush and say that you don’t need his help but you both know you don’t mean it.

He doesn’t mind when you say things like this as when you do get some sleep for once you say some things that you would never say out loud, like how you loved him and all sorts of sweet things like that.

That’s one of the reasons why he wants to help you sleep more, so he can hear more of that as it’s really cute considering your difference in personality when you’re awake.

Another reason was because he was worried that you might have a bad illness that you didn’t know you had since you were born and how it might grow into something more dangerous for your health.

You get flustered on how much your husband cares about you which Adam begins to tease you a little and cuddle to you to make you more flustered.

You can sleep anywhere and whenever Adam come across your sleeping form he joins you both cause he wants to cuddle with you and to guard you from anyone that thinks they want to hurt his husband.

Loki:

You’ve been sleeping a lot lately to hopefully finally not be tired like you always were whenever you had woken up from your nap/rest.

Loki noticed it and decided to help out surprisingly as sometimes you toss and turn which wakes him up from the movement so he decided to help so you both could get peaceful sleep.

Loki got the dwarves to make a pillow and a blanket that is made from a cloth and threads to easily put you to sleep the moment you get in bed with it.

He also got some other lower ranked gods to make a special tea that is used to also help put you to sleep faster as well.

You were flustered at how helpful he was on trying to help you sleep better and not be tired after you wake up, you told him that he didn’t have to bother with this and that you could’ve done it yourself but all he did was snuggle up to you and guide you to bed to finally and hopefully get some sleep without getting tired after waking up later.

Loki also finds you weird spots he’s amazed at how you can fit in some of those spots as he wouldn’t be able to fit unless he shapeshift’s into something to fit, these spots soon became his hiding place when he needs it to escape the wrath of his victims that he pranked.

Whenever you do sleep in random spots he goes and collect the pillow and blanket and wrapped the both of you up into a nice burrito and cuddle. Let’s just say everyone else in the Norse pantheon and outside it is thankful when he decides to pay attention to you whether than causing chaos by his pranks.

Thor:

Thor noticed how even though you sleep a lot you always seem tired no matter how much naps and rest you had taken.

Thor ask his father about how he could help you not get tired after you wake up.

Odin suggests that he should get the dwarves and some lower ranked gods that specialize in sleep to help create something for you so you’re finally well rested

Thor finds it humorous at how you can sleep anywhere, he once found you sleeping on top of mjölnir before picking you up and placing you on y’all’s bed before cuddling you.

He also found you with his fathers birds sleeping, using them as teddy bears, no matter how many time they try to get out of your hold they couldn’t escape your hold.

Thor gifted you the things he requested to help you with your sleeping problems which flustered you, you say that you didn’t need it and that he didn’t have to do that.

But you still took it and thanked him before going to bed though you didn’t go to asleep immediately even though you want to, you gestured him over which he did before both of y’all fell asleep together.

Shiva:

Shiva noticed fast that even though you slept a lot you were still always tired no matter how much you slept and napped.

Shiva offered his pillow to you to hopefully help out and also ordered to have some blank and pillows made from cloths that help sleep and reduce tirednessz

He as well as some incense to help fall asleep faster so it can help reduce the tiredness you get in the morning.

He also got advice on how he should go about this from gods that specialize in sleep.

Shiva finds it funny and very humorous on the places he finds you sleeping in no matter how uncomfortable they are or look.

He gives real good cuddles what with his four arms making you feel safe, as well as his warmth and physique.

He also finds it cute on how flustered you got when he gifted you these and teased you which resulted in getting hit by both his pillow and one of the pillows he gifted you he laughs afterwards before carrying you to bed and falling asleep.

(A/n: hope you liked it! I tried my best on the tsundere personality so hopefully I did ok, I didn’t know what kind of outcome you wanted so I kinda left it blank so y’all could fill that in yourselves on what ending you wanted. I also did this on a low battery percentage lol I wanted to see if I could finish shiva’s part and I did but after that I had to get my charger lol, also I probably made the characters a bit ooc which I apologize for it’s just I haven’t done their characters before so I’m not used to doing them plus it’s been a while since I’ve done any record of ragnarok😅 anyway hope y’all have a wonderful day/evening/night!!)

[aethelwyneleigh27]

ell now time to write the drabble I've been giving my mutuals 😈🥳

Gaz was a very observant man, never once did he miss a detail when it came to you.

He kept many mental notes about your interests and what you liked as your relationship ship went on

So knowing you liked sanrio was something that he knew he had to indulge in. Buying you many gifts of the characters, mainly revolving around plushies of cinnamoroll and other characters.

He loved seeing you smile and knowing that this was the way to seeing your beautiful smile, he couldn't help himself

YES, just yes. Gaz would be such a good fucking boyfriend (husband really) and no one ever talks about him enough. I hate it so much when people replace him with König. So here's something to feed my children who are part of the rise of the Gaz nation <3

My rules for requests and characters I can write for

ꕥ HOPE YOU ENJOY! ꕥ

A/n: THANK YOU SO MUCH TO MY BELOVED @puff0o0 FOR THIS DELICIOUSLY FLUFFY DRABBLE. This definitely wasn't self-indulgent 😳. Safe to say I had a field day with this one <3

ꕥ Kyle is the type of boyfriend who calls you in the middle of the night or no matter what time just to check in on you. He's the guy your mother calls when she can't reach you.

ꕥ Thinking about Kyle before you enter a relationship with him, forehead kisses that last way longer than they're supposed to, the ones that he swears are platonic but aren't. He wants to show his love so badly but can't because you'll think he's weird for doing so when you both are "friends".

ꕥ He wants to touch you and feel you in his arms without having to be self-conscious about his touch straying too far or being too much for you. He's seen the way your face contorts adorably when something's not right.

ꕥ Thinking about Kyle "Gaz" Garrick who holds you during movie nights when you fall asleep, he doesn't care about the movie playing, he's just admiring you sleeping on his chest and tucks a strand of your wild hair back so he could see more of your lashes that fall so perfectly on the skin of your face.

ꕥ Kyle who loves waking up next to you in the morning, his morning voice a bit deeper and his lips finding the top of your head, greeting you good morning while his eyes are closed and mind still half asleep. In his mind, he'd be begging for you to just look up at him with your sleepy state just so he could see how cute you are.

ꕥ Kyle who doesn't give a fuck what others think of the both of you, doesn't matter whether you're together as a couple or not, he'll do anything in his power to protect you from anything and everything. Might not seem like it but Gaz is a total badass. (The man fell out if a helicopter, cut him some slack)

ꕥ Kyle who loves burying his head on your neck and peppering it with soft chaste kisses making you giggle his name while you try to push him off playfully, but it only results in him hugging his arms around your waist tighter.

ꕥ There's nothing Kyle loves more than hearing his name slip out of your lips, especially in between kisses. He swears the sweet sound would bring him straight to heaven.

ꕥ He's desperately asked Price how to actually take you out on a date and advice on how to treat you because he was so fucking nervous that he couldn't think. Price gave him a firm hand on the shoulder and reassured him that he's got this.

ꕥ He had a habit of hiding his smile even though he smiles too often around you, people have called him out on it. Especially Price, after all he was the first one to know about you two and his son's little crush.

ꕥ Gaz got rid of the habit subconsciously thanks to you when you so adorably begged him to show you his smile while you held his wrists and gently tried to pry his hands off. After all, how could he resist you?

[nanaloveswo-men]

Can u write one for ramos where he comes home after a long day and his wife just comforts him and they just like stay in bed cuddling JSHCJFHUWCISJJDH IDEK WHAT IM ASKING THIS IS THE FIRST TIME IVE ASKED FOR A REQUEST 😭😭

handsome man - sergio ramos

pairing: husband sergio ramos x fem!wife!reader

summary: after a long day at work, sergio was finally at home, only wanting his sweet wife company.

warnings: fluffy and a little suggestive, nothing explicit

author notes: I WAS WAITING FOR THIS. THANK YOU SOOOOO MUCH FOR THIS REQUEST. I LOVE RAMOS

word count: 1,1k

“i only like to be sweet with you”

Paris was rainy, the sky almost as gray as the color itself. You didn’t have any work, because for some miracle, your boss had given you a couple of days off, so of course you were enjoying your little vacation, in the best way best possible. 

You were peacefully laying in bed, watching the new season of your favorite netflix series, almost sleeping in the pillow-nest you had made. Now, the tv noises were nothing more than a background sound for your sleepy mind. 

The hours passed flying, and you didn’t even notice when your husband had finally arrived at home, his car brutally parking in your house’s carage.

Sergio was mad, unfortunely, his day was horrible, from the beggining of the day, when he had woken up without you by his side, to the rest of it, when everyone on the psg team were seeing to be trying to get the fuck out of him. 

He was stressed. The only thing Ramos needed now, was to have you, his wife, in his arms.

He entered the house, and the first thing he noticed, was the silence. Usually, when he came to home, you were always waiting for him with a sweet smile.”That’s weird” he said to himself looking around.

When he didn’t find you anywhere, Sergio went to you guys bedroom, hoping that he could see you there. Ramos opened the door, and a smile quickly grew into his face when he saw your sleep figure laying in bed. The tv was turned on, your series still going through, and Sergio was quick to pause it, so you wouldn’t miss any part.

Ramos decided to take a shower before going to bed, because he didn’t want to be next to you when he was covered in sweat. Before entering the bathroom, he came closer to you, letting a kiss on the side of your mouth.

You woke up with the sound of the shower on, your sleepy mind  taking some time before realsing that Sergio was already at home. You streched your arms and back before getting out of bed, heading straigh to the bathroom.

“Honey?” you called for him knocking on the door. 

Not even a minute after, the door was open, and a half naked Sergio was showed to you. He was still a little wet, and you presumed that he had only put his boxer on before opening the door.

“Hey babe, what is in your mind?” Ramos asked when he noticed your silence “Nothing, only thinking about you” you answered hugging him, not even caring about his wet body.

“Missed you the whole day, love” he mumbled next to the top of your head. “Sorry, I didn’t heard when you arrived” you excused yourself “But you should have woken me up”.

You looked right into his eyes, but Sergio was already staring at you.

“Nah, you were so pretty sleeping, I couldn’t do that to your cute ass” he said smiling. “But i wanted to shower with you” you puckered your lips “Sorry babe, I didn’t know about your horn intentions” he kissed your mouth.

You tried to get out of his embrance, to defend yourself from his accusation, but Sergio didn’t let you go, so you started to laugh.

“I didn’t have any intention! Let me be free!” he was holding you tightly. “No, I had an awful day, and now I really need my wife to comfort me”.

“I don’t think that I want to comfort you” you teased him “Oh no, I really think you want to” he said with a smirk.

You two shared a sweet kiss, your husband’s hands carissing your cheeks with love.

“Being with a bunch of men the whole day made me miss you more than ever” he said when you stopped the kiss “Everyday you say this” you smirked “Because everyday i only miss you more and more” he pecked your whole face.

The room was filled with both of your laughs, you two walking in the bed direction, still in a tight hug.

“You’re such a pain in the ass Sergio” you said when he was finally laying on top of you. 

Ramos took adventage of the position you two were in, putting his head on your chest and passing his arms around your body. You couldn’t do many things with Sergio’s body on top of yours, so you were happy to just run your fingers through his hair.

“Bad day?” you whispered. “Yeah, also a long one” he said back.

Both of you stayed in silence for a moment, just cuddling and enjoying the presence of each other. You were looking at your husband’s face, admiring how handsome he was. 

Sometimes, you would caught yourself thinking about how luck you were for having such an incredible husband like Sergio, but what you didn’t know, was that very often, Ramos would think the same, how someone like him, could have such a perfect wife. In the end, both of you were simple in love.

“You are so handsome my love” you said with your eyes shining “That’s funny, because I was thinking the same of you” he looked right at you.

You couldn’t help but smile, in all those years you were with Ramos, he had always treated you with nothing but love and kindness.

“I wonder what people would think if they saw you like says” you hummed “Like what?” he asked resting his face in the corner of your neck.

“Like a baby” Sergio pinched the side of your waist “Wait! Let me explain!” you giggled with his actions. “I’m listening, but you should be careful with your words, love” he teased.

“Well, everyone is used to see you like a beast on the shields, but they don’t know that you are actually a sweet boy” you tried to explain without smiling. “Oh shut up, i have to scare my enimies” he tried to defend himself “And i like to be know as a beast” he said proud.

“I only like to be sweet with you” 

“C’mon babe, you are so cute!” you said almost dying from happiness. You got his head with you hands, pecking his whole face with a bunch of kisses. “I love you so much!” 

“I love you too honey” he answer smiling at you.

You went back to the same position you were, with Sergio on top of you, his head on your chest, and now, your hands were carissing not only his hair, but his also his face and neck. 

After a long and stressful day, Ramos was finally in a good mode, nothing could be better than his wife company.

[blingblong55]

Moments like this- 141+ König

GN!Reader, fluff, romantic! Relationship, civilian! reader

Based on a request: Do you think you could write some hcs (for 141 guys and konig ofc hes my fav<3) where the reader has really long hair?.Just for some inspo: I'm thinking ghosts love language entails him helping brush, wash, care for his s/o hair. And Johnny and konig love playing with their s/o hair, braiding it, learning how to do hairstyles etc...thank you🩷💖

A/N: as soon as I read the request, I thought of Rapunzel when in tangled she gets her hair done by the little girls lol

Price:

This man grew up with only brothers, but he was more of the kinder one, so when it came to you and your long hair, he watched tutorials on how to braid and care for hair.

It was new to him, he hadn't done this, like ever.

But, when he came home after a long and stressful day, he would go to you. Who was already in the couch waiting for him.

He couldn't talk, it was as if his voice had just given out. So what does he do? starts running his fingers through your hair.

Which calms both of you, he someway, somehow fell asleep. And it was definitely the best he's had so far.

So, this become a thing, you dont ask questions and neither does he.

All you do is wait by the couch or in bed and he drops everything and combs through your hair, slowly drifting into sleep.

I like to think he asks Kate and her wife on how to do a pony tail, and although he tries, he gets so frustrated, he ends up giving up.

Gaz:

I whole heartedly believe he grew up with sisters, with that said, he knows how to braid your hair.

I am talking a master at braids, when he isn't in the mood for too much, he brushes your hair, and when he just needs to relax in a warm bath, he drags you in and washes your hair.

There was one time where you were sick, and he knows that if you stay in bed for longer, you won't feel better, so...he washes your hair, putting all the right products in, massaging your scalp and overall being such husband material.

Lots of kisses for sure, he makes sure you get at least 10 kisses per day. And as he brushes your hair, he kisses your forehead.

He even asks his sisters what kind of oils he can use on your hair type to help it grow healthy and strong.

At times when he does come home super late and he is very tired, all he does is crawl into bed and cuddle you, but best believe he is brushing your hair slowly and delicately.

Like Price, it soothes him to brush your hair, makes him sleepy and all. Thats why when he cant sleep, he brushes your hair with his hands.

Soap:

This man also grew up in an all women household and I will not be told otherwise. So, when you and him start dating, and you let your hair down more often, he likes to sits down by the porch and to braids on you.

One time, mainly because his niece made him watch Tangled, he places flowers on your freshly done braid. He even took pictures of you, and best believe that picture is now carried everywhere he goes. I am talking wallet, vest pocket, phone wallpaper, and has drawn it on a lot of sketch books.

He also loves messing with you, and because you trust him so much with your hair, he gives you a literal unicorn horn, which makes you two cry so hard from laughing.

He also drew that in a sketch book. When his nieces are around, he brags on his skills. And to demonstrate he is good at doing hair, he makes you sit on a pillow on the floor as he does your hair.

Messy buns are a no at times, because he loves to see you in his hair dos.

There was one time where you were so drunk but it was the same day you had to wash your hair that he did it for you. There was a mess everywhere, but he did the job and there is definitely no complaining.

Ghost:

This man is awkward and sometimes weirded out by physical touch, so to make you feel better he started to follow influencers that taught him about the importance of hair care.

He tries so hard at times, but it's the intention that matters. One night, while you were sad, brushed your hair and hummed a tune.

And slowly he realizes this could be his way of showing his affection towards you, so he does it everyday now.

When you wake up, there he is , waiting to comb your hair. At night after a shower, he is waiting by the bed to comb your hair and listen to what you did all day.

After deployments when he comes tired, he lays on the couch and you lay on top of him, he, like price and gaz, falls asleep as he combs through your hair.

Your hair at times is untamable, which bothers him, but it teaches him patience, so he goes for the long run and slowly but surely does your hair justice.

At times when you two, have rough sex, he gets mad at himself for making your hair a mess. But not to worry, that one of his ways of aftercare is to comb your hair.

König:

We all know this man is a gentle giant, it's a fact at this point. Anyways, his love language is physical contact, so when there are days you don't feel like hugging or just being touched in the slightest by him (rarely happens im sure) he combs your hair.

I also like to believe he is the only child, so like the golden retriever energy kind of man he is, he adores when he can do other activities with you, like your hair.

Before him, it was a mess, you'd wake up, comb it and give yourself split ends and now, it's so smooth and nice and puffy, it's just so perfect.

I know for sure at night when he can't sleep he is watching YouTube tutorials for different kinds of hairstyles.

One time he ran out of hair gel because for a whole week all he did was try weird and definitely funny hair do's.

Best believe like Ghost, after a night of fun, his form of aftercare includes him coming your hair.

He reads on how braiding your hair can help it grow, so, everynight since he braids your hair and makes sure it's not pulling your hair, just so you can get a nights rest.

If you use a bonnet, this man will literally learn why that is and also ask around with his female comrades.

A/N: I did this in such rush, so if I did get a few wordings wrong...sorry not sorry..

REQUESTS ARE OPEN

[sashi-ya]

𝑥𝑚𝑎𝑠𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑛𝑡; 𝑠𝑖𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑛𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡, ℎ𝑜𝑙𝑦 𝑛𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡. 𝐈 𝐖𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐚 𝐇𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐩𝐨𝐭𝐚𝐦𝐮𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐬 ⋆˙⊹ kyoraku shunsui x f! reader

request: @the-witch-of-one-piece Hello my love!!!! Happy holidays!! I hope your having such a wonderful holiday babes!!! If I can please request the prompt I want a hippopotamus for Christmas with shunsui x fem reader sfw please!!! Thank you so much mi amor! Love you !!!! 💜 |tw: none. based on the song "i want a hippopotamus for christmas. I'm sure Shunsui would have a daughter so the kid is a female | wc: 819 | masterlist | taglist: @zella07 @jin-supremacy01 @stygianoir @alexkanroji |

“What do you think she meant?” you ask, showing your husband your little daughter’s messy Santa letter. “That exactly. She wants a hippopotamus for Christmas” Shunsui says, laughing as he drinks his morning coffee.

You laugh with him, flipping some pancakes. And he continued laughing until total silence, something that for you felt a little weird…

You turn around all of a sudden, narrowing your eyes at him while he scrolls on his phone. “Shunsui Sozosuke Jiro Kyoraku you are not buying her a hippopotamus”.

The man with tied long hair and sharp features rolls his eyes. “Fiiiine….” he grunts, leaving the phone over the table to take another sip of his coffee as you go back to the pancake flipping.

“Alexa… where can I get a hippo?” he suddenly whispers to the little device over the counter. “SHUNSUI!” you scold him, trying to repress your laughter. It’s crazy how much this man loves his daughter. Where is he planning to put that animal, after all?

Of course the conversation had to be cut short, since your baby daughter come down the stairs with still sleepy eyes but driven by the smell of momma’s breakfast.

“Good morning my sleeping beauty” Shunsui salutes her, as she sits her on his lap. “Mworning daddy” she mumbles, rubbing her eyes to shake the sleepiness away.

You hide the letter from her, since none of you should read it but Santa. And bring her fave food to the table. As you sit, and kiss her forehead you think about ways of asking if she actually meant a real hippo or maybe just a toy that looks like it.

“So, (----)… what did you ask Santa this year?” you inquire her, as Shunsui helps her cut the pancakes with care.

“A hippo, mommy” she says, proud with one of her cheeks stuffed.

Shunsui laughs loudly, looking at you with that classic “told you” smirk. “A real hippo? Not a cat, nor a dog?”

The kid turns around to look at his father, using her two tiny hands to grab his face. “Pappa, I don’t want a cat, nor a dog nor a tyrannosaurus rex. Only a hippo will do” she says, assuring it.

“We will see if Santa can bring you one. You know, those live in Africa and are pretty heavy for him to carry. Plus, do you think a hippo will be able to pass through our chimney?” he says, tucking one of her curls behind her ear.

She takes a few minutes to process the information, and ultimately she arrives at a conclusion; “Just let the front door open, daddy. It can fit right through it”.

“Honey, a hippo will eat you up alive!” you tell her, trying to scare her… but the kid is way more intelligent than you thought.

And as she jumps from her daddy’s lap she comes closer to you. “Aunt Nanao told me those are vegetarian”.

Shunsui covers his face, he is so weak for his tiny little bundle of joy. “My my, little one… we will see what Santa has in mind for you then. You should be really nice if you want him to bring you such a gift!” he says, looking at you with a soft look that shows he has something in mind.

And because there is nothing he wouldn’t do for his daughter, he quickly solved it with his best friend that same night…

After tucking their baby, and waiting for her to finally fall asleep, Shunsui pulls you closer in bed. The book you were reading ends up on the floor, but you don’t care.

“Honey, do you know about (….)’s gift? Ukitake has given me the best idea!” he says, snuggling you against his wide chest.

You widen your eyes, surely you care about your daughter’s gift, but, you had forgotten for the rest of the day. “Oh yeah? What do you and your soul sister have in mind” you tease him. You know very well how much those two love each other and how many years they’ve been together like brothers.

“He- you- come on! (Name)-chan!” he protests, but he continues. “So, he told me about a special day at the Zoo. You know they have hippos there, right? It’s more or less like a sanctuary where they are recovered and ultimately sent back to Africa”.

You smile, kindly. That’s beautiful and kind and it would probably fit your baby’s desires very well.

“So, I thought… we can give her a little invitation letter on Christmas morning. As if the hippos were inviting her to visit them and because they have to go back to their home they cannot come here. What do you think? Giving her the whole fantasy and experience? She would also learn something about animals and their habitats!” he chimes, excited.

“Shunsui… you are the best father a kid could ever ask for…” 💖 ~

[billthedrake]

THE BULL (PART TWO)

Before Mike left their, place, as Paul ushered him to the door, he sincerely thanked the older man for the evening. "If you guys ever feel like a repeat, let me know."

"We'll see," Paul replied, noncommittally. Sure, the evening had been one of the best sexual experiences of his life. Being able to watch Kevin and another man, but more than that the natural way Mike seemed to tap into Paul's cuckold fantasies. Fantasies he'd not even admitted to Kevin.

Those fantasies were out in the open now, though, and Paul knew he'd have to talk to Kevin about them. They'd have to process how they felt about the night. Given Kevin's reaction after their last threesome, Paul knew they should be cautious. Besides, they'd never repeated with the same third before. It went against the rules they'd laid down.

Only, after Mike left Paul was surprised to see how non-upset Kevin seemed about. He was in a downright cheerful mood, even, as they opened another beer and sat down to watch some mindless TV. Paul decided he could bring up the topic now.

"You have a good time, Kev?" He looked over at his husband. The same, muscular, toned man, the same attractive looks, youthful for his age. Only now there was a kind of dreamy laziness to his man's demeanor. Almost distant.

Kevin looked over with a wan smile. "Oh yeah. I didn't expect to, but that was hot. Thanks for getting me out of my comfort zone, babe." He patted Paul's knee. A gesture of affection even if it paled to the intense connection Paul had seem Kev have with Mike just an hour earlier.

"Sure," Paul said. He reached over and held Kevin's warm body to his. Yeah, he was lucky to have a stud like this one in his life. The whole package. "Um, I guess you know I have some cuckold fantasies."

He thought Kevin would be weirded out by them. But he barely took his eyes from the television. "Yeah. Kind of took me by surprise. But that's cool. You had them for a while?"

"Yeah," Paul admitted. Somehow he was the nervous one about this stuff, whereas Kevin seemed laidback.

"I'm a little sleepy tonight. Maybe we can talk about them another time? I wanna know what's on my horny husband's mind."

Paul chuckled, relieved Kevin was OK with this. "All right, babe. What do you say we head to bed?"

****

The next afternoon, Paul could read Kevin's sexual interest in his eyes. He'd just got back from the gym and showered up. Kevin seemed to be lingering in the bedroom, waiting for him to be done.

"Your gym routine is paying off," he remarked to Paul. He didn't actually serve as Paul's trainer, but Paul regularly asked for his advice and Kevin helped him develop a workout routine that fit his busy schedule.

Paul grinned. Kevin was probably complimenting him as compensation for last night. Letting him know that the thing with Mike didn't change things between them. Still, it felt nice when his hunk of a husband noticed his body. "Yeah?"

Kevin smiled. "Definitely," he said, stepping up and placing his hand on the small of Paul's back, and gently running it up the lithe bare muscle.

The two met in a kiss. Gentle, romantic, loving. Then more intensely sexual as they embraced and Kevin undid Paul's towel. Paul's dick was rock hard now. They made out more, humping each other as Paul worked Kevin's shorts down, feeling his husband's smaller dick rigid and poking against his own.

Paul sighed as he watched Kevin squat in front of him. Kev's gingerly gripped his bone, playing with the shaft and pulling it to his mouth.

"Oh yeah, Babe," Paul hissed. "Suck me." He watched Kevin bob up and down on his meat. It felt great, sending pleasure through Paul's body. In the past at this point he'd suggest a 69 on the bed to achieve a mutual orgasm, but images of the previous night flashed through his mind.

"I'd love to fuck you..."

Kevin let his husband's hard dick plop out of his mouth. He was surprised by the request. "Yeah?"

Paul nodded, turned on. "You up for that?"

"Oh yeah," Kevin muttered as he kissed Paul's nuts and licked the bottom of the shaft. "Wanna feel my man's big cock in me."

Kevin stood up and the two kissed again, making their way to the bed. Within a minute or two, Kevin was on his back and placing his legs on Paul's shoulders, while his husband pushed his lubed cock into him. The entry was easier than with Mike, in part because Kevin's hole was still relatively relaxed from the fucking the previous night.

"Oh Kev," Paul gritted through his teeth. "Your ass is so hot."

"It's yours babe," Kevin replied, running his hands along Paul's hairy chest. His man was one attractive guy, trim and strong, his handsome looks becoming an executive.

Paul grinned and powered in for the first thrust. It was like he subconsciously trying to get to the spot Mike's bigger cock hit. Or trying to show Kevin that he was just as much as a man as the cop. He thrust again, eliciting an appreciative cry from Kevin.

"Fuck me, babe. Fuck my hole."

"God yeah," Paul grunted, getting into the fuck now. He was usually gentler than this, but Kevin seemed up for something more and Paul was happy to deliver.

It wasn't spoken, but it was like Mike was in the room with the married couple. The two relived the memory of the previous night's threesome, even as they proved to themselves the durability of their own sexual chemistry.

"I'm so close," Kevin hissed, forcing his hands to stay by his side while he felt his dick quiver. He'd never come hands free but often felt like he could. This was one of those moments.

"Go ahead," Paul nodded, feeling closer to his own orgasm as he fucked excitedly. "Go for it, Kev."

Kevin gripped his prick, a cylindrical cut piece just a bit shy of six inches, and started pumping it. The thing he loved about bottoming and the anally induced orgasm was the way his cums felt different. Less like he was jacking off and more like his fingers were merely guiding the already spurting semen along his urethra.

"Fuck!" he cried as the first cum shot spurted.

"Hell yeah," Paul growled, feeling his own cum start, deep inside Kevin.

Their lips met as they rode out their orgasms.

"Man, I could get used to having birthdays," Paul joked as they uncoupled but stayed embraced.

Kevin's hand ran playfully through his husband's chest hair. "I like it when you get in a horny state," he said.

****

The two had a casual evening in, making dinner, opening a bottle of wine.

They settled in on the couch, feeling affectionate and enjoying each other's company like they hadn't in a while.

"So..." Kevin started after they'd been talking a while. "Tell me about this cuck thing."

Paul had been expecting this conversation. Not looking forward to it exactly, but knowing Kevin wasn't entirely judgmental about it helped.

"I dunno," he started. "It's just this recurring fantasy I have. Of some other dude fucking my guy, having his way with him." He sighed, feeling the emotional weight of talking openly about it.

"I gathered that," Kevin laughed. He patted Paul's knee. "Look, you can be open with me. If I'm not into something I'll tell you, but you don't have to hide your fantasies."

Paul gave Kevin a quick peck. "Thanks." He took a second and continued. "Maybe because I'm in always the one in charge. At work, even outside the office. I don't know... seeing some other guy take charge while I'm powerless, it's like a crazy rush."

Kevin looked at Paul. "Yeah?" This was definitely a side to his husband he hadn't seen.

Paul nodded. "Like last night... watching Mike fuck you... it was like I was chained down to the chair, unable to move as he did it. It was one of the hottest things I've experienced."

Kevin smiled. "It was pretty hot for me too, babe." He added, "Maybe I shouldn't have enjoyed it so much."

"I'm glad you did," Paul interjected. "I don't like the idea of you doing something just for me." He gave his husband another kiss. "I owe you one, big guy."

"My 50th birthday is coming up in a couple of years," Kevin chuckled.

"Babe, after last night, I feel like I'd do any request you asked for that. Seriously, you made my fantasy come true."

"I'm glad," Kevin said. "One of my fantasies came true as well. Seems like Mike's a real cop. I only wish I'd known when he was fucking me."

"I wonder if he gets tired of guys who fetishize him for being a trooper," Paul mused.

"I don't know," Kevin replied. "I get the feeling the dude eats it up."

Paul laughed.

****

Unfortunately Kevin had to travel the next week, and some the following week. But his absence seemed to make the sex with Paul hotter when he got back.

Even though he was tired from a day of flying from the West Coast, he got hard seeing Paul naked and ass up on the bed when he got home.

"Damn, Babe," Kev said, smiling at the sight of his handsome executive of a husband offering himself. Paul had a taut dimpled ass, smaller than Kevin's more developed and meatier buns, and a fine dusting of brown hair covered them, leading down to the man's hairy legs.

"You up for it, Kev?" Paul asked, looking back at his man. "It's been a while."

"It has," Kevin replied, peeling business casual polo shirt and removing off his dress shoes. "And yes, definitely up for it." He undid his belt and trousers and pulled them down, then the briefs, finally stepping out of his clothes.

Paul leaned back forward and felt the presence of Kevin's nude body present behind him. Then his husband's lubed fingers at his hole, circling and then pressing in. It had been a long time since Paul bottomed and Kevin knew to take his time.

Fortunately Paul was turned on and horny and those fingers were now gliding in and out easily. Two, then three of them, stretching Paul's elastic ring open. Kevin wasn't as long or as thick as his husband and he knew that Paul would be ready for his dick. He lined it up.

"Ohhh!" Paul let out, getting used to the sensation. "Oh fuck that feels good, Babe."

"Yeah?" Kevin asked, enjoying the sensation of his prick inside Paul's tight hole. He'd gotten used to being the bottom lately that he enjoyed the change of pace. "My man's all horny for this?"

"You know I am. Long day. All I could think about was your dick in me."

"Oh!" Kevin grunted as he fucked in. And again. He wasn't often in a top mood, but he was enjoying the hell out of this.

"Fuck me, Kev," Paul encouraged, hiking his ass up to each thrust.

Kevin did, with deliberate strokes, making sure Paul could accommodate him, then gaining steam. After a while, he hissed, "Don't think I can last much longer, Babe."

"Go for it. Come in me," Paul urged.

And Kevin did, blasting a powerful load inside the man's tight ass. He rode out the orgasm. He wouldn't consider this a better cum than when he got fucked. It was just a different sensation. Finally he pulled out and leaned forward to kiss Paul's shoulder. "You cum, Paul?"

"Nah," he said, turned over onto his back and meeting Kevin in a kiss. He started stroking off his rod, focusing on the idea that Kevin's cum was deposited up in him. Fresh, wet sperm.

Kevin looked down and rubbed Paul's hairy chest encouragingly. "Want me back in you?" he asked. His dick was still erect.

"Yeah," Paul nodded and lifted his legs to accommodate Kevin. The dick went right in, not fucking hard but sawing in and out, making Paul feel good. He was able to look up and enjoy the view of his husband. Perfectly fit, rippled body, strong muscle but lean.

His cum spurted out, slowly but heavily, almost in rhythm to Kevin's slow strokes.

"Way to go, man," Kev grinned. "Fucking hot."

The two kissed and uncoupled and made out a little.

"I don't know what got into you, Babe," Kevin finally said, "but that was fun."

****

The next weeks were off and on, but the two found more time for sex than had been their norm. Paul still loved 69-ing, and on the weekends Kevin found himself initiating things by asking to be fucked. Paul happily obliged and somehow his topping was getting better... more fervent, more commanding, yet always controlled.

It was one Saturday afternoon when the two were fucking missionary. They'd worked up slowly, with a lot of making out and foreplay. Paul even rimmed Kevin, briefly. It was something he was working on enjoying, since Kevin seemed to like it so much. Finally they'd lubed up and Kevin placed his legs on Paul's shoulder and they fucked.

Paul's pace was picking up now, his thrusts getting harder. Kevin seemed to like it harder, he observed and he was enjoying fucking for Kevin's pleasure as much as his own. The two men's eyes were locked, their breathing heavy. They weren't ready to cum, not yet, but it wouldn't take long now.

Finally Kevin asked, "You thinking of him, Paul?" Paul seemed extra turned on that day, and the man's dick was pistoning hard and fast now.

"Thinking of who, Babe?" he gritted through his teeth.

"Mike. The cop."

"I am now," Paul said. "You thinking about him?"

Kevin felt bad for bringing Mike up, especially in the middle of a fantastic bout of sex. But he was thinking of Mike, remembering the young stud's intensity and ability. He nodded.

Paul wasn't upset. Instead his thrusts grew more excited, more erratic. "You wish he was fucking you now? Pulling me off you and fucking you while he made me watch?"

"Oh God, Paul," Kevin hissed. The mental image was turning him on. "That big young dick felt so good in me."

"Bigger than mine?" Paul huffed. He was getting closer.

"You saw it. Huge cock, went so deep in me."

He watched Paul's face scrunch up into an orgasm, and his own was following just a second behind.

"Oh FUCK!" Paul bellowed as he started seeding Kevin's hole. Kevin's sperm shot out, all over his chest and abs.

The two were drained and a little quiet afterward, feeling guilty for the scene that had played out. Finally as they made dinner, Paul said out of nowhere, "Don't worry, Kev, it's just a fantasy thing. We're solid."

Kevin smiled. He wasn't sure why Mike had recurred in his sexual thoughts, not just that day but before, but Paul was right. It was just a fantasy thing.

***

Only the genie was out of the bottle.

Sunday night was a regular bout of sex... alternating oral then 69. Monday Paul worked late. But Tuesday his 4:00 conference call was cancelled and having mostly caught up on work, he dashed out early, hitting the gym and getting home by 5:30.

Paul was in a horny mood when Kevin got home, and fortunately his husband was on the same wavelength. The two stripped and made out and soon they'd wrestled around on the bed playfully before Kevin wrapped his legs around Paul's waist.

"I need you in me Babe."

"Hell yeah," Paul growled as he got the lube.

The fuck wasn't as slow or steady as during their longer sessions, but it still felt great.

It took only about ten strokes before Paul got an impish look on his face. "I wish Mike were here right now," he said. Testing the waters.

Kevin's nostrils flared with excitement. "Yeah? You'd like that?"

Paul thrust in and smiled. "You don't know how hot it is to watch a young buck like that on top of you, thrusting his cock inside you."

Kevin's hands gripped Paul's arms. Not huge guns but strong. "No, but I know what it's like to have a young buck fucking my lights out."

"Oh fuck," Paul bit his lip to control the wave of horniness washing over him.

"Muscular young cop with a huge dick.... using my hole. Natural top, too... knows how to fuck."

"I'm almost..." Paul warned.

"Do it," Kevin urged. "See if you can hit the spot where Mike's dick hit."

That did it. Paul was cumming big time. Kevin's orgasm wasn't simultaneous but he stroked off as his husband rode out his orgasm. Within five seconds, he was cumming too.

Paul rolled off and lay beside Kevin. Both men sweaty and catching their breath. Paul held Kevin's hand lovingly and gave a soft squeeze. "What do you say I text Mike?" he asked.

"Yeah," was Kevin's sole response.

[waiting-on-a-dream]

𝙵𝚒𝚕𝚎: 𝙴𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚊𝚕 𝟸 𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝

Haruto: [Runs a hand across his face tiredly.] The second trial has ended. I've announced the verdicts to every prisoner. Thanks to this trial's batch of guilty prisoners, nothing bad happened. I've got to commend them for keeping their cool.

Then again... It seems they all wanted to be voted guilty anyway.

Every prisoner previously voted guilty was voted innocent this time around, so they all reacted well enough to the news.

I gave Ichi-kun his soft toy back. He hugged it with a squeal when I brought it to him. It wasn't a cute noise, but I couldn't help smiling anyway. [Haruto chuckles.] He gets to draw with his crayons too, so he's looking forward to that. Best of all, he's stopped slamming his head into things, which is a great relief.

Aka-chan gets to keep her innocent streak, so she's happy as a peach. I should be more careful since she doesn't feel guilty about her murder at all, but honestly... I believe her claim about only wanting her dad dead. She told me she wants to celebrate by dyeing her hair. So, that will be interesting. She's become even less anxious and aggressive, which is great. Happy prisoners, functional prison, yes. [Haruto rubs at his eyes, as if he's sleepy.]

Due to his request, Daisuke-kun was voted guilty for the second trial. He just smiled and looked down when I told him. At this point, I don't think anything in Milgram will make him happy. He hasn't stopped fidgeting with his choker since. I think I'll take it away tomorrow.

Uh. Suzume-san. She was sitting by her bed when I visited her cell, just staring at the wall ahead. I informed her of her guilty verdict, but her eyes were so blank I don't think she heard me. I turned to leave eventually, which is when she said: "When will Taro-kun come to see me?" She still looked out of it, so I replied: "Soon." Then I left. [Haruto shrugs.] Aka-chan reported to me that she heard Suzume crying in her cell some time later.

Haku-chan...was voted innocent again. His music video and interrogation questions are more suspicious this time around, but I still don't know if he deserves to be voted guilty. For now, his demeanor hasn't changed at all. He's still well-behaved and on good terms with everyone. His reaction to his verdict was underwhelming too. All he did was nod. [Haruto pouts, resting his chin on one hand.] Then again, how was he supposed to react to the same innocent verdict anyway? I wonder how he acts around his brother.

Yui-san was voted innocent, so she didn't throw a chair at me this time. She gave me a weird look when I announced her verdict, so I guess she thinks its too good to be true or something. She blow-dried and combed her hair after her shower today though, so her mental state must be improving. It won't be long before she starts her skincare routine again. I've already requested for her products.

Rin-chan didn't know how to react to being voted innocent. He just blinked at me and went: "Oh." Considering his guilty verdict for the first trial changed his own opinion on his crime from innocent to guilty, he must be really confused right now. He's still a child, so its natural for him to be so easily influenced I guess. He sat quietly like a doll after that, so I left like I did with Suzume-san. I think I saw his eyes shift to the corner of the room before I closed the door. I wonder what he was looking at. There was nothing there.

Noa-san didn't seem surprised to be voted innocent again. She smiled sadly. "I still think it would have been better for me to die, but I suppose you can't blame me for my husband's death," she said. She's right. Whatever she wants to do with her life is her business. As far as my duties as warden go, she's keeping her innocent streak. Its a smart move to keep the Milgram cook free too. I'm not sure if I can trust Mayumi to prepare our meals anymore.

Kiyoshi-san doesn't go around socializing anymore. The guilty verdict must have sent him into a contemplative state. Interesting enough, he didn't give me a reaction to his verdict. He just stared at me with this sort of...heavy gaze until I left. Since then he's been staring into the distance and clenching his jaw really tightly. Based on what I've seen anyway. Real productive of him, I know.

[Haruto rubs at his eye again, frowning in confusion. He yawns and lays his head on the table. Half a minute passes. He doesn't move.]

[The door opens. A prisoner steps in.]

Mayumi: Hello. I'll be sending this video to the higher ups as Haruto intended to, so, nice to meet you.

That is, if you're not the person I met in the weird dream I had last night. If every prisoner can hear voices and the warden is an amnesiac, I wouldn't be surprised if Milgram could induce dreams as well. Do be assured that I will taking this opportunity to learn as much as I can about Milgram. Have fun watching over me.

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[nullachroma]

Fulfilling my sleepy husband’s request to draw Bruno as a dragon for Appreciate a Dragon Day on Jan 16th. Took it as an opportunity to play with lighting and mood (also cuteness). NO SE HABLA DE BRUUUUNOOO

[neolovesneo]

fluffy surgeon husband!jaemin x fem!reader drabble where he comes home to her and their newborn waiting for him at home 🥺 he feels guilty for not being able to be home more to help his wife take care of their lil girl since she is supposed to be resting as well!

OUR DREAM LIFE.

surgeon!husband!jaemin, fem!reader | fluff | new parents au

note ; UGH tysm for sending in this req anon i love this concept/trope sm :(( hope u like it and sorry for the wait!! >//< + requests are closed!

note 2 ; okay tbh i have no idea how i feel about this... i feel like it could be better but not at the same time? 💀 sorry if it disappoints yall lmao 😭 + yall really went crazy w my hyuck fic cos its 430+ notes???? insane tysm

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Jaemin stifles a yawn as he gingerly locks the front door behind him, stepping out of his shiny black Oxfords.

The only thing that welcomes his return is the soft chatter of dialogue from the television in the softly lit living room.

Weird.

Jaemin checks the time on his watch; it was already past one in the morning.

With you usually in bed with your newborn daughter by this time, worry and confusion floods the busy surgeon as he tiptoes into the living room to investigate.

There, Jaemin is met with a sight that touches his heart in both the best and the worst ways ever.

Sleeping soundly in your arms is your daughter, her small head resting safely on your shoulder while her tiny body stays warm in an adorable pink onesie, complete with a soft blanket draped over her. There's a slight smile on her lips as she occasionally shifts, still adjusting to living life as a human out of the womb.

You were sleeping soundly too, but guilt weighs down on Jaemin when he sees how worn out you are. Dark eyebags hanging below your shut eyes, head tiredly lolled back on the sofa, and your arms most likely sore from all the carrying you've done today.

"Hey." he whispers, pressing a soft kiss to your head as he crouches down by the sofa. "I'll put her into the bassinet. Wait here for me, okay?"

Too tired to properly greet your husband nor reply him, you merely nod in sleepiness.

Gently, Jaemin lifts your daughter out of your arms into his, staying still to make sure she doesn't get startled by the sudden movement.

The overwhelming rush of love and emotions Jaemin felt as a new dad washes all over him again as he looks down at your daughter, and he can't help but grin from ear to ear in pure pride and joy as he walks towards the bedroom.

"Goodnight, my little princess. I love you so much." Jaemin whispers as he slowly lays your daughter down, a small kiss pressed to her tiny hand.

The moment she's settled down, he's already running back to the living room to you.

"You're doing such a good job as a mom." he gushes once he got back to you, hugging you tightly in his arms.

"I'm so sorry I can't be here to help out more, I'm still waiting for the hospital to find someone to replace me so I can stay here with you. I love you so much, you're doing so good, I'm so proud of you. The best mom and the best wife in the world, I love you, I love you." Jaemin repeats hurriedly as he kisses you on your cheeks.

Still half-asleep, you chuckle at his affectionate ramble. "Someone's cheesy today." you joke, sitting up to kiss him back. "I love you too."

Jaemin's heart warms at your words, and he slips his hands into yours. "Do you want to go to bed now?"

You nod, letting Jaemin help you up and leaning on him as you made your way to the bedroom together.

"Remember when we walked down that beach on our eighth date? You leaned on me like this too." he recalls randomly, a small smile on his lips from the special memory.

That date remains as clear as day in your mind, the gorgeous colors Mother Nature used to paint the sunset that day softly illuminating Jaemin as he told you a random story, the way the sea breeze blew through his hair making your heart skip a beat faster and hold on to him just a bit tighter.

Fast forward two years, and here you were, hand in hand and shoulder against shoulder again, walking down a place perhaps not as beautiful as the beach but just as meaningful as that day.

"We did." you murmured. "And look at us now! Living our dream life, married in our own home and with our own daughter." you say in awe.

Jaemin smiles at this, squeezing your hand lightly.

"I'm glad it's you I'm living my dream life with."

© neolovesneo, 2022.

[sukirichi]

closer | gojo satoru x reader

a/n: aaah my first ask and it’s a request! thanks so much this is so kind and sweet of you 🥺 and here it is! I’m not sure if it’s exactly what you wanted but I hope you like it anyway! 

summary: in which Gojo has the need to be closer to you after a long day of hard work

pairings: jealous! Gojo x reader

warnings: none, other than this isn’t proofread! (This is just a fluffy domestic short fic!)

masterlist ! 

The best part about being the strongest jujutsu sorcerer isn’t the power (although Gojo basks in that too) but rather the fact that he allows himself to completely tear his walls down and be putty in your hands once he comes home from work.

Gojo would never say it out loud that the best part of his days is waking up next to you, pressing kisses in your still sleepy face and you whining for five more minutes, then watching as you wobble like a penguin to the shower so you can start your day. Although he doesn’t really ask much from you, his heart still swells every time you make him a sandwich, kiss it and claim that it’s “made with love” before he proudly shows off his ‘breakfast’ of the day to his students.

Even in work, he still thinks of you. It’s quite impossible for this man to stop thinking of you; you and him never left that honeymoon phase even after two years of marriage and a much longer time of dating.

He could be exorcising a curse then get distracted afterwards after seeing an Italian restaurant that he just knows you’ll love. Next thing you know, Gojo flicks his wrist and exorcises the curse in a flash before hopping into that restaurant to look at the menu. Loving is knowing; Gojo takes the time to see if the restaurant would be respectful of your allergies every time before booking reservations.

It’s no secret that this man is completely enamoured with you, if his sappy good morning kisses accompanied with light, teasing touches down your legs is not an indication already. Gojo is confident and feels safe in your relationship and he’s never the type to get jealous because Gojo is Gojo – who else would be better than him for you?

Or at least that’s what he used to believe, until he comes home with a bag of pumpkin spice bread for you, arms wide open and a “Darling~” about to leave his lips when he sees your current predicament.

Nanami is leaning against one of the chairs in your cafe downstairs from your home, the usual stoic man’s lips and cheekbones slightly raised in laughter as you tell him something about your day. Gojo can’t exactly understand the worse falling from your lips because he’s too focused on the way you’re leaning forward, eyes absolutely crinkled into half-moons while you share a strawberry tart with him. Gojo sees the cups of tea have already been emptied, meaning Nanami has been here for a much longer time than he is welcomed.

Gojo clenches his jaw. He’s told you many times you should get a bell so you’d know when a customer comes in, but now he’s thankful you’re stubborn and refused to have one because he can hide in one of the propped up tables and chairs hidden in the darkness.

He can’t help the sigh he releases. He’s late – like he always is.

You’re a regular human who isn’t able to see curses. You’ve only ever known about their existence ever since you started dating Gojo, but other than that, you’re completely unaware of how these things work. It doesn’t bother Gojo. In fact, he quite likes that he can be just a regular man around you, and he basks in the comfort of not having to worry about your safety if ever you were also like him.

He met you when you were just still a barista who helped your boss bake from time to time. Gojo was only a student then who hopped from one cafe to another in search of the best delicacy, but he got more than what he bargained from when he met the fresh-faced and bubbly young woman standing behind the counter whose smile was sweeter than the most sugary dessert you’ve ever made.

As the two of you grew older, Gojo supported you in building your own cafe since you’re so passionate about it and it’s been your dream since childhood.

He still remembers how you’d spend hours in the kitchen trying out new ingredients, so much so that you forget to eat on most days. Gojo is left with the task of literally hauling your ass up upstairs and force you to shower with him. You lie that you’re not really tired, but the moment his skilled hands roll the tension out of your shoulders, a contented and grateful sigh paints those lips he loves to kiss.

One of the things Gojo loves doing with you is taste-testing. He’s not around the house most of the time when you work since he’s a busy man himself, but on the days he actively chooses to annoy Principal Yaga and go AWOL, he’d sit obediently on the counter and let you use him as your own taste experimenting dummy.

When night falls and you’re just about ready to head to bed; satisfied and proud of another day of hard work, Gojo comes home early to help you clean up the cafe and prop the furniture so you don’t overstrain your muscles.

Or at least, he wants to come home early to help you. It’s just that he often gets carried away on his missions and stays behind a lot longer than he’d like because the world of curses is extremely demanding. After seeing that you probably already lifted all these heavy chairs and cleaned up everything by yourself even when you’re tired, and you still have the ability to smile and laugh like that in Nanami’s presence when he should be the one on the receiving end, Gojo is unable to fight back the twisting feeling that pools in his stomach.

Forcing a huge grin on his face, Gojo loudly smacks the paper bag in the table between you and Nanami, his hands resting on the blond’s shoulder who only groans at his presence. “Yo!” He greets, winking when your eyes gleam brighter now that your husband is home.

There’s no trace or hint of anything that could indicate you’re upset with him because he didn’t come home early. Instead, you bow and excuse yourself while picking up your cups and the small plate where remnants of your signature tart had been, and Gojo watches with longing eyes as you disappear in the back room.

Now that you’re gone, Gojo drops in your seat, takes off his blindfold, and glares at Nanami. “Nanamin,” he drawls out. “I wasn’t expecting to see you here – getting chummy with my wife, no less.”

Gojo knows he’s being petty and childish. Of course he is. This is Nanamin we’re talking about; the man is as frigid and stone and he’s as interested in romantic relationships as much as he respects Gojo Satoru. Plus, it’s you, and you have eyes for Gojo and Gojo only, but it’s also Gojo Satoru who’s mixed in the formula, and he’s not the least bit ashamed that he’s being immature right now.

Of course he’s jealous. Of course he’s possessive.

You’re his sweet, little wife – of course he doesn’t like it.

As if reading his mind but couldn’t be bothered to deal with him, Nanami slides an envelope across the table. “Ijichi took a sick leave so he couldn’t give this to you. I was tasked to hand it over to you instead so I came around. It’s not my fault you come home late and your wife insisted I have a short meal before I came home,” Gojo opens his to retort something stupid when you emerge from the back, pretty face tired yet still patient as ever.

“Leaving already, Nanami?” You smile up at him, hand slipping through Gojo’s bigger and rough ones. He doesn’t know why the gesture leaves him stunned, especially when you step close enough that he feels your heat on this sudden cold night. He’s so entranced by everything about you he doesn’t even notice the blond bidding his farewell.

Gojo watches as you turn to face him, smaller hands reaching up to caress his face. Now that his blindfold is gone, his hair falls down to forehead, your dainty fingers brushing them away from his eyes so you could marvel in its beauty.

Like a little kid, he melts into a puddle when you do that exact eye-smile he’s seen you do with Nanami, only this time, it’s reserved, private, and intimate.

Gojo shuts his eyes in the process, nearly stumbling forward, which he doesn’t really let happen with anyone because he’s the Gojo Satoru; strongest jujutsu sorcerer. But you don’t mind, you never do, and if anything it only makes you laugh when he pretends to be deadweight by collapsing into the crook of your neck.

“What a big baby,” you tease with your hand rubbing up and down his back in a soothing motion, all the tiredness and exhaustion from his day disappearing into thin air.

“Yes,” he concedes as he follows you up the stairs where you both change into your pyjamas and settle in for the night. “But I’m your big baby.”

The nickname makes you laugh, head thrown back as giggles erupted in your chest. You’ve already removed your makeup, hair down from your work hairnet and flowing in loose waves. Gojo stifles a gasp then, because you’re in his arms, in his bed, smelling like him, and you’re so soft, so free, so vulnerable and the way you lean into his shoulders while he rubs his cheek on the crown of your head makes him feel like he’s falling in love all over again.

He’ll never get tired of this – of you.

The mere thought of seeing you with someone else that isn’t him doesn’t sit well with Gojo. Now he understands why he’s so jealous and immature – it’s because he hasn’t wanted anyone or anything as much as he loves you.

He can’t imagine a life where he’ll wake up to his mornings without your limbs sprawled across his longer ones, or how he may never hear your sleep talks about birds and butterflies; which is utterly ridiculous, but because it’s you, he finds it adorable. Sometimes Gojo wonders how he ever even lived before meeting, but of course, those were days filled with nothing but him doing weird stupid shit.

Not that he’s stopped doing that, but now at least he’s doing those weird stupid with you.

And he only ever wants to share those with you, so he doesn’t and will never allow anyone else to take what’s rightfully his. You’re his wife, the love of his life, the sunshine in his mornings and the sunset of his beautiful dusk.

He doesn’t care if he’s petty – he’s got every right to be jealous because Gojo Satoru never shares what’s his.

When his mind races back to the way you smile for Nanami again, his hold on you grows tighter. You don’t complain when Gojo suddenly presses his lips into yours, a breathy moan blessing his ears once he finally moves on top of you. Gojo runs his hand under your – his – shirt, letting those talented hands of his roam upon the expanse of his skin like an artwork he’ll never get tired of looking at.

“Missed you,” he mumbles in between the lip-locking, leaning closer when your nails start to scratch his scalp as a way to soothe him from the night. Nothing about the kiss is hurried or fervent; rather, it’s calm and steady, slow and passionate, much like how everything he feels for you is similar to a calm, rainy day where he’ll stay in with a hot cup of chocolate.

You’re home – warmth and comfort – and you know you’re his just as he knows he’s yours, but it doesn’t stop him from kissing you like he wants you to never forget that.

You shiver when Gojo’s fingers tickle your ribcage, that spot always having been sensitive. Your husband swipes his tongue over your lips that still tastes like strawberries from your lipbalm, and he groans, falling forward when you allow him access into your sweet, sweet mouth. Meanwhile, you travel down from his hair into those broad, strong shoulders that always seemed like a fortress to you.

Gojo was so big and strong compared to you. There’s no denying he could easily break you if he wanted to, but he’s nothing but gentle – perhaps a little eager – when he holds you like this.

There’s no memory of how you end up on top of his lap that night with the covers barely strewn across your bodies, Gojo’s back pressing into the bed frame that’s witnessed endless nights of passion. His hands then run over your hips, squeezing it a little too hard until you rut against his hips.

“Hmm,” you moan into his mouth at the friction, while Gojo only smirks at your reaction. Even after years, you’re still so sweet, sensitive, and responsive – he just can’t get enough of it. “Satoru,” the way you say his name is so breathy, almost as if it’s a secret only the two of you should know, so he listens intently at your next words. “You’re a little needy tonight. Did something happen?”

“No,” he lies, smiling to himself once he sees your lips are red and bruised. He’s sure he looks the same, but your eyes are glossed over with love that he can’t resist you pulling you to him as if the space offends him. He trails his lips down to your neck to leave red patches of marks that claims you as his – not that the gold wedding band on your fingers wasn’t doing the job already.

Like the good girl you are, you tilt your head and allow him to do as he pleases. He sucks, licks, kisses and nips at the skin, all the while careful to not hurt you or push you over to the edge since both of you are too tired for the day to ever do anything.

Your head drops to the crook of his neck then, arms wrapped around his shoulders loosely as if you trusted him to catch you whenever you fall – and you know he will. He always will.

Later on, you grow sleepy at the way he starts to pepper kisses into your skin that addictingly smells like cinnamon and vanilla all at the same time. Gojo chuckles to himself at how peaceful you look in that moment, draped over him like a tiny puppy who lives in a world too big for themselves, but that’s not true.

You’re bigger than the universe itself, larger than the vast galaxies he held beneath those eyes, and Gojo finally stops being jealous.

There’s no need to be, after all, not when he’s the one you trust wholeheartedly to tuck you in bed while your soft breathing lulls him into slumber as well. Gojo flicks the lamp off with his finger, not wasting another second before he scoots closer, closer, closer until there’s no more recollection of where you begin and where he ends.

He stands corrected in his statement.

He’ll never get tired of this, of you, for you’re bigger than the universe itself and there’s still a lot of space between the two of you that he can’t wait to cross until your worlds crash and burn.

“Next time,” he promises before kissing your eyelids, “I’ll come home earlier.”

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hiii 47 and 7 for angst hotch

i love ur writing btw <3

Drunk

gif by hoe-tchner

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x Reader

Warnings!: mentions of abuse, stalking, and death, past abusive relationships, normal criminal minds things, angst, crying, pining, but a fluffy ending

Promtps: Angst #7 "Are you drunk?", Angst #47 "You flinched"

Author's Note: Thank you so much <3, hope you enjoy reading!!

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In hindsight, it probably wasn’ the best idea to get drunk at a bar. Especially alone. But you weren’t exactly thinking straight when you had stepped off the jet after a long case. And it had been a LONG case. Nearly a week of going through the same evidence over and over again scouring for a lead. Finally finding a lead, and coming to a dead end. 

The eventual lead that you did catch, led to the unsub already standing over her next victim’s body. At least you got a full confession. But you had been the one that had found the unsub. If that wasn’t enough, this case had already been hitting way too close to home. 

A woman was murdering victims of domestic abuse to “save them” because her mom was never “saved” from her father’s abuse. She had grown up watching it. Her victims had all had y/h/c hair, with y/e/c eyes. The same height as you, same style, just overall very similar. The only difference the team saw had been that you were never abused. At least that was what your file had said.

You had been able to keep it on the low for as long as you had been at the BAU. But you were terrified one of them would figure it out. That you would flinch at the wrong time, or you would do something to give it away.

You had gotten lucky and no one seemed suspicious. You ended up hiding in the back of the jet, curled up. No one bothered you. They all assumed that the case had just hit you harder. The one thing you hadn’t known though was that Hotch had been keeping a very close eye on you.

You two had become close, and would often hang out at each other's apartments. Spending tjme just talking about nothing and everything for hours. He had quickly become one of your best friends. You always went to him when you were upset.

But tonight, you just needed to get away.

Which is how you found yourself in this bar, downing your fifth drink. In the back of your mind, you knew that you wouldn't be able to drive home, or even walk without tripping over your own feet. You needed to call someone, and your drunk self called Hotch. While the phone rang you checked the time. 3 am. He was going to kill you.

“Hotchner.” You giggled drunkenly at his formal response.

“Why so serious bossman?” He recognized your voice immediately. 

“Y/n? Are you okay?” 

“M’great. Havin a blast.” You slurred.

“Are you drunk?” He asked and you giggled again.

“Mayyybe.” You slurred, concerning Hotch even more.

"Where are you?”

“Mabel's I think. But let me tell you. I think you need to come get me because there is no way m’drivin home.” He huffed as you heard noise coming from the phone.

“I'm on my way, stay there!” But you hung up. You were so excited to see him. Truth was you had definitely developed a crush for the man. Telling him that was going to be difficult, mainly because of your past, but also because he was your boss, and about 12 years older than you.

You waited for about 10 minutes before you heard the door ring as it opened and Hotch ran inside, frantically searching around. He found you and was quickly at your side.

“Y/n, are you okay?” You nodded sleepily. You always did get sleepy after your sixth drink. He gave you a concerned glance before reaching for your arm. You flinched slightly, but Hotch didn’t say anything about it. He picked you up because there was no way that you could walk, and carried you out to his car. 

“You’re staying with me tonight.” He had said once on the road. You lazily watched  out the window as buildings went by. 

“M’kay.” You mumbled. Hotch sent you another concerned glance. Something was wrong, but he couldn't quite figure out what. Usually when a case hit you hard, you would spend the night talking with him. He had been surprised when you hadn't shown up at his apartment. Even more shocked when you had called him drunk. He cared about you and it hurt him to see you like this.

Soon he found himself pulling into his driveway. He parked and quickly ran to your side of the car to help you out. He opened your door, and reached his hand over to unbuckle you when suddenly you shifted back. Your arms came up as if to block a blow and a whimper escaped your lips. 

“I’m sorry. I won’t do it again. I promise!” You let out, sounding much more sober now. Hotch stood there dumbfounded, not knowing what to do. 

“Y/n, it’s me, can you hear me, its Aaron?” You moved your arms from your face, peeking out wide eyed. You pulled your arms the rest of the way down. 

“Sorry Hotch. That was just, um, that w-was-” But he cut you off.

“You flinched.” He paused looking at the tears in your eyes, realizing that he needed to get you inside before you broke down in the car. “C’mon, let's go inside.” You bowed your head and nodded. 

“Okay.” You said softly. He helped you out of his car slowly, and walked you up to his apartment. Once there, you plopped on his couch, sobering up for the conversation you knew was going to happen. He walked in the room, a glass of water in hand. He handed it to you, sitting next to you. he waited a few moments before beginning the inevitable conversation.

“Y/n, why did you flinch?” He asked hesitantly. He didn't want to push you, but he was concerned and he wanted to know. So you told him. Every detail, every heartbreaking moment. The bruises, the scars, the hospital trips. Everything. The reports, the disbelief, the arrest, the divorce. Then the even worse parts. The escape, the stalking, the attack, the death. Every little thing. You could feel the tears falling down your face as you spoke about your ex-husband. 

Hotch sat as he watched the beautiful woman sitting in front of him break down. He didn't know any of this, none of it was in your file. He knew that Strauss had to know though, because you never would have been accepted without background checks and psych evals. 

His heart broke a little more every time you shared another detail. On one side it felt so nice to get it off your chest. On the other hand, it was weird opening up to Hotch like this. He was seeing so much more of you than you had ever allowed anyone since your husband. He sat in silence once you finished speaking. 

“Y/n. I'm so sorry. You never should have had to go through that.” And the tears came even faster, until they were silent sobs. Hotch, well he was more Aaron in that moment, brought you into his arms holding you tight, bringing you a comfort you hadn’t felt in a long time. “Shh, shh. It’s okay. I’m right here. It’s okay to cry.”He silently whispered into your hair. You looked up at him then, sighing softly at the beautiful man before you. 

“Thank you Aaron.” He loved the way his name sounded coming from your lips. But before he could tell you, he looked down to find you asleep in his arms. And that's how he stayed until morning. 

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The next morning you awoke to a strange bed, with strange sheets, in a strange room. But one sniff and all you could smell was Hotch’s cologne. You soon recognized that there was a warm body behind your own, an arm wrapped around your middle. 

You almost didn't remember what happened last night, but once you did, you began to panic. What if he hated you? What if he was disgusted by you? He probably had just pitied you.  

He must have felt you shift, because he was waking up. His arm tightened around you, and he leaned up looking you in the eyes. He saw your panic and was alert rather quickly for someone who had just woken up. 

“What’s wrong?” He asked quickly, eyes scanning you frantically. 

“You must be disgusted with me.” You paused taking a deep breath. “I'm sorry Hotch. I ruined your night and then cried all over you with my pathetic life story. And you probably just pitied me. I'm sorry.” He shook his head. 

“Y/n, look at me.” You looked into his eyes. “I am and never will be disgusted by you. I am amazed by you. You are so strong and beautiful and you never deserved a thing that disgusting man did to you. I don’t pity you, not at all. All of this has just made me fall more in love with you than I already was.” You looked at him wide eyed.

“You love me?” He leaned a little closer.

“Of course I do. It's impossible not to.” You dared closer still as he moved a piece of hair from your face. The loving gesture warming your heart. 

“Thank you. For everything. I love you too Aaron.” And he sealed your lips. It was intimate and explosive at the same time. And in the most cliche way, fireworks exploded as you kissed him. 

You moved together passionately. Your noses bumped ever so slightly as he kissed you deeper than you had ever been kissed. He was an amazing kisser, to say the least. He broke away a moment later, smiling down at you. 

“Give me a chance to show you what real love is, what it's supposed to be.” You nodded.

“Of course Aaron.” And you kissed him again, sliding your hands around his neck into his hair. It was the happiest you had been in a very long time. 

So in hindsight, maybe getting drunk wasn’t such a bad idea after all. 

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Day 1 - Prompt: Cuddling by the fire on a snowy day

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Mickey curled into Ian’s side, tired and content. Humming to himself as the fire finally started to warm his chilled skin, though he could still feel the rosiness of his cheeks from the frosty wind outside.

His eyes fluttered open momentarily when Ian leaned forward to push around the burning logs with the fire poker.

“Want to watch a movie?” His husband asked, pressing a kiss to his head. “I’m sure Hallmark is playing all their cheesy rom-com Christmas movies already.”

“That sounds nice, hot chocolate?” Mickey asked, looking up into green eyes sleepy and content.

Ian grinned and nodded, leaning in for another kiss, this one landing on Mickey’s lips. Just a soft, loving kiss before he was pulling away and wrapping their shared cover around Mickey's shoulders.

Mickey sat there for a moment, content to just have the heat on his skin with the sound of the crackling fireplace and Ian bustling around in the kitchen mixing together. Eventually though he did move, scooting so he could press his back to the front of the couch, grabbing the remote from the coffee table and flipping the TV on.

As the TV flipped on he had an odd feeling rush over him, almost like dejavu, but a surreal feeling. He looked around the room, taking in their Christmas decorations, minimal but just enough. Their skinny tree with blue and white lights and decorated with various colorful ornaments and a few presents underneath, even though Christmas wasn’t for another few weeks. He looked towards the kitchen, at Ian making their hot chocolate and tossing a popcorn bag into the microwave.

His eyebrows drew together and he slumped back against the couch. Thinking about why this felt so weird and it dawned on him. He had everything in his life that he was never allowed to have before. Things he was scared to have because of Terry.

“Weird,” He mumbled to himself.

“You say something, Mick?” Ian called from the kitchen.

“Just thinking,” He answered just loud enough for Ian to hear him, the sound of sock covered feet could be heard crossing the room before sitting on the couch, his knees next to Mickey’s shoulders.

“Thinking about what?” Ian asked, green eyes soft and curious and so fucking genuine.

“‘Bout Terry,” Ian’s eyebrows drew together but before he could question anything Mickey continued. “I was never allowed to make snowmen or snow angels or play in the snow like we did today,” he paused and Ian waited patiently.

“Of course if he was locked up my brothers and I would have the occasional snowball fight. And one time Mandy and I made a snowman. But usually we didn’t have warm enough clothes to go out in the snow or Terry would be pissed because we tracked snow into the house. So we just never did,” The microwave beeped in the background and Ian looked at Mickey silently before leaning down to kiss his lips.

“Did you enjoy today?” He asked, running his fingers through Mickey's hair.

“I did,” Mickey nodded, tilting his chin up in a silent request for another kiss that Ian happily obliged.

“Good,” Ian nodded his head, “Because there will be many more days where we make snow angels and snowmen and wrestle in the snow. Any time you want.”

A smile slowly pulled at Mickey's lips and he felt his cheeks flush. A mixture of shyness and happiness. God, if Terry could see him now, huh? He’s killed over if he wasn’t already dead.

“Thank you,” Mickey breathed, reaching his hand up to rest it on Ian's thigh.

“You never have to thank me, Mick. You deserve to have memories that make you happy,” Ian promised, his larger hand resting on top of Mickey’s, their wedding rings sitting side by side.

“I’m happy,” Mickey added, almost like a confession, but it was true. He was happier than he had ever been.

“I’m happy, too,” Ian said, a goofy smile stretching his lips, kissing Mickey once again before standing up.

Mickey watched him walk away before turning back to the TV, already on the Hallmark channel and previewing the next movie to come on. He snuggled into his blanket, the warmth of the fire to his left and Ian walking over with popcorn and hot chocolate to his right, content that he’d never have to worry about what Terry thought ever again.

No. He could sit here in his nice apartment with his Christmas tree, watch cheesy holiday movies and sip hot chocolate with his husband while they cuddled by the fireplace under a fluffy soft blanket and not have a single worry or fear about what any of those things would lead to.

He was happy.

He was allowed to be happy.