#would love to just be held n cuddled n tickled

[ohdeerfully]

alastor request HAI can it be based on the fact that alastor doesn't sleep, and it's his lover finding out that petting his ears during cuddling makes him fall asleep.

thank you for your service

yess i love sleepy alastor thank u so much anon :D!!

Goodmorning, Love

Alastor x Reader (fluff) TW: none! join my discord! ═══ ◈ ══════════ ◈ ══════════ ◈ ══════════ ◈ ═══

You were well aware of the Radio Demon’s sleep habits. Or, well, lack of sleep habits. You often spent nights in his room, where he would sit with you in bed until you fell asleep and go do whatever the hell he gets up to late at night. You always woke up in an empty room, and often so in the middle of the night, struggling to rest again as a greedy tightness gripped your chest in worry and disappointment.

You understood, though, and tried your best not to let it get to you that you didn’t have his warm body next to you when you woke every morning. But you couldn’t help that twinge of sadness. You weren’t particularly needy or clingy, but would it kill him to stay in bed with you for a single night? And to have a slice of domestic bliss as you woke up?

Obviously. 

You roll your eyes as you lay, staring up at the ceiling. You had just gotten ready for bed, and now waited for said demon to join you for a few hours. Your fingers tapped, impatient, against your chest as you hummed absentmindedly.

“How lovely,” You heard him speak. Tickles of that radio static that always followed him clung to your exposed skin, which was signal enough that he had entered the room had he not announced himself. “What a siren you are, luring me here with that hum of yours.”

You smiled slightly at his comment, scooching over slightly to encourage him over. He obliged, joining you under the covers. He still wore his usual outfit, which made sense considering his tendency to go away all night. You purse your lips at the thought, slightly chewing on the skin.

“Why the face?” Of course he noticed your expression. He always noticed when any emotion tickled your face. You appreciated the genuine tone in his voice, the typical buzz of radio barely detectable in his words. He always got a little softer and kinder when he was alone with you like this.

You appreciated nights with him, being able to see a side of him that nobody else would live to spread word of. You enjoyed feeling a little special, especially to somebody like him.

“Do you think you could stay in,” You asked cautiously, fiddling with your hands as you inched closer to him, pressing your body against his. Even laying, he still seemed much taller than you. You gingerly guided his head down, against your chest as you spoke, hoping the multitasking would keep him from sitting up and rejecting your intimate gestures. “Just for a night. I miss you all night long.”

He allowed his head to lay against you. He did feel tense, of course, letting the back of his head be exposed in this manner as he lay vulnerable on you. It was a strange feeling, but not one he cared to consider for too long. 

“(Y/N),” He began with a sigh. “It’s impossible for me to get much done during the day, what with all the running around Charlie does. Somebody has to keep an eye on that young princess. I prefer to stay awake to get my own errands done at night.” 

I know that, you wanted to say and interrupt his explanatory ramble. You wanted to beg him to understand, just this once. You held in a sigh, watching as his head gently rose and fell with every breath you took. Maybe you should just take this submission from him as good enough.

You gingerly began tangling your fingers through his red hair, brushing out any kinks he may have gotten throughout the day. His tense body seemed to ease slightly, becoming more and more relaxed as you weaved your fingers through the locks.

“You have really soft hair, Al,” You commented, changing the subject. You figured there was no use convincing him. You let your fingers lightly trail upwards, up to his ears. You grazed them slightly with a finger. You touched again. When he made no motion of dislike, you fully began rubbing them. Petting him. You smiled to yourself at the idea of petting the feared Radio Demon. “And your ears are even softer.”

“I try to take care of myself,” He responded proudly. There was another hint of something in his voice, but you couldn’t quite place what it was. But it seemed heavy. “A well groomed man is a successful one.” You absentmindedly agreed as you stroked the velvety fur of his ears, switching back and forth between them and his hair. You had a preference for the ears, though.

You sighed and began humming quietly again. He rarely got so… comfortable, even around you. He always had some sort of guard up, always had his shoulders squared. He almost never became so… loose and vulnerable.

You noticed the clippings of radio frequency had stopped, which was a noise that was ever present in his wake. You had a suspicion why it disappeared, a small grin forming on your face.

Yes, the Radio Demon never slept. But that was a choice he made, not a curse that prevented him. Even demons get tired. You don’t know how Alastor makes it day by day without a wink of rest, but it was apparent that exhaustion had built up in him. He just needed to relax for a second.

You graced your fingers over his fringe, and craned your neck in a way to get a glance at his face. Yeah, you were right. 

He laid there, eyes shut, features relaxed with the lightest grin playing on his face. Even in sleep, you complained. It didn’t really matter. What mattered was the sound of his deep, slow breathing and occasional twitch of his velvety ears. You briefly wondered what the Radio Demon would dream about.

Would he be aggravated with you when he woke up, realizing you had practically cast a sleep spell on him? You didn’t, but the rate of which exhaustion took over may as well have been some sort of magic.

You shut your own heavy eyes, exhaling lightly as you continued to comfort yourself with the texture of his fur and hair. It didn’t take long for you to fall asleep.

You craned your arms and neck as consciousness came back to you, but an unfamiliar weight kept you from getting that good stretch in. Momentarily confused, you blinked open and looked down.

Red and black hair, more of a mess than usual, still took place on your torso. This was a first, and your chest felt like exploding with the glee of seeing Alastor still resting with you. He somehow looked even more relaxed than the night before, his cheek flush against your stomach, squishing his lips up slightly. A light grin was still there.

You gently brushed your fingers over his face, trailing a line around his features with an index finger. His eyes squeezed for a moment, and that static ambience of his slowly, quietly, returned. It was a noise that you had learned to find comfort in. He slowly opened his red eyes, a confused and sleepy daze clouding them. There was a wrinkle in his brow as he roughly propped himself up with an elbow, looking up at you with a furrowed expression.

“(Y/N)..?” He trailed, pausing to take in a shuddering morning yawn through a confused smirk. “Did I… Dear, what time is it?”

You looked at him tenderly. Oh, how cute he was, sleepy like this. Composed like an exhausted kid. Something even you have never seen before.

“Yeah,” You responded to his unspoken question. “It’s probably seven a.m. or so. I dunno.” There wasn’t a clock in your immediate line of sight.” “A.m. …” He said slowly. He sat up fully, looking down in disappointment at his wrinkled day wear. He quickly blinked the sleep from his eyes and managed to bring some composure to himself, but that lick of exhaustion was still prominent. Especially under his eyes.

“Yeah,” You said again, a light chuckle following. “Goodmorning, Al.”

He wasn’t obviously upset, it seemed. Though he probably was too tired to think about it too much yet. Maybe later.

“Well… Goodmorning, love.” He responded, still with a hint of confusion in his voice. “I suppose I accepted your plea from last night.” He brushed at his clothes while he spoke, trying to flatten out the creases that were brought on through a night of rest.

“Maybe more often?” You asked, twiddling your thumbs in anticipation. You already knew the answer, but it was okay. You knew how to keep him in now. You mischievously smirked as he closed his eyes and shook his head.

“Unlikely.”

[starkwlkr]

american royalty | max verstappen

kennedy!reader

US GRAND PRIX (TIME SKIP)

Max was in panic mode. Little baby Luke did not want to leave his father’s side. Yeah, it was cute, but Max had to be in the car in five minutes.

“I don’t want to leave you either, baby, but papa has to go race.” Max whispered to the seven month old. It amazed y/n and Max how quickly Luke had grown.

Y/n wanted to burst into tears right then and there in Max’s driver’s room, but she held it in. She loved her boys so much.

“You should go, I don’t want you to be late.” Y/n told Max, which made him frown. “You’ll see us after.” She chuckled and grabbed Luke from Max’s arms. Instantly, the boy started to whine.

“It’s okay, Luke, papa is just going to win the race and then he’ll be back for more cuddles.” Max pressed a light kiss to his son’s head.

Y/n and Max kept your relationship very private so no one apart from their families knew about their relationship or baby Luke. When she did attend a race, she watched from Max’s driver’s room. Usually she was alone, but now she had Luke to keep her company. Before y/n could say something, Max turned to her.

“How much longer do you think you and Luke will be watching from here? Don’t get me wrong, I love you both for coming. I think it would be better if my family watches from the garage.” Max waited for you answer. He was sure y/n was going to be mad at him for even suggesting that idea, but she smiled at him.

“You read my mind.” She kissed his lips.

So without hesitation, Max grabbed her hand and together as a family, they walked in the direction of the Red Bull Garage.

When Max saw photographers start to notice y/n, he grabbed Luke from her and took off his Red Bull hat, using it to shield Luke from the cameras. They both agreed to keep their son away from the media. They quickly arrived to the garage just in time.

“Checo’s wife, Carola, is here. You can sit with her so you don’t have to be alone.” Max said as he led her through the garage. “And she has kids so that’s something you both have in common!” He tried to lighten up the mood.

“We’ll be okay, won’t we?” She tickled Luke’s side, which made the boy giggle.

“Max!” His race engineer, Gianpiero, called out. “Who’s this smiley boy?” He waved to Luke.

“My son, Luke, and this is my wife, Y/n.” Max introduced her to the British man. She didn’t correct Max on the term he used for her, it felt right coming from his mouth.

“Welcome to the Red Bull family!” He smiled at y/n.

After talking for a short time, Max had to leave so he gave y/n and Luke a kiss and a hug then left. She was introduced to Carola. It didn’t take long for the two women to get along.

Halfway through the race, the camera was focused on y/n for a few seconds. She was looking at a different monitor so she didn’t even realize she was on tv.

“And we have American royalty in the paddock today. There she is, Miss Y/n Kennedy, daughter to the late JFK Jr. and his wife Carolyn. Didn’t know she was a Red Bull fan.” Crofty said.

Immediately, Twitter was having a field day.

Y/n’s phone was flooded with notifications, but she ignored them. Baby Luke and Y/n were about to witness Max win.

As predicted, Max came in first with Checo taking second place. While Carola took her kids to watch their dad on the podium, Y/n stayed behind with Luke. As much as she wanted to watch Max, she didn’t want to expose Luke to everyone.

While the Red Bull team celebrated another win, y/n looked down at her son. “I think dad would’ve loved to be here, don’t you think?” Y/n asked. “Mom on the other hand . . . She would’ve loved Max that’s for sure.”

The topic of her parents made her emotional so she stopped talking. But it was definitely clear that y/n’s parents would’ve loved Max. Even if the media painted him out to be some kind of villain, Max Verstappen was far from it.

Max quickly made his way back to his family after the podium celebrations. He was eager to show his son his trophy, but before he could do that, he was stopped by Charles.

“You’re dating THE y/n kennedy?!”

“How do you even know?” Max wondered.

“Mate, you’re trending all over twitter. The cameras showed her, but what I want to know is why didn’t you tell me? I thought we agreed to tell each other everything!”

“You agreed, I didn’t.” Max corrected him.

“Still! You’re basically important in the eyes of america now. So if you get married, does that mean you’re automatically a US citizen and you can be president?” The Ferrari driver asked.

“I’m pretty sure in order to be president you have to be born in the US— why am I still talking to you? I have to go see my family.” Max said as he ran to the Red Bull garage.

“Congratulations, mr. president!”

Of course calling Max ‘mr. president’ became an inside joke in the paddock.

When Max made it back to the garage, he saw y/n talking with several drivers, one being the only American driver, Logan. At least they were keeping his family company.

“When Max is on break, he sleeps through the night, but he wakes up several times when his dad is gone. He’s such a daddy’s boy.” Y/n explained to Logan, Lando and Oscar.

“Of course he is, I’m the best dad in the world.” Max interrupted.

“Look at you, daddy Max.” Lando joked.

“Oh god, mate. Don’t ever say that again.” Oscar said.

“Anyways . . . How’d you like the race, y/n?” Logan asked the kennedy woman. He felt so at home at the moment. He was so honored to even be talking to someone related to the president of his country.

“It was amazing. Luke and I enjoyed every minute of it. Maybe we’ll just have to come back for another race.” Y/n looked at Max with hopeful eyes. Baby Luke cooed at his father.

“We are going to Mexico next and you love Mexico . . .”

“Great, we’ll be seeing the first family back in the paddock. It was great to meet you, y/n and you too baby Luke.” Lando smiled cheekily at the mom and son.

“You know Charles just called me Mr. President and now this? What else is going to happen?” Max laughed.

“Who knows, maybe you might end up being the president?”

[earth4angels]

𝐌𝐮𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐒𝐮𝐧𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞

modern jacaerys targaryen x reader

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: living in the world of entertainment where cameras were always capturing every moment of privacy — being home in the comfort of your equally famous lover was all you wanted.

𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬: fluff, established relationship, comfort — corny af i’m sorry. experienced jacaerys mentioned. squint and you’ll see some smut.

𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐞 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐬 !!: working in silence is my way to go now — going to follow in the footsteps of my love swordgrace. here’s a very short one shot inspired by the song woo by baekhyun. reader is a model, jacaerys is a famous heir, number one wealthiest families in westeros — not proofread.

Fall was at its prime.

The colors of the leaves changed to a bright green into a beautiful burnt orange with tints of red. You enjoyed the way the wind tickled your nose, slightly making it twitch yet you felt warmth by it. Fall was still warm yet it was also cold, it was chilly but it never felt welcoming when you were currently shoving through the flashing cameras that were itching to catch a glimpse of you.

“Can you tell us a little about your relationship with Jacaerys!”

“Y/n!! Look over here!”

“Y/n! Stop being so snobby! Turn over this way!”

Your heart started pounding. You feared you were going into a panic attack. The way your palms started sweating or the way your vision started getting hazy, you thanked yourself that you wore the shades your boyfriend bought you.

The shouts becoming muted as you continued to push your way into the car that awaited you. Your security guard holding you close, bringing you one piece of comfort. You enjoyed modeling, you always had a deep love for fashion and its stories, the becoming of trends and why stylists, creators make pieces so elegantly and beautifully crafted. However, you did not enjoy the discomfort and disrespect media always associated with you just because you had distinct ideas than a typical model. It became worse when you got together with Jacaerys Targaryen, the heir to the Targaryen family.

Jacaerys was beautiful, he was strong, patient, quiet at times but he was a man with strong beliefs. He always put his family first and was extremely smart, you had always praised his extreme care for business. He had a short temple but it only took a kiss on his neck, a cuddle and a movie with Vermax for the anger and stress the business brought him for it to disappear.

A model, with the most wealthiest man who happened to be an heir — the media had a lot to criticize. What exactly would a model bring into the family but worthless entertainment. You had heard ever critique, and it took everything for Jacaerys not to curse on national television, but you admired him. Jacaerys stood tall, confident, his face was hard as stone and publicly he announced he would take anyone to court if they ever spread misinformation or defamation against you or him. You watched with a heavy heart as he never paused, he never answered questions and you watched as Rhaenyra stood by him with the equally stern face, however you did not ignore the small smirk she held. She was proud.

The relationship you held with Rhaenyra was of one you wished you held with your own mother. She was your biggest supporter — it was a complete switch to how you first met her. The first year you started dating Jacaerys, he had brought you over as his date for a gala his family held. She was serious and briefly scanned you up and down. She spoke bluntly and the moment you introduced yourself, she knew then, you were the one.

You spoke with grace, tall and confident, you held no fear and she loved that about you. Since then, she was protective of you, she loved you as if you were her own. The love and respect she held only intensified the moment her other children became attached to you. Lucerys in specifically treated you as his older sister, coming to you for advice and stayed over your apartment when things became too tense at his university.

So when the media started to show its negative energy towards you, she demanded a conference — Jacaerys had already moved before her, with a date and time at hand. He was not going to let anyone belittle you and Rhaenyra cheered quietly beside him. She had raised him well.

James, your main security guard had tugged you hard to push you in front, the car now coming into view. The breath you had released came in a smoky cloud in the chilly night. You rushed to get inside the sanctuary of your car, as James shut the door and quickly jumped in the passenger seat you began to breathe normally. The cameras continued to flash your way, all you did was cover you face to avoid any photographs.

“Your house or…” James spoke, snapping you out of your empty mind. You looked towards him and thought about it.

“Jace’s,” you did not hesitate after that. You missed him.

You had your schedule packed, fashion week was coming and designers had you on their mind to walk their pieces. Jacaerys could have never been more proud of you.

“Yeah, they better. They need my beautiful girlfriend to show off their work, they would be blind if they didn’t choose you,” he said the night you told him. You rolled your eyes as you threw yourself on top of him in embarrassment where he held you as he laughed. His lips finding yours as his hands scrambled to get you off your pyjamas.

You had not seen him then, it’s been a month. You were busy with rehearsals, fittings, and he was busy in meetings, and learning after his mother who had taken him to every business engagement.

As you arrived to his penthouse that was in the city, you tried to contain yourself from the excitement that was boiling inside. James bid you a good night and you returned it with gratitude in your voice.

Knowingly you entered the key into his penthouse, being welcomed with silence. You had expected that, you knew Jacaerys would not be home for another hour or two.

My brother is still at the meeting with mom, he looked annoyed the last time I saw him. So careful with the attitude he’s going to bring.

You sighed at the text from Luke. Jacaerys could never catch a break and you feared he was going to grow grey hairs at 27. Tiredly you dragged yourself through the kitchen, snorting when you found a plate and a mug you had made him your first year together sitting inside the sink.

Of course, he wouldn’t have time to clean after himself.

You figured you would prepare him a nice dinner and wait to surprise him, you told Luke not to tell Jace that you would be home. You wanted to surprise your boyfriend — after 2 years close to 3 years together you already knew his likes and dislikes in food.

The house was too quiet, you silently walked away from the kitchen to enter his living room that was too plain, it certainly looked like a man owned the place. If it was not for your input you knew Jacaerys would never think of renovating, he claimed he did not care much about it but one look at your face — he crumbled.

Instead of too plain, the living room had touches of color, burgundy — and plants since you knew Jace was too busy to care for flowers. As you inspected the plants, you heard very distinctly the sounds of slight ruffles, little thundering. Your lips stretched into a bright smile. You had fixed your clothing, which contained of leggings and a soft camisole, you had rid of your trench coat upon entering.

“Max… my sweet Vermax — where are you baby?” you spoke with such love and adoration that you began to laugh as the mixed retriever came running towards you.

The overhyped fluff of Vermax jumped on you, running in circles and throwing himself onto the floor for your attention that you could never hold back the cooing that came upon you. He was such a bright but spoiled dog, Jace never said no to him.

“Hi, I missed you too,” you ruffled his flapping ears, he barked happily at your attention. “I love you Vermax.”

Vermax only barked before he grumbled, you laughed.

“Yeah, I am sure your dad loves you too baby,” you continued to laugh at the sight of your adorable dog, as if he understood you, he only stared with his bright eyes. “Vermax he loves you, he’s just busy.”

Vermax licked his snout before he ran to the couch and laid comfortably, he was being bratty and you knew that. Jacaerys definitely spoiled him way too much. You shook your head in amusement.

“I’ll need to talk to your dad when he gets home about that attitude Max,” you nagged playfully only to get Vermax grumble and his tilt of head as if saying okay.. so?

Your phone rang, you picked it up not checking the caller ID.

“Hello?” You moved towards Jace’s bedroom to change your clothes, you needed a bath before you started cooking.

“Hi my love.”

You paused mid action. The water ran calmly compared to the beat of your heart that began to pound fast. That voice never failed to bring you weak at the knees.

“Jace…”

You heard rustling of papers and another deep voice in the background. You furrowed your eyebrows. Before you asked him what was he doing he spoke with such softness that it made you want to kick your feet in the air.

“Sorry baby, Cregan’s asking for some papers. Anyways, I was calling because I miss you,” he paused before whispering, “I need my girl back.”

You clutched the phone tight, your smile wide, you truly loved Jacaerys way too much that words could never compare. He was your soulmate, your equal partner, he was your home.

“I miss you too Jace,” you said hearing him take a small breath, “I’ll be with you very soon,” you continued, knowing full well when you saw him, you were never going to leave his side again.

“Promise me you will let me know when you come home?”

Too late.

You bit your lip before breaking out a small chuckle, “I will let you know.”

He hummed, “I love you beautiful, I miss you, always.”

“I love you more Jace. Always.”

“I will call you when I’m done here okay? I want to hear about your day, how you are and how’s everything going with your rehearsals. I’ve gotta go,” he said suddenly, an annoyed tone in his voice now sounding apparent.

You in fact did hear the voice of your dearest friend, Cregan saying something off phone. You chuckled in amusement but also at the way your boyfriend started cursing out his best friend for interrupting. You did not hold any offense when he suddenly hung up.

Quickly you sunk yourself into the warmth of the water, covering it in rose bubbles. Jacaerys filled his bathroom with every small thing you loved, from your favorite bodywash to the skin care you applied every morning and night. He had said — more like promised — you will always have a home with him.

As you spent the next hour soaking in the bath, you finally got out, lavishing your body with your nightly routine. Lazily you grabbed a pair of panties from your bag, and Jace’s old university sweatshirt. When you arrived downstairs, you found Vermax sleeping calmly on the couch, you shook your head.

Tonight, you would prepare a full filling meal with wine to end the night with a scary movie, you found them scary but Jacaerys found them too comical to even find fear in them.

My mother and stepfather are far more scarier than these films, especially if you add Alicent in the picture.

The music played throughout the house in a soft tune, you cooked quietly, a smile on your face as the excitement of seeing your boyfriend soon ran through your body.

The dining table was prepped, candles and a wine bottle sat in the middle awaiting to be enjoyed. You sat satisfied at the couch, pulling out a blanket Jacaerys kept nearby to cuddle into the needy Vermax. He let out a small bark before licking your hand. You knew it was his way of expressing his love.

You moved your head to check the time. Your lips pressed against each other, it was barely ten - o clock. You only hoped Jace would get home early, but again, he was a equally busy man. You sighed, your hand grabbing the controller for the television, pausing when you stumbled into an entertainment gossip show.

“As fashion week approaches, we stumbled upon one of the most popular models of our time!”

You watched quietly, biting the inside of your mouth. The report changed to the scene where you had come out the airport. Your eyebrow twitched in annoyance.

“We asked her to give us some details on her relationship with the infamous Jacaerys Targaryen — we had no response. It seems our favorite couple want to keep their relationship private. The last time we saw them together was during Y/n’s last modeling session, we were in luck to get an anonymous tip!”

“Why can’t anyone mind their fucking business,” you muttered, as you angrily switched the channel to put on a random chick flick movie.

You got comfortable, laying down as Vermax made himself cuddle you. Slowly, without realizing you fell asleep. You did not wake up, not even when the penthouse shook slightly by the loud thunderstorm that hit as you slept. You never awoke, not even by the loud sighing of your tired boyfriend as he walked into his home slightly drenched by the rain.

Jacaerys had a whole day of paper work and negotiations. Hours of meetings and having to test his limits of being extremely patient. He would never understand how some of their business partners were just evermore greedy, yet he had to maintain a calm posture and clench his teeth tightly together as he smiled with stress.

“Fuck me…” he muttered, flinging his shoes to the side as soon as he stepped inside. He yawned, his body shaking slightly due to the rain and his clothes being wet.

“What the hell?” Jacaerys was confused, it was odd Vermax had not jumped on him, it was not usual but it was still rare. Vermax was a very needy pup, but that was not what made Jacaerys stop and question if he should call authorities.

The house was quiet, the TV was on, and the dining table was set up — there was food, candles and two glasses of wine.

This could have not been his mom, or you. As far as he knew, you were not in the city, you were in Oldtown, and Aegon had assured him she was safe. Aegon was an entertainer but he was also a designer, and while he had a talent to make a mean screwdriver, he was one hell of a talented designer that you never hesitated to try on his designs when he asked.

As he passed by the dining area, he grabbed the first thing his hand touched — a plate.

Quietly he stepped towards the living room where he found Vermax sleeping and a covered body engulfed by a heavy blanket he kept aside. Now instead of confusion, he was concerned. He had feared a crazy fan or stalker entered his home — you and him captured a lot of attention, good or bad.

His head leaned over the couch and the moment he saw chestnut slight curled hair he paused. As he pulled the blanket to the side just to see your face his heart leaped out his chest. You were home.

Immediately he put the plate on the floor and leaned his head down to place a kiss on your forehead, then your cheek and finally your chin. He continued to kiss your face until he heard you moan sleepily. Vermax nipped his father’s hand, annoyed he had come to wake them.

“Shush you or no food,” Jace spoke quietly, poking his tongue out at his fluffy child who just pouted— if he could.

“Angel, what are you doing in the couch?” he said again, as he continued to kiss your cheek nonstop, smiling wide when you moved, your nose scrunching up.

You had scrunched your eyes tight as you opened an eye finding yourself face to face with a certain lover, your curly favorite boy. You gasped, your arms automatically pulling him down towards you. He fell onto you in a loud “OOF!”

Vermax was now beyond annoyed as he flapped his tail yet he moved to his fluffy bed, his head on his paws where he laid with grumbling noises.

“Hi,” you whispered against his cold cheek.

Jacaerys moaned at your warm hold, his head was deep between your chest, where he felt the low rise of your chest. He moved to face you, his forearms resting besides your head.

“Hi,” he replied with a bright look in his face and a small grin, “How was your nap?”

Your lips twitched with mischief, “Hm… cozy warm.”

“Yeah?”

You nodded, your hands moving to push his curls back, finding itself deep in the wet curls. You saw his eyes fluttered close, a groan slipped out his lips. You pulled him towards you.

Jacaerys did not say another word before he kissed you. His lips moved with yours in perfect harmony. He swallowed your needs, your deep sentiment of longing. You allowed to mold yourself into the comfort of his own heart. Your tongue licked his lips where he had opened his mouth to welcome you. You were hungry for him, you missed him more than anything in the world. He was your best friend, your sun to the moon, your air and the love of your life.

He bit softly into your bottom lip, tasting the cherry of your lip balm and the taste of wine you had before you fell asleep. If he continued he would loose himself in your scent, your heavenly taste. So he forced himself to pull away.

“Let me take you to bed,” he mumbled.

You shook your head, “No. I made us dinner, you need to shower or you’ll catch a cold.”

Jacaerys only stared at you, before pulling himself off you. With no words he just moved to grab you in bridal style. You shrieked, “Jacaerys Velaryon-Targaryen! PUT ME DOWN!”

He moved towards his bedroom, he placed a kiss on your head, “Nope!”

“Jacaerys!” You kicked and wiggled in his hold, but you remembered, he was strong and you knew that nothing could make him drop or release you. You bemoaned, “Jace, the food…”

“I appreciate it my love, but right now I just want to be with my girl, hold her and kiss her because I have missed her more than anything. Can you give me that?”

He placed you on his bed, as he crawled on top of you. His wet curls lingered around his face, he had such a beautiful face and his eyes — oh you could have never imagined yourself loosing yourself in such a muted sunset. Even in the dark his eyes twinkled, it was like a silent night at the beach and his eyes spoke of timeless love.

You pushed his shirt off him, as he pushed himself closer to you. Your fingers moved in silence and he said nothing as he kept his eyes on you at all times, you never moved yours either.

“You are so beautiful, you are the most precious and most ethereal woman to ever exist,” he whispered against your lips.

Jacaerys had never met someone so beautiful, someone who moved with such elegance. He had girlfriends before, two. But before he had met you, he thought he knew love. Love was just a sentiment but with you, it was a touch, a whisper, a take of breath, a kiss, a bouquet of flowers, a kiss — love was everything, a puzzle that you helped solved. You were the calm to the storm, you were the sunrise to his blue. You were love.

You pushed his slacks off with your feet, as you continued to look into his eyes. “Never,” you disagreed.

“For the rest of my life I’ll prove that your existence alone is a blessing from the angels above,” his hands moved down your body, to your legs where he moved slightly to remove your panties.

“Then, make me yours forever,” you moaned into his mouth as his hands moved up your stomach to cup the swell of your breasts.

“You are mine. Always.”

The food was forgotten, the house was quiet but the sounds that came out of Jacaerys bedroom would have made someone run out. As Jacaerys entered your folds, his thickness caressed your walls in all the right way, and you felt like you were thrown out into the sky.

Jacaerys had not told you and he did not plan to, but as he continued to make love to you, watching how your face turned so beautifully blissed, the ring that could have bought the entire world sat in his dresser— a ring that was his mother’s but he added your own touch and that became a ring of an never ending love.

“I love you,” you both whispered, deep in each others embrace.

Jacaerys kissed your hands, more specifically your left hand — where soon would own his entire beginning to new life he longed for.

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[freakyformula]

Your First Kiss- MV1, CL16, LN4, LH44

A/N: Okay real talk whoever came up with the idea of combining imagines in one post deserves an award

Warnings: Fluff

Max Verstappen

They were cuddling in each others embrace as they admired the Monaco sunset on his balcony. She had her legs over his, with her head resting on his chest as his arm was protectively wrapped around her.

He pulls his eyes away from the sunset to look at the girl next to him. She was truly divine.

Max disappeared into a state where nothing else mattered besides the rush of love he had for her. "There's so much I want to say, Y/N." He admits as he brushes his thumb over her cheek. His words made her look down at her primly folded hands. His thumb moves to her chin, and he lifts her head up to look at him.

The air was electric as their gazes met. Her slightly opened mouth, and her heavy breaths, indicated that she wanted the same as he did.

"Then say it." She whispers. Max sighs, not sure of where to begin.

His nose tickles her ear as he whispers, "I love you..."

His words made her breath hitch, did she hear that correctly?

"W-what?" She asks, needing to hear his words again.

Max closes the gap, not bothering to answer, and catches her lips. She huffs in surprise, admittedly, and opens her mouth for him, allowing him access to her mouth, and he gladly accepts her offer. His tongue licks her lips, tasting her. "Taste so fucking good, liefje." He whispers as he continues sucking and nibbling on her lower lip.

When they finally part, she is out of breath after the intense makeout session, and she could've sworn that she felt Max heaving too.

"I love you, Y/N." He breaks the silence after a while, still holding her close, kissing her face languidly, making her giggle.

She looks up at him, smiling, "I love you too, Maxie."

And with that, she leans in and gives him another kiss. And another...

Charles Leclerc

The setting Monaco sun warmed her skin as they walked along the harbour. In love, as they were, they held hands, and Charles couldn't help observing her, her shimmering skin and adorable dimples. His usually so controlled lust was wavering by this voluptuous woman walking beside him.

"Charles!" She waves her hand in front of him, snapping her fingers while laughing, finding the whole thing amusing. Charles looked at her with a blank face, confused. She was his muse, he couldn't help indulging in daydreams about her and her gorgeous lips.

He chuckles, "Sorry. I guess I got kind of distracted."

She slowly nods and interlocks her hands with his. "Distracted, huh?" She teases, sticking out her tongue. This was why Charles loved Y/N, she was playful and fierce as a lion cub.

He huffs and takes a step closer, clearly making her nervous, at least judging by the way her breaths become heavier. She gets up on her tiptoes as he looks down on her, the height difference being significant. Her rosy cheeks invited him just as much as her smile, while her eyes were showing off something else, something... Primal. She wanted him, but she was also smart, she wouldn't give in to her desire that easily.

Charles on the other hand, had a nasty fight with his lust, and he felt himself praying to a borrowed god, please let this be the moment. He was pathetically shifting the weight between his feet and licking his lips, as if that would calm them both down.

She smirked at him and came a little closer, coaxing him to kiss her.

Charles felt her warm minty breath (which must have been from the mint chocolate chip ice cream she had for dessert) on his face.

Their love had its own life; tickling, whispering, and annoying them both to madness. They both breathe out until Charles leans in and joins their mouths in a delicate kiss. The kiss was heated, and she quickly allowed him access to her mouth, to explore her every crevice. Their kiss quickly turns into a makeout session, and time seemed to slow down, or in her world, stop. His lips against hers was ecstasy, and she, nor him, could stop.

They didn't separate until a gust of wind hit them, knocking them off balance. The two love birds couldn't help laughing at the bizarre situation, being swept off their feet by their first kiss, and the next second fighting to keep balance as they're literally, in fact, swept off their feet.

Lando Norris

You combed your fingers through his curly locks as the night crept in. Slowly, Lando rubbed her back as he kissed her shoulders up to her neck. "Lando..." She do her best to sound strict but her voice lets her down and his name rolls off her tongue as a whimper.

"What is it, sweetheart?" He whispers between kisses. Shit, he was already hard as a rock... Lando sincerely hoped she didn't notice as he was grinding against her earlier.

"Stop teasing me." She warns, playfully pushing him away. Lando is having none of it and tugs her into his arms again. "C'mere..." He says, leaning in, but pulls away as he notices a tinge of uncertainty on her face. He tuts and pulls her into a hug instead. "You okay, love?"

She takes a moment to process his words and nods. "Yeah."

Lando is left looking at her, feeling unsure.

She sees his expression and moves to sit on him, straddling his hips. Her newfound confidence makes her lean in, scanning him for approval.

Lando moves his hands behind her neck, carefully pulling her closer to him and his face. When they're a few centimetres apart, she stops, unsure of what comes next. He helps her and leans in, softly kissing her on her cheek, and pulls away to check her reaction.

She was in a trance, enchanted by the love she had for him, and crashed into his lips rather violently.

Lando feels his heart swell for the woman grinding down on him, and he grabs her, turning her over so that he's on top. When they part, she looks at him, enlightened, she looks like a new person. This wasn't the same girl; this one, was wild and ready for more.

Lewis Hamilton

"Here, love!" Lewis half runs towards her as she makes her way through the paddock with one goal in mind, Lewis' warm embrace.

"Missed you." Lewis whispers in her ear.

"Lewis, its only been a couple of hours!" She laughs while grabbing his hand. Lewis drags her through the corridors of the motorhome until they see his room. Only then, does Lewis slow down, and slides his arm around her smaller figure. As they both sit down on the sofa, Lewis exhales and all of the stress he had collected during the day melts away in her touch.

"So beautiful..." Lewis compliments her, making her blush. He stares at her in awe, lost in her eyes. He leans in, and she lets out a nervous huff. When he is about to close the gap between them, *knock knock*, and Angela sticks her head inside. "Lewis, time to get ready, qualifying starts in 45 minutes!"

Lewis groans and collapses on the sofa dramatically. You follow him, lying down on his chest. "You better go. I'll be waiting for you."

As they walk Lewis follows her all the way down to the garage with his eyes glued to her behind, much to her amusement. "Good luck, and drive carefully!" She tells him, poking his chest.

"I promise I will." He reassures her. One last hug and he is off to race. She sits down at her designated seat and follows the session closely.

When Lewis gets out of the car, he has one goal in mind, Y/N. He hurriedly walks into the garage, in search of her. "Y/N, I think someone is searching for you." One of the Mercedes staff whispers to her. When she stands up and turns around, he lays his eyes on her.

He instantly knew this was it. The scene was chaotic, as it tends to be after a racing session, but in Lewis' mind, it was calm, only because of her. His rock. He starts walking up to her slowly, with his helmet in his hand that he shoves into a mechanic's arms.

She sees him slowly approaching and slightly panics. She looked around, everyone was looking at either her or him. His eyes though, were glued on her and only her. When he reaches his destination, he pulls her into his arms, squeezing her in a tight hug.

"I can't breathe..." She eventually breaths out.

"Sorry." He quickly lets her go, looking into her eyes with such admiration, it made the whole garage emotional.

"Pole position baby, congr-" She starts but is interrupted by his soft, plump lips. The feeling of her lips on his was hypnotizing, and Lewis felt his inner roots turning into a tickling glow, the kind that would never go cold.

She could hear the whole world swooning around them, and as they parted, Lewis swooned with them while looking at her. She looked around, and the usually nuzzling garage was still. You would have been able to hear a strand of hair falling. She looks back at him, and offers him a faint smile.

Lewis could tell she was nervous, and he slid his arm around her body in order to calm her down, if only just for the moment.

"Thank you, my love. This is the best day I've had in a long time." He concludes.

[poppyflower-22]

Lifetime

Summary: Benjicot wants to spend a lifetime with you.

Warnings: None. Fluff.

Side note: This is a modern au. No use of y/n.

The sun shuns through the french doors. The wind making the curtains around the bed flow lightly.

Benjicot rolled over onto his back and stared at the ceiling. He felt you cuddle closer to him. A hand sliding around his waist.

"Good moring." You said with a small smile directed at the boy.

Benji smiled at you and rubbed his hand up and down your naked back. It made you shiver but in a good way.

"Good moring my dove." Benji whispered. He placed a delicate kiss on your cheek and pushed his face in your neck making you giggle.

Benji rolled you both over so he was on top of you. He placed several kisses around your neck and throat.

You ran one of your hands up and down his naked back, and one hand was in his hair. Benji dropped down on you lightly, making you groan.

"Hey. I'm not that heavy." Benji protest making you giggle again.

"Oh, of course not." You tease back with a smirk. You yelp when he bites your shoulder playfully.

Benji smiles in your shoulder and moves so he lying on his side. He lets you take his hand as you start explaining what you wanted to do today.

He moves a peace of your white hair out of your face and just admires you while you talk. He loved you so much that he simply would die without you.

Walking into that book shop was the best thing that he ever did.

"And then I was thinking we go for another late night walk. Yeah?" You ask looking at your boyfriend.

"You're so beautiful." He blurts out and smiles at the blush that heats up on your face.

"Stop." You groan moving your hands in front of your face.

Benjicot moves your hands from your face and smiles at you. "You are so beautiful. And im going to tell you for the rest of our lives." He tells you, making your heart melt.

You reach up and rank your hand through his hair and put your other hand on his cheek, making him close his eyes and lean into your touch.

"You, Benjicot Blackwood, are the best thing to ever happen to me." You whisper. You loved him so much that you wouldn't know what to do without him.

Benji smirks suddenly, and before you can ask him what he was thinking, he starts tickling you, making you shrik in laughter.

Benjicot rubs his thumb over your hand as you walk through Rome's streets in the late evening.

You stop as you hear some violins and start walking towards them, pulling Benji with you. But he would let you pull him anywhere.

You stood in the night air watching the people violin the song In My Blood. Benji stood behind you and swayed you two.

You closed your eyes, thinking of yourself and Benji. From the first time meeting to the first date. The time he danced with you to this song at one of your mom's boring dinners.

He was the love of your life. The one you wanted to spend the rest of your life with.

The one you wanted to have a family with and grow old with. You loved him for all of him. You knew he was quick to anger but he was never like that to you.

He cherished you. He made you feel like you were the only girl in the world.

Benji closed his eyes and swayed you both as he too thought of you two.

The first time you smiled at him, he knew he had fallen in love. Love at first sight. He didn't care about anything but you in the moment. He had made a vowel to love and cherish you if you ever agreed to go out with him.

And he made good on the promise. And a lot more.

You had loved him even with all his imperfections. All the fight that he got into, you still stayed. All his anger and you still stayed.

Benjicot's aunt had called you the 'one for him.' And he couldn't agree more.

"I love you," he whispered in your ear. He kissed your exposed shoulder.

You turned to him and wrapped your arms around his neck. "I love you so much." You expressed. You did love him so much.

He smiled at you and leaned in and kissed you. He held your waist tighter and pulled you in slightly more.

As you two parted from the kiss you both leaned your foreheads on eachother. You both were in your own world.

Nothing and nobody else mattered to you two. Your love was your own, and that was all that mattered.

Benji just hoped that it would last a lifetime.

[sturniololoco]

this might sound weird but her me out.

could you do one where like reader is matt(or chris’s) gf but the boys have a younger sister (like sls) and when the sister goes to stay with the boys her favourite is always gf and she tells all her troubles and feelings to her when she’s missing her mom and dad

i completely understand if this doesn’t make sense but the idea came to me randomly xx

Home Sick

Matt Sturniolo x fem! Reader

Warnings: kissing, cuddling, crying, home sickness, etc.

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Y/N’s POV

My boyfriend, Matt, has been on the phone with his little sister the entire way to the airport.

This is her first time flying by herself and she just got off the plane so Matt is trying to walk her through it.

Chris and Nick have been talking excitedly about the plans they have made for her while they got their vlog camera ready.

I however, was nurvously picking at my nails, wondering what their sister will be like.

Will she like me?

I was pulled from my thoughts as I felt a hand on my thigh.

“Stop worrying baby. It’s gonna be fine.” He says in a low tone.

I smile and hold his hand, praying that he’s right.

-

I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything as cute as Matt’s little sister sprinting into his outstretched arms.

Normally, he would call this cringy behavior, but I know he's so happy to see her, that he secretly enjoys it.

She does the same to Chris and Nick, somehow showing all of her love for them in one tight squeeze.

Then she came over to me.

I was shocked when she wrapped her small frame around me, hugging me tight.

I looked up at Matt, giving him the Are you seeing how cute this is? look.

He smiles back at me proudly while grabbing his little sister's bags.

Pulling away, but still holding my hand, she pulls me with her to the car behind her brothers.

-

To celebrate the little sister's safe journey across the country, we indulged in a pizza movie night for the occasion.

I was snuggled into Matt's side on the end of the couch, and both of us snuggled into a blanket while we held hands.

Matt's sister was on his right, leaning into Chris on her other side.

It was safe to say that the siblings had a very close relationship, just judging by how they cuddled close together on the couch.

-

At the end of the movie, Nick stood grabbed our plates, and started to clean up. Just as Matt and I were about to do the same, Chris began tickling his little sister with no mercy.

Matt was quick to join in, the trio laughing as her brothers held her down.

Once they gave in, she was half upside down and breathing heavily, smacking her brothers on the leg as they walked away to go and help Nick.

"You ready for bed, baby?" Matt asked me, seeing me yawn from m spot on the island.

I nodded and stood, giving everyone a quick goodnight hug.

But as I went to see their little sister, she was fast asleep in her spot on the couch.

Smiling lightly to myself, I called Chris over.

"You might wanna move her before she gets too comfy." I laughed as he scooped her up into his arms and whisked her off to bed.

I wasn't far behind, only I followed Matt, snuggling into his warmth as we lay down in his bed.

-

Who knew a light coming all the way from downstairs could be so annoying.

It was the middle of the night and got up to pee, but haven't been able to fall back into my slumber thanks to the obnoxious LED light coming from the kitchen.

Giving up on any more rest, I kept out of the room and made my way down the stairs, to be met with a sight I was not expecting.

The Sturniolo sister was there, scrolling on her phone as tears poured from her eyes onto her cheeks.

I hesitantly sat next to her, and when she tried to stop her tears, I pulled her in for a hug, only making her sob harder.

"What's wrong sweetheart? Do you need me to go get Matt?" I asked, rubbing her back in an attempt to soothe her.

She shook her head no and calmed herself, taking in a deep breath before saying,

"I just miss my brothers being at home so much. But I also miss not being with my mom and dad. I wish they could just come home with me." She said, sheepishly.

I gave her a sympathetic smile.

"Your brothers talk about you every day. They miss you just as much, but that's what makes these visits so special. You get to spend special time together." I said.

this seemed to cheer her up slightly. She sighed and smiled before leaning in and giving me a tight hug.

"Thank you," she mumbles into my shoulder.

"Any time kiddo. I'm always here, just as much as your brothers."

I feel so bad, this was so rushed! Lemme know if you want me to add more or redo it, or just do something simular. <3

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[pupkashi]

volvi a nacer

gojo feels life start anew now that you’re by his side

a/n: hi hi friends ! this is heavily inspired by this song !! i think it’s so sweet and yeah <3 (unrelated but my bf sent me it i was geeking out for a week ok) ALSO GIGI (@4sat0ruu) I HOPE YOU ENJOY THIS SO MUCH MY FELLOW LATINA 🙏🙏🙏; slightly latinx coded reader bc i can !

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masterlist

translations: mi amor // my love, hermoso(a) // beautiful, mi corazon // my heart, cariño // sweetheart

there was time in gojo satoru’s life that he felt his life had essentially ended. he felt isolated, like no one would ever fill the void he felt in his chest.

he didn’t think he had anyone to lean on when he needed it, opting for a façade of cockiness and jokes when anyone asked if he was alright.

you saw through it all. with a concerned frown on your face as you wrapped your arms around him, holding him as tightly as you could and squeezing him.

“i don’t need your hugs, y/n,” he scoffed, hoping you didn’t hear the wobble in his voice, “I’m the strongest, i can take on anything by myself.”

“I’m sure you can, but you don’t have to,” you whispered, not letting go for a second. you heard the tremble in his breath, the hitch in his throat when he heard your next words, “I’m right here, you’ll be okay.”

for a split second satoru saw the world for all its warmth and love rather than its faults and challenges. he felt the love and support he’d only ever imagined, the suns warm rays hitting his skin as you held him tightly.

it faded as you pulled away, and he could hear nobara and yuji yelling in the distance, toge and yuta laughing at something.

“I’ll be here if you need me, okay?” you reassure him, your hand lingers on his shoulder for a bit before you walk away.

you’re only two steps away when you feel satoru gently grab your wrist, letting go not even a second after he did. when you turn to face him he looks shocked, as if he didn’t have control of his own body for a second.

“uh- can-” he stumbles over his words, not knowing exactly what to say and not exactly having the courage to say whatever they were.

“yeah, i can,” you smile softly, taking his hand in yours, “how about we get some food, when’s the last time you had actual food and not take out or sweets?” you question.

satoru rolls his eyes, scoffing before counting the days on his fingers, “it hasn’t been that long,” he mumbles, smiling a bit when you shake your head and laugh at him.

it’s been three years since then, somewhere along the way the line of caring friend and something more had been crossed, pinkies interlinking during movie night, a stolen kiss in a maintenance closet when hiding from an upset yaga.

he’s not exactly sure what’s making him reminisce on that day. maybe he’s recalling the way the sunshine felt on his skin, the way it does now as it pours in through the blinds, landing on his bare chest.

“you didn’t snore this time” you mumble, voice a bit hoarse as you wake up.

satoru grins, “I told you I’d stop,” you can’t help but half laugh, cuddling up to him more, “I’d do anything you ask of me sweets.”

“it’s 9 in the morning and you’re already professing your undying love?” you tease, just barely opening your eyes to look at your lover, who’s already staring right back at you, soft smile adorning his beautiful face.

“would do it all hours of the day if you’d let me,” he replies, not missing a beat. you can only chuckle softly, letting your head rest on his chest. your hair tickles him a bit but he ignores it, focusing on the way your index fingers draws random patterns on his abdomen.

satoru lets his mind wander, he thinks how lucky he is.

how lucky he was to be given a second chance at life, to be able to come back from a place so dark, to now be able to quite literally be bathed in sunlight and tender touches.

“where’d you go?” you whisper, adjusting yourself on your side and letting your arm prop you up. satoru is reeled back in, snowy lashes kissing his cheeks gently as he lays on his side to face you.

“thinking ‘bout how lucky i am,” he mumbles, staring at you for a second before a soft smile overtakes his lips, “I love you.” the words never fail to make you smile, you never miss a beat to respond, “i love you more, angel boy.”

“there isn’t anything i wouldn’t do for you, you know that right?” he’s focusing on the fuzz of the blanket rather than your eyes, looking up only when you hum in response.

“what if you have to fight off the most talented swordsman in the world for me?” you tease, he’s smiling at you as he sits up.

“then I’ll get a sword and do what i have to do to not lose you,” he answers like it’s the most simple thing in the world, “I’ve fought off worse haven’t i?” his cockiness makes you roll your eyes and chuckle, sitting up and kissing his cheek before stretching and finally getting out of bed.

“i guess so, you’re too strong for any of my hypotheticals,” you mumble, the taller man following you into the restroom, brushing your teeth together before heading into the living room.

“what do you want for breakfast?” satoru asks, his hands are already reaching for the ingredients for an omelette, recalling how you’d been craving one since last night but fell asleep as soon as you’d gotten home.

“what’s on the menu today, chef gojo?” you smile, moving from the couch to the kitchen bar, watching as he took out four eggs and various veggies and meats.

“how ‘bout that omelette you were dreaming of yesterday, sweetheart?” he’s grinning as he cracked an egg open with one hand over the bowl, a trick you’d taught him that took him the course of two cartons of eggs.

“you’re too perfect mi amor,” the words make his ears turn bright red, face flushed as he continues his fluid movements in the kitchen.

three years ago had someone told you the satoru gojo could make omelettes and crack eggs with one hand you would’ve laughed in their face, betting your life savings and then some against the snowy haired sorcerer.

yet here you are; three years, lots of broken eggs, burnt food and nights in the restroom later- you watch the love of your life make you an omelette.

the two of you eat breakfast over small talk, telling him of your plans for the day.

“I’ve gotta run some errands today, i hope traffic isn’t too bad” you trail off, mentally checking all the things you had to do.

“i can drive if you want,” he shrugs, chugging down the last bit of orange juice in his cup before grabbing your plate and placing them in the sink. “i don’t have anything else going on.”

you smile at your lover, “you don’t have to drive me around everywhere, you know that right?” satoru knew your distaste for being behind the wheel, he only saw it as an opportunity to pamper you and treat you like the royalty you were.

“i know, but i love driving you everywhere,” he grins, walking next to where you were seated and bending over to kiss your temple, “I’ll be your loyal chauffeur for as long as you’ll have me, hermosa.” the word is foreign on his tongue, it slips past his lips naturally, just the way you’d been teaching him common phrases.

“hermosa? who’d you learn that one from?” fighting the smile off your face was a predestined loss, barely hiding how over the moon you were at the new pet name. your words are teasing as you stand from the kitchen bar, stopping right in front of your lover, looking up at him.

“duolingo was hitting on me, actually,” satoru replies, a dimpled smile on his face when your arms snake around his neck, pulling him downwards so his lips met yours.

“can duo fight?” you laugh between kisses, pressing a softer kiss to the tip of his nose before detaching yourself from him.

satoru is ready before you, sitting on the edge of the bed and watching- no admiring, your every move as you get ready. his mind is filled with a whirlwind of compliments he can’t seem to get out, overcome with an overwhelming sense of love for you.

you’re an aura of warmth, kindness and love, and angel sent for him. a caring soul, who nurtured him back to health; through late night calls that ended with you in his apartment or vice versa, gentle reminders and tight hugs helping him through his toughest nights. through forced outings to fairs and arcades, despite his protests that he has been doing things other than working with his students and going on missions (he hadn’t).

it had taken time, but satoru had healed.

your love had healed him.

“oh i can’t do movie night Friday” you frowned, watching as the second and first years trained.

“oh? why’s that” satoru was caught off guard, you’d never been one to cancel on him.

“i- uh- I’ve got a date, actually” you chuckle, staring at your finger nails before looking at the man next to you.

“a date?” he repeated, heart sinking and stomach falling as you nodded with a smile.

“nanami set me up with them, didn’t know he actually had friends besides us,” you smiled, trying your best to ease the palpable tension.

you’d gotten up and left shortly after that, some lame excuse he can’t remember now. he did remember angrily walking into nanami’s office, accusing him of hating satoru and wanting to see him suffer.

“have you thought of- i don’t know, maybe telling y/n how you feel?” kento sighs, trying his best to focus on the report he was filling out before satoru had barged in.

satoru hadn’t thought of that, but he took his friends advice and marched up to you three hours later, confessing his feelings upfront.

“don’t go on that date, they don’t deserve you,” he began, immediately taking you back, “and maybe i don’t either but just give me one chance and i swear you won’t regret it.”

“what’s up with you today? maybe you shouldn’t drive” your words pull him out of his memory, blinking once, then twice before fully coming back to his senses.

“do you remember when you told me you had that date?” he asks, watching as you furrows your brows, the corners of your lips turning upwards as you recall the memory.

“oh yeah! then you confessed like an hour later” satoru nods, blushing a bit. “what about it?” you ask, moving to sit next to him, taking his larger hand in yours, tracing soothing circles into his skin with your thumb.

“i didn’t even know i liked you then,” he admits, “i just felt this terrible feeling in my stomach and yelled at nanami for wanting to ruin my life.” the revelation makes you smile a bit, “he told me to tell you that i liked you and only then did it dawn upon me that i had romantic feelings for you.” satoru laughs at himself now, looking at you with sparkling blue eyes.

“well, you were- and still are a bit of a dummy” you mumble, pulling his arm so satoru can lean against you, letting you rest your head atop his. “my silly angel boy.”

angel boy.

the first time he heard you say that he quite literally stopped in his tracks, smiling from ear to ear before picking you up and spinning you around. ‘say it again!’ he kept asking, blushing just as hard every time the pet name left your mouth.

satoru loves grocery shopping with you, checking off things as you put them in the cart. he thinks you look angelic against the backdrop of produce, heart fluttering as you look for the best bunch of cilantro.

he could do this for the rest of his life, he thinks to himself. the realization makes him bump against the display, thankful nothing fell over.

satoru gojo wants to marry you.

he wants nothing more in his life than to be with you for as long as he could. he wants to spend his mornings and nights besides you, he wants to make you breakfast and help you cook dinner, he wants to wash the dishes because you hate washing them, he wants to wake up to Cumbia and bachata on Sunday mornings as you clean, joining you and singing in broken Spanish as you serenade him with a broom.

it’s not as romantic as he’d once imagined, he thought the realization would come to him as the wind blew through your hair, or the golden rays of the sun kissed your cheeks.

instead he’s watching you pick out a two pack of steak, looking at him with a wide smile, “the prices dropped!” you grin, giddy as you happily put the meat into the cart, practically skipping down the line of raw meats.

he can hear his heartbeat in his ears as he wonder what to do next, mindlessly following you around the grocery store with the cart, every aisle affirming the fact that you’re the only one for him, especially as you tell him to get one sweet treat for the week as you go and get the milk.

he’s staring lovingly at you as you wait in line at the register, watching with interest as your eyes light up, “cariño can you get the eggs? i completely forgot,” he nods immediately, placing a chaste kiss to your cheek before turning on his heel and heading towards the eggs.

satoru lets the thought of marriage ruminate in his mind, recalling the times you’d talked about marriage, agreeing that you’d want to marry him. what if you’d changed your mind since then?

later that week as satoru is passing you the salt, he asks you the question that’s been eating at his mind. “do you still wanna get married?”

you chalk it up to his usual insecurities, turning around and kissing the tip of his nose and both his dimples. “‘course i do, angel boy” you reply, not missing a beat, “why? everything okay?”

satoru nods, eyes fluttering shut when your lips are pressing against his. “everything’s perfect,” he mumbles against you, smiling and chasing your lips for one more kiss before he passes you the butter.

one month later satoru is under the shade the cherry blossom trees give him, with you staring down at him, mouth still agape from seeing him get down on one knee.

“mi corazon, I’ve loved you more than i thought possible, you’ve breathed life into me when i thought there was no reason to keep living, you bring out the best in me everyday,” he begins, hands shaking slightly as you stare back at him, tears welling in your eyes.

“i want to be by your side for the rest of my life, i want to find you in every crowd, save you a seat next to mine and end my days with you in my arms,” satoru tried to ignore the thumping of his heart in his ears, “i want to be the only one lucky enough to be loved by you, will you marry me?”

you’re nodding quickly, mouth still covered before you’re throwing your arms around the snowy haired man- your now fiancé. “of course, yes!” you laugh, sniffling and wiping the tears that had fallen as you squeeze him tightly. “i love you cariño, i love you so so much” you grin, pressing your lips harshly against his, not caring when your teeth bump against his as you both smile, the spring wind causing pink petals to fall around the two of you.

there was a time in gojo’s life when he thought his life was over. he looks back and smiles, how was he supposed to know the best part of his life was only starting?

the void he once felt in his chest was now overflowing with the love and patience you poured into him; sickeningly sweet pet names and tender touches to ease his mind.

satoru can’t help but smile when he wakes up next to you everyday, grateful beyond belief he decided to be vulnerable that day in the courtyard.

“already staring at me lovingly?” you teased, making satoru grin, dimples on his cheeks as he hummed.

“something like that.”

[newts-limp]

Somthing WCKD can't take away

Warnings: smut (*yayy*) mild curse words

Summary: y/n, the only girl in the glade is sick of boys teasing her. Her best friend Newt decides to take matters into his own hands...

Y/n was frustrated all day long. It was the night of the bonfire and she was constantly getting picked on by all the boys in the Glade. Even Gally was picking on her, sometimes even attempting to advance on her. She had enough. The next person who tried....she just might become violent.

It was late at night and she and Newt sat at by the edge of the forest called the Deadheads. It was her favorite place because the other Gladers barely went there.

Unfortunately, Gally saw them and began walking his way toward her and her best friend. She threw her head back in a groan at the sight of him. "Piss off, Gally! I don't want to fight you in the circle!"

"How about fighting in a bed?" Gally asks suggestively, hiding a smirk. Y/n stood up slowly and offered him a hand. He was shocked at first, so was Newt. He took her small hand into his. Then, suddenly, she pulled him into her knee and kicked him between the legs, pulling away fast before she could get a receiving blow. "If any of you," she started, turning to face the rest of the Gladers, "Ask me that stupid question again....I will throw you in the maze myself!!"

Newt was up quickly to pull her away from Gally before she could harm him more. As he was being held up by her, he fell to the ground and gruntled, turning over to regather himself. Newt shoved y/n into the trees away from prying eyes. He looked mad, but he wasn't mad at her. His anger was towards the Gladers. It looked like he was going to give her a talking to and maybe throw her into the slammer....But he could never do that to her. He admired her too much.

After Gally groaned once more and limped off to the Homestead, Newt softly took y/n's hand and led her deeper into the woods.

The deeper they went, the calmer she got. It was just the two of them now. It was refreshing to be alone, as she was always stuck between these walls with the wretched horny boys.

Y/n stopped and sat against a tree after a while, slightly out of breath. "I'm sorry Newt," She said quietly, her voice slightly breaking. Newt sits down next to her and pulls her to his chest.

"Don't be sorry, Love. That shank deserved it," He said in a low voice. He kissed the top of her head and moved the hair out of her eyes. "I'm sorry that the boys are constantly bothering you....Tomorrow I'll make a meeting. I'll make sure you're never bothered again," He declared, holding her tightly to his chest. He had a teasing smile on his face that y/n adored. She straddled his lap and cuddled into him. Newt never thought of her affection as awkward or embarrassing. They always were this affectionate. Besides, everyone needed someone in the Glade.

"I appreciate you, Newt. You're the only one that I feel safe with," y/n whispers, her voice as soft as the wind. It was a bit cold from the breeze but that just gave her more of a reason to snuggle into him.

"I appreciate you too," Newt whispers. He planted another small kiss on her forehead and she giggled. He kissed her again and it was on her jaw. He was now laughing as he continued to kiss her.

"That tickles!" She laughed

"Good! You have to be punished for hurting Gally"

Y/n whimpered as she tried to get away from him. She was now on the ground and Newt was on top of her. He was tickling her and she was laughing loudly. She hears something and they both look at the . Newt sees the owner and chuckles before guiding her face to look at him with two fingers. "It's just a squirrel, Love." Y/n's heart flutters and she begins to hyperventilate a bit. He looked so fascinating. So charming above her. His chocolate brown eyes staring at her and his messy, sandy blonde hair falling over his eyes.

"Newt?" She said, just above a whisper.

"Yeah, Love?" Newt asked with a small smile.

"Would you be mad at me if I asked you to kiss me?" Her voice was softer now, barely being able to be heard. But he heard her just fine. His hand cupped her face gently. "Never," he responded huskily. And then, before she knew what was happening, he kissed her. Slowly tasting her every drop of nectar that rested in her mouth. He was entranced. He wanted to kiss her since she arrived in the Glade and now was finally able to do that.

He released the kiss with a giant gasp for air. He let her breathe for a second and went in again. This time she moaned from not expecting it. His pants were slowly becoming tighter, so he situated himself where his knee rested between her legs. This gained him more access to the kiss as well. He couldn't help but tease her, his knee pressed up against her. He didn't expect anything from the kiss, he just wanted to feel her lips on his. But he got more than he wanted. She fliped him over, his back now against the same tree they sat against. "You're teasing me," She stated the obvious. He nodded and pulls her into his lap.

Moments went by, staring into each other's soft eyes. "I know I said that I would throw someone in the maze if they asked me that question," y/n said, breaking the silence. "But you haven't asked me yet, Newt." Her voice was everything but innocent now. It was filled with desire, luring him in like a magnet.

"Do you want me to ask you?" Newt asked daringly.

"If you don't, I will."

Then Newt kisses her again; He groaned the second his tongue enters her mouth. His hands roaming her body, exploring it. His hands memorizing her curves, wanting her to be engraved in his brain forever. So that way W.C.K.D can never take it fully away.

Y/n pulled away from the kiss once again, her hands moving to her shirt. She started to slowly take off her shirt as Newt gazed at her lightly tanned skin. Now, Newt memorized her skin, the texture of her torso, the scars, freckles. It burns into his brain. Then he only kissed her with more need. Before Newt could resist, her hand reached down to his pants and started to palm him slightly. "You're going to kill me if you keep touching it like that," Newt murmurs against her lips. She says nothing and silently begs him to take his shirt off by tugging on the hem. He takes it off with one hand swiftly. Her hands roam his chest, admiring how he looked. She also wanted to remember every detail, every perfection, and imperfections that littered his body. "Stop staring," He mumbled. "Never." She smirked.

Newt held her closely and moved his lips down to her neck, kissing it softly. Licking the spots he kissed, and sucking on it as she looks down at him with innocent eyes. His chest was moving quickly. He comed his fingers through her hair, smiling almost like he is exhausted. His eyes were filled with lust as he stared at her markings on her neck.

Subsequently, all of their clothes were removed as they kissed and felt each other. Their breaths were heavy; Their kisses were too. The kiss was so long that they had to stop for air numerous times. Newt couldn't keep his hands off of her. He was so enamored by how alluring she looked. She was like a siren and he was the pirate amongst the beating sea waters; except at this point she was the seawater, she felt like it anyway.

"Newt... Please," She whimpers. Her hands were above her head, pinned to the soft dirt ground. His calloused, firm hands pinning them, their bodies grinding against each other like desperate animals.

"Patience, Love.... I wanna take my time with you," he responds with a crass, rough voice. He plants kisses under her ear, trailing down to her chest. Her beady eyes flutter at him doing so, never having felt such wonderful pleasure. She let out a satisfied moan, making him respond with a deep chuckle.

"Just wait until we continue." Newt managed out.

Y/n's hands eventually found his hips, his stomach, and then down to his member. He shuddered when her soft small hands toyed with with his red tip. "How is this on waiting?" She purrs bawdily. His mouth falls open and he nods. Her stomach fills with butterflies, feeling like they were riding on roller coasters.

"Don't stop," Newt moans with urgency. She smiled innocently at him, assuring she wasn't going to. Her hand twists on him slowly, massaging the sensitive head as she gives him direct eye contact. His eyes trained on hers, fluttering to stay open as it felt too phenomenal.

"You look so handsome," y/n praises in an attempt to tease him. He groans lowly, "Shut up-....." Then she speeds up, wanting him to feel that sweet relief. She also wanted to feel his release splatter all over her stomach. "Good boy," she murmurs as her free hand tickles his bicep that is holding his body up. Then she feels warmth on her abdomen, concurrently as he whispers her name repeatedly with a high-pitch moan. She broke into a satisfied smile as he released on her stomach. Newt ran his fingers through her hair as he motioned for her to stand up. "Alright, come here, Love," Newt murmured at he motioned for her to stand up. Y/n stood up slowly, in a shy manner. "W-was that ok?" She asked him in a quiet tone. "Bloody amazing, y/n," Newt chuckled and pulled her closer to him once again. "But we're not done yet," He added in a husky and lust filled tone. Y/n blushed and her stomach did somersaults as she heard him say that. All she could do was nod. God, she was excited though.

Newt gestured for her to straddle his lap as he sat up against a fallen log. "You sure you're alright with this, y/n?" Newt inquired, as she was just about to lower herself onto his length. She smiled and silently laughed, "if we went this far, I don't think there's any going back, eh?" Newt smirked at her response, "Then let's get bloody on with it then, shall we?" She nodded and slowly filled herself with his length, stifling a moan. Newts hands quickly gripped his waiste, holding her tightly as she began to move up and down on him. "Shit," he said under his breath as she began to move faster. Y/n hid her smile as Newts hips started to buck slightly, showing her how much he was enjoying himself.

(Shit ik this ends abruptly but I might add more to it later)

[fiendishfables]

"You already know how much I love you~"

A 2024 Valentines Day Special Ft. Luci + Reader

a/n: Happy Valentines! I don't have a valentine (its my cat) but fuck that, I'm going to snag some cheap candy-

summary: Lucifer decides to take you to a special spot; one where everything began anew for him and his true beauty is revealed

warnings: fluff, cuddles, wholesomeness, Luci just needs some cuddles guys, just cute shi-

words: 1.6k+

additional notes: I like to think there is just some random cherry blossom hidden away somewhere in Hell and that is where our short king got the honor of falling. Or he created the tree upon impact, one of the two. I JUST WANT HIM TO HAVE SOMETHING NICE, THE POOR BABY-

This was honestly not what you had pictured in your brain when your boyfriend had said he wanted to take you somewhere special...

Currently, you and your boyfriend, Lucifer, were making your way up a hill. Its adorning grass was a brownish-green, making it look like autumn had begun to actually seep into the worlds crust instead of just being dusted off until next year. Another thing: it looked strangely untouched. Everything in Hell looked like literal shit, so this was a pleasant surprise, other than its stained color.

You looked up to see your boyfriend had left your side and was practically sprinting up the hill, like he was a Labrador who just saw a squirrel. You raised a quizzical eyebrow but felt the small, familiar tug of a smile grappling for a hold on each corner of your lips. A sigh slipped from you as you shook your head with amusement at his childish antics. He really never failed to make you smile.

Once you had decided to pick up your own pace with what you were using to climb the grassy hill, he had already reached the top. You met him in the next thirty seconds that followed.

Atop the hill he had brought you both to was a beautiful, giant, cherry blossom tree. Its pink petals swayed gently in the wind, brushing against one another and the branches that held them together in clusters. A few delicate petals would come free from the hold of a branch every few seconds, going on to continue its life in a different way, as it drifted towards the ground.

This particular blossom you were watching drift downwards was then caught, gently, in the hand of your boyfriend.

You had almost forgotten he was there, having been mesmerized by the beautiful pink and white colored tree hanging above both of your heads. Seeing him now, he was sitting underneath the cherry blossom, a soft smile on his face. He shifted his fingers so the plush, pink petal was between his thumb and pointer finger, holding it up and out to you like a silent offering.

You chuckled softly, walking further under the tree and plopping yourself down beside Lucifer, watching him examine the petal between his fingertips, almost as if deciding what to do with it.

He turned to look at you again, smiling still (when was he ever not when he was around you). That smile then turned to a smug smirk as he gently blew on the petal now in his palm, whistling softly. The action sent the petal drifting towards you and up, into your hair, where it found a place to nestle itself comfortably amongst the strands, lightly tickling your forehead as it passed by.

"Magic?"

You gave him a small smirk of your own. You knew he liked to do these little acts to impress you; not saying they failed to deliver, but you knew to expect them by now. Still, it was always a pleasant experience.

The ground beneath the two of you was covered in soft, little cherry blossom petals, showing the trees shedding tendencies. The grass that could be seen under the mirage of petals was actually green here, unlike the shit stained looking grass you had walked on leading up to the hill.

He offered a smile, a nod, then looked away, letting out a sigh as he raised his head again. His eyes seemed to be scanning the cities of Hell below; the hill gave a perfect view of all his people, the bustling populations giving light to the aspect that Hell was more alive than the pricks up in Heaven would ever accept.

Whilst observing all of these things, you also seemed to sense that your boyfriend was being a lot quieter than usual. He hadn't spoken since he had brought you up here to sit together. Not once. It was out of character.

"Luci?"

You spoke to break the ever-growing silence, turning your head and shifting your eyes back up to his, only to see him already staring at you. This caused you to flinch a bit in surprise. He noticed this and instantly looked ashamed, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly as he looked away from you.

"Ah- uh, sorry, darling. Just..thinking..."

He spoke almost nervously, like he was expecting something; walking on eggshells.

You looked at him sympathetically, smiling gently as you took his hand in yours.

"Babe, what's wrong? You can talk to me, y'know?" You said, gently running your thumb over his knuckles in a hopes to soothe him if possible.

He took a deep breath, your eyes trained on the steady rise and fall of his chest. There was silence for many minutes before he finally spoke.

"This is the place I fell."

You raised an eyebrow at his statement, the words taking a second to process before you realized he was talking about the cherry blossom. You looked up on instinct, taking in the swaying colors of pink and white, the wind letting them dance around freely and fall how they pleased.

"You...here? Like, fell...here? Of all places?"

You were a tad bit confused. The King of Hell, a.k.a. Lucifer, a.k.a. your boyfriend...fell in this exact spot? Fell where you were sitting right this second?

His nod was the only thing to answer you besides the delicately whistling wind.

"Well...its much nicer an area than I expected for what is to be deemed such a tragedy." You mustered an awkward smile. "Why would you bring me here?" You asked, now more curious than confused.

He looked over at you then back at his feet, bringing his knees up to his chest and wrapping his arms around them, like he was trying to shield himself from an invisible force.

"Well, ya know....I-I trust you a-and...I-I figured since, ya know, we've been together so long now...that maybe you'd wanna see the place most special to me..."

His slight stammering made a twinge of pity go through your heart but you quickly pushed it away. He didn't need pity right now. He needed support. This place had to be a bit of a touchy subject for him, considering its literally where he first landed when he was casted out from Heaven. You doubted it had many good memories attached to it.

"Most special?" You questioned. That did not make much sense in your mind.

"Yes. I feel like, in a way, my falling was another chance gifted to me. I mean, hey," He chuckled and his normal sparky attitude began shining through once again. "I'm King of Hell, am I not? I think I got a pretty good rep going." He puffed out his chest playfully, glancing over at you.

You laughed softly and leaned over to gently kiss his cheek. His already rosy cheeks amplified in color.

"That's one way to see it. I appreciate you showing me this place, Luci. You being vulnerable enough with me to tell me more about yourself and what's happened to you...I know it must be hard. This place sure is beautiful though." You smiled, looking upwards at the tree from underneath it, then back to him, a smirk replacing the smile.

"Do you think your fall is what caused it to grow with such vigor and beauty? Your fall is probably what birthed the tree, made it so beautiful and prosperous."

Lucifer blushed and waved a dismissive hand, biting his lip to fight his usual smile. This caused you to chuckle softly.

A soft, serene silence fell over the two of you. You could tell he was pondering your question just from the expression on his face. You hadn't expected him to actually try and answer it, if that's what he was planning on doing.

"...You really think so?"

His eyes were watery when he spoke again, as they turned their loyal gaze onto you. Just those words meant a lot to him and it showed, plain as day. He was rarely classified as a beautiful being. Not in Heaven and especially not by the living.

You smiled and nodded, slightly surprised by his reaction but going in full swing.

"I know so, Luci. There is no think about it. Someone with as beautiful a spirit as you is bound to spread that beauty. I have no doubt."

In the next second that followed your ceased speaking, Lucifer had flung himself on top of you. He sniffled as a few silent tears fell down his cheeks as he nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck, peppering soft kisses there. One of his hands held you close to him whilst the other carded gently through your hair, tangling the loose blossoms into the strands even further. He lifted his head to look at you, big watery eyes filled with so much affection; so much love for you it was insane.

Hellens, just the way he looked at you. Like you were the most beautiful thing he had ever yet to lay his eyes on. Like he was a dying man and you a fresh drink of water. Like the one ray of sunshine on a rainy day. Like you were a goddess.

But not just any goddess.

His.

His goddess.

One of a kind.

Your hand gently came up to sprinkle some more of the pink and white colored cherry blossoms into his pale blonde hair that you had come to love so much. Pink really was a good fit for him, you thought.

"I love you..." He whispered softly, sniffling. "So..so much. More than you'd ever be able to understand."

You smiled and let your lips meet in a gentle kiss, before parting once again so you could speak.

"I love you too, Luci. But I think you already know how much."

And it was true.

[kryannoy]

wanna cuddle the bear, the bear in question : sitetampo

genre: fluff

a/n: i'm still obsessed with him. oh! and i was playing wuwa while putting his live in the background to pretend like i'm in a discord chat with him and his friend, and it felt nice! i don't watch his live but i just wanna hear his voice. would definitely do it again <3

He looks so cuddlyyyyy

You can't help it!

Every chance you get, you'd throw yourself onto him, not caring yet caring if he gets hurt from the impact.

Then you'd nuzzle your face into his hair or his chest, arms wrapped around his waist, squeezing him tight until he groans out an "owwwww!" in pain.

You'd loosen your grip and look up at him. He has a smile, wide, until it bursts open and his chest vibrates from laughter.

Gosh, you love your life-size, realistic, huggable bear.

Sometimes you would even throw yourself onto him when he's on the bed playing video games and hug him tight, taking a big whiff of his scent before getting up, leaving him still groaning in pain, to continue the things you need to do.

When he's washing the dishes or making something and his back is empty and tempting, you'd still hug him from behind and nuzzle your face in between his shoulder blades.

He'd jump from your sudden assault but his hand finds its way to yours and gives a few thumb rubs before he continues doing what he's doing.

When he's done and you're still attached to him, he wipes his hands and turns around facing you to hug you back. He walks forward while you walk backwards. He'll make sure you don't stumble and he makes his way to the sofa and drops both of you onto the soft cushion. Still hugging, of course.

If he has the energy, he playfully wrestles you around. Because he's stronger than you, he'll manhandle you like a life-size teddy bear instead.

Let's say you wanna tease him.

When you hug him from behind and he's left vulnerable, your hands sneakily went under his shirt to feel his stomach around. Either that, or you lift his shirt just to see his cute, subtle abs. Of course both ways end up with him abruptly leaning forward—bumping you a little too hard in the process, but that's the price you get—and pulling his shirt back down while laughing.

He'll turn around and try to do the same to you so you can understand how he feels. But that ends up with him tickling you because it was ticklish when you did it.

Most of the time, he really doesn't understand why you do it—like, why you suddenly jump onto him and held him so tight he couldn't breathe just to leave him alone again :(

He kinda needs some explanation TT

[gyeomsweetgyeom]

[1:18 pm]

(cw: a child, parent!au)

a/n: art was found on Pinterest but all credit for all cuteness goes to annalaura_art on ig

Dad!Jungwoo blew his nose for what felt like the hundredth time today. The tiny trash can beside the bed had already been filled up, the bedside table covered with used cups, empty bottles of water, medicines, and wrappers. He was tired. Yes, his body felt fatigued, his eyes felt heavy, his ears were blocked, and his throat tickled if he spoke louder than a whisper, but he could handle that!

What he missed was his family. He missed cuddling you in bed, falling asleep next to you, your daughter sneaking into the bed with you both to sleep, playing with her, and spending phlegm-free time with the both of you. All the little things had gone away a day or two after his cold symptoms had become worst, on his own insistence, which he now regretted.

The bed had never felt colder, he'd never felt so lonely with his family just a few yards away. His days were passed breathing through his mouth, watching the TV in the room with droopy eyes. He drank the tea you placed on the nightstand and sipped the soups.

Today was another one of those days. Instead of your usual soft knock and sympathetic eyes, Jungwoo heard a softer knock paired with, "go ahead, baby. Be careful."

He turned to look at the door waiting to see what was coming. He felt his heart melt as his daughter walked in holding a tray that was almost heavier than she was. She took slow, cautious steps, everything on the tray shaking with every tiny shuffle she took.

Most of her tiny face was covered with a mask, tiny hands covered by plastic gloves, and she was wearing her doctor costume. He took the tray from her as she smiled behind the mask, "I made you lunch Appa! You got tea, soup, crackers, and fruit. I did it by myself!"

Jungwoo glanced up at you to see is she was right, to which you silently shook your head. There was no way you would let your 4 year old handle cutting up fruit or handle hot liquids. She cut up the fruits with a plastic knife and put the crackers on the plate.

"Wow, my love. Thank you baby," he whispered as loud as he could. She climbed up the bed, crawling over his legs and he could have cried at how much he missed her bony knees digging into his shins.

While you moved around the room and cleaned up, his daughter sat beside him and pulled her play doctor toys and began "checking his vitals." Her play stethoscope was pressed to his chest while he ate, she took the blood pressure on his wrist, checked his ears, and when he went to take a sip of the tea, she shoved a play thermometer in his mouth which made him choke.

"Happy face, you're all better! Take your medicine!" She cheered, grabbing at the pills on the tray to hold them out to Jungwoo.

He took them from her hand, popping them into his mouth one at a time, "all done, thank you Doctor Baby."

She rolled her eyes, "not a baby, Appa."

He laughed, coughing a little when the tickle returned, "oh, I'm so sorry, my big girl."

You returned to the room, watching as she scrambled off the bed in 4 year old panic, "are you feeling better yet? Your daughter is a crazier sleeper than you."

Jungwoo felt his heart melt all over again. After he'd kicked you out, you'd taken to sharing your daughter's bed with the girl who more often that not woke up hanging off the bed head first.

He held your hand, " just want to get through the night without coughing. I really don't want either of you to get sick from me."

You pat his hand, intertwining his fingers with yours as your daughter came running back. She placed a bandaid on his nose and then gave him a picture. A picture with people with long legs, small bodies and huge heads. Her writing was at the top, covered by a rainbow.

"It's for you! It says get better, Appa!" She smiled from her spot at his side.

His brows furrowed slightly as he read the writing. 'git badr aqqa' he read, "wow, my love. It's beautiful. Thank you."

"Ok, all better. Let's go play," she demanded, pulling his hand from yours to tug him to stand.

You pouted, "actually! Someone is ready for a nap, let's go Missy. Tell Appa bye and let's go."

"Play later, ok? Bye Appa." Jungwoo swears he feels his heart break a little when he's left alone again, until he realizes your daughter successfully snuck in her favorite stuffed animal again.

[wonnieluvr]

softly, won't you love me?

pairing -> grayson hawthorne x fem!reader

summary -> when you wake up alone what else can you do other than search for your boyfriend?

warnings -> toothrotting fluff :)

a/n -> idk if gray's a bit ooc but i love him :(

when you woke that morning, your hand reached out for your loving boyfriend only to find his side of the bed cold.

your hand recoiled into your warmth before you could even properly process his absence.

when the fog over your mind finally lifted you blinked harshly at the empty sheets, trying to wake yourself up enough to look for him.

reluctantly, you slipped on one of his jumpers, one you wore more than he did, considering his array of suits but it didn't bother you much when he always accepted your requests to make sure it smelt of him again.

you softly walked down the hallway of his wing, eyes on the lookout for your boyfriend's tall figure. it was early, earlier than you would have liked to be out of bed, as you held a hand to your eyes, shielding them from the bright sunlight coming in through the windows.

you opened door after door, sleepy frown deepening the longer you looked.

you wanted to go back to bed.

"gray?" your voice was croaky, sleepiness still evident as you finally reached his study. he sat at his desk, fingers typing away and entirely focused on whatever was keeping him so occupied. his eyebrows were furrowed together, a sign of his deep concentration and probably a bit of frustration too.

you pouted slightly, stepping into the room when he didn't acknowledge your presence.

"grayson" your hand slid over his shoulder, gently pushing down on the muscles in his neck, urging him to relax a little. he paused, fingers stilling and head turning your way.

"darling? what are you doing out of bed?" he allowed his eyes to slip closed for a moment, focusing on your hands tenderly massaging at his shoulders. eventually, your fingers grew tired and your hands wandered down his chest, to wrap around his shoulders.

"want you to come back to bed" you whispered into the quiet space between you, face burying in his neck. you leaned into him, laying most of your weight on his shoulders, payback for leaving you so early.

"you didn't have to get up" he clicked his tongue, scolding you playfully as his eyes watched you lovingly. "i'm coming, i promise. one more email"

"no more emails" you whined, squeezing him just a bit harder. he breathed out a laugh, gently laying his head on yours. his hands still hovered over the keyboard of his computer, mid email.

"one more, i promise" he reached up to pry your arms from his neck, turning around in his chair to face you. "come here, love"

you pouted at him, knowing he was getting his way. you debated your options though, he was too stubborn and you could sit in his lap or go back to bed without him.

bastard, you grumbled quietly as you sat yourself down, arms finding their rightful spot around his neck again, breath tickling his warm skin as you cuddled into him.

"one more" you agreed quietly, mind filled with only him and the feel of his lips pressing to your jaw, then your neck.

you were lulled back to sleep by the soft sounds of his typing again.

when you did wake up again, it was to his soft voice, calling your name. his hands gently pressed into your side, waking you with such care.

"hi, love" he cooed, a tone he saved for moments like these, when you were alone and wrapped in a blanket of comfort. "let's go back to bed now. we can stay there for as long as you want. i'm sorry for waking you"

"you should be" you pressed a finger to his cheek, pushing his face from yours as you stood, trying to hide your blushing cheeks. you crossed your arms as you waited for him to rise too.

"come on" he bit back a cheeky smile, holding his hand out to you. you chewed on your lip as you took it, fighting your own smile. you were trying to be mad at him after all. but how could you? how could you possibly be mad with him?

"i love you" as he led you down the hallway, he glanced back to murmur his endearment.

"i know. i love you too" you didn't fight the grin this time.

[maopll]

May I request Diluc, Ayato, Al-Haitham and Kaveh with an s/o that likes to snuggle up to the boys when they sleep together?

Hold me close

| genshin impact !

⌗:, a/n: two same requests? damn you guys are once again on to something but...yeah even I would shove my face up their chest. it looks comfy.

⌗:, warning: none, just men with big tits.

⌗:, pairings: diluc, ayato, zhongli, alhaitham, kaveh, & itto w/ gn!reader

DILUC

It's been a tiring day for both of you. Him attending to the winery and tavern, and you taking care of the house all while completing commisons and meeting with people who want to make business with Dawn winery. As always you returned first and because of the hectic day you really wanted to just hug your boyfriend as you would cuddle him to sleep but it looks like he will once again be late... you will wait for him just like you always do.

Once he was here it was already late with the clocks hand past midnight. "were you sleeping my love?" he said softly incase you were sleeping "no, was just waiting for you" you said sitting up straight and held your arms up for him to hug you. He came closer and wrapped his arms around him. He smelled like old oak and fresh grapes. classic diluc scent. He slid under the covers and hugged you but you really wanted to feel the warmth of your lover so you snuggled closer to his chest. It tickled him a little but it never annoyed him rather he liked it very much that you felt protected within his big arms. plus you wouldn't miss an opportunity to drift off to sleep as you are enveloped by his warmth.

AYATO

He is so busy everyday and you wished that he would come join you in bed everyday. you two barely get any time to talk about the things of today, what you planned tomorrow and other useless or useful things that will help both of you to get tired and just dift off to slumber. but today he was able to complete his paperwork early. you had closed your eyes but had it not been the shuffling of the covers, you wouldn't have noticed your lovers presence.

"ayato?.." he chuckled lightly as he saw you call his name while still in a sleep like state "did i wake you up sweetheart?...come here" he ushered you towards his chest and his big hands wrapped around your body. you snuggled into his chest and smiled softly. ahh, there's no place that feels this like home. within the arms of your darling. he smelled like expensive ink. he was probably busy with calligraphy before retiring for the night. he lightly stroked your hair and waited until he felt your breathing get steady. he kissed your forehead while whispering a soft "sweet dreams dear.."

ZHONGLI

Today was lantern rite. Although before you two started dating you would visit the liyue harbor during this day but this time you two decided to celebrate this day inside your lovely abode. As the day finally ended you two returned to your bed for the night.

The light in the wharf made its way towards your curtains and dimly illuminated the room as the sound of crackers in the far distance could be heard. he smiled as he is once again reminded of the liyue of today than of the past. Closing the blinds he joined you in bed who was waiting for him. You wriggled your way in his grasp and snuggled closer to his chest taking as much warmth as you could. You two had been dating for quite a while but he still he feels the same tickles in his stomach that he used to feel when you two first fell in love. He gave you one final kiss on the lips before he himself drifts away to dreamland. He wishes to feel like this once again the next day, once more for all etenities.

AL-HAITHAM

After a tiring day in the academiya as the acting Grand Sage he couldn't wait to greet his darling back who's back at the house waiting for him. Once he entered your shared abode he never forgets to announce that he is home "I am home albi" soon enough his senses were wrapped up by his favourite dish that you were cooking for dinner that night.

"Welcome back, dear." You went up to him and hugged him close. moments like these shared between you two were always cherished by him because of how homely he feels when he's with you rather than being surrounded by tons of different books. "I cooked you dinner come to the dinner table after you freshen up" you told him and he did so as he couldn't wait till he gets to eat his favourite dish that you made for him. After having your meal, you two stayed on the couch as he read a book and had your figure wrapped up around his other arm. You thought you would spend sole quality time with your lover but the softness if his chest really made you feel drowsy plus his constant heart beat was like a lullaby and only fueled your sleep to come even closer. After he noticed your stillness he chuckled a little and carried you to bed for a well deserved rest for the both of you

KAVEH

Trying to pay off debts, convincing alhaitham to let him stay and not get bankrupt once again takes a toll on his body. He gets tired but once he looks at the trinkets you give him with little notes like 'good work' 'keep going!' along with little heart and smilies drawn that he gets his energy back. he cannot wait to return to your shared abode and rest in your arms as your body heat envelops him.

It has already been a bit late collecting all the data for his next architecture masterpiece. You were waiting in the living room for him. Alhaitham had already gone back to bed. You usually go back to bed early but you decided to stay up sometime for your lover. "baby you're still awake!" he strided towards you and hugged you to his chest. After he cleaned and dressed up, no days goes by without you two cuddling eachother it's a must everyday. You between his chest and his face in your hair as he smiles softly while he hums a few traditional rhymes he heard from the desert people and the people living in the rainforest. They never fail to make you have the sweetest of dreams. He is truly is the light of your life.

ITTO

His chest is the best. You always tell him to lend his chest to let you have your nap or sleep or whatever. it's comfortable and warm with the rapid beating of his heart working as a radio for your ears.

After tagging along with him and cleaning up whatever crimes he committed for the day, you were tired and your legs were aching. you kept running with him as he ran from the tenryou commision. you wanted some well needed rest. however, bullchucker here had some other plans. to take you out to araumi and watch the sunset with you near the cliff like how you two always did. He told you about the plan but you were too tired to move another step today. so he princess carried you all the way from konda village to the araumi and sat near the sea watching the sunset with you. He had one arm under your leg and the other holding your back as you wrapped your arms around his neck while snuggling into his chest. This was a favourite spot for the both of you. Atleast twice a week would you two come here where there are no disturbances but with you two enjoying the summer sunset while basking in your lovers warmth.

[sh4dys]

Fluff Alphabet » Chris Sturniolo

summary: alphabetical fluffy headcanons <3

warnings: 99% fluff, tiny bit of a suggestive tone

A/N: sorry for being gone my lil shadow babies, school has been difficult for me and i found myself struggling with my mental health due to personal problems in my life, so i took a short haitus. but im back!! tryna get my posting schedule back in check, so bear with me!

A - affection (how affectionate is he?)

he’s not too affectionate in public, but he’ll definitely hold your hand or hand a hand on your waist or thigh. in private however he’s extra affectionate, holding you close, playing with your hair, having you sit in his lap.

B - beauty (how beautiful is his partner to him?)

you are THE worlds most beautiful person to him. he could never find himself even thinking someone else looks good because he’s dating the most attractive person like ever, hello?

C - cuddling (how does he react to them?/is he big spoon or little spoon?)

he loves cuddling, he’ll find basically any excuse to cuddle with you. when it comes to big spoon or little spoon it just depends on his mood. if he’s upset he’ll want you to hold him, but if he’s in a good mood he’ll hold you close to his chest.

D - domestic (does he settle down?)

definitely at some point he’d settle down with you, it would start off with smaller steps like after so long of being together you’d move in with him and his brothers—even though you practically already live with them

E - equal (is he the more domestic one in the relationship, or more passive?)

definitely more domestic, he loves the small moments you two share together. whether it’s cooking, cleaning up, or simply basking in one another presence

F - favorite (what’s his favorite thing about his partner?)

everything. but if he really had to pick, your smile. especially when it’s the small smile you do when your eyes find his in a crowded room

G - gifts (how often is he getting you gifts?/how does he react when his partner gets him one?)

he’s spending money on you 24/7, if he catches your gaze drifting onto something you want for even a SECOND longer than usual, he’s making a note to get it for you. plus he’ll steal your phone occasionally and go through your amazon wishlist/cart, sending himself some things and ordering them for you

H - hugs (how does he hug his partner?/favorite way to hug them)

bear hugs and hugs from behind. he loves feeling your body held close to his, being able to rest his chin on your head or chin, and sneaking the occasional kiss on your cheek

I - i love you (how fast does he say the L-word?)

he would probably be way to shy to say it first, waiting for you to say it to him. probably around a month or so into you relationship is when you let the word slip, and after that he is saying it as much as he can. he’ll randomly text it to you while filming videos, while you’re asleep, he’ll call you just to remind you that he loves you. once he says it, he doesn’t stop

J - jealousy (how jealous does he get?/does he show it?)

i feel like he’d only get jealous when a guy CLEARLY wants you. like if he can tell a dude is just moving by and accidentally touched you, he won’t mind that much, but if a guy is 100% doing it on purpose, he’ll step in and practically start making out with you to show you’re taken

K - kissing (how often does he kiss his partner?/what’s his favorite place to kiss them?)

every. chance. he. gets. he’ll kiss anywhere he can reach, it doesn’t matter. he loves kissing every part of you as well. if you’re laying down he’ll jump on you and kiss whatever skin he sees. if you just got out of the shower, he’ll kiss you and here it tickles, making you drop the towel so he can kiss all over your body and worship you. but if he had to pick a favorite spot, it would definitely be your lips. he just loves feeling you kiss him back

L - love confession (how would he confess his feelings for his partner?)

he would probably just blurt out a random confession while y’all are hanging out or have nick say it. you’ll be at the triplets house and he’ll say smth like “btw, i’m like in love with you” or nick will have to tell you to just date him because he’s dying without you in his life

M - marriage (would he want to get marriage?/when would he want to?)

i think he would wanna get married at least before he’s 30. after a while, let’s say 2-3 years, if he realizes you’re definitely never leaving, and he of course won’t either, he’ll make occasional jokes about marriage. eventually he’ll sit you down and genuinely discuss it, probably agreeing on a small wedding with only close family and friends, and wouldn’t broadcast it to the world

N - nicknames (what’s his go-to nickname for his partner?)

ma, baby, sweetheart. dude is classic with the nicknames

O - open (how open is he with his partner?)

extremely open. at first he might be a bit wary about certain subjects, but eventually he will tell you anything and everything in great detail. you might want him to be a bit less open after that

P - physical touch (does he enjoy it?/his favorite form on touch)

he loves it. he always has a hand somewhere on you. your own hand, shoulder, waist, thigh, anywhere he can reach. he loves when you’re cuddled into his side though, being able to wrap and arm around you and keep you close

Q -quiet (how quiet is he around his partner?)

this dude does NOT shut up. he’s louder than he is around nick and matt when he’s with you. and if you’re all hanging out? god it’s even worse. sometimes he’ll probably apologize tho and stay quiet for a while, especially if he gives you a headache

R - remember (what’s his favorite memory from the relationship?)

your first date and kiss. the cliche moment where he drops you off at home and kisses you on your doorstep, it lives in his brain like a movie scene constantly on repeat

S - support (how supportive is he of his partner’s decisions?)

extremely, depending on the decision. if you wanted to, let’s say, start youtube he would 100% support you and even help with it. but if you wanted to go live in a different country, he’d give you puppy dog eyes and say smth like “why are you leaving me :(“. other than that tho he’s the most supportive person you can find

T - try (how much effort does he put into the relationship, dates, etc?)

he’s putting so much effort into everything he can. he’ll go all out on dates, he’ll remind you of the most random anniversary dates, like 69 days or 4 1/3 months. he’s doing the most he can

U - understanding (how understanding is he of his partners feelings and boundaries?)

extremely understanding. it may take a bit of time to explain things to him, especially if he doesn’t understand what you’re talking about, but he’ll listen and respect whatever boundary you’ve set up

V - value (how much does he value the relationship?)

with his entire being. he’d rather have a tiger bite off his arm than leave you, he cannot imagine living without you

W - weird (what is one weird thing he does in the relationship?)

stealing your clothes. you steal his and wear them, so he’ll show up to your house wearing one of your shirts, making it look like a crop top. if you judge him he’ll pull the “but you’re wearing MY hoodie” card every time

X - xtra (lil personal headcanon)

i don’t think he can sleep without hearing your voice for at least 5 minutes. he’ll call you in the dead of night just so he can sleep for a good couple hours

Y - yearning (how often does he yearn for his partners affection/attention?)

24/7. if he’s been away for some time, he’ll nearly cry from missing you, and eventually beg matt to cuddle with him

Z - zzz (what are his sleep habits with you’re around?)

he’ll fall asleep on your lap within 5 minutes of hanging out with you, or he’ll stay up to listen to you ramble and yap about your day. it overall depends on what time of day you’ve chosen to hang out at imo

[semicolonsspace]

Newt smut. PLEASE I BEG OF YOU.

Yes, ma'am/sir/mx!!! Just because you asked so nicely <3

Warnings: Praise kink, heated make-out, handjob, teasing

Y/n was frustrated all day long. She was constantly getting picked on by all the boys of the gladers. She was quite Ornery. Even Gally was picking on her, sometimes even attempting to advance on her. She had enough, the next person who tried she just might become violent.

It was late at night and she and Newt sat at by the edge of the forest called Deadheads. It was her favorite place, the Gladers barely went there.

Unfortunately, Gally saw them and began walking his way toward her-Not her best friend Newt. She threw her head back in a groan at the sight of him. "Fuck off, Gally! I don't want to fight you in the circle!"

"How about fighting in a bed?" Gally asks suggestively. The Y/n stood up slowly and offered him a hand. He was shocked at first was Newt- then took her small hand into his. Then she pulled him into her knee and kicked him between the legs. "If any of you! Ask me that STUPID QUESTION again! I WILL THROW YOU IN THE MAZE MYSELF."

Newt was quick and pulled her off of Gally. As he was being held up by her he fell to the ground and gruntled, turning over to regather himself. Newt shoves his best friend into the trees away from prying eyes. He looked mad, but he wasn't mad at her. To the Gladers it looked like he was going to give her a talking to and maybe throw her into the slammer. But- he could never do that to her. He admired her too much.

The deeper they went, the calmer she got. It was just the two now. It was refreshing as she was always stuck between these walls with the wretched horny boys.

Y/n stopped and sat against a tree, out of breath from being dragged by her limping friend. "I'm sorry Newt," She cries, her voice slightly breaking. Newt sits down next to her and pulls her to his chest.

"Don't be sorry, love. That shank deserved it," He hummed. He kisses the top of her head and moves the hair out of her eyes. "I'm sorry that the boys are constantly bothering you... Tomorrow I will make a meeting for you to never be bothered again," He declared holding her tightly to his chest. He had a teasing smile on his face that Y/n adored. Y/n straddled his lap and cuddled into him. Newt thought nothing of this as they always were this affectionate.

"I appreciate you, Newt. You're the only one that I feel safe with," Y/n whispers, her voice as soft as the wind. It was a bit cold from the breeze but that just gave her more of a reason to snuggle into him.

"I appreciate you too," Newt whispers. He plants a small kiss in front of her ear and she giggles. He kissed her again and it was on her jaw. He was now laughing as he continued to kiss her.

"That tickles!"

"Good! You have to be punished!"

Y/n whimpers and tries to get away from him. Y/n was now on the ground and Newt was on top of her. He was tickling her and she was laughing loudly. She hears something and they both look at the owner. Newt sees the owner and chuckles before guiding her face to look at him with two fingers. "It's just a squirrel, love." Y/n's heart flutters and begins to hyperventilate a bit. He looked so fascinating. So Charming above her.

"Newt?" She croaks.

"Yes, dear?" Newt asks with a small smirk.

"Would you be mad at me if I asked you to kiss me?" Her voice was softer now, barely being able to be heard. But he heard her just fine. His hand now cups her face chin, "Never," he responds huskily. And then he kisses her, slowly tasting her every drop of nectar that rested in her mouth. He was entranced. He wanted to kiss her since she arrived here and was finally able to. He wanted to kiss her for an eternity. But he knew he was human and needed oxygen to survive.

He releases the kiss with a giant gasp for air. He lets her breathe for a second and goes in again. This time she moans from not expecting it. His pants become tighter, so he situates himself where his knee rests between her legs. This gains him more access to the kiss. He couldn't help but tease her, his knee pressed up against her mound. He didn't expect anything from the kiss, he just wanted to feel her lips on his. But he got more than he wanted. She flips him over, his back now against the same tree they sat against. "You're teasing me," She states the obvious. He nods and pulls her into his lap. "It's in my job requirements."

"Oh, yeah?" She purrs and points to his hard-on. "Is this in there as well?"

Newt flushes and looks away at a twig on the ground. "It's not my fault; It's a bodily function that I do not control, love."

Moments go by, Staring into each other's eyes. "I know I said that I would throw someone in the maze if they asked me that question but you haven't asked yet." Her voice was everything but innocent. It was filled with desire, luring him in like a magnet.

"Do you want me to ask you?" He asks daringly.

"If you don't, I will."

Then Newt kisses her again; He groans the second his tongue enters her mouth. His hands roam her body, exploring it like he was a scavenger in a jungle. His hands Memorize her curves, wanting to be engraved in his brain forever. So that way W.C.K.D can never take it away.

She takes off her shirt, her lips leaving him temporarily. Now, Newt memorizes her skin, the texture of her torso, the scars, freckles, and moles. It burns into his brain. Then he only kisses her with more need. Her hand reaches down to his trousers and palms him slightly. "You're going to kill me if you keep touching it like that," Newt murmurs. Y/n says nothing and silently begs him to take his shirt off by tugging on the hem. He takes it off with one hand swiftly. Her hands roam his chest, admiring how he looked. She also wanted to remember every detail, every perfection, and imperfections that littered his body. "Stop staring," He mumbles. She kisses his chest, "Never." She licks the spot she kisses, sucking on it as she looks up at him with innocent eyes. His chest was moving quickly. He pets her hair, smiling almost like he is exhausted. His eyes were hooded with lust as he stared at her marking his chest.

Subsequently, some clothes were removed as they kissed and felt each other. Their breaths were so heavy; The kiss was too. The kiss was so long that they had to stop for air numerous times. Newt couldn't keep his slender fingers off of her. He was so enamored by how alluring she looked. She was like a siren and he was the pirate amongst the beating sea waters; except at this point she was the seawater, she felt like it anyway.

"Newt... Please," Y/n whimpers. Her hands were above her head, pinned to the soft dirt ground. His calloused lanky hands had pinned them, his body grinding against each other like desperate animals.

"Patience, dear... Wanna take my time with you," he responds with a crass, rough voice. He plants kisses under her ear, trailing down to her clavicle. Her beady eyes flutter at him doing so, never having felt such wonderful pleasure. She let out a satisfied moan, making him respond with a deep chuckle.

"Just wait until we continue."

Y/n's hands find his hips, his stomach, and then down to his member. He shudders when her soft small hands toy with with his red tip. "How is this on waiting?" Y/n purrs bawdily. His mouth falls open and he nods. Her stomach fills with butterflies, feeling like they were riding on roller coasters.

"Oh, don't stop," Newt moans with urgency. Y/n smiled innocently at him, assuring she wasn't going to. Her hand twists on him slowly, massaging the sensitive head as she gives him direct eye contact. His hood eyes trained on hers, fluttering to stay open as it felt too phenomenal.

"You look so handsome," Y/n praises in an attempt to tease him. He groans lowly, "Shut up... I'm so close-" Then Y/n speeds up, wanting him to feel that sweet relief. She also wanted to feel that release splatter all over her stomach. "My handsome boy," she murmurs as her free hand tickles his bicep that is holding his body up. Then she feels warmth on her abdomen, concurrently as he whispers her name repeatedly with a high-pitch moan.

(All alright I'm sorry if this is short, but I've been stuck on how to continue this for a while so here is this... Let me know if you think of anything specific and I'll try to write it// or add it to this)

[thatstonedwriter]

Cuddling with...

Blitzø

◉ A/n- I'm stoned and in my feelings so you what that means. A New headcanon set ofc. Anyways, enjoy some mushy bullshit. Haven't proofread this, hopefully it's okay

◉ Content; romantic relationships, fluff, suggestive themes, gender neutral reader

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Intimacy and vulnerability aren't really Blitzø's strong suits, but being with you breaks down his walls. Once he's comfortable with you, he's super clingy and wants to be in contact with you as much as possible.

Blitzø switches between being big or little spoon. While he doesn't usually care either way, there are some times he'll have a preference. If Blitzø is feeling vulnerable or scared, he'll want to be held. For example, after the events in the Truth Seekers episode, I think Blitzø would probably need someone to keep him grounded.

There are other times though, when Blitzø needs to know he can protect you. Too often, the people he loves are put in danger, and if you happen to work with I.M.P, you're put in dangerous situations damn near every day. On the days where you're all rattled from close calls and serious injuries, Blitzø holds you for hours. He'll have his arms around your waist, tail wrapped around one of your legs and his head rested against your back or on your shoulder (depending on how you're positioned).

Be warned, once Blitzø is comfortable, he's impossible to move. So go to the bathroom, have your water and snacks nearby, keep your phone in arm's reach, because you're not gonna be moving for a while. If you do try to get up or free yourself from his grasp, Blitzø will just hold on tighter and yell at you. He's not above biting you either. He'll put up a fight, but will let you go.. Eventually.

Blitzø makes sure cuddle sessions last as long as possible. His favorite thing to do while laying with you is watching shitty movies and making out. More often than not, Blitzø will end up starting tickle fights and playful teasing matches which may also result in making out.

Blitzø never thought he'd be able to enjoy this kind of intimacy, and despite his flippant attitude, he's terrified of losing you. He knows he doesn't always tell you how much you mean to him, so Blitzø makes it up by showering you with physical affection. For now, he hopes it can be enough.

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