#ANYWAY FOR WHEN YOU WAKE UP. GOOD MORNING. SMOOCH

[creacherkeeper]

grey: 22, 42, 54 and 60. maxwell: 9, 14, 20, 36 and 59. roo & hawk: 15 and 36 :p. brandi & sarah: 41, 45 and 51. cat: 55, 58 and 59 (sorry not sorry <33)

NORMAL AMOUNT OF QUESTIONS. I LOVE YOU

under the cut for obvious reasons

grey:

22. What kind of person would they never side with?

anyone who would put a child in harms way, or more than that, wouldnt prioritize protecting children in general

42. Is there something your character isn’t very good at, but enjoys doing nonetheless?

i think he messes around with woodcarving / whittling. he's proficient in a lot of tools but that is not one of them, but i think he's practicing. he just likes working with something organic since its so different from working with metal

54. What is something they currently look forward to? What is something they dread?

i dont think there is an answer to either of these tbh ,,,, grey is kind of just. existing. right now. and doing what he's told to do. he was taken away from the mission he was created for and taken away from his little girl. i dont think he knows why he's been left operational

60. Who do they go to when they need to bounce ideas off of someone?

i think marniss!! he's not comfortable talking to a lot of people since he does Understand people very well but he knows she's not gonna bullshit him about anything and will say what she really thinks

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maxwell:

9. What is their favorite scent?

freshly welded metal

14. Does your character value promises? Are they good at keeping them?

he does!!! he very much values promises and for that reason doesnt make a lot of them. he's simply. so adhd and such a blabbermouth so he doesn't want to make a promise he wont / cant keep

20. Can your character flirt? Are they aware they’re flirting? How do they do it?

he absolutely cannot flirt. he thinks he's flirting. he's actually just hot and extremely blunt. he thinks he has soooo much game

36. What makes them blush?

people being really earnest. or really mean.

59. What’s something your character has realized?

that the world isnt as easy to navigate as he wants it to be. both physically and emotionally

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roo & hawk:

15. Describe their ideal date.

roo: letting him infodump and adding to his knowledge. he does not care what else on the date happens besides that

hawk: answered already but, beers and [bleeped]

36. What makes them blush?

roo: people genuinely paying attention to him. it doesnt even have to be romantic, just like. earnest attention

hawk: only in the bedroom

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brandi & sarah:

41. What’s a texture/sound your character cannot stand?

brandi: she doesnt like thunderstorms :(

sarah: i dont think she has any texture sensitivities i think she truly just loves a texture but i think screechy/squeaky kind of sounds really get to her. like if someones cart has a squeaky wheel she's like fix it or i'll attack and maim you

45. What would they never forgive themselves for?

brandi: he doesn't have many people he truly cares about on a personal level, but if she hurt one of them in a way she couldn't make up for, that would really eat at him. she doesn't like upsetting people in general, it makes her skittish

sarah: if divine or hawk Actually got hurt (in a way that couldnt be easily repaired) doing something that she didnt take seriously. she doesn't really have a sense of danger or consequence so if she was suddenly faced with that i dont think she would take it well

51. What makes them a hypocrite?

brandi: that she spends so much of her time solving other people's problems but refuses to address any of her own

sarah: that she tells other people to talk through their problems but refuses to address any of her own

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cat:

55. How has your character’s mental health been recently?

ough. i mean? better than it has been? she's finally in a safe situation but it's still Very New and there's a lot of trauma from a lot of years still bubbling under the surface. i think once she finally accepts she's Fully Safe everything is gonna hit her Hard but right now she's kind of. just feeling everything out

58. What’s a habit that needs to be broken?

assuming she can't trust people or that kindness will eventually be taken away

59. What’s something your character has realized?

that assuming the worst of good people is just as unfair to them as it is to her

#QUESTION CHOICES. INSANE. #ANYWAY FOR WHEN YOU WAKE UP. GOOD MORNING. SMOOCH #grey tag #maxwell tag #lost township #hawk losttownship #sarah losttownship #brandi losttownship #cat losttownship

[kuromiiy]

two is better than one

.pairing. foxhybrid!wooyoung x reader x cathybrid!san

.warnings. smut, fingering, pussy eating, blowjob, breeding, spanking, toys, threesome, humping, cum

.synopsis. your life with your two loves.

.tags. smut, fluff, hybrids, polyamory

first of all, both of them acquire your unwavering attention

if they don’t, they’ll form an alliance (like always) and act like they’re dying from heavy neglect

always so dramatic i swear

especially woo, both in fox or hybrid form he’ll lie on his back, paws up and all, acting like he got shot and acts as if he’s dead

the first time he did this you almost had a heart stroke

sannie will pout and get all teary eyed at you

it always works and he knows that very well

anyways, they have soooo much love to give so they need the love they give back

only makes sense to them

they will follow you anywhere, back then when you adopted them it was cute but now…

even when you need to use the bathroom, one will sit on the sink and the other will lean on the door

chatting as if it’s completely normal

hate when you leave without them!!

but hate it even more when you take one of them and the other has to stay at home, the jealousy is real

like, one time you had to take san to the vet and you figured it would be better if woo would stay at home

woo didn’t understand that tho so he accused you, that you rather go out with sannie than him

as if you never go out with him smh so you took him with you

end of story, the vet suggested to take a look at woo too and best believe he never utters a word anymore when he has to stay at home lmao

so back to jealousy

normally both of them aint jealous at all, they always share and willingly too but sometimes

sometimes they (read san) get jealous over the smallest shit

wooyoung got a new toy cause he destroyed his fave one? sans jealous af he wants a new toy too! not fair

but you always try to treat both the same, get them the same stuff etc so it doesn’t really happen often

san and woo love to shift and play

they will chase each other around the whole house and play hide and seek

so adorable to watch, except they really don’t give a damn about their surroundings

it took you 5 new vases to finally set some ground rules

woo builds nests with your clothes and blankies and its so cute to see him roll around in them

and at the beginning he let no one in, not even san, who would beg on his knees

so the day he grabbed you both and dragged you into his precious nest was so overwhelming

you cried a little tbh

since then you also love to lie in there and chill

you might not know but it makes woo so happy to see you in his nest voluntarily he could move trees

cuddling is a must. everyday, same time, for 1:30h

if out of whatever reason its not doable they will sulk and whine about it for WEEKS

will scent you every 30mins too its just necessary. yeah, thats the whole explanation

but you love the feeling for them curling in your arms, faces in your neck and the purrs

THE PURRS

sannie purrs very very steady and loud

sometimes he starts just from looking at you

he loves you that much!!

woo also purrs but its more subtle but its there

so whenever y’all lie together there will be purrs for days

woo also squeaks when hes happy or excited

both are pretty possessive

so when you have people over, they’ll both try and sit on your lap and kiss and scent your neck like crazy

your friends told you it looks really funny

as mentioned they’ll go against you often so expect to be hugged by woo so tight you can’t move, while sannie literally attacks you with smooches and kisses

apropos kisses

they’ll line up to get their goodbye kisses, hello kisses, good night and good morning kisses

they take this very serious

mature content

very very high sex drive

both of them

everyday when you wake up, you feel something hard against your ass

sometimes they’ll wake you up with humping against you

morning sex basically isn’t negotiable as they need relief to start the day in a good mood

you love to suck their cocks buttt

your pleasure is the most important thing especially for san

will never cum before you and wooyoung

good luck getting him to move from between your legs

very very good at eating pussy and he’s so enthusiastic about it too

will purr because you taste so good

he always doms too, no matter for who

he likes to get his rim eaten but would actually hiss if someone would try to put a finger in there

he cums a lot, like A LOT

to the point where the whole bed is straight up wet

thick cum too and he loves to cum on your and woo’s face

he’s so sexy while cumming too, groans loudly and pants like a dog (don’t let him hear that)

always includes woo too, for example

he’s fucking you into the mattress, his left hand draws steady circles on your clit and his right hand fingers wooyoung open

will mark you two but only sometimes cause he’s too busy yk?

loves to praise you and woo

“god, aren’t you my good girl?”

“fuck woo, such a sweet hole, all mine”

“i love you both so much, fuck, gonna stuff you full. both nice and bred”

wooyoung on the other hand is very subby, a bratty sub but never too extreme

loves to get fucked by the both of you

will literally cum at the sight of your sweet cunt hovering over his cock and sannies huge dick on his entrance

he’s extremely loud in bed, always whines and moans, if you’re hitting his sweet spot he’ll straight up scream your name

loves to use toys and get spanked on his juicy ass

he’s pretty possessive of both of you so he marks you up to the point it hurts when breathing

will bite a lot and hard

you and san always end up looking like an wild animal attack you

such a huge tease, will present and shake his ass to get what he wants

so basically whenever you come back from who knows where, you’re greeted with panting, moaning and skin slapping

he’s got a filthy mouth

“aaahg sannie! fuck me harder, love your huge cock”

“i wanna have your kittens so bad”

“please, yn, faster! wanna cum in my pussy so bad”

longest yall fucked were almost 2:30h

you and woo passed out and san literally couldn’t get hard for 2 days lmao

you and woo love to dress up to surprise sannie

like you wore a sexy red lace set and woo wore a slutty bralette with a waay too short skirt with knee highs

san almost collapsed but made sure both of you couldn’t walk straight anymore

#ateez smut #ateez imagines #ateez drabbles #ateez headcanons #ateez scenarios #ateez x reader #wooyoung x reader #san x reader #wooyoung x san #wooyoung x reader x san #woosan x reader #hybrid’wooyoung #hybrid!san #fox!wooyoung #cat!san #hongjoong x reader #seonghwa x reader #mingi x reader #yunho x reader #jongho x reader #yeosang x reader #polyamory #ateez poly #woosan #dom!san #sub!wooyoung #kuros work

[vsvillain]

✩ anything for you — m.sk

pairing. sakura (le sserafim) x fem reader

summary. sakura has always been good at hiding her feelings, meaning you have absolutely no idea that she's been pathetically in love with you since high school, and she intends for it to stay that way. but it's getting harder and harder to hide how she feels, especially since you started living in her house.

info. non idol au, best friends to lovers, businesswoman sakura, down bad pining, like 1 random mention of yunjin at the end 👍 overall disgusting fluff ew

warnings. swearing, reader was stuck in a toxic relationship with a Man (not described in detail), brief mentions of overworking

word count. 2.4k

(a/n) this is the grossest fluffiest thing i have ever written so far . i need to write about car chases next

you wake up alone in a bed that isn't yours, pale morning sunlight shining softly through the curtains in an unfamiliar room, and it takes you a second to figure out where the hell you are before the memories of the previous night come crashing back down.

"ugh," you grumble, rolling around and pressing your face into the pillow. sakura's pillow. her expensive perfume lingers faintly, and you breathe in the familiar scent a few times to ground you before rolling out of bed and dragging yourself up to your feet. the thought of sleeping in longer is tempting, but you refuse to let yourself wallow for too long over your now ex-boyfriend—you're the one who ended it with him last night, after all. you don't want to waste any more time thinking about him.

after getting cleaned up in sakura's bathroom (she left out an extra toothbrush and towel for you, and you have to smile at her thoughtfulness) and putting on one of her sweaters, you pad down the hall and poke your head into her office. "kkura?"

your best friend glances up from her desk, face softening when she sees you. "good morning," she says with an affectionate smile, standing up and letting you wrap her in a hug. "did you sleep well?"

"yep. you?" you notice how she's holding herself more stiffly than usual, and you frown at her when you pull away. "i told you not to sleep on the couch! you should've just shared the bed with me."

sakura laughs self-consciously, blushing and looking away. "you were tired, i didn't want to make you uncomfortable." she takes another look at you, and her eyes light up. "is that my sweater?"

"huh? oh, yeah." you pull the sleeves over your hands and playfully flap them in her face. "why, do you want it back?"

"you look cute in it, so i suppose i can excuse the blatant thievery," sakura responds, the words leaving her mouth before she can even think about it. get a grip, she thinks frantically, hoping that her stupid infatuation with you isn't showing on her face. "anyway. um, do you want breakfast? i left a plate for you downstairs."

"you're so sweet." you lean in and kiss her on the cheek, unaware of the way it makes her heart jump. "did you already eat?"

"i did, i got up a few hours ago." sakura nods back towards her computer. "lots of paperwork to go through, so…"

"hey, what did i tell you about working too hard on weekends?" you try to look stern, poking a finger in her face. "i'm forcing you to take more breaks from now on, you're going to regret letting me stay with you."

sakura just laughs, leaning back. "i could never regret it," she says fondly, and immediately regrets saying that when your face lights up with an insufferably smug smirk. "i mean—"

"awww," you coo, throwing your arms around her and pressing an obnoxiously loud smooch on her cheek. "you are totally obsessed with me."

"i am not—" sakura flushes, trying to hold back an embarrassed smile as she struggles halfheartedly against your grip. "go eat the breakfast i made for you before it gets cold, you idiot."

you laugh and let her go, prancing out of her office and downstairs to the kitchen—all the while blissfully oblivious to how painfully fast sakura's heart is pounding.

she falls back into her office chair, putting her hands on her chest and sighing like a lovesick schoolgirl. i am so pathetic.

later that night, after a takeout dinner, you manage somehow to drag sakura out of her office for a much-needed break. the two of you are wandering around in a quiet park, and the cool autumn night air makes you shiver a little.

sakura glances over at you, noticing you shivering. "are you cold?" her tone turns scolding, and she nudges your arm. "i told you to bring a jacket."

"c-cold? of course not," you chatter unconvincingly. there's no way you're going to admit you're cold and face the full brunt of her "i-told-you-so" look. "i'm n-not cold at all."

sakura sighs. "oh, come here." she takes off her leather jacket and drapes it around you before you can even begin to protest, mumbling to herself in exasperation as she focuses on bundling you up. "hmph, you never listen to me… one of these days you're going to freeze to death, i swear. i don't know why i even try…"

you have to smile at the cute frown on her face as she frets over you. when she steps back, satisfied with her work, you give her a little kiss on the cheek. "thank you, kkura. you know you're really cute when you get all fussy like that?"

her face is extremely red when you pull away. "no i'm not."

"yes you are—" you gasp, delighted. "are you blushing?"

"no!" she squeaks, turning her face in the other direction. "that's just—the cold!"

"oh please, it's not that cold." you press closer to her side with a smirk. "you're blushing because of me."

"clearly it's cold enough to make you shiver like a chihuahua," sakura insists, still blushing. that was a friendly kiss, she convinces herself. she's my friend. we're being… friendly.

right, because wanting to grab you and kiss the stupid smirk off your face is definitely a 100% friendly urge.

"whatever you say." you sigh dramatically, breaking her out of her not-so-friendly thoughts. "hey, let's head back. it's getting late."

"alright," says sakura, relieved. she doesn't know how much more of your teasing she can handle until she melts into a puddle on the ground. "do you still feel cold?"

"no, your jacket is really warm. but…" you take her hand as you start walking home, tucking it into your pocket and interlacing your fingers. "i wouldn't want you to get cold without it~"

sakura's blush returns full-force, but thankfully you spare her from further teasing. a comfortable silence settles over the two of you as you continue walking home, and you realize, not for the first time, how happy you feel with her. you never felt this way with your ex-boyfriend, not even once… in fact, just thinking about the way he treated you makes you frown.

"you're quiet." sakura gently squeezes your hand. "what are you thinking about?"

you shrug. "i don't know, just… happy that i'm not with him anymore, i guess."

"he never deserved you," says sakura, squeezing your hand again and smiling softly when you look at her. it's a far cry from her usual expressionless businesswoman face, and you take satisfaction in knowing you're one of the few people with the privilege of seeing her smile like this.

"you deserve nice things, you know?" she continues as you walk along the sidewalk. "things that make you happy."

it just slips out. "you make me happy."

sakura blushes, caught off-guard. "w-well, you have me," she says, a little awkwardly as she tries to sound lighthearted. "you've always had me…"

you beam at her, unaware of the longing undertones in her voice. "i know."

"you're so pretty when you smile," sakura mumbles, almost to herself—but you hear it.

"what was that?" your smile turns into a smirk, seizing the opportunity to tease her a little more. "you think i'm pretty?"

sakura just looks at you, which wasn't the reaction you were expecting, and says without any hesitation, "yes."

"oh." suddenly it feels like you're dying. all the heat in your body rushes directly to your face so quickly that you feel lightheaded. you clear your throat, floundering for words. oh my god, am i dying? "hm. that's—mm."

sakura glances at you curiously, but thankfully doesn't say anything. the rest of the walk home—you've already started thinking of sakura's place as home—is spent more or less in silence, and you're left feeling like something has shifted in your relationship without you knowing exactly what it is.

the days pass, and you manage to get rid of any lingering feelings you still have for your ex. work starts back up, and your life almost completely returns to normal.

except you're still living with sakura. she never says anything about it, and neither do you. clearly she doesn't mind having you here. you think she's secretly grateful for the company, since she's so used to being alone in her big empty house all the time.

every time you sit down to start looking up places to move, sakura calls for you to come taste-test something she made, or to get your opinion on a new suit she got, and you tell yourself you'll just keep looking later. then you proceed to forget all about it until the cycle starts again.

one morning, you wake up in sakura's guest room—your room, now—and squint against the bright morning sunshine coming in through the windows. you and sakura had stayed up late watching movies and playing video games the previous night, and you vaguely recall her having to half-drag, half-carry your sleepy self upstairs and tuck you in.

you start to sit up, but you're immediately pulled back onto the bed with a surprised "oof". you look down to see an arm wrapped securely around your waist, and you glance behind you in confusion to find sakura sound asleep while snuggled against your back.

you cover your face in embarrassment as the rest of the memory returns to you. stay with me, you had implored her while latched onto her side like a koala. somehow your positions had reversed while you slept, and now she shows no signs of letting go.

"kkura?" you whisper, taking her hand and giving it a soft squeeze.

"mm," sakura mumbles, eyes still shut. and suddenly you're extremely glad that you're turned away from her, because the realization must be showing all over your face.

you… are in love with her.

it's such a sudden thought that it actually makes you say "what the fuck" out loud, and she stirs from behind you. "hm…?"

"n-nothing!" you yelp in a strained voice, heart pounding. "go back to sleep."

sakura shifts closer and lets out a cute little yawn, which does not at all help your current flustered state. "good morning… everything alright?"

"yeah, i'm fine," you say quickly, trying to think of how you can change the subject. "um, thanks for carrying me up here last night… and staying with me…"

"of course." sakura seems to notice how tense you've gotten and pulls away to sit up, much to your dismay. "no need to thank me, you know i'd do anything for you."

"oh, anything?" you roll over to face her and immediately regret it. she's smiling back at you, and something about the look on her face makes you wonder if it might be possible that… whatever you're feeling, she's feeling it too.

"yes, anything." sakura's smile is soft and unguarded, and it makes you want to do something stupid.

driven by instinct, you take her hand and pull her down to lie next to you so the two of you are face-to-face. "sakura… anything, really?" were her lips always this pretty?

sakura meets your eyes, lips parting slightly as she catches on to the implications of your question. "anything."

you're not sure who made the first move, but the next thing you know, her hands are cradling your face and you're kissing. and it's not some big explosion of feelings, like you thought it would be. if anything it feels warm and natural, like coming home after a long day.

sakura's eyes flutter open when you have to break the kiss for air. "am i still dreaming?" she mumbles, blinking at you and gently touching your cheek like she's making sure you're real.

"i love you." the words leave your mouth before you can even think, and you cover your face. "i mean—um, i like—no, wait, i—uh—i just—"

"i love you too." sakura cuts off your nervous rambling with another one of those smiles that could bring world peace, looking down shyly at your intertwined hands. "i've wanted to do that for a long time."

"we should get married," you say, because apparently you just have no filter at all this morning. "or, um. maybe we should date first."

sakura laughs, leaning in to kiss your cheek. "that sounds like a good plan to me."

"i mean, we're practically dating already." you feel like your soul is happily floating in the clouds right now, but then you sit up in alarm. "wait, don't you have to go to work now? it's already 9."

sakura shrugs, running a hand through her hair. "i called last night to tell them i'm using one of my vacation days today. i, uh…" she looks away, blushing. "i wanted to stay in with you…"

"awww, you're taking the day off for me?" you gasp dramatically, tackling her in a hug. "the most serious workaholic in the city is skipping work for me?"

sakura yelps in surprise when you knock her back into the mattress, and she sighs in exasperation as she halfheartedly struggles against your grip. "so what if i want to spend time with you," she complains, still blushing. "you know i—i love you."

you giggle and press your lips to hers in another kiss, but then something else occurs to you. "wait a second." you pull back and give her a bombastic side eye. "how long?"

sakura smiles sheepishly, knowing what you mean without you having to say it. "a long time."

"since college?"

"since high school."

you hit her in the shoulder. "sakura!"

"what?" she protests, ducking away with a laugh. "what about it?"

"you've been in love with me this whole time and you never said anything?" you scold lightly, propping yourself up on the bed and crossing your arms. "i can't believe you."

the way she's looking at you right now, her whole face practically glowing with love, makes you feel like your heart might just explode in your chest. "i'm saying it now," says sakura, sitting up as well and giving you a cheeky grin that doesn't match the fondness in her voice. "i love you."

"i love you too," you mumble, heat rushing to your cheeks. then something else occurs to you, and you grin. "hey, you haven't even taken me out on a date yet and you've already got me in your bed. who knew you had so much rizz~?"

"you need to stop hanging out with yunjin," she says, an unimpressed look on her face. "come over here and kiss me again."

"wow, so bossy…" you pretend to swoon, and then you let her pull you onto her lap so she can shut you up with a kiss.

#🧛🏻‍♀️ — robin.writes #le sserafim #le sserafim x reader #sakura x reader #sakura #miyawaki sakura #sakura imagines #miyawaki sakura x reader #female reader #kpop imagines #kpop x reader #le sserafim imagines #Wow this is all over the place 😔👍 probably because i started it LAST YEAR....

[rachalog]

chan’s guide to loving you

a/n: jules makes a return to writing after SEVERAL YEARS!!! i haven’t done this in a hot minute so bear with me here…thank u to @cbini for encouraging me to do this!! i kinda whipped this up to throw myself into writing so i wouldn’t overthink!! hopefully more thought out stuff follows LOL

warnings: none. just self indulgence and an insane amount of fluff that isn’t entirely proofread or edited…

1. late night walks

chris sometimes hates that the only time he’s able to go out with you is late at night. whether it be a busy day full of schedules, performances, practices, and studio grinding or even just the fear of being caught in public by fans or dispatch; the risk was always too high and not worth it for him. you never minded, you weren’t super keen on getting swarmed on the internet for dating bang chan of stray kids. especially not when you didn’t see him like that. on the occasions you would go out at 1 or 2 am to take a walk and bask in each other’s presence, he was just chris. chris, your boyfriend. chris, the man you loved and who loved you back. chris, the guy who couldn’t go two seconds without wanting to hold your hand. who would never let you walk on the side of the sidewalk closest to the street. who would buy you any treats you asked for from the convenience store down the street from the dorms. who thought the chilly weather at night meant he could blame the redness on his cheeks and ears on the breeze, so you wouldn’t know just how shy you made him. (you knew, you just liked to let him think you didn’t.) the empty sidewalks and streets meant you could take pictures of him and the people who followed him on instagram always assumed one of the boys took them, not knowing it was actually you. but it was okay, because they would never get to see the pictures you chose to keep for yourself. you never asked him to take any of you, but he always did anyway when he thought you weren’t looking. one of you laughing at stupid joke he made, one of you pointing at the moon. (you pretend you still don’t know even when you find out a couple days later after you see his new lockscreen.)

2. sneaking kisses

you love the rest of the boys, you really do. you just never imagined that agreeing to a date with chris would lead to you becoming a co-parent to 7 grown men. not that you were entirely complaining. because while you thought it was silly that chris would often have to drag you into hidden corners or into rooms just to sneak a smooch off your lips to avoid endless teasing, you secretly liked the thrill of sneaking a peck in the entryway and it turning into a mini makeout session by the coat rack. that is, until seungmin gets sent out by minho to pick up something from the mini-mart for dinner and he catches you red-handed. he’ll feign disgust by gagging at you guys and yelling out for you to “get a room!”, but he’ll be damned if you or, god forbid chris, knows that he smiles to himself when he closes the front door because he’s glad that his leader has found someone to love that loves him back just as much. and who has to know if you guys giggle and laugh against each other’s lips after the door closes and you calm down from the slight embarrassment of getting caught? seungmin won’t be back for another 15 minutes, and the others sure won’t be coming over to the entryway after he announced your actions to the rest of the dorm. (when seungmin comes back arms full of groceries, he’s actually disgusted this time that you guys are STILL at it.)

3. “i miss you.”

the longer you guys are together, the easier weeks and months away from each other while chris is on tour become. but never fully. there are always mornings where you wake up rolling onto his empty side of the bed hoping to bump into his broad frame, just to remember that your furnace of a boyfriend is on the other side of the world. and there are always nights where chris, who already struggles with falling asleep on a good day, lays in his bed at night wishing he had you to hold and wonders how he has ever been able to fall asleep without you by his side. but the ache in your heart eases a little in the mornings when you check your phone and see 9 texts:

Hey

Wyd haha

Oh its 7am there huh

Sorry lol

I was busy all day long…

Busy thinking about you hahaha

That was cheesy yeah?

Are you thinking of me~?

I miss you

and who are you to leave him on read? because while your day may just be getting started, you know that your voice on a video call is better than nothing for him, and you’ll stay on until you hear his soft snores. (that is, if you can consider snores that sometimes rock the haphazard stand his phone is set up on “soft”.)

#bang chan x reader #skz x reader #stray kids x reader #jules writes: chan

[garricks4thwingqueen]

A.M. Smooches - Garrick Tavis

Prompt:   Smooching them all over the face, because that’s the only thing that gets them to wake up. 

*Here’s a small work for my first post into the fanfic world! I asked my amazing friend Katee a.k.a @velvetlilacsdaisies for a random prompt the other day. This is what I came up with for Garrick Tavis from Fourth Wing. Feedback is appreciated especially since this is my first fanfic post. *

  You smiled waking up on the couch in the living room of Riorson house. Your long term boyfriend Garrick Tavis, still asleep on your chest. Being Xaden Riorson's younger sister wasn't easy but Garrick had always made it bearable even with him being Xaden's best friend. 

    It was the end of your first year at Basgiath and the start of Xaden and Garrick’s fourth, which would mean you'd soon be separated again. But for now it was a welcomed reward waking up in your childhood living room in Aretia. As always when your group (Xaden, Garrick, Imogen and Sloane) feel asleep like this in the main room you were always the first to wake. You took in the difference of your group Liam now gone, and Violet Sorrengail surprisingly added to the mix. You still weren't sure how she fit in besides the soul fact she was bonded to your brother till death do them apart now.  “You better start kissing him so he wakes up. wouldn't want the other 100 cadets to see how soft he gets for you.” Xaden teased waking up. 

   “Oh shut up.” You giggled and grabbed the nearest pillow and chucked it at your brother. “Hey. Watch it y/n!” Xad chuckled. “Never.” You smirked and looked down at a still sleeping Garrick. Sometimes what Xaden had said was true Garrick didn't wake up until you started smooching all over his face and you did. You had placed several smooches on his face before going to his lips which finally woke Him up.

  You giggled at his grumbles as he stirred and whispered a “Good morning my little one.” Garrick said through a raspy voice and started to return your smooches all over your face. “Careful Gare Bear my brother doesn't want the other cadets To see how soft you get for his little sister. “Eww I don't want to see it either. Don't you two have a room?” “Good Morning, Immi.” I smirked at my best friend. “Fuck off.” She groaned. “Oh Imogen forever our morning person.” You snickered toward your friend. “Maybe Imogen is right.” “What do you mean my sexy Gary?” You smirk knowing fairly well that your boyfriend only allowed that nickname in the bedroom. “I mean that we could have properly woken each other up then.” Garrick smirked, kissing your lips.  “Eww gross that's my sister Tavis.” Xaden mocked “Plus time for all you lazy asses to get up anyways. Rebel meeting in 15.” “Xad It's not ev-.” “Don't bother my love, it's not worth it and you know it.” Gare smirked peppering kisses all over your face and down your neck as he picked you up and finally carried you to your room if only to get ready for the day.

#fourth wing fanfic #garrick tavis #xaden riorson #garrick tavis x reader

[madnessreruns]

Karl Heisenberg fluff headcanons pls

Karl Heisenberg Fluff HCs

Note: weeee first thing for my stinky stinky metal man!!

Requests: Closed

Warnings: Canon typical violence, it gets a bit suggestive but not really, playful and non-sexual nudity

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I’ve been really excited to write this one for awhile now :)

Anyways starting off our beloved gross little man is as said, gross. He smells, he doesn’t not smell good, he probably smells like gasoline and his own stench after he doesn’t shower for several days straight.

So please get him to bathe. Run a shower for him, run a bath for him, hell go throw him in a REALLY clean lake. You might even have to wash him yourself, or persuade him to wash up by getting in yourself first.

Speaking of bathing, he loves it when you brush and wash his hair. He loves to feel for hands scrunching around back there while he lays on his back, his body slightly elevated as he lays back on you.

Again please indulge him in this. He needs to wash his hair. Honestly he probably has like lice and flees.

He will also wash you if you ask him. Maybe he just likes running his hands over your body. You have to fend him off, or this won’t stay fluffy hcs

He loves to be kissed. Just end of story. The tender feeling of you pressing a kiss to his forehead, or the feverish and needy feeling of you desperately making out with him with be feeling unrivaled by any standard. He just, he just loves it.

His favorites are when you do it absent minded-ly . When you wake up in the morning and your instant reflex is to give him a good morning kiss. When you make breakfast and you deliver the meal with a kiss to the top of his head. When you get out of the shower, still slightly wet, and you give him a soft, sweet shoulder kiss.

When he gets ready to leave for a meeting, and you bring him into a passionate make out before he leaves. When he gets home and you jump on him in excitement, covering his face in smooches. When you sit down behind him on the couch, squished up against the couch and his body, and you press a gentle kiss to his neck, before “viciously” attacking his neck with littles bites and licks. When you go to sleep, and you give him a soft kiss on the cheek before closing your eyes, drifting off into dreamland

Those are the moments he dies for. Those loving, telling moments between you two.

SPEAKING OF DYING FOR STUFF. People will die for you. Literally. He is very very very protective and proud of you. Once everyone knows about you he’ll parade you through town, sitting on his shoulder. He goes to different stores to buy stuff, excitedly having you by his side.

He noticed every little thing people do towards you. Every snide comment, every side eye, ever gaze up and down you body. When it gets to much he makes a demonstration.

I don’t wanna get to violent, but they definitely don’t come out alive, on the off chance they do, they come out with several fingers and limbs missing.

Okay back to fluff

He loves cuddling, he loves to be snuggled, he loves to snuggle, he loves to curl around you while sitting in bed, or on the couch.

He instantly pulls you into him whenever he gets the chance. He loves to feel you against him, the feeling of your warm body, the sound of your beating heart, and the sight of you, smiling beautifully as your snuggled up to him.

He loves to pull you in under covers, to have several blankets on top of you two, in one big cuddle pile. Which, kinda sucks cause he’s like, a portable heater. You might have to like, take off your pants because holy shit you are going to sweat.

He doesn’t mind he says. He received a playful smack on the back of his head because of this comment.

You challenge him by telling to take of his clothes in retaliation. Why were you surprised when he did exactly what he asked.

Okay so nude cuddling under blankets is a regular for you two. End of naked story.

He loves to watch movies and whatever tv he can get with you while doing so, with some snacks on a tray, maybe some chips or cheese and crackers, or maybe some sweets. God that’s sounds like heaven to him.

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#cas.txt #ask #anonymous #karl heisenberg x reader #karl heisenberg #karl heisenburg x reader #resident evil 8 x reader #resident evil x reader #resident evil x you #resident evil 8 #resident evil village

[daisynik7]

Bursting at the Seams

Pairing: Takashi Mitsuya x Original Female Character

Rating: Mature

Word Count: ~3.3k

cw: switching POVs (2nd and 3rd person), explicit language, kissing, established relationship (yay!)

Summary: You and Mitsuya make your newly blossomed relationship official. To commemorate this special occasion, he invites you to his house for breakfast, where you meet his mother. 

Author's Note: Thank you for your patience with this! I really love writing this story, so I’m doing my best to work on this while I continue a few other WIPs. I appreciate every single one of you who have read this so far. I’m excited to show you all how everything will play out! Would love to know what you think and maybe some predictions on what may happen in the future chapters. Thanks so much for reading!

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Saturday morning, Mitsuya wakes up with a bright smile on his face, the confession from just hours before still replaying in his head like his favorite scene in a movie. He flexes his hand, fondly remembering how hers fit so seamlessly in his. They were close to a kiss; if they hadn’t been interrupted by her parents, he’s sure it would have happened. While he wants nothing more than to feel how soft her lips are, especially pressed against his, he wonders if this is all happening a little too fast. After all, they aren’t official yet. He ought to ask her to be his girlfriend first before he smooches her, right? Isn’t that what a gentleman does?

And is Takashi Mitsuya, founding member and Second Division captain of the Tokyo Manji gang even capable of being a gentleman? Of being a good boyfriend?

He gradually comes down from his dreamy state to contemplate how best to proceed with this. After breakfast, he calls both Draken and Takemitchy, the only two people he knows that are actually succeeding in the boyfriend category. 

“You have a girlfriend now?!” Takemitchy exclaims loudly on the other end. Hina’s in the background, begging him to put it on speaker so she can listen in too. 

“No, not yet. I confessed to her last night and she likes me back.” He smiles to himself, recalling the moment once again. 

“Holy shit, you actually took my advice,” Draken chuckles. “Good shit, man. So did you two kiss yet or…?”

“Well, we almost did,” he explains. “Her parents came out right as we were about to. But it got me thinking that maybe we should make it official first before we do anything irresponsible.”

Draken barks out a laugh. “You know that you can’t get a girl pregnant just from kissing her, right?”

Before Mitsuya can cuss him out, Takemitchy comments, “No, I totally understand where you’re coming from! When Hina and I started dating, we barely held hands. It took even longer for us to kiss! Waiting for the right time just made it all the more special.” 

“Hina, stop holding the gun to his head, we know you’re in the room with us,” Draken teases.

There’s shuffling on their end as she grabs hold of the phone, giggling, “I didn’t even have to tell him to say that! Anyways Mitsuya, I think taking things slow is a wonderful idea!”

“Nah, screw that. You’re a man now, Takashi. And men have needs. As long as she wants it too, I say just go for it.”

“Go for what exactly?” Mitsuya asks, genuinely curious.

“Dude, do I really have to spell it out for you?”

“Please don’t,” Takemitchy murmurs.

“Nothing gross!” Hina chimes in.

“I’m talking about fu – ”

“Ken Ryuguji!” Emma’s voice rings from the line. “Do not say what I think you’re about to say! Not in front of our child!”

“It can’t even hear yet!” 

Clearly now, Emma insists, “Mitsuya, whatever you do, do not listen to Draken. Go with your heart instead of your…well, you know.”

“Says the woman who is currently pregnant because of you-know-what,” Draken mutters.

“This is totally different. We’ve been together for years. Mitsuya’s only known this girl for a month. And unlike you, Ken Ryuguji, Takashi is actually a sweet guy.”

“Hey!”

She ignores him, adding, “You’ve got all the time in the world. Do what you think is right. Everything will work out in the end.”

He thanks all four of them for their input before ending the call, heeding their advice carefully the remainder of the day as he babysits his sisters at home. It’s probably best for him and Hana to discuss what their expectations are going forward. He has no experience in relationships whatsoever, so naturally, he’s apprehensive. He wouldn’t be able to forgive himself if he somehow becomes a rotten boyfriend. 

Around dinnertime, he decides to text her, asking if she is free to talk on the phone later tonight, to which she confirms that she is. He takes the next few hours to prepare himself, rehearsing what he’d like to say over and over in his head until he tucks his sisters into bed, retreating into his own bedroom to dial Shimizu’s number. 

After two rings, she picks up. “Hello?”

He smiles, happy to hear her voice. “Hi. How are you?”

“Good. And you?”

“Good. Great, actually. I hope I’m not bothering you.”

“You’re not. I’m happy you called.”

They exchange pleasantries, recounting each other’s nights before getting to the main matter. His heart skips a beat, getting increasingly nervous, despite how comforting it is to hear her speak so casually with him. When the right opportunity arrives, he clears his throat, remembering what he practiced from earlier. “I just want to make sure that we do this right, you know? I’ve never had a girlfriend, so I really don’t know what to do when it comes to things like this. But I want to do my best to be a good boyfriend to you.”

Her voice is gentle and sweet as she replies, “I feel the same way. I’ve never had a boyfriend either. I don’t know how good of a girlfriend I can be. But I’ll do my best too to be good to you. We’ll learn together. ” 

He grins, touched by her words. “Together. I like that.” He swallows his emotions to continue. “I’m sure your parents won’t approve of you dating a gang member. But you’ll always be safe with me. You have nothing to worry about when it comes to Toman. I can promise you that.” 

“It doesn’t matter to me that you’re in Toman. I already feel safe with you, so I’m not concerned about that at all.”

Surprised, he says, “Really?”

“Really,” she confirms with confidence. “I want you to feel safe with me too. I’ll do everything I can to protect you. I mean, I can’t fight. But I promise that I’ll be there for you whenever you need someone to lean on, someone to support you. I want to help you however I can.”

Tears begin to well in his eyes, his heart on the verge of bursting from his chest. He’s never felt anything like this before. He’s always taken pride in protecting the people dearest to him, whether it be his family or his fellow brothers in the gang. And while he knows that his friends will always have his back, knowing that someone outside of Toman is looking out for him, determined to protect him, feels different. Is it okay for Mitsuya to rely on her like this? To be vulnerable and depend on her throughout all the obstacles that come his way? Draken’s words from last night replay in his head. You deserve to be happy. You’re always the one taking care of others, it’s about time someone takes care of you. The more he thinks about it, he realizes that yes, maybe he does deserve this. 

He grabs a tissue from his nightstand, wiping away his sniffles. “You’ve already helped me so much. I don’t know if this makes sense, but when I’m with you, I feel normal. I feel like myself, you know? Like I’m more than just this Toman jacket. I’m just me. A lot of our classmates are too scared to talk to me, and when they do, it’s usually for a favor because of my reputation. But you approached me, wanting sewing lessons. I feel like you see the real me more than anyone else does.”

It takes a several seconds for her to respond, seemingly holding back tears. Eventually, she says, “I’m really glad I came to you for lessons then.”

“Me too.”

There’s a comfortable silence between them as they cherish each other’s heartfelt sentiments, Mitsuya stares at his bedroom ceiling with the phone pressed to his hear, wishing he could see her right now. “So, Hana Shimizu.”

She giggles. “Yes, Takashi Mitsuya?”

“Would you please do me the honor and be my girlfriend?”

There’s more of her precious laughter as she answers, “Yes. And will you do me the honor and be my boyfriend?”

“Absolutely yes,” he replies, smiling even wider. He’s tempted to get out of bed and drive to her house to commemorate this special occasion, but he resists. Instead, he blurts out, “Do you want to come over for breakfast tomorrow? I really want to see you before school on Monday. I can make pancakes. Plus, my mom has a late shift and she’ll be home, so you can meet her.”

“Isn’t this too soon to be meeting your mother?” 

“Is it? Are there rules against it or something?”

She laughs. “I guess not. We can make up our own rules. As long as we’re learning together, right?”

“You know I like the sound of that. I’ll see you tomorrow, then?”

“Yes, tomorrow. Goodnight, Takashi.”

His breath hitches, enjoying the sound of his name from her mouth a little too much. Chest fluttering with affection, he says quietly, “Goodnight, Hana.”

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Within twenty-four hours of his confession, you are officially Takashi Mitsuya’s girlfriend. 

You stare wide-eyed at the ceiling of your bedroom in disbelief, the phone still warm in your grasp having just finished your conversation with your now boyfriend. You’re tingling all over, utterly amazed and completely ecstatic at this recent turn of events. Who would have thought you, plain and ordinary Hana Shimizu, would be anyone’s girlfriend, let alone Takashi Mitsuya’s girlfriend? 

It takes you a while to fall asleep, mind racing with thoughts and fantasies of your new relationship. You wake up the next morning, both nervous and excited to see him. Knowing that you’ll be meeting his mom today, you put on your best dress, hoping to make a good impression. You quietly step down the stairs, barely sticking your head into the kitchen to greet your parents. “Morning! I’m going out for breakfast!” 

Before you can sneak away, your mother calls out to you. “With who? Mei and Keiko?”

You contemplate lying, but you know that never pans out well. So, praying they don’t question it, you answer, “I’m going to the Mitsuyas.” You listen for any reaction, and when you only hear hushed whispers between your parents, you slip into your shoes, heading out the door. 

It’s a short trip to his house, less than ten minutes. You knock on the front door, taking a deep breath. He answers quickly, a smile already on his face, eyes full of kindness as he greets you. “Hana, good morning.” Your name sounds so soothing from his mouth; you never thought your name was special but hearing it from him makes it feel that way. “Hi, Takashi.”

He rubs the nape of his neck, a slight blush on his cheeks. “I’m not used to hearing you say my first name yet.”

“Do you want me to stop?”

“No, not at all. I just…I think I like it a little too much,” he admits. 

You reach for his hand, brushing your fingers gently along his knuckles. When Luna and Mana come running towards the entrance, you immediately retract from him, embarrassed. “Ms. Hana!” they cheer, hugging you tightly around the waist. 

You pat their heads. “Hi! I missed you two!”

They peer up at you, beaming. “We missed you so much!” 

“What did Taka do to you, huh? Should we beat him up?” Luna offers, shooting a glare at her brother.

“No, no, no! He didn’t do anything wrong, I promise,” you assure them. 

Takashi snorts, playfully rolling his eyes. “Like you even stand a chance.”

“We know exactly where to hit you, Taka!” Luna threatens. 

Mana chimes in. “Yeah, you taught us, remember?!”

You grin at him, brow raised. “What are you teaching them?”

“Self-defense, of course,” he replies, smirking. “In case some idiots try to mess with them.”

A woman with the same downturned lavender eyes appears from the kitchen, a warm smile on her face. The resemblance is uncanny; this is definitely Takashi’s mother. She’s as beautiful as you imagined her to be and you’re immediately flustered under her gaze. You bow to her, the kiddos still latched to your legs. “Good morning, Ms. Mitsuya. Thank you for having me.”

“Of course. You’re welcome anytime. I’ve heard so much about your from my children, so I’m so happy I finally get to meet you. The food is ready, so if you’d like, we can start eating.”

The five of you gather around the table, Takashi taking the seat beside you, his knee touching yours as you sit cross-legged on the cushion. The spread is fantastic: fluffy pancakes stacked neatly one-by-one, pillowy golden tamago topped with strips of seaweed, bowls of strawberries and other fruit to top it all off. Luna and Mana help themselves to a pile of pancakes, drizzling a generous amount of syrup before they take a big bite. Takashi serves you, giving you a little bit of everything to try. His mother watches the two of you, a small grin on her face. 

You chat casually, Ms. Mitsuya asking the typically questions: how’s school, what your family does for work, what you plan to study in university. “I’m going to major in education. I want to become a teacher,” you inform her.

“So you will follow in your father’s footsteps. How wonderful,” she comments. “Mitsuya, maybe you should consider doing that, too.”

You face him, nodding. “You’d be a great teacher!” 

He shrugs, stuffing a forkful of eggs into his mouth. “I think I’d rather keep my major to business. If I ever become a designer, I might want to open my own shop, you know?”

His mom leans forward, a serious expression on her face now. “Do you think you’ll really follow through with it, Takashi? I know how committed you are to Toman, but maybe it’s time to move on from it. I don’t want you to put your dreams on the backburner for this little gang of yours.”

“Why can’t I do both? I’m not just going to abandon my friends, Mom. And I’m not going to abandon my dreams, either. I can do them both,” He avoids her gaze, staring down at his almost empty plate of food. You rest your hand on his knee, squeezing it, wanting to show your support for him. If he’s confident that he can balance both obligations at the same time, then you believe in him too. 

He smiles at you, entwining his fingers with yours. “I have another announcement to make. Hana and I are dating.” Much to your shock, he holds your hands up, showcasing this display of affection. 

Luna and Mana squeal, applauding enthusiastically. “Yay!”

You anticipate his mother’s reaction and breathe a sigh of relief when you notice her serious demeanor relax, a grin spreading across her face at the news. “Congratulations. I’m very happy to hear that.”

He grips you tighter, looking at her. “Mom, I know you think I have a lot to deal with, but I can do this. When have I ever let you down?”

She shakes her head. “You never have.”

“So, do I have your support? Do we have your support?”

She smiles. “Of course. You always have, and you always will.”

While the abrupt announcement has you shaken at first, you can’t help being elated at how well this is already going. With his mother’s approval, this only leaves your parents to consult with next, which might prove a bit more difficult than this. However, with Takashi by your side, you’re confident you can convince them to trust in this new relationship of yours. Especially with all the wonderful merits your boyfriend brings to the table. 

After breakfast, you play with this sisters in the living room while mother and son wash the dishes in the kitchen. When Takashi excuses himself to use the bathroom, you take this chance to speak to her in private, if only for a brief moment. Standing next to her at the sink, a clean dish towel in hand, you offer to dry the dishes, which she gladly accepts. “Ms. Mitsuya. I just want to thank you for welcoming me into your home.”

“Like I said, you’re always welcome here.” She glances at the hallway, checking on Takashi, who remains in the bathroom. In a lower, hushed tone, she adds, “I just hope that you can push Takashi in the right direction.”

Confused, you ask, “What do you mean?”

She sighs, scrubbing the last bowl with the sponge. “I don’t want him to be in Toman for the rest of his life. I’m not sure if you know this, but back in middle school, he got into this really big fight. He was beaten to nearly an inch of his life, all for the sake of his friend, Hakkai. I’m scared that if this continues any further, there will be a time he’ll put his life on the line and won’t be able to get back on his feet. You seem to have a good head on your shoulders, so maybe you can steer him to where he needs to go.”

It’s never crossed your mind what hardships Takashi has had to overcome in his past. Sure, there are rumors and idle gossip about him floating amongst your classmates, but you never paid it any mind, wanting to get to know him for yourself. Hearing this from his own mother is concerning, and with her subtle plea for you to guide him away from Toman, you’re not sure if you’re qualified to do that. It doesn’t seem like your place to interfere with his life. All you can do is support in whatever decisions he makes, right?

Your boyfriend returns before you can respond to her, standing beside you to help dry the remaining dishes. Ms. Mitsuya slides her gloves off, wiping her hands on a paper towel. “I need to run to the store to get a few groceries. I’ll take the girls with me so they can pick out some snacks. Will you be okay here, Taka?”

“Yeah, I’ll be fine.”

“Hana, it was so nice to finally meet you. I’ll see you again soon, okay?” She wraps her arms around you in a snug embrace. 

“Yes, thank you for breakfast, Ms. Mitsuya,” you say, squeezing her back. You hug Luna and Mana goodbye before they leave hand-and-hand with their mother, leaving you and Takashi alone.

You turn to face him, stepping closer. “I guess I should head home soon.”

He closes the distance even further, leaning towards you, his hands in his pockets, a smirk on his face. “Yeah, maybe that’s for the best.”

You grin at him, wrapping your arms around his neck. “Thank you for inviting me. This was really fun.”

He slides his hands around your waist, pulling you closer, nuzzling his nose to yours. “It was. Thank you for coming.”

Your lips meet in a delicate kiss, sweet and soft just as you imagined it’d be. Warmth fills your chest and you’re almost breathless when you part, his forehead pressed to yours, smiling. “Do you really have to go?”

You giggle, giving him a peck on the cheek before you pull away. “I think I should.”  

He watches you from the doorway as you make your way outside, twirling in your dress once more to wave goodbye. You stroll through the neighborhood in a daze, lips tingling, body buzzing with excitement, taking your time to get home. 

Ms. Mitsuya’s request still lingers in your mind as you enter your house, humming a happy tune with your mom and dad eyeing you suspiciously. Then, there’s your parents, of course, who you’ll need to talk to soon. There may be obstacles to face, but you’re confident that you and Takashi can persevere, together. All that matters in this moment is that the two of you are happy. And there is nothing standing in your way to stop that. 

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[borathae]

"The story of how your boyfriend prepared the sweetest surprise for you, even if he always says that he isn't at all romantic."

Pairing: Vampire!Yoongi x f.Reader 

Genre: established relationship!AU, Fluff 

Warnings: Yoongi. that’s the warning. he will melt you

Wordcount: 2.5k 

a/n: I sometimes wonder why I always write such sweet stories like 😔 I love him with all my heart and I miss him daily 😔 idk what else to say, this is making me feel so single. Just enjoy besties 😔💗

The estate smells like freshly baked goods when you leave your wing for the morning. Given how no lingering smell of burned edges soaked the sweet scent you knew exactly who was using the kitchen. 

Yoongi.

The thought that you are able to see him first thing after waking up, fills you with immense joy. The quick journey to the kitchen becomes oh so easy to bear whilst at the same time feeling way too long. Oh how you want to see him.

"Good morning", you say as you enter the kitchen, eyes landing instantly on your boyfriend.

He has his hair in half bun and wears the sleeves of his cotton shirt rolled up. A black apron adorns his body, covered in flour at the front and with a neatly done bow in the back. 

Yoongi lifts his head, eyes softening the instant he sees you. 

"Good morning", he says, unable to stop the love drunk smile from curling his lips, "did you sleep well, my princess?" 

"I did. Gosh, look at you though", you say, hurrying to his side just so you can touch his waist.

Yoongi steps closer on instinct, studying your features almost obsessively.

"You look so handsome, gosh Yoongi Boongie I want to eat you", you say, giving his waist a little squeeze.

Yoongi, with immense fondness in his eyes, turns back to the dough he was kneading. 

"You're so weird", he says, shaking his head. 

"I'm not, you’re just way too handsome", you say, resting your cheek against his arm. With a content smile on your lips, you watch his skilled fingers work. He is parting the dough into equal bits before rolling them into little balls.

"What are you making?" you ask him, "the entire estate smells of it."

"Just some stuff. I felt like baking."

"Well whatever it is, it smells amazing. I hope I can taste some too." 

He sneaks a glance at you from the corner of his eyes. 

"It's for you anyway, I don’t eat that stuff", he says nonchalantly but with great nervousness in his eyes. Your heart flutters because of it.

Wordlessly, you grab his chin just to turn his head to you so you can place a tender kiss on his lips. 

Yoongi, who wanted to cup your cheeks only to remember he is covered in flour, lets his hands just kind of awkwardly hover next to your face, sighing almost sadly when you pull back. 

"You're the sweetest man, Min Yoongi", you whisper, caressing his chin, "I'm seriously so lucky." 

Yoongi flusters, looking at the ground before almost aggressively turning his head away. He works quicker than he did before, rolling the dough with all his might.

With a fond chuckle, you break away from him in order to prepare your tea and breakfast. 

"Breakfast's on the table", Yoongi murmurs shyly.

You look at the dinner table. Indeed it is. You were so busy gazing at Yoongi that you didn’t even notice the five star meal he prepared for you. 

Scones, most definitely freshly baked and a glass of the raspberry jam you made together. Some clotted cream as well, served in a white porcelain bowl. A neatly cut peach rests on a matching plate as well. 

"Yoongi", you say, melting on the spot. 

"It's not much, I know." 

"Oh be quiet, it’s amazing. Thank you." 

Yoongi accepts the big smooch you place on his cheek, nodding his head afterwards.

"Yeah, just eat", he mumbles, acting oh so busy by picking up more dough. 

You eat breakfast deliciously and oh so happily, coming to the conclusion once again that Yoongi makes the best food ever. 

Afterwards, and after one tight hug, you abandon him in the kitchen to wash up and spend your day in the greenhouse. It is a good day, one filled with lots of hard work, which feels oh so fulfilling because it was work you enjoyed doing. 

The sun has just started her journey past her zenith when you decide to let it be for the day.

You turn, colliding with a chest rather harshly.

"Ah!" "Oh, careful!" 

Strong hands hold you by your shoulders instantly, stopping your body from falling down. You know exactly who stands in your way, you don’t even have to look to know. He is such a sneaky jokester sometimes.

"Yoongi! Stop startling me! It’s not funny!" you complain loudly, nudging his chest. 

He smiles sheepishly, "see? I'm not predictable like you said." 

You roll your eyes, "tch. How long were you standing behind me like a creep?" 

"Literally just a second, I was about to call your name." 

"Sure you were", you nudge him again, "you'll get that back." 

"Sorry, don’t be mad", he says, leaning in to kiss your cheek.

"You know I can’t", you say, chasing his kiss with closed eyes.

He pulls back, looking at you with nervous eyes.

“What’s wrong? Why are you making that face?” you ask him. 

"Uhm ___", he begins, touching the side of his neck nervously, "I actually wanted to ask you if you wanted to go somewhere?" he asks, "with me", he adds quickly just in case it wasn’t obvious still.

"Go somewhere? Where to? When?" 

"Just somewhere, right now. I prepared something."

"You did? What is it?" 

"Just something." 

You smile fondly. He is so secretive sometimes. 

"Well, is it something I need to be pretty for?" you ask him, sneaking a glance down his body. He is wearing blue jeans and a colourful shirt. Which in Yoongi’s case means that he dressed up. And you just know that he spent ages doing his hair because it looks freshly washed and just slightly curled.

"I guess I do, you look really handsome. Give me twenty minutes and I'll be done, okay?" 

"You can go like this. You’re really pretty", he says, but you shake your head. 

"I have the perfect dress to wear", you say, storming off afterwards to get ready.

Yoongi watches you hurry away before squatting down and cleaning up your gardening tools because he knows that you would otherwise look for them tomorrow. Afterwards he leaves the greenhouse and your wing, wanting to give you your privacy.

You take more than twenty minutes, but Yoongi doesn’t mind. He waits for you in his music room, playing random melodies he thinks of in the moment to distract himself from the unbearable flutters in his chest. He sometimes wonders if those flutters will ever get better or if they will always stay with him whenever he waits for you to join him on a date. He often times wishes that they will never leave, because those flutters feel closest to what he remember a heartbeat to feel like.

"Sorry I took so long, I wanted to make it perfect”, your sweet voice joins him in the music room.

He lifts his head from the piano, completely messing up his play for he felt too stunned by you to function. 

"It, it’s fine", he stutters, trying but failing to keep his mouth shut. 

You giggle, feeling oh so good under his star struck gaze. You pull a little pose.

"Do you like the outfit?" 

Yoongi nods his head vigorously, stumbling to his feet.

"You look nice", he says, hurrying to you with open arms, "pretty I, I mean”, he says, placing his hands on your waist with such tenderness you wonder if he fears to break you otherwise, “so beautiful."

"Well thank you", you say, doing a little curtsey before caressing his chest, "now do you finally want to tell me where you are taking me to?" 

"The lake."

"The lake? Well that’s a surprise. I'm excited now."

Yoongi takes your hand to lead you outside. 

"I hope you'll like it", he murmurs dryly but with a soft blush on the tip of his nose.

Yoongi takes you in his convertible, insisting that the walk was far too long, which was a lie. The walk would have been just fine, but it still kind of felt nice to be chauffeured around the estate's grounds with the warm summer's breeze on your face and Yoongi’s hand on your thigh. It also gave the entire situation an even stronger date vibe to it, which was lovely.

Yoongi parks the car just by the side of the road, helping you get out after getting out himself. He keeps it unlocked, but takes the keys with him. 

"The drive was nice", you tell him, hugging the arm he offers more than you hold it. You just love being touchy with him, he always smells so good that it is kind of hard not to.

"I told you it would be nice."

"Yes, you were right. Oh Yoongi, this is so perfect."

"Yeah", he agrees quietly, holding you by the small of your back now that the walk is a little bumpy from the uneven ground. You don’t seem to mind the difficult walk, beaming in happiness next to him.

"Now I’m so excited for what you prepared. Wait", you spot it, stopping abruptly, "is this…Yoongi did you prepare a picnic?"

"Maybe", he murmurs, touching the side of his neck.

He flinches when you squeak and then side hug his waist oh so tightly. 

"I love this so much, thank you”, you babble, swaying him from side to side aggressively.

Yoongi lets it happen with a content smile on his face, “you didn’t even look at it yet”, he murmurs.

“Right!” you tilt your head so you can beam at him, “come, we have to look at it", you say, tugging him with you. 

“Okay, okay I’m coming”, he says, stumbling after you with his fingers intertwined oh so tightly with yours. He really hopes that you love what he did.

Yoongi went all out. He placed a red picnic blanket in the green grass just a few meters by the water. On it he lied exactly eight pillows, soft and with a cotton cover, and a woollen blanket to share for later, the one you made during the snowy days in early springs. He also seemed to have gone into town for a bouquet of flowers, presenting them next to a variety of food.

“My prince this is…” you whisper, drinking all of it in with breathlessness in your chest. He really prepared all of this for you.

Yoongi gets to his knees and begins uncovering all of the food, storing the beeswax coverings in the basket. Baguette and rye bread you know to be of his morning baking session. He decided to prepare the most aesthetically pleasing charcuterie board with it. How he managed to get it to this location unharmed is a mystery to you. A pumpkin and courgette quiche and with it a tip made from herbs out of your garden is on the menu as well, looking mouth-wateringly delicious.

He also made croissants and laid out a bottle of red wine.

He stores the last of the beeswax wrappers in the basket and looks up at you with sparkly and oh so soft eyes.

“Is done”, he mumbles, looking to the side, “sit down”, he says, offering you his hand to hold onto.

You take it gladly, sitting down oh so close to him.

"Yoongi this is beautiful", you say.

He uncovers the last plate. He stares at you with big eyes, waiting for your reaction. Fresh fruit. Berries, strawberries and peaches. He cut every single one of the strawberries into hearts. 

"No way, you made them into little hearts", you gasp, looking at him with glassy eyes.

"Don't cry", he says panickedly.

"I'm just so moved", you say, reaching out to cup his cheek, "this must have taken so long to make." 

Yoongi flusters and points at the charcuterie board. 

"Look. They’re on there too", he says. 

He is right. Now you notice them. Strawberry hearts among grapes, cheeses and cold meat. 

"They are", you say, "oh Yoongs", you press out, falling around his neck so violently that he falls to his back. 

He gasps at first when you begin to litter his entire face with kisses and smooches, but soon begins to giggle because it feels really good. 

"Thank you, thank you, thank you so much", you chant, kissing him until he has to physically pull you away for a moment. 

You left lip gloss stains all over his cheeks and lips. You wipe them away with sorry eyes, but Yoongi doesn’t seem to mind, gazing at you with droopy, love drunk eyes. He gives you one smile, which he realises was way more fateful than he initially thought as you instantly begin kissing his face again, doing so with loud "mwuah"s and happy giggles.

Yoongi, with his eyes closed and billions of butterflies in his tummy, tries to catch his breath only to fail. 

"Princess, stop", he giggles, "the food."

Quite frankly however, Yoongi hopes that you don’t stop. This is the happiest he could ever be. There is nothing better in this world than you. 

You stop your kisses, but keep touching his face, pinching the parts which are just so incredibly soft and caressing the parts which are a little harder. 

"Are you happy?" he asks. 

"I'm so happy, I could burst", you answer him, cupping his cheek. 

Yoongi leans into your touch, closing his eyes in a pretty manner. He shivers when you kiss his other cheek and stay close by rubbing the tip of your nose against his skin slowly. 

“Thank you so much my prince, I don’t know how to ever pay you back”, you whisper.

“You don’t. Please. No paying back”, he answers you without hesitation.

You exhale in a soft sigh.

"I don't know why I bothered to put lip gloss on. It’s all on you now”, you say, having to chuckle quietly.

"It's fine", he says, wrapping his arms around you waist and hugging you closer that way.

"I'm just so…happy", you whisper, exhaling shakily, "all of it is so perfect. You’re the sweetest person ever. Thank you."

Yoongi turns his head, rubbing the tip of his nose against yours.

"It's not much", he says softly.

"Hush, it’s perfect."

"Okay", he whispers, kissing you back when you kiss him. 

He can feel your heart race when you finally pull back.

"I did it for today", he confesses. 

"What do you mean?"

"It's the third today. You surprised me in Berlin today."

"A year ago", you gasp, "you remembered the day?" 

He nods his head, "it's when I, you know uhm", he opens his eyes, realising that you have yours closed. He studies your features and how you made them even prettier with the help of make up today. With tender fingers he cups your cheeks, running his thumbs over your skin. 

"It's when I had you by my side again and we began to grow so much closer afterwards and I just", he exhales shakily, "I guess I wasn’t sure before that. We only had one night and then I left you for six months and I guess, I wasn’t sure if you still liked me."

You open your eyes.

"But I knew then. The third. That's when I knew and I wanted to do something today. Because of it. I mean, yeah."

You smile, feeling like melting. 

"So we basically have two anniversaries? One in winter and one today?" 

He nods his head shyly.

"I like this so much", you say, caressing his cheek, "I love you, Min Yoongi."

"I love you too", he says, blushing instantly.​

#yoongi fluff #yoongi romance #yoongi fanfic #yoongi fanfiction #yoongi scenario #yoongi oneshot #yoongi x reader #yoongi x you #bts fluff #bts romance #bts fanfic #bts fanfiction #bts scenario #bts oneshot #bts x reader #bts x you #bangtan fluff #bangtan romance #bangtan fanfic #bangtan fanfiction #bangtan scenario #bangtan oneshot #bangtan x reader #bangtan x you #fanfic: sanguis duology

[fatuismooches]

smooches you have no idea how much i want to be Pantalone's little househusband i promise im normal you dont get it! your post about a reader who has physical touch as their love language boosted this by like 9999999% i keep rereading the pantalone bit and giggling (also the zandik part broke my heart how could u... </3 /lh /pos)

i wanna cook him dinner when he gets home and offer him a kiss when he returns :(( I want to be surprised when he sees something that reminds him of of me and so he got it !!! I want to massage his shoulders and give him a kiss on the cheek as i do so :(((( I wanna wash his hair with no matter how much product as he uses :(((( I want to use a hair dyer and gently style his hair for him however he wants! I want to cuddle with him as he rambles about his day! I wanna help him get ready in the morning and help him with anything he needs !! i want to make him a cute little breakfast before he goes off to work !! I'd be so sad when he leaves :((( but then i realized he forgot his lunch, so before his break i waltz into his office and bring him his lunch with a kiss on the cheek! I crave domesticity with this man i am feral i am insane I'm running around in circles - 🎈 no one understands my yearning

TEEHEE I'M GLAD YOU LIKED THAT POST!! ❤️ (ALSO I DIDNT MEAN TO BREAK YOUR HEART NOOO IM SENDING ALL MY HUGS 🎈 ANON!!) And omg,,, you're so right ;(( THAT'S SOOOO CUTEE AHHH!! Indulging in all of the sweet little domestic things with Pantalone >>>

Ughh,,,,, him coming home after a super long day and all he wants to do is relax with you in bed, but as usual he comes home to a delicious smell wafting throughout the house and he already knows you're making his favorite ;)) And although he was tempted to skip dinner just to cuddle with you he can't say no to your cooking made with love!! And he certainly can't say no to hoisting you up on the counter and giving you a tonnnn of kisses while the meal finishes cooking! And the gifts? How could you not be ecstatic at his gifts? It's not just the large $ he drops on you as if it's nothing that makes you blush, but how he explains why he got it for you <33 We love a king who thinks of you always !!

Ohhhh he absolutely adores when you take care of him <3 you're such a good darling, going so far as to take care of your husband like this, even though you have your own responsibilities and troubles :( Pantalone loves how intimate and soft you are with him... your hands may not be as skilled as a professional but your rubs really make the stress roll away better than anyone... he's very fussy with his hair but you know all the tricks after being with him for so long :) You'll make sure he doesn't feel an ounce of pain or discomfort and ensure that it's as fluffy as usual! Don't let him fall asleep in the tub though... it's nearly impossible to get him out then. Though he'll totally pamper you the same way, better than royalty! Equal exchange and all! (Also because you're his beloved of course, even if you didn't he would still love you like that)

He loves rambling to you, because you're probably the only person that at least partially understands his rambles but also 100% willing to listen 🥺 Pantalone gets up quite early so he'll try not to wake you... but if you get up anyway to help him his heart would be blown into itty bitty pieces 🥰 He insists on you getting your 8+ hours but he can't deny he loves when his beloved gives him a goodbye kiss and sees him off for the day 🥰 Pantalone gives you a kiss back and reassures you he'll be back before you know it...

You could just send an agent to deliver his forgotten lunch but why would you ever lose out on the chance to see your husband?! Do the regular Fatuis say anything when you walk in with a very cute, delicious, and organized lunchbox for the Harbinger? Nope. Do they know not to disturb the Regrator when you're alone with him in his office? Yes. SO FREAKING CUTE 🎈 ANON AHHHQDWBDJWDND

#smooches talks #🎈 anon #pantalone love notes <3 #i cant cook *yet* but i will learn for him 😔 #hehehe i loveeee soft domestic married life with pantalone <33 best experience ever

[slamminslamminmcgill]

saul goodman would fuck you raw and growl in your ear about how he’s gonna put a baby in you and then wake you up with plan b the next day 😮‍💨 what a king

got a quick drabble w/ this idea below

saul goodman x gender neutral (afab) reader

Thank god the office was soundproof.

Thank god the denizens of Albuquerque that packed the waiting room were none the wiser to the debauchery just beyond the door. You had an image to uphold. While your boss had a reputation of being sleazy and gaudy, his clients saw you as a polite, well-tempered paralegal with a bright future ahead of you.

But Saul Goodman saw another side of you. Specifically, your backside as he had you pinned down on his desk and fucked you from behind. What was supposed to be a 15 minute break before walk-ins had turned into over an hour of you two going at it like rabbits. You’d forgotten how many times he’d made you cum already. Not that the exact number mattered anyway; he just liked to see how much he could break you. How far you’d sink into your most base urges. You were pretty far gone this time. Barely being able to shape your thoughts into words. The only sounds that left your mouth were desperate moans and pathetic, nonsensical babbling. Saul didn’t mind doing all the talking. In fact, he loved it.

“Feels good, huh? You like it when I fuck you like an animal? You like it when I stretch this little hole out?” He grabbed your hair pulled you back so he could growl in your ear. “What a good little slut. Tell me you like it.”

Your walls clenched around him when he grabbed you. God, you LOVED getting roughed up. You tried your damndest to tell him. “I-… I.. fu-… fffucking… love it…” was all you managed to string together.

“That’s it. God, you’re so fucking good. I’m gonna fill you up. Gonna cum deep inside you. Doesn’t that sound nice? You want me to breed you, bitch?”

All you could do was nod and sputter out some enthusiastic noises that vaguely sounded like a “yes”.

“There we go. I knew you’d like it. I’m gonna ruin you. Gonna knock up your whore body so everyone knows who fucking owns you.” He spanked your ass until it was bright red and stinging, his other hand keeping a firm lock on your hair. You could tell when he was getting close because he’d start moaning almost as loud as you were. His hips would speed up until he slammed into you one last time, squishing you between himself and the desk. Hot ropes of cum shot into your cunt, so much that you could feel it leaking out before he pulled out. You followed him over the edge soon after.

You both panted heavily as you came down together. You turned your head back to look at him. He was a wreck. His hair was stuck to his forehead and he was dripping with sweat. When his eyes met yours he smiled, and gave you a quick smooch on your lips. He reached over you and pressed the call button on his desk.

“Francesca, send everyone home. I’m closing up. You’ll still get paid the full day, don’t worry.”

—

The next morning, you came in at your usual time. Potential clients were already lining up outside, probably everyone who was sent home yesterday. When you got into his office, Saul was all business.

“Rise and shine, kid! First item on the agenda,” He handed you a glass of water and a morning after pill. “Bottoms up! I don’t wanna be on the hook for child support.”

You rolled your eyes at him, trying to stifle a laugh before you took the pill. Was he cheesy? Yes. Thoughtful? Also yes. Worth it? Fuck yes.

#better call saul x reader #breaking bad x reader #breaking bad imagine #breaking bad smut #better call saul smut #better call saul imagine #brba #bcs #saul goodman #saul goodman x reader #saul goodman imagine #saul goodman smut #jimmy mcgill #jimmy mcgill x reader #jimmy mcgill smut #jimmy mcgill imagine

[molly-ghuleh]

Could you possibly do “one more kiss? Please?” With Secondo? :)

Kiss Prompts: "One more kiss? Please?"

Secondo x reader

SFW! Contains: Grumpy Secondo, fluff, kisses (obvs), coffee, use of 'piccolina'

Of course anon! Thank you for requesting <3

You could tell Secondo had woken up on the wrong side of the bed from the moment you opened your eyes. Something about him is off. The steam rising from the shower and flowing through the crack in his bathroom door in wispy tendrils seems to emanate a negative aura, despite the his sweet-smelling body wash.

Your Papa needs a pick-me-up, and you know just the thing.

Being as silent as you can so as to surprise him, you dress in the shirt he'd hastily discarded last night and your underwear which had been torn off you even faster. You pad your way over to the kitchen and begin to prepare him a cup of coffee.

Secondo is a very particular man about his coffee--only the best whole beans from Colombia, freshly ground for every cup he makes, and a splash of his favorite sweet cream from the local farmer's market. He owns the best coffeemaker in the entire Abbey--better than the ones in the kitchens, and far better than the Keurig in the Clergy's break room. In desperate situations when he makes himself a cup from a coffee pod, he always grimaces at the taste. What do they put in these things, eh? Dirt?

You smile when you hear the shower turn off. He'll be out of the bathroom soon, dressed in only his pants and a crisp white shirt, unbuttoned. That outfit is your favorite of his. It makes you so hot for him that he might as well just walk out completely naked.

The coffee begins to brew into a plain black travel mug.

You wish you could make him breakfast, too. But Secondo never has time for it, preferring instead to hold you for a little longer after his alarm goes off, rather than get out of bed and leave you to wake up alone.

"That smells good," Secondo says as he emerges from the bathroom. His voice is groggy and low and his footsteps drag as he strides into the kitchen. As you predicted, you can see a stripe of skin from his collarbones to the waist of his pants. A dark line of hair trails down from his navel and disappears below his belt. Despite his shirt blocking most of the light, you can see a few lingering drops of water glistening on his skin.

Satan, give me strength, you pray.

You bring your gaze up to his face. "It's for you," you tell him. The coffee finishes brewing and you remove the mug from underneath the nozzle. Moving towards the fridge to find the glass bottle of sweet cream, you continue, "I can tell you're not in the best mood this morning." As you move back towards the mug, Secondo intercepts you. He gently takes the cream from your hand and places it on the counter with a clink, then brushes the loose hair away from your face. He tilts your head up towards him with gentle hands. "What would I do without you?" He says, softer than is usual for him, and something inside you screams that he's saying the words he has yet to tell you since you began seeing each other.

"Suffer, probably," you quip with a little grin.

Secondo releases a huff that's supposed to be a laugh. He leans down and kisses you, still cradling your face in his hands. The smell of his cologne mixes with the aroma of the coffee to create a blend of just him. "Thank you, piccolina," he mutters against your lips.

He tries to pull away but your fists clutch his open shirt. "One more kiss? Please?" You practically beg. Not because you need it (although you cherish his kisses more than anything), but because he does.

He is in a very strange mood, you decide, because he doesn't hesitate to grant you one more kiss. And then another, and another. Usually Secondo would grumble about being late, and then kiss you anyway. But this morning he showers your lips in little pecks and smooches with no regard for how late he may or may not be.

Eventually though, he does pull away, and you let him. His coffee will get cold if you don't put the lid on the mug.

As Secondo turns to screw the lid on, you wrap your arms around him and press yourself against his back. "Try to have a good day, okay?" You mumble against his shoulder blade.

Secondo unwraps your arms so he can turn around in your hold. "What would make my day go well," he says lowly, placing his lips against the sensitive skin below your ear, "is if you visited my office at lunch."

You chuckle despite your legs suddenly feeling rather weak. "Yes, Papa."

#this one is a little short flsajdlfjalsd sorry #soft secondo #secondo x reader #secondo prompt #secondo my beloved #secondo emeritus #papa emeritus ii #papa emeritus ii x reader #papa emeritus x reader #prompt writing #kiss prompts

[sehtoast]

A Very Benlander Christmas (Homelander x OC)

18+ | mistletoe shenanigans, holiday smooches, mild Ashley bullying| Fic Directory

original request

They'd been running around all fucking day like headless chickens, and for what? A Christmas special?

Ben had knocked him out of his ‘say Merry Christmas, not happy holidays’ schtick a while back, but, even more than that, he made Homelander realize how fucking stupid this all was. 

Now that he had someone worth spending the holiday with, the robbery of their time together was infuriating. They should be curled up on the couch, at least seven orgasms deep, letting some stupid Christmas special run in the background while they indulged in each other. 

He about took Ashley's head off over all the delays, but Ben was quick to remind him:

“She doesn't wanna be here anymore than we do, pumpkin. Blame the corporate cogs, not her.”

In 16 hours, they'd be flying over to see Ben's family for dinner. At least a handful of that time would be spent sleeping, which meant there was so little left for them. 

He storms off for a time, but only to ensure his concocted plan is still a go. He's all devious smirks and giggles when he and Ben finally make it back to the latter's apartment. 

“You're up to something,” Ben accuses playfully. “But you haven't pounced me yet. What gives?”

“I have no idea what you're talking about.” He says smugly, treading into the living room to kick off his boots. He gets the last one off as Ben hugs him from behind, and his smirk gets all the more devious when he turns around. “Gotcha!” 

He takes Ben in a kiss, hot and eager. 

God, he'd wanted to do that all fucking day. 

When they part, he's smiling again, finger pointing straight up to the ceiling. 

“Mistletoe.” 

His Benjamin is all giggles, shaking his head. 

“That's where you went!” 

“Duh,” he replies with a quirked brow. 

He trails his little spider to the kitchen. He watches, waiting patiently for Benjamin to stride under the next one positioned methodically right above the microwave. 

As soon as he's there, Homelander is upon him again. More tongue, he decides this time. He tastes his love, dances with him in an act wholly their own, pushes him back against the countertop, devours him.  

“Another one?” Ben gasps a laugh, yanking it down with a web. 

It had been held in place by a shoddy tape job. How perfectly in character… 

He sticks it to Homelander's forehead before leaning back in. 

“Easier this way,” Ben whispers against his lips. He's goofy, he's wonderful, and Ben's pretty sure he's going to find him barely covered by his cape underneath the Christmas tree in the morning, but that was all he really wanted for Christmas anyway. 

“Wanna go unwrap a present, Mister Benjamin?” Homelander asks, a sly twinkle in his eye. 

“As long as it's the big one wrapped in blue… I've had my eyes on it all night.”

Homelander breaks into a beaming grin, tossing Benjamin over his shoulder. 

“It's a big one alright! Santa said you were a very good boy this year.”

Recently depowered:

More domestic

Ben ensures a perfect pre-film of vought’s christmas special so that he has all the time in the world to spend with homelander

They spend the night before watching old christmas specials, but particularly the old grinch movie and a christmas carol.

They decorate a small tree a week ahead of time

Ben litters the house with mistletoe, just like homelander always did before everything changed

They snuggle up on the couch all night. Ben carries homelander to bed when he falls asleep

They wake, exchange gifts (of course, ben already knew what John got for him– he can see the amazon history), and all that jazz

Dinner is small. They stay home because homelander isn’t ready to see ben’s family after all that happened.

They bake cookies afterward. Store bought because neither wants to put forth that much effort, but they’re good and it gives homelander an excuse to down a glass of milk

Ben makes homelander watch the folgers christmas incest commercial for laughs

Ben swings them to central park and they walk around for a while.  It’s not overly cold, but there’s a blanket of snow still lingering and the occasional breeze knocks flakes free from the trees, giving the illusion of fresh snow falling.

They head back home eventually, snuggling up to one another in bed, content and peaceful.

#homelander #homelander x oc #homelander fanfiction #homelander smut #tag bc its alluded to #antony starr #the boys #the benlander agenda #the hat photoshop job is not the best but I desperately needed him in a santa hat

[bluemermaidjay]

Morning Kisses (Syntax x Reader)

Been writing up some drabbles lately, this was one that @beauleifu​ and @synoo​ requested I flesh out more. Hope you all enjoy Spider Smooches!

You drag your feet along the floor, only just coming home at the prime time of 1:35 in the early dawn. Your body is so exhausted. You could literally flop down on your couch, but choose to resist for at least 20 minutes while you clean the day off of you. It wouldn't be too much of a good idea to suddenly plop down on your sectional sofa since your roommate of 2 years, Syntax, opted to sleep there and put the TV on to fall asleep. You didn’t want to disturb his slumber at such an ungodly hour anyway.

  Slinking into the bathroom, you quickly wash up, drying your hair as much as you can with a towel before brushing your teeth and changing into your comfiest pajamas. You feel a little upset that you weren’t able to enjoy the warmth of the water for long, but thinking about it gave you a wonderful idea. Not wanting to sleep in your cold bed alone tonight after the agonizing torture work put you through, you tiptoe over to the couch and sneakily lay next to the spider demon. You lay facing him and pull some of the blanket covering him over you. Sleep washed over you almost instantly, a smile on your face as you drift into dreamland next to your personal heater.

Come morning, you wake up first due to the sunlight illuminating your living room. The TV automatically turned itself off which helped you with your rest, only being able to sleep in near-to-total darkness. You move your arm to rub the sleepies out of your eyes when you feel an arm already draped over your middle. At some point in the night, Syntax subconsciously noticed your form next to him and held you close as you slept. That alone made you blush, your skin decorated with goosebumps. You peer up at his still sleeping face, completely in awe at how gorgeous he looks with the morning light hitting his face in just the right way. He appeared absolutely breathtaking. You lean your face closer to his, wanting to steal a kiss while he was still fast asleep. You stopped yourself and pulled back, shutting your eyes and heavily blushing at the thought. You felt his arm move a bit before you opened your eyes to meet his own, his hand trailing up your side to cup your cheek.

"Well, if you won't do it, then I will." He mused before pulling in for a short, sweet kiss. You squeak as he does so and he smiles into it knowing fully well how flustered you are. He’s right to think so. Your focus was all over the place from the butterflies in your stomach to the warmth of the morning sun to his soft lips on yours.

He pulls away after a couple seconds to see your flushed face. He chuckles, “Good morning~ Would you like some coffee or did that wake you up enough?”

It takes you a moment to compose yourself after that. You can still feel his lips on yours even after he stops. You hum at his question, coming up with a response that would surely fluster him as well.

“Coffee sounds good, but I’m gonna need an extra shot or two of KISSspresso~” You smirk as he makes a noise akin to his breath catching in his throat, his cheeks turn a darker shade of purple at your flirt. He composes his thoughts before smiling at you, a shimmer in his eyes.

“I think I can whip that up for you.” He pulls you in for another, longer kiss. You know for a fact you won’t be getting your morning coffee as quickly as you expected, but that’s fine with you. His lips tasted better anyway.

#jay's writing #lego monkie kid #lmk syntax #lego monkie kid syntax #syntax x reader #syntax x y/n #AAAAAA LMK WHAT YOU GUYS THINK! #i haven't written in a long time so im open to constructive criticism~

[erebuscanread]

Day in the life: Robert “Bob” Floyd HC

(Not my gif)

Pairing(s): Robert “Bob” Floyd/AFAB!Reader

18+ MINORS DNI

Warnings: Suggestive language, mention of #bobfucks, fluff, domestic cuteness

Word Count: 850

Hello Hoomans! (This is where you respond with “Hello Head Lizard Librarian!”) Anyway it’s another day which means my trapped hooman gets to be enriched by posting a headcanon of theirs. Per the previous post please be kind as my hooman has just recently started writing and sharing their works again.

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Bob is a morning person. He gets up before the sun and goes for a run every morning. It’s due to being in the Navy for so long and having a routine down. Bob feels like his morning doesn’t start unless he gets in some form of cardio. ;) You’re always a willing participant in his alternative cardio choices.

After his run, Bob showers and then peeks into your shared bedroom to see if you’ve stirred any. If you are starting to wake he’ll typically join you for a quick cuddle before continuing to get ready for his day.

Part of your morning routine is sharing breakfast and either coffee or tea. If you’re still sleeping when he comes back from his run he’ll start breakfast and wake you up with your favorite morning beverage. If you’re awake, the pair of you work in tandem in the kitchen. It often feels like a professional dance piece, the way you two glide around each other. Bob enjoys being playful with you and will often grab your hand and twirl you if you pass by him. He also likes to bump his hip into yours just to hear you giggle. He is not above stealing as many smooches as he can without burning breakfast.

After breakfast Bob heads out the door for work.

During the work day you and Bob keep in touch via texting and Snapchat.

Bob enjoys sending you quick shots of what he's doing throughout his day. (He obviously doesn't take photos of top secret stuff, he's a good boy.) He also ropes Phoenix into taking photos of him to send you to. Phoenix always rolls her eyes but there's no malice in it. She's happy Bob has someone like you.

In return you send him photos of your day, your screen/desk at work, or your lounging around the house outfit.

Sometimes the texting gets spicy, you send a photo to Bob only wearing an old loose shirt of yours. The shirt would be scandalous in public but in the comfort of your own home and for the eyes of your partner, it's perfect. He'll counter your message with a photo of himself at the base's gym working out. He wears a shirt while working out but you can definitely see his defined muscles flexed in the photo. It adds to the tension of waiting for the day to be over so you two can be together again.

Bob loves emojis, any reason he can send you a mile long text of those cute little kissy faces he will do it.

After a good day at work you both usually have dinner together, catch up on your favorite shows and often end the night tangled up in bed.

Bob is always sweet, considerate and kind, but when you have a particularly bad day at work he pulls out all the stops.

On his way home he picks up food from your favorite take out place. He also swings by and snags a bundle of your favorite flowers.

He tries to get you flowers almost every week or every other week when he's not out on a mission. It's a sweet little routine that never fails to make your cheeks warm and your heart feel full.

Once home, he typically arrives after you. He's become a pro at reading your body language and can see how tense you are sitting on the couch.

He sets his stuff down by the door and gently greets you. He gives you a forehead kiss and gives you a shoulder squeeze. His smile is empathetic when he asks "rough day?" You feel blessed to have an emotionally mature man like Bob.

After eating together on the couch and watching whatever you're currently binge watching Bob sets up a soothing bath/shower for you. He'd light your favorite candle, put your favorite book on the bath caddy as well as sneak in your favorite sweet treat.

If you wanted Bob to keep you company, he absolutely would but he also completely respects your boundaries and your need for alone time if that's something you express.

If Bob hangs out with you he'd tell you about his day and talk about trivial things to help you get your mind off of things. He'd talk about the pissing match Roster and Hangman had at work again. Bob tells you that he's thinking about hanging a chalkboard in the locker room to keep track of "pissing competition free days," like the dog memes.

After you're done in the bathroom he'll help you dry off and help you with your night skin care routine if you'd like.

He'd also offer you a massage if it would help you relax even more. He doesn't intend to do anything nefarious to you during the massage. But we all know that Bob's a pussy eating champ and would love to get a taste of you. It's just a bonus if an orgasm or three helps you to unwind.

You and him would be a tangle of limbs on your bed. Whispering sweet nothings to you and coaxing you to sleep.

Every night and every morning Bob thanks his lucky stars for you. He'd walk the ends of the world for you. He plans to cherish you for the rest of your days.

Thank you so much for reading! I sincerely hope you enjoyed this! I’d love to hear your thoughts. xo, B

#top gun #top gun: maverick #top gun fanfiction #top gun maverick fanfiction #robert bob floyd x reader #robert floyd #robert bob floyd #robert floyd x reader #Robert Floyd x Reader #robert 'bob' floyd x female reader #robert 'bob' floyd x reader #robert 'bob' floyd x y/n #robert 'bob' floyd x you #robert floyd x female reader #robert floyd x you #robert floyd x y/n

[thekrows-nest]

normally i dont have my OCs be yanderes when I set them up with someone else's yan OC but i like the idea of a yandere primmy with krow <3<3<3 some more naughty stuff will come eventually

General Things:

Prim 100% has her hands on Krow all the time she's so insatiable 😭 (Ofc she stops whenever Krow asks- consent is sexy :lipbite:) I know she'd love to press long and drawn out smooches on Krow's lips only to nip his lip as she pulls away. Prim adores holding his hand all the time or wrapping her arms around his neck from behind. She peppers kisses all over krow's hands calling them pretty and gushes about how talented they are as an artist. Constantly compliments him on anything and everything. Prim would frame anything that Krow gifts her 🥰 She'd put little braids in his hair, transferring some of her hair clips onto him.

Prim's huge on gift-giving. I haven't specified it too much i think??- but Primmy’s not the type to just buy expensive gifts because they're expensive. (She haaates most of the popular luxury brands) She honestly puts the effort to buy gifts that are meaningful to her darling. I'd say Prim would avidly watch Krow paint/sculpt and take note of any paint/material he runs low on. As much as she would love for krow to let her spoil them with her money she understands that it can be overwhelming so she tries to be careful about it. She buys him groceries often because he probably cooks all the time for her since she cant cook for shit 😭

Yanyan things:

I don't think there's very many things that Krow would do to make her act rashly 🤔 I think they pair so well that its just unlikely jdhdbdbd

But i still wanna talk about kidnapping so lets pretend Primmy lost a few (more) screws

Krow would wake up in a plush bed, leg chained to the wall, enough slack to move around the room. Prim sits at the foot of the bed, perking up as she spots him awake. "Birdie! Good morning, love." She coos, leaping over and tightly hugging him. A sweet strawberry scent fills his senses. She tightly grips his face, looking at him with absolute adoration. "I know this seems a little scary but it's for the best. I can't have you getting away from me." She nuzzles him close, sharp nail nicking his cheek as she moves. She presses a kiss over the cut and licks the small bead of blood. Krow lifts a hand to feel his neck, a collar customized to suit him sit snugly on him. "Oh I'm so happy I have you here with me, birdie. We'll be together forever and ever." She lets out an airy giggle, lacing their fingers together.

Okay NOW I think I have the spoons to actually respond to this ndfgbld

Krow is totally fine with all the physical affection Prim wants to give him (the only time he'd really ask her to stop is when he is trying to work on some art, ESPECIALLY if it's something where he could accidentally nick her like if he was carving something). He'd definitely get a bit bashful over the compliments, but accept them in good stride. What affection she gives him, he returns in equal doses. Krow is like a mirror, reflecting the love and attention his Dove gives him in turn.

Small, meaningful gifts Krow can and does appreciate. Like I mentioned before, the more expensive and/or grand the thing, the more awkward he gets over it. Even if he KNOWS it is within Dove's price range, what makes him feel weird about it is that he cannot do the same in turn. Like, he can also gift small, cute stuff. But something impressive with a hefty price tag? Not at all. And he'll cook all the time for Prim. He enjoys it and food is something that makes him very happy. I hope Prim delights in different foods and cuisines like he does. You'll never get bored with Krow's cooking.

As for the yandere side of things hoo boy.

Like you said (and I think I did too), I highly doubt there's anything either one would do to make the other spiral into more crazy yandere acts. Prim I am sure wouldn't do anything to ignite Krow's jealousy (not to dangerous levels anyway) and I don't think Krow would do anything in turn.

But again, for the sake of the plot bunny, let's say he did.

Admittedly Krow is... torn?

On one hand, he is flattered that Prim loves him SO MUCH that she wishes to keep him forever and ever. He feels much the same! He'd love to stay forever! But also like... "Heheh, D-Dove, m-my Muse, y-you didn't have to g-go through s-such efforts. Y-you could have simply a-asked me to m-move in." And he was... never gonna get away from you?

And yet. And yet he thinks of his coworkers. Especially Luke and Jazzy. He loves the both of them too. He wants them in his life somehow. It is not like they replace Prim or are more important. Prim AND Luke with Jazzy are equally important! Krow knows he'll have to proceed with caution to convince Prim that he WILL be with them, forever and he isn't leaving them or anything. But he has some devotion to Luke and Jazzy too.

It's... a sticky situation for sure.

#krow asked and answered #krow in character #the krow's nest #dove prim #dove aviary

[maybeimamuppet]

The kisses prompt

#48

Cadnis

I beg you

hello my dear thank you for the ask

and also welcome to i think the longest “drabble” i’ve done so far hehe oops

48, kisses out of habit

Cady wakes up to her phone buzzing relentlessly on her nightstand. She groans as she rolls over onto her stomach and gropes around for it with one eye half-open. She winces at the brightness of the screen and scrambles to turn it down so she can actually see what it has to show her.

9:12 am. Still more texts coming in from Janis.

April 30.

They’re getting married today.

She swipes up and taps in her passcode, since her phone can’t recognize her sleepy face. Taps her way into her text thread with Janis.

babycakes: you are responsible for me just kissing damian on the fucking lips

babycakes: he’s yelling at me

babycakes: Sent a video: he really can multitask

babycakes: making pancakes and yelling at me at the same time

babycakes: I JUST DKDKING DID IT AGAIN

babycakes: I CAN NEVER TALK TO DAMIAN AGAIN

babycakes: i hope you’re happy with yourself

babycakes: oh my GOD

caddycat: Ok

caddycat: Back this truck up about ten miles

babycakes: I KISSED DAMIAN

babycakes: ON THE MOUTH

babycakes: T W I C E

caddycat: Congratulations

caddycat: And what does that have to do with me exactly?

babycakes: YOU

babycakes: dame let me have a sleepover in his bed

babycakes: and i forgot

babycakes: and i’m used to kissing u first thing when we wake up

babycakes: BUT IT WADNT YOU IT WASHIM AND I LISSED DAMIAN ON TEHMOUTH

babycakes: and then he brought me breakfast

babycakes: and i kiss you when you do that

babycakes: AND I FUCKING DIDIT GAAIN

Cady would’ve answered Janis’ flurry of texts by this point, but she’s laughing too hard too. They keep coming as Cady rolls around on the bed, clutching her aching stomach with tears in her eyes.

The chortles slow to chuckles after a while and she wipes the tears from her eyes with a last burst of giggles.

caddycat: My congratulations to the happy couple

babycakes: NHIS IS NOT HOW OUR WEDING DAY JS SUPOOED TO GO

caddycat: Is Dame mad?

babycakes: Sent a video: maybe ??

Cady opens this video of Damian, continuing his rant from the first.

“You’re supposed to be gay!” It begins. “I’m supposed to be gay! Today is literally your wedding day and you go smooching me! What resemblance do I bear to Caddy? Huh? She’s, like, two feet tall and maybe three pounds! Her hair is fucking red, Janis! Red! I am built like if a horse was a human and you say you kissed me because you thought I was her!”

Janis is giggling to herself in the background, but it sounds nervous. “It was habit! I swear!”

Damian is unphased. “I am supposed to be officiating your wedding in, like, eight hours! And here you go smooching the minister!”

“It’s a habit! Caddy and I kiss every morning when we first wake up!”

“Aww,” Damian coos before he gets back into it. “Anyway! Motherfucker! You can’t do this to me! Not today, do you have any idea how stressed I am?!”

The video ends there, sending Cady into another fit of giggles.

caddycat: He sounds mad

babycakes: are u mad ?

caddycat: Of course not

babycakes: oh

babycakes: good

caddycat: I think it’s cute

babycakes: motherfucker

caddycat: Hey now

caddycat: I’m about to be your wife

babycakes: hehe

babycakes: yeah

babycakes: can we go do that now?

caddycat: Thought you’d never ask

—-

Many, many hours later finds them doing exactly that. The two of them in long white dresses, hair and makeup done, all their friends and family dressed to the nines.

And the two of them, together.

“I now pronounce you wives. You may kiss. Each other, Janis.”

Janis barely snorts a laugh before grabbing her wife’s face and pulling her up to her lips. Cady smiles into the kiss and winds her arms around her wife’s waist. She’s smiling so hard she has to break it for a second. Janis smiles back before they lean back in.

“You are the best habit I’ve ever had,” she whispers when they break the second time.

Cady just smiles wider and pulls her in again.

#thank you friend!!! #also sorry if you were expecting something different but i had literally no idea what to do with this prompt lmao #hope it satisfies anyway #entropy with ezzy #cadnis #cady heron #janis sarkisian #damian hubbard #mean girls #ezzy gets an ask #also new hc cady calls janis babycakes