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rinhaler · 7 months

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sigh… toji is a good dad…. so i’m holding you at gun point for you to make a oneshot abt toji and his bimbo sugar baby or else

aaaaa my first request and ofc it's a toji one! i love the idea of bimbo reader going shopping all of the time with daddy's credit card, and she always gets megumi some treats too!

warnings: 18+ MDNI, fem!reader, soft dom!toji, age gap (reader 20s toji 30s), pussy eating, ddlg, squirting, established relationship, (reader can be mamaguro or step mother, whatever you prefer!).

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He always gets home so late.

It’s 4am, now, and usually your eyes are too weary and heavy to welcome him home. But you’ve been prancing around the penthouse since you got home from a particularly lengthy shopping spree. The damage all contained to daddy’s credit card.

Megumi doesn’t cause too much trouble for you these days. He sleeps through the night so long as you read him a story and leave on the night light. It reminds you of yourself when you see him cuddle up and drift off to sleep with his favourite plush.

Daddy doesn’t mind if you’re sleeping upon his return.

In fact, he prefers it.

It gives him time to shower and clean up the evidence of his misdemeanours before climbing into bed beside you. But he’s surprised when he gets back and sees the lights still on and R&B music softly plays throughout the apartment. You realise he’s home when you hear the door lock sharply behind him.

He saunters through the penthouse, his pace quickens as he ascends the stairs. He’s careful as he opens the door to Megumi’s bedroom, smiling as he sees his son sleeping soundly.

You spritz some perfume when you hear his footsteps approaching. It’s crazy how nervous he makes you, an unrelenting desire to be his perfect girl at all times. Maybe you shouldn’t have been chugging back champagne like it’s water, though.

“Baby?” he speaks, softly, not wanting to scare you if you’d just fallen asleep with the lights on. “I’m home, princess…” he smiles as you come into his view. Sitting so sweet ‘n patient on the end of the bed for him.

“Hi daddy.” you smile, crossing one leg over the other as you take another sip of champagne. “Missed you s’much…” you confess.

His eyes scan the room and takes in the countless shopping bags from high end stores. The aged scar on his lip pulls deliciously as he smirks at the sight, and then seeing you staring up at him so innocently makes his heart and his cock swell.

“Looks like you had some fun today. Gonna give daddy a heart attack if you keep this up.” he laughs, only half joking as he approaches to kiss your forehead. It’s soft, like you’ll shatter if he applies too much force. You’re so precious to him, so delicate.

“Wanted to get somethin’ nice for Shiu’s birthday party… wan’ you to be proud of me.” you explain, batting your lashes like butter wouldn’t melt.

“Daddy’s always proud of you.” he assures you, kissing you again. “This little outfit new?” he asks, eyes raking over your body to examine your new clothes. A short tight skirt and a plunging crop top that leaves little to the imagination. His body sinks so that he’s kneeling in front of you, caressing your thighs and rubbing soft circles into them.

“Mhmm, s’all new.” you nod, your legs uncross so that he can settle between them with ease. His green eyes still staring up at you like you are the first woman he’s ever seen. The only one that has and will ever mean something to him. “The boots are new too…” you tell him, showing off the tan over the knee platforms.

“They’re beautiful baby…” he tells you, head dipping to plant a chaste kiss to your thigh. He moves to pull away, though his movement halts before he can fully raise his head. His right hand smooths up your thigh and under your skirt, a single finger cocking the material to reveal your bare cunt. “What’s this? You couldn’t afford some pretty panties on my card or somethin’?” he grins.

“They’re over there.” you point, your perfectly manicured finger forcing his gaze to follow to see a sky-blue thong rolled up on the ground beside a bag filled with that very same thong in every colour.

“Oh dear, princess, how’d they get over there?” he teases you, widening your legs one at a time to ogle at your glittering flesh.

“I dunno…” you shrug, cheeks warming as he keeps grinning at you. “Think they fell off.” you lie, the little pout on your face hiding a shameful smile desperate to form.

“Awe, sweetheart. Been touchin’ yourself waitin’ for daddy?” he wonders, already knowing the answer. “Of course you have, look at the mess you’ve gotten yourself in.” he takes the champagne flute from your hand and places it out of reach, your hand briefly holds the crown of his head as he continues to kiss between your thighs.

“Maybe,” you giggle, biting your lip. “Need your help, daddy, please…” you beg. You look down at him as he rests his cheek on your thigh like a pillow. He sighs, though it isn’t filled with malice or disappointment. He’s tired, and he knows you should be sleeping.

“Okay, darlin’.” he nods. “It’s late, though, we’ve gotta sleep. Just my fingers, okay?” he suggests, though he means it like an instruction.

“No, daddy… please use your tongue.” you request, the words sound so angelic as they break free from your needy throat. “Promise I’ll sleep right after.”

“My tongue, huh?” he smirks. “Alright, baby. Cum in my mouth like a good girl.” he commands. His arms hook around your thighs as he allows his head to fall between them.

A raucous moan leaves you as you hear him slurping at your slick. You keep your legs open wide as both of your hands hold his head, petite fingers carding through obsidian locks. Your body shudders as lips wrap around your clit, easily sucking and almost forcing you off balance.

You release him from your grip and balance on your hands behind you, neck craned to look up at the ceiling despite your eyes being welded shut. Your mind and body controlled entirely by his mouth. Your thoughts swirling with the feeling and the building pleasure as he licks and laves and sucks and kisses.

He doesn’t say a word, but he can’t take his eyes off you. Watching how you react to everything he does. Seeing how you twitch and shudder when he changes his actions. You gasp as he reaches up to push your little crop top to rest near your clavicle. He encourages you to rest your newly freed leg over his shoulder as he nips and tweaks at your nipple.

“Fuh— daddy!” you cry.

The authoritative label never fails to make his cock leak whenever it spills from your pretty lips. He wants to touch himself while you cry out his name, and while you flood his mouth with your essence.

But he can’t.

He can’t because he knows if he does, he can’t rest there, he won’t.

He knows he’ll have to slip it between your puffy folds and fuck into you until your cunt is gushing and dribbling with your juices and his sticky, potent cum. He’ll fuck you until you’re unconscious and oblivious but so full and happy because he’s taken care of you just like a good daddy should.

He wants it all.

But he wants what’s best for you.

And he knows you should be resting, and so should he.

So, for now, straining against his pants while he devours your flavour is enough. Tears roll down your cheeks as he suckles and slurps again and again with no restraint, watching as you fail to hold back your bliss. His breath fans over your cunt when you look down at him. Crystalline tears clinging to your lashes like diamonds making his heart pound as he grunts into your heat.

“D-Daddy… think I-I’m close.” you tell him, a panicked strain in your words as you warn him. He keeps his pace and changes nothing, determined to bring you to your climax sooner rather than later. “Ah.. ah—! Feels funny, daddy! Ngh—!” you finish.

He pushes your legs apart as wide as they’ll go, he watches your pussy squirt clear liquid as you finish. He drinks it up like it’ll give him eternal youth, still swirling and licking his tongue over your cunt as he attempts to prolong the feeling for you. You stroke his head and play with his hair as he lets up on you, your body overcome with a chill as your tension leaves you.

You smile as he coats your body in gentle kisses, a silent action to note how proud he is. How much he adores you, how beautiful you are. He loves you more than words can begin to say.

He rests his head on your thigh again and stares up at you, his gaze filled with nothing but devotion. You feel him carefully pull down your boots without breaking his stare until he kisses down your legs behind the cold wake the absence of your boots cause.

“’m sleepy now, daddy.”

He smiles, happily. “Good girl.”

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heartual · 2 years

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i’m so sleepy 🛌

#🍄.txt #i think. the lexapro is rly starting to kick in now if the influx of vivid dreams tell me anything #i’ve woken up several times tonight from several weird dreams hhh #which isn’t that weird but it’s been happening more often lately and i can remember them in a lot more detail right after #not fun not fun my eyes r literally burning because i’m sleepy ough #it’s 6am but at least i don’t have class today 🦔#literally just told my oda coordinator it was helping me sleep better AAAAA. literally two days ago you’re joking

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wzrd-wheezes · 9 months

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Saw this pic and had to ask you to write something for Remus based on it? PLEASE (could be Sirius idk, pick whoever) mwah

AN - AAAAA THIS HAS MADE ME FERAL. ENJOY!!

contain: friends with benefits relationship, cocky remus - he’s kind of a dick but i love it. unprotected sex, spanking if you squint, choking, just the usual smutty stuff. Also i haven’t proofread this so sorry about that.

Y/N was pottering about the kitchen in her flat, in the midst of making herself her morning cup of coffee when her phone rang out. She smiled to herself, expecting to be a message from her best friend about God knows what she’d been up to the night before.

She glanced down at her phone which was laid on the countertop, tapping the screen to wake it up. The screen lit up and she laughed as she read the message.

“Woke up horny. Kinda want to fuck the shit out of you.”

a few moments later another message flashed up.

“Also, good morning.”

This had been ongoing for about six months. Remus and Y/N would run into eachother at a party and one thing would lead to another and a few hours later Y/N would find herself tangled up in his bedsheets. They were strictly casual, they’d barely speak outside of fucking, the only contact she really had with him was the occasional “you up?” text that would ping on her phone at 2am.

She rolled her eyes at the last message, a small smile forming on her lips. She had a slurp of her coffee and crossed into the living room, curling up on the sofa. Her fingers tapped across the screen, typing out her reply.

“This must be a new record for the earliest you’ve asked me to hook up with you.”

His reply was almost instant.

“Shut up. Are you coming over or not?”

Y/N chuckled to herself over how desperate he was sounding and decided to let him stew for a while before she would reply. She threw her phone down next to her on the sofa, her fingers wrapping around her mug of coffee as she brought it up to her lips. She’d barely finished it when her phone buzzed again with another message from Remus.

“Don’t ignore me.”

Her phone buzzed once more.

“Fuck it. I’m coming over. See you in 10.”

Rushing around to make herself look somewhat more presentable, she’d barely finished brushing her teeth when there was a knock at the door.

Remus stood tall, a light wash of stubble over his jaw and his hair messy. He leaned against the door frame as he waited for her to let him in.

“God. Do I really make you that desperate?” Y/N joked as she opened the door.

“Shut up.”

Remus didn’t even give her time to respond before he’d stepped into her flat, swiftly pinning her against the wall and kicking the front door shut behind him. His teeth grazed against her neck as he pressed up against her, one of his large hands bracing himself against the wall, caging her in with body.

“Want you so bad. Couldn’t wait any longer.” He said gruffly, kissing up her neck. Y/N let out a soft gasp as she rested her head against the wall, her hands finding their way into Remus’s hair.

His skilled fingers ran over the zip of her jeans, dragging them down so they pooled at her feet. Y/N removed her shirt as she stepped out of her jeans, throwing it on the floor. Remus’s hands traveled down to the backs of her thighs, cupping under her arse, strong arms tensing as her lifted her up, her legs wrapping around his waist.

“My bedroom is just-”

“I don’t care. I’m taking you here.”

Y/N’s back was pushed up against the wall, Remus holding her up with one hand as his other fumbled with his trousers, shoving them down so they sat low on his hips. Y/N tugged at the bottom of his t-shirt, shoving it up so she could run her hands up his toned stomach. Remus’s fingers latched onto the neck of his tshirt, pulling it over his head.

His hands greedily roamed over her chest, nimble fingers unhooking her bra before tipping his head down to catch one of her nipples between his lips. A groan escaped Y/N’s lips as his tongue darted around the sensitive flesh.

“That feel good, yeah?” Remus smiled smugly. He reached down to take his cock out of his boxers, pulling Y/N’s underwear to the side and rubbing it along her folds.

“Soaked f’me already?” he asked, a smirk still plastered on his face.

“Stop being cocky and just fuck me already.” Y/N said, breathlessly.

“You’re such a brat sometimes.” Remus chuckled, pumping his dick a few times before lining up with her entrance. He slipped just the head inside of her before halting, his eyes roaming over her face searching for a reaction. Y/N let out an inpatient whine, trying to shimmy her hips down to meet his.

“You’re awfully needy for someone who didn’t want me to come round and fuck you.”

“I didn’t say tha-”

Y/N couldn’t finish her sentence as a loud moan ripped through her from Remus plunging inside of her all of a sudden. She wrapped her legs tighter around him and his fingers dug deeper into the flesh of her arse as he held her in place. Using the wall as leverage, he braced her against it so he could pound into her, his hips snapping against hers.

Eventually, his hands left her legs, dropping her to the floor. Y/N’s legs felt like jelly as her feet hit the ground, she grabbed onto Remus’s bicep trying to steady herself. A strong hand wrapped around her throat, pushing her back up against the wall before spinning her around so her face was pressed against the hard surface.

“You’re so pretty when you’re desperate.” Remus muttered into her ear, nipping lighting on her lobe.

“Says you.” Y/N retorted, “You practically begged me to come over here.”

Remus laughed and landed a harsh slap on her arse before entering again.

“And you’ll be begging me to let you cum if you carry on.”

A small laughed tumbled from her lips and she rolled her eyes at him. Remus reached around and grabbed her throat, squeezing slightly as he pounded into her. He sunk his teeth into the skin where her neck and shoulders met, earning a groan from Y/N as she pushed her body back into him. Remus grunted as he thrust into her, one hand wrapped around her throat and the other reaching down to rub circles on her clit.

Y/N’s moans grew louder as she reached her peak, rocking her hips back to meet Remus’s as if she couldn’t bare the thought of him sliding out of her.

“Y’getting close?”

She nodded frantically in response.

“Beg for it then.” Remus whispered.

“Fuck off.”

“Fine. I’ll stop then.” he moved as if he was going to pull out of her and she quickly grabbed at his arm.

“Don’t you fucking dare.”

“Beg me to let you come then, pretty girl.”

Y/N groaned, not wanting to give in to him. Remus was slowly sliding his cock out of her, the tip barely just inside her.

“Please.” her words came out barely above a whisper. Remus chuckled.

“You can do better than that.” he smirked, his hands kneading at the flesh of her arse.

“Please, Remus.” she squeezed her eyes shut, her pussy pulsing around what was left of him inside her, “Please let me cum.”

“See? That wasn’t so hard, was it?” he murmured condescendingly, slipping fully back inside her. He picked up his pace again, quickly bringing her back to the edge. He moaned lowly as he felt her squeeze around him, bringing him closer to his own release.

“That’s it. Cum for me.” His fingers found her clit again, using it to bring her closer and closer to the edge.

Y/N threw her head back against Remus’s chest as she came, her pussy gripping around him tipping him over the edge. She panted, a string of moans coming out as Remus’s thrusts got sloppier. He pulled out of her and she panted trying to regain her breath.

Remus leaned lazily against the wall, running a hand through his already messy hair, cocky smile still plastered on his face.

“Until next time,” he said, doing up his trousers, long fingers skimming over his belt as he fastened it back up.

“See you tomorrow,” Y/N grinned cheekily at him, getting dressed as she watched Remus walk out the door.

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solazu1 · 2 months

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blep!!! Art below!!!

Ohhhh my shit I almost forgot to post this before bed jekhekehdwkhd. Doodle page filled with literally fuck all idk, it’s all extremely self indulgent shit. We got a LOT of genderbent Au stuff with Jam included, anddddd yeah there’s like 2 road-trip scenario doodles in the corner LMAO

SUGGESTIVE JOKE THROWN IN THERE AAAA!!!! BE WARNED!!! AAAAA!!! AND ALSO SOME BOOBENTITTEN!! AAA!! hehekeheheh I’m so tired holy shit I’m knocking out after this.

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I am just a mere, little ol’ lesbian here trying to draw gay ppl cut me some slack

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captianprices40thson · 5 months

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good morning good fellow could you write more about Graves x male!reader? I love your writing and 🫡🫡🫡 this american twink makes me feel things I don't like.

It's only right to think about the guy you love and hold him tight.

Warnings: None. Very fluffy. There is a little bit of internalised homophobia but that’s only if you squint and use a magnifying glass. A swear word or two. Not edited.

Requested: Yes!

Words: 1.5k

Pairing: Phillip Graves x M!Reader

Pronouns used: You/Yourself. Reader is male and receives masculine compliments.

AAAAA SORRY I’VE BEEN GONE FOREVER. School caught up to me (you know how finals are in my country.) But I’m nearly on break and will be able to write a lot more. Enjoy this extravaganza of bullshit and pain.

“Phillip-” You groaned as he dragged you through the home you shared, blindfolded. Of course, you knew where he was taking you, you had walked this path a million times before…but he still wanted you blindfolded.

“Almost there, handsome.”

“Why am I blindfolded?” You asked, curiosity getting the best of you. Sure, you didn’t ask any questions when he put it on you from behind, but it felt like he was dragging you around for a good seven hundred minutes.

“Because I have a surpriseee.” He responded and you could practically hear the grin in his voice. The American man continued to hold your hand with his own, which was surprisingly soft for a man like him who spent his days in gloves and handing things rather rough.

“Phillip, I have to cook dinner.” You mumbled, getting the slightest bit frustrated. Yes, you loved this man with all your heart, but he really needed to stop doing this shit when you had just gotten home after a long day.

“Okay, okay…we’re here.” He smiled and let go of your hand, leaving you in the darkness that was the blindfold. You were left alone for a moment, before his reassuring hands came from behind to remind you that you were not alone, and that he would be taking it off now.

“Surprise.” He smiled as the blindfold came off and your eyes scanned around the room. It was what was previously the living room, now turned into an assortment of pillows, blankets, a few stuffed animals that came from both you and him, and overall just a comfortable ass looking room. The TV and coffee table were not covered, although the coffee table had an assortment of food he knew you loved.

“I know you had a rough day at work and…figured you might just want to relax.” He continued, walking further into the room. He had taken his shoes off, revealing he was wearing cat paw print socks you had gotten for him ages ago as a joke. You were going to mention it, but he spoke first, handing you a pair of matching socks, although they were black and pink instead of his white and pink.

“Don’t think your amazing and totally cool husband would let things like a bad day slide. It's relaxing time, big guy.” He smiled and you felt like he could not have said anything more cringe. Though, that’s why you liked him. He was cringe and to be honest, so were you.

“Jesus Christ, Phillip.” You smiled, taking your socks off. “You’re so cheesy, you know that?”

“So are you? Remember what you did when I kissed you the first time?” He retorted, sitting down on the couch which was currently covered in a blanket with a stupid amount of pillows.

“Yes, I understand. I said crikey. I was seventeen. It was cool back then.” You responded, taking off your own shoes and socks in order to put on the pair your husband had given you.

“Was it though?” He asked, picking up the remote and turning the Tv on.

“Oh like you can talk, Mr ‘Totally straight until you met me.’” You smiled as you sat down on the comfortable couch next to him.

“Oh you know what?” He groaned and before you could say anything, he tackled you on the couch, ending up on top of you with his head in your neck. You both laughed, his body pressing on top of yours was comforting and felt like home. The weight of his body on yours was a reminder that you were very real and very loved.

“Wanna watch YellowJackets?” He whispered, knowing that you had a strange fascination with Jeff. When you had first watched it, you had thought that the man was your husband due to them looking so similar. He didn’t see it. You wondered if he had a twin named Warren that he either didn’t know or didn’t tell you about.

“Absolutely.” You mused, watching him sit up and lie down on the other side of the couch. He invited you over to lay next to him, your body pressed against his. You could feel his body pressed against yours, his arm snaking around your waist in order to hold you tight.

“This feels…out of character for you.” You told him, looking around at the pillows and blankets strewn all over the place. You were right, he would never usually do this for you…what changed? You turned your body over to face him, his features changing from resting to deep thought and finally, a loving look that said more than words. “I had a…realisation at work today. Nothing big but…my time with you is precious. I don’t want to constantly be Graves around you…I want to be Phillip. And Phillip doesn’t want his husband to come home to no comfort after what I heard was a shitty day.” He told you, moving his hand to hold your face, gently moving his thumb up and down your features. He was right, this was Phillip. Not Commander Graves that you knew so well...the Phillip who you married.

“Romantic.” You murmured, going in for a kiss. He reciprocated, holding you as your lips touched. It was a shitty day, but you were pretty sure this man could make anything better if he put the effort in. He was just like that.

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Long after you had fallen asleep and he had turned the TV off, Phillip lay awake, still holding you close to him. You were facing him, so he was able to study your features. God, you were so handsome. In his eyes, there was literally no one else more beautiful than you (and he’s met Gaz so that is huge.) His eyes looked over your lips, your perfect nose, your closed eyes and soft breathing as you slept. Could he have anyone more perfect than you?

“I am so lucky…” He whispered, moving a hand to rest against your cheek, caressing your face.

“You are so easy to love…and I was not. And yet you loved me anyways…god, I don’t deserve you.” He mumbled, a small smile on his face as he spoke to himself. He wanted you to hear him say that…but he didn’t think he was ready to admit this stuff aloud. The Phillip you knew was still under a protective layer of Graves.

“You are also very easy to please…and you’re a great cuddler…you’re just…amazing.” He told you, almost waiting for you to open your eyes and reveal you were awake the whole time.

“And…I want to be there for you more.” He continued to whisper, the ring finger on his hand suddenly feeling a whole lot heavier than it did before. He took a breath, ready to say it aloud for the first time.

“I want people to know we’re married. I don’t want this to be hidden anymore…I want to tell my shadows, I want to wear my wedding ring to work…I want to be romantic with you publicly. I don’t want to hide you anymore.” He admitted, a small tear in his eyes forming. “Starting tomorrow…I will be Phillip…the Phillip that loves you and wants you to know. The Phillip that isn't scared anymore.” He affirmed, the tears now rolling down his face. You continued to sleep, you dumbass, not knowing that this man was confessing his heart out to you right now. But not in the way he did when you were both nineteen.

A small kiss on your forehead was felt, making your unconscious form form a small smile, before he wrapped his arms around you and fell asleep, feeling like he had gotten such a big weight off of his chest…and he had.

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“I’m headed out. I'll be home late tonight so don’t wait for me.” He told you as you entered the kitchen, having gotten dressed into your own work clothes.

“M’kay. Love you handsome. Thankyou for last night.” You smiled, walking up to him and kissing him on the lips. He nodded, then turned to go and leave the house, opening and closing the door…and he was gone.

You took a sigh, holding up your wedding ring hand. You also took it off every morning before work. It was something you hated doing but…you understood it was not ideal to be queer in your work environment. You took off the golden ring, moving over to the small wooden tray in the kitchen where you both placed yours every morning. You placed it down next to…no. His wasn’t there. He had taken his own to work. A wave of serotonin rushed through you as you realised what he had done.

You picked yours back up, a moment of hesitance. Do you take yours with you as well, or put it back? If he was brave enough to do the act, why weren’t you?

A moment of thought, tossing the ring back and forth in your hands. Then, you made your choice.

HAHAHA SCREW YOU. CLIFFHANGER. This is like inception. It's up to interpretationnnnn~.

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latenightsimping · 1 year

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Just saw your tags about the Eddie finding reader sleeping in weird positions, by all means please write it!!!

I’d love to see your take on it tbh 👌👌

- @greenishghostey

Aaaaa thank you so much for letting me write this, and also for followers, the post that inspired this is here! Go give it a read, it's so fuckin' pure and lovely and aaaa

It was the little things, that made Eddie fall head over heels in love with you. It was your infectious laughter, that could pull him out of any slump he found himself in. The little pout that you pulled when you were sleepy, that made him want to kiss you. The roll of your eyes when he made a bad joke, followed with the smirk you so desperately tried to hide.

It didn’t mean that some habits didn’t confuse him, though.

Shuffling through the front door, he did his usual routine of calling out his signature sing-song “I’m home,” only to be met with no reply. He took a mental inventory as he tossed his keys onto the sideboard. Your shoes and coat were in the hallway, combined with your keys beside his own. No lights on, save for the faint glow coming from the bedroom. You were partial to taking naps after work, and that seemed to be the most likely reason for no reply.

Toeing off his work boots, he padded down the hall to find out if he was correct, only to be met with the sight of tangled limbs and the even rise and fall of your chest. He couldn’t help but smirk as he leaned against the doorway, shaking his head in disbelief.

There was no way you could possibly be comfortable. Your neck was at an angle that gave the impression that someone had snapped it, with an arm behind your back that you were laying on. Legs under the blankets that he couldn’t even begin to fathom the position of, and your soft snores filling the silence. A little bit of drool on the pillow, but fuck, even that was cute to him. Another little habit that was another check mark on the ‘why I love them’ list. The fact that you fell asleep in a ‘normal’ position, only to wake up knotted up like a pretzel that couldn’t possibly be comfortable - or even feasible.

Checking the clock on the bedside table, he considered leaving you to sleep, but decided against it when he remembered how out of sync your sleep schedule could get if your naps went on too long. Taking sure steps towards the bed, he kneeled on the mattress and bent down to peck small, feather light kisses all over your face.

“Sweetheart,” he crooned, so softly that it was barely a whisper. But it was enough to prompt you to let out a small sleepy squeak, his heart melting at the sound as you squirmed underneath him. “C’mon, time to get up.” Voice saccharine sweet, filled with adoration and tenderness as he nuzzled his nose against the warmth of your flushed cheek.

He heard your complaint, a small elongated ‘no’, as you squirmed to free your trapped arm to wrap around his neck. A few more kisses and a large hand rubbing up and down your spine was all it took for your eyes to blink open, screwing shut once more as you yawned.

“Well hi there, sleepyhead,” he chuckled as you pulled away slightly, your hand coming up to rub the sleep out of your eyes. “Have a good nap?”

“What time is it?” was your slurred reply, the groggy quality to your voice making his heart melt as he positioned himself sitting up against the headboard to pull you into his lap.

“Little past six,” he answered as he brushed errant tendrils of hair away from your face. Eddie thought you were beautiful every second of the day. But there was something about the sight of you just waking up that made his heart melt. Maybe it was because it was a side of you that only he saw; a little bit vulnerable, so human, the goal of finding his body to curl up to as if on instinct every time you were in bed together. He didn’t mind the morning breath and remnants of sleep stuck in the corners of your eyes. He’d take it all in his stride, so long as every morning, he felt the tug on his shirt that meant you wanted to cuddle up to him.

You stretched out your limbs, the soft cracks of your joints audible as you groaned in relief. “M’ neck aches,” you mumbled, a slight whine to your tone as you rest your head on his chest.

It was near instinct that caused his calloused fingers to find the nape of your neck, gently rubbing at the muscles to try and relieve the strain.

“Not surprised,” he answered, voice filled with warm amusement. “Considering you sleep like twisted up Gumby.”

“Do not,” you huffed, sounding half convincing, though he could hear the smile in your voice without even looking.

“Suuure,” he drawled, head knocking back against the headboard as his eyes threatened to close. Now he was able to sit still for longer than five seconds, with the warmth of the apartment and your body weight grounding him, he could see the appeal in after work naps. “You wan’ pizza tonight?”

Your only answer was a hum of agreement, getting yourself comfortable as you shifted in his lap. And apparently, comfortable was your knees near pressed to your chest, one ankle twisted over the other. “Five more minutes.”

He knew it was a bald faced lie. You knew it, too. Five minutes would be another half hour. But neither of you could find it within yourselves to care too much.

#eddie munson x you #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson x reader #stranger things imagine #stranger things x you #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things x reader #late night drabbles

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I just have to say how much I love Penacony 😭 it’s a good update for me to be bi lmfaoooo

Also can we talk about how much of a malewife Gallagher is? Like he would W O R S H I P youuuu omg he’s just AAAAA—

I’m like I CAN’T pull for all these characters why are they doing this to us?!!! I want them ALL-

Mild Penacony spoilers. Just the Gallagher stuff

The way we were given like. Five seconds of Gallagher content but I was SCREAMING he was SO hot-

The voice the attitude oh my gosh why was he lowkey suave?? I’m swooning- the way I would’ve caved immediately if it was ME he was calling “lovely” like Firefly scoot over that should be MEEEEE-

Ok um I know you didn’t ask for Gallagher hcs or anything but I cannot help it haha…

But yes SO malewife and YES the man would Worship you- he treats you literally SO well…

Based on just my general impressions of him he genuinely seems a little…lonely. Just UGH lonely scruffy man-I’m so in love.

But yeah I think he would be Very surprised if you were actually showing romantic interest in him. He’s like…me?? Really?

But YEAH be persistent and I think you could eventually land a date with Gallagher. UGH just IMAGINE him asking you on a date…nothing crazy, he just wants to take you to dinner and maybe show you the sights of Penacony.

He’s actually REALLY SWEET ABOUT IT oh my gosh I just had a thought.

He comes by to pick you up and he’s brought you a bouquet and chocolates or whatever you like-very classic and traditional of him-he hasn’t done anything like this in a while so he’s a little rusty but dang it he’s going to TRY. He actually really likes you and he wants this to go well.

The date goes great-he’s got that “complicated past” thing going on so he doesn’t really talk about himself much…which is a shame because you really want to get to know him. But on the other hand he seems SO genuinely interested in YOU. And you actually get to see him smile and have a good time for the first time and oh wow he is MESMERIZING~

You’re staring at him when he laughs at one of your jokes because WOW-you can’t help it he’s SO handsome and his personality is amazing and ugh you know it’s the first date but you literally want to marry him-

He’s a gentleman so he takes you back to wherever you’re staying to make sure you get inside safely, and yeah you go for the kiss because how can you not? Just on his jaw though, your fingers fiddling with his loose tie while you place a gentle kiss on his scratchy chin.

He looks flustered, but he’s already planning what he’s going to do for you on the next date. Probably something a little more personal…I’m imagining he’ll take you to his bar and make you a few personalized drinks or something if you’re into that~

MALEWIFE ugh I’m in LOVE-

The thing is he’s a Really busy man. But he will do literally whatever he can to make time for you. He Really wants this relationship to work out…but I think the marriage conversation would scare him at the same time…I mean that’s a huge commitment. And…I don’t know…he feels like a man who’s been hurt before.

I’m so glad someone said something about Gallagher haha thanks so much for giving me an excuse to ramble about this man~

Forget it I’m opening up Gallagher requests for a bit haha~

Gallagher fans you got anything for me? Please I’m Desperate-

#honkai star rail #honkai star rail x reader #Gallagher #Gallagher x reader #Hsr Gallagher x reader #honkai star rail Gallagher x reader

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wonwooslibrary · 10 months

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svt as boyfriends ♡ wonwoo edition

member: wonwoo x gn!reader genre: fluff, bullet points :3 word count: 876 summary: wonu's gamer bf era warnings: none !! just know that i am in love with jeon wonwoo. (me saying things like that is what makes it hard to see i'm a junhui ult on this blog) author's note: happy wonwoo day !!!!! summer is about half way over :( but I hope this wonu boyfriend au will make you feel better <3

There is absolutely no way that the Jeon Wonwoo is not the “gamer bf”

I have some very specific thoughts about boyfie Wonwoo so buckle your seatbelts and make sure to keep all hands and feet in the cart while it is in motion

Quality Time

Jeon Wonwoo is the king of quality time!!

He would so much rather just chill with you at home than go anywhere

Hates parties and only goes to them if another member of svt is hosting it because he’ll feel bad if he doesn’t spend time with his brothers

Feels uncomfortable around your friends but will go with you to see them anyway because as long as he’s with you, he’s happy

ABSOLUTELY loves when you ask if you can join him when he is gaming!

If you play games a lot, he’ll be all pouty when you beat him at something like Call of Duty, but if you don’t play games a lot, you’ll be pouty when you find out he let you win at Mario Kart

He would also love to just have cuddle time where he reads his articles online and you just game on your phone, read a novel or something

Words of Affirmation

THIS MAN IS FSDKJFNSDKJ so good at affirmation pls I could sob just thinking about it

He never fails to make you feel worthy, and perfect !

Always compliments you when he’s watching you do something, like if you win a race in Mario Kart he’d be saying something like “I’m so proud of you, good job!” even if it is something simple

He’ll be over the freaking moon if you tell him you got a promotion at work, he’ll go on a rant about how much he loves you and will be on your side no matter what

Do pet names count as words of affirmation bc Wonu is the type to say something like “babygirl/babyboy”, “sweetie” or “sweetheart” aaaaa

Just imagine him being like “good morning, sweetheart” AAAA sorry i’m in love-

Anyway Wonu is amazing at compliments and also loving you

Physical Touch

Is awkward lmao but he will try his best

He would love to rest his head on you, if you’re taller, in between your shoulder blades while back-hugging you, but if you’re shorter, on your shoulders

I can totally see him waiting to hold your hand when you’re shopping, going on dates, or just chilling in the living room

Loves cuddles but would refuse to admit to it

Please let this man be the softie we all know he is !!

Though, even tho he loves being around you and touching you…he always needs his alone time, and you are more than willing to accept that because let’s face it: everyone needs to be alone once in a while

He is such a simp tho, if you ask for even the slightest PDA he goes all out, even if he gets embarrassed about it: he’ll wrap his arms around your shoulders if you’re sitting next to each other in a movie theater or a restaurant

He’ll also 100% playfully push you, like if you tell a really bad joke or if he is pretending to be annoyed with you (we all know he could never actually have any negative feelings towards you)

Acts of Service

Acts of service is totally his calling: he’ll love to do literally anything for you

When you can’t sleep or are sick, you’ll ask him to sing you something to relax you and he’ll sing for hours until the both of you are asleep next to each other

He seems like the type to love doing simple chores like laundry: it keeps him distracted, gives him the alone time he needs, and it helps you out !

As soon as you pull a “Wonu could you do this for me 👉👈 🥺” he’ll be sprinting to make you happy

My favorite Wonwoo act of service is: teaching you how to do things…

This man loves to learn, and who else is he going to share his knowledge with? You want to know better ways to keep your plants alive? He’s got you!

You’re unsure how to make this side dish for dinner? He’s texting you links to twenty different recipes and helping you pick the one you like most

He just loves to interest you in these silly little facts that he hopes would help you with something, whether it be now, or in 10 years

He’s a helpful bean <3

Gift Giving

Uses his money to his advantage (pls stop him before he takes over the world)

If you even mention an article of clothing being cute in a store, you suddenly have one of every color the next day

If you are like “Hey Wonu do you wanna go see __ in concert?”, you best believe that he’s buying you VIP tickets

And when you complain to him that he is spending way too much money on you, he just shrugs

“What else am I going to do with my money? We have a nice place, and I have everything I could want, as well as you, I might as well use it to make you happy”

I love him…

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