#he’s my love I wanna brush his hair and snuggle him he’s got a lot of issues in that poor brain of his

[bumblebeesfromvenus]

Diamond Rings 💫

Bale!Bruce Wayne x wife!reader

A/N: I finally got around to writing this lovely request!! Fluffy morning sex is perfect for Bruce AHHH 😭 and this is also the sequel to 'My Precious Jewel' !! Get your nom noms :3

~Fi 🐝

《Prompt》: the ask is here!

《Requested by》: anon <3

《Warnings》: NSFW CONTENT. proceed with caution. Handjob, edging (barely), PiV, throat holding (???), creampie (don't be like them), lil bit of cockwarming, so fluffy it's sickening, Bruce is a hopeless romantic, change my mind. (You can't)

《Word count》: 2.6k

Sequel to My Precious Jewel ♧

Can be read as stand alone as well though!

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Please don't copy my work! I put a lot of effort and heart into the things I write.

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The morning sun was streaming in through the curtains, tickling your face. You stirred, craning your neck to take a peak at the time. 8:39 am. You sighed sleepily, turning around and snuggling closer to the man who had his strong arms wrapped around you.

You smiled softly as you saw his peaceful expression, still dreaming away. Feeling a cold sensation on your hot skin, you gently lifted the covers. The hand that held you tightly yet so lovingly had a gold ring sitting on its ring finger. You quickly inspected your own hand, finding a golden wedding band there as well.

You had to stop yourself from squealing like a little girl when you realized that all of it, the wedding, the reception and the kiss weren't a dream. You were officially married now.

There were so many emotions bubbling up in your chest. Unbridled joy, disbelief, and pure excitement. But, you'd decided to deal with all of that later, and for now just enjoy your first morning snooze as Mrs. Wayne.

You pressed a sweet kiss to Bruce's lips, and closed your eyes, burying your face in his t-shirt clad chest. It wasn't even 9 in the morning. You'd sleep till dusk like this if you could. Safely in the embrace of your now husband, feeling each other's steady heartbeat and soft breaths.

A comfortable silence lingered over the estate, safe for Alfred who was probably doing all kinds of things already. You'd urged for him to sleep in today, he deserved a break. But, to your dismay, you knew the man and he couldn't just sit and relax even if he was chained to the chair. Well, as long as he enjoyed whatever he had to do you wouldn't complain.

Your slightly parted lips were pressed right above his heart, gently brushing the cozy fabric of his shirt with every breath. One of your arms was slung over his waist, your fingertips gliding over his back in whatever random pattern your wrist decided to carry out. It was a soothing gesture, making Bruce hum sleepily as he pressed his lips to the top of your head, your hair tickling his face.

His arms tightened around you, making it clear that he didn't want to leave the bed either. He felt like he had been put in chains, in a loving and warm way, not in a constricting and controlling manner. The chains that were your love and affection kept him tied down, sinking into the soft sheets, with an even softer you in his grip.

"Don't ever wanna leave this bed..." you mumbled into his chest. A drowsy smile tugged at Bruce's lips as maneuvered you closer so your legs were intertwined.

"I don't either... never wanna be without you." He sighed, feeling the familiar and gentle call of sleep.

"Wanna sink into the mattress, let it swallow us whole."

Your husband chuckled softly. Lack of sleep and early mornings did tend to bring out the poet in you.

"You can tell me all about that in, say... 4 hours?" His words were jumbled, the heavy fog of slumber taking over his brain. It took you a minute to put together what he said, as your own brain was still neatly tucked in its own metaphorical bed.

The furrow in your brows softened when you understood what he was trying to tell you, and you pulled the blanket tighter around the both of you.

"Very, very good idea."

Soon enough, you slipped back into colorful dreams, safely tucked against Bruce's chest.

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A strange feeling that settled in Bruce's bones is what woke him up. It wasn't an unpleasant feeling by all means, it was just... odd. A peculiar buzz in his skull, that slowly trickled down into his spine. It was euphoric almost, making him hazy about his surroundings but too aware of every nerve in his body.

His shirt was soft, too soft, and the buttons on the pillowcase dug uncomfortably into his ribcage. The sliver of sun that managed to sneak its way through the thick curtains fell directly on his face.

His nose scrunched up as the blinding light slowly burned his eyes. Yet the warming and comforting feeling on his cheeks made him stay in place, taking in the new day instead of pulling the covers over his face.

He shifted slightly, shivering when a cool sensation set the nerves in his thigh on fire. The sight of your hand, your married hand, on his leg, made a fire ignite in his stomach that was so ravenous and destructive it could've turned him to ash from the inside out.

The gleaming of your ring, the ring that he put there, made his heart rush and his cock twitch in his briefs.

"Been waiting for you to wake up." With a sweet smile playing on your lips and a certain glint in your pretty eyes that he'd seen many times before, you stroked your thumb over his skin. Your touch made his breath hitch ever so slightly, which didn't go unnoticed by you. It never did.

You were able to read Bruce like an open book, all the tricks he'd acquired over the years and used on the public to shift his image didn't work on you. They never really had, even from the beginning. For some odd reason, that he couldn't explain, you could see right through him.

"Hm, yeah? Could've just woken me up, honey. You're my wife now, after all." Bruce grinned, a strong arm sneaking around your back and pressing you flush against his chest. Your cheeks were on fire. That word still flustered you to the high heavens, and you reckoned it would for a little while.

"It would've been a shame to wake you. You looked like you were crafted by the gods." You whispered softly, pressing your lips to his in a tender but hungry kiss. Bruce melted into you, his eyes fluttering shut as he lost himself in the feeling of his lips on yours, moving gracefully against each other. With heavy breaths, puffy lips and glazed eyes you severed your connection.

"The sun sitting on your cheekbones," your fingertips traced over his face in such a gentle manner, one could assume you were afraid of breaking his peacefulness.

"And on your lips," your thumb swiped over his bottom lip, which curled up into a smile.

"Down your neck... it would've been a crime to break such beauty."

Your hand settled on the back of his neck and gently kneaded his muscles.

"I'm flattered, though no beauty can ever match yours, my love. You will eternally be the universe's rose, blooming in all your glory no matter if the sun shines or not."

"You need to stop reading all those books Alfred recommends to you." You giggled, an obvious blush on your face.

"I don't think I will." He smirked before capturing your lips in a kiss again. It was desperate and full of passion, making you sigh softly against his mouth. His hands became needy, grabbing at the fat of your hips. Bruce trailed his kisses over your cheeks, to your jaw and down your neck, sucking and gently biting at your skin.

You moaned quietly, your body sinking into the sheets at the feeling of his lips against your skin. Grabbing at the hem of his white shirt, you swiftly pulled it over his head, revealing his mouth-watering physique to you. The hand that had been resting on his thigh up until this point now cupped the tent in his briefs, stroking gently but with a firm hand.

He groaned into your shoulder, squeezing you tighter.

"None of that, baby, look at me." You cooed softly, gripping the hair at the base of his skull and gently pulling him away from your neck. Your hand dipped into his underwear and gave his cock a few strokes before shoving his briefs down his thighs.

Never breaking eye contact, you licked a fat stripe over your palm, guiding your hand down to his dick and rubbing at the tip. His lips parted slightly and few throaty groans left him.

"J-Jesus Christ, sweetheart, your hands really are magic." He breathed out, his head tipping forward just a smidge as you found a steady pace with your hand wrapped around him.

"Only for you, always for you.." you whispered against his cheek, feeling his breathing speed up. His hands were digging into your hips by this point as you circled the tip of his cock with your thumb, his pre-cum and your spit slicking him perfectly.

When you ran your finger over the underside of his shaft, against the bulging vein, pretty moans spilled from his lips as he approached his high. But before he could float on that cloud of bliss, you retracted your hand and left him hanging on the edge. His eyes were hazy and filled with need and desperation as he let out a frustrated groan.

"You're gonna regret that, little minx." Bruce smirked, but there was a fire in his eyes that made the heat in your belly boil over.

"Will I?" You challenged with a wicked smile, making him chuckle before smashing your lips together and silencing any further comment you might've made.

He pushed you onto your back and quickly pulled your nightgown over your head before sliding your panties down your legs.

Bruce's hands were placed on your inner thighs, pushing your knees further apart. He groaned at the sight of your glistening cunt, pupils swallowing the brown of his irises whole. Your naked form isn't something he hadn't seen before, but his mind was foggy with emotions of all kinds; the golden sunlight that painted your skin, the way your hair fell into your face, and that sparkly diamond on your finger making his heart swell in his chest.

You were his, through and through, and he never doubted it, but to see that solid piece of evidence sitting so nicely on your ringfinger made something stir in him; something primal, almost.

His hands trailed to your waist, kneading your flesh, as he leaned forward to be closer to you.

"I'd eat you till morning, honey, but I need to be inside you." You could tell that he was trying to hide the urgency and need in his voice, blanketing it in a soft and loving tone.

"I need you inside. Please, my love." You begged needily, wrapping your legs around his waist and pulling him in until his dick was prodding at your entrance.

"Besides," you whispered when his head found its place in the crook of your neck,"you can always have me for breakfast later."

With an amused huff, he slowly pushed inside of you, filling you up delightfully.

"You'll be the death of me." Bruce groaned, intertwining your fingers on both hands and pressing his forehead to yours.

Your beautiful moans echoed softly in the bedroom when he started to slowly thrust his hips into yours.

The movement knocked the breath from your lungs every single time, your nerves tingling with a sizzling fire that crawled up your spine. He sped up his thrusts, moaning and groaning against your lips.

You pressed your hand against his chest to slow him down again.

"Slow, slow... wanna feel every part of you."

You could've sworn you heard the faintest whimper escape his throat, gripping your hands tighter has his cock dragged along your walls. You could feel every ridge and bump, your head lolling to the side in bliss.

With languid and deep thrusts, Bruce continued to bring the both of you to the edge of your ecstasy. As your moans got louder, you reached for the hand with his ring on it and gently placed it around your neck.

Your husband shifted his weight so he wouldn't fall on top of you, but there was a hint of concern in his eyes. You placed your ringed hand on top of his and gave it a reassuring squeeze.

You just wanted him to gently hold your throat, wanting to feel the cold metal against your burning skin.

"You won't hurt me, I promise. Jus' need you to hold me- fuck!" You cried out at a particularly deep thrust, squeezing your eyes shut and digging your nails into the back of Bruce's hand.

"Look at you. My pretty fucking wife. All mine. I made you mine, and everyone knows. They just need to look at that pretty diamond ring on your finger." His voice dropped an octave, and his words were almost a growl as he plunged in and out of you.

"You're s'good to me, honey. The perfect husband f'me." You moaned, your lips clumsily brushing against his as he panted on top of you.

"God, I love you." He grunted, his movement becoming sloppy as he was nearing his climax. You could feel the bliss gnawing at your limbs as well. Bruce trailed his hand between your bodies and circled your puffy clit, which only made you succumb to the pleasure faster.

"F-Fuck- oh my god, I'm so close!" You almost screeched, trying to ground yourself with him in any way you could.

"Come f'me, yeah?" He heaved, struggling to get the words out between his groans. Any more moans and cries were muffled as his lips greedily found yours, the tip of his cock hitting that spongy spot inside of you over and over again.

With a a strategic swipe over your clit and a well timed thrust, your orgasm crashed into you, jumbled 'I love you's falling from your lips as Bruce spilled inside of you with your name on his lips. The hand around your throat tightened only a little bit, prolonging your high that much longer as bliss clouded your brain.

Bruce gently lowered himself on top of you, steadying his breathing against your chest. You were catching your breath as well, tracing patterns on his bare back. He was still nestled deep inside of you. He rolled the two of you over so you were on top of him, your cheek pressed against his shoulder as you relaxed in his arms.

"I love you so much." You mumbled, eyes falling shut. You didn't know what time it was, but it didn't matter to you. You had nowhere to be except right here, snuggled against your husband.

"I love you too, sweetheart. Are you alright? D'you need anything?" he asked softly, pressing kisses to the top of your head.

"Hm, no. Jus' wanna stay like this. Maybe take a nap." You yawned, making Bruce chuckle.

"Do you need anything?" You questioned in return, placing a kiss to

his shoulder. "I could use a nap as well." He laughed softly, pulling the covers over the both of you.

"Good. Cus' I'm not getting up." You sighed, letting yourself be loved by him. His hands lazily ran through your hair, lulling you to sleep.

"Sweet dreams, baby." He whispered against your hairline, coaxing a sleepy smile onto your lips.

"You too, my love."

Both of you drifted off with the sun high up in the sky, not a care in the world that it was well past noon. Your hearts beating in sync, your soft breathing mimicking each other and connected deeper and closer as ever, the bonds of your love shinning in the dwindling sunlight with your hands intertwined.

If Bruce could make you wear his heart, he would, but for now the diamond ring would have to do.

You were his and he was yours. The perfect balance of love.

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[enhafilthandfiction]

My Cute, Baby Giraffe

A/N : Hello! Here's a little fic for u bc Niki is adorable :>

Pairing : Bf!Niki X Fem!Reader

Warnings : Fluff, Niki is a little upsetti spaghetti, snuggling and cuddling, kissing(little bit of a make out?), tickle fight, name calling

Word count : 667 words

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"Hi baby" you greet him, your smile dropping when you see his frown. He offers you a sad smile. Partly because he was happy to finally see you but at the same time he still felt like crap after practice.

He doesn't say anything but makes his way to your bed where you close your laptop and sit up to welcome him better. He lays on his stomach with his hands wrapped around your waist and his face somewhere on your lap.

You coo at him and gently caress his hair, making him hum in appreciation. "Bad day today?" you ask softly when you see his eyes close. He just nods and snuggles deeper into your warm body.

"Do you wanna talk about it?" you offer, tilting your head to look down at him. He remains silent but doesn't shake his head neither.

"It's nothing" he begins, not raising his head from your lap. "Practise was just overly tiring today" he explains, sighing. "And I w-wasn't really acing the moves" he sniffles, closing his eyes once again to block his tears.

He hides his face into your thighs and you smile sadly at his cuteness. "It okay Riki, you'll get them next time for sure" you don't stop caressing his hair "Maybe you just need to rest a little"

You can feel him nod as he hugs your waist tighter. "And I Missed you too" he continues, making your heart ache in your chest. He was such a sweet boy.

"Aw, I missed you too Riki" you unwrap his arms from your waist and bring him up to your chest so he can hug you. His arms now wrap around your torso and his head rests on your chest. "Missed you a lot" he mumbles.

He suddenly pulls away and looks at you for a hot second, almost as if he's wondering whether he's dreaming or not. He leans in a little and you lean into him halfway, connecting you lips.

You can feel him smile into the kiss, finally happy that you were so close to him. He climbs into your lap as he struggles to kiss you due to the height difference. "mph, you're so short" he say between kisses.

He captures your lips again but you pull back "And you're like a giraffe" you reply back breathlessly, pulling him back into your kissing session. He giggles a little and you giggle too "My cute, baby giraffe" you add once you pull away, leaning back in to boop his nose with your own. With your foreheads touching, you stare into each others eyes and wonder how both of your got so lucky.

It's not long before his cheeky hands snake around your sides and start wiggling like crazy, tickling the living day lights out of you. You start laughing non-stop, breathlessly begging him to stop as you try to grab his arms.

Instead, he grabs your arms, with his left hand, binding your wrists above your head. You laughter subsides as you find yourself looking at him again. He looks at your helpless figure and smirks. Heck, he can hold you down with just one hand.

He leans down again, his lips barely brushing yours, just to tease you before chuckling and actually pressing his lips to yours. His hands let go of yours to be able to wrap themselves around you again, and so do yours.

Ugh how you can't get enough of each other. You try to pull away but he places one hand at the back of your head, pulling you closer into his lips. He giggles at your heavy breathing when he finally pulls away.

Your head falls back into your pillows due to how lightheaded you were feeling. He falls into bed with you too, snuggling back up to your chest and kissing your cheek this time.

"You're so cute y/n" he adores, smiling contently when you start to brush his hair again with your fingers.

"I love you"

Hi again :) I hope you liked this post, inbox open, but only for short requests! Have a good day/night and remember that ily <3333

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[rinhaler]

Hey hey luxie!! Here are the rin hcs I wanted to share with u this is the same anon from the other day!

Sfw:

* friends to lovers trope is the only viable option considering his overall…disposition, there’s no other way he’d give you time of day

* Calls you otaku in a hateful way because he loves the way ur face scrunches up

* Has all of your orders at any type of eating establishment stored in his brain so he can surprise you whenever ur feeling down

* POSSESSIVE POSSESSIVE POSSESSIVE

* “What the hell are you doing hanging out with that loser?” “No, I’m coming over and we’re having a movie night.”

* Believe it or not, he blushes easily

* “Rinrin, do I look pretty?” *blush mode activated* “w-what? Yeah! Yeah, really pretty” he precedes to die of embarrassment

* Likes to scare you lmfao especially if you guys are watching a scary movie he’ll say he has to go to the bathroom and when he comes back he sneaks up behind the couch, grabs your shoulders and makes some weird ass noise and starts cackling once you scream and popcorn goes flying everywhere

* Absolute hater

* Will make fun of the music you listen to but then has a whole playlist of ur fav songs

* Simps for you so hard

* This man literally has a key to ur house and brings u coffee almost every morning

* Always wants you at his games and practices and looks for you in the stands

* He’s a little snuggle bunny it’s canon bc I said so

* Great listener but not really good at advice but will never hesitates to be your shoulder to cry on

* Often invites you to do yoga with him

* Loves to brush your hair and have spa days with you

* But know this he’s always gonna win the idgaf war

* Sidenote I feel like he knows how to skateboard and is good at it??? Must be the emo in him

Nsfw:

* Titty boiiiiiiiii

* That’s how the friendship evolved into a romantic relationship

* From starring at ur tits

* He doesn’t even realize he’s doing it or when it started happening

* “You wanna touch ‘em, rin? You’ve been starring at them a lot lately.” “Pshh whatever no I haven’t, you’re delusional!”

* Denial is a river in Egypt and he’s drowning it in, he can’t possibly want you in that way….unless?

* “Are you sure baby?” Consent king, has to make 100% sure you’re ok with it

* And after that first tit grab he’s done for

* Absolute slut for kissing and making out like literally he could cum from having his tongue in your mouth (he did the first time it happened oopsies don’t make fun of the poor baby)

* SLOBBER MONSTER OH MY GOD

* spits in ur mouth, spits on ur pussy, fucking drools allllll over you

* Loves to lick you and be licked

* Super sensitive nipples he’s kinda embarrassed by it but god does it get him bricked up

* Fav positions are missionary (mating press to be specific) and lotus. He wants to be close to you and hold you but still able to watch ur boobies bounce

* really into eye contact he knows how intense his gaze is and loves seeing you get all flustered from it and try to look away

* Grabs you by the cheeks, squishing them together a little and lightly shakes your head back and forth “nuh-uh, look at me me little girl watch me fuck this sloppy cunt”

* He’s got a dirty fuckin mouth (yum)

* “Harder rin, please baby harder!” “Yeah, you like getting your little pussy pounded? god, you’re a fucking nympho, aren’t you?”

* Once again, POSSESSIVE!!!

* “Who does this pussy belong to? It’s my fuckin pussy, only I make you feel this good, nobody else can ever make you feel like this. That’s right, call out for me baby, say my name, tell me who you love”

* Breeding kink due to said possessiveness, he came in you the first time you guys had sex, you are his and there’s no way around it

* Can and will and wants to get you pregnant he doesn’t give a fuck

* Pleasure dom he won’t stop until you’re crying or screaming or giggling from how deliriously cockdrunk you are

* Strength kink this mf just stands up and fucks u mid air, loves showing off

* Moans, groans, whines, grunts, growls, he makes every sound you could possibly think of despite him being a stone cold statue majority of the time, this is not the case during sexy time

* Oh and let me put an emphasis on the whiny part while he’s getting head

* So needy it’s kinda pathetic really but he’s soooo cute

* “Oh shit yes baby, pull it out, please baby please put my dick in that pretty mouth”

* Secretly loves being teased and edged

* Face fucker, both receiving and giving

* He lets you mount his face like a bicycle and absolutely goes to TOWN on ur pussy

* Shakes when he cums like I said he cums inside you and he actually gets pretty emotional that you just let him and trust him that much to do something so intimate with you

* Stamina is fucking insane he can go all night if you want

* But when all is said and done aftercare is really sweet and sensual, he’ll wanna cuddle for a few minutes, just hold you and caress your back and tell you how much he loves you lots of kissing too

* Once he finally gets up he’ll run a bath for the two of you and both of you wash each other off before going to bed

* But he gets out before you so he can put some fresh sheets on the bed

* Rin itoshi is a lover and a sweetheart with is s/o no one can convince otherwise

Anywayyyy ima stop myself there I could literally go on all day abt him it’s bad I’m sick in the head

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possessive rin is so dear to my heart I deff agree with that. like, stupidly possessive. doesn't like it when other guys look at you or breathe your air you're his and no one else's.

I love the idea of him knowing what we like to eat 🥹 I'm such a picky eater. However I also feel like he'd definitely try and get you out of your comfort zone to try new things!! But I think he'd be proud of u for trying even if u don't like what he's picking :P

HIMMMMMMM BEING A SKATEBOARDER EMO BOY IS MAKING ME CRAZY PLS

Omg u think Rin is a tits guy?? Any particular reason why or? Idk I never really thought about what he'd prefer but I kinda agree now that you've said it... (hate it for me I hate my boobs LMFAO).

HIM SHAKING WHEN HE CUMS I'M FUCKING BARKING I'M BARKBARKBARKBARKBARK I CAN'T COPE HELP I NEED HIM IMMEDIATELY

omg these are all so good I could go on so long about them all but I'd end up writing a 50k essay LMAO thank you for sending them though I'm so?? obsessed?? I wanted to post this it's been in my drafts for DAYS I've never had such an in depth ask before so I wasn't sure how to go about answering but u absolutely ate with these.. thank u for sending omgggggg I'm absolutely DROOLING

#💌 — luxe mail #not mine #rin itoshi x reader #rin itoshi smut #rin itoshi headcanons #bllk headcanons

[captain-mj]

G’day Captain can I please request soap and ghost trying to shower together while on leave or after a mission but one of them (Ghost) has the water way to hot so the other (Soap) just sits in the bathroom keeping each other company and giving reassurance that they’re both alive and okay. hurt/comfort or full fluff up to you, gen or teen not explicit please just after some comforting vibes after the game that shall not be mentioned.

Have a great timezone!

Yeah I can write some gentle fluff! Also I saw your second ask and I appreciate it! We're all good dw :)

Ghost and Soap had just spent the past six weeks in the middle of nowhere and Ghost wanted nothing more than to just take a hot shower.

Soap hissed the moment he touched the water. He had been lucky enough to get in a few hours earlier and shower beforehand, but he was clingy as hell after missions, not that Ghost was any better. "Jesus, Simon. Think you could get it any hotter?"

"No. I tried."

Soap groaned and looked at the water and then his skin which had taken a bright red hue. "Yeah, I'm not getting in that."

Ghost finished undressing and got into the water. Any other day, he may have turned the water down so Soap could join but his back hurt too much. He started to wash himself, feeling some humanity sink back into him.

Soap sat at the sink and started to brush his teeth. He listened to Ghost scrub himself clean. "Use the conditioner I brought."

"I don't get why." Ghost grumbled but Soap could hear the bottle opening. "It's just hair."

"I like my men well groomed." Soap answered and rinsed his mouth out. He waited there silently, just listening to the sounds of Ghost.

Ghost hummed softly and Soap closed his eyes.

"Given up by Linkin Park?"

"Bingo."

"Think you could scream for seventeen seconds?"

Ghost mused over it. "Nah. Probably not." He changed the song and it took Soap a lot longer this time.

"Addicted to you by Saving Able?"

"I've let you listen to too much of my music."

"Probably. Let me try." Soap started to hum. He kept with the older rock vibe since he wanted Ghost to have a change. He got two notes out.

"Lips of an Angel by Hinder. I don't like that song. Do another one."

Soap laughed and tried a different one. It was a popular one but Ghost wasn't guessing it. He started to sing the lyrics too.

"Seriously? You don't know Here Comes the Sun by the Beatles?"

Ghost opened the curtain, smiling. Soap brightened and looked him over. "Course I know it. I just like hearing you sing." He pulled on some boxers, stretching. Soap knew he needed to do something or else Ghost would get dressed and put the mask back on, so he attacked him. He kissed along Ghost's face and got his attention.

Simon grumbled but melted right into him. "Johnny..." He pulled him closer. "I'm so glad you're here."

Johnny kissed him softly, running his fingers through Ghost's wet hair. "I know. Glad I can finally be with you again."

They held each other close and hummed softly. Soap traced his fingers over his scarring and Simon purred. "Johnny, you wanna lay down? We can put on a movie."

"Sounds great." Soap walked with him, holding his hand. "Maybe one of your old horror movies?"

"I love you, Johnny."

Soap kissed Ghost's hand and walked with him to Ghost's bedroom. He pressed into him and they snuggled up together. Ghost picked something random. Soap couldn't remember it at least.

They snuggled up together and ended up falling asleep

#call of duty #call of duty modern warfare #simon ghost riley #johnny soap mactavish #call of duty modern warfare ii #cod mw2 #ghostsoap #cod #soapghost #ghoap

[toomuchracket]

madsss. flatemate!matty and girlie first time showering together and it’s very fluffy and somewhat smutty 🥺

combining with thinking about flatmate first bj (idk if we’ve spoken about it yet??) like he would be sooo so desperate and i cant help but imagine him a little bit subby, not too much just whining and begging because he’s wanted it for so so long and theyre just both so eager and mutually obsessed with each other and just want each other to feel good

the morning after condom-gate! after waking up and snuggling for a bit and having the "bf? gf? yeah" chat (lol), you're like "come on. wanna brush my teeth so i can kiss you again" - matty's like "hello i love you i don't give a shit about morning breath", and you're like "yeah but i also wanna shower. with you, preferably. if you want that". naturally, he's like "are you joking of course i do. never seen you naked in daylight before", and you roll your eyes and stand up (and let him find out you have a back tattoo. there's a blurb about this already somewhere) and walk away (yes you're swinging your hips a bit) and let him run after you like "fuck me you're so hot". teeth brushing happens (like in bring it on teehee), and then - after a bit of debate about how hot the water should be - you pull your boyfriend into the shower to make out with him again, and for a while it's all murmured "i love you" and gentle touches and hands in hair and all that sweet stuff. but then you realise that you're naked in a shower with an equally naked matty, and of course you get Turned On; the kiss gets deeper, and you trail your hand down his stomach to tentatively stroke him and whisper "wanna suck you off", and he CRUMBLES. like you said, he's a bit subby - he whines out a "please", and as you get on your knees he's like "oh my god oh my god", and he gasps when you kiss the we are kings tat (which you've thought about doing for like. years lol) before you take him in your mouth. because it's you doing this for him, it takes a lot for him to keep control for a while, and every time you look up at him he weakens. but he does well, considering, and he's so cute about it; he's got one hand in your hair and the other holding yours (bless), and he's proper babbling like "so fucking good, perfect girl, dreamt about this for so fucking long. fuck, sweetheart, please let me cum, please. love you, love you so much". and you keep him in your mouth until he's totally done, proudly showing him all the cum on your tongue before you swallow and giggle - he actually has to sit down on the shower floor beside you at the sight, before his legs give way, and he kisses you deeply like "thank you for that. definitively the best head i've ever had, darlin. i love you". you're like "i love you. i wanna do that again!", and matty's like "me too, but first - sit down and open your legs for me, sweetheart. your turn to feel good"... hot <3

#mads answers asks #matty asks #fluff asks #smutty asks #flatmate!matty

[jobean12-blog]

Roll Play

Pairing: Eddie Munson x reader

Word Count: 1,592

Summary: Eddie tries out one of your scrunchies...you try out his leather jacket. 

Author’s Note: Here we are again and this time with a scrunchie story. Is anyone surprised? Hope you enjoy. He’s really so fun to write. Thank you all so much for reading! Much love always! ❤️❤️❤️Divider by my lovely Daisy @firefly-graphics thank you sweets🥰

Warnings: lots of soft and sweet fluff, teasing, fun flirtiness, oral (f rec), curses (18+ ONLY PLEASE!!!)

Eddie Munson Masterlist

A cool breeze blows through the bedroom window, the red sheet that hangs over it is billowing out at the bottom, but you’re snuggled in Eddie’s leather jacket as you lay on his bed and stare down at your textbook, willing yourself to concentrate. Metallica plays in the background and Eddie’s smooth voice sings along.

As you’re reading the same line for the fifth time four dice roll across the bed, two of them bumping into your arm.

“Sorry princess,” Eddie smirks. “I had to roll for my charisma.”

“You got a twelve,” you giggle.

“You’re learning,” he grins.

You make a gesture to show you’re proud of yourself and he sits up to grab you around the back of the neck, kissing you soundly before plopping himself back down.

His eyes drift back to the page and his hair covers most of this face. He tries tucking it behind his ear but the soft strands fall loose moments later. With a puff of air, he tries to blow some out of his face only for it to fall back in front of his eyes.

The dice spin mindlessly between his fingers as he scans the Dungeons and Dragons rule book and you reach out to brush the hair away from his face. He grabs your hand before you pull away and kisses across your knuckles, his eyes soft as he looks at you from over them.

“Thanks babe,” he says quietly.

With a smile you lean back and close your textbook, dropping it to the bed. You’re not in the mood to study. You pick at the black velvet scrunchie around your wrist, twisting it this way and that while you watch Eddie.

“Bored of studying princess?” he asks, without looking up.

“Yea,” you sigh. “I keep reading the same paragraph over and over.”

“I’ll be done in five don’t worry,” he promises with a wink, his eyes now on you and your pouty face.

When he goes back to his notebook his head sways back and forth to the beat of the music, his curls bouncing with him. Suddenly, you sit up with a smile.

“I have an idea,” you say excitedly, tugging the scrunchie from your wrist.

His eyes meet yours, mischief dancing in their soft brown color.

“Does it involve you in nothing but my jacket?” he asks as he sticks his tongue out playfully.

“Hmmm,” you muse, tapping your chin. “Depends on whether or not you like my idea…”

“I’m all ears,” he replies, setting his book aside.

You crook your finger at him and he sits up. You slide behind him and he turns his head to look at you questioningly.

“Don’t worry, just wait,” you tell him before giving him a quick kiss.

You take his head and turn it forward again before running your fingers through his hair. He moans low and soft, his eyes closing.

Your fingers lightly scratch his scalp as you gather his curls between your fingers and lift them. Some of the shorter strands fall forward and you reach up to pull them into your hand. Once you have as much of it secured as you can you take your scrunchie and twist it around his hair several times.

“Eddie,” you squeal as you fluff the curly ponytail and crawl around in front of him.

“Did you just put my hair in a scrunchie?” he asks incredulously as he feels the back of his head.

You nod and smile. “You look so cute!”

“Not very metal is it?” he teases.

“Just for when you’re writing. This way your hair doesn’t bother you,” you explain.

He raises a brow. “We’ll see princess.”

He lays back down and takes his notebook, jotting down some more notes without the bother of his hair constantly in his face.

“Not bad,” he grins. “It just might work.”

You giggle and lie down next to him.

“Wanna make the next roll for me?” he asks, holding out his dice. “It’s for strength. I need a good number. This guy is a Barbarian.”

You take the dice and shake them around in your hands before blowing on them. He throws his head back with laughter and watches as you let them bounce over the bed.

He waits for you to tell him the roll.

“Hey, that’s a 16!”

“You’re perfect,” he whispers, sweeping the dice aside and drawing you into his arms. “Now my Barbarian will be unstoppable.”

You giggle and fall against his chest, your fingers instinctively closing around the guitar pick that hangs on a chain around his neck.

“I think it’s time for a break,” he whispers, rolling you under him. “Too much studying is never good.”

“What if I fail my test?” you ask coyly.

“You won’t,” he says matter of fact. “You’re too smart.”

With his hair brushing your cheeks he leans closer to kiss you, his lips just pressing to yours when there’s a loud knock.

“Shit,” he groans. “That has to be Jeff. I have something for him,” he explains.

“Wanna come say hi?” Eddie asks as he reluctantly pushes off you.

“No thanks, I’m comfy. I’ll wait here for you but tell him I said hello…and uh, you sure you want to answer the door like that?” you ask, motioning to his hair.

His nose scrunches up and he shrugs nonchalantly. “It’s only Jeff. Besides, he’ll just be jealous. I’m the one with a hot girl in my bed and I’ve got her scrunchie!”

With a quick kiss and a wink Eddie grabs a bag off his bedside table and jogs out. You wait to hear him open the door and say hell to Jeff before you sneak off into the bathroom.

You take off his jacket and quietly strip off your clothes before throwing the soft leather back over your shoulders. You bring the collar to your nose and inhale, closing your eyes at the comforting scent of him. You assess yourself in the mirror and do a little happy dance, dragging your teeth over your bottom lip.

“Baby?” Eddie calls when he comes back.

“In the bathroom! Be right out!” you shout.

You hear the sound of Eddie’s guitar and it makes you squeeze your thighs together, his playing always something that gets you going. With a quiet push you open the door and walk back toward his room, standing in the doorway to watch him.

He’s seated on the edge of the bed, now shirtless, his hair still in the scrunchie but small pieces have fallen loose to frame his face. He gently strums the strings, humming along to a tune you don’t recognize.

“Is that a new song?” you ask.

He stops and looks up, his breath hitching as he breathes out, “holy shit.”

The pick falls from his fingers and lands somewhere in the mess of magazines and wires on the floor and he carefully sets his guitar down. You stand still, holding the sides of his jacket closed and exposing nothing but your legs.

“Get over here,” he whispers.

“What did Jeff say about your hair?” you ask without moving.

“Who?” Eddie huffs.

“You know your friend Jeff… the one who just showed up and you answered the door…the scrunchie,” you sass.

“I don’t remember. Now. Get. Over. Here.”

“Someone’s bossy,” you playfully scold.

“Only when I want something,” he counters with a sly smile.

You walk to him slowly, not missing the way his heated gaze wanders over you from head to toe. When you get close he grabs you, pulling you between his spread legs. You start to open his jacket…

“Wait,” he says, stopping your hands. “Let me. Please.”

He stands, pressing his body closer and bringing his lips to your ear.

“This…,” he murmurs, smoothing his fingers down the open sliver of space between the leather, “is my fantasy come to life.”

You dip your chin and let your hands fall to his belt, your fingers dancing along the buckle before you lift one to trace the light trail of hair just below his bellybutton. His body tenses and you can see the hard press of his cock against his jeans.

“Eddie,” you purr, gasping when his fingers press under your chin and he lifts your eyes, his own dark with burning desire.

He doesn’t look away; his movements deliberate as he peels open the jacket to reveal your naked skin. His dark lashes kiss his cheeks as his head falls back and he mutters a curse, his eyes then dropping lower to memorize every inch of you.

“There is nothing,” he whispers reverently as he falls to his knees, “more beautiful than you.”

His knuckles brush along your inner thigh, fingertips teasing your skin as his nose follows the same path.

Without thought your hands slide into his hair and pull the scrunchie free, letting his curls caress your skin. Soft lips press kisses higher and higher until you feel his warm breath between your legs. He inhales with a moan and slides his tongue through you, the motion torturously slow.

Your fingers fist into his hair, locking around the curls and dragging him closer.

“Eddie,” you hiss, desperate for more.

“Now who’s bossy,” he hums before closing his lips around your clit.

Your legs tremble but he holds you steady, every slide of his tongue purposeful. You press your hips into his face and feel his satisfied hum vibrate through you.

“God,” he growls with fervor, “I could spend the rest of my life between these legs.”

@dreamlessinparis @strangerduchess @hiddles-rose @nerdypinupcrystal @nordlysinthewoods @randomfandompenguin @seitmai @justile @goldylions @loki-laufeyson-1054 @whippoorwillbarnes​

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson stranger things #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x fem reader #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson fic #joseph quinn

[ieatkeyboard]

Luxiem Boys Reacting to You Getting Your Period

Warnings: AFAB, Nicknames Beautiful/Gorgeous, bLERRRRRD(Blood), Suggestive at the beginning. Also I feel like I've posted something like this before but I can't find it on my page anywhere so- Idk

VOX: He kisses your shoulder as your legs begin to shake. "There we go...Good Pet..." He took you in his arms and carried you too the bathroom and when he sat you down to run the bath, you noticed the blood on your thighs. You sighed and he put his hand under the water. "What is it, My Love?" "I um...Got my period." - He'd hold your hand and take a washcloth from the counter, gently wiping the blood away with cool water. - He'd set you in the bath and wash you off, praising you and telling you not to be embarrassed - He'd wrap you in a towel, run a brush gently through your hair, give you kisses here and there - He grabs you a pair of underwear and one of his shirts and lets you do your thing (Your choice whether you use tampons or pads) - He'd carry you back to bed and rub your back under a heating blanket - You're boutta have the best sleep of your life - He handles your mood swings well! He gives you space when your upset and holds you when you're sad

MYSTA: You rest your head on his chest as you catch your breath, you're boyfriend laying under you, rubbing circles into your hips. "You did really good...Wow.." You chuckled and kissed his cheek and then you felt it. a lot of hot liquid run out of you. "Did you just cum again or?-" You groaned. "I was supposed to get my period today. I'm so sorry." "You're what?" You explain as you sit up and the second he sees blood he panics. "DID I DO THIS??" - You know he means well and he tries to help however he can - He gives you chocolate and fills your hot water bottle - You guys watch a movie of your choice and answer any questions he has - He handles your mood swings kinda well- If you cry he hugs you and laughs when you explain why you're sad but his laugh is cute so it cheers you up. When you're mad he'll take a stuffy off your bed and do a little "puppet show" so you stop giving him the silent treatment :,)

LUCA: You went to stand up but your boyfriend wrapped his arms around your waist, kissing your back. "Mmmm...So soft" You giggled and rubbed his forearms "I need to go to the bathroom, Cutie" You turned on the lights of the bathroom and as you sit down you see the blood on your thighs. "Ugh..Are you kidding me-" "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" You ran back to your bedroom to see Luca's abdomen and well...y'know...covered in blood. You felt humiliated. "Hey! It's okay! I mean- Uh- Are you okay?? You don't need to be embarrassed! It's alright!" - You two shower together and he holds you close, wrapping you in a towel and covering your face in kisses - He snuggles you in bed, makes you food and whatnot (Thankfully not killing the kitchen in the process) - I'd also like to think that if you're into the kitchen and you lean over the counter because cramps can go CHOKE ON GLAS- He presses himself against you and rubs your lower back (I'M SCREAMING OH MY LORDY LORD) - He handles your mood swings. Period. He tries his best- If you're sad he tries to cheer you up with horrible jokes (You laugh anyway because it's cute) and if you're mad he hugs you and asks if you wanna play with him (Any game of your choice)

#luxiem #luca kaneshiro #vox akuma #mysta rias #luxiem x reader #luxiem fluff #luxiem smut #RatwRitesThings

[bbyquokka]

Now I can't stop thinking about curse our conversations sometimes 😭🥺

Cuddles with Binnie while he's working in a track in the studio, you just wanna feel close to him feel his strong arms around you as you settle on his lap with your head snuggled into the curve of his neck.

Bestie I swear me and you share the same thoughts and just 😭😭

cuddling Binnie just seems so perfect tbh ;-;

FLUFF BELOW CUT

warnings: gn!reader, just a lot of fluff ;-;

you followed changbin to the studio, knowing that all his attention would be on the currently track he is working on.

he's been busy for the last few days, you barely got to spend any time with him so when he offered to bring you to the studio, you happily accepted.

you got to watch him work with Chan and Jisung, adoring this side of professionalism. you followed him around like a lost puppy.

he made sure to give you some of his time. both of you in Chan's room, you sat on the sofa whilst he worked on the track. Changbin opted in dressing in comfy wear today – jeans, trainers and an oversized olive coloured hoodie, keeping his hair and skin in its natural state.

he'd made sure to have breaks, even if they were for 5 mins. he'd turn in his seat, kissing you softly and asking “what you doing?” “you okay? hungry?” “too hot? too cold?”

soon, he became consumed with work. he wasn't necessary forgetting that you're with him, but he has to get this task done before the day is over.

soon, you start to feel sleepy. social media is boring, tiktok videos are the same and it's past midnight. you push yourself up off the sofa, walking to Changbin's side.

he looks up at you, noticing your eyelids heavy with sleep. he smiles softly, taking off his headphones before pushing the chair away from the desk.

“come here, bub.” he opens his arms to which you instantly straddle his lap. his strong arms wrap around you, your fave buried into his chest as you inhale his sweet yet musk scent.

“tired, my love?” you hum, nodding slowly as you bundle up the material of his hoodie in your hands. you close your eyes slowly, Changbin rocking you from side to side. you shift your head from his chest to his neck, nestling in the crook of it.

“binnie..” you whisper, feeling sleep take over you figure. your lashes brush against the skin of his neck, his fingers playing and stroking your hair soothingly

“mhm?” he kisses your temple gently, resting his cheek onto the top of your head. your body relaxes, your weight being put onto his. his warmth coating your sleepy body in a nice, warm blanket. his soft breathing and movements from his hands providing you an immense feeling of comfort

changbin is your safe place.

“i love you, binnie.” you whisper before falling asleep on him. he lets out a soft chuckle, kissing your forehead gently

“i love you too.”

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#💀👑 #skz fluff #stray kids fluff #skz soft thoughts #skz soft hours #stray kids soft thoughts #stray kids soft hours #seo changbin #changbin #seo changbin fluff #changbin fluff #seo changbin x you #seo changbin x reader #changbin x you #changbin x reader #skz x you #skz x reader #stray kids x you #stray kids x reader

[thatjadedhotmess]

nightmares

pairings/characters: kazuha x gn!reader, thoma x gn!reader, ayato x gn!reader

warnings⚠️: skin contact (lots !), pet names (e.g. love, sweetheart), tw: food (in thoma's),

synopsis: what would they do if they see you having a nightmare.

wc: 1k~

note: hiiii im back after awhile of not posting i hope you didnt miss me too much/j anyways,, ayato's is super long because this piece started bc of him :> likes and reblogs are greatly appreciated ! <3 you can also check out the other versions of nightmares here !

kaedehara kazuha (��原万葉)

☁︎︎ hums a tune to soothe you.

☁︎︎ he was writing his poems that night on the ship while you slept soundly beside him

☁︎︎ there was a little celebration on the boat that evening to wish one of the Crux’s members a happy birthday

☁︎︎ you and kazuha had headed back to your room after helping out with the cleanup of the ship and it was already about 1 am when you guys officially finished.

☁︎︎ soon after changing out into a set of cleaner clothes; you sunk into the mattress, letting the sound of the waves and rocking of the boat lull your exhausted body to sleep.

☁︎︎ kazuha sat cross-legged beside your sleeping form. He took his book out as well as a pencil, penning down his thoughts as he tried to string them into a poem.

☁︎︎ he instantly realised you were having a nightmare when your eyebrows because knitted and a slight grunt escaped your lips; the peace on your face having been disrupted.

☁︎︎ he shifted himself, moving even nearer to you so that he could stroke your hair, brushing a thumb soothingly across your forehead as he started to hum a tune.

☁︎︎ it instantly soothed your mind, even though you weren't conscious kazuha could still tell, the way your facial features started to relax when he started to hum and the way you curled up and snuggled into his side were all good signs that your nightmares were finally starting to dissipate.

☁︎︎ after he made sure that you were in a better state, he snuggled up behind you, cradling your body as he too, allowed himself to fall asleep to the sound of the ocean.

thoma (托馬)

☁︎︎ he warms a glass of milk for you.

☁︎︎ it had been an absolutely amazing day with the Iradori festival taking place, getting to spend time together with ayaka and ayato and eating all the delicious festive goodies while watching the fireworks.

☁︎︎ you and thoma pretty much fell asleep immediately after reaching the Kamisato estate, plopping down onto the futons in your share room after finishing up your respective tasks and a quick hot shower.

☁︎︎ he tucked you into his chest, an arm around your shoulders and his chin resting atop your head.

☁︎︎ it was maybe 2 am? 3 am? When he realised you were having a bad dream. This had never happened before but it was unlike you to thrash in your sleep.

☁︎︎ he tapped you awake. It took less than a minute before you woke up, startled.

☁︎︎ “are you ok love?” he is concerned, to say the least, having never seen you have a nightmare scared his poor soul out of his body. “I am, sorry for waking you up,” you said, slightly embarrassed that you had woken thoma up from the much-needed sleep.

☁︎︎ “it’s alright, really. I think some warm milk would help. wanna go with me to the kitchen to grab some?” he asked.

☁︎︎ the idea seemed nice, so you nod your head before you got pulled to the kitchen, trailing right behind him.

☁︎︎ he quickly got to work. heating a pot up with enough milk for two first, moving on to grab two mugs, adding some honey into them before he waited for the steam to appear on top of the pot.

☁︎︎ “back in mondstadt, whenever I had nightmares as a kid, my mother would make this for me and tell me a bedtime story. worked like a charm because the thing I knew, daylight had broken and a new day had begun.” he chuckled, the milk starting to steam just as he finished his story.

☁︎︎ and he was quite right. After leading you back to the room, thoma handed you the warm cup of sweetened milk and you fell asleep like, five minutes after finishing the drink.

☁︎︎ “good night, y/n. don’t let the bed bugs bite.”

kamisato ayato (神里绫人)

☁︎︎ massages your head until you fall back asleep

☁︎︎ ayato is a busy man. As the Yashiro commissioner and head of the kamisato clan, he never has much time outside of sitting at his desk and filling in paperwork.

☁︎︎ he usually's up by the crack of dawn and off with Thoma to run the day’s errands before you're awake but sleeps at around 1 am because there's too much work to finish:( (poor him)

☁︎︎ he's well aware of the bad dreams you have, having seen little you wake up in the midnight of night, hair a mess as you tried to compose yourself before he saw your state so as to not worry him (this usually doesn't happen because he hears the thumping of the blanket against the floor and makes a run towards your share bedroom)

☁︎︎ he turns his attention away from his papers, hearing the familiar sound of his study room door sliding open only to see you clad in an old t-shirt of his; one that dropped below your knees

☁︎︎ “what’s wrong sweetheart? A bad dream?” he asks concern evident in his voice as he sees you nod. Turning his chair away from the desk, he stretches his arms out, inviting you to stay with him while he did his work.

☁︎︎ you shuffle towards him, climbing onto his lap and putting your arms around him, before nuzzling your face into the crook of his neck, letting yourself melt into him.

☁︎︎ “how’s the work ‘yato” you asked groggily tilting your head to the side so your voice wasn't muffled. He chuckles, even though you were exhausted from the day's work and the bad dream you had you still found it in you to start a conversation with him.

☁︎︎ “it was alright. went around Ritou with thoma to settle some matters but that's about it dear.” he touches your head, letting his fingers massage your scalp, feeling you sink deeper and deeper into his hold, until he feels you slump completely, a sign that you've fallen asleep.

☁︎︎ “sweet dreams my love.” he whispers, tilting his head to give you a kiss before turning his attention back to his paperwork.

#kazuha #kaedehara kazuha #kazuha x you #kazuha x reader #kazuha x y/n #kaedehara kazuha x you #kazuha fluff #thoma #thoma x you #thoma x reader #thoma x y/n #thoma fluff #ayato #kamisato ayato #ayato x reader #ayato x you #ayato x y/n #kamisato ayato x you #ayato fluff #genshin kazuha #genshin thoma #genshin ayato #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact headcanons #genshin #genshin impact #sage🍂 scribbles

[rosemaryandarsenic]

A Little Eyeliner Goes a Long Way

pairing| Gareth Emerson x fem!reader

readersynopsis| Gareth lets you do his makeup and it leads to *activities* also reader gets nostalgic A LOT lol

warnings|SMUT! 18+ only as always, minors DNI. Drugs, fingering, oral sex, and dirty talk! and cursing. SoftDom!Gareth hehe. As always, Gareth and reader are aged up <3

AN: listen, this took me way too long to write but I did it. I have been struggling to put my thoughts to paper but I hope you like it!

I’m sitting on the sofa, a blunt curled between my lips as I stare at the television. Its nearly 11:30pm and the digital clock to my left is blinking red against the dim lights in Gareth’s living room. His parents are out of town, so we decided to have our annual pre-halloween celebratory horror film marathon (that’s a fucking mouthful, I know) here, so no one would bother us. Jeff had left thirty minutes ago with the new corroded coffin member who’s name I can never remember. I try okay? I’m bad with names. Eddie had bailed to go do a deal, promising to be back the next day so we could work on Hellfire’s new campaign together. I’d conned Gareth into Rocky Horror Picture show (I know he secretly loves it) and we’d been snuggled together watching when he’d leaned in and whispered in my ear. 

“How hard is it to do Frank n Furter’s makeup?”

“Not that hard, why?” I mumble, feeling hazy. 

“You wanna do it on me?” Gareth mumbles back, bumping his nose against my cheek affectionally. 

I leaned back, giving him a look. “You never let me do your makeup!”

“I can change my mind.” He smirked, “I’m sure you’d be so bored, I can just forget-.”

“NO!” I squeal, “I’ll do it, I wanna do it.” 

I jump up from the sofa, rocking a little as I make my way upstairs to his room to get my bag. It's on the floor, next to a stack of D&D books, and I grab it in what feels like slow motion. Whatever weed Eddie gave us was hitting me HARD. I stop before leaving his room, letting my eyes linger on his wall. Polaroids from the last few years scattered the walls, but my favorite is the one above his bed. It’s us, our senior year at camp. I’m sitting on a picnic table, hugging Gareth from behind as he sits in front of me. We’re both sunburnt, smiling and the lake behind us is sparkly blue. That was the year we’d first kissed, both of us hungover from the night before and trying to find some quiet by taking a boat out onto the lake. He’d leaned in, barely touching my lips before pushing me out of the boat, into the water, and laughing. I giggled at the thought, reaching out to touch the picture. My boyfriend is so pretty. 

I hear shuffling downstairs, and scurry back towards the living room. Gareth’s stretched out over the sofa now, head leaning against the back of it, legs spread and arms outstretched. His eyes are closed, and I let myself take in the view. He’s got some scruff growing, curly hair framing his face like a halo. 

“Hi pretty.” He mutters with his eyes still closed as I plop down next to him and rummage through my bag. 

“Hi baby.” I reply.

He opens his eyes, finally, blinking as he focuses on me. God I love those green eyes. Sometimes I want to melt into him when he looks at me, its like my brain see’s those little gems and gets this insatiable urge to eat him alive. We’ve been dating for a year and I still get butterflies just from looking at him. I scoot closer, pulling my bag with me as I straddle his lap, facing him. 

His eyes are so dilated already, and they only get bigger as I sit on his lap, the color in his eyes dissolving into black as he watches me settle.

“I’m gonna start with eye makeup, then I’ll do the rest.” I smile, pushing his hair out of his face. 

He leans closer, letting me brush shadow over his eyelids. His eyes are closed again, and I go slow. Too slow probably, my hands feel heavy and I keep getting lost looking at him. His cheeks are warm, lips extra pink and a peaceful expression covers his face. So pretty. When I’m high like this, everything feels more tangible, and warm. His hands on my hips feel electric, and it's taking a lot of willpower not to kiss him. I just want to push into him, feel his body warm up against mine and his face nuzzle into me. 

“Whatcha thinking?” I jump as he asks, realizing he’s opened his eyes and caught me practically drooling. 

“Nothing,” I giggle, grabbing his face and brushing on more shadow. He smirks, letting me work and grabbing my hips tighter, shifting under me. I know he can feel me squirm, probably feel the heartbeat in between my legs with the way I’m sitting. 

I reach for my eyeliner, delicately drawing it over his eyelids and smudging it with my fingers. His lips part a little and he smiles as I admire my handiwork, checking to see if the liner is even on both sides. As I check, he sneaks a kiss, pulling me closer to him, and I let him. His lips feel even better than I expected, warm and a little wet. Instead of pulling away, I deepen the kiss, letting my tongue roll against his mouth as he groans softly. He pulls away to breath after a minute, a small trail of spit connecting our swollen lips. He reaches up and wipes my mouth with his thumb, sending a shiver down my spine. I toss my liner to the floor and push both my hands into his hair. I moan softly at the way he leans back into my hands, my fingers tangling in his hair as I kiss his jaw.

Making out with Gareth can go one of two ways, either he ends up slamming my face into a pillow while absolutely railing me, or he stops after five minutes and goes back to whatever he was doing like nothing happened. It drives me nuts when he teases me like that, and he does it regularly. I let it go because it never lasts longer than a few days before his willpower breaks and he’s slamming me into the nearest empty closet out of desperation. I’m hoping he’s too tired to tease me today, we haven’t had sex in two days and its starting to drive me a mad just a little. 

I whimper a little as Gareth bites my lower lip, his kisses getting harder. His arms are wrapped around me, pulling me in so tight I can feel us breathing in unison. The hoodie I’m wearing has slid completely off one shoulder and he pushes it down further, kissing down my neck and my collar bone lazily. I nuzzle into him, my hips instinctively grinding into him as I feel my skin tingle from his kisses. He leans back, pulling my hoodie back up and zipping it closed. I groan as he raises and eyebrow and smirks, situating me on his lap and handing me my eyeliner. 

“I was busy.” I whine, trying to kiss him again. He grabs my face.

“I know you were,” he chuckles, “go ahead and finish, you always wanna do my makeup. Now all of a sudden you’re not interested? Somebody’s gotta make up her mind!”

He’s babying me, and I feel like smacking him. Instead I sigh and climb off his lap, turning so my butt was facing him as I bent over to reach for the mascara I had just conveniently knocked off the sofa. Two can play at this game. 

I turn back around and grin as I catch his gaze. I’d taken off my pants earlier, after everyone had left. I may be wearing plain black undies, but I could literally be wearing a garbage bag and Gareth would still get hard at the sight of my ass. He’d admitted to me once that he’s an ass man, but I knew a special little secret - he loves thighs. Like LOVES them. My thoughts wander to a memory of his face buried in between my thighs, and I feel my pussy throb. Jesus Christ.

I can feel the energy in the room shift as I turn back to him, sliding down to take my previous seat on his lap. His eyes are dark now, more than before, and he looks like he might eat me alive. He’s not reaching for me, stubborn in his resolve to make me finish my task. I lose myself in brush strokes and blush for a few minutes, savoring the red that’s slowly crawling over his face. I can feel him getting harder underneath me too, and I know I’m starting to drive him nuts. This knowledge only makes me go slower, and I smile to myself as I watch him squirm under me impatiently. He’s eyeing me hungrily as I take my sweet time, grinding my hips down into his as I pull out a tube of lipstick. Before I can even open the tube he’s grabbed me by the wrists and flipped me under him, into the sofa cushions. I gasp at my sudden change in position and stifle a moan as he attacks my neck with kisses and nibbles.

“How do I look?” He rises, still over me, knees in between my legs, and whips off his shirt. I’m smiling, admiring my handiwork and the hair on his chest. Curly tendrils of it are scattered across his chest, but they concentrate on their way down his torso, a soft brown happy trail that travels underneath the waist of his boxers. 

“You look hot with eyeliner,” I say, grabbing at him and pulling him back down for more kisses. 

“I think you’re biased.” He murmurs, lips sloppily meeting mine as he presses into me. He’s sighing softly, almost barely loud enough to hear but I feel the hum in his chest. Our lips stay together, pulling at one another as both our hands roam. Mine through his hair, down his chest, across his back, feeling the muscles in his forearms. His under my hoodie, on my butt, in my hair and the back of my neck, pulling my face tightly to his. We’re both a moaning mess at this point, breathless and refusing to pull back.

“You feel amazing,” he whispers, hands slipping under my hoodie again, to my chest. 

My heart is pounding out of my chest at the feeling of his palms over my nipples and I can feel my pussy throbbing, aching for friction as I rut my hips up into him. He gently slips one hand under the waistband of my panties and I cry out at the sensation of him circling my clit. 

“Needy girl,” he smirks, looking a little hazy himself as he watched me unwind around his fingers. 

“Ive been thinking about this for days,” I whine, reaching for his arms. He slams me back down with his free hand on my chest, sliding a finger inside me. 

“Days?”

“Days.” I moan, arching and throwing my head back. His fingers are agile, stroking slowly in my core, his thumb circling my clit. He’s bent over me, pressing kisses on my chest lazily, down my torso. I love the way his checks flush when he watches me, he may be in charge but I can still fluster him. I remember when we were 16, I developed a habit of playing with his hair. It started when he sat in front of me on the floor during a movie night, and I absently ran my fingers through his curls. He let me do it, and after that he always sat the same way when we hung out. It was his quiet way of inviting me, saying, “touch me please” before either of us had admitted how we felt. He has the same flush on his checks that he did then, except now he’s confidently fingering me on his parents sofa. 

“Pretty girl.” He murmurs in my ear as his fingers push into me, obscene sounds filling the air around us as I whimper and gush around him. 

“‘Gunna cum on your fingers.” I stutter out, my brain starting to feel the haze of an orgasm. I’m stoned as hell and this feels really good. He’s watching me intently as I stutter underneath him, one of my legs trembling. 

“Squirt for me, i wanna see you cum on my hand.” He orders softly, kissing my cheek and pressing into my clit. I give into the high, white light fringing on my vision, my hands grabbing at the cushion under me. I cry out, feeling the slick on my legs and seeing nothing but Gareth over me with a grin. 

“Good girl.” He hums, slowly removing his fingers and leaning in to kiss me again. I moan into his mouth, pulling him on top of me while I’m still shaking from cumming. 

He kisses me deeply, curls brushing against my face as he grinds into me. I feel needy, already practically begging for him to touch me more. I want to see his pretty pink cock. I want to lick the tip and watch his face when I slowly bob up and down on him, making sure he hits the far back of my throat where I know he feels it more. My hands fly to his jeans button, struggling to undo it as he laughs into my mouth. 

“You in a rush?” He groans, letting me continue pawing at his pants. 

“No,” I pout (just a little),”I wanna suck your dick.”

He crinkles his nose at me, turning even more pink. He moves to pull off his jeans, and I feel my mouth water at the sight of him in his boxers. He’s already slid out of the fly a little and his cock is shiny with precum. I don’t bother to pull his boxers off, instead I fall onto my knees and push him to a seated position on the sofa. Sliding his cock out of the fold in his boxers, I take my time and run my hand slowly down his shaft. I lean in and follow with my tongue, licking his shaft and kissing his tip as I continue to stroke him with my hands. He’s not even in my mouth yet and he’s moaning so loudly. His head is thrown back and he’s leaning into my grip. 

“Look at me,” I whisper, and he does. His eyes widen and his lips part when he watches me suck on his cock like a lollie  pop, bobbing up and down as I let myself get lost in the feeling of him on my tongue. He’s so close, I can see it in his face as he wraps his fingers in my hair. He’s watching me in awe as I lift off him with a pop, a trail of drool stringing from my lips to his tip. 

He digs his fingers into my hair and gently pulls my head back down onto his dick, moaning. 

“Just like that.” He grunts, as I let him thrust deeper into my mouth, fucking the back of my throat. He cuts suddenly, spilling out of my mouth as I gag and smile, waiting till he’s done to lift my head up and kiss the tip of him. I love the way his cock twitches, how hard he gets when he’s fucking me. 

“Jesus Christ, sweetheart” he gasps, brushing loose strands of hair off my cheeks. “M’sorry I didn’t warn you.”

I wipe my chin with the back of my hand and giggle, “s’okay baby.”

“Baby, huh?” He growls, pulling me up onto his lap, “that’s your title.” He kisses my cheek and smirks as he notices the cum that’s dripped down onto my neck. Carefully he grabs his shirt to wipe it away and let him. 

“Let’s go shower and get you all cleaned up.” He whispers, nuzzling against my face again and leaving a kiss on my cheek.

“Only if you wash me yourself.” I giggle.

He grabs me and pulls me as he says, “Don’t worry, I'm gonna clean every inch of you.”

#gareth smut #gareth emerson #gareth the great #gareth x reader #gareth x fem!reader #stranger things

[will-on-the-internet]

Clean White Love | Eddie Munson

Summary: Eddie has never had such a perfect, unbelievable, and dreamy morning as this one. And he never wants to ruin this love. GN! Reader!

Warnings: kind of self-conscious Eddie? A very fluffy fic,

Word Count: 1k

A/N: I haven't written a fic in a while, but I hope you enjoy this little late night blurb. Very much inspired by Lisa Mitchell's "Clean White Love."

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Woah, ah, oh, you're my clean white love Woah, ah, oh, you're too clean white love I give my heart on the morning of November 6th Oh, everybody's looking for a fix, hey

Eddie always hated mornings, especially school mornings. If you knew anything about the metalhead, you knew he’d rather light a joint, make himself some toast and go back to bed and fiddle with his guitar or listen to the newest mix he’d made. He wanted nothing to do with school, none of the students, couldn’t give a shit about the staff, didn’t care about the endless piles of homework or his slumping grades. Sure, he knew he should graduate, knew his uncle and you wanted him to finish school and get out of the hell that was Hawkins, but on school mornings, Eddie cursed the world and everyone in it. 

But on the weekend, it was a whole other matter. He had shit to do on the weekends, plan the next campaign, get together for another band practice, do his Saturday shift at the record store, and help Wayne with any handy work the man had planned. It wasn’t like he was jumping out of bed, but he was a lot more eager than he would be on a weekday. Except, today was different, and he knew it as soon as he woke up.

The trailer was quiet, Wayne having left already for a shift at the plant, and Eddie thought he was once again alone until he shifted, and felt something against his shoulder. His room was dark, barely any light filtering in between the broken gaps of the blinds, and Eddie rubbed at his eyes a couple of times to make sure he was seeing what was right in front of him. 

Your head rested on the other half of the pillow, hair spilling over the skin of Eddie’s shoulder, and your arm was tucked against his chest, your breath coming out in soft whooshes of air against his face. He nearly couldn’t believe it, nearly pinched himself to make sure he wasn’t dreaming like the absolute loser he was, praying this wasn’t some sort of screwed-up nightmare where he finally had the person of his dreams in his bed. 

But you were there, in his bed, against his sheets and tucked under his covers, body right up against his and your hand curled around his hip. 

Eddie pulled the blankets up further, the chill of the autumn air breaking through the cracks in the room, and he knew that the little heater in the living room wouldn’t help one bit, and he definitely didn’t want to leave this moment just to go try and kick it to life. He snuggled back down beside you, resting his forehead against yours and watching you as you slept. It was perfect, and it was bewildering, and Eddie was so confused and trying to figure out how he’d finally gotten so lucky, and then he realised it was unfair too. So totally cruel and unfair that soon you’d wake up and this little piece of heaven would be fractured into splinters and you’d be pushing away from him and walking out of his life. He finally got the morning he wanted with the person he loved, and he knew he wouldn’t have it for long. 

“You know, Munson, mornings are for relaxing, not thinking.” Your voice was soft, warm air against his face as you spoke quietly, pulling the metalhead out of his rolling thoughts, and for a moment he closed his eyes. 

“I uh…didn’t think you’d still be here.” Eddie regretted the words as soon as they spilled from his mouth, but you took them in your stride, moving a hand up to brush your fingers against his cheek, watching in silent delight as he leaned into your gentle touch. 

“Eddie, of course, I was going to be here. Don’t think I ever want to leave this bed, honestly. Nor do I wanna miss another morning waking up next to you.” His eyes brightened then as he realised what you were saying, realised you wanted to stay and you weren’t going to run from his arms like you’d been burned. He was kissing you then, soft and sweet and slow, an absolute perfect kiss for a perfect morning, and you couldn’t help but smile, curling your fingers into his messy mane of hair and sigh against his lips. 

“Does that mean…does that mean you’ll wanna come back here again? Spend more time with me?” He asked the question so nervously, looking away and fiddling with the hem of your oversized t-shirt you’d stolen from him the night before. 

“If you asked me to spend the rest of my life with you right here, I wouldn’t hesitate to say yes for a second, love.” Eddie keened when you called him that as if he was putty in your hands, and you smiled so brightly it melted his heart. “You know, whisk me away and I’ll be your’s for the day, any time you want baby.” 

“So if I asked you to stay right here, with me, until I had to get up for work?” Eddie’s got so much hope in his eyes, and a bright blush blooms on his cheeks when you lean into litter kisses on his lips, his jaw, his neck. 

“Then I’m not going anywhere. But you better find a way to warm me up, love, because I sure am getting cold.” He’s laughing then, warm and loud against the chill of the room, and he’s got you in his arms, holding you tighter and praying (even though he’s a man without a god) that you’d never want to leave. 

This love was perfect, in an imperfect way. He never would have expected it, never thought he’d ever deserve a love like this, so pure and kind and clean, but he got what he always wanted. And if he could always have mornings like this, wrapped up in soft blankets with light filtering over your perfect face, he’d die a happy man, content in your embrace. 

No one was going to take this perfect love away from him, this perfect clean love that was all for him.

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[fleetingofthegretas]

Nose surgery + snuggles : Jake Kiszka Fluff.

This was inspired by a thread I had seen on here, it was posted by an Anonymous user but shout out to you fr. Also the title?? LMFAO I did not know what to put. Btw I made a twitter finally. If you want to follow me there my user is Swaggywaggy_gvf . Btw this is short asf :D

You were on your way to the hospital to get Jake's deviated septum Fixed. He was driving with one hand on your thigh, the other tapping to the music against the steering wheel.

"Jake?"

"hmm?"

"Are you nervous?"

"Not really. It is a quick surgery so I think I will be fine. Just am worried about the recovery, ya know?"

"Yeah I know baby."

You pull into the hospital parking lot before coming to a stop.

"Welcome to hell" You joke. He glares at you before getting out of the car, opening your door before helping you out.

"See you in an hour and a half" You say to him as you pull him into you, kissing him as hard as you can.

"Woah, Y/N. Be careful, I don't think I can take you in this car and be on time for my surgery" He giggles while adjusting himself in his pants.

"Good luck, rockstar" you say as you get into the car before driving away, leaving your boyfriend to be cut open.

------------------------------------------------------------------------------While Jake is in surgery you take a hot girl trip to target, ordering a chai latte from Starbucks as well. You came here with a list of food to get him, as well as wanting to get him some medicine and a new blanket to make him more comfy while he recovers. You wander to the bedding section, deciding on a dark blue blanket with anchors and pirate ships on it. The blanket was definitely made for a little boy, but you figured that your boyfriend would like it just as much, maybe even more. You glance at the time, realizing you were 20 mins late to pick him up. Damn Target always distracts the hell out of you.

------------------------------------------------------------------------------You walk into the waiting room, saying you're there to pick up Jake. A second later, a nurse wheels him out on a wheelchair, still high off anesthesia. The nurses help you load him into the car, as you shut the door and get into the drivers seat.

"I thought you were never coming back"

"Aw Jakey, I would never forget about you baby. I just let the time get the best of me. I got you a few things from target" You say, reaching behind you to grab the pirate blanket. You toss it at him, his eyes lighting up with happiness. All he does is rub the blanket up against his face, making you giggle.

"Captain Jake my dear, we are home"

"Finally. I want to go lay in bed"

"Okay honey, we can"

"We? You'll come with?"

"of course I will, you're hurting and I wanna make sure you're alright"

------------------------------------------------------------------------------

You wake up, finding that you had fallen asleep while watching pirates of the Caribbean with Jake. Your arm was on top of him, and his arm around you. There was only one blanket over you, the one you had just got him. You put it together that he probably watched you fall asleep and decided to tuck you in, leaving himself exposed to the air. You get up, throwing the blanket over his sleeping body as you make your way to the kitchen, heating up some soup for him.

A few mins later you make your way back into the bedroom to find him awake, waiting for you. You set the bowl of soup in his lap and tell him to be careful since its hot.

"Can I have a kiss?"

"No baby, you know you can't."

"Oh so you hate me?"

"If I hated you would I be taking care of you?"

He stares at you with his big brown puppy eyes

"No, Jake. You can't move your mouth" You brush his hair back lightly as you kiss him on the forehead.

He sighs deeply and starts to drink the soup out of the bowl.

"Thank you, Y/N. I love you"

"I love you too, Captain Jake"

#gvf #gretavanfleet #greta van fleet #jake gvf #jake kiszka #greta van fic #fluff #gvf fic #gvf fanfiction #oneshot

[ogamagirl]

there aren't a lot left, but I'm gonna answer the rest of those cat-themed asks under the cut, cause I want to uvu 💕 also an excuse to show off the full version of my new icon because I'm so so in love with this pic of us rn ;/////; (artist is oozegod!)

Tabby: Are they snuggly? Are you? If so, what are your favourite ways to cuddle?

-I am a KNOWN snuggler, I always be snugglin' =w= he's always been touchy-feely too, but in a lower key kind of way (if he's close/comfy with you there's a lot of shoulder/back patting) so it was quite easy to get him to warm up to how much I liked to snuggle and now we both love it TuT we are always touching if we're sitting on the couch together; if we're not in each other's laps/laying on each other we've got our legs crossed against each other or hands on knees or what have you, but once we're home and done for the day we're usually spooning on the couch - our heights lend themselves nicely to me being little spoon and him being big but sometimes we switch it up (gotta give my boy some lil spoon time u3u 💕)

Ginger: Who is the most intelligent? Who is the sensible one? Or do you share one braincell?

-We're both intelligent! While I was a more diligent student than him (which btw is why I befriended Maka first lmfao) he's never been dumb, just not motivated academically. Who's more sensible tends to depend on what the situation is; I think he has more situational awareness/"street smarts" than I do (he's VERY good at reading people's intentions even when they don't make them clear) but in times of heightened emotions sometimes I'm the one talking him down. But I also tend to get more worked up more easily than he does, so in those cases he's always very clear/cool-headed and helps me work through stuff! We might share one brain cell occasionally when we're excited about stuff haha x3 like music or good food...our dumb/goofy sides come out when we're hanging out with our friends as well (you wanna talk about sharing one brain cell activity, put Soul and Black*Star in a room together, when he comes over I have to run damage control loooooool), but overall we're both smart cookies =w=

Siamese: Who is chattier/louder, you or them?

-I'd say we're both fairly quiet unless we know you/are comfy with you? Volume-wise I think Soul speaks more loudly, and even if we're comfy with someone I think I probably have a higher tendency to rambling/chatting at length than he does, so it's a mix haha.

Persian: Are you a high or low maintenance couple? Who has the most rigorous grooming routine? Do you help each other?

-He's a bit higher maintenance than me when it comes to appearance/grooming, he has gel for his hair n stuff/shaves in the mornings and what not. I usually just brush my hair and teeth and I'm good lol, I don't wear makeup or much jewelry, just my scythe pendant + whatever earrings I feel like that day. Sometimes we'll brush each other's hair! 💖

Maine Coon: Are you a stay at home couple, or do you like going on trips together?

-Right now we're more stay-at-home out of necessity tbh; I'd LOVE to go on more trips with him but money....😭 so while we do love traveling/going places together, we've become quite comfy with being homebodies as well - really, as cliche as it might sound, as long as we're together we don't really care where we are TuT we like playing games/watching stuff together so there's always something to do at home, and we like going out and taking walks together too! But someday...I'd like to go so many more places with him 💖

#art from others #feel the love with your soul #asks

[daughterofthereaper02]

DayQuil With Snuggles

Summary: You got really sick and had to take the day off. When your boyfriends came home they found you with a high fever and a ton of DayQuil. They helped you feel better.

Pairing: Bradley Rooster Bradshaw x F! Reader x Jake Hangman Seresin

You were in your giant bed as you waited for your boyfriends Jake and Bradley to come home. You were currently sick, coughing up a lung and high on DayQuil right now. You had piles of blankets on top of you with your electric blanket on but your body still trembled as you shivered from a high fever.

You struggled to stay awake, knowing they were both supposed to be home soon. You fell asleep in an awkward position as you sat up and waited. Your eyes were too heavy to keep open and you were breathing through your mouth as your nose was too stuffed to breathe through even with vix under your nose and on your chest. You were waking up constantly as you had sweat pouring down your face.

Fifteen minutes later your boyfriends were coming into the house quietly. Neither knew you were this sick, they only knew you weren't feeling that well. "Y/n? Sweetheart? Where are you?" Bradley called as they looked around. They found you in bed with your favorite show on and sleeping. Jake came over and felt your forehead "She's got a fever Rooster" Jake murmured. Bradley nodded "Looks like she's sweating it out though. Smart girl" he grinned.

They went and got you your favorite peppermint tea and more water. They also grabbed some crackers for you, you have said you didn't like to eat anything but crackers when you were sick.

Jake shook your shoulder gently and you woke up "Hey" you croaked before starting to cough. It was taking everything in Jake to not run from you because you needed his and Bradley's help. "Hey, here drink some water" he whispered, bringing the glass of water to your lips. You greedily drank down the water, not realizing how thirsty you were.

"You guys should go, don't wanna get you two sick" you mumbled tiredly. Bradley laughed "Baby girl, we're already infected and I already had this. We've been sharing drinks and food, we'll catch this no matter what" he told you, brushing the sweaty hair out of your face. You frowned "M'sorry" you mumbled, "Don't be. I brought this home last week" Bradley said quietly. "You and Jake took great care of me, now it's my turn. Jake won't get it probably. Germs find him too annoying also" he grinned. This caused you to laugh but then start coughing, you could barely breathe and fell back once you stopped coughing. Jake huffed but he still had a smile "Sure, make fun of me like I'm not here" he said.

The next few hours was you drinking water and tea, moving in and out of a fever sleep as your temperature slowly went down to a decent temperature. They kept the blankets on you as you slowly stopped shaking and kept your favorite shows on and switched to movies.

There were tissues everywhere and blankets kicked onto the floor but none of you cared at that time.

They both had off so they could stay home and called out for you since you were still out of it. That afternoon you were looking a lot better but you were still coughing and now sneezing started with that. You couldn't see them as they tried not to smile when you would sneeze multiple times in a row. They still kept taking care of you and snuggling you every chance they had. You were a lot more cuddly and your sick mumblings made them smile, you looked so innocent.

When you were better, you helped clean up and then you and Bradley took care of Jake when he was sick. You and Bradley didn't mind, you all loved each other too much to worry about that.

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[sarahrogersevans]

Halloween Should Be Safe🎃♥️- Chris Evans xreader fan fic

Summary: reader has dealt with traumatic experiences during Halloween in the past & this year Chris makes sure it’s enjoyable and helps reader feel safe and cared for

Warnings: fluff, angst, mentions of past trauma, mentions of anxiety, just a lot of fluff and soft Chris, let me know if I missed anything

~Y/N’s POV~

It’s Halloween day and Chris and I decided to dress up this year as the incredibles and I see kids in the neighborhood in their cute costumes and I’m smiling as they walk by and I hand out candy to some of them and in the back of my mind I remember how last year went and I start feeling anxious and I see Chris by the door standing inside with Dodger and I walk in and say “hey babe, could you take over?” Chris takes the bowl of candy and says “yea of course Y/N but are you ok?” I nod with a smile while wiping tears off my cheek and said “I just need a break that’s all.” I went into the bathroom for a minute feeling anxious and tried to relax before going back out, Halloween was hard for me sometimes and I hated it because holidays are fun.

~Chris’s POV~

I hate seeing my girl struggle I really do it breaks my heart I know she’s told me about some of her past and of how holidays are hard but this year I wanna do something special for her to let her know that holloween and other holidays are safe for her. I went to go sit by Y/N and pulled her into a hug and said “hey bubba I’m here it’s ok, how about you go get some comfy clothes on and I’m gonna set up a surprise for you hmm? I have something fun for us tonight sound good?”

She looked at me with a curious look and nodded while hugging me and said “alright yea sounds good babe, I’ll go get changed and meet you back here.” After Y/N went upstairs it gave me time to get changed into a t-shirt and sweats & set up some fairy lights and set up a blanket fort in the living room and get the Harry Potter movies that were her favorite movies and I went out earlier to get her favorite snacks too.

After I got everything set up I couldn’t wait to see her reaction and I went upstairs to go get her. I got to our shared bedroom and saw her brushing her hair and walked up behind her and asked “May I?” She smiled and said “sure, go for it.” Y/N handed me her brush and I carefully brushed through her soft hair and smiled at her in the mirror and said “there, beautiful as always.” Y/N turned around to face me and hugged me saying “thank you baby I appreciate it.” I kissed her forehead and said “of course doll I love taking care of you, now wanna follow me downstairs? I have that surprise.” I held my hand out for her and she put her hand in mine and I smiled saying “thank you for trusting me honey.”

~Y/N’s POV~

We walked down to the living room and I saw the fairy lights around the walls and I looked at the blanket fort by the couches and I saw a Harry Potter movie was set up and I turned to Chris and I hugged him saying “oh my gosh Chris it’s amazing thank you so much I love it! This means a lot to me.” Chris whispered “only the best for my girl.” He opened the blanket and said “after you doll.” I went inside and saw snacks laid out and pillows with a blanket and I sat down and Chris followed.

Chris got us settled in the blanket and got me cuddled up next to him and pushed play on the movie and while watching I snuggled up closer to Chris feeling very relaxed and safe with his arms around me. Later we paused the movie to get some drinks and I walk over to Chris and put my arms around his neck and hugged him and said “thank you for everything today Chris all of this is wonderful I love you so much I don’t know what I’d do without you.” Chris leaned in to kiss me and said “I love you even more sweet girl just remember Halloween should be safe and a fun holiday and I’ll always be right here I promise Y/N.”

After we got our drinks filled we went back into the blanket fort and resumed the movie and I looked at Chris and the fairy lights and just felt so relaxed and blessed with such a wonderful boyfriend and I loved that he would watch the Harry Potter movies with me and dodger cuddled with us and this Halloween ended up being the best.

Ok so I thought the idea for this one was a really nice idea 😊♥️ happy Halloween everyone 🎃👻 hope everyone had a fun day xx

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Morning Adventures with Daddy and His KitCat

Summary: Andy and KitCat spend a little father daughter time together. Andy Barber x Black!Reader, Bianca Barber, Katrina Barber

Warnings: Daddy Andy (he’s a warning), Fluff, Minors DNI

A/N: So, since we’ve gotten to see a lot of BiBi’s dynamic personality, I figured it was time we got to know KitCat. Written on my phone from (guess where?) a hospital bed. Anyways, I hope you enjoy. Please send feedback. All mistakes my own.

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You smile as you place your drowsy baby girl in bed with your dozing husband. “Mama and BiBi will see you later, baby. Have fun with Daddy while we’re gone.” You tell her. You watch with a smile as she immediately gravitates towards Andy, snuggling up against his bare, tattoo covered chest.

Your man smiles without opening his eyes before pulling her little body even closer to his own and resting his head atop her own.

God, you were a lucky woman to have such a beautiful little family.

You had some errands to run this morning, and then Bianca had a doctor’s appointment. So today, you and your husband had agreed to divide and conquer. You walk out of the room and let out a soft chuckle when you see your six-year-old sitting on the floor, slumped against the wall. She was wearing her favorite pink butterfly shirt, a purple tutu, and pink leggings.

“Bianca, it’s time to go, sweetheart.”

“Too tired, Mama. Go later.” She mumbles without opening her eyes. “Bye bye.”

You bend down and pick her up, along with her little backpack. “You can sleep on the way kiddo. I promise. How about I stop and grab us a couple of chocolate croissants for breakfast, hmm?”

“Kay.” BiBi responds with a yawn.

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Less than an hour later, Andy feels his little Katrina begin to stir in his arms. To be fair, he’d been up for a while, but his baby looked so cute that he hadn’t had the heart to disturb her. Just like her Mama and sister, her beautiful hair was a mess of wild curls, which he can’t help but run his fingers through.

“Good morning, Sweet Pea.” He whispers softly. His little KitCat yawns and stretches her arms above her head, her tiny hands balled into fists. And then she kicks up her little legs.

His babies were adorable.

“Mornin’ Dada.” She murmurs, as she cracks one eye open. Putting a hand on his chest she sits up. “Seep good?”

“I sure did. Are you hungry?” He strokes a large hand over her hair.

She vigorously nods her head. His hand then moves to lightly rub her back.

“Okay, what do you want to eat, pretty girl?”

“Mm…mm…omlies!” She grins at him. With a laugh, she throws herself towards the opposite end of the bed to rest her feet on Andy’s hard chest.

“And Dada can haf’ stink stink toes!” She tells him with an impish grin.

“What?” Andy playfully grumbles. “Why does Dada have to have stink stink toes for breakfast? That’s not fair.”

He grabs an offending foot and begins to tickle it, making his KitCat thrash and giggle. “You gonna offer your Dada some stinky toes? Who do you think you are, huh?”

Andy grabs the other one and tickles it too.

“I sowwy! You haf’ omlies too, Dada.” She shrieks.

“Thank you.” He jokingly growls. “I don’t know why the women in this house always wanna give Daddy the short end of the stick.”

KitCat wipes the tears from her eyes and sits up. She brushes the hair out of her face before tackling her Daddy. “Wuv you!”

“I love you too. C’mon, Sweet Pea.” Andy tells her as he gets out of bed. “Let’s go see what we’ve got in the fridge.”

“But Dada,” his baby stops him. “Do dah fing!” With a chuckle, he grips her left ankle and dangles her upside down, sending her into another fit of hysterical laughter.

He carries her out of the room and down the stairs just like that.

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When they reach the kitchen, he rights her little body and sets her on the counter.

“Alright, KitCat. I don’t see a lot in here for omelettes.”

Not that he would have been able to accomplish that task anyway. That was more of his wife’s territory. His plan had been to convince his baby to let him make a breakfast scramble instead.

“How about pancakes?”

“No.” She shakes her head.

“Waffles?”

“Uh uh.”

Okay, well, he was running out of options.

“French toast sticks?”

“Nah.”

With a sigh, he closes the fridge. “Would you like Dada to take you out for omelettes?”

“Yeeaah!” She smiles and bites her tongue.

“I figured. C’mon, let’s go brush our teeth and get dressed.” He sets her down on the floor. “Race you to the stairs, Sweet Pea!”

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After making sure both of your teeth were brushed, it was time to get dressed. Andy is quick to throw on clothes before going to help Katrina.

“I do it.” His toddler tells him.

“KitCat, why don’t you let Dada help you?”

He receives a hard, determined look for his trouble.

“I do it.”

As per usual, his three strong, independent women never let him help.

She picks out a green happy face shirt and attempts to put it on. She grunts as she struggles to get her head through the opening. When she finally succeeds she looks down and mumbles “tag back.”

Katrina fixes her shirt, and then gets her arms through the sleeves. She goes to strip off her pajama pants and then stops.

“Dada, no see undies. Sissy say privacies.”

Andy rolls his eyes and turns around. “I changed both your diapers, you know.” He mumbles under his breath.

“I done.” She says finally. He turns back to see that she’s donned a pair of black leggings. And now she’s reaching for a yellow tutu, which she puts on as well.

“Der!” She throws her hands in the air. “Dress mahself, Dada!”

“Yeah.” He coughs. “I see that. Good job, baby.”

And that’s exactly what he would tell his wife when she got a load of her outfit.

I had nothing to do with this. She dressed herself, honey.

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Twenty Minutes Later…

Hand in hand, Andy and Katrina walk into a local diner. He requests a booth and a booster seat.

When the waitress goes to put the seat on the other side of the booth, opposite of him, his baby girl balks.

“Sit wif’ Dada!” She tells him, not letting go of his hand.

“Okay, okay. You can sit with Dada. I’ll take that, Miss. Thank you.” The woman hands him the booster seat and he sets it up so that his baby is nearest the window before sliding in himself.

“Squishy me!” KitCat giggles.

Andy leans over and peppers her face with tiny kisses before wrapping her in his arms and squeezing tight. “You’ve been squished.”

A few minutes later, their waitress approaches the table.

“Hi there! Well, aren’t you adorable? What’s your name sweetheart?”

Katrina shrinks away slightly.

“Hey, it’s okay, Sweet Pea. Dada’s right here. Can you tell her your name?” He strokes her soft little cheek.

“KitCat.” She whispers.

“It’s actually Katrina, but we call her KitCat.” Andy amends with a smile. “Good job, baby.” He whispers into her curls.

“Well, it’s nice to meet you KitCat. What can I get you to drink?”

“Juice. Orangey. Pwease.”

“You got it.” She scribbles on her notepad. “And for you, sir?”

“I’ll have the same. Along with a cup of coffee and some hazelnut creamer, please. And to make things easier for you, I think we’re ready to order.”

“Okay, go ahead.” Her pen is poised and ready.

“Pretty ladies first.” Andy says, looking at his daughter.

“Um, wan’ omlie wif’ cheese, ham, an’ mushies. Pwease. Wif’ hashy browns.”

The woman laughs. “Let me read this back to see if I have this right. You would like an omelette with cheese, ham, and mushrooms, along with hash browns. Is that right?”

His little girl nods.

The waitress looks at Andy. “I have a two-year-old granddaughter, so I’ve become fluent in toddler.” She tells him with a wink.

He laughs at that. “I will also have an omelette. Let’s go with the meat lovers, along with a side of biscuits and gravy.”

“Coming right up. I’ll bring out your drinks shortly.”

Andy smiles when his KitCat gives the woman a little wave. “So, my princess, what should we do after breakfast, hmm?” He leans over to kiss her hand.

“You wanna go to the toy store?”

She shakes her head “no”, which surprises the hell out of him. His girls would never say no to toys.

“No?”

“Wan’ books.” His baby girl flashes a toothy grin. “All dah books.”

“Alright. Bookstore it is, my sweet KitCat.”

END

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