#it feels like you are pinching my cheeks and feeding me baby food | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

pathetic-sapphic · 9 months

Note

Arcane characters and aftercare?👀🤤

Aftercare with the Arcane characters

VI likes to make sure you have everything you need and pampers you as if you are royalty. She feeds you bits of chocolate, makes sure you drink water and cleans you up. Afterwards, she likes to cuddle with you and discuss what the whole experience was like for you. She always needs to make sure you were completely okay with everything she did and wants to know if there is anything new you'd like to try next time. Vi's goal is to please you and make you feel good, so seeing how happy and relaxed you are after the deed is done means the world to her.

Just like that, baby, drink up. Don't want you to get dehydrated haha, I know that took a lot out of you. Here, have some chocolate, I got you your favorite. No need to thank me, you know I'd do anything for you, sweetheart. So, how was it? I wasn't too rough, was I? Do you want me to be more gentle next time? I know you like it rough but I don't want to risk hurting you, okay? Good, now just relax and let me take care of you, baby.

JINX is always bursting with energy after the two of you are done. She has a lot of stamina so you need to remind her that you cannot keep up with her and that you need rest. So she directs all her energy and focus into taking care of you. She gets very clingy after sex and keeps running her hands all over your exhausted and flushed body, she loves the way it makes you whine so softly. Drags you off into the shower and then lets you take a nap on the couch while she goes out to buy some takeout for the two of you. She is very quick as she doesn't want to make her sweetheart wait for her long and when she comes back, she feeds you and cuddles with you on the couch. Always lets you know how much she appreciates the trust and love you give her.

What is it, toots? Don't tell me I already wore you out? Okay okay, let me just cuddle with you for a bit and then we'll go shower, sound good? Of course it does! Tell you what, how about after we shower I make a quick run to Jericho's and get you your favorite? Gotta spoil my little trinket, you're just too cute! Consider it a reward for being so good for me today, alright? Hey, don't go hiding that pretty face from me, baby! Aw, you're so red it's adorable, makes me want to pinch your cheeks. But really, you were so good for me today, yknow that? Good, I'd hate for you to think any differently.

CAITLYN never wants you to worry about anything, especially when you're this vulnerable and tired. She brings you food and something to drink, rubs healing salve on any sore places and carries you to take a bath. She'll have you sit in her lap while softly washing your hair and body, leaving soft kisses all over your flushed face. Goes heavy on praise because she needs you to know just how good you were for her and how you made her feel good too. As strict and demanding she can be during sex, she is as sweet as honey during aftercare.

You were so perfect for me, darling. You made me feel so good and I'm so proud of you. Lean your head back for me please, I'd hate to get shampoo in your beautiful eyes. There, thank you love, doesn't that feel nice? You're always so good for me that I can't help but want to spoil you afterwards. Oh, you are so darling when you blush, come here let me kiss those red cheeks. You are absolutely adorable!

You have no idea what your satisfied sighs and fucked-out expression do to EKKO's heart, do you? He loves witnessing just how good he made you feel and always needs to know he's treating you right. Loves laying in bed with you for hours, sharing sleepy kisses and meaningful glances. He likes to make small talk to make sure you are alright and that you're not too sore. If Ekko notices you wincing when you move, he gives you a gentle massage while kissing the back of your thighs and shoulders. He tells you how much he loves you and how stunning you are. Just the sight of you laying next to him makes his heart feel so warm and his stomach full of butterflies. Little Man appreciates you so much and sees you as his ray of sunshine in the darkness known as the Undercity.

How was that, babe? Did I blow your mind? Haha, guessing by the look you're giving me, I'd say I did. Don't worry, I'll take good care of you. Are you hurting anywhere or feeling sore? Lay on your stomach, I'll give you a nice, relaxing massage. You were pretty amazing too, you know that, firefly? You always look so pretty and sound so cute, I can't help but fall in love with you all over again. Okay, okay, I'll stop teasing but I want you to know that I love you and I'd do anything for you, alright? Good, just relax now, I'm here.

SILCO is, quite surprisingly, very gentle with you. He knows he can be rough and how taxing it can be on both your mind and body so he showers you with praise afterwards. Lets you cuddle into his side while he lights a cigar and tells you how lovely you are. He will prepare a bath for you along with your favorite snacks and drink. Silco will join you in the bath but only if you ask nicely because he prefers showers and has to go back to work. If he notices you're still feeling vulnerable and needy, he will let you sleep in his lap or on the couch in his office while he does his work. Will occasionally stop just to admire your sleepy face and press a soft kiss into your hair, murmuring a soft 'I love you'.

How are you feeling, darling? I wasn't too rough, was I? Alright, but please do let me know if you ever feel like that or if I unintentionally hurt you. I only want to inflict the kind of pain which brings you pleasure but you already know that. You were wonderful, my love, don't you worry. You're always perfect for me. I had a bath prepared for you so feel free to take your time as I have to go over some documents now. If you start missing me, feel free to join me in my office, beloved. There's always a place for you by my side.

VANDER loves giving praise and body worshipping his partner both during and after sex. He'll support himself on his side with his arm while gently caressing your face and hair with the other one. He'll gently murmur how beautiful you are and how lucky he is to have you. Despite his size, Vander is an extremely gentle and caring man, something which he never fails to show around you. He also loves making you laugh as it's the most beautiful sound he has ever been blessed to hear so he will often gently tickle your side or tell jokes. Loves kissing the bruises his hands and mouth left on you, always checking with you whether or not they hurt. Because of the kids, the two of you rarely have time for such activities so Vander makes sure to make each and every opportunity incredibly special and intimate.

Look at you, my darlin'. I keep askin' myself just what have I done to deserve someone as lovely and stunning as you. You are amazing, you know that? You always make me feel so good and I hope I managed to return that favor. I'm sorry we don't get to do this more often but that makes it all the more special, don't you think? Looking at you spread out so beautifully next to me makes my head go all fuzzy, I'll never understand how an old sod such as myself managed to find someone as sweet and alluring as you. Sleep now, love, you deserve to rest. I love you so much, never forget that.

SEVIKA could never get tired of the feeling of your body against hers, so she'll often have you rest on her lap while she sits against the headboard and smokes. She'll draw gentle circles against your thigh with her free hand, admiring the marks she left all over your pretty, pliant body. Will gladly share her cigar with you if you ask her for it, thinks you look adorable when you try to inhale the smoke and fail miserably. She'll pat your back and take her cigar back, telling you to just relax against her until she's finished after which the two of you will take a nice, hot shower. Always asks about how it was for you because she knows she did well and made you see stars but hearing it from you makes pride swell up in her chest. Loves focusing on your pleasure and making you feel good even though she can be rough at times. But Sevika makes sure to make up for any roughness by taking good care of you afterwards.

Just like that, baby, just relax against me. There's no rush, we have all the time in the world. Hand me my lighter, will you? Thank you, sweetness. You want to take a drag? Go ahead but try not to choke haha. What did I tell you, baby, bitter stuff like this aren't meant for some as cute and sweet as you. I'd hate to have my darling choke on anything other than my fingers or stra- Okay okay, no need to be embarrassed, you certainly weren't before. Alright, I'll stop teasing for now, the last thing I want is to have my baby be cross with me so just rest and I promise I'll wash your hair later, sound good? Of course it does, I know all my darling's weak spots.

Oh, this sweet, sweet man. VIKTOR needs to feel your closeness and warmth after you two do it. He loves engulfing your form with his arms and just holding you for a while. He often craves reassurance, needs to know he made you feel good and loved. Your pleasure and enjoyment are a top priority to him and he often doubts his ability to satisfy you because of his health issues. But with how attentive and careful he is, you know he could never make you feel anything less than amazing and he needs you to tell him that. He loves feeling your warmth against him and proposes a bath after the two of you catch your breath. You both wash each other's hair and bodies, making ridiculous shapes with the foam and blowing bubbles all around you. What follows is a soft make out session filled with gentle, wandering touches and tender praise.

Was that alright for you, ljubavi moja? Are you feeling okay? Good, lay down with me for a bit? I just need to feel you next to me, you always make me feel so warm and loved. You were truly wonderful just now, you never cease to amaze me. I am so lucky to have someone so wonderful as my partner, I love you more than anything. Yes, even more than Hextech haha. Your love and care made me realize that there is much more to life than just work and I'll be forever grateful to you for that. Now, how about we take a bath after which we can cuddle as much as you want, alright? Oh, but, can I get a kiss first?

translation: ljubavi moja - my love

3K notes · View notes

toji-girl · 23 days

Text

18+ only - minors dni

AN: please note this is my first time ever writing for Yuta so I am very nervous to post this!

tags: fem reader + explicit smut + househusband! Yuuta + food + idk he's very much in love with you + body worship + hand job + spit + praising + cum eating + blowjob

Like clockwork, your husband greeted you at the door wearing an apron over a crisp white button shirt and slacks, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. "Hi, how was work baby?" He asked and looked at you.

His eyes roamed your body up and down slowly like he was looking at the last thing he'd ever get to sink his teeth into. "It was irritating as hell; Mia was all in my face today asking me questions and her voice is still ringing in my head like an annoying little fly I can't squash."

You stepped inside and watched as he dropped to his knees once he pinched the extra fabric above them and tugged it up. His eyes latched onto yours waiting for you to finish your sentence, it was clear he listened to you intently, lapping up every word you spoke.

He stood up and put your shoes in the cubby before he helped you take your jacket off, the cool air outside was chilly enough to warrant the need for one now. His lips left a trail of small kisses up your neck.

Over the last two months, you've been fighting your co-worker for the new position of manager and two days ago it was revealed that you won and took over the company fair and square.

Mia did not like that and was sure to let you know any moment she had, even though you have been working there longer than she has. "She kept trying to undermine me and I politely told her that I am not the one to be messed with like that, she got the hint and stopped."

He guided you to the kitchen hand in hand, the cool silver band of his wedding ring felt nice against your flushed skin. "Why are you so dressed up?" You questioned and let him help you sit on the stool.

You watched him adoringly as he served you with pleasure, it was his love language, and being able to make your life easier is his job.

"I wanted to look good for you." His cheeks flushed a pretty pink causing you to lean in to pinch them softly while pressing your lips against his in a sweet kiss before pulling away.

Yuta smiled into the kiss, his eyes never leaving you as you settled into the chair letting him feed you, your tongue swirled around his fingers hearing his breath hitch in his throat at the feel of it.

When he leaned back to eat you let your stocking-covered foot slide up his leg and thigh until you reached his bulge where you pressed in softly. "You're so good to me, so handsome too. I love you. Tell me about your at now." As he spoke you continued to rub him.

His voice hitched as he watched you slide to your knees in front of him while he talked about his day like you requested, his cock twitched when you pulled it free from his slacks. "I love you too."

You looked up at him wrapping your fingers around the base of his dick as you kissed the tip before leaning up to kiss him again, your tongue slid against his yours feeling him throb under your touch.

It was messy as you sucked on his pink muscle, letting them swirl together as you jerked him off using the pre-cum that pooled on the tip, using your thumb you drug the slickness down the length of him.

Yuta moaned into your mouth as his hips bucked, when you pulled away he pouted from the loss of your warmth. "Every single inch of you is perfect, I love being able to touch you Yuta, you're such a good man. Being with you makes me so happy." Your whispered praise made his heart clench and dick spurt more pre-cum.

The wet shlick shlick filled the room the more you worked Yuta up, your mouth sought his again in a kiss that claimed him as your hand jerked him off faster, and you ate up his soft moans letting them spur you on as you wanted him to release and go into that headspace.

He cupped the back of your head keeping your mouth slotted against his as his other one curled under the edge of the dining room chair while pleasure shot down his spine close to coming as you hurried.

"Cum for me pretty boy, you are so very pretty. You should walk around naked, we both should really." Your voice was strained with desire as your fist picked up pace in a frenzy adding spit when you pulled back to sit your asscheeks on the balls of your feet.

His head tilted back as his hair fell in dark curtains, his hips bucking uncontrollably now as you sucked on his engorged head that flared a deep pink, his cock twitched when you took him all the way in triggering his orgasm that spurt and covered the back of your throat.

Just as much as he spoils you, you're sure to do the same with him, it was only fair with how much he treasured you.

#yuta smut #jujutsu kaisen smut #jjk smut #yuta okkotsu smut #jjk x reader #jjk x reader smut #yuta okkotsu #yuta x reader #yuta x you smut

285 notes · View notes

xxblairexxss · 10 months

Text

Trauma

Pairing : Charles Leclerc x reader

Theme : Fluff

In which you asked your boyfriend to try your cooking but ended up giving him a trauma.

“Charles! Can you come here for a second?”

You gave the soup one final stir before turning the stove to a medium heat. You could hear your boyfriend’s steps as he made his way to you. Charles had always been so excited to try your cooking. Whenever you called him while you were in the kitchen, he knew it had something to do with the food. Sometimes he would give it a compliment before he even tasted it, claiming that you could never make anything tastes bad.

“It smells so good, baby!”

“You should try it first! I’m not sure about this one.” You lifted a spoonful of the potato leek soup up to your lips to cool it down before feeding it to Charles.

“You are a good cook, baby. Everything you make tastes good.”

“Stop with the compliment! Taste it first.”

Unknown to him, you had actually dissolved an amount of salt in the spoonful of soup before you fed him. You couldn’t even swallow the soup when you gave it a taste earlier so surely, Charles would spit it out in an instant too, right? Unless if he wanted to be a good boyfriend.

“Is it still hot?”

“No, I cooled it down already.” You saw Charles opened his mouth and consumed the soup with no second thoughts.

“….”

You could see him trying so hard to control his facial expression but few of the attempts went down the drain as you saw his brows furrowed when he turned his face away.

“Did it taste really bad….?”

Charles remained silent but his face was still contorted, looking as if he was in a great affliction as he immediately went to get himself a glass of water and gurgled on it before chugging it down.

“How rude?! Did you really have to do that?”

“Do what?”

“That! You freaking gurgled the water! Did you think I would miss that?”

He placed the mug away and wiped on his mouth before shrugging his shoulders at you. “I didn’t do anything.”

“Oh, you liar!”

“Have you tasted it?” He cocked his brow in a jaunty way and pointed at the soup.

“Yeah, obviously I tasted it first.”

“And you didn’t feel like you have to wash your throat?”

“No, it was fine to me.”

“Are we talking about the same dish?”

You rolled your eyes to his question and dipped the ladle into the pot to fill up your spoon with the soup and swallowed it.

“Wait, you gonna die!” Charles stepped closer and was going to pull the spoon away before you could taste it but you were faster.

“You sure love to overreact, silly!”

“How are you fine?!” He cried out when your face didn’t contorted in the same way he did.

“Because it tasted fine to me! Here, give it another taste.” You used the ladle to refill the spoon and handed it to him but he stepped away. Not in disgust but in fear.

You were going to laugh at his reaction because it was so adorable but you hold it in and scowled at him defiantly. “Charles Leclerc. Why are you acting as if I’m poisoning you?”

“No, I’m not. I’m just…full.”

“All of sudden?” You bursted out laughing but he didn’t find it funny so he was just looking at you in disbelief.

“I don’t think it’s funny, baby. It tasted like something I have never tasted before. I don’t think anyone can messed up their cooking to that extend even with eyes at the back of their head. I’m not joking.” He took the spoon away from you so you could stop shoving it in his mouth.

“I’m sorry, honey. It was the salt!” You cackled with laughter and pinched on his cheek.

“It was the what?”

“The salt! I put tons of it on purpose to see how far you would go to take care of my feelings. Turned out you didn’t even care.” You jutted out your lower lips and punched him on his chest.

“Ow!” Charles winced and took your hand in his to plant a kiss on your palm. “I’m sorry, baby. I tried to control my expression but I could feel myself getting light-headed and I thought I was gonna faint so I lost control of my body.”

“Excuses, excuses.” You playfully sticked your tongue out at him and gave his chest another punch.

“It was the truth!”

“Give it another taste, honey! No more salt this time I promise.”

“No, I’ll pass. I think you might just gave me a trauma.”

#f1 x reader #f1 imagine #f1 imagines #charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc imagine #charles leclerc #charles leclerc imagines

1K notes · View notes

billskeis · 2 months

Note

heyyy how are youu? can you do 2009tom x reader fluff,where tom meets reader’s family for the first time,he meets her niece and nephew,also her brother and etc🥹

ᡣ𐭩 tom meeting your family

“come on tomm, it’s really cold..!” you exclaim to your boyfriend as your shivering in your spot at the front door of your parent’s house.

“wait babe i gotta grab the cake i bought,”

he slammed his car door to reveal a somewhat fancy paper bag that presumably carried the cake he was talking about.

“you bought cake? you’re so cute, they’ll definitely love you with or without it though,”

“i know—i just—first impressions y’know?”

you kiss him on the cheek to watch his face turn a rosy palette, knocking on the front door the both of you await for someone to let you in sooner than later.

as the door swung open, you were immediately met with your loving mom.

“hey baby—mwah—” as she kisses you on the cheek, “this must be tom! hello hii welcome to the fam it’s so nice to finally meet you!”

“it’s great to finally meet you too..”

“call me mom!”

“o-okay..! i bought a cake, i hope it you’ll like it,”

“oh how kind of you sweetie, i’ll take that from you! come in come in you guys must be so cold,”

the two of you enter the house you once remembered to love so dearly before you moved out with tom. looking in his direction, you can see him smile ear to ear as his cheeks tint a nice pink.

he’s shy, and nervous, but secretly so happy over the fact that your mom already loves him.

as the two of you converse, you find that tom get’s along with everyone. he met your dad, loves him. your brother and tom both play the guitar, tom offering to even give one of his own to him to which your brother jumps in joy.

aunts and uncles and grandparents treat him as their own, pinching at his cheeks, spoon-feeding him, giving him immense amount of compliments, hugging him as if he were their own blood and the overall coddling of your 20 year old boyfriend.

however, it seems as though one particular individual isn’t so fond of him.

“who the heck is this!? and what’re you doing with y/n??” it appears to be a small boy, probably around the age six or seven, gap toothed and seems to be in a sour mood at the appearance of your boyfriend.

“sammy, this is tom! my boyfriend!”

his face contorts in disapproval, tom pouting to retaliate your nephew’s foul mood.

“no—i don’t like him..”

“hey! you don’t get to talk to my boyfriend like that..”

“tch, whatever.”

you click your tongue and decide to just go prepare and grab plates of food for tomorrow and yourself to eat.

you had to leave before you actually strangled the kid.

“i’ll be back baby i’m just gonna go grab us something to eat ‘kay?” tom nods as you kiss his cheek to leave him in the room with sam.

silence. absolute silence, as they both stood there staring at each other.

“do you love her?” sammy asks.

“i do love her.”

“what do you love about her?”

“everything. she’s my whole world to me, i was hoping to get along with her family, she says it means a lot to her that we do,”

sam twiddles his thumbs within his hands, had he made y/n upset? was he being immature?

one cannot help but feel protective over the aunty that cared for her since he was born.

“you like—really really—love her??”

“really really, sam,”

“ew don’t say my name, but i guess.. i guess i can get to know you,”

“yeah?”

“yeah.”

“but if you ever break y/n’s heart.. i’ll come for you,”

“alright big man, whatever you say,”

tom holds out a fist, sammy hesitates to reciprocate the gesture, with a big cheeky smile, the little boy punches tom’s arm and runs off to god knows where.

“ow..”

as tom rubs his arm to relieve himself of the pain, standing alone, he feels a tug on the jeans he calls pants, way too baggy for him to even touch his legs, but enough that he felt the sensation of pulling at the bottom of them.

he looks down, he spots a little girl, seemingly younger than sammy. in pink frills and two low pigtails, she looks up at tom with beady eyes.

“well hello there child,”

she doesn’t respond. not yet verbal enough to actually make out the words she would’ve wanted to say to him, if there were any at all.

letting go of the pant leg, she makes grabbing motions at tom. to his surprise, it seems as though stranger danger isn’t really a concept to her as it is for sammy.

picking her up in his arm, he carries your niece holding him up to his chest as she sit on his forearm comfortably.

he jumps her up and down in his arms to see her smile, also smiling on his own.

“why aren’t you cute??”

he coos, holding out a finger in front of her, for her to wrap the totality of her hand around his index finger.

tom could feel his heart melt at the sight of how adorable she was.

coming back, you hold two plates in both hands to witness the site of your boyfriend getting along with your niece.

“aren’t you two the sweetest?? seems like you’ve meet lily!”

“she’s so.. cute!”

the little girl cannot help but shy away, hiding her face in tom’s neck.

it doesn’t explicitly show, but it seems as though your niece has taken a very big liking to tom, she definitely thinks hes the cutest boy she’s ever seen.

“hey! don’t go stealing tom from me now, that’s my boyfriend,” you rush to put the plates full of food on the table to tickle at your niece.

she giggles and jolts in tom’s grasp as he attempts to securely hold onto her, lily wrapping her small arms around his neck.

you sulk and cross your arms, she won the battle, but you also cannot help but gawk at the sight of seeing tom hold your niece so lovingly.

“she stole my boyfriend from me,” you scowl as you playfully hit tom’s arm.

chuckling, tom cannot hide the wide grin plastered on to his face, smiling ever so brightly.

“jealous?”

“…yes”

“awww don’t be like that, you’ll have enough of me later,”

your mouth agape as he smirks at you, clearly intending something behind that, you feel anxious, but impatient.

you need to give him a child.

#tokio hotel #tokio hotel x y/n #tokio hotel x you #tokio hotel x reader #tokio hotel fluff #tom kaulitz #tom kaulitz x y/n #tom kaulitz x you #tom kaulitz x reader #tom kaulitz fluff #2000s #fyp #billskeis

149 notes · View notes

astraysimp · 5 months

Text

Hi besties! I’m back with more dad!skz Hannie edition! I hope y’all are ready, because Han and his twins are a handful and a half! I’ve really been enjoying writing dad!skz, maybe I’m having slight baby fever idk

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥Summary: Yours and Han’s twins ( fraternal boy and girl) are a handful…..yet somehow Han may be the most to deal with.

⌦ .｡.:*♡ Warnings: Dad!Han, your twins are 1 year old, both twins have Han’s cheekies and boba eyes( it would be a crime if they didn’t), super fluffy, pouty Hannie, pet names, boy boy is a mumma’s boy and baby girl is a daddy’s girl, fem!reader

⌦ .｡.:*♡ Ji-Yeong is your energetic daddy’s girl, who is TOTALLY wrapped around her little finger

⌦ .｡.:*♡Ji-Seok is your more calm baby. He is definitely a mommy’s boy but does get in trouble with his sister. The older twin–even if it’s only by 2 minutes

┆ ° ♡ • ➵ ✩ ◛ °┆ ° ♡ • ➵ ✩ ◛ °┆ ° ♡ • ➵ ✩ ◛ °┆ ° ♡ • ➵ ✩ ◛ °┆ ° ♡ • ➵ ✩ ◛ °

You had just gotten home from work, feeling tired and ready to settle down for the night with your babies and husband, Jisung. Parking your car in the driveway and locking the doors, you toed your shoes off, letting out a sigh. Expecting to hear laughing and giggles, you were met with silence. Confused, you made your way into the kitchen, seeing your husband asleep on the couch, two sleeping babies next to him.

But…..it was dinner time. Smiling to yourself, you leaned down placing kisses on their heads. “Sungie? Honey? Wake up, my love. It’s dinner time, we got two hungry babies to feed.” You whispered, seeing him shuffle, as your baby boy started waking up. Jisung, then, opened his eyes, looked around, still groggy. “Huh? What? Oh, hi my love. You’re home.” He sleepily smiled, pecking your lips. You smiled and carefully took Ji-Seok into your arms, feeling him nuzzle into your hold. “Hi my baby boy, did you miss mommy, hm?” You smiled, as he put his chubby hands on your cheeks, smushing his lips to yours. “Mommy gets a kiss,too? Waaaahh, my baby is too sweet.” You smiled, seeing Jisung get up, with Ji-Yeong in his arms. Turning to them, you smiled, kissing Ji-Yeong on her cheeks. “Oh my goodness! Is that my precious flower?!” You smiled, pressing more kisses to her and her brother’s faces as they giggled. Pouting, Jisung looked at you, his lower lip jetted out. “W-what about me? I was your baby first. Where’s dada’s kiss?” He whined, cheeks puffing up just like the twins’. Laughing, you kissed him all over his face, pressing multiple kisses to his lips. “Is that better,hm? My big baby.” You giggled, pinching his cheek, as he nodded.”Okay okay, I have three hungry babies to feed,” You smiled.

Once you and Jisung made it to the kitchen, you each sat the twins in their high chairs and fastened bibs around their necks. “Hmmm, are my babies hungry? Do my babies want to eat?” You smiled, as the twins smacked their hands against the trays of their highchairs and Jisung nodded. So, you grabbed each of their bottles, food and spoons, before sitting in front of them. Taking a spoonful of mashed sweet potatoes, you hold it out to Ji-Yeong, then repeating the same to Ji-Seok. “Aaahhhh, say ahhh. Mmmmm yummy.” You smiled, as they ate, their cheeks puffing up just like Jisung’s did. But, then you turned your head , where Jisung sat pouting. “Yah, Yeobo-ah. What’s wrong?why are you pouting and sulking and not helping me feed them?” He whined, crossing his arms, “I want to be fed too!” Jisung whined and your jaw dropped. “Yah! Aigoo! Sungie, they’re babies , you’re an adult. Why do I need to feed you too?” You groaned, resuming feeding the twins. “Because I was your baby first, yeobo! What about me?!” Rolling your eyes, you flicked his forehead, and grabbed his chopsticks. “Say ahhhh, my babies,” You smiled, feeding them sweet potatoes, before turning to feed Jisung a bite of his Japchae. Watching his cheeks puff up, you smiled as he chewed his food. “Mmm, thank you, darling.” he muttered, through a mouthful of food. You just rolled your eyes.

45 minutes of feeding three babies–yeah Jisung that includes you– you put the empty dishes in the dishwasher and picked up Ji-Seok. “Aigooo, my precious prince is getting so big. But, now it’s bath time, so you get all clean for bedtime.” You smiled, tickling his tummy. Jisung had Ji-Yeong in his arms, bouncing her as he kissed her cheeks. “Bath time for my babies. Sungie, that doesn’t include you.” You pointed at him, before kissing Ji-Yeong’s nose. “Wah! Why not?!” “Yah, what do you mean why not?! You’re an adult. I’m not bathing you!” You three back, walking to your upstairs bathroom. Following you up, Jisung whined,”But wwwwhhhyyyyyy? I want you to bathe meeeee,” He pouted. You sighed, running a bath for the babies, you undressed Ji-Seok and set him in as Jisung did the same with JI-Yeon. Bath time went as smoothly as it could with twins and a whiny Jisung. “Baby, I will do your skincare routine for you, that’s it. No bath, take it or leave it.” Yo untold him, as you washed the baby shampoo out of Ji-Seok’s hair. Nodding his head, Jisung smiled and giggled to the twins. “Wahhh, isn’t mommy so nice babies? Should we give her kissies?” He smiled, carefully picking both babies up (with a small groan) before they all pressed their lips on your face. Laughing, you returned their kisses, as you took Ji-Seok into your arms, drying with a towel and dressing him into pajamas.”Ooooh, thank you so much my babies. My sweet babies.”

You and Jisung made your way into the twins’ nursery, both babies in pajamas and ready for bed. Smiling, you carefully laid Ji-Seok in his crib, a stuffed quokka next to him–we know you did that, Jisung. Kissing his forehead you smiled, walking over to where Jisung has laying an already asleep Ji-yeong in her crib. You and Jisung kissed her forehead.”Sweet dreams, my angels.” You smiled, holding Jisung’s hand, as you made your way back to the bathroom; after you shut the nursery light off and closed the door. “Time to get my third baby ready for bed too huh?” You smiled, gently pushing him to sit on the closed toilet seat. He smiled and nodded,sliding his hands around your waist. “Yes, please, baby.Thank you,” he smiled, pecking your lips. Kissing him back, you smiled and slid a hairband on him. “Wah, so cute. My precious Sungie.” You pinched his cheeks as he laughed, his heart shaped smile appearing. “Ssttoopppp. You’re making me blush.” He pouted, cheeks turning red as you giggled. Washing his face off with facewash, you wiped his face with a toner pad. “ Why should I stop? My hubby is so cute and he gave me the cutest little munchkins.” You smiled, squishing his cheeks. Pulling you against him, he whined, “Jagiyaaaaaa, stopppp. I’m all blushy.” He smiled and rested his chin on your stomach to look up at you. “But, you’re so cute. Sooooooo cute, those big eyes and that cute nose and puffy cheeks. Gaahhh I just want to bite those cheeks!” You giggled, kissing his nose and cheeks, multiple times. Pouting, he stood up and pulled you into his chest. “Let’s go to bed, can’t handle your cuteness, anymore.” He smiled, pressing a kiss to your lips. So, you finished your night routines and brushed your teeth, ready to cuddle in bed.

Reaching your bedroom, Jisung flicked the lights on and made his way to his side of the bed. “Tuck me in, please?” He pouted at you, making grabby hands. Giggling, you nodded and walked over to his side, holding the blankets up.”Sure, jagi. Get in.” You smiled, as he climbed in and settled himself against the headboard. “Mmm, so warm. Thank you, darling. “ Nodding, you climbed into your side of the bed and slid into his side. Suddenly feeling sentimental, Jisung placed a kiss to the top of your head and squeezed you tighter to his side. “Hey, honey love?” He asked, looking down at you. You looked ar him , and soothingly rubbed a hand against his chest. “Yes, my dear?” You softly smiled, reaching up to run a hand through his hair. “Thank you.” He said, softly. “For what, Sungie?” You asked, watching him as he ran a hand through his hair before grabbing your hand and fiddling with your wedding ring. “Everything. For choosing me, loving me, saying yes to me, marrying me, giving me the twins. Just….thank you. I love you so much, and the twins. You three are my world, my everything.” He whispered, still messing with your ring. Smiling softly, you pulled him into a soft love filled kiss. “Oh Jisungie, my sweet hubby. I will always choose you, always have and always will. It’s always been you, for me. Thank you,too, for choosing and loving me. And for showing me what love is, whether it’s the love you show me or the love you show our angels.” You smiled, eyes welling up with tears. He,too, teared up and pulled you in for a tight, warm cuddle. “Yeobo…….my little honey bear…..we were meant to be together in every life in every universe.” He whispered, wiping your tears. “You’re my Sungie. I love you,” you whispered in his chest,a day of taking care of your babies(including Jisung) catching up to you and fell asleep. He smiled and turned the lights off, patting your hair. “And you’re my ynnie, forever and always.” Those were the last words he whispered, falling asleep,himself.

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ ❀Please don’t steal,repost or plagiarize my works. ASraySimp 2023˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ ❀

Tags| @jinnie-ret @binsito @channiesbakery

#skz fluff #stray kids fluff #stray kids texts #lee know fluff #seungmin fluff #seungmin x reader #han jisung fluff #jeongin x reader #bang chan #changbin fluff #han jisung fake texts #han jisung x reader #skz han #han x reader #skz texts #skz imagines #han skz #skz jisung #dad!skz

230 notes · View notes

angelmichelangelo · 1 year

Text

the dad diaries for @turrondeluxe ❤️

if anybody doesn’t know, the peepaw and babies au has TOTALLY taken over my brain like. in the best way possible so of course i just had to write a lil fic for it <3 i hope u like this, amigo! i have other little ideas floating around in my head if you’d ever want more fic version of your au :) anyway enough rambling ENJOY!! everybody go check out the au i’m fairly certain everything is archived on @peepawronin for your enjoyment :-)

His coffee, as strong as it may, didn’t deter the headache that was blossoming behind his tired, weary eyes from expanding; creeping across the front of his skull with each steady pulse of his heartbeat.

He takes another sip, steels himself to see if perhaps the magic he knows does not truly exist has worked and…

“Papa!”

There’s the sound of his youngest, voice thick with babyish chub still, carrying across the lair with determination, tallying around inside his squeezing head like a brash drum cymbal.

Before he can push himself up off his stool, it goes off again, shrill and impatient,

“Papa! Papa! I’m telling!”

That was nothing new for Michelangelo these days, that familiar old phrase, minced with saccharine dramatics, he’s blinking his eyes hard to starve off the rest of the headache that threatens him; the kind that travels down the back of his skull and towards his shell and over his spine and makes him feel about a million years old.

He heaves a sigh. He already feels a million years old these days, what with the trophies of his days gone by evident across his aging body, like his trick knee and the ache he gets in his elbow when it perhaps rains a little too hard. It’s one thing to feel it physically, but the added bonus of it being emotional as well weighs just a touch too heavy for his liking.

He comes to a stop in the pit where the sounds are louder and more pitchier, and there’s two little turtles to accompany them, faces all pinched into varying degrees of annoyance.

It’s Odyn who reaches him first, as it often is, he’s a daddy’s boy at heart, little tiny legs carrying him the small distance that separates them, he goes barrelling into the larger, older turtle, face first into his pant leg. He’s gripping the edges of the fabric with three little fingers, giving it a sharp tug when he says with a rush of air,

“Papa, Uno is being mean again!” He whines, pressing his snout into Mikey’s leg. “He keeps calling me names!”

Uno has since joined their fray now, chest heaving with each stuttered breath as if the idea of being accused of such a thing is stunting each draw of air into his lungs.

“No I didn’t!” He retorts, voice all pitchy and nasally. Michelangelo groans softly to himself. “He’s just being a baby! Like he always is!”

Such a spiteful word directed towards their youngest is enough to erupt a hurtful sob from the smaller turtle. He buries his face further into his fathers leg, his voice warbled and muffled from both the tears the the mouth full of pant he has right now, but Mikey is able to carefully decipher it of something along the lines of, (in true irony),

“See! He keeps calling me a baby!”

He pries his son’s iron grip off from his leg, forcing him to look upwards with a tap of his finger beneath his damp chin. Fat tears roll down his cheeks, framing his face almost perfectly, he looks at his child sternly.

“You know not to take it to heart, hm? Do you eat baby food and wear diapers?”

Odyn sniffles, bringing a fist up to scrub away at the snot collected beneath his snout.

“No?”

Mikey hums. “And do you chew on furniture and need papa’s help to feed yourself?”

Odyn shakes his head. “No, papa.”

Michelangelo grins softly. “Then you’re not a baby. You know that, I know that.” He looks pointedly at his other son who is unmovable under his gaze. “Uno knows that. He only says it to get a rise out of you, right?”

Odyn’s bottom lip wobbles dangerously. “Yes,” he says in a rush, “but—”

Michelangelo is swift to cut in. “But I will deal with your brother. Okay?”

Odyn doesn’t seem entirely swayed; Michelangelo thinks that maybe he wanted some sort of permission to perhaps say a bad word directed at his brother, or maybe to have it out in a short scrap and there as kind of emotional compensation that only siblings would believe to be a reliable source of insurance against name calling.

But the smaller turtle eventually heaves a heavy, wet sigh, and nods his head solemnly.

“Good. Go play with your sisters,” Michelangelo instructs him, tapping him gently against the ridge of his shell. “I think they’re coloring. Will you make me something pretty?”

That gets his spirits up, the smile beaming across his face so bright, it might as well evaporate his previous tears left behind on his cheeks.

“Okay!” He calls out with delight as he toddles off to join his other, much quieter siblings on the far side of the room. Mikey watches them as they scoot aside and make space for him, offering up a fresh slice of paper, he’s already making grabby hands for the brightest crayons they own.

“He’s always getting me into trouble.”

That’s Uno’s low, forbidding voice, all full of that way too early angst that he recognises from himself and his brothers in their adolescent years, and when Mikey turns to face him, he’s sullen.

He doesn’t wait to hear whatever wisdom his father might be able to offer, instead, his bottom lip is trembling like it’s heavy with the weight of all the words he wishes to say; all the woes and the hurt that comes with having little brothers, and suddenly, with his face drawn in such an expression and his eyes narrowed and his mouth tight, Michelangelo sees a glimpse of Raphael in this child.

“You know, I was the youngest of my brothers,” Michelangelo explains to him. He motions for him to follow as they leave the pit, letting the soft voices of the other children behind them as they walk back towards the kitchen from which he came. “I pulled the same tricks he pulls from time to time.”

Uno pauses his end of conversation to clamber on top of the barstool that wobbles slightly under his swaying weight. Michelangelo steadies it with a hand until his son is fully situated, and once he is, he’s swiveling around to face the older turtle, still sporting the same, sour expression across his younger face.

“Then why’d you let him get away with it?” He says, words barbed, like this was somehow his fault now. “It’s not fair, papa.”

And Michelangelo chuckles softly. There are the glimpses of Donatello that shine through, like bright sunshine filtering through curtains in the early morning in hues of gold – that sharp intellect that constantly comes with its millions of almost unanswerable questions.

“Because I also know what my older brothers were capable of,” he tells him gently. “They did all they could to push my buttons, to get me in trouble. They knew how to play the game without getting themselves a foul.”

Uno heaves a loaded sigh, his plastron rising and falling, his hardened glare seems to melt away a little as he allows his father’s words to soak in.

“I just hate him,” he says suddenly, words dark and low. “He’s so annoying.”

Michelangelo stiffens at that. And at his father’s physical reaction, Uno shrinks a little, aware of what he’d just said; how loaded his words were.

“You don’t hate him.” Michelangelo tells him, Uno’s gaze gingerly lifts to meet his. “You are annoyed by him, yes, but hate is such a strong word, musko-san.”

Uno’s dark eyes flicker across the room with nerves, caught out, he wrings his hands together, as if trying to rid himself of the nervous energy that this conversation was building within him.

“I’m sorry chichi,” he says in a small voice. “That was mean. I don’t hate Uno.”

Michelangelo hums. “I know.” Then, “You know how I know?”

Uno shakes his head.

“The time you taught him kanji,” he begins to list. “Or when he lost a tooth and you soothed him because he was hurt.” He watches with pride as a small smile ghosts across his child’s face. “Or whenever you read to him before bed, even when it’s the stories you have already heard before.”

Uno rubs tiredly at his eyes; all of these emotions are a lot to bear for such a small boy.

“I know you love your brother, Uno,” Michelangelo tells him, tapping a green finger beneath his chin to gather his focus. “I know because I see so much of your oji in your soul.” He smiles warmly at his son. “Each one of them,” he adds, moving his finger down from his face to rest across his plastron, right over where his heart lies. “Right here, hm?”

Uno shifts in his seat, the old, worn barstool groans under his growing weight, he pitches himself as far forward as he can go without toppling off, looking up at his father with big, round curious eyes.

“Really?” He says, voice clinging to an awed whisper.

“Really.” Mikey tells him with a stern nod. “Now go play,” he says quickly, flapping him away with a dismissive hand.

“Papa hasn’t had enough coffee this morning,” he mutters, pinching his eyes narrowly to try and avoid the impending headache that’s crawling back across his skull. “Try not to have anymore arguments until at least late afternoon, yes?”

Uno hops off his seat, almost tripping in the process, he stands tall when he tells him,

“That’s okay!” He’s smiling now. A sight Mikey is sure he’ll never truly tire of, no matter how many headaches life brings. “Maybe I can ask the others if I can draw too, and we’ll make you something nice to make you feel better, hm?”

Michelangelo reaches across the countertops for his discarded beverage from earlier. Curling his fingers around the mug, he finds with welcomed surprise that it’s still warm. “You better,” he tells him with an entirely serious tone surrounding his words, raising one brow ridge for emphasis. “I didn’t spend hours scavenging those crayons for nothing.”

And with that, Uno is padding off in the direction of where his other children are gathered; straining an ear he can hear their excitable chatter and babble as they continue to work together.

And when their eldest sibling joins in, there doesn’t seem to be any lasting animosity; Odyn shows off what he’s already made, pride and excitement swelling over whatever leftover hurt from their spat, and Michelangelo chuckles to himself as he listens to Uno’s gentle encouragement that floats through front the other room.

He brings the coffee mug to his lips, steam curls itself around his snout, and a smile touches at his face, the slightest of turns. He awards himself with another mouthful, and whilst it doesn’t do much to quell his migraine, it does feel deserved.

And later that night, when he has all four of his children growing heavy in his arms, fighting a battle against fatigue that they are bound to lose against, as it is most nights, he watches his as Uno shuffles in closer to his brother, his pudgy little arm draped across the slope of his shell, and Odyn, his jaw slack, drool dried across his chin, his soft snores only just about disturbing the silence that falls across the room, he seems to curl into his brother’s offered warmth and Michelangelo smiles softly to himself.

Here in his lap are his children – the little turtles that call him papa and rush to him to settle disputes and disagreements, and to kiss scraped knees and to devote each of their wobbly crayon drawings to him that end up covering the fridge and the kitchen walls in a decoration of color and love and he knows that even with coffee, even with the best coffee in the world, all of this is worth a thousand bad headaches. Tomorrow might bring peace and tranquility and ease, or perhaps it shall be Yi and Moja that decide to scrap and fight or maybe all four will fall out of love momentarily, as siblings often do.

Michelangelo should know, he’s been one his entire life, even if his brothers are no longer here to push his buttons or fight him or argue over petty, useless things, he knows with great ease, that despite it all, they always found their way back together, whether it was over something big or small – that was the love between brothers and family.

He presses his sleeping turtles closer to him, curling his arms around them, they melt around his warmth and he knows that much like his group of siblings, these four here, were no exception to the same rules.

He closes his eyes and basks in the moment, acutely aware in the moment of quiet, of the headache that has finally shrunk itself away.

#tmnt idw #tmnt last ronin #tmnt the lost years #tmnt fanfiction #tmnt fanfic #tmnt fic #tmnt michelangelo #tmnt au

621 notes · View notes

ginandginny · 7 months

Text

BSD Characters With a Sick S/O

Genre: Fluff, humour.

Warnings: Mentions of death and su!cide in Dazai’s part, pet names. Some characters might be a bit ooc, and this is very cringe, and a lil suggestive. Swearing.

Featuring: Yosano, Gin, Aku, Dazai, Chuuya, Atsushi, Kunikida, Jouno, Tecchou,

Format: Headcanons plus scenarios

Various BSD!characters x gender neutral reader (Chuuya uses ‘princess’ once, Dazai uses ‘belladonna’)

Part one out of three

Coloured character names are the characters I’m featuring in this fic

OSAMU DAZAI

-How do I start…

-He’s worried. Like it’s not life-threatening, but he’s worried. Maybe because he won’t be able to do a double suicide with you-

-He’d use this as an excuse to skip work. 😭😭😭

-He somehow gets Kunikida to buy the medicine for him. Maybe some convincing lies, and few casual mentions of extortion. 🥲

-You’d be lying in bed like “Honey I need medicine I’ll be fine on my own for a while; can you go buy it?” And dudes like “Nah, we’re getting free delivery service from Kunikida.” 😘

-He’d feed you your medicine and food, and call you ‘good girl’ when you swallow. My mind just went somewhere else if you know what I mean

-Cuddles

-Still very annoying

“Awwwwww, my poor baby is sick.” DAZAI mocked. He pinched your cheeks playfully. “Maybe I’d get to skip work, taking care of you.”

“Shut up.” You grumbled, attempting to throw a pillow at him. He cooed at you for a while, annoying you even more. “Osamu, please stop being a dick for once and buy me medicine.” You broke off in another coughing fit. To that response, Dazai smirked. “Tsk tsk tsk, my dear belladonna, why waste our own time, money, and energy when we can waste other’s?”

“Because,” you responded scathingly, “We aren’t parasites, living off of other peoples expenses. Or I’m not. Maybe you are. Like a leech or something. Sucking other peoples money, time and energy. You’re the embodiment of a parasite.” Dazai gasped, pretending to be stabbed in the gut. Dramatically, he fell to the living room floor, feigning hurt.

“Belladonna! You think this lowly of me?! Oh, the pain you have inflicted upon my poor soul…” You snorted to cover up your laugh. Dazai caught that, and smiled. He stood up, and kissed you on the forehead.

“Goodness! You’re burning up! Sorry sweetie, I have a small phone call to make. Be back in a few!” And he waltzed off towards the kitchen. A couple of minutes later, he returned with a cup of tea and some blankets.

“Medicine is on the way here. Make sure you sound like you’re dying when I open the door. Kunikida is very irritated today. In the meantime, have some tea and I’ll put on a movie. Anything in particular you’d like to watch, Bella?”

CHUUYA NAKAHARA

-Saying he overreacted is an understatement 😨😰

-He probably impulsively spent a lot of money on expensive medicine and stuff that’ll make you feel better 🫡🫡

-You’d be his world, and he’s the major satellite revolving around you

-Personally called Mori to explain why he can’t go to work

-He’d carry you everywhere even to use the bathroom 😭

The moment you told CHUUYA you were sick, he instantly called Mori to tell him he couldn’t go to work.

“Blankets, stuffed animals, food, name it I’ll get it.” He said.

“Chuu, I only have a cold.”

“No. I’m not dismissing this. I’ll get you that plushie you wanted last week… actually, I’ll get my subordinates to get it for you. I’m not leaving your side.” He stated firmly. He picked you up bridal style, ignoring your protests, and gently set you in bed, covering you with a blanket.

“Wait here, princess, I’ll get the fluffy blanket you love. Oh and throw pillows. Do want your iPad, laptop, or phone? Never mind I’ll get them all… TV too.” He hurried out of the room before you could stop him. He returned, holding a giant fluffy blanket. You fought back the urge to laugh. He looked so silly, carrying a pile of fluffy fabric. His arms barely wrapped around it, and he looked tinier than ever. He placed it on the bed, spreading it out. He set down your phone too, he turned to get your laptop too before you coughed.

“Are you okay? How are you feeling, shit I forgot about medicine. Right… cough syrup…” He started listing medicine. Chuuya put a show on for you, then went to cook for you. Several times the doorbell rang, it was his subordinates delivering the medicine and other shit he bought for you.

“Chuuya, this is so expensive!” You protested.

“It’s to make you feel better.” He said severely, spooning mash potatoes into your mouth. You were surrounded by plushies, candles, blankets, and throw pillows.

“Oh Chuuya, you being here is just enough for me. I love you so much; you’re the best boyfriend ever.” His face lit up and went to kiss you, then you stopped him, reminding him that you were sick, and that you were currently trying to chew mashed potatoes.

So much for a romantic moment.

YOSANO AKIKO

-Finally a person who knows what she is dealing with

-I mean she’s a doctor of course she knows

-She’d cuddle with you to make you feel better 🥰🥰🥰

-Huge chance that she already has medicine in her house, but if she doesn’t, she probably would threaten Dazai to buy them for her, and she’d pay him back, but Dazai gets either Kunikida or Atsushi to do it and just takes the money 💀

-Yosano would cook your favourite meal, and sternly but affectionately tell you you can’t have ice cream 🫶🫶🫶

-Cares about you very much, but maybe will still go to work

-She’ll send someone to take care of you!! [See: threaten]

YOSANO frowned.

“You’re sick, you say?” She questioned, concerned. She touched your forehead then checked your temperature. Her face relaxed, then she gently patted you on the head and said,

“Don’t worry, it’s just a cold.” I’ll go check if we have medicine. In the meantime, make yourself comfortable.” You nodded glumly, and she smiled, reaching out to cup your cheeks.

“Awwwww, sweetheart, don’t pout. Here, I’ll carry you.”

“I love you so much.” So Yosano carried you too bed, tucked you in and kissed you on the forehead.

“If you need anything, call me.”

“Okay. Thank you.” She left the room, and you found yourself drifting off until you heard Yosano talking in the living room. It sounded like she was threatening to mutilate someone. Something about medicine and money. Such a loving girlfriend I have, you thought affectionately, recalling how she hugged you, and her scent. You fell asleep, and when you woke up, it was already time for dinner.

“Good evening, my sleeping beauty.” You looked up to find Yosano sitting on the bed, grinning down at you.

“Mornin, love.” You responded groggily. Yosano chuckled.

“Say ‘ahhhh’ for me, darling.” You did what she told you, and she fed you food. Your eyes widened.

“My favourite! Thank youuuu.”

“No problem, sweetheart.” Yosano fed you the rest of your meal, then told you she had the medicine ready. She fed you some, and you made a face and nearly threw up.

“No offense but this tastes like shit.”

“I see you’ve got your attitude back. That’s good. You should be fully recovered in a day or so. And one small question, love. How do you know what shit tastes like?”

That shut you up real quick. You drank the rest of the medicine without complaint. Eventually, Yosano started reading to you.

“Kiss me, you fool!” She cried in a silly voice. She was quite good at reading sad romance novels. You smiled mischievously and leaned in. She smiled too, and before you could talk-

“Shhhh, I’m not going to catch your cold, don’t worry,” she whispered. She tipped your chin up to look at her, then she kissed you.

Quick A/N:

Sorry this took so long! I’m sick, and my roommate, @a-random-weeb is too, so I decided to write this (also because she wrote it too) and it was really rushed. Sorry if it’s cringe and grammar mistakes, and that I only wrote for three characters. University sucks ass.

REBLOGS ARE GREATLY APPRECIATED!

245 notes · View notes

mari-the-bimbo · 1 year

Note

so i do have few ideas, not sure if youll like them but ill still type them 😌 (no particular guys but geto and sukuna shall do the trick? geto my love 😭)

cooking with them, shopping with them, and what i think an interesting concept could be, if their non sorcerer roommate (y/n) gets into a situation with them and they suddenly develop a cursed technique (maybe it was just born because of the sheer willpower to change the situation?

im sorry if these ideas suck im literally thinking of them while pooping so they might be .. shit 👩🏼‍❤️‍💋‍👩🏽

Cooking with Dorm mate Sukuna

A/N: I appreciate you thinking of ideas for me while pooping 😂 thank u pookie 🙏💗 And thank to everyone else ideas too! <33

With your interviews coming up and you being busy with practicing, Sukuna started to miss you, as much as the grump wanted to barge into your room and tackle you to the floor for attention, he knew the mature thing to do is to let you be, and provide any help he can. So here he was making lunch for you.

Your eyes nearly popped out of your sockets as you watched the man make lunch for you. You were definitely surprised.

Watching the big scarily sexy, pink haired man flexing his muscular broad shoulders as he cuts the onions, wearing nothing more than an apron is not for the weak either.

“Wow I didn’t know you knew how to cook!” You teased him as you walked into the kitchen, knowing damn well he can.

He side glares at you before speaking “I WILL hit you with this pan right now” he says very casually.

You laugh at his impatience, and stand behind him, wrapping your arms around his waist, stifling a laugh as you feel him slightly lean back into your embrace.

“Thank you for making lunch ‘kuna” you say gratefully into his muscular back. He hums in response, before replying.

“Make you lunch, drive you to campus, guess I’m just your personal slave yeah doll?”

“My favourite slave if that makes you feel any better” you reply.

But instead of responding, he leans further back into your embrace, but this time he puts all his heavy weight on to you, making you seconds away from being crushed by the big beefy thug.

“Ah!! Sukuna! You’re gonna crush me you big buffalo!” You complain, eliciting an evil laugh from the man, who found your tiny body trying to fight him off hilarious. “That’s the plan” he chuckles, without taking his eyes off the garlic bread he was cutting up. “Moveeee” you angrily muffle against his back which was pressed into your face.

He finally moves once he was satisfied. He smiles charmingly as you glare at him, and reaches out to pinch your cheeks, further making your cheeks puff in annoyance.

“How dare you try to crush me! I-“ your sentence is cut off as Sukuna feeds you some of the garlic bread, effectively shutting you up. “Taste good little one?” He asks as he turns back to frying the chicken. “Yup” you say with a nod.

He looks at you momentarily before speaking, “God, you’re like a baby, gotta give you food to keep you quiet”

You laugh before teasing the pink haired man. “Well that’s because I am your baby” you say with a flirty smile.

You watch him smirk as he turns off the heat, and faces you. “Oh yeah?” He says with an amused raised eyebrow.

“Yeah”

He chuckles before grabbing you and picking you up to place you on the counter top. “Pretty baby aren’t you?” He says as he inches closer to your lips. “Yep” you reply again. He grins ear to ear before grabbing the back of your neck and pulling you in for a rough kiss.

You can’t help but smile as you kiss him back. “Finally giving me some attention you brat” he says as you pull away.

“You always have my attention you meanie” you say with a sweet smile.

944 notes · View notes

ctitan98official · 2 months

Text

Daniela Dimitrescu x Y/N who has a kid part 2

I’m really excited to return to this AU and it’s been highly requested that I write a sequel! Read the first part here! Let’s get into it!

You and Dani have gone on quite a few dates recently. She had been terrified to tell you about her… Family situation. But, after the whole fainting episode, you told her that nothing could change the way you feel about her. You just want to be with her.

Dani, being the softy she is, balled her eyes out at your statement for half an hour.

She still hasn’t brought you to meet her mother yet, but… Baby steps. You two are content to stay in the safe, private bubble you have created for your relationship. No one else needs to know how much you like each other (Well, Ana being the exception).

This morning, you’re feeding Ana as she sits in her highchair. You make silly faces at her as you offer her spoonfuls of food and she squeals happily while she eats.

You love bright and fun mornings like these.

Suddenly, you both hear a knock at the door. Who could that be? You aren’t expecting any visitors…

You holler out that the door is open and are met with a very welcome sight. It’s Dani.

“Good morning, my loves!” The chipper redhead calls out.

You smirk and wipe Ana’s face. “Hey, babe. I didn’t know you were coming over today,” You say and go over to give Dani a kiss.

Dani all but purrs the minute your lips touch hers. She pulls back and affectionately pinches your cheek. “Well, I went for a walk in the castle gardens this morning and found the most yummy-looking apples ever!” Dani says, showing you a basket she brought along. “I had to share!” She giggles.

You laugh at this. Dani’s the type of person to make up tons of silly excuses just to see you. But, it’s really sweet that she thinks about you so much.

However, before you can say anything else, Dani gasps when she sees Ana in her highchair nearby. She abruptly shoves the basket into your hands and speeds over to her.

“Hi, baby!” She coos and kisses Ana’s cheek. “I missed you so much!”

Ana is excited to see Dani. So excited, in fact, that she says something that will change you and Dani’s lives… Forever.

“Mama!” Ana babbles happily and reaches out for the redhead to pick her up.

You and Dani immediately freeze at this.

It’s a moment you would have never anticipated, and yet… It feels so right. Dani is like Ana’s mother. She’s so loving and always makes your little one a priority.

But… Is this going to freak Dani out? You don’t know if she will appreciate the title or if it will make her feel uncomfortable. You finally manage to look over at Dani and can see the sheer… Delight on her face.

Dani’s eyes are watering and she’s wearing the most precious smile. She leans closer to gently nuzzle her nose against Ana’s. “Would you… Like me to be your mama, baby?” She asks.

Ana giggles and claps her hands. Repeating one word over and over. “Mama! Mama! Mama!”

Dani picks Ana up and cradles her to her chest, reveling in the warmth of the precious child in her arms.

It’s… Weird, though. As Dani looks at Ana… She feels that a new, stronger attachment has formed between them both. It’s something instinctual and raw. This is her baby now and she will do anything to protect her.

Anything.

Dani breathes heavily at the intense feelings coursing through her.

You, mesmerized and watching from a distance, put the basket of apples on the table and go to join the two in a hug.

Dani hums contentedly. This is her new little family. She loves you and Ana so much.

No words are spoken, and yet everyone knows that something special has just happened.

The rest of the day is spent together.

Later on, as you, Dani, and Ana are snuggling on the couch, Dani finally addresses the elephant in the room. “I… Need you both to meet my mother,” She says quietly.

You feel your heart rate quicken at this. No… You’re not ready! What if she hates you?! Not to mention Dani’s sisters. “I… But… But-!” You try to argue.

Dani just shakes her head at you. “Y/N, my mother needs to know that… I’m a Mama now,” She says, looking down at Ana adoringly and brushing some hair out of her face. “I… Want her to meet you and her new granddaughter,” She says and turns to you. “Don’t you agree?” She asks and raises an expectant eyebrow, her tone holding no room for argument.

You blanch at this, but eventually nod. “I’m… I guess I’m just nervous. What if she doesn’t like me? Telling her that you have a family now is… A pretty big bomb to drop,” You say quietly.

Dani sighs at this. “I know… To be honest, I’m terrified as well,” She admits. “But…” She says and gently pecks Ana on the head. “It’s the right thing to do. She deserves to know about us,” She says with conviction, leaning over and capturing your lips in a kiss.

You eagerly kiss Dani before she pulls back to look at you.

“So… What do you say, Y/N?” She asks, pleading silently with her her eyes.

You laugh at this. Dani’s puppy dog eyes are impossible to resist. “Alright, babe,” You concede.

Dani squeals happily and softly bounces Ana in her arms. “Are you ready to meet grandma, baby?” She asks.

Ana just giggles at Dani’s excited voice.

“I’ll take that as a yes!” She gushes and peppers kisses all over her little one’s face. “We’ll tell her tomorrow! Oh! And you’ll get to meet your aunts too!” Dani declares. She rattles on, telling Ana all about them.

You, on the other hand… Are a little less than enthused. Looks like you’re staying up to write your last will and testament tonight…

Note: In this AU, Dani is kind of giving Giselle from Enchanted XD What do you think??

Masterlist

#re8 #re8 village #y/n is stupid #daniela dimitrescu #daniela dimitrescu x reader #daniela dimitrescu x y/n #re8 daniela #re8 incorrect quotes #re8 fanfiction #resident evil #resident evil village #resident evil 8

60 notes · View notes

eddiesbug · 2 years

Note

request: eddie doesn't die, but he just barely makes it, and visiting him in the hospital with his favorite music and foods and giving him soft cuddles and yeah

FIX-IT FIC

content warnings: STRANGER THINGS VOL 2 SPOILERS, sum light angst but not rly (just lots of relieved crying), reader is totally emotionally crippled, soft cuddles, just loving on the bestest boy

“Mmph…” Eddie’s little grumble has you stirring from a light doze, face pressed against his warm hand on the hospital bed. “Baby?” he calls, voice rasping. The relief his voice gives you is palpable; you really thought you’d lost him and no one has been able to console you for days. You’ve been planted firmly by his side for the entirety of the time he’s been at the hospital, waiting, praying for him to wake up. It seems your prayers have been answered.

He’s disoriented at first, grappling for purchase against your t-shirt. The hospital gown itches and it’s so bright and you’re the only familiarity in the foreign, clinically sterilised room.

A wet sob looses from your throat and your shaking hands cup his face, tracing the curve of his brow, the dip and bump of his nose, the swell of his lips.

“Hi, gorgeous,” you breathe out, tears from your waterlogged lashes obscuring your view of your boyfriend. You feel you need to commit his features to memory now. Just in case. “Thought you were gone, Eds.”

“What a way to go it would’ve been though, right?” he laughs, though his voice is scratchy and strained. Everything hurts and despite that he’s still cracking jokes. Only your Eddie.

You scoff, grabbing his jaw with no real malice and pressing a kiss to the tip of his nose. It makes you ache to even think about him being gone. You don’t think your heart could take it.

“It’s not even funny. I don’t know what I’d do without you. It really looked like you’d died, baby.”

“Couldn’t leave my favourite girl, could I?”

“Better not. I need you, idiot.” You growl playfully, lacing your fingers through his grubby ones and kissing each of his knuckles in turn. He draws your hand up to his face, opening your clenched fingers and pressing his face to your warm palm. You stroke across his cheek soothingly as he seeks your touch.

“Brought you some stuff.”

“Oh, do tell.”

You begrudgingly leave his side to swipe the basket from the floor. You pull out each item in turn: a Walkman, some of his favourite music (Ozzy, of course, Metallica, Iron Maiden), some chocolate, cake, chips, anything you think he’ll eat. He gazes at the pile of items in awe.

“You brought all this for me, baby?”

“‘Course I did,” you murmur, trying to push back the tears brimming behind your eyes. You really can’t help it — you’ve spent the past days wound tight with stress and terror, and now that he’s okay, you’re crumbling.

“Oh, my angel. I’m okay,” he croaks.

“Don’t you ever leave me. Ever.” You kiss his forehead, his cheeks, his hands. Anywhere you can reach. “Never ever.”

“Never.”

“Okay.”

He watches with rapt attention as you pile everything back into the basket bar a few snacks, before toeing your shoes off and shuffling into the bed next to him. You tremble as you move, needing to touch him, to feel him, warm and breathing and alive.

It takes him some effort to manoeuvre into a position where you can cradle him the way he likes, but once his head is resting in the juncture of your neck, he relaxes.

“‘ve got you,” you mumble. “Got you here. Safe.” He nods along, eyes following your hands as you tear open a bag of chips. “Hungry?”

“A little.”

“Okay,” comes your soft acknowledgment. You pinch a small chip out of the bag, placing it into his awaiting mouth. He grins, pointed teeth protruding past his lips. Even his dimples show themselves. Your heart clenches.

“Gonna take care of me? Feed me and nurse me back to health?” he teases.

“You bet I am. Not leaving until you’re better.” Your dead seriousness contrasts greatly with his jovial tone. You can’t leave him ever again.

“Nurse y/n.” He ponders the silly nickname, that spark in his eyes you missed so much finally returning. “Think I know a few ways you could make me feel better.”

You giggle, kissing his temple.

“Perv.”

“You love me.”

“I do. So much.”

1K notes · View notes

itstheoneshot · 7 months

Text

Kinktober Day 14

Feeding: Seok Matthew

!sub Matthew

You finish plating up the pancakes that you have made at just the right time, your boyfriend enters the room, stumbling a little in his half-awake state. Matthew is only wearing a pair of basketball shorts, leaving his top half bare, showing off his muscles, still slightly swollen from the intense gym session he had the night before. His hair is messy, and he rubs at his eyes to try and wake himself up. He smiles at you lazily, sitting down at the table as you place his meal in front of him before taking the seat to his left, and swiping his hand away as he attempts to pick up the cutlery.

“No, baby,” You shake your head, “Let me.”

He smiles at you wider this time, his eyes crinkling at the corner, all of his teeth on show, cheekbones raised as you take the knife and fork in your hands and cut up a piece for him. He opens his mouth obediently as you hold it out in front of his lips. Matthew’s cheeks puff up as he takes in the food, and you lean forward to press a kiss to the tip of his nose, dusted with the tiniest bit of icing sugar from the sweet breakfast that you made for him.

“Thank you, my love,” He mumbles, his mouth still full, “Tastes so good.”

You cut up another piece, muttering shh, just eat before feeding him some more. This time, the sound he lets out almost makes you scream, an enthusiastic, excited mmmm!, along with yet another smile, you would pinch his cheeks if they weren’t full of food, instead deciding to focus on the way that you are so drawn to watching him eat, filling himself up, keeping his body happy, fueled so that he can continue working out at the gym every day and being the fit and healthy man that he is.

“Keep going,” You urge him, one hand on his cheek as he chews, “You’re so cute, baby.”

Matthew’s cheeks redden as he blushes, swallowing his mouthful before dodging the fork that you hold up, instead going straight in for a kiss. He tastes so sweet, sugar, strawberries and pancake batter on his tongue as you drop the cutlery to focus solely on him. You don’t really know how to explain why this riles you up so much, feeding him and watching him eat, but it does, and he enjoys it too, doing anything to please you.

He pulls you onto his lap, your legs either side of his, hands on his chest admiring the muscles, sliding up and then down his shoulders, his arms, gripping at his biceps, which tense to your touch. There is always a tension between you in moments like this, neither of you ever complain, Matthew happily obliging your desires, now into them as much as you. You make him feel so beautiful, admiring him and praising him, it makes him melt. He kisses you, deep and forceful, pulling you closer to him, letting you feel the hardness growing in his pants, it makes you moan into his mouth, growing more desperate for him by the second.

You move only to sit up on the table in front of him, and he stands to be at your level, his hands on your thighs as you spread them for him to fit between. You too are not overdressed, in cotton shorts and a light singlet top, a little dirty from cooking, but Matthew doesn’t seem to mind. His hands move further upwards, finding the elastic waistband of your shorts as you hold yourself up to allow him the space to pull them down, in time with you tugging at his own clothes to free him too.

He is fully hard, and you are soaking wet when he finally enters you after what seemed like hours of teasing, though you know in reality it was not, barely minutes you had to wait. He fills you easily, so used to the stretch with the frequency that this happens, both crying out in pleasure with only the first thrust. Matthew picks up the pace quickly, chasing the feeling he gets from your body when he hits in just the right spot. Your arms are lazily thrown over his shoulders, hands clasped behind his neck, head thrown back and eyes rolled while filthy words leave your lips, which only urge him to fuck you harder, loving who you become when you are full of his cock.

“Thank you for breakfast, my love,” He murmurs, kissing you on the tip of your nose, to your cheek, once on your lips, across your jawline, down your neck, “Though my after-breakfast meal is just as delicious.”

You feel it, building up in your stomach, a knot threatening to unravel with every passing second, each thrust into you, it is painful to hold back. Matthew feels it too, moans escalating as you clench to him, thighs shaking, closing in on him tighter, if it weren’t for his strong hands holding them apart. You grip onto him tightly, whines and moans getting louder as your body threatens to give out, depending on the remaining strength that you have to keep you upright as you inch closer, closer, closer.

“Fuck!”

Your orgasm washes over you so quickly, thighs shaking and body convulsing, cunt pulsating around his cock that sends him into his own release too. Hot, warm and sticky he fills you up with his seed, the feeling doubles your pleasure, god, is there anything about this man that doesn't turn you on? Your high descends slowly, heavy breathing in sync with your beautiful boyfriend, both so enamoured with one another, blessed and grateful for the love, the passion, and the kinks that you share.

kinktober masterlist

#kpop #kpop fanfic #kpop smut #kinktober #kpop kinktober #zb1 #zerobaseone #zb1 fanfic #zb1 smut #zerobaseone fanfic #zerobaseone smut #seok Matthew #seok Matthew fanfic #seok Matthew smut

92 notes · View notes

chocotonez · 2 years

Text

skz love languages: acts of service

a/n: I have so many ideas yet none exist in my head,,that’s not meant to be poetic it just means I struggled with some of these

genre/warnings: I don’t think there’s any, gn reader (should be, pls tell me if there’s anything implying otherwise!!), swearing, guys I promise I know my grammar I just like casual language for my hcs

chan

-okay these will be short and sweet because I have so many thoughts

-folds your clothes along with his, or washes your laundry with his

-remembers your schedule so he can remind you of important events

-gives you tips if you ever go to the gym together and shares his water with you

-blows on hot food before he gives it to you

-takes photos of things he remembered you talking about when he’s at the store and asks if you want it

-holds your hands in his when it’s cold and rubs them to warm them up!!

-brings you water/snacks if you’re studying/working with little notes on them saying ur doing a good job <3

-brings extra tissues or lip balm or hand sanitizer just in case you need it

minho

-okay this is kinda niche but like clearing out your phone tabs or compter tabs and scolding you if you have a messy layout or smth like that

-texts reminders to you regularly, drink water, eat, take meds, clean your desk when you get home…

-sends you cute gifs to cheer you up

-always checks in with your feelings in his own way “hey u big baby, are you okay? do you need anything?”

-pretends to laugh at the videos you send him because even tho they’re usually kinda lame it’s from you and that makes him smile but he’ll never admit that </3

-organizes any mess you left behind, puts your dishes away or puts your shoes away and then makes fun of u for being “messy”

-wipes away food you got on your face

-begrudgingly lets you have more blanket when you sleep/cuddle together because he doesn’t want to see u cold or uncomfortable :(

-takes your glasses/jewelry off if you fell asleep with them on

changbin

-opens jars/wrappers/bags for you

-lifts you into his shoulders at festivals

-because it’s October here’s a lil Halloween inclusion of him holding your hands at haunted houses and yelling at the scare actors for you <3 (also because it’s his way of coping lol)

-turns lights off/closes doors if you forget

-if you’re in the bathroom before bed he fluffs up your pillows so ur all comfy and cozy

-reads messages you got out loud if you’re preoccupied with something else, or alerts you if something seems important

-tells you stupid bedtime stories to help you go back to sleep if you had a nightmare

-begins to buy larger umbrellas so you both can stay dry together

-if you wear makeup he wants to help you by either by blending it or just straight applying it and giggling like a kid because “it’s fun”

hyunjin

-brushes your hair and styles it

-this might be also niche but holding onto your shoulders while you walk rather than your hand because it feels more secure?? also because he feels like he can bring you closer to him

-I never really write idol s/os but the idea of him looking over to you during an awards show to periodically make sure ur okay makes me melt

-feeds you and then pinches ur cheeks while laughing

-usually lets you choose the movie/show you want to watch, same with places to eat (unless you don’t know what to pick, then he’ll help you figure it out)

-runs you weekly bubble baths for you two to relax in

-holds/opens doors for you

-always wants you to relax, back rubs or nights off and doing face masks together

-he applies ur face masks for you :)

han

-he’s more of a receiver than a giver for this love language, his is mostly mixed with gift gifting

-making you playlists or untitled songs or coded titles so only you can find them on his Spotify :)

-he adjusts ur clothes, I feel like he’s the type of boyfriend to pick lint off of u without being promoted

-he’s a bit messy so he’ll tend to throw things into your drawer so it at least has the appearance of looking neat, he’ll help u organize if that’s what u want tho!! U just need to ask <3

-always checks in on you unprompted tho, makes sure you’re doing well at any hour of the day and whines

-he either spam texts u or shows up at your house with no warning to check up on you

-stands up for u but subtlety (English is not my first language it took me like seven tries to get that right pmg)

-BUT as I was saying, if you want to go to a restaurant but ur too shy to say it in front of the ppl ur hanging out with, he’ll be like “I WANNA GO TO ____” until they relent <3

felix

-kills bugs for you

-teaches you how to bake and if he’s alone, he’ll bake extra treats for you (his fave thing to bake u r cupcakes !! )

-helps you build furniture and never teases u if you don’t get something <333

-if you play online games together he’ll try to always watch your back and fight off enemies for you

-or if you prefer taking the offensive, he’ll simply cheer you on :))

-sends flowers to your workplace/leaves them on your kitchen counter

-stargazes with you or plans out meaningful dates where he treats you

-makes you playlists

-sings you lullabies if you can’t sleep or just wanna hear him

-stays up after you to make sure you went to bed okay

seungmin

-plugs in your phone for you before bed

-he always listens to your advice or at least takes it into heavy consideration, makes sure you feel heard

-asks if his jokes ever go too far

-“excuse me, they asked for no pickles”

-alway thanks you for acts of services that you do for him, leaves sweet texts or letters expressing his gratitude

-weirdly sweet remarks about how you’re so pretty it’s annoying or “who gave you permission to look so good tonight?”

-covers your eyes during scary parts of movies

-unless asked, he always lets you sleep in on weekends but never fails to be a human alarm clock if your digital one isn’t working

-wakes up before you 99% of the time so he can at least start a cup of coffee/breakfast for you

-pesters you into taking care of yourself (laying on top of you until you brush your teeth, tickling you until you relent to drinking water…)

jeongin

-never breaks pinky promises, and always tells you in advance if there’s a schedule conflict so you don’t have to wait

-if he pays you back for anything he adds a little message “thanks for lunch, love you so much”

-tries new things for you because he trusts you, and encourages you to step out of your comfort zone as well

-asks if you’d like anything before he goes to the grocery store, and always remembers it

-thanks you randomly for being such a good partner or if you did something nice in the past few days

-always gives you a comfortable space to express yourself in, lets you talk and never interrupts you

-makes sure you stay uninterrupted as well, glares down anyone who speaks over u lolol

-makes a special handshake between the two of you

-very playful acts of services but they r still acts of services <3

#stray kids imagines #stray kids reactions #stray kids scenarios #stray kids x reader #uhhhh #yay #I’ll probably do Blackpink but I might do other love languages first #this series is honestly more challenging than I expected but it’s a lot of fun

572 notes · View notes

qiwoomi · 1 year

Text

✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡˚ PREGNANCY CRAVINGS ˚｡⋆ ༘˚✧

featuring: husband! alhaitham x fem! reader

genre: fluff, established relationship, crack

warnings: not proofread, reader is pregnant, (mild) body insecurities

summary: as your husband, he will always fulfill your needs. that includes even if he had to get up at 4AM for some fried chicken at a local 24H KFC restaurant.

main masterlist

You have been tossing and turning in your shared bed for a while now, your husband next to you still asleep.

His arms are still wrapped around you, his hair messy yet he somehow managed to still look beautiful to you. How unfortunate, you can't admire him as long as you want when your stomach starts grumbling. Or is it the baby?

You glanced at the alarm clock beside you, which reads 4AM.

Maybe it's because of your hormone, but you started crying after a while, and Alhaitham is quick to your aid even though he's still half asleep. "Is anything wrong my love? Why are you crying?" You sniffled, feeling somewhat comforted before scooting closer to him as your husband welcomes you in his embrace, patting your back.

"I- I want fried chicken..." You pout, sniffling as you absentmindedly wipe your tears on his shirt.

At your request, your doting husband immediately gets up, wearing his grey cardigans before putting some warm clothing on you too. Wiping your teary eyes at the same time.

It is now 4:45AM. Both of you sitting on the dining table next to each other. Alhaitham somehow managed to fulfill your request, which explains the 3 boxes of fried chicken stacked on the mahogany table.

His eyes doze off from time to time as he fights from falling asleep. The contagious smile on your face is somehow worth to stay up for, not realising that he's smiling to himself seeing how content you are.

It is times like this where he wish that he can freeze the time. He's aware that it isn't that easy for you ever since you found out about your pregnancy.

It's as if he's falling in love with you deeper each day, each moment you spend together. You were glowing, brightening up his day ever since you both vowed to grow old together.

"Hubby, can you feed me?" You cut off his thoughts as he looks up to you smiling, before picking up the spoon to feed you. You hummed when the food finally goes into your mouth, feeling giddy and happy.

It is a sight that Alhaitham loves to see.

"I feel like I'm getting fat." You complained again as you finished the food for the night— dawn. He chuckles at how cute you look, reaching closer to pinch your cheeks.

"You are." He stated bluntly— maybe a bit too honest for someone with such hormones, "But I won't love you any less. If you feel like it we can exercise together. I'll guide you." Your husband reassured. Handing you a glass of water.

You somehow feel comforted to hear him mutter such words. He knows you too well. Alhaitham knew that if he were to sugar coat his words, he probably will end up with a sulky wife. "Come, let's go to bed." He offered his hand, helping you through the flight of stairs to your bedroom.

It took only a minute for you to fall asleep, sleepy from the many food that you consumed. Your husband tucked you in, scooting closer so he can spoon you. Not forgetting to give you a forehead kiss as he's slowly engulfed with sleep.

"I love you always."

author's note: this is kinda all over the place and kinda cringe idk I'm writing this when I'm sleepy

est. 090323

do not copy, translate and repost my work.

#genshin x reader #alhaitham x reader #alhaitham #alhaitham fluff #genshin fanfic #genshin fluff #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader

341 notes · View notes

aalyssah · 1 year

Text

Sleepover

Pairing: Liv Morgan x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Fluff!

Word Count: 890

Summary: You get ‘locked’ out of your house, so you spend the night at your crush, Liv's place which leads to confessions.

You exited out of your friend’s car and grabbed your bag. “Thanks Becks, I owe you big time.” Becky got out of the car and waved you off. “Oh, don’t worry about it. Anytime you need me, just give me a call.” She engulfed you in a hug.

“I’ll see you next week.” She waved a final goodbye before getting in her car and driving off. You searched in your pockets for your keys, but they weren’t there. You checked your jacket pockets, sweatpants pockets, and even your purse, but they were nowhere to be seen.

“Oh, no, no, no!” You mumbled quickly searching your purse like it had a special million dollar coin in it. It was dark outside, cold, and starting to drizzle and you don’t have the keys to your house. You don’t even remember dropping them anywhere.

You began getting your phone, remembering what Becky said, but guilt came to you, knowing she was going home to see her husband and baby after 3 weeks. You didn’t want to take that happiness away.

You looked around your neighborhood, trying to see if anyone was out until your eyes landed on one house. It was no other than Liv’s house, aka your crush. Every time you get around her, you get nervous, you don’t know what it is about that woman, but she’s got you whipped.

‘Fuck it.’ You thought, grabbing your bags and carrying it to Liv’s porch. You took a deep breath, fixing your hair before knocking on the door. You heard a faint, ‘Coming!’ from her beautiful voice. The door opened revealing her.

“Y/n? What are you doing out here? It’s cold and raining!” She said, dragging you inside. The warm air hits you as soon as the smell of food hits your nose. “Hey, sorry Liv, but I kind of lost my keys, so I can’t get in my house and I-” You stopped talking when Liv let out a squeal.

“Sleepover!” She clapped her hands smiling, but then frowned when seeing you. You were shaking and wet. “First, you gotta go get washed up!” She gently took your bags out of your hands and guided you upstairs to her room.

“You can go in my closet and borrow pajamas also, towels and washcloths are under the sink.” She said, closing the door and going downstairs to finish cooking. You let out a sigh, already feeling a blush come to your cheeks.

You were in your crush’s bathroom, about to use her towels, and washcloths. It might sound crazy and creepy, but you truly love this girl. You shook those thoughts out your head before, getting in the shower and washing off.

You shortly came downstairs, in your pajamas, seeing two plates at the table. “Come eat, while it’s still hot!” Liv said, motioning you to come here. You smiled at her. “Oh, you didn’t have too, Liv!” You sat down and began eating. “What kind of host would I be to not feed my guest?”

She playfully said, digging into the food. You two enjoyed the meal, and talked about dream matches and gossiped about co-workers.

You soon found yourself, sitting on the couch next far from her. “You wanna watch a movie?” She suggested making you nod.

You looked through a few movies out of her collection before choosing. You watched the move, not even noticing that Liv was staring at you. “I love this part, watch.” You looked at Liv and saw her staring at you, like you were a diamond. “What?” You asked, avoiding eye contact.

“Why are you so far away?” Liv said, pulling you to her side, so that you were pushed into her body. Your flustered face could be seen by Liv as she cooed at how embarrassed you were. “You’re so cute!” She praised, pinching your cheek slightly.

You backed away, trying to get away before you say something you’ll regret. “Why are you running away from me? Do you not like me?” You could hear the sadness in her voice as she asked you. “No, no, I love you!” Your eyes widened as you realized what you just said.

Liv’s smile came back to her face. “Aw, I love you too, Y/n.” Next thing you knew, she leaned forward and kissed you. Her lips were soft and plump as she slipped her tongue in your mouth. You two eventually pulled back, catching your breath with your forehead against each other. “Be my girlfriend, Y/n. Please.”

She begged, looking in your eyes. “Of course, I will!”You wrapped your arms around her and kissed her once more. Liv didn’t even wait to post it on her story that you were her’s.

——————————

Next week when you went to the arena, you met up with Becky. “Hey, have you seen my keys in your car, anywhere?” You asked confusingly. “You promise not to be mad at me?” You crossed your arms over your chest. “What did you do, Lynch?” She smiled and reached in her pocket.

“I took them so you could hang out with Liv.” You tilted your head to the side before smiling. “Thank you.” You hugged her, making her confused. “For?” She continued.“You're the reason why we’re together.” Becky smiled, seeing how happy you were.

It all started with a sleepover.

#liv morgan #liv morgan fluff #liv morgan imagine #liv morgan x reader #liv morgan smut #liv morgan wwe #becky lynch #wwe fluff #wwe imagine

224 notes · View notes

asyliah · 2 years

Note

okay but that soft Dom pantalone fic?! Fucking adorable ong

Can we see what aftercare is like w him?

—﹒₊˚﹕AFTERCARE HEADCANONS ﹒🜸

🜸𓂃 Fluff ⸝⸝ Pantalone being so loving <3 ⸝⸝ Gender-neutral reader ⸝⸝ ModernAu

🜸𓂃 Author-nim: I INSTANTLY DROP WHAT I DID AND MY HANDS STARTED TO WRITE THHS. I WAS BLUSHING THE WHOLE TIME 😻😻 HOPE U LIKE THIS ANON <3 . Tumblr getting buggy all the time sighss

‹𝟹ㆍAfter Pantalone released himself into you, he would shower kisses on your every inch of skin. He is a romantic man in heart, he may be sadistic and do sinful things─but when it comes to his darling he is the most careful guy in the world. Treating you like some kind of fragile glass.

‹𝟹ㆍ He would carry you in a bridal style if you cant walk from the spicy deed 👉👈 And would def do a nose bop (nose kiss) while he carry you from the bathroom.

‹𝟹ㆍA moment to blush hard when he gives you the most high-quality bath experience. Like he is rich and those products gotta cost like 1 million morae 🙀 When he saw you so astounded with the cost of the product, he would just chuckles. ( hshshhshshs LawdF STOP IM BLUSHING)

‹𝟹ㆍ Prepare to have the good time of your life and experience top-tier massage. His fair, long, and slender hands pressed softly on your waists, drawing smooth strokes to make you feel relaxing. Pantalone boasts that he is good with hands 😼 and I wonder what those hands can do more.

While he was working his hands to ease the pain in your waist. He saw visible red marks and he grinned thinking how he did a good job. " You know these hands can massage elsewhere too ☺," he said, while you throw a disgusted glare on him. " No." You answered back slapping the back pf his hands.

‹𝟹ㆍHe gives me the vibes of buying take-out food, but if he is too lazy to contact someone and you were too hungry. Pantalone would cook for you (simp). How good is his cook? Oh-- 6/10 😸 He rarely cooks, because he never goes home since he used to be busy with those edgy works. You were an exception though. He would only cook salad or breakfast. Would baby you while feeding you and tried to pinch your cheeks. ANYWAYS LISTEN! HE HAS A "KISS THE COOK" APRON AND HE WOULD WEAR IT WHILE HE IS SHIRTLESS. He purposefully looked so hot while he just only cook an egg smh. (oh no, my inner fantasies are acting up again)

Bonus: Would pamper you a lot and give you puppy eyes whenever.

#genshin impact x reader #genshin fanfic #genshin fluff #❄️.asylesias #asy.speaks #genshin impact #asy.thirst #pantalone x reader #pantalone x reader smut #pantalone smut #genshin smut #genshin impact smut #𖠗 Abyss.Clubᶻᶻᶻ

491 notes · View notes