#sweet jazz and forehead kisses

[ravensmadreads]

i’ve been summoned

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*Smooches your face*

Fay to the rescue like the darling beautiful wonderful angel she is <3

Babie newbie look!!! Fay saved us 🖤🖤

#raven answers #omg fay i coukd kiss you #i miss you so much!!!! #i hope you're doing okay my love #i know tumblr is being mean to you but you're not alone ok??? #im here for you!! #sending you lots of forehead kisses and cute greg thoughts and good vibes <3 #also i know work is being tough to you too <3 take ur time and take care of yourself okay??? #hydrate and eat and sleep and all that mental health jazz??? promise me you'll take care of yourself?? <3 #you're my darling will to live so you gotta take care of yourself #ilyilyilyily<3 #fay my precious sweet bean #<3

[shiro41]

A bet - Alastor x reader (honey moon edition)

Warnings: tit sucking.

Note: I accidentally deleted the oneshot a few days ago and this was the remaining parts of it and im too lazy to rewrite the whole thing again. The anon that requested this was also deleted 😭 im sorry babes!

The cold droplets of water running down your skin didn't stop you from exposing yourself on the balcony with only a piece of robe covering your figure. It's cold, wintry air ghosting your skin that made you shiver and you wonder why your husband preferred to sit by the balcony with a glass of champagne in hand, reading the news for today. How peculiar of him, reading there as if he's sipping coffee in a morning on a random day by the porch. You suppose you didn't marry a normal person, Alastor has his antics of coming off as unsettling seldom times.

"What's got your attention tonight, love?"

You asked, a hand on the back of his chair. You know dear husband despises physical touches unless initiated first, settling to lean on the wooden material to look over the newspaper at hand.

"Nothing, dear."

The tone of his voice upsets you, it lies with hidden disappointment and untold anger towards the headlines of his reading. Represented in bold writing states a murder recently found by the stream deep within the forest, assuming that he's the one to cut their throat and ascend their soul to heaven or hell.

"It's alright, love. You can always have more."

You reassured, brushing away your hand through his locks that's been a mess since the start of your evening. Albeit the reassurance, a chuckle surfaces from you after. You look at Alastor, a hint of glint in your eyes as you spoke with a tone coated with sickening, sweet, honey.

"Does this mean I won?"

A quick sigh from him and a crumple of the bundles of newspaper later, he turns to you with his foxy eyes and a caress of his thumb across the soft knuckles of your hand. The hearts in his eyes are painfully obvious despite the metaphor used, his affection and extreme lengths of risks for love, devotion for you is undeniably lasting.

"Oh, dear girl, I suppose you are. What do you desire this evening?"

"Why not solve the insatiable desire to have my husband enjoy the rest of our honeymoon together?"

You giggle when he press a quick kiss on your forehead, tender and small yet the warmth that lingered even after he's pulled away from you represented his undying affection. The irritation washed away from his eyes, the same smile he's always seen with still present but the unsettling feeling bought with it was non existent at the moment, instead was replaced with a stroke of love and genuity.

"I shouldn't complain about it then, darling. Still, I should've buried it elsewhere."

He whined, leading you away from the balcony where the cold air constantly fans your freshly washed face and barely covered body. Swiftly, his hand swiped and skillfully set up the gramophone and the disc of his music of choice. Unsurprised when it played the familiar tunes of jazz and romantic melody to match the atmosphere of your situation with Alastor.

"I knew you'd lose the moment i helped you throw it by the river."

You giggle, following his footsteps as the both of you circled the room with a bounce on your pattern. Again with the smile, teeth now disappearing behind his lips as it reached the sparkle in his eyes whilst the both of you dance your night away in a dimly light room situated above ground and away from the bustling city.

"A grave mistake, love."

He swooped down, hands travelling down towards the soft plush of your hips and a little more space used to close the distance between you both until the tip of his nose finds your own.

"I win tonight, Alastor."

You breathed, eyes half lidded until it closed once he sealed his lips with yours. Quickly, the soft music of jazz was muted by your subconscious as you chose to focus on the kiss you share with your husband and further melt into his touches until you fall back to the cushions of the bed behind.

The fall didn't stop and separate the long, passionate kiss, only lengthening it with added dancing tongues and clashing of teeth, barely letting go with a soft bite of the other's lips, pulling them back to another heated kiss.

"I love you, Alastor."

"Nothing can separate me from you, lovely. Even death will not break the curse of our love."

He whispered against your ear, peppering it with gentle kisses and a nip on your earlobe. He growls, low and subtle, only for you to hear. From your jaw to the skin of your neck, he's littered it with kisses and marks, bites of his teeth resembled the fierce affection he has for his wife, only travelling down lower until he's at the valleys of your breasts that's covered with a robe he so quickly removed to see the perky nipples of your chest. A blush coat your cheeks, finding it embarrassing as you watch your husband yet again pepper them with kisses before his lips land onto the hardened buds that awaited his arrival.

"Shall I grant you the pleasure to suckle on these fine breasts of yours, cher?"

He asked, flicking the bud as he twisted the other like a baby playing with their food. A whimper comes out of your mouth, a hand coming to your lips in an attempt to shush your unholy noises. Alastor continues his duties like a hard working employee, indulging himself to warm your nipple with a thick coat of his saliva and suckling motions.

The other wasn't abandoned still, his hand twisted and groped the soft flesh, feeling the way it bounced once he let go and an occassional pull from them results a quiver and a strangled moan from you.

He truly loved the unholy music sang by you, only for his ears to listen to. He wished to savor these moments, heightening his senses to focus on the whines that spews out of your lips and enjoy the taste of your flesh being nipped inbetween his teeth.

Your hand finds its way to your husband's hair, gripping on it as you pull his head closer--deeper, as if burying his face into you until all he can see and hear is the beating of your heart and the blood circulating inside it. With a 'pop', Alastor looks at you through half lidded eyes coated with thick, sinful lust and a hint of admiration towards the beauty that layed beneath him, pussy throbbing underneath the robe, tits coated with saliva, neck littered with bite marks and a flushed face of a goddess. How angelic you must look before him, almost convincing him he's seen a glimpse of heaven's pearly gates without stepping foot on the cloudy surface of the floors.

His hand wandered down, tracing the curves of your body and the beautiful scars that decorated it, sighing with bliss as you whimpered when his hand landed on the prize inbetween your plush thighs, it heated his cold hand, warming it with slick liquids that's been dripping the past minute when your husband's attention was directed to your perky tiddies. Your pussy throbbed with nothing until his fingers encircled the aching organ, begging for his dick to penetrate it.

"Alastor...please...put it in..!"

You whined, looking at him through lidded eyes with cheeks erupting a rosy colour as your mouth nipped and suckle on your fingers.

"Hush, darling. Be patient, the night is still long."

He purred lovingly.

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It is safe to say that weeks later, when coming home from work, Alastor is greeted with a burnt bun in the oven.

#alastor x reader #hazbin alastor #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel #alastor

[hearts4golbach]

Hi! can you write a Johnnie x fem reader fluff to smut? 🙏🏼

Blushed.

Johnnie Guilbert x Fem!Reader.

Authors note: I have seen this idea used a few times on tumblr from a few different people, so this is unoriginal, but I've really wanted to write this.

warning: smut.

"What's up guys, welcome back to my channel!" I hollered, imitating certain YouTubers. I had always found intros to be hilarious. "Today, I'm with my boyfriend, Johnnie Guilbert." I wrapped my arm around his shoulders. "I'm going to be making him normal."

Johnnie rolled his eyes and smiled. "Yippee. I'm being tortured." he made jazz hands.

I covered his mouth quickly, attempting to act suspiciously. "This was his idea.. anyway!" I pushed him so he was sitting on my bed. I pulled the first product out of my makeup bag. "This is primer, which you know about, obviously. so there's nothing new there."

I stood in between his legs and began to apply the primer, smearing it all over his face. he gripped my waist softly, looking up at me with a sweet smile. I glanced away, trying not to get too worked up over a simple gesture. I smiled to myself and finished rubbing it all in.

"Great!" I said sarcastically, moving so the camera could see. "shit, I have to pin up your bangs." I grabbed two clips from my dresser. I parted his hair in the middle, clipping his midnight black hair on either side of his face.

he slapped his hand over his forehead, "Not the six head." he snorted before removing his hand.

"You do not have a six head," I rolled my eyes, placing a kiss on his forehead before moving on. I pulled the next product out of the bag. "Funny story, I had to go out and buy Johnnie a whole different foundation because he's too pale for mine."

Johnnie made a finger gun, pointing it at the camera and sticking his tongue out with a laugh. "it's because all I do is play fortnite." he smirked.

"I know." I retorted as I wet my beauty blender. I placed dots of foundation around his face, fighting the urge to kiss him as I did so. "Okay, cute! perfect shade match." I moved put of the cameras view.

Johnnie checked himself out in the mirror, raising and dropping his eyebrows. "Uncanny Valley."

"Okay, well, I've barely done anything yet, so.." I trailed off, digging through the bag. "Next, concealer. Which, you also know of because I'm sure you go through a lot of it." I teased, tapping his nose before standing in front of him again.

his hands made their way to my waist as I focused on putting the liquid in the right place to highlight his face. he slowly moved his hands down, so they were on my ass.

"johnnie!" I scolded, "im going to have to edit that out."

he smirked, laughing at my comment. "I'd leave it in."

"Yeah, I'm sure you would." I retorted, going back to blending the concealer.

he had moved his hands back up, and now they were on my hips. his thumbs rubbed circles into my skin, making me shiver under his touch. I cleared my throat awkwardly as he laughed under his breath at my reaction.

I pulled away, revealing his face to the camera. I tapped his cheeks before moving on. "Next, we have blush, contour, and bronzer." I picked up the 3 products, showing the camera.

I began working on his face once more as he hummed, I wasn't sure what song. I stuck my finger under his chin, "Look up at me." he did as told, gazing into my eyes. "Thank you, baby." I smiled before getting to work on his contour. his cheekbones contoured nicely, making me grow more eager for him by the second.

I turned around, clearly distracted. "uh, next step." I stuttered, reaching into the bag. "highlighter."

my brush grazed over his cheeks and nose before gently tapping the inner corner of his eyes. "ah! my eye clit!" johnnie blinked rapidly.

"oh my god." I rolled my eyes, "okay, the last couple steps are mascara, eyeliner, and eyeshadow."

using a light pink eyeshadow, I colored in Johnnie's eyelids. I did a small wing before curling his lashed and putting mascara on them.

"what if I put lashes on you?" I pondered, putting up the mascara.

"oh, god." he replied dreadfully. "can I see myself now?"

I sighed before grinning at him. "I guess." I handed him a mirror and impatiently waited for his reaction.

"damn, would I fuck myself?" he pondered, furrowing his eyebrows.

"I mean, its how I do my makeup every day so..." I joked. "wait! I forgot your lipstick, how could I be so stupid?" I pulled out a musty pink lipstick and quickly applied it. "okay, now youre done."

I recorded my outro, desperate to shut the damn camera off. after turning it off, I grabbed the makeup wipes.

"you ready to take it off?" I asked him.

he eagerly nodded. "yes, please."

I climbed into his lap, "you did so good, thank you for recording that with me."

he hummed at the praise, I felt his member grow slightly under me. "anytime." his hands moved down to my ass once more, gently squeezing.

I bucked into him, trying not to make any noises as I wiped off the rest of the makeup. "shit, johnnie."

he smirked and kissed me softly, his hands moving down my thighs. I leaned into the kiss. Johnnie's hand made its way up my shirt, gently massaging my boob while the other kneaded my inner thigh. "you're such a tease." he whispered onto my lips.

I hummed in response. he quietly groaned into the kiss, his body pressed against mine. my hands flew up to his head, getting tangled in his hair. I began to deepen the kiss, wanting more. I moaned quietly, making his hips roll up against me. "God, you're so hot." I say breathlessly before smashing my lips onto his.

his tongue danced with mine as his hands explored my body. "you're killing me, I need you. now." he said desperately.

I nodded eagerly, "please, johnnie." I pleaded, moaning as he began kissing down my neck.

he trailed kisses along my collar bone, nipping and sucking at the tender skin. he left light hickeys all over, groaning into my skin. "I'm so crazy for you."

"johnnie, i-" I was cut off by a moan as he went back to attacking my neck.

I felt him smirk against my skin. "I love it when you say my name like that." I felt his erection pressed against my clothed pussy. "lay down for me, babe."

I did as told, crawling off his lap and laying back on the bed. he slipped off my shirt, leaving me in my bra as he kissed down my stomach. I wiggled under his touch, wanting more. he undid my jeans and pulled them off, tossing them somewhere in the room. he kicked off his own pants and shirt aswell, leaving both of us in our underwear. I bit my lip, moaning softly at the sight of his erection.

"you're so beautiful," he whispered, tucking my hair out of my face before kissing me again. "you ready?"

I nodded eagerly. "please, johnnie. I need you so bad." I whimpered as he positioned himself between my legs.

"tell me what you need, baby." he whispered, lust burning in his eyes. I tried to pull him closer, but he pulled away. "use your words."

"fuck, I want your cock, johnnie." I whimpered.

"atta girl." he smirked, pulling my panties off and tossing them along with my jeans. "Jesus, you're so beautiful."

I moaned quietly as he nibbled at my neck. I clawed at his back, pulling him closer. "stop teasing." I pleaded.

he nodded, listening to my request. I felt his hard tip press against my entrance. he slowly pushed inside of me, groaning at the feeling of filling me up. "so fucking tight." he muttered.

"oh my god, yes." I moan quietly.

johnnie groaned, pushing the rest of the way inside of me. I gasped as he began to thrust slowly, making my walls grip tightly around him. "God, I love the pretty sounds you make."

his words made my jaw fall, letting a low moan escape. he picked up his speed, his hips slapping against my wetness as he thrusted deeper. "jesus- oh, shit." I stuttered.

johnnie groaned, rolling his eyes back as he lost himself in pleasure. "oh, fuck- thats it. give it to me."

"keep going, oh shit!" I moaned into his neck. he moved sweaty hair out of my face before kissing me roughly.

his thrusts became harder and faster, his hips slammed against mine as he took me roughly. "fuck, you're amazing." he whimpered onto my lips.

"fuck, give it to me, baby." I moaned, digging my hands into his back. he growled softly as he pushed deeper inside of me, pausing for a moment before pulling out and slamming back into me.

his thrusts became ever more forceful, his cock hitting my cervix with each powerful thrust. "does this feel good, baby? fuck, you're so good." he kissed my neck.

"yes, o-oh my god, yes. don't stop. i-im close!" I panted.

his thrusts became more erratic, his hips slapping into me one last time before he released inside of me. I came along with him, my orgasm rushing through my whole body. I went limp, watching as he collapsed next to me.

"Oh my god." he whispered, kissing me softly. "I love you so much."

"I love you more."

#fanfiction #fanfic #smut #johnnie guilbert x you #johnnie guilbert x reader #johnnie guilbert

[save-the-villainous-cat]

Hiya! Hope you’re havin a good day! Adore your writing, so mayhaps I can make a humble request of ye?

I was thinking, top hero x bottom villain where the villain is big n kinda scary — they’re silent, cold, intimidating, all that jazz — but then the hero accidentally does something intimate (like, maybe they kiss them, or the two get in a ✨ scandalous position ✨) and they’re a bit worried about how the other is gonna react. Then it’s revealed the “big bad” villain is just a shy, sweet, needy little thing, who begs them to finish what they started >////< Cue the hero taking full advantage, hehe ;)

Generous helping of da spicy, thank you! ^^

“I’m supposed to be married tonight.”

“Oh?” The hero grabbed the villain’s hand and turned it around as they studied the golden ring. “I wasn’t invited to the wedding? What a shame.”

Although their voice was drenched in fake annoyance, they grinned mercilessly at the villain. The villain who was all dressed up, basically embed in filthy rich clothes. The villain who was as observant as ever.

The villain who’d probably get their hands dirty later.

Although the hero was fully aware that their nemesis was stalking their prey before they bit down into bone, it was probably better for everyone involved if the villain spent more time with their nemesis.

The hero had always considered it a curse. The villain took what they wanted and they always prioritised their own plans. They were, in some sense, the most hard-working person the hero knew.

“You know there was no wedding,” the villain said, lowering their voice. “Nonetheless, you should keep your distance.”

“Why on earth would you think that I am going to sabotage your marriage?” The hero took another step closer and let their fingertips ghost over the villain’s wrists. Their eyes were fixed on the ring.

Admittedly, they felt some kind of possessiveness deep in their stomach.

True love was something they couldn’t afford and they caught themselves being jealous of married couples quite often.

Nevertheless, they pulled themselves out of that thought spiral and flashed a grin at the villain.

“I’m not married,” the villain hissed. Their ears were red. How adorable.

“You just told me you are.”

“Fucking—” The villain took in a deep breath and grabbed the hero’s arm. Without giving themselves a second chance to think about it, they pulled the hero away from all the people who were already staring at them. They managed to find some quiet and dark corner, far away from the crowd at the exhibition. “—you know that’s part of my plan.”

“Oh, so you got married for a plan?” Was the hero playing with fire? Undoubtedly. Did they like the thrill of it? Of course they did.

The exhibition was something the hero attended voluntarily. Most of the time, art provoked other people or even connected them. The hero didn’t like the idea of mainly rich people doing their business in a museum.

So, meeting the villain here was a fresh relief. Their sweet, sweet villain who loved to punch answers out of people.

The hero knew they still had a bunch of work in front of them.

“Do you want me to spell it for you?” The villain looked down at them and the hero had to admit it. Their nemesis was scary. They looked scary. With a stern look and a terrifyingly strong body, they made the hero feel weaker than they actually were.

But at the same time, the hero felt protected by them. They’d been through too much bullshit together. They’d saved each other too many times.

“Explain it,” the hero whispered.

The villain looked around, grumpy as always. A scary frown on their forehead. The hero loved to rile them up a little, especially when the villain was the jealous sort of type that wanted the hero to know they were available.

Obviously the villain didn’t know they were that type of person yet. But the hero did.

“I am supposed to be married to the other villain tonight. As a cover. It would probably be best if you didn't interfere. They do get quite angry.”

“Would you just stand there and watch? If they found out I was having a little fun with you?” The hero turned away from them and stared at the exhibition from afar. The paintings and sculptures were striking. No wonder they were so popular.

“What? Of course not,” the villain said. Something in their voice had changed. “I know you can take care of yourself, though.”

“Hm.” The hero leaned back, pressing their body against the villain’s and to their surprise, their nemesis let out something like a laugh or sigh and grabbed their waist.

“What are you doing?” they whispered in the hero’s ear. They sounded quite helpless and the hero only smiled as they pressed their back against the villain’s chest. Maybe it was cruel of them to tease the villain like this. Maybe it was mean to push their hips against theirs.

But the wedding ring was bothering the hero quite a bit, even though it was fake.

“Oh, you know…” The hero grabbed the villain’s left hand, found the ring and pulled it off their finger. “I’m just making sure you know whom you belong to.”

They turned their head to kiss the villain’s jawline.

“You…” the villain whispered. They seemed utterly desperate and the hero couldn’t for the life of them explain why.

“Don’t tell me you’ve never been with anyone before, hm?” the hero asked. They let their breath ghost over their enemy’s neck and the villain froze.

“Can I tell you something?”

“Always.”

“Something very vulnerable?” the villain asked. Now it was the hero’s turn to freeze. Immediately, their heart started racing.

Was the villain actually opening up? To them?

After all this time?

Their hand around the hero’s was cold and they did seem quite startled. The hero had to admit, they’d never been this bold before. Touching and flirting with the villain like this was dangerously intimate.

Maybe they’d fucked up.

“Of course,” they said. It felt like they’d been holding their breath for forever. They couldn’t let their own jealousness get in the way of this…relationship.

Despite being unbelievably powerful, the villain was also reasonable. The hero liked them and they didn’t want to make them feel miserable.

“…I’ve been with a bunch of people for the sake of my plans…I actually lost my virginity like that.”

The hero’s eyes widened.

“Because you needed to sleep with someone?!”

“Because I needed information, yeah. Sometimes I’m not sure if I used them or if they used me. I…I did some things I’m not comfortable with to get intel.” The villain was quiet and the hero turned around fully. They wanted to put a little bit of distance between them but the villain’s hands were still on their waist. “That’s why…it’s a little difficult for me, I suppose. But if you really like me and if you would like to and could help me, maybe I…”

“What do you need?” the hero asked. They’d never considered this to be the reason why the villain distanced themselves from everyone.

The villain seemed so huge, so strong, as if they could say no to anything. As if they could never get hurt.

“I need you to continue. I need you to take care of me. I really really like you and I’d like to change.”

The hero hadn’t expected that. They swallowed. This seemed like a lot of responsibility to carry but, honestly, they were used to that by now, weren’t they?

They gave the villain the second keycard to their hotel room.

“Room 241,” they said. “Whenever you’re ready.”

Apparently, there was no need to be jealous.

#ahhh the connection was kaka so I couldn’t upload anything sowwy #writing snippet #heroxvillain prompt #heroxvillain snippet #heroes and villains #hero x villain #hero #villain #an answer for an ask #request

[gaypirate420]

Jasper x gn!reader where they’re cuddling and reader starts to kiss Jaspers old bite wounds🧎🏻

Here it is, hope you like it!

Feather light kiss// Jasper W. Hale.

Jasper Whitlock-Hale x gn!reader.

Fluff/Angst. Jasper's Battle Scars. Suggestive. Very soft Jasper.

Part 2

You inhaled deeply, taking in the sweet sent of your lover, he just returned from hunting and smells like rain and plants. His arms around you in an sweet and protective embrace, not too tight, there's still this fear of breaking your delicate human body.

Your lips were leaving gentle kisses on his cheek and in the corner of his mouth where that charming smirk formed.

"Teasin' me, sugar?" Jasper spoke softly, his low voice and texan drawl made you shiver in excitement for a second.

"Maybe a little, cowboy." You whispered with a smirk and keep kissing down his jaw, a rumbling groan left the blonde's throat.

"When I tease ya it ain't allowed but when ya do it's completely fine then?" He asked with a playful smile, you meet his golden gaze and nodded.

"Basically yeah." You chuckled and moved your body on top of his to give proper kisses to his jaw. His pale hands instinctively went to hols your hips down.

Then he felt them.

Your lips brushed against one of his scars and proceed to press and soft and loving kiss on it.

You noticed the change in demeanor instantly, his eyebrows furrowed and his grip tighten but not to the point of hurting.

"I'm sorry, Jazz." You whispered ashamed. Jasper looked at you, he could feel the anxiety building within you.

"N-no, sweetness. It's-" He clears his throat and smiles, his thumb tracing circles on your hips.

"It's alright, darlin'. It really is." Jasper speaks a little nervous but he's sincere.

"Okay, I won't do it again, I'm really sorry, Jaspy." You cupped his cheeks, the vampire leaned into your soft hand and kiss your palm. Jasper closed his eyes, focusing on this moment, on the act of love you wanted to show him instead of the memories that flood his mind. His golden eyes meet yours.

"It's alright- it- it- felt—good." He whispered the last part. Your head tilts to a side.

"It did?"

"Yes." Jasper answered shortly, feeling slightly embarrassed and flustered.

There was silence. Not a single word was said, you just lied your head back to his chest and hug him, his strong arms wrapping you and automatically his lips press a kiss on your forehead.

"Can you do it again?" He asked with a quick whisper, breaking the silent moment. You looked at him and nodded with a gentle smile.

"Of course, cowboy." You whispered back and leaned down, your hand holding his shoulder. Jasper took a deep breath before your lips meet his scared skin once more.

"Like this? Or— like this." You press a different kiss, a longer one and your lips pressing slightly more against his neck, but still gentle and caring, you don't want to make him feel uncomfortable.

Jasper felt odd. He felt shivers, actual ones, it's been so long that it the sensation made him panic for a second.

He tried to speak but nothing came out of his mouth. You pulled away, taking it as he didn't liked it.

"N-no, please." He whispers and meet your eyes once more, his hand holding your arm. There was an evident desperation behind his eyes, fear, he was incredibly vulnerable right now and that made him scared.

You leaned down again, Jasper nodded and closed his eyes, again, a deep breath to prepare himself. Your lips touched his neck once more.

Jasper gasps softly at the contact and the gentleness of your lips. You stoped and waited for him to tell you to either stop or keep going.

"M-more—please." He whispers, his voice uncharacteristically shy and nervous. You nodded and comply with a smile on your face.

A short moan leaves his lips as your own keep traveling down at a slow peace. Giving him a second to process one kiss before you leave another.

His skin was soft and extremely sensitive.

His hand tightened it's grip on the sheets. Your lips kept pressing feather light kisses against his scars as your hand gently takes his, giving it a gentle squeeze.

Jasper kept panting and moaning shyly, gripping your hand desperate for support that you gladly gave.

He feels it so vividly, your lips, the kisses, it's making his body shake slightly and his eyelids flutter but he loves it.

"You're so pretty, Jazz." Your breath clashed against his marble skin and your words make him crumble, the walls came down and he melted into a puddle right infront of your eyes.

The vampire's mind is a mess, filled with hurtful memories of fangs against his skin and venom spreading through his veins.

But you.

"So beautiful." You whispered as your lips reached his collarbones. Jasper looked at you, trying to stay focused and not loose himself fully in these sensations.

Your voice, lips and touch, they're making it all go away, leaving him blank and filled with so much love.

"Perfect even." Your words hit right into his heart, his sweet moans and small cries for more are music for your ears.

The expression on Jasper's face would make you think you're stabbing him with a needle but the sounds he's making tell another story.

Jasper closes his eyes, concentrating fully on this wonderful sensation. Not so shy sounds leave his throat by now, but he doesn't care, he wants to show you he's liking it.

Your lips met his and closed in a passionate and slow kiss, his free hand holds your hip as he leans closer, groaning against your lips and desperate holding the kiss longer.

You pulled away, catching your breath before Jasper tackles you back on the bed and holds you tightly against him.

"I'm not going anywhere, cowboy." You chuckled softly, he hides his face on the crook of your neck.

"I don't want you to. Please. Don't ever leave me. I- please." Jasper begged with a cracked and small voice. You looked at him with a worried expression, you've never seen him like this.

"Please. Please. Please, darlin'. I love you so much— please." He spoke desperate, almost anxious, he feels so needy, so vulnerable and clingy.

"Sh, sh, sh, it's okay, I won't leave, Jazz." You whisper and caress his cheek. He nodded slowly and rest his head on your chest, he can hear your heartbeat and feel every breath you take it's relaxing.

"I won't ever leave you. I promise." You whisper as your free hand stroke his honey blonde hair, his arms tightening it's grip on your waist.

Jasper is overwhelmed, too many things happened, too many sensations and emotions that he long forgotten about.

"I got you, it's okay." Your whispered with a kind tone, again he is numbed by your gentle lips meeting his skin, this time his forehead.

A small smile breaks through his blank expression.

The vampire takes a deep breath and his tight grip loosens but still keeps you close.

Jasper doesn't say anything, just enjoying this nice moment, feeling safe, like he can just calm down, that everything is finally okay.

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A/N: Kinda loving making Jasper so wet cat and pathetic. I'm sick and I honestly don't know it this is shit or not.

#jasper whitlock hale #jasper whitlock #jasper hale #jasper hale x reader #jasper whitlock x reader #the twilight saga #twilight x reader #x male reader #jasper hale x male reader #effervescent

[pinkhoodi]

sweet love, sweet mornings

✎ᝰ — mornings with dick grayson <3

♡⃕ — dick grayson x reader

♡⃕ — genre + warnings: fluff + no warnings !

♡⃕ — a/n: literally whipped this up after thinking about how handsome dick would look in the morning and ooooooo he’s so 😮‍💨

Ꮺ mornings with dick, when he is present, are very much dreamlike. his heavy snores fill up the room as he catches up on sleep but also the way his back muscles tighten with each snore in and relaxes with each snore out

Ꮺ dick is usually a light sleeper, many things can wake him up and have him on high alert. but oddly enough, when you brush your fingers against his body, his rigid figure softens and his snores become lighter. it’s like his body is trained to differentiate your soft, angelic touch from the touch of family or the touch of villains

Ꮺ but also, the beautiful, quiet moment of witnessing dick sleep makes your stomach twist and your lips give a cheeky smile, seemingly similar to a high school crush. his posture of laying on his stomach but also his back slightly turned to you made you infatuated and flustered by his physique. it also doesn’t help that his body is barely covered in clothing, only boxers, but who is to complain ?

Ꮺ secretly, dick goes to bed in barely any clothing cause of two reasons. one, he adores the tenderness of your skin brushing against his as you both sleep soundly, and two, he notices how flustered you become from waking up to your boyfriend’s rugged body on display

Ꮺ usually when dick wakes up, he gives you a good morning kiss on your forehead and a “i love you kiss” on the corner of your lip. sometimes he’ll try to be slick and get a full-on kiss on the lips but you swerve your head just to mess with him. he either pouts or rolls his eyes at your playful antics

Ꮺ majority of the time, he’ll have his arm wrapped around your torso and pull you closer to him. he’ll tell you good morning followed by many complaints, starting at how beautiful you look to how grateful he is to have you. he’ll drag his hand across the bed until it meets yours and intertwine his sturdy fingers with yours. he brings the laced hands up to kiss your knuckle and give a light squeeze

Ꮺ it does take a while for the two of you to get out of bed. you’re too in love with dick’s warm look from the morning sun and he’s too obsessed with your beauty to even notice the time passing by. not to mention, you both go on tangent about the busy workload you have, catching up on the bat family, and even dick telling his stories from last night’s patrol

Ꮺ the usual routine for the both of you, after getting out of bed, is the both of you going into the bathroom together to brush your teeth and wash your face. one of you offers to cook breakfast while the other is in the shower. usually, dick offers to cook since he loves loves loves cooking breakfast for the two of you

Ꮺ I truly believe dick is a master chef at making the best soufflé, fluffy pancakes that are thick, bacon perfectly crisp. he loves cooking them all

Ꮺ dick would have that corny apron that says “kiss the chef” while cooking breakfast. he would also have fifties music playing in the background or some lighthearted jazz playing. sometimes he’ll be too into the music and have a concert instead of paying attention to the stove

Ꮺ after dick is done cooking, he would usually swap places with you and head into the shower while you’re drying yourself. as he passes by you, he would press his fingers into your hips and give a light squeeze. he would look into the mirror and softly smile at how you two complement each other so effortlessly. he loves how beautiful y’all look as a couple, he loves it so much that he has you guys framed almost everywhere in the house

Ꮺ once both of you done with bathroom, he would set the plates up while you poured juice for the both of you and set the dining table for y’all favorite show to watch together <3

Ꮺ for the rest of the morning, the living room is filled with commentary from the both of you about the show, small chews of the food. dick constantly asks if you like the food just so he can be cocky with it, a stupid grin while you roll your eyes and pretend to gag just to playfully hurt his pride a bit

♡⃕ okay but like mornings with dick ???? I don’t think I would want the morning to end 😩

𝐕𝐎𝐓𝐏 💗: psalm 9:10

© 𝟤𝟢𝟤𝟥 𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗄𝗁𝗈𝗈𝖽𝗂. 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗌 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗏𝖾𝖽

#( 🧸 ) — mia is writing ! #dick grayson x black reader #dceu x black reader #dick grayson x black!reader #nightwing x black reader #nightwing x black!reader #dick grayson headcanons #dick grayson fluff #dick grayson x reader #dick grayson x y/n #dick grayson x you #nightwing x reader #nightwing headcanon #nightwing x you #nightwing x y/n

[munsster]

shut-eye

A/N: i siimply love sleepy boys and their puppy dog tendencies

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x GN!Reader

Summary: Billy Hargrove loves sleep and you. 0.8k words.

Warnings: implied smut and kissing, cuddling, lots of sleeping + snoring, general fluff!

The second you get your hands on Billy, he's snoring. His cheek is smushed against your thigh, and your fingers are soft on the back of his neck. Soft enough that he's humming in two minutes flat. You never knew your boy could be so tired. Every time you tell him to work less and sleep more, he tells you he's saving up for your future together and then immediately passes out on the couch.

He doesn't even know it's happening until he's snoring softly and draped across your lap, all deadweight with his boots heavy strapped to his feet. You usually give him a couple minutes to blink awake again. It borders on Pavlovian when he waits five minutes to stand silently in the hall and let you lead him to his bedroom.

Though he's practically unconscious, he insists on stripping down to his underwear to sleep comfortably. Which has become your job because he says he likes how gentle you are. You never really mind anyway, and he's always polite about it—sure to huff out those pleases and thank you's. You're careful to keep him at peace while you slowly unbutton his shirt or push the jacket from his shoulders. It's rare that it gets him riled up when you push his jeans to the floor, but rare doesn't mean never. You know you've got him revved up when he groans and his eyes flick open. And sleep has evaded him with his hand in your panties.

There is nothing more important to him than you. When you tell him he's sweet and special and worth it, he feels content enough to kiss your neck and breathe you in until he's all drained and humming. It means so much that you take the time to make sure he's tucked in at night. He's never had anyone keep track of him like this. Even with work kicking his ass, he's happy to wake up to you after you insist he gets all eight hours of rest.

Sometimes, the day and its people will make him groggy. Worse than overtired and overworked, he gets explosive until he slumps through the front door. One time he couldn't find you, and he nearly tore the whole house apart just to find you curled under the covers. And the small, sleepy smile that graced your face made all that grievance worth it. The bad days are the worst until he's warm under four different quilts and tucked into your side with a peck lingering on his forehead.

If you’re not careful, he’ll beg you to sing to him. He’ll crawl onto your tummy and bat his lashes and beg and beg like he can’t do without a lullaby. Doesn’t matter if you can sing, you will end up singing. Some sickly sweet jazz tune, but really you could sing your grocery list and have him cooing like a little baby by the end. And if you’re not in the mood and he really can’t sleep, he’ll ask you to read to him. It knocks him out like a sedative. Forget warm milk, spit some Murakami and wait for the snoring to sink in.

He doesn’t even have to be tired to fall asleep across your lap. If he sees you looking comfortable on the couch, he will simply squirm under the blanket next to you (or on top of you) and blink up at you until you smile and run your fingers through his hair. He’s so puppy dog coded. But at the same time SO orange cat. He could be running on six cups of coffee and still be sound asleep to your heartbeat tender against his cheek.

He's cursed without a goodnight kiss. Won't get a wink of sleep 'till he gets a kiss from you. It gives him nightmares just thinking about it. He can't—he won't fully conk out until he's wrapped around you, your palm resting in the crook of his own, kiss settled on his forehead or cheek or lips or eyelids. He refuses because it's not safe. He needs the bedtime routine of you to keep him weighed down and promise forever in dreams.

When he's especially tired, you'll whisper things like, "You are the sleepiest boy in the whole world,” or calling him “sleeping beauty,” just to rouse a half-hearted reaction from him. It's usually a mumble of some gruff protest or a coo of laughter before he's out cold with his hands tethered to you. He's always so determined to stay good and awake for you, but it's usually a futile effort that ends when he wakes up with the sun the next morning.

Do not try to make him sleep without you, it won't end well. Seriously, his solution to a fight is not "I'll sleep on the couch"; it's "I'll kiss you until we're both feeling better," and when that doesn't work, one flash of that deviant smile and soft blue bedroom eyes will stop any train in its tracks.

He spends all of his free time sleeping and loves to call a cat nap across your tummy ‘date night’. It might’ve annoyed you if you didn't love him so much. Plus you never really mind the extra shut-eye. That kind of forgiveness is part of what fuels his obsession with you. If your smile is the last thing he remembers before bed, it's a good day.

How can you be mad when he purrs like a kitten and finds you like a heat seeking missile. He doesn't remember when he got so tired, but he's glad he found someone to keep him healthy. And maybe a sixty-hour work week won't be so bad once he can buy you that pretty silver ring and make you happy for the rest of your lives.

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[blue-jisungs]

JASMINE

author's note. this is so cliche i’m so sorry .. also tysm @slytherinshua for the banner<333

summary. just bf hao adoring his gf:(

word count. 720

before you minghao had this tendency to sit in silence, alone in his room and do his hobbies. completely shut off from the world, silence or soft jazz music filling his apartment; just him and his reading, painting, tea brewing or mediating. he enjoyed enjoying his hobbies alone. 

minghao loves, adores art. it’s no secret. he always has and probably will, even when he’s wrinkly and old. and he considers himself a lucky for that, and for you. because you are art itself. 

which is why, with time he realized that he could combine two things he loves together. 

as cocky as he can get, minghao felt a little shy and preferred to only sketch you at first. he bought a special sketchbook, grainy and yellowish sheets ready to be filled with various doodles of (mostly) you. 

while you slept, did your assignments, cooked or watered plants. minghao could just stare and you in all those mundane moments, finding endless inspiration. but nothing more than that: your figure was engraved in the depth of his sketchbook, for now. 

sometimes he’d hide behind closed doors, sinking in his own world. when your relationship was still fairly fresh, you were nervous to disturb him. but with time it changed, as he progressively left his door open and hinted on having you with him. 

just like today. 

rain drumming a steady rhythm on the window, pleasantly blending with the sounds of jazz in the room. warm light shone on minghao’s painfully white canvas. 

he was tapping his finger against the brush, hands resting on his thighs. the smell of vanilla candles and fresh laundry filled his senses as he spaced out, observing the raindrops rolling down the glass. 

there was will to paint but no inspiration. 

letting out a deep sigh, as if that was going to change something, he closed his eyes. 

then, he heard soft paddled sound of your footsteps. a smile subconsciously bloomed on his face and then the sound became clearer. 

he peeked an eye open and saw your figure standing in the doorframe. you grinned upon the cute sight and then stepped closer to put the small tray on a wooden stool next to him, careful not to spill his paint water. 

the delicious smell of jasmine tea hit his nostrils and then he observed you grab one of the cut up fruits. 

“how’s it going?” you asked tenderly and tapped his chin. minghao opened his mouth and let you feed him, the sweet taste of his favorite snack melting on his tongue. 

“quite fruitless” he snickered and you snorted at the pun. then you glanced at the blank canvas. 

his gaze lingered on you and minghao put his hands on your waist, pulling you closer ever so gently. “i could paint your beauty… that’s if… you know, let me”

as your lips fell agape and blush creeped on your cheeks, you were too speechless to respond. 

he smiled softly and rubbed his thumbs on your skin. 

“yeah, okay. if you want!” you grinned, noticing how his face lit up “do you want me to pose or something?”

“no, you can just… be, you know? keep me company” minghao hummed and you leaned closer, placing a kiss on his forehead. 

“understood. let me just grab my book then, mr painter” you announced and left, trying to tone down your excitement.

sitting on top of the world

just cue

missing a puzzle i swear it’s you 

while your boyfriend painted you, basking in the gentle yellow light as you read, the rain started to ease out. time passed by slowly but in a pleasant manner, you two occasionally exchanging glances. 

you were curious about the paining, especially when you noticed he mostly used two colors. 

the lecture in your hands began to get boring which caused your eyes to slowly drop. minghao noticed this and his heart squeezed upon the cute sight. 

by the time he was done, you dozed off in the armchair. 

he stood up and stretched, admiring his artwork.

then, he walked up to his muse and wrapped a warm blanket around your resting figure. 

you know i can paint the world

sitting there in black and gold

you’re the perfect chemical

i gotta test i gotta know

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[hoefordasmut]

Jasper hale smut

Fem reader x jasper hale

This is my first smutty post on tumbler

notes / warning : tummy bulge , sub reader , Dom jasper , make sure you wrap it before you tap it , jasper does not like to pull out , and that's kind of it!

Deep groans tickled your ear as Jasper thrusted deeply into your core, a thin sheet of sweat coated your forehead has you panted , eyes screwed shut in bliss.

"open your eyes darlin " Jasper's deep husky voice spoke from above you, your eyes opened as you placed your hand in his hair pulling him impossibly close. You wrapped your legs around his toned waist , pushing him deeper.

you mewled as he started to rub soft on your now puffy clit , begging for attention. "jazz" you groaned your hands pulling away from his hair electing a deep moan from him , your hands now roaming over his arms and chest, trailing over his scars.

"that's it, such a good girl for me." jasper smirked seeing you in this predicament, eyes blown with lust and teary eyed as you stared up at him , your breasts bouncing up and down with each of his harsh thrusts. Your tight cunt sucking him like a vice , all warm and wet for him, so inviting.

" please jazz I'm gonna cum!' You squealed your back arching , you're lips puckering pleading for a kiss. How could jasper deny you? his lips met your with desperation , jasper bit your lip drawing a speck of blood forming at your bottom lip, jasper eyed with with desire , slowly and trailed his tongue over to small speck of blood , groaning at the Taste of you.

"sugar, can you feel me right here " jasper placed a taunting hand on the bottom of your tummy pushing down slightly , as jasper thrusted into you a bulge formed , no wonder he felt so deep.

"Yes right there jazz " You whined the coil tightening in your tummy , jasper placed your legs over his shoulders , his thrusts now twice as deep and faster , chasing his own orgasm as well.

"fuck honey I'm gonna cum " jasper whined , suckling at your breasts, "cum in me please jasper " you cried with desperation your vision going white as you came, your release felt sweet and a wave of calm hit you, your cunt felt sensitive as jasper still thrusted into you making you moan out.

"Fuck Honey " Jasper stuttered as he came , thick hot ropes of cum into your now sensitive cunt , you twitched as he leaned forward to place a soft kiss to your puffy lips , whining as he accidentally pushed deeper in you.

"you okay darlin?" he mumbled into your neck as he placed soft kisses , "I'm okay jazzy" you mumbled sleepily , your body finally relaxing into the soft bed.

"I gotta clean you up now baby , don't fall asleep yet" jasper pulled away , pulling his cock out and tucking back away into his sweatpants , you whined as you felt his cum dribble out of your fucked out Hole. Jasper's eyes darkened as he took in the sight. Your legs shaky and legs still spread wide showing your cunt in all its glory.

Pink and puffy and very sensitive , clenching around nothing as his cum dribbled out , he watched has your cunt twitched as a glob of his cum trickled down your cunt and onto the bed.

lord how he wanted to fuck you again.

#jasper hale #jasper whitlock #smut #twilight #jasper hale x reader #adult human female #female reader #jasper hale x reader smut

[s0uls1sters-inc]

How About A F! Reader Owns Alastors Soul. They Both Love To Fight For Dominance In Their Owner/Pet Lovers Relationship. It Ends With Reader Dominating Alastor And They Cuddle Listening To Jazz!

I own you 

Alastor x fem!reader fluff and light smut

Summary: you own alastors soul and constantly fight for dominance in your new found relationship with the radio demon 

Cw: alcohol, makeout sesh

You own his soul but cant help but love the fight for dominance how you love your precious boyfriend.

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Turning on the radio to the sweet melody of jazz as you look at your lover. He pours a few fingers of rye into his glass. The sound flowing through his and yours ears. You sway your hips over to his figure. He looks up at you and pats his lap and you happily oblige. You kiss him on the cheek as he gives you a glass of the drink he has so thoughtfully poured out for you.

“Isn't such a lovely day in hell dear” he says leaning into you as he pours himself a glass. You hum and lean into him soaking up his scent of pine. He sips his drink as he puts a hand on your waist. You sway along to the music and couldn't help but smile just like old times. Getting up from his lap you take yours and his drinks and set them down. Taking his hand you pull him up.

“Cmon dance with me” you smiled and he happily did putting his hands around your waist. You take your hands to put them around his neck as you both dance, taking in the moment to truly appreciate being together. You look into his demonic eyes but find peace within them even if hell was meant to be chaos you couldn't help but feel happy about being here with him.

“Kiss please” you say as you take his face into your hands. He leans into your soft touch and your mouths connect. You've always loved the warm feeling when you kissed him. What meant to be a quick kiss soon turned into a soft make out session where you both were fighting for dominance. He bites your lip. You couldn't help but chuckle at this little action. You know who's gonna win. 

The blue colored chain soon appears around his neck. You yanks on it making him whine “okay dear you win” he slightly mumbles out in the kiss. You hold onto the leash tightly and guide him back to the soft cushion of the couch and break the kiss.

“I love you mon cheir” he says as he wipes the saliva from the corner of his mouth. “I love you too but remember who owns you when you pull something like that again” you giggles as you crawl onto his lap and cuddle into him. The music soon faded out as you feel asleep upon him.

Extra bit >:)

He looks at your sleeping figure as your chest rises and falls. He loves you so dearly. Taking his arms to wrap them around you he lifts you up and walks over to the bed you share placing you on the velvety sheets. Looking at your beautiful face he gives you a quick peck on the forehead as he climbs in with you. Slowly being consumed with fatigue he fell asleep with his arms wrapped around you.

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I tried really hard in this one because i was lacking the past few post i hope you guys like this fluff as much as i doo thank you everyone for supporting my work i love youuuuu - onyx 

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[fellisllupus]

(General and QPR) Alastor x reader headcanons!

warnings: this is written with an aroace reader in mind, reader is gender neutral, physical touch but like. on a very low level.

REBLOGS ARE GREATLY APPRECIATED!!

honestly, even if you are the closest person to him in hell; within the first year of your qpr relationship, i dont think he would change in mannerisms that much around you, even when out of wandering eyes. he will have that smile on all the time; and wont favor showing emotions, with few exceptions. dont take it to heart, that is just the way he is most comfortable!

he will change however, in the way that he goes out of his way to help you without asking for anything in exchange. opening doors for you, pulling back your seat so you dont have to; all that jazz. very big on acts of service.

also, it is very clear where his attention diverts to when you enter the room.

back from running some errands for charlie, you approach the hotel doors with hands full with bags, a slump in your step.

maroon eyes catch yours, and with a subtle change in the everlasting smile of the radio demon, he is by your side instantly. welcoming you and taking the bags off your hands while you are distracted with his talking. what kind of gentleman would he be if he didn't help his tired partner?

even if he would never mention it, he is grateful that you dont really put a label in the relationship and just vibe honsetly. i dont think he would ever be comfortable with a fully romantic relationship. you were made for each other in that sense!

he loves pranking you for the reactions, so expect a few scares even though he would never harm you intentionally if he could help it.

we all know that even if he is okay with touching people; he doesnt favor physical touch, and lets very occasionally and very specific people touch him. however, you are one of those very few people and even have special being-alastor's-partner privileges! he would very rarely object to your touch, and subconsciously initiates it more frequently with you than others.

you probably touched his ears once, maybe accidentally; maybe not. it caught him so off guard he just stopped talking and stared at you for 30 seconds straight before vanishing to somewhere else. what a guy

kisses are very rare, but sweet when they happen. his favourite place to kiss you would be your forehead, the crown of your head and the back of your hand. definitely won't object to quick cheek kisses from you!

loves!! to dance with you. put on some jazz and he could dance for hours without breaking a sweat, has a very impressive stamina. also, i believe that while suspicious at first because of the name, he would LOVE the electro swing genre!

he is a very charming gentleman, so people who dont know who he is (if they even exist...) ever try to hit on him, maybe try to distract that person if they are a good enough guy, you know? no need for unnecessary blood spilt.

rosie would LOVE you. and i mean it. she would be ecstatic that alastor found someone like him. you would get invited to a lot of hang outs with her! sometimes with alastor, sometimes with just you. if you are a little bit of fashionista she would love to go to clothing shopping with you, helping you choose what fits you better; if that specific piece is too extra... all that! or you could just have tea and sweets, and talk about your interests together.

he is very good at reading you, especially through your smile and laughs. definitely can tell when your laugh is forced or not in conversations very well. that is mostly how he reads the situation and gets you out of it (maybe in more alastors ways than not, if he doesn't like the person youre talking with) if he senses you are uncomfortable. what is a surprise to him is how you would also be able to read him and his smiles within time.

i dont know if he would tell you about the deal he made at all. he would probably avoid it as much as he could. it is a weakness of his that he would rather not be reminded of, and he would just not want you to know about it. if you ever found out about it, and decide to ask about it; while i dont think he would snap at you like he did with husk in the show, it would still create tension between you along with him avoiding to answer.

how much sincerity he shows to you would be very dependent on for how long youve been his partner. yes, you may be able to read him a little better within time, but that is no feat with how many secrets he probably holds. i still think it would take a year or so before he starts showing sincerity, although subtle and would do so seldomly. it would take maybe a decade until he would be comfortable enough to be fully transparent with you. but, oh would it be worth it.

overall, i love him very much your honour. he is the guy ever and would be a very charming and fun partner if you ignore the murder and crypticism!!!!

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[l0vergirlv0mit]

All of you

Inspired by: All Of You sung by Ella Fitzgeralds

Pairing: wife!hazel x reader

Summary: after meeting in college and falling in love you both have graduated, found stability in yourselves and each other, and now enjoy the pleasures of being newlyweds. Fluff<3

A/n: more of a blurb. i often fantasize about having a loving wife and a beautiful house. just thinking about scenes of a comfortable loving marriage makes me melt. Hazel is definitely a women in STEM btw. Really enjoyed writing this!

You quietly make your way downstairs trying to find the beautiful women missing from my your bed when you woke up. A sweet aroma fills your nostrils and you know exactly where you’ll find her.

The cold wooden floor boards creek beneath your feet. The late November weather makes you crave your wife’s warmth more than anything. You come up behind her and and wrap your arms around her waist, placing a kiss where her neck met her shoulder. “Smells great baby.” You spoke softly to her.

Hazles been smiling to her self since she heard you open the door of your bed room. Excited to see her love and share the morning with her. “How did you sleep?” She turns the stove off finished with her scrambled eggs. Moving to face you then pull you into an impossibly close embrace, kissing the top of your head. “Good, but I woke up cold.” You look up at her and pout.

“Aww well I have something that’ll warm you up baby.” She places a kiss on the tip of your nose. “Go sit down I’ll bring you coffee and breakfast yeah?” You smile ear to ear overcome with love. You pull away from her going to the record player in the dinning room and put on a jazz record.

“Cream and sugar babe?” She calls from the kitchen. “Yes please!” Swaying back and forth to the music you make your way to your assigned seat at the table. The soft light of the morning pierces through the sheer curtains. Staring contently at the view outside your semi fogged window.

Hazel goes back and forth between the kitchen placing down a large plate piled with pancakes, another plate with scrambled eggs, and bowl of cantaloupe. Finally setting down your cup of coffee and handing you one of her hoodie’s. “Here.” She kisses your forehead and sits next to you.

You pull her hoodie on and smells like her sandalwood amber perfume. Every nerve in your body is buzzing with gratitude. How could you get so lucky. “Thank you baby, you work so hard for me.” She smiles even wider her chest filling with pride. “Anything for you.” While fixing your plates and eating you talk about the events of your past week. Laughing and holding hands and teasing.

Once you finished Hazel starts to get up and reaches for your plate. You place your hand softly on her wrist. “Let me clean up honey you’ve worked hard enough it’s not even 10 yet.” She agreed but still insisted on caring the plates to the sink for you. She leans against the counter watching you clean. Keeping you occupied by telling you details about the event your both attending later tonight.

You were going to a formal party for Hazles bosses birthday. And you couldn’t wait to help Hazel into her suit later tonight. You were nodding and humming to the things Hazel was saying until one of your favorite songs came on.

You gasp stopping what you were doing. Wiping your hands on the clean towel next to you and pull Hazel by the hands to dance with you. Quickly she places her hands on your hips and smiles brightly. Your playful excitement amuses her.

Giggling at your enthusiasm when singing to her her starts singing with you. She spins you around and dips you. Pulling you back close to her. Dizzy as you rest your hand on her chest and your head on her shoulder. “I love you, so much.” She whispered into your ear. Raising your head you whispered back to her “I love you more.” Eyes looking back into each other completely entranced.

She raised her eyebrows, one hand moves to your lower back and the other to the side of your face. “Doubt it.” She pulls you into a passionate kiss. Your hands find her waist thumbs rubbing the soft skin. Both of you pull away and Hazel grinned at you again continuing to sing. Taking your hands again to dance with you until you’ve moved to the living room.

Where she pulls you down with her to the couch. Laying on top of you with her head on your chest. Dishes forgotten and record played through. Hazel reaches for the remote and turned on the show you’d both been watching together for the past month. Your fingers run though her hair. “Dont let me fall asleep ok.” You hum in response and eventually heard her breathing slow as she rest. And you laid there drawing circles into her back completely and utterly content.

The rest of the day was spent being lazy around the house enjoying each other’s company<3

(This made me want to punch dry wall I need this so bad😊)

#hazel callahan #hazel callahan x reader #bottoms 2023 #bottoms movie #hazel callahan x you #hazel callahan imagine

[kentosbabes]

Nanami Kento x Reader

˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗Rating: Mature Word count: 617 words Content: Nanami Kento headcannons, minimal sexual content

Part 2!!

When you are all alone it is like Nanami is a completely different person, he rests his chin on your head, teasing you by leaning his whole weight on you. This teasing only shows that he likes to be close to you and place sweet kisses on your forehead and cheeks.

Nanami loves it, and I mean loves it, when you are in his clothes. Especially in his shirts, ties and his Calvin Klein boxers with only his shirts on, you can light a fire in him that only you can put out. 

Your morning routine includes you making coffee in only one of his button-ups with your glasses pushed up against your nose as Nanami wraps his arms around you humming against your neck,  swaying your hips with his to the jazz music playing in his kitchen. 

Although Nanami enjoys his coffee black and prefers making it himself to his liking he loves when you make his coffee handing it to him with a smile as you curl up on his lap watching this city beneath you through his lounge windows. Nanami has even bought a new coffee machine he doesn’t know how to work so you have more of a choice in the morning than just your Instant Nescafe.

Nanami decides to make dinner one night and you walk in after a nap to see him rocking to Chet Baker and Billie Holiday. You have a face mask on and you paint one on him as well. He ends up twirling you around the kitchen whilst the pasta is boiling, kissing you as he rocks the two of you side to side. At that moment, all you can feel is utmost contentment in both your life and with Nanami. 

Since you always forget to wear a coat, he has a rehearsed huff and puff about it. But secretly he only can pretend to be annoyed but the possessive part of him enjoys having you wrapped up in his own coat and having the opportunity to hold you closer to him. Nanami loves to button you up whilst you drown in the pools of fabric that belongs to him.

Nanami loves it when you play with his hair while he has a well-deserved lounge on the sofa after working overtime because he “has tension in his scalp and no other reason”

Before getting into a relationship with Nanami you had absolutely no idea how to tie a tie, he takes your hands into his massive ones, slowly guiding you and helping you practise so now it is second nature. You can tie a Windsor Knot in your sleep now. 

“You look so beautiful like this,” Nanami breathes out, “so very pretty.” He groaned against your neck as you tightened against his hushed words. “Just the perfect doll, so pretty for me.” 

When he messes up whether to accidentally snap at you after a long day or not telling you about plans and coming home late, Nanami makes sure to spoil you, pleasing you in ways no one else could. After a long night of pussay pleasing he places his black card next to your bed once he's gone to work with a note ‘Im so sorry baby take this and buy whatever you want. Miss you.’ 

Nanami is usually very stingy about money but when it comes to you he loves spending, providing you with new clothes and bags and taking you out for expensive dates and holidays

He loves to hog the blankets but fervently denies it the next morning, even if you wake him up to complain about it, Nanami just pulls you into his own warmth and your complaints die on your tongue

MY LOVE!!

Masterlist

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[jupiter-letters]

Harvey being your husband would include

Fem! or GN! Reader TW: None

A/N: This is me finally putting into written form the things I think about Harvey doing. Yes I am in love with him, thanks for asking. 

Waking up on a cool autumn day, the early morning light peeking in through the window. You see the sight of Harvey in a deep slumber beside you, cheek pressed into the pillow, hair messily strewn across his face and the pillow. The soft sounds of his snores along with the chirping of the birds outside. His eyes flutter and open to see you looking at him, he smiles at you. He rubs the sleep out his eyes and moves his hand to caress your shoulder. He stares into your eyes and traces random patterns on your arm. He asks you what you plan to do while he’s at work and tell you how much he’ll miss you when he’s gone.

After a hard day's work he tells you to take off your shoes for a personal foot massage and a nice cup of tea. He makes sure to remind you to get new shoes so your feet don’t hurt anymore. He moves up to rub your calves, and he tickles you under your knee. You slap his hands away and move to tickle his neck, he pulls you into a bear hug on the floor and you both can’t stop laughing. 

Working in the fields during the summer, Harvey is on the porch with a misting fan and a new book. You stop for a moment and call his name. You make your way up to the porch and he pulls out a bottle of water for you. “I love watching you work, you always look beautiful when you work. You take such good care of the farm. I’d like you to teach me more about it so I can help out more.” He smiles up at you, cheeks flushed from the sun, his freckles more prominent.

Loving getting clean with him, showers or baths doesn’t matter to him. He runs a bath for you both, putting in all your favorite salts and scents. A candle or two don’t hurt either ;))) It’s a very large clawfoot tub to accommodate Harvey’s long legs otherwise it wouldn’t be very comfortable. Whether you sit back to chest or across from each other he doesn’t much of preference with that either. The feeling of your back against him and your head next to his is one of the best feelings in the world. Then again being able to look at you from across the tub, flushed from the hot water looking at him with a sweet smile, is everything. 

Sneaking off together during the flower dance. Kissing each other breathless behind a tree. Feeling his hands gently cradling your face, he can’t stop giggling as he kisses you over and over again. Once you’ve had enough you fix each other's clothes and head back like nothing happened. Your friends all look at you both with knowing looks and laugh at his poorly redone tie. 

Harvey walking around in his comfiest robe on his days off, shuffling in his slippers from his shelf of prized jazz vinyls to the record player on his desk. You watch him from the doorway humming along to the song and opening a new model plane box. He notices you out of the corner of his eye, he pulls you towards him. You both stand chest to chest, his hand behind your back, forehead to forehead. Enjoying each other's presence and gently swaying to the music.

Thanks for reading! Lemme know what you think.

#stardew valley #sdv harvey x reader #stardew harvey #reader insert #stardew valley headcanons #sdv x reader #sdv x farmer #fanfiction #~⋆｡°tales from the dreaming

[trtlebuns]

Who would’ve thought?

Random things about T141 + Alejandro & Köing

Tags: Fluff and cursing (maybe?)

Alejandro Vargas

my man my man my man!!!!

Alejandro HATES!!! Spicy foods, even though he is Mexican and grew up in a Mexican household he CANNOT handle anything spicy

Wakes up at 6:45 everyday

His comfort clothing includes: a tank top or T-shirt with grey joggers and black/socks

He would often cook the meals (very house husband of him)

Hates alcoholic beverages, like he’ll drink them but won’t enjoy them

Favorite color is: Rosewood Pink

Favorite ice cream flavor is strawberry

He doesn’t wear cologne

He takes his skin care VERY serious

When he’s angry or excited he would talk in his native tongue

Will call out of work if his hair isn’t “hairing”

Likes to kiss you on the forehead near your edges

Likes to watch you get dressed

Wants to have a big family

If he could be any cartoon character he would be Milo from fish hooks

Has a tattoo of your initial behind his ear

Köing

Listens to lofi and jazz

A light sleeper

Hates pickles

Wears his mask in public but at home he wears a big sweater with a large hood to hide most of his face (specifically a deep purple sweater)

Likes all of the avengers movies and if one is coming out he would buy tickets in advance (like 3-6 months in advance)

Likes strawberry milk but is severely lactose intolerant

Hates raisins but likes grapes

His comfort outfit would be: at home, a onesie to match yours or if in public ( like he goes out there willingly) would be a hoodie and joggers with crocs

Enjoys putting on his eye makeup while you do your makeup

Still doesn’t know what “beat this face to the gods” mean, even though you only say it when you do your makeup

Is happy with being with you and having a cat or two (or any small animal of your choice)

Prefers to eat ketchup with anything

Likes sardines

Likes to hug you from the back

Favorite color is: Mulberry Purple

He wears your initial as a chain

Has a dad sneeze

GHOST (Simon Riley)

Hates anything super sweet or sweeting in general

Prefers coffee (black) over tea, but would drink it if it’s the only thing around

He likes pumpkin spice lattes (yes he’s a basic bi- brit 🫣)

Secretly adds weapons to you car every time he gets in it

Like why do you have a knife in your cup holder?? How did that get there, you wonder

Orders steak every time you guys eat out anywhere “fancy”

Wears a face mask when he’s out

Your nickname for him is “beady eyed brit”

Only kisses you on the cheek and the temple

He rolls his eyes at everything

“Omg mon, you didn’t have to get me this??” You said happily as you hugged Simon. “I wouldn’t have gotten it, if you didn’t stop pestering me about it” He sighed and rolled his eyes knowing that he would buy you the world if you only mentioned it once

He loves peppermints

He likes to watch you…just do you

You’re in the kitchen? Boom, he’s leaning on the fridge watching you. You’re in the bathroom fixing your hair, Boom, he’s sitting on the toilet seat just staring. You’re walking around talking on the phone? Boom, he’s right there in arms distance listening and watching you. Just watching

He listens to classical music

Comfort fit: anything that’s lying on the floor closest to him or anything that seems comfy to him, could be shorts and a shirt or joggers and topless as long as he’s comfy he don’t care

Prefers to be just with you but wouldn’t mind stretching the family

He likes to skip rocks

He knows how to skateboard

Weirdly obsessed with peanut butter because of the “protein”

Favorite color is: Juniper Green

He goes makeup shopping with you because you need to know what type of eye makeup he wears that lasts through literal war

SOAP (Johnny Mactavish)

Hates coconut flavored anything! It could artificial or down to the real deal he HATES IT

Likes to yell at the tv

Must take a bite of your food, it doesn’t matter if you both have the same thing or not. He needs a bite and his reasoning is “I’m testing for poison”

Get you a man who CARES!

Would rate your burps out of 10

Let’s you paint his nails

He spills the tea and so do you

Johnny bursts through the door, and started you “BIIIIIIITCH!!!” Johnny says as he shakes his head walks towards you, you already know the tea is piping HOT! “Let me tell you what price done said over the phone just now” he says as he props down on the bed and you get into a sitting position “I’m all ears babe” you get ready for the most juiciest information of you life

Likes to pee/shit while you’re in the bathroom (it’s his favorite activity)

He rock climbs for a hobby

Favorite color is: Coin Silver

Always calls and never text in advance that he needs to talk

Comfort outfit: pajama bottoms, bunny slippers, and topless or a tanktop

Likes to sleep in cold temperatures

Tackles you with hugs and kisses whenever he sees you

You’re on the phone trying to pay a bill? Boom, he’s right next to you kissing your head and hugging you from the back. You’re trying to get ready for work? Boom, you’re making out and now you gotta call off work…AGAIN!

Listens to a lot of Megan thee stallion because he heard you playing thot shit

Hates the texture of cottage cheese

He’s a horrible cook and so are you, but you both try your best and end up ordering out

Likes to throw things at you and act as if he had no idea what you’re talking about when you ask if he threw something at you

“Ow, what the fu-“ you say as you scratch your head and look at the ground and see an orange crayon on the floor. You look up and see Johnny at the table with a coloring book and crayons “J did you just throw this at me” you question as you raise the crayon. He looks and you and you look at him… “I have no idea what you’re talking about” he says calmly as he goes back to coloring. You sigh, “then how did this get over here?” You roll your eyes and put your hand on your hip. “It must’ve been already over there” he shrugs while continuing his activity with a small smirk pulling at his lips

Likes to eat haggis ( Scottish bastard )

Knows how to play the flute

He would like to have 3 kids and 2 dogs (specifically a Rottweiler and Doberman)

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[z3nitsusgf]

still thinking abt the bath scenario with homelander :(

cw: nudity, implied nsfw, making out, he’s so annoying and s*ft here I think I’m gonna jump out a window

He can hear the soft thump of your heartbeat, the surprisingly relaxed nature of your breathing. You’re chest to chest, if he had any energy he’d probably he harassing you for a few minutes between your legs, but he settles for an ass grab here and there.

Homelander would stay here forever if he could. In the warmth of the bath, your forehead pressed against his while your shitty jazz music plays. What did you call it? Lo-fi? He doesn’t care.

He can see the droplets of water that kiss along your shoulder, your legs still hugging at his hips. He’s got both his hands holding your waist, he can see that his fingers are starting to prune from how long you’ve both been in here. You look like you’re falling asleep.

He nudges you with the tip of his nose, “Hey,” he hears you hum and he waits for your eyes to open before he’s saying, “gimme a kiss."

You twitch in his hold, chewing on your tongue. It’s strange, being this close to him. Face to face, where you can see the fine lines of his cheeks and the golden tan of his skin. The dark-tattooed mark visible on his wrist, usually hidden by his suit. He doesn’t have any scars, it’s impossible for him.

“Go on, I’m not getting any younger.” You resist the urge to curl your lips at him and comply, leaning towards his face and pecking his cheek, narrowly missing his lips.

Homelander scoffs at that, dragging you closer on his lap. Palming at your lower back, he’s feeling around a bit before pinching the top of your ass with lithe fingers, reveling in how you squirm with a startled yelp. Tsking at you with mock disappointment.

"Fuck was that, a kiss for your granny?" You narrow your eyes at him and he looks at you with mocking shock, his brow raised.

"Don't give me that look, kiss me right."

You sigh through your nose, tilting your face and pressing your mouth on his with a softness he's still not used to. Homelander hums contently, molding his lips with yours in a desperate way. Your fingers still splayed through his hair and tugging at them lightly.

He waits for you to part your mouth for air so he can sweep his tongue in. That garners a muffled sound from you, your nails scraping along the back of his neck while he sucks lightly on the tip of your tongue. He can smell your soap, the floral scent flooding his brain. Your mouth tastes like faint chocolate from his PR promotion, sweet and rich. And he’s turning his head so he can glide the slippery pink along the inside of your palate, over the ridges of your teeth and across the flat of your drooling tongue.

You'd think someone like Homelander wouldn't be so sloppy, that he wouldn't like how you swap the taste of each other's mouths - but he loves it. He loves it when he can see how flushed you get, body temperature rising and dopamine flooding through your veins. You're all hot and bothered by a little kiss, it's so cute. When he pulls away there are silvery webs of saliva that connect his tongue to yours, your lips kiss-swollen and he's got lidded eyes.

You whisper his name softly, puffing against his cheekbone.

"See, now that's a real kiss."

He says breathily, squeezing the plush of your naked waist and smirking at how you look away from him, shying away as you plant your palms on his pecs and push yourself back. You’d smack him if you knew it would do anything. You try not to squirm at the feeling of his dick pressed against your tummy, still a little dazed and foggy in the head. Homelander loves that look on you, maybe more then when you’re crying. The glassy eyes and parted damp lips, your cupids bow glistening.

Fuck the seven and Vought, he’s staying here for the rest of the damn week.

#slamming my fist on the table #the boys.✮ #val.writes ❦ #homelander x reader #homelander x you #the boys x reader #the boys x you