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lovergirlanna · 4 months

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Dating HC’S | W.W

Willy wonka x Chubby! Fem Reader

slight warning: talking bad about readers looks/body size + refusing/avoiding meals

SFW + NSFW

NOT PROOF READ

SFW

- You would definitely be his personal taste tester for all the new chocolates he makes. He loves hearing your feedback and the look of happiness on your face when you like the taste.

- Willy absolutely loves showering you in affection giving you gifts of chocolate and spending quality time with you is definitely his top favourite thing to do.

- He’d use nicknames for you like sweetheart, gumdrop, darling ect

- Definitely shows you off. He’s proud to have a girlfriend such as yourself you make his heart melt and leap with joy.

- He can’t keep his hands off you so when your around him be prepared to be surprised by hugs from behind and having his arms around your waist.

- He’s completely smitten for you he’d be heartbroken once he hears you talking bad about your own looks and body size if anyone was talking about your body in a negative way he would not hesitate to deal with them personally.

- Assuring you your perfect the way you are and you don’t need to change.

- Another thing is that if Willy noticed you started to skip meals he would become extremely worried he loves you for who you are. It would break his heart if you where refusing to eat his chocolates or basic food just because of the way you view you body because in his eyes you are utter perfection.

NSFW

- This man loves to worship your body especially if your thinking negatively about yourself, he can’t stand the thought of you being upset.

- if you get nervous revealing your whole body to him he takes things slowly muttering under his breath “your perfect..show me your angelic body sweetheart”

- Would eat you out like it’s his last meal his fingernails digging into the plush of your thighs. You taste so sweet how could he resist?

- His eyes would be on you the whole time as he goes down on your pussy

- Definitely grunts and whimpers, having glossy teary eyes whilst moaning your name he is practically putty in your hands.

- Adores your tits, big or small they fit in his hands and he will grope them with no hesitation.

- Missionary is definitely his favourite position no questions asked he likes seeing your face during sex so he can tell what you like and dislike another bonus is that he gets a face full of tits.

♡

A/N: absolutely adored the Wonka movie and Timothée Chalamet - feel free to send me more requests for any Wonka characters as I will be adding it to my request page.

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cloudspaintedblue · 11 months

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Despite All My Rage I Am Still Just A Rat In A Cage

Erik Destler(The Phantom) x GN!Reader

Warnings/notes: Mentions to past abuse (of Erik), inferiority complex (Erik). This is a drabble+headcanon post

Erik who’s heart aches when you inform him you won’t be in the lair for days, how is he meant to pass the time without his angel? Perhaps writing ballads of sadness, the compositions getting tears on them from how much emotion he plays on his organ

Erik who cries when you return with gifts for him, he doesn’t deserve them, he begs you not to waste your energy and when you argue he only gets more upset.

“I am not worth this! I beg of you please.. I can not accept such a gift, not for such an unworthy monster..”

Erik who finally gives in after your pleading, sniffling while his hands shake to retrieve whatever it is you have given him. His eyes stinging as he opens it, vision going cloudy before the tears start again.

Erik who falls to his knees, inevitably scuffing them as he clutches the gift in his hands. ‘He is not worthy!’ He repeats, you sit down beside him, reaching out to remove the gift so you can hug him without it breaking.

“No mother please—!” He shouts through tears, not yet realizing his mistake, he’s scared to lose it. A precious gift given to him by his angel, he can not lose it!

Erik who despite clutching his gift with all his might drops it the second you embrace him, he is too shocked to wrap his arms around you in return—well only for a moment, as soon as he is fully aware of what is happening his arms are around you, gripping so hard one could guess you were his next victim. However that’s not the case, he simply longs for your comfort; longs for your warmth, the warmth he was deprived of a child and deprived of up until recently.

Erik who calms down with the slow rocking of your bodies, feeling your heart beat—the heat from your skin, the comforting words from your lips. It all feels fake, like he is not worth it, but still he clings to it. For if it is fake, for if it is just a dream; he would condemn himself to death so he could live in this dream.

#erik destler #phantom of the opera #poto #the phantom x reader #erik destler x reader #x reader #reverse comfort #gender nuetral reader #female reader #male reader #erik the phantom #phantom of the opera x reader #angst x reader #comfort x reader #erik x reader

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cutielights · 7 months

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hi jelly!!

i’m so sorry i’m requesting so much. i love your writing though!

could you do some comfort w/ donnie? like reader had a difficult day at school and needs some love?

ty and drink some water<33

also, congrats on 1000 likes 🙌

-🚗

TYSM! Absolutely do NOT apologise! As my first emoji anon seeing your requests genuinely makes my day <3 I’ve figured out who you are, notifs snitching on people

Tw: none

Comfort: Donnie Edition

I had a better gif but it didn’t load in properly >:[

Turtle Einstein

hey

Hello.

r u 3?

Yes.

can I come ovr?

*over

To the lair?

yeah

Why?

had a stressful day stop interrogating me :(

You’re on your way here already aren’t you?

no??? wdym

You were in fact, on your way there already

He welcomed you in, and got back to work, not really feeling the need to get up

Looking up briefly after he realised you haven’t said anything yet

“Your quiet.”

“Mhm”

“…w h y ?”

“No reason.”

“You said you had a stressful day?”

“Mhm.”

“Do you maybe, perhaps, if you feel like it, want to talk about it? Maybe?”

Idk about you but that would just fill me with joy,

He’d actually separate himself from the desk for once

Sitting on his bed together <333

He’d let you hug him

Pulls out the weighted blanket for the both of you <333

He’d help you with the school work if that’s what’s stressing you out

However if it’s friends stressing you out, he’d just invite you to the lair more often

Or sneak into your school and hang out with you

Movie night together

Him actually saying I love you

🚗ANON IM SOSOSO SORRY I TOOK SO LONG WITH THIS??? AHHH SORRY! I HOPE ITS COMFORTING ENOUGH FOR YOU <33

Annnnd now I’m going to sleep it’s midnight

#rottmnt hc #rottmnt x reader #rottmnt headcanons #rottmnt #rottmnt x you #x reader #head canon #rise donnie x reader #comfort #comfort x reader #rise donnie #rottmnt donnie #donnie hamato #rise donnie x you #donnie headcanons #donnie Hamato x You

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running-with-kn1ves · 5 months

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Soooo since you asked for comfy requests, my comfort character of yours is Cirdan, and I would love covering his scars with little kisses and telling him how handsome he is cause I know dude has to be insecure about that and he would combust on spot

I know its cliché but I enjoy simple pleasures

A/N: Naur I love the little(big) elf guy and the softness of this idea. I wish I did it more detailed justice but here's my drabble take. UGHH I LOVEd how sweet it was it makes me all gushy inside.

CW: None! Fluff and comfort all the way through buddy

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“You don’t have to be alone, you know.” Ice-tipped toes of yours brushed the wood panels lining the floor, an electric chill running down your back as the wind from the slightly ajar window perused inside. Your husband always liked it cold, but lately you couldn’t stand it. It was getting too cold outside. Maybe it was because you grew up in suffocatingly warm homes with seasons that hardly shifted, you didn’t have the ability to stand below freezing temperatures like elves did year-round.

Cirdan gently turned his head at your voice, softening his pursed brow as he saw you there shrinking into yourself, leaning a shoulder against the door frame. It didn’t help that all you had to wear were these thin cotton pajamas, white and hip-fitting to show the color of your skin underneath when put under the right light. It made him gaze at you, when all that illuminated the shared bedroom was muted-orange oil lamps and the shine of the moon decorating the floor in a thin silver. It was strange, to be stared at. There was a certain sadness in the elf’s eyes, but it seemed to morph into a relief when that greyish green bore into you, taking in all that you were, only to run back to your eyes and give the softest stare.

You walked to him as he gave a short, croaky hum. “Just cleaning these. Already finished up dinner.” He said simply, in that short way he always seemed to speak when he was down.

You looked over his shoulder to see what he concentrated so painfully on, peering at the delicate pair of battle sickles he hasn’t used since… well, before you got married.

You put a gentle hand on his bare shoulder, musing at the thin and thick pinkish-brown scars along his back.

“I don’t know how you can wear nothing in this weather.” You say with a shiver, sitting down on the spot directly behind the elf.

You practically heard him smile, head still down-turned to look at the sharp steel between the tan cloth he used to rub against them. Your fingers traced the scars you could touch, the long one crossing over his shoulder, the thick few stuck between the blades of his back, which seemed to twitch methodically under your touch.

“S’because you aren’t used to the cold. We sleep in the snow.” Cirdan hummed, “we” meaning his old elven clan.

He grabbed your hand all of a frightful sudden, placing it on the clean and untouched part of his neck not covered by starlight hair or scars. It was so soft and gentle, one of the few places Cirdan had yet to be wounded.

“Hm?” You let through closed lips, sitting on your knees to bring your face up close to his from behind. “Don’t want me touching your cuts?”

“Scars,” He corrected, like it was an ugly word. “Wouldn’t you rather feel something soft?”

He turned just slightly to look at you, eyes shifting to see your face only a nose touch away. Your hands rested on his warm shoulders, feeling them lift just slightly as his chest rose.

“Nope.” You respond, nudging against Cirdan’s temple as you nuzzled into his hair and flattened ear rim. “I’d rather feel you. Wanna memorize every scar and stitch.”

Your hands slide to his back, feeling the ridges of indents in his skin as they fall. “Mmh, its fun to touch them; you don’t feel like anyone else.”

You soak in the warm that pulses from his body, a different heat from the sharp sheets and iced floor. He smelled akin to the grassy scent that whaffed in from the window, a slight musk about him that came from his body glazing over with its natural smell after a bath had rubbed it off not long ago. Oh how you loved it, loved how flesh-like it was, reminding you that there was a living, breathing person by your side, his heart beating through his back and his body altering at every new spot you claimed with your fingers.

Cirdan stopped from cleaning the sickle blades, shoulders hunched as his elbows rested on his knees. He was silent, moping a little over how much you stared, a nagging thought making him want to put his shirt back on.

You snaked your arms around to the front of his chest, giving the best reach of a back hug that you could, bringing your legs to wrap around his warm flank. Your cold feel seemed to make him jolt as you clung onto him like a baby to its mama, burying your face against the deep indent of his shoulder.

“But, wouldn’t you rather--”

“Shh.” You hushed, fingers brushing over the invisible scars from his chest that you could only memorize by touch. “If you keep worrying I’m going to have to kiss each and every scratch on you.”

You pressed noisy smooches to the teensy bits on his shoulder, running your way to his bicep and armpit, showing no sign of stopping.

“Alright alright,” He tittered, putting a hand over one of yours that cupped his chest.

Your fingers rubbed over each single change in flesh, feeling the softer ridges of his nipples, running to the dip of his chest, caressing the deep uneven ‘X’ scar against his collar bone.

“Don’t ever try to change them for me, pretty boy.” You mumbled to his ear, playfully kissing from its tip down to his cheek. “I want your scars and your bits and pieces just how they are. I want all of it.”

You rested your smooshed face against his sharp jaw, letting it dig into your cheek as you kept your nose nearly nestled under his chin.

Cirdan was still, an arm grabbing one of the thighs that wrapped around him, the other entertwining his fingers with the hands that held the fat of his chest. He feared if he moved, the moment would break, that you would suddenly pull away and be gone forever. He wanted desperately to push you deeper against him, to make it so you were both smothered with his warmth, that he enveloped every part of your body to keep it safe. There would be no piece of you undiscovered, and you would fill in the gaps of him that were missing.

“What do you do to me…” He mumbles, hoping you’ll lift your head as he turns his. You do, curious. But he looks partially down, a faded eye following his good one as silver-toned lashes made his honey-soaked eyes look like they were covered with snow.

Cirdan doesn’t let the time slip away from him, pressing his warmed lips against yours with an inward tilt. His nose fits snuggly against the side of yours, forehead pushing forward as you lean into him. The elf drops the sickles to the floor, aside from his bare feet.

He wraps the fullness of his hand around your thigh, trying to smush it deeper against his skin. But the break away from your mouth is too long for him, he moves in again. The longing in his chest he feels, when he senses that desperation to kiss you, a genuine ache of withdrawal when he doesn’t feel that cold cheek against his or the dampened warmth of your tongue.

But you avoid his lips, slipping away the hand of yours that he held to his chest. You rested it to his temple, thumb against his cheek. As cirdan moved in expecting your lips, he found your chin instead, your own mouth covering the usually hidden eye he kept away. You wished he had the confidence to leave it visible; baby steps.

The warm wet poke of a tongue darted between fleshy lips against your chin and jaw, your own mouth opening just slightly. You felt the warm cavern of his eye, eyelashes touching your upper lip as your open mouth pressed a deep kiss to his blind eye, Cirdan freezing as you moved. You lingered there for a moment, pausing to give another gently pressing kiss to the scarred skin below his eye.

You moved away, a bit nervous from how Cirdan’s body was suddenly so stiff. But the moment you moved away, he melted. His shoulders slumped looking up at you with slightly parted lips. He was at your mercy, anything you told him or commanded of him, he’d do without a thought of conscience or hesitation.

There was a gentle drugged look in his gaze, desperate for any little affection you would so graciously bestow upon him.

“So beautiful…” You hummed, looking into the droopy pool of smoke-green he stared back with.

If it was possible, the elf sinked even further into your touch, letting your hands hold his firm cheeks as you planted small kiss after kiss onto the bridge of his nose, to the corner of his stilled lips. But he could not take staying still for so much longer, diving for your moving mouth as you were about to kiss the other side. But he caught you in a smooth mouth to mouth, opened lips begging you to come to him.

You followed, letting your jaw go slack, allowing cirdan’s mouth to fit snuggly against yours, like a puzzle piece of warm air breathing into you.

Your fingers tangled into the elf’s hair that seemed to surround him, listening to the needy groans that left his adored mouth as both his hands held your thighs around his flank, flexing his fingers into your skin like a cat, wanting you deeper, closer. But for now, he’d settle for this, letting you agonizingly sweeten him up with each syrupy kiss and touch that was like a buzzing pleasure, making his heart lurch with desire.

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luvghostie · 1 year

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Hello can i request for eyeless that has feelings for Y/N for a long time now, how would he pursue his feelings for them?

��┈➤ 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐉𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐅𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐈𝐒

𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒.ೃ࿐

ɢɴ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

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EJ is a very soft and gentle person. Yes, he's a killer and steals kidneys but still. Compared to Jeff, LJ, and Slenderman he's the most human-like. Once he saw you something inside him began to warm up. It reminded him of the days he was the happiest in his life. No murder, no sadness, only pure joy.

Jack will talk to Jeff and Seedeater about you. The countless, “why don't you ask them out.” from Jeff was unbearable. It wasn't that easy for him. How would you ever fall for someone who eats kidneys and has no eyes? It seemed that his chances were one in a million. One being that you were desperate and you might cheat on him.

EJ definitely has trust issues because of Jenny. Therefore, it'll take him time to even remotely talk to you and open up. When he does though, he can't stop thinking about you. The way you smile lights up his whole day. He's flirted with you here and there but nothing drastic. Things like complimenting you and touching your hair are normal.

A couple of weeks pass and EJ finally wants to confess his feelings. Jack accepts the fact you might not like him back. In fact, he's prepared to nod and walk away. He still thinks he is less compared to everyone else but it's worth a try. He'd rather know he attempted to be with you than let you slip away.

If you feel the same it'll shock him incredibly. Jack has to ask twice if you're joking with him. Over time you two become the cutest couple in the manison. EJ is still trying to get the hang of being with someone. There are moments he doesn't understand what he's doing. Despite how he might feel about himself you reassure him that he's perfect in every way.

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aruchemihq · 2 years

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⭒ Sympathetic Solace ⭒

⭒ The tweels comfort you after you’ve come seeking a place to get away as a result of a recent fight with your significant other. ⭒

⭒ Pairing: Floyd Leech x GN!Reader x Jade Leech ⭒

⭒ Genre: Comfort ⭒

⭒ Word Count: 2247 ⭒

⭒ Apologies if either of them are out of character. It’s been a while since I written for TWST, so I may need to brush up a little. Anyhow, enjoy! ⭒

Knock..

Knock knock..

Knock..

The door swung open with a soft creak as the man looked down at whoever it was knocking on his room door. Heterochromatic eyes caught onto their figure with surprise, worry interlaced in his expression. Cold rain water dripped from their hair and onto the carpeted floor, staining the neutral color with a darker variant.

“Oya?” Jade spoke with curiosity. “What are you doing here?”

Jade stood in the doorway, a loose white shirt hanging from his figure. Dark grey sweatpants adored his bottom half followed by a pair of black socks. His unique hair seeming messier then usual. The singular black strand that hung down having a few strays branching off of it and towards the side.

You hesitantly looked up at him before speaking. “I uhm.. had another fight with them.”

Jade’s eyebrows raised in concealed anger for just a split second before a usual sly smile overtook his lips. “Come in then, I will get you a towel.”

You gave a small smile and a nod, stepping past the tall male. Once you were inside, your eyes fell on an almost identical one sitting on his bed with his legs swinging, his phone in hand. His own set of heterochromatic eyes looked up and upon locking with yours a large smile became present on his lips. A cyan shirt adorned his figure with a pair of black sweatpants and socks that all relatively hung off him loosely. You were however, used to seeing him in disorderly and loose clothing, so this didn’t come as a surprise.

“Ahh, Koebi-chan~ What brings you to our room?” He called out before standing up and throwing his phone to his covers. “Are you here to dance? Play games?”

You shook your head, bringing a hand up to your eyes and wiping them. Your scleras red from tears and rain water as the crystalline water dripped down your cheeks.

“Aww what’s wrong Koebi-chan?” He asked as he knelt down in front of you to better lock eyes with your concealed face.

“I.. had a fight.”

“Again?” Floyd said with an upset look on his face. “Maaaaan I hate them! They always ruin the fun, eh Koebi-chan~?”

You simply nodded before forcing a small smile onto your face. “Yeah.. they, they really do.”

“You really should leave them behind, y’know.” He recommended, raising his left hand up slowly. You felt him lightly brush his pointer under your left eye before bringing his hand back to its previous spot. “We should dance to help you feel better~!”

Suddenly Floyd shot up from his position in front of you, interlacing his hands with yours and dragging you along with him. He hummed a light tune as he swung you around at a moderate pace with him. You reluctantly followed at first, but quickly found yourself feeling more up to dancing with Floyd as time progressed. Your wet hair flung droplets of water around the room, staining the floor and the furniture. His vibrant eyes ran all over your figure, seemingly checking for something with an almost distant expression on his face. However, in a split second his expression returned to that of one he normally held when the two of you danced like this.

You heard Floyd let out a content laugh as he saw a genuine smile cross your lips. Hoisting you up with his strong arms, he threw you onto his bed, causing you to bounce upon impact with the mattress. He fell onto the covers beside you with a happy smile spreading across his face, showing off his many serrated teeth.

“See Koebi-chan, dancing always makes you feel better!” Floyd said.

“Yes, but it certainly doesn’t make the floor and covers less wet.” Jade called out from the doorway.

You instantly sat up upon hearing his voice. He certainly was quiet, after all you’d been so caught up with dancing that you hadn’t even heard him come in. He was holding two towels and a dainty cup that had a tea bag in it, ever the clever one he was. He’d anticipated Floyd would end up dragging you around the room for a song and dance to try and cheer you up, so he brought another towel to clean up the mess.

You stood up and walked over to Jade, gratefully taking both towels from him. “Thank you, Jade.”

“Ah, ah, one second.” He tutted. “This tea is for you, the towels are for us.”

You tilted your head in confusion as you heard Floyd let out an annoyed groan. “Do I haaave to clean?”

Suddenly it hit you as you smiled up at him graciously, placing the towels back around his arm and taking the tea instead. Floyd begrudgingly bounded over before taking a towel from his brother. You turned your head to watch Floyd splay out the towel, but were quickly interrupted by Jade lightly pushing you towards his side of the room.

Walking over slowly and unsure of what he had planned, he lightly grabbed you by the shoulders before turning you around and seating you on the edge of his bed. Unwrapping the towel from his arm, he reached up with it covering your hair entirely.

Your grip on the cup within your grasp tightened exponentially upon realizing the close confines you were in with the man. However, he didn’t seem to notice. Or at least, he was playing it off extremely well.

“Ah, yes, I assume you’re going to be staying the night?” He asked.

A faint smell of mint wafted through the air before you responded. “Oh, if it’s okay I would like that very much.”

“Koebi-chan is staying over?” Floyd called out from the other side of the room, seemingly sprawled out and wrapped in his towel.

“Splendid. I will be sure to grab some extra sheets and pillows on my way back then.” Jade responded as he finished drying your hair with a satisfied look on his face.

He stood up and made his way over to his brother as you watched him. The cup in your hands shaking due to your own actions. Your eyes directed themselves down to the light brown liquid, seeing through it and to the bottom of the cup. The liquid rippled with the movements of your shivering hands. Events that happened moments before arriving here replayed in your head. You felt your heart pang and eyes sting with worry and unhappiness. Narrowly escaping what could have been a much worse situation, you continued to blame yourself for it.

However your thoughts were cut short as you felt a pair of hands wrap around yours, steadying the shaking of the liquid in the cup. A lone black strand of hair swayed in the top of your vision before you looked up.

“Please do relax.” Jade spoke simply. “I hate seeing you like this as a result of that damned person.”

You let a smile peak its way out from behind your upset display. Upon seeing this, you saw just the edges of Jade’s lips curl up into a content looking expression.

“Alright, I will return again before long. Ask Floyd for something to wear or just take something from the closet, whichever you prefer.” He said as he stood up and turned his back once more.

You nodded even though you knew he couldn’t see it. With the two towels draped over his arm, he once more left the room, leaving both you and Floyd to yourselves.

“Oh oh that’s right, let me get you something to wear Koebi-chan~!” Floyd called out from the other side of the room.

You stood up from the edge of the bed and slowly walked over to him, eyes observing the extremely neat looking stacks of clothing. However, the neatness slowly turned into clutter as Floyd haphazardly shifted around piles of clothes to find the specific thing he wanted. Your eyes scanned over the things he threw around with curiosity and slight pity, for Jade of course, since he was probably the one who was going to have to clean everything up.

Floyd spun around as he held out two things for you. A pair of black basketball shorts with light blue accents on the sides, and plain black t-shirt with a small sea anemone on it. If you had to guess, you’d place bets on the shorts being Jade’s and the shirt being Floyd’s. Totally not because you watched Floyd pull the items from different sides of the closet though..

You took the clothing from Floyd before turning around so your back was facing him. “No looking.”

“Waah~?” Floyd simply responded with a sound before sighing. “Alriiiight, fine Koebi-chan, I’ll go cover my eyes...”

You turned your head as you watched him walk over to his bed. He simply flopped down on top of it and wrapped himself up in the scattered covers. He didn’t stop until he was a full burrito, however it covered his vision so you didn’t really care how he did it.

Turning around, you stripped out of your damp attire and put on the new outfit. The shorts were very loose, even still when you had pulled the drawstring tighter and tied it together. The shirt hung loose off of you as well, nearly meeting the end of the shorts. You opted to keep on your own pair of socks before turning around again.

Upon seeing that Floyd hadn’t yet moved at all from his burrito-like state, you let out a small chuckle that you quickly covered with your arm. Walking over to him, you leaned down and placed your hand on the end of the covers. Peeling it down a little you saw his eyes light up with surprise.

“Aah, Koebi-chan, you’re done! I promise I didn’t peak at all~” He said, as he rolled himself out of the blanket causing you to take a step back to avoid being hit by his actions.

Watching him unroll himself and nearly fall off the edge of the bed, due to his large frame, you smiled. The door then opened again with a soft click as you turned around, meeting Jade’s sly grin and upturned eyes.

“I see Floyd actually did what I asked him to do.” Jade spoke as he walked into the room further. “He hardly ever does that, you must be special.”

Your eyes lit up slightly as you looked over to the lazy eel that was now sitting with his arms crossed, head nodding up and down.

“Of course, Koebi-chan’s special~” Floyd spoke, a sudden change in demeanor. He now had a rather sly smirk on his lips as he spoke again. “After all, you said so yourself, Jade.”

Your eyes flickered over to Jade, seeing a temporary slip in his usually calm collected demeanor. His eyes seemed to slightly widen, and his lower lip dropped slightly seemingly in awe that Floyd would dare expose him like that. However, the momentary slip was covered again as he cleared his throat and spread the covers out on the floor.

“I did in fact say that.” Jade spoke. “I wasn’t lying, you are special to us, you know.”

You opened your mouth to speak, but nothing came out. Almost as if on cue, Floyd draped himself over your shoulders before letting out a short giggle. “Don’t worry, you don’t have to say anything right now.”

Turning your head to him slightly, you nodded. He gave you a smirk before lifting himself from your shoulders and walking back over to his side of the room. You turned your gaze to Jade as he finished laying out the covers and flickered his gaze over to you.

He’d laid down two blankets on the ground, setting a pillow at the crown of them both. Another blanket was laid on top of it, you’d assumed the two blankets on the bottom were because the floor was rather hard, and it was to soften having to sleep there. Two more pillows then flew past you in your peripherals, causing you to whip around.

Floyd was walking over, his blankets in his arms. You tilted you head in curiosity. Floyd seemed to notice this as he set his blankets on the ground.

“Neh~ You’re so silly Koebi-chan~” He commented. “You really think we’d let you sleep on the ground by yourself?”

“Yes, that’s true, you’re our guest after all.” Jade spoke from the other side of the room, you assumed he was also gathering his blankets and pillows.

“A guest that needs to be cheered up no less!” Floyd finished for the both of them as he smoothed the blankets out.

As you watched the two, you felt tears well up in your eyes. Your heart ached with admiration and the feeling of being wanted. You didn’t often get this feeling with your current partner and it made you wonder just how good for you they were. Wiping your eyes with your hands you smiled and ran over to the pile of blankets on the floor.

Making a jump for it, you landed on the soft comforters, lightly skidding on top of them. Floyd clapped from beside you as he to jump down on them with a laugh. Jade simply smiled, shaking his head at the scene going on in front of him.

The two of them made you feel like you truly mattered. Like you meant something. Truth be told, you couldn’t feel more overjoyed.

#Floyd Leech x reader #Jade Leech x reader #Tweels x reader #Octavinelle x reader #Octavinelle #Leech Twins x reader #Comfort x reader #Twisted Wonderland x reader #TWST x reader

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weskin-time · 2 years

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this is so fucking awful and self indulgent so I can understand if you pass this one but can I get wesker w an s/o who uses hewwo speak when reallllly stressed out? I do that irl and it's a bad habit of mine but at the same time I don't wanna stop bc it low-key brings comfort

YOURE THE FIRST PERSON TO SEND ME AN ASK EVER!! THANK YOU! and dont worry, self indulgense is my specialty! im also very sorry for this being a few days late, i havent had any time to write anything because i was making an Ash Williams cosplay for a horror convention i just got back from!!!

I havent proof read this so there might be errors and mistakes! sorry!

im also writing this while very exhausted from a convention so i hope it good!! healing through fanfic >:3 i hope this is close or around anything to what you had in mind!!

when he first hears you talk like that hes gonna give you a blank look

like he would just ask you a question about what you wanted for dinner and you would respond back tiredly in that way of speaking and he would just pause for a second and look at you

"why are you speaking like that?" hes blunt

he doesnt mean it in a bad way hes just,,, confused??

so you explain to him that its a habit of yours to talk that way when youre stressed out and its a semi comforting stress reliever to you

he instantly wants to know whats stressing you out

he said he would take care of it and have it done for you if its causing you to be so stressed

even if its a person or some customers getting under your skin depending on your job

says he has ways of making them never making you stressed again

actually kinda likes the way your way of speaking changes when youre stressed

something about it dripping off your tired lips just makes him want to wrap you up like one of those cat burritos

but he also doesnt want to hear it because it means youre stressed

and he doesnt want you to be stressed

BUT AA CUTE OWO VOICE

if you can pick it up, everytime to speak he just very faintly smiles

or at least his face relaxes a bit more

even if you try to tell him its alright and that you can get it done yourself he will insist that you tell him and let him take care of it

he ushers you out of the kitchen and into the bathroom where he starts to draw a warm bath for you, will even put in a bath bomb of your choice if you wish into the bath

while youre soaking in the warm water trying to relax a bit hes out making your favorite dinner or meal

hell if you want he will make pancakes for dinner or another type of non dinner meal for you

youre sitting in the warm water and just start to melt into it

theres a knock on the door a little while later, its Al telling you your food is ready :)

so now youre full, clean, and some of the stress weight has been lifted off of you knowing your lovely partner is going to help you (or completely take care of) the thing that is stressing you

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"you didn't have to do aww that fow me you know." you say, nuzzling into Wesker's chest. He held you in his arms under the warm covers, you laying on his chest with your arms wrapped around him and his around you. Your chest felt lighter than it had when you first got home for the day, it felt fuzzier.

"I know dearest." he gave you a small kiss to your forhead.

"I weawwy mean it. you do so much fow me awweady and youwe awways busy, i dont want to make you stwessed mowe than you awe just becasue im stwessed." you shift and crane your neck to look at him in this position.

His red eyes stare into yours as a smile finds its way to his lips. "Sweetheart." he paused to kiss your nose, "You're one of the few beings worthy of leading this new world with me. your pretty little head doesnt deserve any stress what so ever, and i mean that."

You felt your face go a tad red and your heart swell. for Wesker being,,, well,, Wesker, he really could be sweet sometimes. You burried your face back into his chest causing him to chuckle, the reverberation sounding so different as you were on his chest.

"I love you dear, and that cute voice youre using." his chuckle then lowers and extends, turning into a soft purring. you shut your eyes and lean into his purring, the sound starting to lull you to sleep.

"I love you too Al."

#i read your blog and saw you loved purring wesker #i really hope i did okay at least on this as this is my first request ever and i wanted to do it justice #wesker x reader #albert wesker imagine #albert wesker #albert wesker x reader #albert wesker dbd #resident evil imagine #resident evil wesker #resident evil x reader #fluff #fluff x reader #comfort x reader #how do i tag this

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deepest-nightmare-expert · 4 months

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Jeff x sick reader ! ___

Requested by my friend .

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Cw EMH mentions of over all being sick and not feeling good.

This is fluff x reader

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You were laying in bed , eyes puffy nose flushed a shade of rosey pink at the tip.

Sinuses absolutely clogged, and hair in slight tangles. Dishleved from you sleeping all day atop of trying to get comfortable.

Your lips were cracking a tad chapped yes but not too horrible , still very uncomfortable twisted in with a small scale growing fever.

And you felt like shit.

Youre bed side night stand was covered in a sizable yet tiny pile of tissue paper because your bin you placed by your bed was no longer enough almost overflown with used tissues.

Which you hated.

But your body was sick and you really don't get a say in its bodily functioning healing process wether or not you liked it played no part in the matter.

You called your boyfriend Jeff who was out grocery shopping once he finished his shift at the hospital.

He was in the middle of grabbing a bag of chips tossing them into the cart , before the vibrations of his phone from his jean pocket lightly brought him into mildly startled awareness.

He stuffs his hand into his pocket, and fishes out his phone eyes narrowing at the screen reading over the caller ID .

Then he registered mentally that it's you calling ! So of course he hit the green button and put the phone up to his ear.

"Hello what's up?"

Jeff's voice picks up from the other end of the call.

You sniffle and begin to speak "Jeff - I caught a cold ...i don't think you wanna come over tonight ."

The second he heard that little sniffle he furrowed his brows in concerned shock and stubbornly shook his head no which you could practically feel through the phone without Even having to see him physically.

He scoffs and that's all you hear before he responds with a stern yet loving "uhm no. I'm coming over, you can stop me or atleast try but you probably won't be able to . And you lay down and rest, when I'm done shopping I'm making you soup. And taking care of you like a good boyfriend love you stay put. And get comfy because your not moving on my watch for a good while less completely necessary."

Before you could even get a single w o r d in he hung up.

Jeff was on a SPREE now searching up and down for the perfect ingredients for a healthy yet well rounded meal to make you feel better and some medicine he even went as far as to get a heating pad and you a new blanket with some tissue boxes and pajamas which were soft in texture having a blue and white plaid pattern.

He settled on some simple chicken stew , with some parsley thyme chives cream rosemary and celery a bit of onions mixed with some salt pepper and garlic and then those thick homemade noodles that everyone's Italian grandma has stored away in her kitchen.

Before you knew it he was home he dressed you in new pajamas got your hair all taken care and washed. cleaned off the side table and emptied out the tissue bin placing the new tissue box on the bedside table for you.

Made you that amazing soup and got you a bottle of water tucking you in with your new blanket which pleasantly to your surprise was your favorite color ! And very soft n fuzzy.

And you even had a brand new heating pad under your blanket helping you stay warm and to break the fever quicker speeding up the process of ending this horrible snot nosed nightmare of a cold.

He set your medicine on the table next to the tissue box and after you were properly fed he got into bed with you despite your protests of "Jeff your gonna get sick!!"

Jeff only replied with a smug yet proud look only he of all people can sport. Painted all along his face.

"no. I'm holding you and hugging you because I'm just gonna and what are you gonna do kick me out of the room? "

You fall silent mentally parsing a response yet the attempt fails and you sigh pulling the blankets up and over you both once he's snuggled in next to you properly and sleepily tuck your head into his shoulder eyes sleepily closing you hear a chuckle and mentally roll your eyes before you feel his slender hands fingers run through your (your hair color) locks you slowly feel all your resistance to this absolute loving yet asshole ish man fade like butter in a microwave on high. And you start to drift off to sleep you feel one of his lanky arms wrap around you and his hand continues to pet your head of now clean and brushed hair thanks to him that is. You hear Jeff start to hum a soft tune aiding you further into a dazed half awake half asleep state the song is "shankill butchers by he decembersists" Jeff loves that song and had always sung it to you when you were having difficulties and now it definitely served its purpose further soon you were asleep.

Jeff watches as you sleep and continues humming and softly singing to you a look of smitten adornment glistening in his tired eyes and soon enough his own exhaustion from working at a hospital all day and shopping makes itself known and he begins to drift off alongside you but before he does and before his heavy eyes shut he kisses your forehead and puts his chin atop your head tucking your head protectively beneathe his own the hand in your hair softly pushing your head closer to the betweenst of his shoulder and chest where it connects and soon you both were interlaced and out like a light. Comfy warm. And happy.

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Sooo that's my first actual fic regarding this opinions are appreciated !

And I do take requests.

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#slenderverse #emh x reader #everymanhyrbid emh #hcs #headcanon #jeffery koval #jeff x reader #jeff emh #jeff emh x reader #sick fic #sickfic #comfort #comfort x reader #jeff x sick reader #emh comfort drabbles #written for a frend #written as requested

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certifiedcodbabygirl · 3 months

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I need Simon Riley who realizes just how much he loves you when he has a night terror.

He shoots out of bed with a shout, quickly looking to your side just to see it empty. His heart quickens even faster, images of your dead body, blood pouring out of your mouth and ears, eyes frantic before they still and glaze over. Remembering the scream he lets out as he shakes you, begging you.

"Please, please don't fuckin leave, love. God, not you. Please, you promised!"

He's having a panic attack and before he even processes it, he's running to the bathroom. Throwing him head into the toilet bowl, puking everything up as if his entire body is rejecting the very possibility of you no longer being there. He can't stop the tears ripping out of him and his fast, suffocating breaths stinging his throat as if the vomit isn't even there.

He doesn't even register your hand on his back, your panicked calling out to him.

"Baby? Baby what's wrong? Please talk to me" You beg, brushing his hair back, trying to hold onto him.

His wide, tear filled eyes meet yours and he throws himself into your arms, holding onto you like a lifeline. His crying doesn't stop, the intense emotions still overwhelming his senses.

"God please never leave me. I swear to god I'll be the best for you. I'll keep you safe, nothin's gonna happen to you" He swear as if he'd be your own guardian angel.

"Baby what happened? Did you have a nightmare?" You pet his hair, beginning to realize what's happening.

"I can't lose you, I can't. Not you. Please, I can't." He cries into your shirt, trying to calm down but he feels genuine fear that he doesn't feel outside the battlefield. You hold him as his breathing slows down, exhaustion overtaking him. You settle against the wall, fingers combing through his hair as you both fall asleep. Safe to say he doesn't have anymore nightmares that night.

(Friendly reminder that traumatized men aren't always fully numb and military men can have feelings !!)

#call of duty modern warfare #cod x reader #ghost cod #simon riley #simon ghost riley x reader #ghost simon riley #simon ghost x reader #simon riley x you #simon riley x reader #Simon riley x reader hurt/comfort #simon riley x reader fluff #ghost call of duty #ghost mw2 #simon ghost riley

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nezuscribe · 7 months

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gojo fucks you so well because he's so terrified that any time might be his last. he holds you close to his chest, your sweaty bodies writhing against each other as you can't get any closer, and he pounds into you like there's no tomorrow.

his brows are furrowed, his lips as curled tightly as if to contain any of his moans.

"'toru, fuck, wait..." your nails are scratching deep red lines on his back, your brows furrowed in pleasure, but confused as to why he's like this. normally he's slow, teasing.

he doesn't answer, his eyes connected to where the two of you meet, your essence dripping down his balls. his hair is falling into his face, his breath hot against your neck as he buries his face in it, sucking on the column of your skin, his tongue soothing over where his teeth would nip.

he wants to mark you. he wants you to carry him on your skin because a part of him deeply worries that some night might be the last time he could do this.

he angled his hips to reach into you deeper, your back arching as your tits pressed against his solid chest, his lips finding yours as he hungrily made out with you, his grip on your waist tightening.

"love you," he'd mutter against your swollen lips, his eyes finding yours as he picked up his pace, "love you s'fuckin much."

and he fucks you to show you how he means it.

#gojo x reader #gojo x reader smut #gojo blurb #gojo x you #gojo x you smut #gojo smut #gojo drabble #i saw the leaks :)))#i need some comfort #i can't put anything into words quite yet #!!#jujutsu kaisen

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eggcromancer · 1 month

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Sun reacting to news of his demotion from Theatre Star to Daycare Nanny (he is not coping well)

#I'd like to think y/n is Sun's comfort blorbo for times like these #fnaf sb #fnaf security breach #fnaf sun #dca fandom #sunnydrop x reader #y/n #fazbear technician y/n #Also I drew the second pic without checking the canvas size... (It was 400px oops 💀)

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sleepyangelkami · 25 days

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smut's fun. have you ever read soul crushing, heart aching, head throbbing comfort that makes your eyes burn out of your head to the point where you just have to crawl into a ball because your inner child feels so safe? haha... yeah smuts fun.

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cloudspaintedblue · 11 months

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Intro <3

Hello my name is Cloud! I’m an adult and a very inconsistent writer. I’m queer and use they/them pronouns.

•I pretty much write whatever whenever but occasionally I’ll start a new piece of media and start obsessively thinking about that and that alone.

• This is a safe space therefore there is absolutely no tolerance of any kind of shaming, homophobia, transphobia, racism, (anything that could hurt another person) on this blog. All of my work will have notes or some kind of disclaimer so you know what you’re reading and don’t have to come complaining or have triggers/boundaries set off

• Minors please don’t interact if things are nsft/nsfw, I can’t control what you look at but you will be blocked if I ever post something in the 18+ category

Rules + Boundaries

Masterlist

#masterlist #introducing post #x reader #comfort x reader #fem reader #m reader #gn reader #female reader #male reader #gender nuetral reader #nsft #sfw #writing #fanfic #angst #hurt/comfort #fluff #smut

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dmitriene · 1 month

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cw: tooth rotting fluff, comfort, shameless smut, established relationship, obviously ooc simon, domestic things, cuddling, intimacy, simply getting off to simon, pinv, pet names, praising, creampie, brief mention of multiple orgasms and overstimulation, aftercare. pairing: bf simon ghost riley x gf fem reader

simon riley is a bulky man.

a large mass of pumped up muscles that he has honed with diligence and hard work, wide biceps and thighs, a large chest that looks proudly forward when he folds his arms behind his back and straightens, bulging veins, rippling muscles with every movement, full pack of chiseled abs, a beautiful back and strong shoulder blades.

but he's also a soft man.

a small, accumulated over the years layers of fat on his sides, gathering into small folds when his body turns sideways or leans down, a slightly protruding, soft belly that is covered with a slight scattering of blonde hair and white, pale pink scars, his chest and shoulders still wide, but paired with the acquired softness, look softer, and feel the same.

he eats well and feels comfortable in his body, not stopping to exercise in the morning and swinging in his free time, but nevertheless not losing weight, but only continuing to gain, and this is definitely to your credit, because he cannot refuse a plate of steak and vegetables held out from your hands, standing before his eyes in your charming apron and murmuring so sweetly — “made this for you, si, i noticed you liked the meat last time„

and simon can't refuse, especially when you like his new body shape so much, where your hands gently stroke his sides, and your head is almost always on his soft belly uf you're relaxing on the couch, and once you're in bed, you can't get away from his chest, snuggling up and nuzzling against his body until you fall asleep, letting his hands squeeze you harder than gently because you asked for it — “don't be afraid, si, i like it„

and fuck, you would be the death of him, especially when you bend so sluttily to arch your back for him and rise your plush ass to the air, pleading him with sweet mewls and tiny wriggle of your hips so he would fuck your dripping pussy from behind, just so you would feel how the fat on his stomach rubs against your back with gentle drags as simon curls on top of you, his hand intertwined with yours, his meaty cock bottoms in your weeping cunt fully as he hisses cursed praises — “good, good fucking girl, feel so nice and snug for me„

your eyes fly to the back of your head immediately as he picks up the pace, fucking in to you fully and knocking your cervix with each sharp thrust as his broad hips and soft thighs snap against your reddening ass, cunt clenching around his meaty shaft rapidly, sucking him in snuggly as you fuck yourself back on him vigorously, just so simon would pin you down with his soft, big body against the messy sheets, rolling his hips and taunting you when you drool beneath him — “fuck, look a' you, drooling and clamping on me like that, that's wha' i do to you, lovie?„

and you just nod dumbly, brain is a mush that he fucked out long ago with each drag of his fat cock inside your gummy walls that try to milk him for all his worth and each spurt of thick milky seed, letting it leak out just so simon would fuck it back, his body sweaty, muscles constricting and thick, bear like palm squeeze your breast, almost crushing, as you mewl and whine pitifully, begging him not to stop — “yea — yeeah, pleasepleaseplease, d — don't stop, sii!„

and simon wouldn't, until you lay unmoving beneath him, gargling some delirious moans when he pushes his cum deep in you even through his cock aching from overstimulation, till he slips out to wipe you both and tuck your naked body against his under the covers, letting you nuzzle satisfiengly against him with soft sighs.

that's more than enough for simon to never think for once to start lose weight, because fuck, he sees what it does to his filthy girl.

✎ 𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵. 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴. 𝘢𝘰3.

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yawnderu · 2 months

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Simon lets out a deep chuckle as he sees your daughter pick flowers from the light, clean grass, her tiny hands barely even managing to gather enough strength to get the stems out of the ground.

“C'mon, that's enough.” His voice is patient, calloused hands picking his daughter up as he brings her up to his chest, a small smile when he sees her holding onto the flowers for dear life, giggles leaving her lips as he starts bouncing her while they walk.

It became a routine, in a way, for Simon to bring his daughter whenever he visits his family. She's too young to understand, so pure, so untainted from the dangers of the world, always kept safe by Simon and you, yet he can't fight off the urge to make his family see her.

He walks for a few minutes, enjoying the chilly air while his daughter cuddles up to him, one of her tiny hands gripping his jacket, while the other one is still holding onto the flowers. He stops in front of a set of four graves, the familiar pit of dread setting deep within him starts to come out, shaky hands managing to gently put the little girl down on the cold ceramic.

Mrs. Riley.

If love could have saved you, you would have lived forever.

Simon was hiding his hurt quite well, managing to sit down next to his little girl, one hand on her back as she started crawling around, finally setting the flowers down.

“Mum?” His voice is quiet, almost cracking, as if he was the scared little boy his mother defended with her life. His daughter looks up at him with curious brown eyes, sitting down and entertaining herself with her own onesie.

“I remember telling you I'd never settle down because I could never get as lucky as Tommy and Beth...” He dragged out, gaze going down to the ring on his finger, the physical representation of your union.

“You've met my wife before, and now I want you to see my kid too.” He's barely managing to speak, words coming out rough and choked up as his hand caresses his daughter's thin hair, making him pause just to examine her features. She's a tiny carbon copy of him, a lovely nose and a set of brown eyes that will never see the horrors he lived.

“She's a proper daddy's girl, but you would've loved each other.” He's sure of it. His mum was always so lovely, so nurturing. A true angel on earth with way too much forgiveness and patience for her own good.

He picks his daughter up, planting a soft kiss on her forehead. Simon thought he cried all his tears when he was a little boy, yet his nose is starting to sting, vision getting blurry for a few seconds until a choked sob manages to escape his lips. He's quick to wipe any tears away, simply trying to focus on the peace and quiet the cemetery offers, his hand running up and down his daughter's back, patting it softly just to hear that little giggle that seems to always repair his broken soul.

“All of you would've loved her, shy little thing she is.” He sniffles again before a quiet laugh leaves his lips, smiling despite the way his eyes are still filled with tears threatening to spill at any moment.

“I'm quittin' the SAS soon, don't want her to grow up without a father. The wife's happy about it, too.” Simon lets out a small sigh, looking down at the graves of his family, all buried next to each other. He shakes his head softly, his free hand quickly wiping off his tears before he goes back to holding his daughter, rocking her with care.

“I'll come back with her next time, jus' wanted to talk to you today. Let you meet this lovely girl.” Big brown eyes meet his gaze, instantly cheering him up despite everything. He pinches his cheek softly only for the little girl to smack his hand away with a giggle, only making his smile grow wider at how hot-heated she is. Just like her mother.

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