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motheyes · 1 year

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i have therapy in a few days :)

#very exciting #man i think like. the time after this is the last time with her #it still hasn’t processed at all. i’m rlly upset about it #well. again its like i’m feeling so conflicted #i’m so sad she’s leaving she’s been my therapist for so long now and i love her #but i’m also excited to have a trans therapist. they seem so cool #and sometimes change is kinda nice #but man. ugh i’m gunna bawl my little eyes out #:-( it sucks. my life is insnae #things just happen and i’m just here for the ride #ok. i’m so sleepy. gn #tomorrow is a new day

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gi4hao · 26 days

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☆ wonwoo x gn!reader — warnings: mentions of nausea

just wonwoo being completely whipped for his s/o <3

if there’s one thing both wonwoo and you are grateful for, it’s your ability to sleep with noise around.

the clock on your right is displaying 1am, and the last time wonwoo got up from his gaming chair was two hours ago, to bring you a glass of water and kiss you goodnight.

it hadn’t been hard to fall asleep, relaxed by the steady clicks of his fingers on the keyboard and the occasional whirring of the hard drive. but a queasiness seemed to have settled in your stomach, making it much harder to stay asleep.

without even looking at him, you know wonwoo has his headphones on. it’s no use trying to call him, and standing up seems a little too risky right now. with a heavy sigh, you turn to your side to at least catch a glimpse of his focused face and occasional nose scrunches.

“is everything ok?” he asks just a few seconds later, snapping a quick glance at you before looking back at his screen.

“i- how did you know i’m awake?” you ask, and immediately notice how talking makes your nausea feel worse.

with a frown, you put a hand on your stomach, tracing circles on your skin in hope it might make a difference.

“i know everything” wonwoo smiles, still focused on his game. “are you okay?”

“i’m not feeling so good” you reply, trying your best to be loud enough for him to hear you.

and he apparently does, since he lets his headphones rest on his shoulders as he slightly spins his chair to face you. with a worried look, wonwoo silently offers you to come sit on his lap like you often do, sometimes for no particular reason.

you’re quick to reply with a slight shake of your head, your face twisted in an uneasy expression. that’s how he knows you really aren’t feeling well, because you usually never decline this kind of offer.

“need some water? a pill? …me?” he asks, sitting on the edge of the bed after turning his computer off.

in lieu of an actual answer, you simply grab his t-shirt to pull him to bed, making him chuckle in surprise. and the sounds you hear next are more than familiar: him taking his glasses off, folding the arms and gently putting them on the nightstand.

your face is now inches apart from his chest, and you let out a content sigh as his reassuring smell envelops you in a tight hug.

“can i?” he whispers, his fingers slowly lifting the cloth of your t-shirt (well, his t-shirt actually).

you nod, and he lets his hand find its way to your stomach, careful as if you were made of glass. his palm covers much more surface than yours, especially as he starts to rub your skin in slow circles.

“this feels nice” you hum, lulled by the steady lifts of his chest with every breath he takes. “i feel sleepy again.”

“good. try to get some rest baby, i’m not going anywhere” he whispers again, kissing the crown of your head.

wonwoo had not always been one to openly express physical affection, which was okay with you. but the more nights you spent in his company, the more he offered to cuddle you to sleep. and it was often in the early hours of the morning, when you woke up with your limbs intertwined, that you realized just how much you meant to him.

“but what about your game?” you ask, looking up at him in an attempt to make out his features. “you were close to winning, weren’t you?”

hearing those words, wonwoo lifts his free hand to the side of your face, tracing a gentle line along your cheek. it that moment, it feels as if the room is filled with the warmth of his affection.

“i’m pretty sure i already won” he replies, kissing the tip of your nose, an evident smile in his voice.

requests are open!

#writing this healed me on a spiritual level #my soul is cleansed #wonwoo x reader #wonwoo imagines #wonwoo fluff #wonwoo comfort #seventeen x reader #seventeen fluff #seventeen imagines

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gyuwoncheol · 8 months

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Sleepy

Pair: Wonwoo x gn!reader

Genre: Fluff, Drabble

WC: ~500

Note: not proofread. Wrote this in a mad dash this afternoon, all within an hour. I saw Wonwoo in my feed and i just spiraled.

Boyfriend!Wonwoo just staring at you as you both lay down on the bed in each other’s arms, facing each other after a long Friday at work. His eyes were still wide awake and full of love, watching and listening intently as you narrated about your day.

“And then it just shut down. In the middle of her presentation!!” You said as animatedly as you could, drowsiness just taking over your features quicker than you realized.

Wonwoo drew you closer to him, pulling you by the waist where his arm had already draped “hm yeah? And then what happened?” He asked, not actually really interested with what happened, just genuinely smiling at how adorable you looked trying to fight off sleep.

The pout on your face grew more prominent the heavier your eye lids felt but you continued to tell your story. “It’s just a good thing she had that data in her— why are you giggling?”

“Huh? No”

“Yes” you deadpanned, eyes opening wide momentarily and a brow raised at your boyfriend. Had he not been listening?!

Wonwoo’s lips curled up to a smile, his hand softly rubbing your back, “Ok ok, sorry. I didn’t mean to but you’re just so cute trying to not fall asleep”

“I’m not sleepy” you defended

“Yes you are”

“No, I’m—“ you got cut off when a yawn just suddenly came out of nowhere, making your boyfriend laugh out in victory.

Your brows scrunched together and eyes squinted at him, hating that you just got proven right.

“I’m not sleepy! You half scowled-half whined, bringing your face closer to his. The tips of your noses touching so you could give him the most intimidating look you could try. “i’m just tired. There’s a difference! Maybe if you stopped rubbing my back so nicely, i wouldn’t be sleepy and i’d actually be able to finish my story!!!”

Wonwoo was whipped. He knew that right now more than ever. He could not stop giggling at your attempt at an angry face. Seriously, how lucky was he to have you?! At your request, his hand on your back stopped rubbing and instead moved to the back of your head, drawing you closer, if that was even possible.

“Ok, baby. I’ll stop” he said lowly and softly before leaving a kiss on your forehead and tucking you on his chest, sending flutters all over your stomach. In these few seconds of silence and closeness, you felt Wonwoo’s warmth comfortably enveloping you. His heartbeat very steadily thumping against where your head rested on his chest. Okay, maybe you are sleepy.

“So was Jinhee’s project approved by the board?” Wonwoo inquired, fully intent in giving you his undivided attention

“Hmmm” you hummed contently, nuzzling yourself deeper to your boyfriend, eyes closing shut “goodnight, Woo”

A soft chuckle bubbled again within him, amused at how quickly your breathing had steadied and your body had relaxed, completely surrendering to a deep slumber in his arms. Wonwoo kissed the top of your head, a smile settling on his lips as his eyes fluttered close too.

“I love you too”

author’s note: pls know that this is the exact face I imagine Wonwoo making when he’s giggling at y/n and just all around adoring them. Ugh. Get me a Wonwoo 😩

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weoris · 21 days

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HONEY & COTTON

제이크 headcannon + drabble — soft boyfriend jake! 𐙚 𓈒 ݁ requested soft hours gn!reader , idol au , live-in-boyfriend , established relationship cw. sweat mint-choco popcorn.. skinship kissing playful nicknames coffee six hundred words clickhere!

sim jaeyun as your boyfriend

no matter the time or situation, you’re always on his mind. when he’s feeling down, he reminds himself of your encouraging words and trust in him. when he’s at practice, his members have to deal with his whining about not being able to see you. when he even catches sight of a mere picture of you, it’s like the outside world drowns out — and his whole world becomes you.

Jake whined for the hundredth time in the past 2 hours, making Jay already roll his eyes before he spoke. “Mm~ I miss Y/n..” Jake pouts, resting his head on Jay’s shoulder. “I know you miss Y/n.. we all know you miss Y/n.. but you’re so damn sweaty and clingy- god help me!” Jay replies, pushing his friend’s head off his shoulder.

The latter huffs and pouts even more. “Punk.. Y/n wouldn’t complain about my sweat.” He crosses his arms. “We all are sweating! It’s not even that bad..” Heeseung raises an eyebrow at Jake’s words. He takes a whiff of his wet shirt and gives them both a stubborn look. “Yeah.. ok.. whatever..”

love-deprived jake can be such a clingy mess. when you walk into a room, it’s like his eyes light up. he loves the way your eyes immediately search for him in any room he’s present, which doesn’t last long since he immediately tackles you in a hug.

now that you two live together, he wonders how he could’ve ever lived with 6 other guys when he could’ve been living in paradise with you. there’s not a lot of time spent together because of hectic schedules, but it just makes those moments more special.

“Mmm.. where did you go..” Jake mumbled into your shoulder as he hugged you from behind. his hair and mind still messy and sleepy as he pressed a few gentle pecks against your shoulder like second-nature. “Honey..” you chuckled and brushed his hair with your fingers as your other hand stirred your coffee. “You just woke up..” you hummed at him.

eyes still closed, he gave you another cute smile as he snuggled closer to your back. “I know~ that’s the point.. I can’t sleep without my love..” he giggled as he nuzzled his head into your neck, making you chuckle from the tickling sensation.

and believe me, he’s the biggest drama queen when it comes to his friends. using you like a shield is basically a part of the ‘boyfriend jake kit’, and all of his friends can tell. but he was clever, he knew you were a simp for him and couldn’t say no to whatever he asked for.

As sunghoon continues cursing out Jake, the latter smiles teasingly. “How could you let me lose?? I was this close to winning, you brat!” sunghoon says angrily, rolling his eyes. “Ahh! Y/n, help! Hoon is yelling at me!” Jake playfully teases, holding your arm in front of him as protection while he playfully grins at sunghoon, making you laugh and ruffle his hair.

“Guys.. I can’t buy every one of you different types of popcorn. And no, Sunoo, I’m not making a new type of artisan mint-chocolate popcorn either.” You huff, sighing after all the guys had complained about needing to share the popcorn you had bought from the grocery store. They pouted and muttered apologies. “Hmph.. yea guys, don’t be so selfish.” Jake says in a petty voice, when he himself was the one who strongly insisted on getting his own batch of snacks. You sighed again, but with a smile this time.. you couldn’t help it.. your boyfriend was too adorable..

but something about him, you really could not help it.. he was sweet like honey and as soft as cotton..

XiNYi 的 🔖 i know it’s over-said, but he’s such a golden retriever, it’s so crazy TT i think he’s just naturally the cutest boy on earth. seeing him act so cute with hee makes me crazy literally !!

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dreamerinthemoonlight · 4 months

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Good Morning, Beautiful (Zhongli, Ayato, Tartaglia, Xiao)

I think this is one of my favorite hcs from my previous blog and it's a lovely song. I really recommend it

Summary: Mornings with Zhongli, Ayato, Tartaglia, and Xiao

Cw: Fluff

Title from “Good Morning, Beautiful by Brad Paisley”

Zhongli x gn!reader, Ayato x gn!reader, Tartaglia x gn!reader, Xiao x gn!reader

Zhongli

Zhongli is all about the early start

He loves watching the sun rise, listening to the birds start to wake, soon followed by the busy people of the city

When you came into his life, this didn’t change

If you’re a morning person too, he’s happy to wake up with you

but if you’re not, he’s not terribly upset either

He finds a certain amount of happiness watching your sleeping face. Before he leaves the room he brushes a hand over your cheek, smiling when you try to chase it’s warmth

when you wake he has breakfast cooking. It’s always traditional and impeccably made. I really don’t think Zhongli would tolerate subpar work out of himself

Sometimes you wish you could wake up with him, but really it’s a wonderful start to the day

Ayato

Does this guy ever manage to wake up with you?

He’s busy and is up early. He has to be and you don’t begrudge him that. before he leaves he always leaves a beautifully written letter on the pillow next to you, wishing you a good day and saying he’ll see you later. It’s really sweet and you appreciate the thought behind it

Every now and then, however, he has a day off.

You both live for those days.

On those days he still wakes up early, but he stays in bed. He’ll run gentle fingers through your hair, or just hold you close, reveling in the sound of your slow breathing

On those days you wake up and see him face first thing and it really starts the day off right

When you two are both up he has servants make breakfast (you put your foot down about him cooking, lol, even though I’m sure he’d try if it were for you) and then the day starts in earnest

Tartaglia

He loooves lazy wake up days. And so do you.

Both of you love the slow drifting awake, reveling in each other’s warmth

He’s also very fond of being handsy in a none “please wake up let’s do it way”. Though, those days do exist.

But your skin is soft and so is your hair and he loves having a moment of the day where he’s not Childe, the 11th fatui harbinger. He loves watching your eyes flutter awake and seeing your soft, sleepy smile when you see him.

Really, he lives for those moments

Once you’re both up and have peeled yourself out of bed, you share breakfast duty. Breakfast includes a lot of laughing and some morning chatter. He’s definitely someone who would shamelessly ask if you dreamt of him, to which you respond with a light smack to his shoulder

Xiao

Last, but never least, is our favorite Yaksha

Honestly, the issue here is that he doesn’t sleep

That being said, you’d never have a more diligent guardian. He’s not creepy about it, but he spends most of the night watching you. It’s a rare pleasure, seeing the peace on your face, the way you cuddle close without knowing it any time he wraps his arms around you

He’s not used to things that make him happy or content. For a long time, I don’t think those words were in his vocabulary. But with you, he starts to see the appeal. And that’s never more true now

It makes him happy to see you slowly stir awake, completely comfortable around him. He doesn’t quite understand it, but your sleepy smile stirs something within him.

He doesn’t sleep, but he’s ok with that.

As for breakfast, it’s nothing lovey dovey. He prefers to get up and go, once you’re awake and have finished rubbing your eyes

But you’re ok with that. After all, the Vigilant Yaksha stays with you throughout the night and is the first thing you see in the morning

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hisaame · 7 months

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OK kinda a specific request but like- could you do a Scara x fem!reader or gn!reader where he’s like overworking himself due to his studies(probably bc of his mommy issues sjsjks) and reader is like comforting and convincing him to go to sleep w her/them since it was late? Modern au ofc. And basically Scaramouche is being all stingy about it like “no I’m fine” and stuff but eventually goes to bed because of readers sweet words haha

Of m y god this ones adorablw i love soft scara THANK UU!!

╰⪼ “fine, for you." ♡

╰ — scaramoucheˊˊ」

╎『modern au!ˎˎ

[fluff] — 『warnings: workaholic scara, soft scara again (i swear these arent real warnings), cursing, scara mommy issues, readers pronouns arent used, but feminine body type』

It has already been a long week for you and Scaramouche, school was a pain in the ass, as well was studying. You would usually be studying at the schools library with friends, or mainly with your boyfriend, Scaramouche. But even with you being done with everything, he continued studying, alone.

It was late at night, around one in the morning, you had just finished some chores since you didn't have much to do, and you weren't tired then. But now you were, all the chores you did worn you out. You thought your lover jad already gone to sleep or is possibly waiting for you, but once you entered your twos' bedroom with a tired yawn, you saw Scaramouche still at the desk, focused.

'he's still studying?..' you thought to yourself, slowly walking over to your lover who seemed too focused to even notice your there. But with a gentle pat on his shoulder, he flinched slightly, then turned to look at you with tired eyes. "[yn]? Why aren't you in bed?" he asked, rubbing his eyes as his other hand still held a pen between his slender fingers.

"Shouldn't i be asking you the same thing?" you replied with a raised eyebrow, looking at Scaramouches own eyes that seemed to already have eyebags under them, his eyelids drooping as he forced himself to stay awake. "shit," he mumbled "you go, ill join you later. I have to finish this shit." with a groan, he turned back to studying, his eyes trying to soak in every word he reads from the book, and writing the more important things down.

You sighed, a bit frustrated now. "Scaramouche, please, finish it tomorrow, you look like you're barely awake." you pat his head, running your fingers through his dark indigo locks. You just loved him too much to let him overwork himself like this, he needs to be getting enough sleep. "Cant you fucking see i cant? This is important, alright? Do you think i wanna fucking do this either?" he groaned, frustrated with how long he's studied, and barely able to focus with his sleepiness. But seeing how he was a bit too mean to you, he mumbled "... Shit, im sorry. Love, please just go to bed, im fine."

he rubbed his eyes yet again as you replied "not without you. If im going to sleep right now, ill make sure you're right beside me.", you crossed your arms below your chest, glaring at your boyfriend. Why must you be so persistent? He cant even get his studies done with you like this. "I told you im fine, plus ill be in bed soon anyway." he put his hand on your hip, still reading over the words he's trying to memorize. His hand caressed your hip, then went around your thighs to pull you close. "There will be no later, come on." you groaned, too worried about your overworked lover.

"mmh, so soft..." the male mumbled, pressing his head against your stomach, to where he could reach since he was sitting down and you were standing up. He used your stomach as a head rest while reading. His hand still caressed your plush thighs. "Yeah? U can hug me all you want when we're in bed." you smirked, seeing how this was actually working. He narrowed his eyes, very tempted. After all, he could just finish this tomorrow, right? No big deal? Tomorrow he promises himself to study with you.

"fucking fine... Lets go. You better keep your word." he finally gave up, standing up lazily as the both of you walked to bed. He quite literally threw himself on the bed while you followed by doing it the.. safer way. He groaned as soon as he stretched his back, cramped from being in the same position. Now he gets his reward. You.

He lazily wrapped his arms around you, nuzzling his face into your neck, all while you held him in your arms. You did scold him a little for overworking himself, to which he only giggled and said "oops".

And he fell asleep almost immediately...

♡

#genshin scaramouche #scaramouche x you #scaramouche x reader #scaramouche fluff #scaramouche #scara x reader #genshin #genshin impact #soft scara best scara

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littlebumblebeesstuff · 4 months

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Baby Steps

Prompt: First time regressing with Rosalie and Emmet.

Notes: GN!Reader. Mentions of pull-ups. Fluff and Angst

Rosalie and Emmet would be the first to admit that they were desperate for a child. Despite knowing that it wasn’t possible, they still yearned for a baby.

During an attempt to curve this need, they stumbled upon age regression.

Suddenly, it felt like all their problems could be solved.

An adult human, who would regress to being little… if all went well the couple could turn their little and keep them forever!

And that is where you came into their lives.

It had taken years for them to find you, as they were confined to Forks. But when you came over as a transfer student, Edward was able to identify you easily; your worries about slipping and regressing on your first day practically screaming over the others thoughts.

Rosalie worked hard to gain your trust as a friend, and then as a lover to her and Emmet. They were never sexual with you, not that you cared.

They spent time with you, helped you with your studies. Emmet loved to do things for you- in an attempt to get you to slip with them. He would say things like, “ahh-ah, let me get that for you baby. You are much too small” or “You sure you don’t want to snuggle up for a nap? You have been working so hard and your little eyes must be so tired”.

Rosalie was just as bad. Cupping your cheeks to pepper kisses over your face, buying water bottles with the pop up straws for you to drink from - they were so similar to your sippy cups. She would spoil you with cute outfits and loved to dress you up so you could show Emmett.

The rest of the Cullens didn’t seem to care about what Rosalie and Emmet were doing. Alice had whispered assurances to the couple when they felt like things weren’t going to plan. Jasper actually didn’t mind spending time with you, but only really did it when you were working on your maths work. Carlisle and Esme always doted on you, and welcomed you with open arms.

In fact, it was Carlisle who introduced Rosalie and Emmett into the world of being a Caregiver to an age regressor.

It took 4 months into the relationship for you to slip with Rosalie and Emmett, and it was completely accidental.

The others had gone off to visit their friends up North, leaving Rosalie and Emmett with an empty house for the week.

You went over on the Friday, with plans to stay the whole week. On Saturday morning, you woke up between Rosalie and Emmett. You were in your fluffy pyjamas, a must have to keep you warm because they were cold.

There was a little nagging voice at the back of your head as you nuzzled into Emmetts chest, whining softly as you woke up.

Immediately, strong arms wrapped around you, pulling you close and a nose presses into your hair.

“Morning little bubba, you sleep ok?” Emmetts rumbling voice quickly soothed that nagging voice and you let out a little babble in response.

Usually you woke up quickly, turning to lie on your chest so you could see both of them- so this automatically caught their attention and the two vampires shared an excited look.

“Is our little darling still sleepy?” Rosalie asked softly, pressing herself to your back as she tucks some loose strands of hair behind your ear.

You just hum softly, struggling to wake up. You often regressed between the ages of 3-6, but sometimes you could be as little as 1, where all you wanted was to be held.

Still being so sleepy, you missed the conversation happening over your head.

“Rose, I think we should put our little one in a pull up. I’m not sure how old they are feeling”

Emmett muttered, holding you close as Rosalie nodded in agreement.

“I know our little one is usually no younger than 3 when we watch them at nights- but I think they are feeling very little today”

Rosalie pressed a kiss to the top of your head.

“Go make a bottle, I will get them changed”

Rosalie and Emmett share a quick kiss before Rosalie takes you in her arms and steps into the normally locked side room that they had turned into a nursery for this exact moment.

You whine a little and babble softly as Rosalie carries you through, setting you down on the changing mat.

She hums softly, keeping you calm and settled as she starts to undress you. The pyjama trousers come off easily but there is a bit of wiggle needed to get the top off.

Before long Rosalie pulls a pull-up over your legs and smoothes the band as it settles in place, making sure it fits properly. After that, she takes out a Winnie the Pooh onesie, with the feet and hands covered so that you don’t accidentally scratch yourself.

“Such a good little baby, hmm? Let’s get some warm milk to fill that little tummy. Then you can cuddle with us all day”

Rosalie gets a blanket and wraps it around you, making sure to swaddle you tightly. Once you are swaddled and cozy, Rosalie takes you into her arms again, rubbing a hand over your back as she carries you downstairs.

Emmett is waiting with a bright smile, bottle in his hand as he waits for Rosalie to come down with you.

“Look at you! A cozy little bubba”. Emmet smiles as he takes a seat and takes you from Rosalie’s arms and wrapped an arm around your blanketed body, leaning you into him as he brought the bottle of warm milk to your lips.

The warm milk filling your belly brought your mind into focus, and your breathing steadied with each sip.

Everything seemed to come crashing down.

Seeing your reflection in the mirror opposite the sofa with the Winnie the Pooh onesie on, the bottle that was in your mouth and the paci that is secured with a clip to your onesie. The feel of the pull-up….

You panicked.

Tears streamed down your cheeks as you turn your head away from Emmett as he tried to feed you.

Before you could even take a breath to let out a cry, Emmett had you in his arms, standing up as he rocks you while shushing you.

“It’s ok bubba, daddy is right here. It’s all ok, I got you”

Usually his voice soothed you effortlessly, but now it just wound you up more. Hearing Emmett call himself ‘daddy’ had that nagging voice screaming in your head again.

They were going to hate you! They probably thought that you were weird!

“Baby? Little one, it’s ok. It’s ok. Me and Emmett understand that you are feeling little.”

Rosalie’s sweet voice fills your ears as she brushes away your tears with her thumbs.

“Me and Em are caregivers, darling. No need to be all upset, we aren’t going anywhere.”

With each word you start to calm down a little bit, understanding that they don’t think that you are weird.

“We have been wondering when you would mention it love bug, but waking up with you feeling oh so little was the best.” Emmett says with a smile, kissing your cheek.

“You seemed very little this morning baby, so we just wanted you to feel safe and comfortable. We’re sorry if-“

“Em, our little one isn’t big enough for a complicated discussion like that.” Rosalie chided gently.

“Let’s wash your pretty little face, and then we can make another bottle and put a movie on, how does that sound darling?”

You blink at Rosalie, trying to figure out how to say what you were feeling, but she was right. You were too little to express that. Instead, you nod your head, tucking it back under Emmetts chin as he chuckles and rubs your back soothingly.

Emmett takes you to their bathroom and gently washes your face with a washcloth, making funny faces in an attempt to get you to laugh.

Only after you had spent a minute or so giggling did he take you back down stairs where Rosalie had your new bottle of warm milk.

They sat on the large sofa, Rosalie tucked into Emmetts side as his arm slung around her shoulder, his gaze fixed on you as Rosalie gave you your bottle, smiling again you as you drank it.

Before long your tummy was full of warm milk and your eyes felt heavy. You were now sucking on the nub of the empty bottle and Rosalie pulled it away and replaced it with your paci- soothing you before you could even whine.

You fell asleep like that, in Rosalie’s arms. Curled up and softly sucking on your paci, all the big emotions from earlier leaving you exhausted in the arms of your mama and daddy.

Rosalie and Emmett finally felt complete. They finally had their little one, and God help anyone who tries to hurt you.

#agere little #little!reader #littlereader #rosalie cullen #emmett cullen #cg!emmett #cg!rosalie #sfw smolspace #sfw regression #sfw little post #sfw little community #sfw agere

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sillysnack · 11 months

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nothing a date can’t fix

— saiki kusuo x reader (gn, 2nd pov)

— summary: Something’s bothering you, Saiki knows that. He doesn’t know the specifics, and neither do you want to indulge him in your problems. Is a spontaneous café date going to help?

— notes: ok this is originally for my self insert 😆 #crazy and this is insanely self-indulgent....!! not beta read! none of my works are

— things: ooc saiki kusuo me thinks... fluff? semi-established relationship

“Saiki.”

At this point in your relationship, you had suspicions of Saiki having powers. You didn’t push it, though. Saiki must’ve kept it secret for a reason.

For that, his appreciation for you grows a little more every day he spends with you. He’ll tell you once you two label the relationship.

After you mentioned his name, Saiki turns to you. His expression was unreadable as ever. Yours, however, was clear as day. You were upset about... something.

“Do you... want to go stop by Café Mami? I know we’re supposed to just head straight home today and you probably aren’t in the mood to go out right now, but–”

Before you could ramble any further, Saiki replies, “Of course.” ... Your thoughts and words were going at the same speed and shared the same nervous tone, Saiki needed to press pause on at least one of them. He’s glad both stopped.

You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding in. “Thanks. I’ll buy you coffee jelly.”

A smile makes its way to Saiki’s face. Even if it was only for a short time, your heart swelled with joy at the sight.

The walk towards Café Mami was silent. Usually, Saiki wouldn’t mind the silence. Hell, he even liked the comfortable silence that accompanied you both in your walks home, but something felt off.

“Is something bothering you?”

You look at Saiki. “Mm? No. I’m fine.”

... Saiki didn’t need his telepathy to pick up on the fact that you weren’t fine. The fact you were suspicious of his powers wasn’t helping, either. Saiki would be lying if he said it didn’t bother him, hearing and seeing you upset yet unable to help you.

“Stop thinking about it.” Was what Saiki heard as he peered into your thoughts. As well as, “Just need to spend time with Saiki, and it’ll all be fine. No need to talk about it.”

What was the it that seemed to bother you so much? Saiki hopes you’ll tell him once you two are at Café Mami.

...

“Saiki, Y/N! Welcome! What can I get for you two?”

You smile at Mera. “Two coffee jellies, thanks. Ah, make it three.” Mera nods as she takes note of your order.

“Three?”

You turn to Saiki before answering, “One for me, two for you.”

“Thank you, you’re godsent. Are you okay?”

You bite your inner cheek, unsure how to answer Saiki. You found no use in lying to him. He’s probably hearing your thoughts at the moment.

You’re right, I am.

You shake your head.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

You shake your head again.

You watch as Saiki takes out a small ring from his pocket and slips it on.

“You wear rings?”

“Sometimes.”

You look at the ring around Saiki’s finger. It was a nice silver with blue in the middle, you couldn’t tell what gem it was, but you thought it looked nice on Saiki.

Of course, you were unaware of the main purpose of the ring; to block out Saiki’s telepathy. You didn’t want to talk about your problems, but that doesn’t stop you from thinking about it. Saiki wears the ring so he doesn’t unknowingly pry into your private life.

It’s silent between you two again, but Saiki can feel the previous cloud of discomfort that loomed over you vanishing. He exhales.

You yawn. “Do you mind if I... lean on your shoulder a little bit?”

Saiki shakes his head. He didn’t mind the action; it wasn’t necessarily a display of affection. You were sleepy and Saiki isn’t just going to let you rest your head on the table, that surface is for dessert only. He isn’t going to let you strain your neck in some uncomfortable position that other people seemed to put themselves in just to catch up on sleep.

There weren’t a lot of familiar faces in Café Mami as well. Even if someone from PK were to show up, he could easily wake you up.

Lastly, Saiki likes the peaceful look on your face when you nap on his shoulder.

“Thanks, Kusuo.” You rest your head on his shoulder and look up at him. “Wake me up when the coffee jelly’s here?”

Saiki nods. He’s considering taking off the ring once he’s sure he can’t read your thoughts, but that would mean hearing the thoughts of others around you two.

With the ring on, it’s silent. Peaceful. Saiki can focus his attention better to you without the unwanted thoughts he’s constantly hearing.

Perhaps I’ll wear it for a few more minutes.

Saiki looks at you and smiles. He doesn’t know (yet) what’s bothering you, but, he knows he’ll help you in any way he can. If the help you want right now is to spend time with him in a café, then be it.

Saiki fiddles with the ring on his finger. He thinks, I hope you’ll be okay soon.

A few minutes pass and from a distance, Saiki sees Mera approaching their booth with three servings of coffee jelly, his eyes light up at the sight.

Saiki gently shrugs his shoulder, waking you up.

“Coffee jelly’s here.”

You two watch as Mera places the coffee jelly in front of you; more on Saiki waiting excitedly while you’re... excited because he’s excited.

“Order’s complete! Enjoy, you two.”

You nod. “Thanks, Mera.” You slide the two cups of coffee jelly to Saiki.

“Where’s my spoon?”

You grin. “In my hand. Say “ahh”!”

Saiki frowns. “I am not going to be spoonfed. Never in a million years.”

You laugh and dip the spoon in one of Saiki’s coffee jellies. “Of course you aren’t. Here,” you slide the coffee jelly closer to Saiki. “At least let me take a photo of you?”

Good grief. “Fine.”

You take out your phone and point it towards Saiki.

“Do I pose?”

You answer him, “Do whatever you want. It’s not like I’m posting these. I’ll probably just make it my wallpaper.”

Saiki rolls his eyes. He takes a spoonful of coffee jelly and smiles, the exact moment you were hoping to capture– which you successfully do.

Saiki didn’t need to take off his ring to tell that you were feeling much, much better by then.

#i feel crazy #saiki x reader #saiki k x reader #AYOKO NA #saiki kusuo x reader

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wooahaes · 5 months

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where the heart is

pairing: non-idol!mark x gn!reader

genre: fluff. established relationship au.

word count: 0.7k~

warnings: yearning. silly sweet bf mark. reader is written to be a foreigner, but its left vague where they're from.

daisy's notes: maybe one day ill know enough to write abt the other members but he is just so <3 to me ok

The familiarity of your family’s house should have been all you needed to chase away your homesickness. So… Why were you still feeling like this?

A few days ago, your parents had picked you up from the airport, and you’d slept in your room for the first time in almost a year. This time you’d come alone, since Mark had been unable to take off work (you’d fight his boss one day for denying the request he put in months ago—him ‘needing’ Mark to work was bullshit when they had plenty of time to plan around his absence). Hopefully next time, you’d have Mark asleep next to you while you planned for something else to show him about your home. Yet the entire time you’d been home, you couldn’t shake this feeling from your chest. You were home with your family, and yet some part of you felt this awful yearning to go home again. At first, you had chalked it up to you knowing that you’d leave again…

But it clicked after a while. You had yearned to see your family and the house you grew up in, that had been true, but now you were yearning for your home. So you decided to pick up your phone and try to remedy that, even by a little.

Mark had picked up, half-asleep when he answered. You weren’t sure if he was just napping or actually sleeping with his current work schedule, but you’d apologize for that later. All you needed was to see that sleepy face squinting at the phone, his hair messy as hell as he slowly recognized your face.

“Hi, baby,” his sleep-riddled voice had croaked out. “Everything good?”

That feeling dissipated a little. “It’s better now,” you said, sitting down on your bed. “Sorry I woke you up.”

“Nah, nah,” he mumbled, “I’m good. I’m awake. I’m—” He stifled a yawn for a moment. “I’m awake, I swear. Everything good at home?”

“Yeah, yeah… Everything’s fine.”

Mark sat up, suddenly looking a bit more awake than before. “You can tell me,” he said. “I’m awake now, I swear—”

With a sigh, you flopped back onto your bed. “Just… I dunno. I’m here, and I thought that would get rid of the homesickness, and it mostly does, but…”

“But?”

How were you supposed to say it without getting embarrassed…? “I… miss my home still.”

“But you’re—” Mark stopped short, the realization dawned on him. “Aw… Babe…”

“Don’t say it.”

“I’m your home?” He was smiling hard, and you buried your face in your free hand. “No, no, it’s cute! Don’t get embarrassed! It’s cute, I swear!”

“It’s just weird to hear it out loud.”

He chuckled warmly. “Well,” he shifted, running a hand through his hair. “You’re my home, too.”

You whined, “Mark…”

“I mean it! It always feels like home when you’re around.” His eyes were twinkling when he looked at you, and you started to wish he was there with you all over again. “It’s like… I dunno. I go out with my bros and stuff, but it’s not the same, y’know? You’re not here to remind me to stop ordering so much takeout and stuff.”

It earned a snort from you. “Because you’re not the best cook, Mark.”

“Right! But, like, I can manage… probably. I’m gonna get better. Once you get back, you can teach me all those cool recipes again and I’ll keep practicing.”

You let out a blissful sigh at the idea. Sure, not all of your cooking lessons landed well, but you still loved spending the time with Mark. “We can try again, yeah,” you smiled, not quite so focused on him anymore. That hollow feeling in your chest had disappeared. “Mark?”

“Mhm?”

“I miss you.”

He smiled again, eyes twinkling. “Oh, yeah?”

“Don’t be a dork about it,” you giggled. “I just wanted to say it.”

“Well, I miss you, too.” He ran another hand through his hair, only making it messier. “Bring me back something cool, alright? Other than you.”

It earned a snort-y laugh from you. “Mark. Baby. I’m not cool.”

“No, no, you’re like… the coolest person I know, easily.”

You rolled your eyes. “And you’re my favorite dork, you dork.”

“Your dork.”

It made you smile again. “Yeah,” you sighed blissfully. “My dork.”

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wally-darling-hyperfixation · 1 year

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Are You Ok? Kid Wally x Psychologist GN Reader

Art is by clown. I finally found the little kids. If you ever feel this way please seek help and emotionally decompress. Don’t cause yourself more worries and make sure you try to love yourself. Always try. Enjoy!! Also Please do not be afraid to comment. i would love to know what yall think. And if you want to request something go ahead. Thanks!!!

Wally holds his mothers hand frightened. His mother has been worrying about him and how he is acting lately. She never sees him eat anymore. He always seems to be awake , having bags under his eyes, he always seems to be staring at the wall. He even has a look where he had sleepy eyes or stares long. He won’t share with her. So she brought him to (y/n) , a child psychologist who help kids in their daily life’s and to help parents understand what’s going on with them. Wally sees the big door and grips his mothers hand tight. “Mom, did I do something wrong? Why we somewhere scary? I’m sorry I’ll try to be better, don’t leave me please,” he was crying beside his mother . She bends down, “Wally sweetie. You did nothing wrong. This person just wants to help is all, alright.” Wally nods and they head into the office waiting.

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You look at the time and it is time for your next appointment after sending off a little one with a toy and a promise to work more next time. You walked out of your office and say the patients name , “Wally Darling?” The mother says here and bends down to Wally , “ Wally , hunny. This nice person is going to have a conversation with you. Just try to be honest, alright?” Wally nods sniffling and walks into the room not fully trusting us. He sits on couch in front you his little legs swaying as he holds his blanket close. You look at him, “hello sweetie. I’m (y/n) and I’m here to help you. Is there anything you would like to tell .” Wally shakes his head no holding his blanket tighter. You rub your chin and go to the toy chest and pull out a plush apple. Wally’s eyes seemed to brighten when he saw it but didn’t say anything. You saw and smile bringing it to him. “Here Wally. Why don’t you have this and calm down first. Then you can tell me what’s going on,” you tell the little one giving the plush and waiting for him to calm. He hugs the plush tight to him enjoying the firm yet soft feeling of it. (Apple plush is at end. I looked it up because most times in an unfamiliar environment. Kids need something to touch or fidget with to calm down)

Wally takes a deep breathe and starts talking . He says how he eats with his eyes. How he hears his walks talking to him. He looks so nervous staring constantly hugging the apple plush. He tells people are unnerved by how he never blinks. How is mom is worried he not eating cause she never sees him eat. About how people are scared by him looking at them. He cries hugging his plush. He is just a little kid. He doesn’t know what’s going on. You walk over and sit in front of him on your knees holding his little hand. “ I don’t find you scary Wally. Your just amazingly unique and that’s ok. Some kids find it better to draw out how they feel and I think a creative outlet would really help bring that sweet smile back. Your mom told me you have a lovely smile and I hope I can see it next time. Why don’t you keep the plush and,” you get an art kit out and give it to him , “show me what you draw next time. Because I would love if you visit me again,” you say and smile. Wally gives a small smile and nods. You send him to the waiting room with his mom waiting for him and you talk to her. You tell her that you believe Wally may have a form of autism though you aren’t sure what yet. Which means more appointments to figure out and help. He was busy drawing while you adults talk. You tell Mrs. Darling that he just needs time and to express himself. But other than that he seems alright and you would love to help him progress more. Mrs. Darling nods and sets up scheduled appointments then tells Wally it’s time to go. He frowns but nods and says “ Bye (y/n) I hope to talk again.” He gives a cute smile. You aww and say “Of course sweetie, I will see you next time.” And wave them off thinking about what you should work on next with the little Wally.

^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ Thank y’all for reading this. You actually are the one who got Wally into drawing btw. Not canon but it’s cute that because Wally got help as a kid , it inspired him to keep drawing. I hope you like this. I have always hoped that one day I can do this for kids. And if you do have mental health problems. Please make sure to be able to talk about it. Do not keep it bottled in. It may get worse. Thank you!!!

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depressopax · 3 months

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La casa de papel NSFW alphabet

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

»» Part 2 || Part 3 || Part 4 ««

Pairing: Nairobi - Berlin - Denver - Tokyo - Professor - Alicia x gn!reader Genre: Smut, headcanons Warning(s): Sexual content, gender neutral reader Words: 900 Summary: What is aftercare like with the LCDP characters? English is not my main language, if I make any spelling mistakes please let me know so I can improve my writing! <3

Nairobi

I’ve said it before, and will say it again. AFTERCARE QUEEN <3

Very sweet and caring.

She sometimes tends to get a bit carried away when she has sex with you, so aftercare is something she prioritizes.

She’ll make sure you’re ok, praise you and make sure to tell you how well you did for her.

Her favorite aftercare is either cuddling or running a hot bath for you (and her)

She makes sure to clean you up and fix the bed

When fixing a bath - she makes sure to light some candles, dim the lights in the room and have the perfect temperature for your sore muscles.

She likes massaging your shoulders whilst whispering praise to you

Afterwards, she’ll bring you to bed again, making sure you’re comfortable and feel loved.

She likes having you sleeping naked in her arms, while she strokes your back and strokes your hair.

Crying shaking throwing up I NEED NAIROBI IN MY LIFE 😭

Berlin

Berlin may have two moods when having sex: - Slow and loving - Fast and hard

However, his aftercare is always the same.

As we know, Berlin is like a totally different person when he’s in love.

You realize so by how sweet he is with you during intimate times.

Whether he’s submissive or dominant in bed (he can do both 😽), he wants you to feel loved afterwards.

But he does enjoy being a tease too lmao

He’ll tell you how good you were, how much he enjoyed it and how amazing you look etc

…But Berlin also likes teasing you for your reactions, how “needy” you were, or simply brag about how amazing he is

Being an asshole aside…

After being reassured you’re ok, he helps you clean up

Gives you something to drink and offers you a bath or shower (he won’t let you do it alone tho)

Berlin worships you and your body, sexually or not. He just adores you.

But honestly? He is pretty lazy after sex.

He prefers to cuddle you whilst whispering praise to you

Sex makes him sleepy lmao

Besides, his favorite thing to do is have deep conversations with his lover, and have you resting on him naked.

He falls asleep pretty quick, and does so whilst spooning you.

Denver

I’m sorry, Denver simps - but this man is NOT good at aftercare.

He’s clueless AF after sex.

Of course he makes sure you’re ok and will kiss you, but more than that? No.

You’ll have to ask him for aftercare, and do so quickly before he falls asleep on you lmao 😭

But if you ask him, he’ll of course be more than happy to obey.

You’re a treasure to him, and he worships you and your body.

He’ll do his best, with praise, cuddles and offering to get you some water etc

But when it comes to aftercare FOR HIM?

He loves it.

Mans a switch, but I feel like he prefers being under you and receiving love and attention.

If you’re rough with him, he is needy afterwards and wants full attention.

Even though he’s not good at aftercare, he won't let you go to sleep without making you feel loved.

He falls asleep first, but does so while whispering “I love you”

Tokyo

Just like Denver, Tokyo tends to forget about aftercare lol

Unless she loves you deeply, she skips it.

…But she loves you, so she tries giving you good aftercare.

She brings you to the bathroom and helps you fix up a warm shower or bath, whichever you prefer.

She often ends up joining you, or takes the opportunity to fix a drink for the two of you.

Cuddling with Tokyo is almost as passionate as sex is.

She makes sure you feel like a royal when she cuddles and she praises you.

Telling you how well you did, how hot you are…

She either falls asleep fast, or stays up watching you sleep whilst slowly caressing you, thinking about how lucky she is to have you.

Professor

Homeboy is an overthinker 😭 (he’s so me)

“Was it good for you, too?”“Are you ok?”“I did make you cum, right?”“Did it hurt?”

You’ll need to reassure him everythings ok

He is very good at aftercare.

Sergio probably has read a lot about sex, to learn how to be the perfect lover lmao

And he is very attentive to your reactions etc

This way, he figures out what you like in bed, and what you enjoy for aftercare.

His personal favorite is massages.

He is very good at giving massages, and enjoys your reactions to them.

He makes sure to take the tension from your sore muscles and does so carefully - taking any discomfort or stress away.

He is not the guy to fall asleep afterwards, he wants to see you fall asleep first, so he can feel protective of you before he falls asleep as well.

Alicia

Call me down bad, but…

Alicia is a DOMME.

Usually rough with you when having sex

She sometimes tend to not be affectionate afterwards, or be a bit too arrogant/teasing

She cares about you, but sometimes simply forgets to take care of you after she’s done fucking.

You’ll probably have to remind her to give you aftercare

But when you do, she’s affectionate.

She’s very rewarding, especially after you’ve been good for her in bed.

Alicia spoils you with kisses, praise and makes sure to clean you up.

Fixes you a bath, shower, massage…Whatever you need.

Let’s be honest - you’ll probably be sore AF after she’s done with you, so she needs to take her time with you and make sure you’re ok.

If she’s stressed of frustrated from work, she definitely forgets aftercare

But otherwise, she drops the domme act and is very sweet with you.

She adores you and wants to show her love and tenderness.

Also... THE GIF?? I'M SCREAMING

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motheyes · 11 months

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had a piece of left over pizza it wasn’t good

#mmmnnhuuuhhhhhhhh #ok i need to sleepy now i’m so tired #tomorrow i’m gunna do a few things. and hang out #ok gn <3

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bomber-grl · 4 months

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A Night To Remember

Pairing(s): Felix Escellun x Gn!Reader (referred to as mc)

Yes I did name it after Laufeys & beabadoobees song | Also I’m aware this is painfully similar to the last chapter but I couldn’t find any better event in the timeline to apply this scenario

It wasn’t a particularly good night, I mean so much chaos had happened.

Not only did Felix not have the ability to do magic anymore, but his father just made it worse.

Luckily he wasn’t as bad but his presence was still insufferable to both you and Felix. Not to mention the obvious disgust Felix would paint on his face whenever he’d see his father, mostly because of how close he was to killing you.

You opened the door to his room with a creak, studying everything you could became a nightly routine. You could tell how exhausted Felix was, especially since it’s barely been 2 days since the events had conspired.

“Hey” you sat down next to Felix, who was slumped down on the ground with his head hung in between his knees.

He grumbled but ultimately lifted his head and let out a sigh,” what is it?”

“Why don’t we stop for today? “ he immediately jolted “-and before you can protest, I’m tired and I’d rather have you there with me..ok?” You knew he’d most likely reject the idea of giving up if you weren’t the reason.

You could tell he was thinking of a smart retort before his shoulders slumped and he just nodded in defeat.

You couldn’t help the smile that spread across your face and you hugged Felix in gratitude to his compliance.

-

You and Felix ended up settled in bed, and although this was initially your idea… it was admittedly kinda awkward since you weren’t exactly sleepy anymore.

Felix’s sudden outburst of laughter brought you out of your thoughts. “What? What are you laughing at?” You said almost pouting.

“No, nothing at all but the fact that you brought me here without any other thought to what we’d do next, it’s almost like… you wanted me for something.” You could sense Felix’s flirty teasing from a mile away and you honestly couldn’t help but indulge.

“Annnnd what if I did? What then?” You leaned in and as fast as Felix’s bold side slept out, it seemed to disappear.

A blush instantly took its spot across his face and now it was your turn to laugh. Despite this fun moment, things returned back to that awkward silence that you hated so much.

And as did that expression on Felix’s face, the expression that told you everything you needed to know. You instantly reached and cradled Felix’s head into your arms. You felt his entire body tense but eventually fill with ease.

“I know it’s difficult for you now that you got stripped of your magic” he let out a laugh and something you only managed to hear because of your close proximity, “yes, I’ve noticed.”

It wasn’t rare for Felix to retort with passive aggressive comments nowadays but it didn’t stop you from feeling just a little bit hurt.

You leaned away from Felix so that you could see his face. Obvious regret on his face and eventually he just sighed and looked at you face on.

“I-I’m sorry, I know Im being difficult even if I don’t mean to” his eyebrows furrowed and he looked anywhere but you.

“im… being a brat” he pauses and almost lets out a bitter laugh “I’d understand if you left with zero interest in me anymore.”

This genuinely shocked you “Felix..” your face obviously portraying how you felt you decided to just give Felix the biggest hug ever, at that he let out a surprised whimper.

His arms reached toward your back and returned the hug, but as soon as you hugged him you put distance to look straight at him.

“Felix, I never will get tired of you, or leave, or just go anywhere else. I mean you practically had one of the things that makes up your identity ripped from you- I…I love you too much to let you go…”

You refused to look at him, I mean you just directly professed your love for him! You could clearly see the shock and flush in Felix’s face in your peripheral vision.

“Mc…” before he buried his head in your chest you could distinctly see his bottom lip wobble, even if just a little.

He hugged you in a way that you couldn’t see his face, just so his lips would hover over your ear.

…

“I love you too”

it was a whisper if anything, and you could hear the wobble in it but you loved it all the same.

It came from Felix after all

You began laughing in giddiness and pulled away to attack Felix’s face with seemingly endless kisses.

“M-mc! What are you doing-mnph-“ you abruptly kissed him on his lips and whether if it was to shut him up or to show him you loved him, he’d never know.

You completely dominated the kiss and when you separated, initially to your dismay, Felix then wrapped his hands around your neck and pulled you down. He kissed your nose, cheek, and forehead and lastly your lips.

His cheeks were ablaze but that didn’t stop his boldness

“I’m glad to have you as my partner, mc” he was obviously beyond coherent and his face was hot to the touch but he was still so sweet.

“Me too Felix, even more so than you” you said without thinking. Felix snorted and in usual fashion retorted “well…. I love you most”.

The rest of the night was spent with you tickling, spilling secrets and just lazily kissing. In the end though, you fell asleep with Felix in your arms and he slept as happily and secure more than he ever has.

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Sorta rushed, pls forgive 😔

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definitelynotstable · 8 months

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Camomile pt. 1 [Ghost x gn!Reader]

pt. 1, pt. 2, pt. 3, pt. 4, pt. 5, pt. 6, pt. 7, pt. 8, pt. 9, pt. 10

AN: Babes!!!!! I didn’t even take my ritalin today where is this coming from?!?!?!?!? Also new Hozier album like hellooo????

Synopsis: You've run out of tea, the only other person who drinks camomile is Lieutenant Ghost ... Word count: 633 Warnings: none. Ghost x gn!Reader: not explicitly romantic but fluffy.

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The mission had gone well, no one had been injured, the intel was sound - overall a job well done. Whenever things worked out it left you restless. It was the job, you supposed; to always expect the worst.

It was late. It was late and you were wandering down the hallway, phone torch on are you blearily stumbled into the kitchen. You shut the door carefully behind you, it clicked, sounding far to loud in the silent room.

In a daze you managed to fill the kettle, flicking it on as you rustled around on your shelf. Met with an empty tin you sighed. You had forgotten to buy more tea.

Surely your teammates wouldn’t mind if you borrowed a single bag? Scanning the shelves you spotted a small tin labelled “camomile” in scratchy handwriting. Ghost’s shelf.

The man was sure intimidating but he wouldn’t mind …right? God it was late. It was Ghost’s camomile of nothing.

Sending out a prayer you snagged a bag from the tin.

*✧·ﾟ: *✧·ﾟ:

Mere moments later you sat hunched over, a mug of steaming camomile warm between your hands. This was exactly what you needed.

“Couldn’t sleep?’ A low voice came from the doorway.

You jumped, tea dripping over the edge of the mug and onto the table. You hadn’t even heard him come in. A hand pulled the mug out of your grasp and suddenly a cloth was wiping the table in front of you.

The man had ditched his hard-shell mask and wore a plain black balaclava. Blond hair poked out from under it, he looked like he had pulled it on haphazardly in a sleepy haze. It wasn’t often you saw your lieutenant caught so of guard.

“Shit, thanks.”

Ghost shook his head, gently pushing the mug back into your hands and wringing the cloth into the sink. “My fault, don’t worry about it.” He filled the jug up, flicking it on before turning around to lean his hip against the counter, arms crossed. “Need another?” He asked jutting his chin towards your tea.

You flushed red. You were not taking another of this mans tea bags. “No, thanks though. I was almost finished anyway.”

The lieutenant nodded in reply, busying himself with his own drink. You watched nervously as he reached for his shelf, he paused for a moment, tilting his head to the side. He grabbed a teabag before righting the tin, you had left it at an off angle.

Christ this man was thorough.

“Nicking my tea, Sergeant?”

You freeze. “I’m sorry sir I ran out and everyone else just had coffee-“

“Relax,” he placed his mug on the table across from you, sliding into the chair. His eyes crinkled and flashed in the dim kitchen lighting, “I stole some of yours last week - we’re even.”

“I - you what?”

Ghost stretched out where he sat, shifting his chair to the right so he could have his long legs out in front of him, ankles crossed.

“I used one of your teabags last week,” the man repeated, one arm crossed against his chest as he blew gently before taking a sip from his mug.

“Oh.”

“Hope that’s ok,” he raised an eyebrow, looking over the rim of his mug.

Shaking yourself out of your stupor you smile hesitantly. “Of course. Anytime LT.”

You can’t tell for sure, but it seems like he smiles back.

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Next Part:

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aldryrththerainbowheart · 8 months

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Aromatherapy

Warnings: little nsfw, please thread with caution

Lifeweaver x GN reader

Note: Welp, there it is! My first drabble starring our favorite Overwatch Support. I got this idea when helping @cerezzzita finding her own ideas for a smut fic. Her encouragement for me to write this is honestly the main reason you're reading this.

Happy reading 💕

He watched you from his spot on the bed. Skin flushed from the shower and a few droplets of water still clinging to your hair. Even completely exhausted and cranky, you were still beautiful to him, and when he extended his hand towards you, you circled the bed with a small smile and walked between his knees as his hands held yours.

„Gods, you look awful darling. When was the last time you properly rested?“

Niran rubbed his thumbs over your knuckles, playing with your hands as his eyes ran over your sleepy countenance. Your eyes were bloodshot and barely opened, your shoulders hunched over as if bearing an invisible weight.

You chuckled, swaying a little to relax your sore feet. „I think the only proper rest I get is when I’m dead.“

„Ah, but there are ways to gain euphoria even in the world of living.“ He gives his most charming smile.

„Is there?“ You let him wrap his arms around your middle and pull you with him on the bed. You let out a silent oof as you fall into the freshly changed pillows and soft blankets. How wonderful it would be if you could fall asleep, but for that to happen every muscle in your body should not ache. Niran carefully turned you on your stomach. He could do whatever he wanted as far as you were concerned. You were too exhausted to fight him anyway.

Instead, you buried your nose in the pillow, scenting a familiar aroma of lavender. Ever since Niran started to live with you he brought a sense of comfort and relaxation to your place that you’ve never known you needed. He sprinkled the pillows with lavender pillow spray. Your eyes squinted into the soft warm light of scented candles of his choosing – mostly jasmine and cedar. And, of course, being given the exclusive privilege of partaking with him in his evening self-care routine. He turned your bedroom into an oasis of peace and serenity.

As you were dozing off on your shared bed, Niran looked through his bedside table through the assortment of bottles when he finally pulled out a sleep bottle from brown glass and translucent liquid swishing inside.

„Hng? What’re you doing?“ you slurred a little from your position on the bed.

„There’s no need to worry. I am only giving you a massage. You looked so stiff since you came home. Let me take care of you.“

Right. Only massage. You tried to ignore the shiver that ran through you as your robe slipped past your shoulders and settled at your hips. You heard the swish of the essential oil in the bottle, then pop of the lid and then felt coldness pool at your lower back. You gave an instinctive flich.

„Sorry, love. Should’ve warned you it’s a little cold.“ He cooed at you while he rested his warm hands at your back, spreading the liquid over the expanse of your back.

„Ish ok…“ you slurred into the sheets, already feeling yourself melting into his touch. With expert movements, Niran woked out small knots and tints in your back. His thumbs circling your spine, his palms smoothing out along your ribs. All the while you whined and groaned into your pillow. When he firmly ran his hands from your shoulders to your necky ou let out a full blown moan.

„Right there?“

„Hmm-mmm a little lower“ You let out a blissful sigh as Niran’s hands dig into your back, applying pressure to the stiffest parts of your muscles and undoing the stress that had gone into your body. You groan indelight when he digs his fingers in between you shoulder blades.

„That was quite the knot.“ Niran chuckles, drawing back his hands as he pours some more massage oil into his hands.

" Alright, please relax your back a little more,”

You hum in response and try to relax your body a bit more. You let out a sigh as you feel his slippery hands rub at your sore muscles. Whenever he found a stiff spot, he pressed his palms into it firmly until the tension dissolved away. You hear yourself let out hums of contentment as Niran’s slick hands slide down your lower back, thumbs rubbing along your spine.

“Your hips are also quite stiff.”

“Hnn!” Your eyes snap open when his warm hands squeeze your hips, electricity shooting through your body up and down. It didn’t matter how long you’ve been together, intimate touches like these always made you flustered.

Niran chose to ignore that sound and kept on rubbing your hips. You twist your head back to look at him. His own robe slid open, revealing a sliver of his tawny sculpted chest, his plump lips were pursed in concentration, and damn if he didn’t look good enough to eat. Your thoughts on relaxation went straight out of the window.

“Does this feel good?”

“Ah…yes.”Niran hums, giving your hips a gentle squeeze before trailing his hands further down until they’re rested on the plush of your thighs and you shudder, your voice hitching in your throat. He only peers at you once to observe your reaction to his touch, and continues massaging your thighs, kneading them and rolling the muscle under his skilled hands.

You bite back the appreciative keen bubbling out of your throat.He smiles at the sight of you squirming under him. You groan softly some more as his finger slide closer to your crotch, so deliciously close but still too far away for your liking. You buck up your hips, hoping that’ll be enough to communicate your need to him.

Niran leans closer, blowing warm air on the shell of your ear with every word spoken.

“My, my, looks like I’ve finally got you to relax. Why, you’re practically blooming in my hands.”

You let out another choked groan and try to lift off the bed, pressing your bare back to his chest. The only answer is a dark chuckle, as his hands slide higher to the place you need him most.You moan his name desperately.

“Shh, my love. Just lay back and let me take care of you. I promise that by the end of the night, you’ll be thoroughly relaxed.”

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spaghettiddy · 2 years

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For tonight and everything

♡ Eddie Munson x reader ♡

Summary: Eddie needs your help to wash his precious hair after a tumultuos night out.

C/W: fluff, hurt/comfort, Eddie feels a little insecure and needs reassurance, alcohl, tipsiness, gn!reader.

A/N: I wasn’t expecting this to be sad but I did listen to I bet on losing dogs by Mitski on repeat writing it. Enjoy :)

Eddie hasn't drunk to the point of needing to be physically supported, but he does need supervision, so you follow him from a few steps behind as he shuffles down the suburban streets after leaving Steve's house. You watch with a tired smile as he makes grabby hands to a cat and proceeds to flip it off beacuse, understandably, it ran away from him.

Robin really shouldn't have tried to climb on top of that table while holding her beer. Clumsy as she is, she lost her balance when Blondie came on and spilled half of the can on Eddie. Who of course was an accomplice, cheering her on and offering his head as a support for Robin's climb.

Now half of his curls are smushed and dripping beer and at least two of the layers of his signature metal attire are damp and smell of booze.

As soon as the trailer door closes behind you Eddie goes for his bed, planning to fall asleep as soon as his head misses the pillow and hits anything soft. But you stop him before he can get to his room grabbing him by the shoulders and redirecting him to the bathroom.

"No no no. You have to at least wash your hair and get into something more comfortable and less wet before we get in bed," you explain, once again following him from behind with your hands still on his shoulders.

He groans reluctant and turns around. You can really see the tipsiness in his big eyes turning into tiredness.

"Ok. But you do it," he says weakly poking your chest with his index.

"What? Wash your hair?" His hair is a sacred thing. He has his routine and products and permission is needed to touch them so this is a surprise to you.

"Yeah. 'm too tired." He was already kicking off his shoes and taking off his shirt.

"Oh... okay. But it's going to be just shampoo and conditioner. You can do your usual stuff in the morning."

He kneels next to the green bathtub and adjust himself so that his his dark hair falls inside of it, it's so lo g the tips brush the bottom. He answers giving a thumbs up and waits for you to turn the water on.

You grab the shower head and adjust the water temperature then start washing Eddie's hair.

The curls get heavier like his eyelids and looser like his shoulders. Despite the uncomfortable position, thanks to your sweet touches sleepiness is really getting to him.

You can hear his little moans and grunts over the water, even a little "Yes, right there" as you massage the shampoo onto his scalp. White suds cover his head and the sweet smell of green apple fills the air of the small bathroom of the same color.

By the time your spreading the conditioner on his lengths you think he has fallen asleep if it wasn't for the warm hand rubbing up and down your leg.

Once you're done Eddie doesn't even open his eyes while you wrap a towel around his head, still lost in the blissful state he fell in with you taking care of him. Mutual touches and familiar scents grounding him at the end of an eventful night.

When he finally opens them he sees your tired expression and suddenly feels guilty. You're back and legs must be sore from bending over him and you can't hold back a yawn as you stand to tidy up.

Mixed feelings of adoration and guilt wash over him. He reaches for your leg and nudges you to move closer to him, still sat on the cold tiles. When you're close enough he rests his forehead on your thigh.

"That tired huh?" you ask. "Come on Eddie, get up. You're getting my pants wet"

"I'm sorry," he mutters in your leg.

"It's nothing just-'

When he finally looks up at you through his eyelashes his expression worries you.

"I'm sorry," he repeats. "I'm sorry for your pants and for tonight and everything -his tone gets louder and more frustrated - I'm sorry for alway stinking up the room and your clothes with my cigarettes, for the loud music, the stupid hobbies. Im sorry for people looking at you weird when we hold hands and I'm sorry you have to be here in this stupid bathroom with an idiot covered in beer and-and..."

"Oh no no Eddie, don't say that. Where is all this sadness coming from?" You're the one sounding distressed now.

He cranes his head up, just then realizing how tight he was olding onto you. An unconscious attempt to keeping you close or bracw himself during the unexpected ramble. He's already regretting what he said, already sorry again.

"Hey, hey. Look at me." You lower yourself to be next to him and take his face in your hands. He feels so solid under your touch: light skin, familiar little scars, the opposite of how he's feeling.

His eyes don't lose yours for a second from the moment they open, anxiously waiting as if you could have something horrible to tell him in response.

"Eddie," you begin in a soft voice, "you know you have nothing to be sorry for." You take a deep breath.

"It's nothing. My pants, the music, the smoke, the beer, nothing. And Eddie, those people looking. I don't care, I can't or I would do half the things I really want to do. I want to hold your hand. I want to wash your hair because you had a bit too much fun with our friends - a chuckle escapes you as you recall the image of everyone laughing and having a deserved night of fun and you can feel some of the tension leaving him, probably thinking of the same thing - and I want to be here."

"You do?"

"Yes. Here. In this stupid bathroom."

"But why?" He scoffs and you have to shake his sarcastic smile by holding his cheeks with more conviction.

"Because you're here Eddie"

He doesn't even really know what to say. He feels like even "I love you" is nothing compared to what you're trying to tell him. That you just want to be where he his, despite the smoke, the hobbies, despite the beer, stupid people. Despite everything, you want to be on the cold bathroom floor with his forehead pressed against yours and his hair dripping on you, with water this time.

So he doesn't say anything for once. He takes your hands in his and smiles, no sarcasm, no smugness.

Seeing him feeling better you kiss him on the cheek where your hand was and get up.

You reach your hands out to him to help him up and once he's up he pulls you in a tight hug and showers you in the warmest and softest kisses. Eddie’s best version of a “thank you”

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