#btw chilli is like gone for a bit

[saltyverse]

never rlly seen crane as a huge fan of creature features. like they like those sorts of movies their just not their favorite, rn? especially those that are just brute force and destruction. more of a psychological horror guy (psychologist and what not). he likes analyzing horror movies more so on motives and why they would invoke fear (he cant Feel fear himself, so he analyses why they would be scary to Other people).

it does have movie nights with ed tho! ed is the more theatric and dramatic one, so he judges movies more so on how good the story is. they mainly just have movie nights to talk about things during the movies. unless its a movie crane likes in which they will Force ed to shut the hell up

(crane tries to watch movies with kirk and jervis, but kirk isnt a big horror guy and jervis is. the worlds biggest wuss)

[bamfkeeper]

Winter Coat.

RQ: 'Saw your requests were open and I've gone through like 99% of your works so I just HAD to toss in a request (which, absolutely take your time on btw, I completely understand the burnout that can happen at the drop of a dime). I'm so impatient when it comes to weather and seasons that I desperately need it to be chilly autumn already. I'm sure you seen it but that one post about Kurt getting fluffier during autumn/winter got my gears turning. What do you think his reaction would be to a GN reader warming their hands in his fur? (Bonus prompt if reader can somehow get past all that lovely fur and touch his skin with freezing fingers ∩ω∩)' - @casualeylee

Pairing: Kurt Wagner x GN!reader // Warnings: Slightly suggestive themes

A/N: I love the idea of him growing longer fur so I enjoyed this a lot. Quick little drabble for the upcoming cool months! I have a few requests for his fur, which was sweet to see, I adore him fuzzy. I hope you enjoy <3 WC: 1.3k

"Mein Gott, your hands are freezing, liebling," Kurt remarked with concern, his gaze settling on your hand as it awkwardly intertwined with his own. You sighed contentedly, leaning closer to him for warmth as the two of you strolled leisurely around the dying garden of the mansion. The once vibrant blooms were now succumbing to the colder weather, which was taking its toll on the plants. Yet, despite the garden's current state, you found yourself looking forward to the cold months ahead and the festive holidays they would bring.

"I know, I'm sorry," you admitted sheepishly, glancing up at him with a hint of regret. "I should've worn the mittens you told me to put on before we left..." You pouted slightly, chastising yourself for being so stubborn earlier. Kurt chuckled softly at your demeanor, his little smirk spreading warmth through you and making you shiver, though not from the cold. His amusement was infectious, and you couldn't help but smile back.

Kurt's tail gently ran under your shirt and wrapped around your waist, holding you even closer as you walked together through the chilly evening air. You couldn't help but notice how his tail felt slightly more fuzzy than usual, prompting your free hand to naturally reach out and stroke the soft fur. "Are you getting fuzzier?" you questioned with curiosity, suddenly eying his face and observing that his jaw seemed to have longer fur too, as if preparing for the colder months ahead.

"Ja, I get a thicker coat when it gets cold...you complain about my fuzz now, just wait until I have a full-on winter coat and I am shedding all over your favorite sweaters!" he laughed softly, his eyes twinkling with amusement at the thought of you dealing with a living room filled with his fur. The idea of him shedding more fur made you smile, envisioning the playful challenge it might bring. Even if it meant a bit of extra cleaning during the winter season.

"Your hand still feels cold, liebe," Kurt observed with concern, his eyes filled with the usual warmth as he looked down at you. Gently, he pulled you closer to him, wrapping his arms around you protectively. "I think our walk is done...you are going to freeze out here if we stay any longer," he stated with a hint of urgency in his voice. Not wanting you to endure the cold any further, he effortlessly teleported you both inside the expansive mansion, determined to stop your shivering.

Now, you found yourself comfortably seated on the plush couch in your shared bedroom. The luxurious room was spacious, adorned with elegant furnishings, and boasted a charming small fireplace that crackled softly. Only the older X-Men were privileged enough to have a room this nice, making you feel incredibly lucky, especially when you were currently shaking off the cold. As you sat in front of the gently flickering fire, its warmth slowly seeping into your chilled bones, you couldn't help but feel a deep sense of happiness.

Kurt teleported back into the room with a soft purple haze enveloping him, his tail flicked away any remaining cloud as he walked over to you. He gently sat down beside you on the couch, causing the blanket that was draped around your shoulders to slip slightly as he made himself comfortable. He placed a steaming cup of hot chocolate on the small table beside the couch, its warmth and aroma inviting. “I made it just how you like.” Kurt noted and left it to cool off for a minute. You gave him a soft smile at the gesture, he always knew what to do to make you feel loved. He always went above what he needed to do, and that was one of the things you loved about him.

Kurt leaned back and went to wrap his arm around you, intending on pulling you closer to him to offer extra warmth to you before he paused. "Oh," he remarked thoughtfully, humming to himself and leaning back a bit to look at you, "Skin on fur might help..." With a slight shuffle, he began to remove his top, revealing his abdomen and chest. As he did so, you noticed that his skin had also grown more fuzzy.

You swallowed hard, feeling a mix of curiosity and admiration as you couldn't help yourself from eying his chest and abdomen. He stood before you, his attractive physique lean and toned, each muscle defined under the light from the fireplace. The fur that covered his body looked incredibly soft, inviting, you needed to have your hands on him. It was impossible to ignore the magnetic pull you felt towards his body at that moment. “Ah…you are growing a lot more already,” you rasped, your voice barely above a whisper, laced with an undertone of need. With a sense of awe and hesitancy, you reached out, your fingers trembling slightly as they made contact with his warm skin. Slowly, you let your hand trail up, starting from his belly button and moving upwards to his chest.

You swallowed nervously, feeling the firm and defined muscles beneath his soft fur, and as you did, you began to have some difficulty controlling your thoughts, which started to wander in unexpected directions. Kurt laid his hand gently over yours as you felt the warmth of his chest, his intense yellow eyes fixed on you with a playful grin. “Naughty…I know what you’re thinking. You always get this look in your eye…sinner,” he said with a teasing tone, his voice low and playful. His words and the cheeky way he spoke made your face heat up even more, feeling more flustered since you were practically feeling him up.

"Shut up...your fur is really warm on my hands...that's all." You muttered embarrassingly, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks, your hands continuing to slowly rub his chest and feel the fur there. It was so incredibly soft, the longer bits curled around your skin, inviting your nosy fingertips to dig even farther into his fur, seeking more warmth and comfort in every stroke.

"Enjoying yourself?" He asked with a slight smirk, sitting still as you explored him with that stupid grin, allowing you to continue your gentle exploration. He opened his mouth for another teasing comment, but his breath hitched quickly as your freezing fingers unexpectedly found their way to his skin. "Ach...- Liebling..." he murmured, his voice tinged with a mix of surprise and endearment.

"What? Did I find something?" you asked with a mischievous grin, your turn to be cheeky now. You intentionally let your fingers wander over his skin, which was so incredibly, so wonderfully warm. With a playful determination, you weaseled your hands against his skin, feeling the contrast of your cool touch against his heat. Snuggling even closer to him, you couldn't help but smile as Kurt laughed and squirmed a little from the unexpected cold sensation of your fingers dancing across his body.

"The things I let you do to me..." he huffed, though there was a fondness in his voice, as he held you even closer to him. His arms and tail wrapped securely around your body, pulling you into a protective and affectionate embrace. While he often teases you relentlessly, it's always in good fun, because at the end of the day, he truly loves you. He is more than willing to suffer through the icy touch of your fingertips against his warm, sensitive, ticklish skin, as long as it brings a smile to your face and you enjoy every moment of it.

"Ach! Liebe!" he exclaimed, jerking up slightly in surprise as you playfully moved your fingertips to the sensitive sides of his ribcage. His reaction was both amusing and endearing, and you couldn't help but giggle at how it caught him off guard.

He looked down with a soft, affectionate smile, acknowledging your mischievousness with a twinkle in his eyes. "Cheeky thing..."

Thanks for reading.

*BAMF*

Dividers by @/adornedwithlight

Cover image: Nick Robles art credit, other images Pinterest.

[caramel-maive-chiato]

Another request from me for vander

Just a cute night at the bar (they are married) all the custemers are gone and reader is cleaning up while humming to music. Like I already said in my other request if you could write it a bit longer and fluffy I would love that

Love ya 🙌

Night in the bar - Vander

summary: Working everyday in a bar down in Zaun is exhausting, but your husband, that absolutely loves your voice, makes every night worth it by being your supporter.

masterlist

✦ pairing: fem!reader, wife!reader

✦ genre: fluff / comfort

✦ warnings: not really any warning, but there is a little shade on silco haha (no profread btw)

✦ author's note: Hope you like this! I really tried my best on adding details to make it longer and show that comfy, cute vibes! I am working on your viktor request too, but I wanna finish the accidental pregnancy part 2 first. Thank you for being gentle on your requests ♡

It was a late chilly night outside of the last drop, smoke curled lazily near the roof of the bar, evidence of all the people that made a stop down in the trenches for a drink.

You whipped your forehead with your forearm, flicking some messy baby hairs out of your face; friday nights were always exhausting, pool tables filled, stools crowded, drinks and cocktails passing hands between your man and you.

Stopping fights and mingling between strangers and negotiations to prevent blood spills was every day's piece of bread you won for the kids.

And even if this paid better, sometimes you missed the adrenaline of driving the minecarts down in the shaft next to your brother Silco and his best friend, Vander.

As the last client waved goodbye, stumbling off to the door, you grabbed a tray and started filling it with empty glass cups, dry foam around the edges of the used beer glasses, and melted ice inside of rocks cups.

As you lay them on the counter and started emptying the leftover alcohol and water into a bucket, your eyes caught a small twinkle, a forgotten penny. You lifted it and walked to the wall, your hand shifted to the jukebox and the coin went in.

You pressed the same number you always did, the rugged tag staring back at you;  Number 14 - "Our Love"

You started swaying lightly to the music, grabbing the always moist mop you always kept behind the counter to clean spilled drinks, it was more than once that you fell flat on your butt from whiskey puddles on the tiles.

As you started cleaning the dirt and alcohol-filled sticky floor, you started humming to the melody, and then humming became singing.

You always wanted to become a singer; you were the annoying nurse at the mines who always kept a guitar near her when the nights hit, and the group that exited the shaft made a bonfire to cook some sausages and canned spam as dinner.

But everybody in Zaun knew the trenches were the closest thing a person could have to an already written destiny, and your dreams stayed as that, dreams.

You thought you were alone, as your man, Vander, had gone to the back to give the kids goodnight and powder a nice round of scolding for flipping off a pair of enforcers with Ekko.

That is how you always worked, as you weren’t much fond of cops; you two called it the good bartender and the bad bartender; you were the consoling, sensitive mother, and he was the serious, scary dad.

Even tho you could be really scared when angry, you weren’t as collected as he was, so maybe you could slip hurtful words out of your mouth accidentally.

As your singing started getting steadier and steadier, following the melody with your voice and your hips, you got startled by a deep, raspy voice.

"I haven’t heard that in years, honey" he claimed as he lighted a match against the rough wood of the counter "On the bonfires"

"I guess I hadn’t been in the mood for singing in a while" You gently caressed the scar on your arm, courtesy of the enforcers on the bridge

He gently walked to stand behind you, putting his giant arm around your middle, smoke slightly escaping his nose as he inhaled from his pipe.

"Keep singing my love" as he started swaying you slightly, his warmth swallowing the chill you felt from the still parted door.

And you obeyed, you keept humming the melody of the song, your song. While shifting to face him, caressing his tired face with your thumbs.

Your marriage ring gleaming under the dim lights of the bar, maybe it wasn’t an oficial marriage, but no paperwork could tell you how much you loved this man.

No papers could tell you how much you cared about your kids, no papers were needed to remind you that you chose him instead of your brother.

You started twirling arround the bar with the mop, your singing voice reaching his ears so perfectly that he started doing joke calmed faces, as if he was listening to an orchesta.

You finally locked the front door and he poured two whiskey glasses, handling you one.

"Blisters and bedrock honey"

"Blisters and bedrock Vander"

[thgfanfictionlibrary]

Fall/Harvest/Spooky Masterlist (4)

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 /

Created: October 14th, 2024

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Dark and Stormy-hutchabelle (ao3) Summary: It was a dark and stormy night when Peeta hurried across campus to the library where she waited for him. At least he thought she would wait. He was late. Very, very, very late. Do You Need A Ride Home?-endlessnightlock (ao3) Intro: Peeta ran a hand through his hair, tugging on the roots in frustration as Rye and those jerk-offs his brother called friends lept back in the car and slammed the doors shut behind them. This night had gone from what sounded like fun- a last-minute invitation to a Halloween party at Rye's college to "there's no way this could get any worse" faster than he would've thought possible. Ever Hallow's Eve-JHsgf82 (ao3) Summary: District 12 celebrates Halloween, and Everlark takes the toast babies trick-or-treating. Face Paint-thesweetnessofspring (ao3) Summary: Prim really wants to get her face painted at the school Harvest Festival, and Katniss can't deny her even with the family finances being tight. And the boy doing the face painting has a few surprises for the sisters. THG Trick or Treat 2023. Fallen-hutchabelle (ao3) Summary: Prompt: Katniss taking Peeta to the forest during the fall for the first time to see all of the fall colors. Fall-ing In Love-JHsgf82 (ao3) Summary: For Seasons of Everlark Autumn 2020 edition (Tumblr). Prompt: Fall-ing in love. Picture this on a walk on an Autumn day. Chilly day. The leaves have changed, breathing it in… you notice how a dock is still out in the water. You stand on it breathing in that air… until a dog barks which startles you and you fall in. Boy walking the dog jumps into the semi chilly water to save you. He takes you to his house to warm up….he’s cute, btw. Hope this is something you can work with. Impetuous-endlessnightlock (ao3) Summary: This fic was born from a horror prompt from katnissdoesnotfollowback on Tumblr: I married a monster Katniss, Is That You?-Alliswell (ao3) Summary: Visual and Twist Canon Prompts from Octoberlark 2019 on tumblr. Peeta comes home to check on his wife before Trick or Treaters arrive. Little Red Running Shorts-youarebeingridiculous (ao3) Summary: Katniss Everdeen is forced to go to a fairy tale themed Halloween Party against her will and runs into Peeta's interesting take on the matter. Lost Little Pumpkin-mellowasinyellow (ao3) Summary: Peeta and his son get a bit of a fright in a haunted house. Happy Halloween.

[bbael]

hello !!! hi again !!! I love you !!!! I almost cry looking at those parakeets u sent in another universe i am flying to you right now to help prune your little feathers and bring you the finest millet and berries love u <333

i feel like have been gone from here so long and I probably genuinely have,, I promise I’ve thought of you every day tho and am always reminded of you :’(

& I’m good thank u !!! life has seemed so busy lately, I’ve been dying to message u but I’ve always been on the verge of falling asleep by the point I have a free minute T~T biggest news is that I’ve started a new job tho !! I ADORE it,, everyone there is so so lovely and they give me free coffees and baked goods (lately pumpkin & stilton scones & chilli-chocolate mince pies, yuuuum)

We’ve also had Guy Fawkes recently which is my absolute favourite time of the year. I’ve gone to pretty much every display across like,, three different counties bc i enjoy it so much :’) many warm crackly bonfires, fireworks, mulled cider, and toffee apples :3 although nobody seems to do the whole effigy burning thing anymore which is a shame bc i always though that was pretty metal 💀

anywho !! i hope you had a beautifully haunting spooky season, a sweet Rosh Hashanah last month, and are keeping nice and cool (?) whilst i try to stay cosy :3 hope you have been well and ur house move went amazing and all is good, do let me know ur own updates as i always love hearing about what ur up to 🥺🖤

love u endlessly and I’m always wishing you the very best of all things from the bottom of my heart 🖤🖤🖤🦇

Hiii his claud yessss finally I get to reply to your lovely ask but yeah I miss you terribly so I thought I'd dust this a bit and reach back ahah. I've read it a few times since you sent it & always trying to reply but I never have something as interesting to tell you so it's been a minute!! Nevertheless it makes me so immensely happy you've been having such a good time, and really am hoping you currently are as well.

Two things ☝️ tbh if I were your coworker id also feel inclined to shower you in pastries and cookies constantly and not only bc I love you but bc its just the natural reaction to have to an angel such as yourself hehe. Glad to hear u have been met with grace from others,, which you deserve a lot!! (Also your current(?) workplace sounds yummy ;_;)

And then, I didn't know what or who Guy Fawkes was until your ask and for a hot minute I thought it was some kind of celebrity, but then things didn't add up sjdjfk I had to look it up.... Anyhow, looks like so much fun?? And such a cozy holiday for what it is.. The cider must be especially nice and I agree with you that they should bring back burning things bc it always adds a little something to events doesn't it......

I wonder what are you up to now though!! Feel free to hmu with updates 🥹 <- guy that is begging.

I don't remember if I ever told you about how my move went in the end and all the little things about it but basically it's great and I got a job real quick (with kiddies and annoying people and that I don't really enjoy but it's money..) and I've been adapting nicely even though I miss my province like crazy. I want to go back sooooo badly it's making me feel stupid for moving in the first place. At least I got January completely off hehee..... Probably am going back to bs as for some days in the next couple weeks waa but don't wanna jinx it!!

It's nice though, now it's summer and it's desert-ish and jungle-ish here so it's hot as hell, but during the last few days of winter/early spring I did see snow and frost which is pretty sick as I'd only seen that...once before?

Also thank you so much for the Rosh Hashanah and birthday wishes omg (Im saving your birthday ask btw), tbh I don't remember what I did for either of them......

I'm hoping you're having a rly nice holiday season yourself now and keeping cozy!! I know you enjoy it and wish I was around so we could have some mixed holidays together as both Hanukkah and Xmas fall kind of on the same date haha <33 id give you sufganiyot and you'd share whatever you guys have for Christmas over there? Gingermen bread? Panettone? Ajdjfjr hopefully.

Whatever. Thank you so much for reaching out back and. love you more than I could ever come to express in a silly little reply so that's it. im holding u so tightly psychically, If u feel strangled it's me hugging you 🥰🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤

This is us, again

[poetka]

Day 2 of having a very good day for no reason... should I be scared?

Had a pretty similar workday compared to yesterday, worked on my thesis the whole day (finished polishing the introduction according to the feedback I got and updated some diagrams). Notably my team took a full hour for breakfast which is kinda crazy but okay 🤷‍♀️ (The new oats I bought taste kinda weird btw. I wish I'd gone to a Polish store and bought some good ones or maybe płatki orkiszowe or żytnie.) I went home late anyway because I wanted to finish numbering the references for the intro. Had that ⅔ of a burger and the few fries that were left for lunch plus a tasty albeit not the freshest salad. Also rediscovered that some articles in Polityka have audio recording versions so listened to those while having mindless moments at work.

Right after coming home made a nice Asian fusion (?) soup from leftover veggies. Added ginger, chillies, soy sauce and oyster sauce along with carrots, leek, cabbage, onion, garlic, regular herbs and spices, and when the broth was ready, took out everything and added some peanut butter and leftover coconut milk. Got too hungry to wait so I ate a hummus + radish sandwich. Fried an omelette and also fried the carrots and cabbage from the broth with some soy sauce to add to the soup when serving. Cooked three types of noodles: egg, rice, and wheat. All this while catching up on some chill youtube vlogs/commentary. Then I realised it was already 7pm and I had spent the last 2 hours in the kitchen.

Went upstairs to finish downloading the last few episodes of CQL that had an error before. Realised the last 6 eps downloaded without subs and redownloaded them. The laptop was working really slowly so cleaned it up a bit afterwards.

Had a nice 25 mins of pilates / stretching which made me feel really relaxed - need to this every day forrrreal. Took a shower but decided to skip washing my hair and just hoped for the best when applying dry shampoo.

Anyway the thing is, what I really mean (🎶👩‍🎤) is that I feel a bit guilty about my day going so smoothly when I know my friend who is in a similar situation but worse (barely started the thesis) is having a bad day every day. I don't want to say that I'm doing well so I'm just not mentioning that at all and looking for things that I can complain about too. But then am I making it about myself if they just want a listener? It's a nightmare. But my day was still really good even though the weather was bad today and I can't explain this mood with yesterday's lovely weather. Honestly haven't felt this way in like. I can't even remember when was the last time? And I'm overall in probably the most stressful moment of my life?? I'm kinda scared that flying this high will end up in a bad crash.

[solidaritygaming-fanblog]

So basically. It starts off in the first session as autumn. It's a bit chilly but that's okay. Every week the temperature drops about ten degrees Fahrenheit. By week three/four it's constantly below freezing. Crops don't grow. It's common to go outside and realize all of your livestock has frozen to death. Week five, a massive blizzard starts and it Doesn't Stop. The cold is fun for a short while and then it doesn't let up and just keeps getting worse. People rob each other for firewood and fabric. Everyone wears coats. By the beginning of week six all the rivers have frozen over. Scar builds a toboggan and hauls his goods around on it. Pearl trains her dogs to pull a sled. Martyn kills himself halfway through week eight by jumping off the Big Dog Mountain because he's gone lowkey insane (starvation, loneliness, being pushed away by others). Everyone thinks it was an accident and that he slipped. Almost everyone has a death to freezing. The cold doesn't stop until Scar is the only one left in the world and turns in his task, and when he does, the storm dissipates, the ice slithers off tree branches and roofs, and the decaying bodies of people and animals alike are freed to rot and feed the new growth flowers.

I made this all up a year ago. If you like this you should listen to Blood Upon the Snow by Hozier btw.

have I ever told you guys about my secret life deep freeze au. It's slightly insane but I love it and miss it

[lemonykoo]

what it’s like going to bed with the genshin boys

Includes: Ayato, Childe, Diluc, Gorou, Kazuha, Kaeya, Itto, Thoma, Albedo, Scaramouche, Xiao, Zhongli, Venti, Aether

Genre: Fluff! The reader is gender neutral.

Word Count: 170-250ish words each. Some characters are harder to write than others lmao

Notes: Bullet imagine. Nothing suggestive or scandalous lmao. I just find comfort in sleeping amongst all my pillows sometimes and I can’t imagine how comforting it would be to sleep with a pryo vision holder who owns a winery!!! I decided not to do all the younger boys just because these are considered romantic relationships. I also am unsure of how old Gorou is, but I see him as being a bit older than Xingqui or Bennett. If he’s not though and y’all think it’d be best to remove his part from this, I will do so. Sorry for not posting in forever btw. Hopefully I’ll be able to write more and post more since summer break is here! I got excited to post this lol so I apologize if there’s any mistakes or anything. I hope you guys enjoy!!

Ayato:

I think Ayato, with his prestige role in Inazuma, probably seems like he wouldn’t care much for cuddles at bedtime. He’s just too prim and proper for that.

Top secret information, though, he does! He cares so much for them hehe

He just loves it when you curl up next to him, with your head on his chest and his arm wrapped around you so he can rub comforting circles on your abdomen or play with your hair if he wants.

When you wake up in the morning and it’s a bit chilly inside, he just loves it when you get as close to him as you can.

He normally wakes up earlier than you, so while you continue sleeping, he’ll patiently wait for you to wake up so he can give you all the good morning kisses you deserve.

Honestly, after a long day of dealing with Yashiro Commissioner things, he just can’t wait to hold you all night long. Sometimes when he wakes up, he’s already anticipating for the night to come so he can hold you close and tell you how much he loves you.

Childe:

More often than not, he’s not exactly present at home since he’s doing Fatui things. You’ve gotten accustomed going to bed alone, unfortunately.

That’s why Childe is more inclined to spoon you when he finally comes home.

It’ll be the dead of night when he quietly sneaks his way into your little cottage in Snezhnaya. The bitter cold outside was just starting to nip at him, so all he had on his mind was getting in bed with you.

He’d walk into the bedroom with soft footsteps, having already discarded of his boots at the front door along with the rest of his belongings. You’d be fast asleep, as expected, on your designated side of the bed as you snuggled a pillow beside you. Sometimes Childe wondered if you always slept on your side of the bed, hoping each night for his long-awaited return.

Carefully, Childe would climb in bed beside you and wrap an arm around you to draw you closer to him as gently as he could without disturbing you.

It wouldn’t ever take long for him to fall asleep. Between being exhausted after being away on a mission to being in your soft, comforting presence, it was impossible to not drift off into one the best sleeps he’ll ever have.

Diluc:

Chances of you actually going to bed with Diluc at the same time was pretty much half and half. Sometimes he’d be at home and accompany you to bed. Sometimes he’d had to be at Angel’s Share late and you wouldn’t see him until the morning. And then sometimes, he’d go to bed with you, but you’d wake up late in the night to find him gone on some Darknight Hero mission.

(He’d never forgive the Traveler for starting that nickname.)

Because of this, he’d settle for spooning you since if he had to leave, he could do so without bothering you much and when he came back, it would be easy to resume.

The only downside was that when he left, the extra warmth he seemed to radiate because of his vision would leave too, leaving you to get a little cold whenever he left. Normally, this wouldn’t be enough to wake you up right away.

If you did happen to wake up when Diluc was leaving, though, it was hard for him to not stay. He had such a soft spot for you, if you gave him just one little pouty look, he’d be getting back in bed before you could even ask.

Oh, but his cuddles are always the best. In comparison to you, his stature and build is much larger, so it’s like having a nice, bear hug constantly.

It was always a challenge getting up in the morning since neither one of you wanted to leave the other.

Gorou:

You and Gorou are all over each other at bedtime.

You spoon him, he spoons you, he cradles you, you cradle him – it’s just a tossup, honestly. There’s not preference, as long as you two are with each other and comfortable.

He’s normally tired at the end of the day after doing all his general duties, so it’s not hard for him to just find a spot amongst the blankets and pillows with you and be perfectly content.

If it’s within easy reach, yes, you will brush his tail hehe. He acted super embarrassed about it at first, even though you two are dating. He didn’t view you in the same way as Yae Miko on this sort of thing, but he did feel anxious about you knowing this about him! He was okay with you knowing his secrets, of course, but this!! He was a general, for archon’s sake! He couldn’t let people know he enjoyed his tail being brushed!

Well, except you now. Because you knew exactly how he liked it and it was you!! He loves you!! Please, brush his tail!!

Just… don’t tell anyone… for his sake.

Kazuha:

For starters, if you and Kazuha are on a voyage on the Crux, you both just have to squeeze in somewhere to occupy what little space is available on the ship. There was really no set “position” as long as you two could sleep comfortably in those conditions.

However, whenever the ship was docked and you two were staying in Liyue Harbor for a little bit, you could take up as much room as possible!

You two would definitely take advantage of this opportunity and spread out in the inn’s bed as much as you possibly could.

At least he would. Kazuha would sprawl out like a little starfish, with one arm out to the side while the other would be underneath his head and his legs outstretched. The free arm would be your invitation to cuddle him hehe

You’d fill in the space next to him, either facing him or not since both worked just fine. If you faced him, his free arm would wrap around you to hold you to him while an arm and leg of yours would drape across his body. If you faced away, the free arm would just be a little pillow for you and yes, it would definitely be numb in the morning but that didn’t matter! As long as you were happy hehe

Kaeya:

One thing you didn’t expect from Mondstadt’s heartthrob was how punctual he was to bed. Not that Kaeya had a specific bedtime, but if you were going to bed, he was, too. It was endearing, really. You didn’t have to wait up for him and the nights where he wasn’t at home all night, he’d somehow always return right when you were getting ready for bed. He just knows, ya know.

Most of the time, you lay beside him with your head on his chest and an arm around his torso. Kaeya would rate this a 9 out of 10 for reasons he wouldn’t disclose, but you were sure one point was deducted just because he couldn’t easily give you kisses like that.

However, some nights this wasn’t the case. Sometimes, after having one too many to drink that night, he’d find a comfy spot in the bed beside you, wrap his arms around you and rest his head in the crook of your neck.

He’d place sloppy kisses on your exposed skin, chuckling a little to himself for no reason. You’d chide him for drinking too much to which he’d reply with, “You’re so cute when you lecture me,” before hiccupping. “You’re just the cutest,” he’d slur and a soft sigh exhaled across your skin would signal to you that he was finally asleep and wouldn’t be waking up until late the next day.

Itto:

Not exactly sure why, but Itto insists that you sleep on top of him. Not that you’re complaining. It was rather comfortable.

Since your head would be on his chest, you could hear his heartbeat clearly, which always lulled you to sleep very quickly. His arms would wrap around you in a nice hug.

Yeah, good luck trying to get up or leave. Itto was not letting that happen.

And it’s not like you could leave without waking him up. He was a light sleeper, so the slightest move would cause him to stir. He knows exactly what he’s doing.

Your only fear was if he rolled over, which hasn’t happened yet, but you always have that little thought in your head. At this point, it’s just an irrational fear of yours.

Oh, and whereas this sleeping position of y’all’s might warrant some chuckles, the Arataki gang does not even pretend like they’re amused by this.

Itto will definitely challenge them to an all or nothing onikabuto fight. You’re not sure what the “all or nothing” implies, but you know Itto’s pretty harmless, so you assume it’s nothing bad.

At least… you hope it’s not.

Thoma:

Thoma is always exhausted when it’s time for bed! He’s been doing all sorts of stuff for the Kamisato household and now that there’s a new outlander in town, he’s been dealing with that, too.

So when you two are in bed, he clings to you, wrapping his arms around you and placing his head on your chest. He just wants to take it easy before he has to do it all again tomorrow.

On the days where he’s not exhausted and yearning for your touch after a stressful day, the roles are reversed. But when is this man not running all over Inazuma helping out whoever he can?

(And when he is not yearning for you? Hello, this man is head over heels for you!)

Sometimes you wish he’d just sit still and take a day off, but you know that’s not going to happen. No matter how many times you and the Kamisato siblings tell him it’s okay to slow down, he just can’t. But, you have to admit, when he winds down for the night and is all snuggly and warm, you do love those moments just as much as when he’s not falling asleep as soon as his head hits the pillows.

And when you play his hair!! Yes, please!! Braid it, tie it up, give him silly hair do’s – he loves it!! Literally helps him get to sleep faster.

Albedo:

Albedo rarely went to bed with you. He’d always be up late, taking notes or continuing an experiment he was working on until it was finished or completed enough to his satisfaction.

The times he would go to bed with you, he’d stay up with his nose deep in a book while you laid at his lap, sleeping peacefully.

The times he wouldn’t go to bed with you, though, would be much different, as expected.

He wouldn’t want to wake you up, since he knew sleep was important (to everyone except him, apparently), so he’d settle for just occupying the space beside you. He’d make no move to touch you, afraid the slightest movement would cause you to stir.

He’d fall asleep with his back to you on the opposite side of the bed, only to wake up in the morning with you spooning him.

Or, on other occasions, he’d wake up face to face with you in the center of the bed, hands intertwined between the both of you.

He had no preference, really, but he was starting to think being spooned was one of the best things in life.

Scaramouche:

Would insist on sleeping back-to-back. You expected as much, but you kind of wished Scara would at least make an attempt at physical affection.

But he did! Just in secret hehe.

He’d wait until you fell asleep to roll over and spoon you and after a while, he’d drape an arm over your torso to hold you closer to him.

Sometimes you’d be awake to witness this and would smile to yourself, not understanding why he couldn’t do this when he thought you were awake. You had been together long enough anyways, so it wouldn’t be a surprise for you to see him affectionate.

Unfortunately, it was starting to be a surprise when he was affectionate since it was so rare. Maybe he was just trying to keep you on your toes…

Nevertheless, you’d both fall asleep like that, and sometime during the night, his hand would slip underneath the shirt you wore to rest comfortingly on your stomach.

You can guarantee that this display of affection would be gone in the morning. He always woke up before you, so by the time you stirred, he’d already be up and out of bed, leaving no sign of any cuddles.

Xiao:

Just trying to get Xiao to sleep with you was a battle. You knew as a yaksha he didn’t need to sleep and he wouldn’t, but just trying to convince him to at least pretend was like talking to a wall.

It wasn’t until you told him that it’d help comfort you at night since you were wary of being alone sometimes. He couldn’t just leave you to yourself then, right?

He was definitely super rigid at first. Not only had he no experience with this sort of thing, he felt awkward being in this position. He settled for just sitting beside you and to make him feel better, you let him (though one day you were going to get him to cuddle you!).

He’d be sitting up, his legs outstretched in front of him while you laid beside him with your head in his lap. For the first couple of weeks, his arms were either crossed in front of his chest or out beside him. But he slowly got comfortable with touching you.

He’d gently stroke your hair as you slept or place a comforting hand on your arm.

The only downside to all of this was if and when he had to leave during the night to protect Liyue. He’d try his best to slip out of the bed as quietly as possible, but he could never do it just right and leave you awake and saying quiet goodbyes to him. Those were always the worst.

Zhongli:

Ideally, Zhongli would like to spoon you when bedtime rolled around.

However, most of the time, you’d end up sprawled across his legs or curled up in his lap as he told you endless stories to help you sleep.

Don’t get me wrong, he enjoyed this just as much. Sometimes he wondered, though, if the reason you always fell asleep during these times was because you thought he was boring. This was not true, as you quite enjoyed his stories.

But, since he’d tell you them when you were sleepy and curled up next to him and his deep voice just gave you a wonderful sense of comfort, you couldn’t help but doze off when he’d tell you some little snippet of Liyue’s history.

The position would be similar to that of you and Xiao’s, though, Zhongli would not be uncomfortable with holding you or running his fingers through your hair. That, and you weren’t exactly always confined to his side. Sometimes you’d laid out across his legs, as said before, in between them, or even just sitting up next to him with your head on his shoulder.

It really didn’t matter to Zhongli, though. As long as you were getting a good night’s sleep, he was content.

Venti:

Just lots and lots of cuddles honestly. You and Venti are just very loving toward each other, so bedtime is just full of cuddles.

It can range from spooning to just holding each other, to whatever y’all are feeling at the moment. I feel like y’all would mostly settle for just holding each other tight, face-to-face so you can pepper kisses on each other cheeks when needed hehe.

(According to Venti, they’re always needed.)

Venti is away a lot due to his free spirit, so when he comes home to you, you both want to spend as much time as possible with each other.

So pretty much you’re both just in each other’s arms until he leaves again.

I think like Xiao, though, when the time to leave comes, it’s always heartbreaking since he can’t even leave without you waking up since you’re both so close and tightly embraced. Sorrowful goodbyes are whispered to each other, and small kisses planted all over your face before he departs.

He never wants to leave, but sometimes he has to. But you know he’ll always be back sometime. The constant breeze flowing through your open windows during all hours of the day lets you know as much.

Aether:

Being Aether’s travelling companion has gotten you used to staying in weird inns and small tents pitched in the middle of nowhere. Before spending your time with him, you definitely wouldn’t have been able to live like this, or even if you were alone. Between Aether’s comforting presence and Paimon’s comedic relief, the otherwise uncomfortable trips were made pleasant to you.

Aether knew you were a bit timid when it came to new places. After meeting you during his stay in Mond, he asked you to accompany him on his travels to other places. You were very apprehensive, since you had never left Mondstadt before. But Aether reassured you that nothing bad would happen to you on his watch, and Paimon said she’d beat him up if he did let something bad happen to you. Nonetheless, you were welcomed to his travelling team with open arms!

With you being so nervous in new areas where danger seemed to lurk around every corner, you couldn’t help but always curl up right beside the blonde when nightfall came around. You’d have your head on his chest and an arm holding him to you – not out of force but out of reassurance he was still there and hadn’t left you.

Sometimes Aether opted to sleep on his side, in which case your head would be underneath his chin and your body close to his, each with an arm loosely around each other.

Sometimes, you’d be embarrassed by your display of affection when the morning came, but Aether’s good morning kisses always reassured you that he enjoys every second of your company.

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Sweet Tea (Thomas Hewitt/Pregnant!Reader)

Author's Note: I'm a simp. I'm a whole freaking simp. The only reason why I like the TCM remake and its prequel is because of Thomas. This oneshot idea has been in my head for months. It's a short oneshot and has a little bit of fluff. The reader is a pregnant person so....yeah. This is a pregnancy oneshot. There's not much for me to say. Also this has a lot of family talk about the Hewitt family. I know there's some discourse amongst the horror community on how each character is related. My research is based on the extended lore in the Texas Chainsaw Massacre comic books, not just the remake. Enjoy!

Warnings/tags: fem!reader, pregnancy, mentioned canon typical violence, first person pov (I don’t write first person anymore btw, this oneshot is OLD), occasional use of Y/N (I don’t do this anymore either lol)

I woke up to an unusually cold bed. My eyes were closed tight as I tried to block out the morning light. I pulled the covers closer to me in an attempt to get warm.

A cold front had moved through Texas the night before, and the temperature had dropped significantly. I knew it wouldn't be that cold outside, but it was definitely chilly in the drafty Hewitt household.

I turned around, reaching for Thomas to pull him closer. But instead of feeling his chest like I normally would, I was met with the sensation of cool sheets underneath my hands.

My eyes opened, and to my surprise, Thomas was gone. I sat up and yawned, stretching my arms as I did so. I looked around our room and saw that Thomas' work apron was gone from the spot he normally left it.

I got out of bed and got dressed. Once I was finished, I made my way downstairs. The floorboards of the old house creaked as I made my way down the hallway. There was a faint sound coming from the kitchen, which I decided to follow.

Luda Mae stood at the sink, washing a couple of dishes. Her grey hair was pulled back into a bun, and her glasses were on the very edge of her nose.

Over the years, Luda had become somewhat of a second mother to me. She was ecstatic to welcome me into the family. She never thought that Thomas would ever fall in love with anyone, so it was safe to say she was happy to see him in love. Looking back, I think she was also really excited to have another woman in the family. And now she was even more excited to have a baby soon running around.

Luda only had one biological child, and that was Hoyt. Thomas was like her adoptive son, but he had gained the label of "nephew" by Hoyt. Hoyt was much older than Thomas so he didn't view Thomas as a younger brother. Eventually, everyone just started referring to Tommy as Hoyt's nephew instead.

Luda also didn't have any grandchildren. Neither did her brother Monty. Their sister, Gloria, had a daughter and a grandson of her own though. It wasn't until I came along that she was finally going to get the opportunity to be a grandmother.

I leaned on the doorframe of the kitchen and placed a hand on my stomach.

"Luda, where's Thomas?" I questioned.

She glanced over at me and turned off the water in the sink. She dried her hands on her dress and turned to me.

"Oh, Hoyt needed his help with something. I think we got some trespassers last night. They're probably out looking for them," she said.

"Oh, okay," I said.

She walked over to the counter. On the counter were what appeared to be two small laundry baskets. However, I could tell just by looking at them that the contents of the baskets were not laundry.

I walked over to her and peeked into the baskets. They were filled with neatly placed mason jars. I picked one of the jars up and looked inside. They were filled with jerky. I couldn't tell what the meat was, but I probably didn't want to know anyway.

"Would you like to help me in the meantime?" Luda asked.

"Yes, ma'am," I said, nodding my head.

I placed the mason jar back into the basket.

"Help me carry these down to the shop," she said, gesturing to the baskets.

I nodded and took one of the baskets. I held it on my side with one arm, avoiding my stomach.

Luda and I made our way outside. The air was cooler than usual, but it was a comfortable temperature. It was a nice change to the extreme heat of Fuller, Texas.

It wasn't until my feet touched the cold dirt road that I realized I was barefoot. It didn't bother me, however. I just watched the ground as I walked, avoiding anything that looked potentially sharp.

We talked as we made our way down the long dirt road and onto the paved road. Luda's butcher shop wasn't that far from the house, but it still took a while to get there on foot. After about twenty minutes, we made it to the small butcher shop on the side of the road. We went inside and sat the baskets down behind the glass counters.

"Thank you, dear," Luda said as she began to put the jars of jerky on the shelves of the store.

I joined her, helping her stock the shelves.

"Now, do me another favor and take a couple of these down to Gloria and Henrietta. Then you can head back to the house," Luda said.

She handed me two jars of the jerky and sent me on my way.

Gloria was Luda and Monty's sister. I often referred to her as The Tea Lady. She was a very heavyset woman with short dark hair. She often sported a pair of glasses and a floral dress. She was softspoken and had a fondness for tea. She enjoyed making it and experimenting with new flavors.

Her daughter was Henrietta. She was in her late twenties and didn't resemble her mother at all. The only thing they really had in common appearance-wise is that their hair was short and choppy. Henrietta actually had more in common with her Uncle Monty. She was tall and lanky just like him. She often looked like she didn't eat much. Their house, which was a small trailer, was in between the trail from Luda's butcher shop to our house.

I approached their tiny trailer and walked up the steps. I knocked on the door and it creaked open slowly. Henrietta's sunken eyes looked through the crack, ensuring it was someone she knew before opening the door all the way.

"Hi, (Y/N)," Henrietta said.

"Hey, I brought you and your momma some jerky. Luda Mae made it a few days ago," I said, holding out the two jars.

She opened the door a little bit more and took the jars in her hands.

"Thank you. Wanna come in?" she offered.

I smiled and nodded. I walked in after her and closed the door behind me. Their entire house smelled like an odd combination of tea leaves and cigarette smoke. Normally the smell didn't bother me but because I was eight months pregnant the smell didn't agree with my senses.

"Momma, (Y/N) is here. Look what she brought," Henrietta said, walking into the kitchen.

Her mother sat at the table, reading a book.

"Oh, thank you so much, (Y/N). Be sure to tell Luda I said thank you as well," Gloria said, smiling.

Henrietta sat the jars on their kitchen table and turned back to me.

"Have you guys seen Hoyt or Thomas today? Luda Mae said we might've had trespassers last night," I asked.

"I didn't see them but I heard a chainsaw early this morning," Henrietta said, shrugging.

She walked back over to me and stuck her hand out, feeling my belly.

Just like Luda Mae was excited for me to join the family, so was Henrietta. Ever since I had met her she had become a shy sister-like figure in my life. She was also equally excited for the baby.

"Well if you see any trespassers come this way be sure to slip them some of that," I said, gesturing to a black ceramic jar on the table.

I knew the jar was filled with a special tea that they only ever served to strangers. The tea leaves had been mixed in with arsenic.

"That's momma's specialty," Henrietta joked, taking her hand off of my stomach.

"Speaking of my specialty, feel free to take you a box of tea. It's the least I can do to thank you guys for keeping us so well fed," Gloria said from her spot at the table.

Henrietta went over to the cabinets in the kitchen and pulled out a box of tea. She handed it to me and smiled.

"Thank you. I'll see you guys later," I said, turning to leave.

"Bye!" I heard Henrietta say as I closed the door.

I made my way back out to the dirt road and began walking back to the house. I slowly walked, mainly because I was already tired, but also because I took a bit of time to read the box of tea. I held the box in my hand as I read the back of the box.

A few minutes passed, and I was suddenly pulled out of my thoughts but the sudden sound of screaming.

"Help me!" I heard a girl scream.

My head shot up at the sudden sound. Down the dirt road, I could see a figure in the distance. I squinted my eyes a bit to better see. It was a girl, more than likely a teen, running for dear life.

"Help me please!" she screamed.

I paused and stopped walking. It was just then that the girl saw me from down the road.

"Run! Run the other way! They're coming!" she yelled at me.

The poor girl ran up to me. She was in hysterics, yelling and limping. I looked down at her leg and noticed a large gash in her thigh. She would be lucky if she didn't bleed to death from it.

"Come on! They'll kill you!" she exclaimed, thinking I was also in immediate danger.

The girl grabbed my arm and attempted to pull me with her. I attempted to pull my arm away to no avail.

"Get off of me, Jesus!" I said as I began to grow frustrated.

"You don't understand! They're coming! They'll kill us both!" she pleaded.

She pulled my arm again. This time she reached for my other arm, attempting to drag me by both my arms. In her state of panic, she twisted my arm as she began pulling me down the street. I pulled my arms away from her, and she grabbed them again.

She was so busy trying to save me that she didn't even notice the figure quickly approaching from behind her.

"I said GET OFF!" I yelled, pushing her back.

There was a sudden roar of a chainsaw, and the girl stumbled back, impaling herself on Thomas' chainsaw. Blood splattered across my face and clothes as the chainsaw tore through the girl's abdomen. Her body slumped over and dropped to the ground as Thomas turned the chainsaw off.

"Is that all of them?" I questioned.

He nodded his head and walked closer to me. His hand gently caressed my face. I could tell it was his silent way of asking if I was okay.I brought my hand up to his and patted it.

"I'm fine, Tommy," I said.

I leaned up, kissing him on the cheek. I then brought his hand down and placed it on the top of my belly.

"They're fine, too," I reassured.

He nodded again and sighed in relief.

"Well, then. Let's go home and get cleaned up. Look what I got," I said, holding up the box of tea.

We walked home, and I talked as we approached the house. Thomas sat down in a rocking chair on the front porch, noticeably tired. I made my way inside and upstairs. I took off my clothes as I walked into our bedroom, placing them in a laundry basket. I got redressed and then cleaned my face, washing off the blood in the bathroom sink.

As I made my way downstairs I decided to make some of the tea Gloria had gifted us.

Once I was in the kitchen, I boiled the water and made the tea. We lived in the south, so it was only natural that I made the tea sweet. I grabbed two glasses, filled them with ice, and then poured the tea.

I walked out onto the front porch and handed Thomas a glass.

"Here you go, sweetheart," I said quietly.

He took the glass from my hand gently.

There was no one around but me, so I reached behind his head, unbuckling his leathery skin mask. I leaned forward and gave him a quick kiss. I then took a seat beside him in my own chair.

He took a sip from his drink as we both sat on the porch, rocking back and forth. I reached my hand across the gap between our chairs and rested it on his free hand. He took his hand in mine and held it, not letting go for hours.

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a/n: my working title for this was “human sacrifice but make it sexy”

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contains: afab reader (otherwise gn), bottom reader, top geto, this is all roleplay btw, sensory deprivation, restraints, religious imagery, overstimulation, body worship, begging, rough sex, size kink, established relationship, pls don’t actually have sex in church

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The cathedral was so quiet at night. The only lighting inside was cast by chandeliers that hung beneath the arches, casting a dim golden glow. 

It was so chilly. The cold feeling was amplified by how you wore only a silky black robe, tied at the waist. On your left, a similarly dressed man lead you slowly down the aisle by your hand, between the empty pews. You glanced up at him, taking in his long hair. His strong jaw. His intense eyes looking straight ahead.

While still keeping his gaze forward, he said, “You’re staring.” His deep voice echoed against the walls.

“I like the view,” you said simply, not averting your eyes.

He hummed in contemplation. “The moon does look beautiful tonight,” he teased. The corner of his mouth twitched upwards.

You lightly jab your elbow onto his side. “You know that’s not what I meant.”

Suguru abruptly stopped walking. You turned your gaze forward again. The reason you had stopped is because you reached your destination for tonight.

On the platform before you stood a large stone altar, cut from white marble. The front of it was adorned with intricate carvings, framed in gold. The semicircular crevice behind it was filled with white pillar candles atop golden candlesticks.

Bringing his hand that held yours up to his mouth, he planted a kiss on the inside of your wrist. “So beautiful,” he whispered. He began to trail more open-mouthed kisses down your arm until he reached your collarbone. “And all for me.” Be bit down on your pulse point, causing you to let out a gasp.

Tilting his head towards your ear, he whispered, “Let’s begin, shall we?”

He took a step back, and you immediately felt the atmosphere change. Any previous trace of humor was gone from his face. It was time to play your little game.

“Disrobe,” he commanded. The power he exuded when he spoke sent a shiver down your spine.

Slowly, you untied the knot of your belt. You immediately felt the cold air hit your skin as you opened the robe, hardening your nipples even more. Suguru reached out a hand to take it from you, leaving you fully naked and him still fully clothed.

Suguru couldn’t help but stare at your bare body. The way the candlelight illuminated your body cast an ethereal, golden glow on your skin. He thought you looked so soft and lucious. Just looking at you made the fire that burned low in his gut grow hotter, leaving him hungry for more.

Extending his other hand, he helped lift you onto the altar and maneuver your body into position. He laid you on your back, with your limbs splayed like a starfish. Starting at your ankles and then moving on to your wrists, he attached cuffs that were tied to weights on the floor, effectively rendering you immobile. As the final touch, he slid your robe’s belt out of its loops and wrapped it over your eyes. Your sight was now gone, but your other senses became heightened. 

Suguru, standing near your head, looked down to admire his handiwork. You were laid out like a bountiful feast, waiting to be devoured. He brought down one hand to lightly trail it over your body. He began at the base of your neck, fingertips barely brushing against your skin. Slowly, he dragged his hand between the valley of your breasts, down the soft bump of your stomach, over the jut of your hip — walking down to the other end of the table as he did so. Your sensitive skin raised a trail of goosebumps where his hand had traveled.

When he reached the other end, he slowly slid his hand off your leg. You heard the rustle of fabric as he disrobed himself, and your heart started to beat harder in anticipation.

Leaning over the edge of the table, he brought his head down between your legs. You could feel his long hair tickle the insides of your thighs as his breath fanned over your glistening cunt. His mouth hovered over the place you wanted it the most, causing you to squirm in a futile attempt to get closer to him

“Shhh…” he said soothingly, digging his fingers into the soft flesh of your thighs. “Let me take care of you.” With that, he licked a broad stripe between your pussy lips, eliciting a loud moan from you.

You instinctively tried to grab his hair, needing something to hold on to and ground you, but you had forgotten about the cuffs. All you could do was quiver and moan as he inserted one thick finger while rolling his tongue over your clit.

He pumped that finger a few times to make sure you were wet enough and then added another. The rough pads of his fingers rubbed upwards against your walls, sending jolts of pleasure throughout your body as he continued to lap at your clit. 

The obscene sounds of your cunt getting fingerfucked echoed loudly off of the walls. That combined with your high-pitched moaning sounded heavenly to Suguru, getting his cock impossibly harder. He was glad he chose not to gag you. He started pumping his fingers even faster, determined to make you cum before he entered you.

“Ah, Suguru!” you cried out. 

He could get used to the way the empty building amplified your voice as you chanted his name like a prayer. 

“Suguru Suguru Suguru!,” you screamed, thrashing against your restraints. “I’m so close…”

“You’re doing so well. Keep going, baby,” he said, words slightly muffled as he spoke against your pussy lips. He scissored his fingers open as wide as he could, so he could slip his tongue deep inside you, lapping up all the juices that your cunt would give him. With the hand not holding you open, he used his thumb to rub rough circles over your clit. 

You came like that, yelling his name as cum flowed out of your cunt like a wave. Your thighs squeezed around his head as he continued to eat out your over-sensitive pussy while you were riding out your orgasm, your back arching off of the table.  

Even as your orgasm started to subside, Suguru continued to eat it all up, licking your pussy inside and out. The lower half of his face was soaked with your messy cum as you tried to be good and hold yourself still while he made out with your pussy for his own pleasure.

When he felt satisfied enough, Suguru climbed on top of the table and crawled over your body until his face met yours. “Clean it up,” he commanded, before dipping his head down for a sloppy kiss.

It was more tongue than lips. He pressed his tongue into your mouth so you could suck it clean. His face pressed against yours smeared your fluids over your own face, filling your nose with the scent of sex. 

Suguru withdrew slightly and said, “I’m sorry, dear. It looks like I’ve made quite the mess myself.” He brought his head down again to use the flat of his tongue to lick over  your chin, your lips, your cheek. You moaned at the lewd slurping sounds his tongue made as it moved across your face.

Pulling back, he brought his large hands around your tits, kneading and squeezing. He admired the pornographic whines you made as he used his fingers to roughly pull at your nipples. Delectable, he thought as he bent over to suck and bite at the flesh. His fingers moved to press down on the fresh hickeys he gave you. 

You were dizzy and breathing hard from pleasure, but you were ready for more. “Suguru please,” you said between pants. 

You helt him him a Hmm? against your skin.

“Suguru please,” you repeated. “I need you so bad.” You could feel your own core pulsing with want.

His response was a cool breath, blown over one of the fresh bruises he made near your collarbone. “Sweetheart,” he purred seductively. “What do you want me to do?” One of his hands teasingly rubbed over your hip. So close, but not reaching where you wanted it to be.

You hated when he did this. He always made you ask, even when he already knew what you wanted. Even without being able to see him, you knew he had a cocky smile on his face. 

“Please…” you began, cheeks heating up with embarrassment. “Please fuck me.”

“Hmm?” He cupped a hand around his ear, mockingly pretending to strain his ears to listen. “I can’t hear you. You need to speak up,” he teased.

“I said please!” you cried out, pulling at your restraints. “Please fuck me Suguru. I need you so much. I need you to- ah!”

He had grabbed his cock and started to rub it against your slit, lubing it up with your cum. You could feel it pulsing, betraying how much Suguru equally craved you right now, as the fat head bumped against your clit. “Keep going,” he said as he circled the tip over your entrance.

“Babe I want you to fuck me so ba-aaaaaad!” He slowly began to enter you, hissing at how hot you felt around him, stretching you out to the max. You could never get used to how big he was. His abs bumped against your torso as you arched your back. “Oh my god!” you moaned.

“Actually,” he slid in the final inch, “my name is Suguru.” Without waiting for you to reply, he slowly slid his cock back until just the tip remained inside, then slammed it back inside, setting a fast and rough pace.

You hands scratched against the marble, desperate to find something to cling onto, while Suguru fucked into you mercilessly. “It feels so so so good. Please don’t stop please,” you babbled, letting out a high-pitched ah! every time the tip of his cock kissed your cervix.

It was a spot that only he could reach. Before the two of you started dating, you had never taken anyone as big as him. The first time you slept together, you were super intimidated, but he taught you how to take his dick like a champ, and he never failed to remind you how good you were at it.

“You’re taking me so well,” he muttered into your ear. “I’m — ungh! — so proud of you.” He started kissing and sucking at the side of your neck, where he knew you were extra sensitive, making you moan even louder as he churned up your insides.

The empty building, plus there not being any pillows to muffle the sounds your mouth was making, caused your screams of his name to sound extra loud. Your thighs started trembling as you once more felt yourself get closer to the edge.

Suguru brought his hand down to rub at your clit. “That’s it. Be good and cum all over my cock, like I know you want to.”

“Suguru! Ah, Suguru! Thank you!” you screamed as your second orgasm wracked your body. Your cunt gripped him extra tight as you rode it out, your creamy cum coating his cock.

“That’s right,” he praised. “Tell them all who you belong to.”

You didn’t know who he was talking about. The gods? The angels? Your brain was too fucked out to try to make reasoning of what he said.

He hissed at the way your body kept sucking him in, like it was trying to keep him inside of it forever. He would have loved to cum inside you — to mark the inside of your body as his, just like he did to the outside — but he had already planned a different ending for tonight.

He slowly slid out of you, watching the way your pussy lips were stretched around his cock, as he pulled out with a pop. He took a second to admire his work. 

Between your legs was a complete mess. Your thighs and swollen pussy were coated in a layer of your cum. You could feel even more cum sliding out of your hole, gathering in a sticky pool under your ass. If you two were at home, your mattress would have been soaked.

Suguru shuffled his body up the altar, making his way over your bruised and bitten body, until he kneeled with his legs on either side of your head. His shins pressed down on your arms, holding you in place even more.

He brought his hands to the back of your head, so he could undo the makeshift blindfold. After he untied the belt, he pulled it off and let it fall on the floor.

You didn’t notice you had been crying from all the pleasure until you felt the cold air hit your wet eyes. You blinked repeatedly, trying to adjust your vision to the dim light. 

Blearily, you looked up at Suguru. He looked extra tall at this angle. His head was directly in front of one of the chandeliers, causing the crown of his head to shine in a golden ring — like a halo.

But his face was cast in shadow, and the smile on it could only be described as devilish. “Welcome back, darling. Did you have a good time?”

His thumb played with your lower lip. You were breathing out of your mouth, still trying to catch your breath, but you nodded shakily.

“Good,” he smiled, “Because I have another treat for you. Open wide.”

You did as he said, opening your lips wide and sticking out your tongue a little as he began to sink himself into your mouth.

He stopped when you gagged, knowing you reached your limit. He shallowly thrusted into your wet mouth and used his hand to stroke his remaining length. You were trying your best to suck on him, but you were feeling too weak and tired to do it properly.

That was enough for him, though. He was already on edge after holding himself back all night. “It’s alright, baby,” he said, breathing heavily. “I'm almost done.”

He pulled out and started to jerk himself off over your face, brows furrowed in concentration. You wanted to stare at the way his pecs heaved with each breath and his bangs stuck to his sweaty forehead, but you knew he was close, so you closed your eyes and stuck out your tongue in anticipation.

Almost immediately after you closed your eyes, you felt him press his throbbing tip against your tongue. “Fuck,” he grunted. He finally released the tightness in his balls as he unleashed his load.

The two of you had abstained from sex for about a week in anticipation of your little escapade, so there was a lot that came out. Although he aimed it at your mouth, stray globs splashed against your cheeks, your forehead, your eyelids. You swallowed down as much of his cum as you could, the thick fluid sticking in your throat. It tasted salty and bitter, but you gulped it down as if it were a desert oasis. Just as Suguru liked it.

“You’re perfect. You’re doing so good,” he praised, using his cock to wipe the final droplets of cum on your lips. He used his thumb to wipe off any cum around your eyes, so you could open them again. His softening cock laid against your cheek as Suguru came down from his high. You could still feel it hot and pulsating.

Your body felt boneless. What did the French call it? “The little death”? It really felt like your soul had left your body.

Maybe it had gone up to heaven. Or maybe Suguru brought heaven down to you.

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[nyxelenios]

*·.✴ i wish you were sober.

Last Legacy: Sage Lesath (Fictif Games)

❗: angst, mentions of food, alcohol and beer, description of frisky action, drunk people, song-inspired post, unedited

nyxelenios: does this count as angst? idk but here you go, btw this one is longer than my other Sage x reader posts so buckle up i guess? enjoy, don't forget that requests are open, comments and suggestions and pointers are appreciated and welcomed, and reblogs are greatly appreciated! thank you!

You sigh and drop your shoulders. Your breath turns to mist, and you watch it fade away with the chilly breeze. Finally, you straighten your posture and enter the rickety-looking tavern.

There in the middle of the bar is Sage drunkenly dancing to the music of strings and wind instruments. You can't name every instrument you see, but that isn't what you're here for. You're here for the sellsword swaying and twirling with strange men and women.

From the doorway, you can see a few of the people being frisky with their hands. You clench your hands into fists when you see their hands all over Sage. And he looks like he doesn't mind one bit. You chalk it up to him being drunk, but with the way he smirks at them, you chalk it up to him being his fl—himself.

Gods. You feel like punching the air out of his lungs.

But who are you to feel as if Sage is yours? You're a world-hopper merely under his care and nothing more because of a Relic that decided to reside in your heart. You are only his apprentice, somewhat. And besides, who are you to stop him from having fun? His version of fun, rather.

You resign to sitting at the front bar, where the bartender is standing and polishing off a few glasses. With your cloak covering your uniform, you don't attract much attention from the patrons.

"Not the type to party?" asks the bartender. You shrug and give him a half smile. "Just beat from working all day. Gotta sit back and relax every once in a while," you say, which makes the bartender smile sympathetically. Who knew you could lie so nicely like that?

You ask for a glass of the best wine they have, and the bartender obliges. He even cooks up something to go with it. His specialty, you recall him shouting over his shoulder from the kitchen. It's the best grilled seafood platter you've ever had to date! Cooked to perfection, seasoned so deliciously, and grilled over the most aromatic wood chips.

Your joy is short-lived though, when Sage stumbles to the front bar and leans over the bar top.

He's right next to you, and he doesn't even recognize you.

Slowly, you place down your glass, your head bowed low and eyes staring at your free hand resting on your lap. He's fucking wasted, so wasted he doesn't even notice you sitting beside him. You're even wearing the cloak he bought for you. To keep you warm, he told you. You don't feel warm anymore after realizing he really couldn't care less unless he was being paid to keep an eye on you.

"A round of drinks, on me!"

The whole bar roars in excitement, high off the alcohol and the dancing. You flinch away and cover your poor ears. Maybe you shouldn't have come here after all. Maybe you should have listened to Felix, when he told you you wouldn't be happy going to one of Sage's common leisure spots. Maybe you should have gone with Anisa instead, sitting by the fireplace and indulging her with your stories about your life on Earth.

But no. You just had to go into town and look for the mercenary who should have shown up to help you train but didn't, and now you're in this old tavern shielding your ears from deafening yells and yips from strangers, and Sage.

When the noise dies down just a tad, you put your hands down. You scan the bar and find Sage chugging a beer mug's amount of...alcohol. You can't tell which alcoholic drink, but you hope it's not a strong one.

You shake your head. Why are you worrying about him? He doesn't care about you.

The bartender walks over to you, and you only notice him when he places a mug of something hot between your hands. You blink at him with wide eyes, then peer into the very beautiful ceramic mug.

It's coffee!

"Uh, I'm sorry, but I didn't order this," you say, smiling sheepishly. The bartender shrugs. "You could drink something better to keep you warm. And you look like the type to drink coffee." You thank him and take the mug in your hands. The warmth is nice, comforting. You take your first sip and sigh smiling.

The bartender was right. Coffee was better at keeping you warm.

You leave no morsel of food behind, and your mug is empty. You feel so full and so contented. The bartender only takes your payment of the one glass of wine, insisting that he'll take the rest from Sage's payment for disturbing your night of relaxing and his few patrons who wanted to relax for the night as well.

Right. Sage. He was the reason you were here in the first place.

And when you get up from your stool, you notice that the party has died down significantly. The people you've seen being handsy with Sage are nowhere to be found. The reason why you're in this place is laying on a table, looking like he's outcold from the beer chugging.

You and the bartender check on him, and he's blacked out. Your bartender friend sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. He looks like he's about to explode.

"This... This man is my workmate. I'll pay for his tab so I can get him out of your hair," you offer, and the bartender hesitates. He looks at Sage, to the clock, then at you. He sighs and accepts. "Alright. Thank you."

Once you settle Sage's eye-widening tab, you try to wake him up. You shake his left arm to see if he reacts. Nothing.

You shake his shoulders, careful not to get poked by his armor. Nothing, again.

"Sage." Your loud stern voice doesn't stir him.

Now, you're sitting on a chair, trying to think back on what Felix taught you, about opening portals and focusing on the destination. If you can't wake him up, you can at least drag Sage into a portal at the back of the tavern.

But the bartender throws water at Sage's face. Your eyes grow so wide it looks like your eyeballs are about to fall right out of your sockets.

And the freezing cold water does the trick, waking up the drunk mercenary. You ignore him spluttering and coughing and blowing his nose. The bartender rolls his eyes, then nods at you. You thank him again, then look at Sage.

He's sitting, holding his head in his hands. He groans in pain, his face crumpling from discomfort. "Ow."

Sage looks around the tavern, then his eyes land on you. A big goofy grin appears on his face as he realizes it's you.

"[Name]! Did you see me win that beer chugging contest?"

Unfortunately, you did see him down all eight beers. You sigh and nod, then pat his arm. "Let's go back to Fathom Tower." When Sage registers your words, his grin turns into a flirty smirk, and he leans forward.

Oh, his breath is enough to get your head spinning. Just how much did he drink?

"Why don't we spend the night somewhere else? You know, just the two of us~" Sage's words slur, but he manages to get a full sentence out. You stare at him, face blank.

Either you want to smack him for drinking himself to a drunken stupor or to smack yourself for getting yourself into this mess for being crush-drunk because of him.

"Come on, [Name]~ I know a good place we can stay for the night~" Sage cups your chin and leans in to your space, his breath ghosting over your lips. Your heart skips a beat, maybe a few more. Heat rises to your entire face when his golden irises seem to glow under the soft light in the tavern.

But you remember he's drunk.

You hold his wrist and move his hand away from your face, then sigh. "Sage, let's go back to Fathom. You're drunk, and tired from all the dancing."

Slowly, you and Sage stumble down the streets of Porrima. Keeping this man on his own two feet, you think, is harder than catching Jackrabbit Jason. And that's saying something, since you had a difficult time chasing the guy.

The moonlight guides you and keeps the town away from complete darkness. You can hear the distant crashing of waves down at the port. When you crane your neck to look at the port, you see lanterns moving from the ships to the docks and vice versa.

Sighing quietly, you think that this would have been a beautiful scenario on a date. Now this is just solace, peace for your soul while you tend to a drunk Sage, who is...ironically quiet.

You glance at him, and he's staring straight into space. He must be spacing out while you're walking. "Sage?" He doesn't look at you, but his ears swivel to your direction. You're shocked, and also surprised. None of you speak, waiting for the other to start but only silence meets your ears.

The walk takes a while, as the night grows darker, and the town grows quieter around you and Sage. You're nearing the steps to Fathom when Sage speaks.

"Y'know, tonight was so much fun," Sage grins when he makes eye contact with you. He stops walking and faces you. You want to believe that Sage is sobering up, finally.

But you know better.

"I wish you were there, [Name]. We could've had a ton of fun together."

I was there, you want to say. I was there sitting right next to you but you didn't notice me.

Sage grins. "I wanted to teach you a looooooooot of dance moves."

You want to scold him right there and then, but you bite back your tongue and force a smile.

"I really, really like you, your company... You're feisty and sweet too~ You're adorable~" Sage engulfs you in a tight embrace, lifting your feet off the ground. He smiles, softly, and nuzzles his nose against your cheek. He giggles and kisses your cheek.

You're stunned. You can't look at Sage, not with tears about to fall from your eyes. When he puts you down, you quickly brush away your tears with your cloak.

"Okay, okay." To your luck, your voice remains steady. "Let's go, it's getting cold." You take Sage's gloved hand in yours and lead him up the stairs to Fathom. You head up the staircase first.

You wouldn't want Sage seeing your tears, even when he's drunk.

He follows you quietly, wondering why you're half dragging him up the stairs. He wonders why your cloak sleeve keeps moving up to your head.

You sigh and drop your shoulders. Your breath turns to mist, and you watch it fade away with the chilly breeze. Sage can be so sweet. It's endearing, almost.

It would be actually endearing if he wasn't drunk.

If he was sober, maybe you would believe his every word.

You wish he was sober.

© nyxelenios, 2022

[gyuphorias]

Hii can i request " was that your first kiss? " with seungcheol please? Thank you!! And i love your work btw!!

thank u lovely!! i'm glad you enjoy my writing!! <3

(also... me intending to write only a little bit and writing 1.2k anyways.... wow...)

if you had to be completely honest with yourself, you don't remember how you ended up here — a lonesome apartment building roof in the middle of the night. you, of course, remember showing up at a party hosted by your friend mingyu, drinking a little, chatting, drinking some more.

the chilly night air bites at you, even though your thick sweater, and though your mind is a little hazy, it doesn't take a rocket scientist to put any semblance of logic together. it's a university student's apartment, meaning it's cheap and small; with so many people shoved into one cramped space, heat was inevitable and it had likely driven you up to the roof.

the stairwell door opens behind you and you look over your shoulder, going stiff when it's seungcheol who appears in the threshold. he's a little red in the face, his alcohol-induced blush creeping up his neck and across his cheeks and nose. that paired with the cute cardigan he's wearing tonight, he looks endearing, like warmth personified.

"thought i'd find you up here," he says as he approaches you. it's only until he's draping a weight over your shoulders that you realize he brought a blanket up here with him. "too loud?"

you nod, silently relishing the way his shoulder presses warmly against your own as he wraps the other half of the blanket around him. it's a small touch to share and you're sure he doesn't notice it, but you do and that's what matters most to you.

"yeah... and too hot. don't know what mingyu was thinking when he invited half the school to his apartment when it can barely fit the whole friend group."

seungcheol laughs and his shoulder trembles against you. just that makes you join him in his quiet laughter, even though what you said hadn't been that funny, just the truth (mingyu's apartment is almost minuscule and it can barely fit half the friend group, you were being generous in your original statement).

with amusement still laced in his voice, seungcheol speaks again. "you're right. joshua and jeonghan have been trying to convince him to let someone else host parties from now on, but he hasn't budged yet."

the conversation peters out, the lull nothing short of comforting, welcome. out of all of your friends, you feel the most comfortable with seungcheol because as loud and childishly annoying he can be sometimes, he knows how to easily match your energy. silences like this are always cozy, some personal little pocket of serenity; you don't feel obligated to speak to fill the gaps and he lets it hang easily between you.

minutes pass by and your sole focus is on the city that spans out before you. most buildings have gone dark for the night with the exception of a few unlucky office workers burning the midnight oil. street lamps and car headlights are nothing more than pinpricks of light on the grid of the city below you. it's a strange kind of beautiful you only recognize in moments like this.

you turn your head a little to glance at seungcheol, nearly jumping when you realize he's looking directly at you. you turn your head fully to look back at him, noses brushing just a bit. his eyes are wistful, you think is the right word: soft and somewhat watery, yearning.

his hand reaches for yours and you let his fingers, cold and calloused, press into your palm. without speaking, he leans in a little, but gives you a look that asks what he needs to without breaking the atmosphere: is this okay? you nod and then meet him halfway because you can't resist.

your lips meet and it's everything you've imagined it to be, though you've fantasized about kissing seungcheol more than you'd care to admit. and though you think it feels nice, the warmth of him against you in a way that is so intimate, you think it also happens in a way that feels so inexperienced. you aren't sure what to do with your hands, how to really convey to him that you're kissing him back, but he doesn't pull away in disgust or embarrassment, so it doesn't seem to bother him all that much.

when he finally does back away, staying close enough that his nose bumps against yours, he's smiling almost bashfully, looking a little flushed (moreso than just being a little tipsy).

"if you don't mind me asking..." (here it comes, you think.) "was that your first kiss?" he asks, his eyebrows pulled together a little.

to most people, they'd be embarrassed, maybe angry at the insinuation that they're bad at kissing, having been asked if it was their first time. but it's seungcheol and he's him, so it doesn't feel malicious at all. rather, he seems to have gone even softer at the edges.

you nod, glancing away. even if he's not mocking you, there's still that little piece of you that feels embarrassed about just having shared your very first kiss with the boy of your dreams. "yeah... was it bad? i'm sorry if i-"

he holds your hand in earnest now, lacing his fingers entirely between yours and drawing your gaze back to him. he's smiling a little toothily and it really makes him look like an endearing little boy.

"no, no, i promise it wasn't bad. i just... know you mentioned once that you haven't really dated anyone before and i thought... you know... that meant you hadn't kissed anyone either."

you let your eyes fall back on him, a little surprised that he remembered you said that. it had been a while ago, no more than a few months ago, during one of mingyu's little kickbacks. the boys had started bringing up relationships and things, and you'd inevitably been asked if you were dating anyone. it had ultimately turned into a conversation about how you'd never dated anyone ever, the boys entirely surprised at your answer.

"you remembered that?" it honestly almost makes you tear up; seungcheol has always made a point of listening to everything you say and this just proves that.

he nods, flexing his fingers against your hand. "'course i did. if i hadn't made it abundantly clear, i really like you."

you laugh a little, letting your forehead lean against his own. he pulls his hand from yours, only to wrap his arm around your shoulders and pull you into him, his shoulders shaking a little as he joins you in your laughter.

"i really like you too, cheol," you answer, leaning into his warmth.

you chat a little more, just like that in each other's embrace, setting up a date for the following weekend and deciding who in the friend group decided to place bets on how long it would take for the two of you to get together (you decide definitely jeonghan, mingyu, and seungkwan because they live for drama). when the silence finally washes back in, seungcheol looks at you, a teasing glint in his eyes.

"so... since you just had your first kiss... you wanna get some more practice in?"

"you're such a menace!"

you almost tell him to wait until you go on your brunch date next weekend, but you're not too inclined to pass up his offer. you'll get your revenge one of these days, just not right now.

[mywritingonlyfans]

mini fluffly blurb with victoria pls

hi, here's ur blurb!! (it's something about getting matching tattoos with vic)

i hope my stuffs is getting more bearable to read 'cause i'm making laura waste a lot of time with me and my terrible grammar😬 (btw, tysm sweetie!)

taglist : @oro-e-diamanti @maybanksslut @pingpongchamps

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“I’m scared of hurting you.” You whispered, feeling her eyes on you as she held the strands of your hair in place.

“You won’t hurt me, I’m already used to it, puppy,” she ran her thumb over your cheek, eliciting giggles from the tattoo artist who was supervising you. “Yeah, just fill in the letters, I’m not even feelin’ anything but your lovely touch.” She added, stretching the skin of her breast to give you better precision.

Sighing loudly, Victoria took note of the adorable way that you had your brows furrowed and lips stuck between your teeth as you rubbed the pen across her skin. With you on her mind, she could only think of how lovely the idea of sharing a matching tattoo with you was, even more so considering that it would be your first one - you were getting your first tattoo, your first tattoo would be done with her - made by her, your first tattoo would be a representation of her love for you; Victoria was going crazy with how much in love she was with you.

“Done.” You said in a pout, admiring your handwriting on her skin.

Leaning over so she could see, Victoria smiled broadly at seeing something that represented you glued to her. “I love it, it’s delicate, just like you.”

You felt your cheeks heat up at her words.

Seeing the tattoo artist help her with the pen, you couldn’t feel more sure of it, you closed your eyes slightly, waiting for the noise that indicated it was working. “Still sure of it, puppy?”

Your stomach shuddered at her voice, but when you felt her lips placing a kiss on your cheek, you felt better. “I’m more than sure ‘bout that.”

Chili’s fur was tickling you.

At first you just grunted and tried to push him away, but when you felt your face being licked by his rough tongue, you realized that he wouldn’t be letting you drift off to sleep.

“I love you,” you murmured to the furball on top of you, waiting for your sleepy mind to come back to reality.

Dragging your body to Victoria’s side of the bed you cringed in frustration, she wasn’t there, her space was already cold. Replacing Victoria’s place, you snuggled into her sheets, sitting down and covering yourself with them as if you were the little red riding hood. Your intention was to go after Victoria, wrap her in your arms and shower her in good morning kisses, but feeling the skin beneath your chest tingle, your mind was transported back to the night before.

She loves you. She loves you to the point of doing a tattoo with you; she fucking loves you.

“You’re so damn cute, puppy,” her deep, husky voice echoed through the room.

As soon as your eyes met hers you realized that you were smiling to yourself like a fool, all naked as you ran your icy fingers over the sensitive letters etched into your skin. “You are even more, babe,” you hummed.

She was lying in front of the window, letting her body be bathed in the morning light; she looked like a goddess, and she was just yours.

“C’mere,” she called you with her fingers, with a kind look and a adorable smile enveloping her angelic face. “I wanna kiss you, my lil’ puppy.”

Holding back a grin, you went to her, wrapping your arms around her waist and letting her pin you to her bare chest; the only piece on her body was a silk robe that fell lazily over her silhouette. She smelled like home and as you held her closer to yourself, you could hear her heart race from having you around. “It likes me,” you said, making it sounded like a whimper.

“My heart?” She asked. You could feel her eyes watching you as you traveled your fingertips along your handwriting under her left boob ‘la tua’, it was hard to explain how those words were totally true and you didn’t feel the least bit afraid of verbalizing it. “I’m pretty sure it does. I mean, it’s all yours Y/N.”

You laughed, resulting in her squeezing you more into her touch, “you’re so cheeky.”

“And you love it!” You did. You loved it so much that your body’s response to it made you think you were seeing Victoria for the first time again; dressed in sequins, waiting until Damiano walked in with his best friend who would soon become your girlfriend through the restaurant door. She was stunning that day, which hadn’t changed a bit over the years. “You’re good, puppy? No regrets, right?”

Her tone had gone serious, you held yourself back from laughing. “Never, I love having something that reminds me of you stuck to me.” You assured her, feeling her fingers touch across your breasts to your tattoo; the same phrase and the same emotional meaning as hers.

“I love you, puppy,” she sighed, kissing the top of your head as she entwined her legs with yours. “Like a lot.”

“I love you a lot too, Vic. You’re everything to me.” You looked at her, seeing tears form in her eyes; she was the sweetest. You smiled, sinking your head into her neck, nibbling at the area.

She burst into soft moans and light giggles, until Chilli arrived, snuggling between you, making you both stop the love bites.

“I love you more than you can imagine.” She said more to herself than to you, you hadn’t heard it. You were snuggling Chili in your arms, making Victoria feel a little jealous that she had to share you with him; even so while you cuddled the dog she rocked you to sleep; spoiling you with small kisses to the forehead, patting your back and slightly stroking your hair. No matter what, you’d always be her muse.

[valentina-writes]

Dying light

Request: anon: Hi um i was wondering if you could do an azriel x reader with 6 from angst and 7 from fluff? i loved starfall btw!

A/N: Awww thank you! I really liked writing this one!

(And I haven't figured out yet how to answer an ask while still being able to add tags, so I'm doing it this way)

Word count: 2.6k

Warnings: one curse word

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Spring had always been your favorite time of the year. When the coldness of the winter air disappeared and made room for the sun, a warm breeze and you were able to finally spend time outside again, you were happy. That was until you met her.

Elain was, in every way possible, the incarnation of spring. There was her obvious love for flowers and plants of every kind, her sweet and gentle nature. There was the way she talked, so softly and lady-like. And there was the way she dressed, always in beautiful pastel colored dresses.

You did not hate her, no. The fact that Feyre, one of your closest friends, was her sister, already played a big role. And then she was just so sweet and gentle, that it was essentially impossible to ever want to harm her in any way.

But you did not like her, no. Not at all.

Your aversion for her had started the day you met. It wasn’t fair, you knew that yourself. She had gone through a lot, being turned into a fae and all. But this did not make up for the way she had crossed you in every way possible.

You had always had a thing for the handsome shadowsinger. Maybe it was because you never felt the need to fill the comfortable silence between you with awkward small talk and you always felt good around him. Maybe it was simply because you had been friends for a while and grown closer.

Now, it didn’t matter anymore why you had fallen in love with him. Over the months before you met Elain, Azriel and you had grown closer. You had spent a lot of time training together, just as well as missions you two had completed together. And even in your free time, you always seemed to hover around each other.

But that was a thing of the past. When Elain had entered your life, Azriel had changed. He spent nearly every free minute with her, sitting in the garden or having hushed conversations. When he was training, he now did it with Cassian because your schedules didn’t align anymore due to his time with Elain. He deemed his missions too dangerous for you, too. In short, the only time left for you to see him was when the entire inner circle was there. And even then, he seemed to be naturally drawn towards her.

Today was just like that. You had awoken early in the morning, the sun shining through your window for the first time in weeks. The promise of a warm spring day lingering in the air.

Last night, after telling Rhysand of your problems and drinking some of his wine (and by some you meant quite a lot), he had deemed you unable to return home on your own, so you had stayed over at his townhouse.

You dressed up in a comfortable sweatshirt and grabbed a book and a blanket. On your way into the garden you stopped by in the kitchen to get a mug of hot chocolate. Nobody except for you seemed to be awake already, probably because today was a rare day off.

Out in the garden you sat down under your favorite tree and started reading. The wind was still slightly chilly, but later it would probably become a very warm day.

You weren’t really able to concentrate on your book. First, the sun that shone on your face and warmed every part of it, making you close the book and soak in the warmth. And then, when you opened your eyes again, they fell on the flowers Elain had planted only a few days ago. Your heart clenched at the memory of Azriel kneeling in the dirt next to her, helping her plant these flowers. You were only a heartbeat away from ripping them all out of the ground, when the door to the small garden opened again.

And there she was. Pretty as ever, she walked into the garden, sitting down on a chair. You quickly glanced away from the flowers and opened your book again, pretending to read. The last thing you wanted was to strike up a conversation with her.

She did not greet you and neither did you. She was looking at nothing, her eyes not focusing on anything. Sometimes you wondered if she had gone insane. But then you reminded yourself that, even though she had everything you had always wanted, she still deserved to be treated with some human decency.

Shortly after she had sat down, you heard another rustling coming from the door. For a second you thought about winnowing away. But no. You were curious of what they discussed. Curious of what conversations they kept from you and the others.

You shortly looked up, stealing a glance at Azriel. He looked ethereal the way he sat there, on the small terrace, stretching out his wings and sipping on a mug, his eyes still tired. The burning feeling of jealousy that had been your dear companion for the past months, appeared in your chest. Had he slept here? Had he spent the night with her? You wouldn’t be surprised if he did.

Your cheeks burned as you went back to pretending to read the book. You could not concentrate on anything except for him and the relatively new feeling that arose. Hollowness. You felt so empty inside. You had known him for such a long time, had been sure that he reciprocated your feelings. Now, the only thing that was left was the bond.

Yes, you were sure that what you felt next to your heart was the mating bond. You had felt it snap when he had cleaned your wounds after training with Cassian. Your entire world had shifted when you had looked into his eyes. As if he was the center of your world now, everything else meaningless.

But he had not shown a trace of feeling the same, had not told you that he felt it too. And you were sure that he would have if he did. Shortly after, Elain joined your friend group. Was it possible that your mate did not feel the bond? That it was only there for you? You had asked Rhys this question last night, breaking down in his arms after the others had gone to bed. He had not known the answer. And now you were left more devastated than ever before.

They had started chatting a little bit, but you were unable to catch their words over the chirping of the birds. It was impossible. You wouldn’t gain anything from staying here, looking at what you couldn’t have. It would only make you even sadder.

You risked another glance at him. He was laughing at something Elain had said, his spread wings glowing red and golden in the sunlight. And his eyes … pure joy spoke out of them. You knew you should be feeling happy for him. You knew that he deserved to be happy, even if it wasn’t with you. But the bond next to your aching heart said something else.

For a second, you looked at Elain, the definition of peace and beauty. For a second, you allowed yourself to unleash the entirety of your jealousy and pain, of the sorrow and agony you felt. And for a second, you actually hated her.

In this moment, you did not realize that you had forgotten to build up the barrier around your mind. You did not realize that you had been so overtaken by your feelings that you left the end of the bond, that you assumed was only one-sided anyways, unguarded.

The conversation stopped and over the discarded book you saw Azriel’s head snap in your direction. The look on his face wasn’t angry by any means … it was surprised. And hurt. His shadows began to show again, swirling around him. He knows, you realized. He feels the mating bond too. And he hasn’t said a thing over the last months. This was all you needed to know.

Without caring about what they might think about you, you winnowed away from them, just as your first tear began to build in your eyes. The familiar feeling of nothing and the air being pressed out of your lungs comforted you a little.

You could still feel the sun on your face when you appeared at your destination – the apartment you rented. Most of your days were spent training or making plans with the inner circle anyways, so that you mainly went here to sleep.

Azriel would find you, you were sure of that. It would only be a matter of time – if he wanted to. Most likely he was still sitting in Elain’s nice little garden joking about your sudden departure.

You laid down on your bed, curling up in a ball. Never in the past months had you felt as lonely as you did now. He had known about the bond, had felt it too. And never had he tried to talk about it. Azriel hadn’t even rejected it. Just left it there, hanging in place to remind you of what you couldn’t have.

Not even an hour later you heard a knock on your front door. You didn’t want to open the door for him. And if he would wait there all day long, you wouldn’t care.

The knocking became more prominent and louder. Through the door you heard him calling your name. “Y/n?! I know you are in there”.

At first, it was easy to ignore the pounding on your door. But after a while, you had heard enough. Especially when you felt his presence in the bond.

Groaning out of anger you stood up and strode to the door. You would tell him what you thought of his behavior. And then make sure that he would stay away from you from now on, as much as it hurt you.

You opened the door and there he was, looking just as beautiful as ever, though frowning.

“What do you want?”, you snapped at him, “Go away and leave me alone! I don’t want to talk to you again. Ever”. That was probably a bit too dramatic. But you did not care.

“Please, y/n, let me explain”, he begged. His shadows were nowhere to be seen, a sign of his discomfort. At least he felt as bad about this as you did.

“You still love her, don’t you? You felt the bond, you knew what was going on. But you didn’t even once try to talk to me about it, not once! You didn’t bother, didn’t care about how I was feeling the entire time! And never did you stop spending so much time with her. You are always around her, spending every free minute with her, not wasting a single thought about me. Leave me alone, I don’t want to see you any longer”.

You wanted to slam the door shut, but he reached out and held the door open. His face now looked pained, an expression you hadn’t seen on him in a long time.

“No, listen to me, y/n. I spent time with Elain because she needed me. She needed someone to listen to her and do what she loves with her, to adapt to this new life. Nobody saw the light inside her dying, nobody saw what she was going through, so I helped her. I know all too well what she is feeling like at the moment and I thought you would understand this”.

You wanted to stop him, but he didn’t let you talk. “Yes, I felt the bond. I don’t know how long you have felt it, but … it’s been there a while already for me. I wanted to talk about it, yes, I did. But shortly after Elain and Nesta joined us you started being so absent. You never talked to me, left the room when Elain and I entered it. I figured you didn’t like me back. That you just ignored the bond or wanted to reject it but hadn’t told me yet”.

You looked at him, not yet completely convinced. “I don’t believe you”, you said, “The way you look at her … the way you talk to each other, spend every free minute together. You always went out of your way for her. But never for me. When was our last training session together? When have we had our last conversation without the others? When have we been on a mission for the last time? I can remember each of those last occasions. You stopped noticing me after she appeared”.

“Her and me are just friends. Can’t you see it’s you I love?”, he asked. You stared at him in shock.

“Yes, y/n, I love you. And I know I fucked up, I know that I should have spoken to you earlier and I know that we didn’t spend as much time together as we used to. But has it ever occurred to you, that I felt the same way you did? It’s not just my fault that we stopped being friends. I waited for you. Some days I sat there and waited for you to join me training. I waited until I couldn’t take it anymore. And then I went to talk to Elain, because she was the only one who would listen to my problems”.

You didn’t know what to say. For the first time you thought about your behavior during the last months – and realized that he was right. He had spent a lot of time with her. But when he entered the room, when you crossed each other’s path in the hallway, you had fled every single time.

His shadows hid his face from your sight now, as he opened the barrier that shielded his mind from the mating bond. There was pain and sadness and anger radiating off of him. You stumbled backwards, because even though you hadn’t accepted the bond yet, the intensity of his feelings was too much to handle.

Gasping, you stood there, searching for the right words. “I… I’m sorry. I didn’t see what you felt, I didn’t know I hurt you so much. The only thing I could think of was how perfect she is and how much better than me. How lucky I should be for you that you found someone. Everyday I wondered if the Mother had cursed me, if it was my fate to love someone for eternity who doesn’t love me back. Everyday I became angrier about the way you looked at each other, the way she touched or hugged you”. This conversation had turned into something you hadn’t planned, something you would’ve never thought possible.

Azriel lifted his shadows again, his face, for the first time you could remember, showing many emotions at once. Tears in his eyes, but his gaze so loving. Still frowning, but his lips already showing a hint of a smile.

You took him by his arm and pulled him inside, slamming the door shut. Without wasting another second, he crashed his lips against yours, pushing you against the wall. You stood there, kissing and soaking in the closeness for a long time. Azriel kisses were so sensual and full of pure love, that after a while you were both gasping for air. Nothing could have prepared you for the intensity of kissing your mate after so many months of yearning and fear.

Your mate. Your mate. Your mate. You couldn’t even comprehend that this was real. That he loved you too and wanted to spend eternity with you. Your mate.

“Do you want to come inside? I mean the hallway is not a really nice place”, you breathlessly whispered. At the grin that spread on his face you just said: “But I’m not gonna cook for you – yet”.

Azriel kissed you one last time, then let you go to lead the way. “No need to rush anything. We have got all time in the world”. And damn yes, you did.

[justin-hammers]

October/Early November Story Prompt 1: Cuddling and Snuggling with Size Differences and some Minor Daddy Kinks

Warning: This story contains Fluff, Smut, and Chubby Kink. All fantasy btw. No harm or hate on anybody.

Words: 1,275

Ship: Rick Flag/F!Reader

Enjoy the entire story since I'm not getting luck on Archive. 👇🏽

Rick and you sat on opposite ends of their sofa as they gazed at the TV.

You scrolled through the channels, looking for a horror movie to watch. Rick was still eating the Cheeseburger and Fries takeout they got for dinner. You had already finished eating your normal meal portion while he was finishing up his fourth cheeseburger and fries.

It was a few days before Halloween. From the living room of the apartment, you could hear the wind whirling through the street, and see the leaves falling and piling up outside.

Despite it not being freezing cold, you were still shivering like a leaf. You hunched over and blew into your palms in an attempt to warm up your fingers before crossing your arms tightly over your chest.

“Are you cold? It’s freezing here.” you said.

Your nose was still red from when you and Rick had gone out to get the food.

“Um no, not really darlin,” he spoke in between mouthfuls of Sweet Potato Fries. “Though I guess I have a bit more… insulation than you do.” Rick said while he gave his large belly a pat.

“I know I know. Lucky for me, you probably have enough insulation for the both of us,” you responded as you snuggled up next to your boyfriend’s fleshy flank.

He rolled his eyes and gave a half-smile at your little tease. Rick was wearing an extra large maroon sweater that fit tightly over his hefty mass.

You slid your hand in between two of his sweater buttons and began to rub his smooth warm belly.

“Oh shit hon!” he jolted as your fingers made contact. “Baby, your fingers are like icicles! Oh my god honey stop! Your hands are way too cold!”

You chuckled at his reaction and withdrew your hand from his sweater. You then leaned in close for kisses.

“*Mwm* You know… *Mwmmmh* there is another way we could… *smooch* warm up? You know you love to warm up your sweetie pie.” you said softly while kissing his neck and cheek. He began to smile.

“Well it is starting to feel a little chilly here.” Rick said with an exaggerated tone.

He quickly shoveled the remaining Sweet Potato Fries and a piece of Cheeseburger into his mouth and dropped the empty foil and carton on top of the others in the trash.

You held out your hand to help your bloated boyfriend get off the couch. He then grabs you and cradles you in his muscle fat arms like a baby as he nuzzles his head on yours. They made their way into the bedroom where he began to undress you.

Rick sat on the side of the bed and started to undo the buttons of his sweater by stretching his belly out. His bulging flabby upper body was revealed as he removed his top. His hefty plump arm fat was able to hang freely as he slid out of his sleeves. He reached for his belt, but was having some trouble taking it off with his gut bunching when he sat forward. Rick tried to look down at it, but he couldn’t see past her moobs and upper belly.

“Need a hand,” you asked.

“Ugh, yes baby girl,” he said, leaning back on their bed.

You stepped in between his tan-ish large legs at the edge of the bed. His blubbery belly was like a big flabby dome with his belt pinching across its middle.

You undid his belt buckle and fly. Fat expanded outwards as his meaty midsection was freed from the constricting denim. Rick let out a sigh of comfort.

“Looks like someone is already ready for winter! Look at that hibernation bod,” you said as you pressed your hand into his warm flab.

“Hahahaha yeah! You can add another X onto my clothing size when you buy me a new wardrobe for my birthday, darlin,” he laughed.

“Hehehehe Fat chance of that happening, colonel,” you giggled as he nuzzled your nose.

You pulled off his pants, and began to climb on top of his mountainous mass, but he stopped you before you could get in good position.

“Sweetie, wait. Let me be on top. Daddy's gonna make you nice and warm,” Rick seductively instructed.

You backed off as you gave him a little smile. He extended his arms out, and you helped him get up on his feet.

“Now you just lie down on the bed and let daddy take care of you.”

You lay down on your back, and watched your boyfriend fix himself. He was touching his big body as you were starting to feel turned on. He bent over and pulled down his very large black boxers, giving you a perfect view of his wide bulging rump. His two massive round cheeks were like big squishy pillows. Then he spun around and grope his moobs and slides his hands down to his stomach. He messed with his beautiful outie belly button as you looked in jealousy. You always wanted to touch that little thing.

Rick then sauntered over to the bed. For a man over 500 pounds, he had great control over his enormous bulk, something that you were very thankful for, otherwise you’d feel a lot less comfortable about letting him climb on top of you. The mattress groaned as his knees sank deep into the bed.

“God your short stubby legs must be so cold,” he said, kneeling right at your thighs.

He leaned over and let his big body bury your body in his warm fat. As your privates started to feel aroused, you nestled in between the soft warmth of his broad soft chest. Grabbing onto his round swollen moobs, he was able to finger your folds. Luckily, they were already moist and lube with your wetness.

You became wetter and hotter, until he sat back up. Rick then crawled further up the bed to your privates. Some careful maneuvering and he slid perfectly into your area. You were squished comfortably between the massive girth of his beefy thighs. Your athletic and kinda smallish frame was blanketed by his enormous midsection. Rick’s hefty meaty belly sat on your torso and oozed over your chest. Behind him, his big inflated rear reached pass your feet, burying your legs in warm fat. Warmth radiated from his smooth soft flesh, especially his privates.

He begins to hump on top of you, grinding and moving you back and forth as he was getting inside you. You grabbed a big handful of his flabby belly, admiring just how big your boyfriend is.

You now feel much warmer as Rick begins to feel hot. He was breathing heavily and sweating from both the pleasure of sex and the exertion of grinding you hard. The throbbing pleasure inside of him grew large, motivating him to keep going. Getting closer to climax, their sweat mixed together as his doughy blubber rubbed up on your firm body.

"Sweetie, I'm gonna cum," he moaned as he pushed all of his energy.

Finally, in a burst of pleasure and ecstasy, they both finished.

Rick climbed off and slumped over next to you. You looked over at the big fat sweaty handsome behemoth of a soldier.

“Wanna go for a second round in the shower,” you joked with a grin.

He already had his eyes closed, drifting off to sleep with a snore.

“Eh, maybe next time,” you admitted. You cuddled up next to Rick, enjoying the warmth of his large soft naked body yet again.

[jostepherjoestar]

* kicks in the door * Risotto, Prosciutto, Melone and Mista, Bruno, Giorno when they have to hide in a very tight place on a mission with fem member. Not too perverse, but a little, if possible ;)

Risotto, Prosciutto, Melone and Mista and Bruno having to hide in a tight place with fem!member HC’s

fem reader // suggestive (slight nsfw)

Ohohooo this one’s a good one!!! The flavour in this request? Immaculate! Also you’re getting us a new door ok? (btw I dropped Giorno from the ask since 18+ reader sorry friend)

Risotto

So much has gone amiss on this mission. Whatever could go wrong did, honestly it was the worst a hit has ever gone. Even for Risotto. It wasn’t even you guy’s fault. Your target just kept getting lucky and you two the opposite.

You were starting to get frustrated, sighing deeply whenever the target yet again evaded your attacks by just a hair. Risotto was getting antsy as well, but he had to keep his cool and focus. He finally saw and opening that would have a guaranteed hit. And oh god it did, finally your assignment was over.

Or so you thought. While leaving the building a whole parade of your target’s goons had showed up to finish you two. Time to run! Risotto was on the lead, making quick turns in alleys, jumping over obstacles like he’d been doing it all his life. You couldn’t help but be impressed and stare at his agility and the way his muscled body twisted.

In your distraction you hadn’t noticed he’d stopped in his tracks. You were headed for a fall until Risotto’s strong hand pulled you into his embrace into a small separation between buildings. Overwhelmed by the fast turn of events, being so close to your capo made your head spin. His smell was musky and woodsy but so refined.

Your head was pressed against his chest, the tightness of the split not really made to accommodate two. Both of you breathing heavy, starting to feel his large hand resting on the small of your back, holding you into him. Your capo didn’t say anything, he was still on the lookout for the goons that had been chasing you.

You didn’t mind your head having to rest on his chest but the way your legs were twisted was starting to get very uncomfortable. As you repositioned them, placing one leg in between Risotto’s, you accidentally brushed against a very sensitive spot of his. Risotto cleared his throat at the movement. “I think we’ve lost them. Are you ok?”

His voice reverberated in your ears from his closeness and you felt goosebumps rise on your skin. You could only muster a “Uhu.” in response. When you finally got out of the crevice, Risotto’s hand had moved to your hip. “Sorry for pulling you all of the sudden.” he said while letting go of you. “Oh... no. Don’t worry, it was nice.” before you realised what you said your face turned red from embarrassment as you saw his dimple appear in a satisfied grin. Maybe he’ll pull you closer more often if it meant he could see your embarrassed blushy face again.

Prosciutto

The closet felt tight around you, squished between luxurious coats and your colleague. You had been at a party, masquerading as each other’s dates. The fancy gala was but a front to a highly organised trade. A lot of Passione’s high ranking members were attending, thinking your capo had sent his two representatives to pay respects.

But in actuality you’d both been there on the job. There had been some betrayals and Prosciutto and you were the cleanup crew. But you’d almost been found out. Before they could, your blond haired companion pushed you into a coat closet filled with the fanciest materials. But it was so. freaking. tight.

Because of the situation you had to wrap your arms around his neck while he held onto your waist. You could feel his hands get warmer by the minute, if it weren't for the lack of light in the tight closet you’d be sure to see his angry scowl covered in blush.

Your breasts were practically shoved into his face, feeling his nervous breaths on your mounds. You couldn’t help but notice how nervous he was getting as time went on. Even teasing him by squishing his hair buns. “Hey stop touching those. My hairspray costs more than your dress, I’ll have you know!” he barked into a whisper.

It only made you laugh silently, the movement of your body only pressing you closer. You were starting to burn up too now, more from the warmth of the coats beside you. “Do you think it’s safe to go out?” you whispered. “No, just a little longer. They like to linger. Stupid drunks.” his hushed voice tickling your chest.

As you readjusted yourself as best as you could, you swear you heard Prosciutto whimper. It was soft but you heard it. Curious and not shy to find out you moved again in the same manner as before. Your tightly spun colleague hissing in reply. “Could you not do that please? Your leg is in a uhh.. special spot.”

“And you’ve practically moved into my cleavage but you don’t hear me moaning about it.” You scoffed in reply. That was the final straw, Prosciutto opened the door to the closet, quickly checked if it was safe and stepped out without helping you. As predicted he looked like an angry cooked lobster about to explode. The sight only making you laugh. Wait, did his pants get tighter... or is he just happy to see you?

Melone

Illuso forcefully pushed you into the to the small indent in the wall behind some curtains that reach all the way to the ceiling of the fancy home. Melone and you dangled into each other while Illuso closes the thick curtain before you two. “And be quiet, we can’t get caught. I’ll get you back when it’s safe.” With a big sigh he leaves you two, arms twisted into each other, faces only a breath away.

“He’s so dreamy, right?” you jabbed at Illuso to the slight lavender haired man in front of you. He huffed out a laugh, remembering all the insults the two have thrown at each other in the past. You’d only just began to notice how close you were to your partner. It was a three person mission this time but Illuso had taken the lead and asked, more like demanded, you two to hide in case of uninvited visitors.

It was the short and boring end of the stick. Although the situation you are in now, wasn’t that boring after all. Melone breathed into your neck unabashed letting out a soft moan. You’d grown used to his advances and didn’t really mind it. He amused you with his weird behaviour so you let him be. His cyan eyes staring at back at you, mischief behind them.

You tapped your foot impatiently against the floor doing your best not to make too much noise. “Why so tense bella? Is it me?” Melone playfully asked, something of a seductive tone behind his voice. He picked up a strand of hair that was resting against the side of your face, playing with it between his fingers. “No. I just want to get this over with.” you huffed in annoyance. “Well then, I’ll make it a little more enjoyable mhh.” he purred into your neck as he leaned in to kiss it. His soft lips pecking into your sensitive skin, moving to your collarbone.

Somewhat surprised at his forwardness but enjoying it none the less, you snaked your arm around his waist to pull him closer. You wanted to see how far this could go. You could feel him smile against your skin while he kissed it, knowing that his actions were allowed. His ministrations only going further, he made his way lazily onto your chest. Kissing along the edge of your top, his hands exploring the rest of your body. A stifled moan coming from you as he squeezed your behind.

Oh you didn’t mind at all. Your hands had also not been keeping still, roaming his hips and toned behind as well. Melone gently pulled away from your skin giving you a hungry look. He looked about ready to pounce. You returned the look letting him know this was happening. With a sly grin he moved to his knees, now gently holding onto your hips pecking soft kisses into your stomach.

He was on his way downward when the thick curtain swung back open. Illuso standing there, arms crossed with an unamused look. “You have got to be fucking kidding me! Now? Really?” he huffed out. Melone tutted while standing back up, no shame in getting caught. You felt yourself blush a little, trying to hide it behind a nervous smile. “Guess we’ll have to continue at a later time, unless you don’t mind watching Illuso?” Melone retorted. You smacked his head in response, still not sure if you’d be able to continue this little situation at a later time.

Mista

“Is it... because there’s four pigeons on that bench over there?” you asked in a singsongy tone. “No.” Mista replied in annoyance while sighing. “And stop guessing, it has nothing to do with THAT number. Stop saying it, it’s making me even more nervous.” he scolded you.

While waiting for the rest of your team to arrive, Mista and you got into a bit of a sticky situation. While out on a mission you got attacked by a standuser who had frozen you two in quite an unfortunate position so they could get away. Mista had fallen on top of you, his hands still holding onto you back, his cheek right beside yours as his body loomed over you. The stand’s attack was wearing off slowly but you definitely needed your team’s help.

Mista had been acting very nervous and you were trying to pull the answer out of him to no avail. “Are your arms getting tired maybe?” you tried one last time. “Yea sure, it’s my arms.” he sighed not even convinced of his own answer. You were on the receiving end of a more fortunate position. Just lounging underneath your colleague, enjoying the view of the sky.

Your warm cheeks were pressed together offering a bit of warmth, a chilly wind had been blowing all day causing the rest of your bodies to grow goosebumps. “I’m getting kind of hungry, you?” you tried to fill the silence. “Stop talking please.” Mista sounded like he was practically pleading. “Tell me why you’re so nervous and I’ll shut up till the others arrive.” you retorted confidently.

It was the longest sigh you ever heard come out of someone. Why was he dreading this so much? Was he in that bad of a position? Finally after the deep long sigh and some convincing on his side Mista finally spoke. “Every time you talk your boobs rub on my chest and it feels good ok! I’m not trying to be inappropriate but you smell nice and you’re pretty but still my teammate. I’m just... trying to keep myself calm and it’s hard when you keep talking and rubbing all over me!”

You let out a chuckle in response, wow. That was more than you ever thought there was going on at this moment. You felt a little bad for teasing him with all those questions but satisfied that he said those nice things about you. “Well... don’t you have an answer?” Mista nervously asked. “I thought I was supposed to shut up from now on?” you whispered in amusement. Get ready for the longest annoyed groan ever. When did Giorno say they were coming to pick you up again?

Bruno

While waiting for your mission to start and looking out for the guy you’d be meeting up with, your capo and you had been standing in an indent of a building down the dark alley you had stated as your meeting place. Your guest was late and the position you were in was growing a little uncomfortable since your legs were hurting from standing in one place for so long.

Bruno was squished against the back of the indent, letting you stand in front of him with his arms clasped around your middle. This was the only way that you weren’t showing yourselves if anyone other than the guy you were meeting would enter the alley. Your stand was out on top of a building above as a lookout.

It was comfortable to be leaning back into Bruno, his chin resting on your shoulder after you told him it was alright. Strangers might even mistake you for a sappy couple hugging in an alley. Comfortably giving off warmth to each other, you’d been silently talking with your capo about your lives, hobbies you missed, funny stories that happened.

A nice glass of wine and some snacks would have made it quite a fun date. But the closeness of your superior served just as well. While moving to lean on your other leg since your feet were hurting your behind rubbed against his groin, a soft sharp inhale coming from the man behind you. “Sorry Bruno, I forgot...” embarrassed and growing more and more red by the second.

It was just that his touch had grown so familiar. Maybe a little too familiar, you felt your thoughts go further and further. The dirtiest parts wanting to feel your capo’s reactions to your movements, his warm breaths in your ear as you hear him enjoy your ministrations, softly calling your name as he comes undone. But before your mind can wander any further Bruno’s hands let go and grip your hips on either side.

His hands holding on firmly, keeping you frozen in position. “You were still doing it.” he softly said, his breath tickling your neck. Shit. Your imagination ran wild and so did your thighs as they rubbed together against him. You weren’t sure if you’d reached the peak of your embarrassment.

It seemed like your meeting partner wasn’t showing up so you called back your stand and moved out of the indent. Finally being able to face your capo, you saw his rosy cheeks and chest. Smiling at his disheveled hair and look. “Here, let me straighten you out.” you said as you carefully put back the stray hairs. You swear you could see him melt into your touch, swallowing deeply as his blue eyes bore into yours.