#i wanted to add a blush or flush around the nose or cheeks just for

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wanted to just draw her as out of all my time in the game it has just been shitposts or quick doodles when doing angela. 100+ on my first run im not even done...

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ℰ. CHASE LOVE HARD ⟡ KISSING THEM IN FRONT OF THEIR MEMBERS

𝗔𝗖𝗧 𝗜𝗩──── 𝗂'𝗆 𝗂𝗇 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗂 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗂 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗇𝖺 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗌𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾

❛ INTRODUC𝓲NG𓈒 日语 enha & fem!rea 8OO ୨୧ established relationship fluff + skinship petnames ⎯⎯ daily clicks

다니⠀⦂⠀ hi i know new work, danielle in her active era ( only for today ..) i locked in for this fic, hope you enjoyed >//<

LEE HEESEUNG

you catch heeseung off guard when you press a quick kiss to his lips, just as he's smiling mid-conversation with jake — and the way he freezes, lips parting, eyes flicking to you like you're the only thing he sees? “do that again,” he whispers, smirks as his arm snakes around your waist, pulling you closer until your chest brushes his. his voice drops, “c’mon, baby, don’t be shy now.” you kiss the corner of his mouth this time, and he turns his head just enough to catch it properly and deepens it—until jake groans behind you, covering his eyes. “seriously? i’m right here.” heeseung just chuckles against your lips. “you can leave,” he says without looking back, too busy stealing another kiss.

PARK JAY

you pressing a soft kiss to his cheek just as he finishes tying your coat, hands lingering at your waist. his eyes go wide for a beat before he melts, like he's holding back a smile, then he turns—half smug, half in love—to the boys nearby and says with absolute sincerity, “did you see how perfect she is?” like he’s just won the damn lottery. you roll your eyes, but he pulls you closer, hand curling at the small of your back. “my angel,” he murmurs, kissing your temple, “my girl.” and even with the others laughing, teasing him, he only grins, proud and gentle, like nothing matters more than showing you off. you swear he looks at you like you hung the moon. and honestly? to jay, you did.

SIM JAKE

you leave a quick kiss and then, like flipping a switch, his playful side kicks in and he whirls around to his members with that grin. “bet none of y’all have a girlfriend who kisses you like that,” he teases, arms wrapping around your waist like he’s claiming you in front of the entire world. “my pretty girl,” he adds, nuzzling into your neck. “kiss me again, please? for science.” and even when they groan and throw playful jabs, he’s still all cuddly and clingy, absolutely glowing—because yeah, he’s down bad, and he wants everyone to know it.

PARK SUNGHOON

you lean up and kiss him softly but it’s enough to make sunghoon go completely still, jaw tightening as he clears his throat like nothing happened. “hm,” he mutters coolly like he’s unbothered, but you catch the flush climbing up his neck. “that’s it?” you whisper, teasing, and he shoots you a sideways glance, lips twitching like he’s fighting a smile. before he can recover, riki’s already wheezing. “hyung’s blushing, you okay there, romeo?” sunghoon glares but doesn’t deny it, just pulls you closer, resting his chin on your head. “she kissed me, not you. stay mad,” he says smoothly, but the way his thumb rubs gentle circles on your side betrays how soft he’s gone.

KIM SUNOO

you lean in and kiss him gently on the cheek, hands tugging at his sleeves, and sunoo’s whole face lights up like a scene from a romance drama—eyes wide, cheeks blooming pink, lips parting in surprise before curling into the softest, giddiest smile. he mutters under his breath, just loud enough for you to hear, “you’re gonna kill me one day, i swear,” but he’s absolutely beaming, nose scrunching as he tries to hide behind your shoulder. “baby, but not in front of them,” he whines playfully, clinging to your hand. the members snicker, teasing him relentlessly, but he doesn’t let go—he just holds you tighter. “whatever,” he says with a pout. “she loves me. you guys are just jealous.” and honestly, he’s right—because no one glows like sunoo does when it’s you he’s smiling at.

YANG JUNGWON

you press a soft kiss to jungwon’s lips, before the corners of his lips lift into a grin. “oh?” he says, brushing imaginary lint off your jacket like a total show-off. then he starts doing the most—fixing your hair, adjusting your sleeves, pulling you closer by the waist, tossing little “you look so pretty today, baby” comments left and right just to get another kiss. and when you do kiss him again, he beams so hard it’s actually embarrassing. “see that?” he turns to his members, absolutely glowing. “she can’t resist me.” they’re all fake gagging, like “hyung, who is this guy?” but he just laughs, holding your hand tighter, totally unbothered. “get used to it,” he says with a shrug, still looking at you like you hung the stars. yeah, jungwon’s so in love and he wants the world to know.

NISHIMURA RIKI

you lean in and steal a kiss right on his cheek, and riki freezes mid-sentence, blinking like his brain just short-circuited. he tries so hard to play it cool, arms crossed, head tilted with his best unimpressed face, but his ears are burning red and there’s the tiniest smile tugging at his lips. “you can’t just do that in front of them,” he mutters, pretending to be mad—but his voice cracks at the end, and sunghoon’s already laughing. “look at him, he’s GONE,” jay teases, and riki groans, burying his face in your shoulder to hide the way he’s grinning like a fool. “stop laughing,” he whines, wrapping his arms around you like a shield. “my angel's obsessed with me, what do you want me to do?” he adds, sneaking a glance at you like he already wants another kiss. he’s so gone for you and everyone knows it.

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Nerd!armin x reader

"do you want popcorn?"

Armin looked back at you from the couch, "as long as you dont add a whole spoonful of salt like last time" he physically cringes reminiscing on the taste of pure salt on his tongue, "hey that was an accident!" you screech out from the kitchen grabbing a pan to make the popcorn.

You flop down on the couch right next to him with a bowl full, "what do you wanna watch?" you say throwing your legs over his lap, leaning on the armrest of the couch,

"lets watch that anime we've been talking about" armin places a hand over your bare thighs,

As close as you guys were, his touch always gave you goosebumps, you gulp a bit heat flushing to your face grabbing the remote

The movie was just white noise to you, you couldn't seem to keep concentrated on the movie, he seemed to be a better subject of your attention. The blue light from the tv Illuminating on his face, his blonde hair that was a little too long looked so soft when it was down unstyled, you wanted to pull on it. But the thing that you found the most interesting about him was that silver piece of metal in his mouth. It had been quite a surprise to you when you found out he had a tongue piercing, always wondered what he could do with it, what a contrast to his personality.

"Is something bothering you?" his soft voice broke you out of your trance, it appears you were admiring him not so subtly, "o-oh no its nothing" your eyes flicker down from him for the first time since the movie started, he raises an eyebrow at you, "are you sure? I seem to be a lot more interesting to you then the movie", he tilts his head towards you the hand on your thigh wrapping around it, your cheeks heat up at that comment.

"I was just...wondering" you shyly mutter a bit, be stays silent urging you to continue, "have you ever put that piercing to use?" your voice decreased in volume barely heard over the tv, he seemed to be a bit caught off gaurd by your question mouth gaping a bit exposing the shimmer of said piercing.

"-what you mean like?" he pauses mid sentence to bring his hand up pushing his tongue in his cheek doing a motion, your blush deepens at the implication, "no! well kinda? you know what I mean" you look away unable to look at him in the eyes talking about the vulgar topic.

he pauses for a bit, the corner of his lips turning up,

"well wouldn't you like to know?" he says smugly, the hand on your thigh slowly inching towards your inner thighs,

"I was just curious..." with how shy you had gotten you wondered where you'd even got the confidence to ask in the first place,

"I could show you how I use it"

your brain stopped working.

you give him a blank expression, thinking he's just joking,

Oh. He was dead serious.

You stayed quiet so he took the initiative by moving his position a bit going inbetween your legs hovering over you, one hand on each side of your head, he looked so beautiful like this, his glasses were slipping off his nose

"tell me to stop if you want me to" he leaned down a bit hesitantly, looking in your eyes, you nodded allowing him to go forth with his actions, he kissed you.

His lips felt soft, he tasted swiftly of coffee, your arms wrap around his neck finally getting to tug on his blonde locks. He sighs against your lips at the feeling of your fingers wrapping around the roots of his hair, you pull him in closer deepening the kiss, his tongue slips past your lips coming in contact with your tongue, his piercing was tempting, you wanted to bite on it, would it hurt? too bad you were a bit sadistic

you tugged on it, he whimpers in response, he moans like a whore.

Slender cold fingers wrap around your throat pulling away with a smack, a string of saliva connecting both your lips, he looks at you dazed looking at you up and down in a way that makes a pool of wetness drip onto your panties,

He dips his head into your neck, his hair tickling your skin, he leaves open mouth wet kisses down your neck, making sure you feel the piercing when he does it, he sucks on your collarbones his teeth slightly grazing you, maybe you were a slut for pain as well.

You couldnt help the little noises you were making at how intense it all felt, his fingers slip over your jaw right into your mouth muffling your noises,

You feel him moving down, lower, he takes his fingers out of your mouth, the same fingers slipping into the waistband of your shorts taking them off,

"you're so wet" he says it more to himself, you couldn't help but feel embarrassed

His hands wrap around your thighs, his head lowering down, kissing your inner thighs looking up at you through his lashes, keeping direct eye contact before he sticks his tongue out licking a stripe right up your cunt flashing the piercing, your eyes droop a bit, your skin felt on fire from the unbelievable amount of heat you were feeling, you couldn't believe your eyes

he tugs your panties off stopping to admire you a bit, before looking up at you and grinning at you, he gathers spit in his mouth and drools it down onto you, using his fingers to rub it over your pussy and moving in to suck on your clit, the harsh sucking making squelching noises,

You've never felt such ecstasy before, your eyes roll to the back of your head, biting down on your lips quivering uncontrollably, his tongue circles around your clit before going back to sucking drooling all over you, soaking up the couch but neither of you really give a shit, the metal ball in his mouth feels so cold in contrast to his hot tongue it made you feel overwhelmed, tears forming in your eyes

"ngh- armin.." he was already painfully hard, hearing you moan out his name almost made him cum in his pants, it urged him to go faster licking you messy,

Your hands tangle in his hair pulling on it smothering his face in your pussy, you were trying so hard not to clamp your thighs around his head, not that he would mind.

You could feel yourself getting lightheaded, your thighs shaking, you were close. He circles your hole with two fingers before pushing it in while still sucking on you, you bring one hand up to your face to bite on it in attempts to stifle your loud moans,

"mh look at me..eye contact" he muffles lowly, and you did, it was so filthy. The lewd noises from his mouth, his glasses were all fogged up, and his fingers were sliding in and out of you, embarrassingly easily due to how wet you were

"m-mhpf i-im gonna cum" he speeds up his fingers, spitting on your cunt before suckling on it, you saw stars, you couldn't stop shaking, he moans against you at the taste of you that sends you over a edge, dripping all over his wrists

You were so sensitive, he kept licking up at you, so you pushed on his head, then he finally pulled away, he took his fingers out looking at you while slipping them into his mouth, making the most lewd expression you've ever seen him make while tasting you

You lie there breathless

He gives you a smug look pushing his glasses up his nose, caressing your cheek with his fingers

"guess that answers you question"

That armin fanart unleashed the armin fans🛐 Idk this seems a little too fast paced, I suck at writing details tho💔

Art creds: @musapylsa

[httpsdana]

Can you write one where reader LOVE Kenan's smile and can't help but kiss all his face everytime he smile. He always get shy but adore when she does this so he bury his head on her neck and ask for more kisses when she stop (also can you add her squeezing his cheeks and giving pecks on his lips)

Dimples Bloom~Kenan Yildiz

・❥・ prompt list

・❥・masterlist -> part 2

・❥・who I write for

・❥・a/n: im literally so obsessed with his smile and dimples he's so cute wtf 💔

Kenan’s laugh filled the quiet room. It was soft and breathy. The kind that came from deep in his chest, the kind that made her heart melt.

They were curled up together on the couch, legs tangled with a blanket thrown over the both of them, and his phone forgotten somewhere between the cushions.

He had just told a silly story from training. Something about a teammate tripping over a cone and the way his eyes crinkled and his dimples popped out had her falling for him all over again.

“Oh my god,” she whispered, looking at him like he just hung the stars in the sky.

Kenan raised an eyebrow, still giggling. “What?”

She sat up slightly, cupping his face with both hands. “You’re so cute when you laugh, it’s actually unfair.”

His cheeks flushed pink immediately. He always tried to play it cool, but compliments from her turned him into the shyest boy alive.

Before he could even respond, she leaned in and kissed the dimple on his right cheek, then the one on the left, then the tip of his nose, his forehead, the corner of his mouth. She could feel his blush deepen under her lips.

“Baby,” he mumbled, flustered, hiding his smile behind his hand.

She gently tugged his hand away and gave him a soft peck on his lips. “don't hide. I wanna see that smile.”

He tried to look away, but she caught his cheeks between her palms and squished them lightly giggling slightly. “Stop being so cute, I’m trying to stay sane here.”

“You’re not sane,” he muttered with a small grin, cheeks still squished. “You’re obsessed with my face.”

“Can you blame me?” she said as she leaned in again, pressing another kiss to the dimple that had reappeared the moment he smiled. “This is my favorite part of you. Right here. Cutest dimples in the world.”

Kenan groaned softly and dropped his head onto her shoulder, burying his face into her neck. “You’re making me blush…”

She smiled, hugging him closer as her fingers played with the hair at the nape of his neck.

He didn’t pull away. In fact, he curled into her even more, his arms wrapped tightly around her waist . His voice came out muffled and soft, brushing against her skin as he spoke.

“You stopped…” he whispered.

She blinked confused. “Stopped what?”

“The kisses…” His voice was almost a whine now. “Give me more…please"

Her heart flipped at how needy he sounded. Her clingy and blushing boy who could never get enough of her kisses

She laughed softly and tilted his chin up so she could see his face again. “You want more kisses?”

He nodded, eyes wide and pleading, cheeks flushed a warm pink.

She didn’t hesitate before she kissed his cheeks again, then his forehead, his temples, his nose, and finally his lips. Softly and repeatedly, until he was smiling against her mouth, melting into every single peck.

He pulled her onto his lap, arms tight around her waist like he never wanted her to leave, and rested his head against her chest.

“I love when you spoil me,” he murmured.

“So do I,” she whispered, running her fingers through his hair. “You and that smile of yours? I’ll never get enough of those,”

He looked up at her, his smile bright and eyes soft.

“Then I’ll keep smiling just for you.”

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Hello my gorgeous queen Elle (with insane rizz)

I wanted to make a request if thats alright 😛 Could you do one that's just like your recent bllk fic, the one where they find their s/o's jealousy adorable but with the wind breaker boys? I will show up to your house if you add Sakura, Suou, Umemiya and whoever else you like! 😈👅🙏

Thanks for reading!!💖💖

TOOK ME LONG ENOUGH LMAO but here you go!! bllk version here KAJI ART BY @monraggedy HERE!!!

when they find your jealousy adorable

bf wbk x gn!reader. cussing, crack, fluff

sakura haruka

-> being with sakura is a constantly test on your patience and jealous, especially when people comment on his habit of getting flustered around physical intimacy

-> you were getting lunch one day when a couple of girls spotted you (your boyfriend) and took it upon themselves to approach him. “wow. your hair is genuinely so pretty. where did you get it done?” “are you an idol trainee or something?” “can i touch it?”

-> sakura went red at the attention, and the girls took his uncomfortable flush as interest. when one leaned over to touch his head, you took it upon yourself to intervene and smacked her hand away

-> “did he say you could touch him?” “i—“ “get lost before i get a criminal record.” they scamper off, leaving you with your still-blushing boyfriend. “thanks..” “i hate it when people do that. you can defend yourself, you know.” your grumbly tone made his lip quirk. “but it’s cute seeing you jealous.” and now you were the blushing one

suo hayato

-> suo is so fake, and you find it endearing if not a little infuriating, the latter especially when he doesn’t switch from happy boy to fuck right the fuck off when someone gets a little too close

-> you were shopping for shoes when a boy about your age accidentally bumped into you. he immediately apologized, but something changed when he saw your boyfriend. you could practically see cupid’s arrow sticking out of his back as he trailed after you guys, conversing with your smiley, unbothered boyfriend

-> you tried to be subtle at first. “we’re just shopping for shoes.” “babe, how about this section?” “i’m hungry, we should just go.” but this boy was reluctant. he was laying the charms on heavy, even you got a bit blushy at his compliments to suo

-> finally, you had enough when he offered to take suo to lunch. despite you standing right there. your nostrils flamed as you got in his face and said, “that’s my husband, by the way. and we have a child on the way. so back off before i put my hands on you.” he did not make you ask twice

-> “adorable.” suo cooed at the check out. “i’m glad you think so, because i was two seconds away from breaking his face with my fist.” “i didn’t realize we were married.” “yeah, well, surprise. our child is the basil plant on the windowsill.” he kissed your cheek and held your bags on the way out

umemiya hajime

-> you know umemiya would never entertain the idea or being disloyal to you, but he’s so nice. he cares so much, and sometimes he don’t know when to end a conversation. that’s where you come in!

-> “i’m thinking we could start growing pumpkins now and have an event in the fall for the boys!” umemiya lit up when he talked about gardening or furin, and a woman shopping for flowers noticed. she cleared her throat, handing over a pack of pumpkin seeds when you both turned to face here. “i recommend this brand, cutie.”

-> cutie? cutie?! absolutely not. when umemiya let out an awkward chuckle and rubbed his head, you snatched the seeds and placed them back on the shelf before attaching yourself to his arm. “we’ll find our own, thank you very much.”

-> you tugged umemiya away before the lady could retaliate and looked up when you felt his shoulder jiggle. he was laughing. at you! “what?” you pouted, and umemiya pressed a gentle peck to your nose. “nothing. you’re just so cute when you’re jealous.”

kaji ren

-> a girl on the bus had been looking at his mouth way too long for your liking

-> kaji had his eyes closed, head tipped back slightly, and headphones on as he mindlessly swirled a lollipop. he was minding his business, escorting you home from school, yet this girl would not pull her eyes away from him

-> when kaji swallowed and the girl blushed, you stood up. “can you stop eye-fucking my boyfriend? it’s seriously gross.” the girl ran to the opposite side of the train so fast you would have been impressed if you weren’t so disgusted by her shamelessness

-> only when you dropped back into your seat did kaji peek an eye at you. he grinned at your flushed and agitated face. “cute.” “me defending your honor is cute?” “you getting jealous enough to want to defend my honor is cute.” you humphed but didn’t pull away when he slipped his hand into yours and held it the rest of the ride home

togame jo

-> he’s all patient glances and soft smiles when you drag him around the grocery store, not-so-subtly dodging the employee who cannot keep her eyes to herself

-> you notice her in the produce section. the frozen section. the snack section. it feels like she’s everywhere, and it makes your blood boil

-> as togame distracts himself with some shrimp snacks, you give him a gentle nudge and announce that you’re going to grab something from another section. you don’t notice him following as you hunt for the employee who can’t mind her business

-> “can you not see that we’re clearly together? keep stalking my boyfriend and i’ll go full karen on your ass, i promise.” you spun away from her shocked face and directly into your boyfriend’s chest. “oh! hi, babe.”

-> he squeezed your shoulder. “that was adorable. ‘full karen.’ i’m shivered, my love.” you gave him a playful whack on the shoulder and let him drag you back to the snack section. “you don’t have to be jealous, though. i only have eyes on you.” “ooh, you want to kiss me so bad.” so he does <3

[lucy-literates]

could you write smut for arthur leclerc where arthur is the sub?

A/N: Absolutely. I made this one short and (not so) sweet. Enjoy!

Good Boy

The door barely clicked shut behind you before Arthur was on you—sweaty hair still damp under his cap, race suit half unzipped, cheeks flushed with the thrill of the win and the adrenaline that hadn’t yet worn off.

You laughed against his lips, catching him by the collar of his fireproof top. “Did you even shower, Leclerc?”

“Non,” he murmured, kissing along your jaw, “wasn’t thinking about that.”

You guided him backward until the backs of his knees hit the bed, hands sliding up under his shirt to feel his warm, twitching abs. “You were thinking about this instead?”

He nodded, pupils wide, mouth already parting as you gently pushed him down onto the sheets.

“Lie back, baby. Let me take care of you tonight.” You crawled over him slowly, like a prize of your own, the kind he didn’t have to fight to earn. “You did so well today.”

That got him. His hips twitched under you as he blushed hard, head tipping back with a breathy noise. Praise always got to him—it melted him like nothing else.

“You watched?”

“Every lap,” you said, kissing the corner of his mouth, “You looked so good in that car. Focused. Confident. In control.” You smirked. “Now you’re gonna let me take control, yeah?”

He whimpered.

You worked the rest of his suit down slowly, hands roaming over every part of him like he was made of something rare and precious. You kissed down his chest, soft and slow, making him squirm and whine.

“Look at you,” you whispered. “Already so hard. Just from me telling you how proud I am?”

He nodded desperately. “Y-Yeah. Please—”

“Please what?”

“Please touch me.”

You hummed, stroking a hand down his thigh before gently wrapping your fingers around his cock. He bucked up into your palm with a gasp.

“There you go, baby. Good boy,” you whispered.

He let out a shaky moan, hands fisting the sheets like your praise alone could undo him.

You took your time with him—stroking, kissing, whispering how proud you were, how gorgeous he looked like this, trembling under your touch. And when you finally sank down onto him, riding him slow, his eyes rolled back.

“You feel so good, Arthur,” you panted. “Taking me so well. Such a good boy.”

He was close—whining now, trying not to come too soon, trying to be good for you. You leaned down, kissed him deep, and whispered against his lips: “Come for me, sweetheart.”

He shattered—trembling under you, voice breaking in a whimper of your name as he spilled into you, clinging to your hips like you were the only solid thing left in the world.

You rode it out slow, kissed his flushed cheek, his nose, his lips.

“Still with me?” you murmured, brushing the sweaty curls from his forehead.

“Mmm,” he hummed, eyes hazy. “Best podium celebration ever.”

You laughed and kissed him again. “You earned it, champ.”

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it's the thought that counts

various SakaDays dudes x gn!Reader SFW, clothing implied but never assumed Yumi (seikoo_11) sent me a very sweet message and idea! Gaku and Nagumo were all her, but I wanted to add all the other dudes on my mind because they all deserve love~! Banner img from some SAO game art thing. 🎄🎁 Happy SakaHoliDays to all~! ✨🎉

The holidays were a time for surprises, and you had cooked up the ultimate one for your SakaDays dude.

Decked out in ribbons, you struck a playful / seductive pose and announced, "Merry Christmas! I'm your gift!"

The twist? Hidden somewhere beneath the intricate bows and wrappings was an actual present, tailored just for them. The look on their face was priceless as they realized they'd have to unwrap their "gift" piece by piece to uncover the thotful treasure you'd prepared.

What better way to celebrate than with a little fun and a lot of love?

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Gaku: A game he'd been interested in playing (how did you even notice? he gave no tells.). He unwraps you with a mix of laziness and faux indifference. He teasingly asks if the gift came with any DLC and when you say "Yes" in that particular tone, things heat up.

Nagumo: A box of Pocky tucked just out of reach ("Hurry up~" you say, "it's gonna melt!"). Every ribbon undone feels like a playful battle, and by the end, the real gift was the fun of "unwrapping" you - plus, the promise of enjoying the real treat later.

Uzuki: An art instruction book. His cheeks flush as he delicately undoes each bow, mumbling how you're more beautiful than any masterpiece he's seen and could ever dream of illustrating. (You end up redder than he is.)

Shin: A manga volume he's missing. He hesitates, blushing furiously as he fumbles with the ribbons, only to stammer out a heartfelt thank-you after. You can't wait to spoil him some more later, so you decide against spoiling the extra surprises (let's just say it involves checking more things off his list - Shin knows cuz he can read your mind and your smug face).

Shishiba: A luxurious silk tie and tie clip to add to his collection (tell me he doesn't have one of those walk-in closets with lux items encased in glass that he rotates through). He takes his time unwrapping, quietly amused by your boldness, before thanking you with a soft smirk and puts the tie around you to see how you look (with just that on - nothing else).

Hyo: Metal/brass polish. He roars with laughter at the practicality and promises to "shine up" just for you. You tell him he's already dazzling and he glows from your compliment (+ the offer to spoon him afterwards).

Heisuke (+ Piisuke): Bird & boy-friendly snacks. His excitement is infectious, as he grins ear to ear, quickly tearing through the ribbons (somehow tangling you up further before Piisuke helps out) and hugs you like you're the best gift ever.

Natsuki: Spare lithium battery packs for his invisibility suit. He unwraps you with methodical precision, smirking as he asks if this counts as "charging up for later".

Mafuyu: A UV light wand. He's irked at first, carefully untying the ribbons, but the corners of his eyes crinkle and mask shifts slightly when he sees the thoughtful gift. Why's he using it on you--?!

Amane: A personalized activity booklet. His quiet curiosity grows as he unwraps you, and his soft smile is worth every ribbon as he eagerly flips through the pages, memorizing them all instantly. He wants to start ASAP but you remind him that things are closed for the holidays and he blushes ("no no it's okay" god he's adorable).

Kashima: A handwritten IOU on reindeer stationary for a karaoke session. He chortles when he reads it, pulling you close and saying, "I expect a duet." (This would be the perfect time to put the light up Rudolph nose on him.)

Kaji: Hi-fi earplugs and a new, festive trapper hat. He laughs softly, mumbling too quietly about how much he appreciates you and the gift. He doesn't think he could pull it off but you convince him that he'll be the talk of the town and deserves to feel special.

Apart: Instead of wrapping yourself, you take the ribbons and gently wind them around the two of you, pulling him close with a smile. "This way," you say softly, "we won't be apart this Christmas." He melts, flushes, and tightens the ribbons around your shared embrace to nuzzle against you and hide his face (can't even see anything under his messy bangs anyway).

Haruma: He holds onto one end of the ribbon and tells you to spin and unravel yourself. Not in a dominant way (kinda), but in a personal trainer way (sobbing the winter holidays is when we're allowed to potato!). No gift on you, except a signed affidavit witnessed by Uzuki (& Kashima in case it wasn't the right Uzuki) saying that you worked out earlier and deserve something sweet. (Protein-baked goodies aren't half bad tbh, but Haruma would treat you to whatever you love, even the bad macro stuff - you'll burn it off later anywho ;)

Sakamoto (platonic): You've ribbon-wrapped Sakamoto for Aoi, tying a big bow around his belly, slapping it for good measure, with a cheeky grin. "Merry Christmas to the family man!" you declare, shooing him away. You'll watch over the store during the holidays so he can spend time with Aoi and Hana-chan.

Merry Christmas & Eve~! Depending on where you're located~ Artists of all mediums give so much to you and me~ be sure to wish your beloved creators a Happy Holidays~! Want more? Check out my SakaDays Masterlist! 🍑 Comments, reblogs, tags appeachiated~! 🍑

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Extras under the mistletoe 🌿🍒:

Yumi's cutieful art of Nagumo in ribbons *fans self* that I requested. Do you think he'd let you wrap him up too? Oh def yes. THANK YUMI FOR SPARKING THIS POST & GIVE HER ALL THE LOVE + FOLLOW HER ON TWITTER PLEASE AND THANK YOU~!

Kaji's new hat. Call him cute and ask him for a ride~! ;3

I knew I could count on Korean TWT for red-nosed Kashima art. If you see more, please do share~! [adding as I happen upon them: sakori00, No_Eul_0, yant2k]

Also, LOOK AT HIM! PINKY ALL THE WAY UP KASHIMA!!! He prolly sings enka / operatic style. He's as refined as Shishiba but totes it loudly and proudly. (Thank you again, Yumi, for finding the extra!!!)

Tie clip + fancy tie was brought up by Lao (@herringstrait) in passing conversation. They even found this beauty!

¥13,200 for Mr. Fancypants. I bet it's functional too. Shishiba already has a hammerhead shark pin I'm sure he'd appreciate this!

[heavenescent]

‎ . ݁⋆ ۶ৎ ݁˖ . ݁my summer makeup routine (with result pics at the end!)

let me know if you angels would want a youtube video sometime soon so i could better show my makeup routine; i'd love to make one! i'm open to any recommendations, tips, advice, etc. as well!

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but first... skincare!

wash my face (find a good, gentle cleanser for the mornings)

always find a good, gentle cleanser when washing your face in the morning. i know some people's skin just needs a rinse with water, while others need a cleanser to avoid breaking out. for me personally, i use the nu skin 180 cleanser*(read below for more info).

pat my skin dry, no vigorous rubbing! (be gentle to yourself)

i love using a soft, fluffy microfiber face towel to pat myself dry. if you can, i would recommend finding a way to heat or steam the towel to give yourself a mini spa experience in the morning!

apply skincare products (less is more)

while my skin is still slightly damp, i first go in with the wellage real hyaluronic blue ampoule** and lightly slap it into my skin. after a minute or two, i then apply the medicube zero pore one day serum and do the same. after it is fully absorbed, i use the dermaesthetics multi cream as a moisturizer.

never skip sunscreen and sunblock! (the best skincare.)

i use a combination of sunscreen and sunblock everyday, since i'm pretty pale and burn easily. i use the la roche-posay anthelios uv immune 50+ sunscreen first, as it is a chemical sunscreen. after it settles in my skin i go on top with the dermaesthetics uv shield sunscreen protection. this is a physical sunblock and leaves a bit of a white cast, but actually works on me to even out my skin tone! it is also extremely water and sweat resistant, so it stays on all day!

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finally... time for makeup!

extra skin prep if needed (always wait 10 minutes after skincare)

sometimes i brush out my hair, pick out an outfit, or journal while i wait for my skincare to fully absorb into my skin before makeup. if i wait a bit too long, i like to apply some medicube triple collagen serum to add some moisture and tackiness back to my skin! this acts a bit like my primer, and helps my makeup cling to my skin.

foundation... or not? (thin layers > full coverage)

especially for summer, i stick to my laneige neo cushion matte in the shade 21n beige which also has spf 42! if i'm not using my cushion for whatever reason, i use the fenty beauty eaze blurring skin tint in the shade 7.

optional concealer if needed! (only for brightening or blemishes)

i usually don't wear concealer, but if i do it's either nars radiant creamy concealer in the shade 1 chantilly, or hourglass vanish airbrush concealer in the shade 2.5.

bronze! (add some dimension to your base!)

bronzer is my best friend as someone that doesn't tan easily. i use the sephora collection matte bronzer powder in shade 01 golden gateway. i use this as a general bronzer around the face, but also to help contour my nose tip and bridge.

blush! (my FAVORITE step!)

part one of my blush: i apply my blush right by my undereyes and concentrate it in the centers of my cheeks, then blend with a large kabuki brush. i either use the milk makeup cooling water jelly tint in shade burst - poppy pink (in which case i blend out with my fingers so it isn't too streaky), or a dot of the flower knows strawberry cupid all day glow liquid blush in shade s03 pink gemstone. i like to look flushed from temple to temple, almost like a faint sunburn. i also apply excess blush to the tip of my nose, my forehead, and my chin!

part two of my blush: i set everywhere with blush (and concealer) with the flower knows strawberry rococo embossed blush in shade 01 angel chanson. this adds just a bit more color and sets everything!

doll up, doll eyes (the most tedious part of my routine)

eyelashes: as someone with straight, stubborn asian lashes, i hold a lighter to the shiseido eyelash curler to heat up the cushion and better curl my lashes. after they're properly curled from root to tip, i go in with the judydoll 3d curling eyelash iron mascara a.k.a. the best mascara ever made. i concentrate the application from the roots to where the lash starts to curl upwards for the first coat. the second and third coats focus more on length, volume, and separating the lashes to my liking. this will stay ALL DAY.

eyeliner: i've gotten pretty good at my straight, slightly angled wing eyeliner so this step doesn't take me long at all. i do two quick lines with either the sephora collection hot line brush waterproof liquid eyeliner or the nyx epic ink waterproof liquid eyeliner. always brush tip over felt tip, and especially over pencils.

lips! (honestly a rare step)

i either lightly line with the nyx suede matte lip liner in cannes and blend out into the rest of my lips, or use the skinfoods tomato jelly tint lip in no. 1 cherry tomato and wipe off immediately. to add gloss/shine, i usually use the dhc lip balm.

set it all day (the most important part)

don't forget this is for summer, angels! i go straight in with the fenty beauty invisimatte instant setting + blotting powder, then douse myself with the urban decay all nighter setting spray. it doesn't end there. after that dries down, i lock it in with the one size on 'til dawn setting spray and try not to inhale. if you're feeling extra whimsical, use the new one with glitter in it!

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final look (& face reveal):

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thank you for reading angels ⭑.ᐟ

let me know by interacting, commenting, or messaging me if you would ever like a more in-depth video for my everyday makeup. i could even make personalized ones for your individual questions, just reach out! and if you haven't heard it yet today, i'm proud of you!

love, kate

*it would feel wrong to not mention this so: nu skin is a known mlm; i do not purchase from any of these distributors nor do i support this company model! i get products for free from corporate employees, NOT independent distributors. while this product works the best for my skin, i do not recommend purchasing. **only use this/hyaluronic products daily if you live in a humid climate since it absorbs moisture, otherwise it will draw the moisture out of your own skin.

[bianquitasworld]

could you do one where dave and reader are watching movies and being all cuddly pretty please?

Rest and Shakespeare

Parings: Dave Lizewski x Reader

A/N: I need this man, sorry for not writing as much I’ve been caught up with studies and work. Sorry I kinda forgot to add the movie part I was so tired when I wrote this. 😥

The day had been a relentless struggle, from the demanding classes at school to the never-ending tasks at work. A grueling exam had left my mind in tatters, the pounding headache and the stress of deadlines had drained every ounce of energy from me. But all I could think about as I made my way towards Dave’s house was the comforting warmth waiting for me in Dave’s arms, being in his presence alone always helped melt all my worries away.

The cold air made a shiver run down my spine, I hug myself to find warmth. I couldn’t help but walk faster as I made my way towards his home, minutes away from being in Dave’s arms and in the comfort of his bedroom while he read some random comic to me that I knew nothing about, the way his eyes would light up when he got excited flipping through the colorful pages, I smile at the thought alone, the way he always held me as I slept, I felt the stress leaving my body already just picturing it.

I sighed in relief as I reached Dave’s home. I barely knocked, I saw the white curtains from his room move around as if someone was just standing there moments ago. I heard hurried footsteps rushing down the stairs. The door was pulled open immediately. Dave greeted me with a wide smile, his cheeks flushed with excitement. His glasses sat slightly askew on the tip of his nose, and he pushed them up with his index finger, his eyes sparkling with warmth and affection.

His clears his throat before speaking and leans against the front door.

“S-Sorry I made you wait for so long, I was doing homework?” His statement sounded more like a question as if he couldn’t think of anything to say. I couldn’t help but smile at him.

“Your homework consists of you watching me through your window?” I tease him, you notice his cheeks turning bright red. I couldn’t decide if it was from the cold air being let in to his house due to the open door or the embarrassment. I shiver from the cold air. “it’s freezing-“ I could hardly finish my sentence before he’s reaching for my hand, pulling me into his home, and shutting his door. I slip off my winter boots.

“My dad isn’t home, we can watch a movie-or or whatever-psh I mean movies are lame-unless you want to watch one then we can-“ Dave’s nervous rambling is a little funny, even if we’ve been together for a while he’s still always nervous and second guessing every word that comes out of his mouth. Especially when he’s around ‘the most beautiful girl he’s ever laid his eyes upon’.

“Dave we can do whatever you want as long as I get to spend time with you i’m happy.” I say softly, tiredness kicking in. truthfully, I just wanted to curl into a cave and hibernate till the next year.

A blush returns to his face and his eyes light up in excitement. “We can go read some-some comics if you’re cool with that because if you aren’t that’s like totally cool.” I hear Dave gulp as he stares at me, his eyes falling upon me.

“Sure, that’s ‘like totally cool’ with me Dave” I say mocking him, if it’s possible his face becomes two shades redder. “Okay-okay no need to get rude” He rolls his eyes. I hurriedly make my way upstairs with Dave’s heavy footsteps following behind, after entering his room I take off the thick winter coat I had on, I can’t help but jump on his bed and crawl under his sheets making a mess of his bed, no care in the world for manners.

Dave plops down beside me with a comic in his hand, he sits up and pulls me against his chest as I wrap my arms around him and throw my leg over his torso.

“You tired baby?” Dave’s voice is soft and caring as he notices the lack of noise coming from his partner. “Exhausted, too many responsibilities and deadlines..” a sigh follows, I feel Dave’s hand slowly caress my head soothingly, he puts his comic on his night stand and lays down fully, allowing himself to be the little spoon. “You’re too pretty to be stressed, allow me to help you relax my princess.” Dave says in a British accent “You’re such a nerd babe, i’m taking those comics and weird movies away from you.”

All that can he heard is an overly dramatic gasp, what a drama queen. “Thou shall not-MHm” I shh him by placing my hand over his mouth. “shh..sleep.”

Dave gives in and smiles against my hand, he slowly pushes it down and mutters “fine, fine, whatever..I was just trying to romance you.”

“Romance me? By talking like Shakespeare?”

“Some people find it charming-“

“Name one person-“

“Okay you know what go to sleep, shhh-“

“No, who finds that cha-”

“Shhhhh you’ve fallen into a deep sleep shhh-“

“Dave I swear-“

“Oh can’t hear you, you’re not talking because you’re in a deep deep slumber-“

“Slumber?? Who even says that?”

“I thought you were tired!?”

“I am!”

“then stop talking”

“You keep talking to me! You know what good night.”

[animamii]

highschoolsweetheart!Eren always asking you out to school dances by performing a Justin Bieber song for you.

It all started in Freshman year biology, the two of you sharing earbuds plugged into your phone. You have your liked songs on shuffle. All basic stuff, some Kanye, My Chemical Romance, The Weeknd. Just things you knew anyone, including Eren, would enjoy. Nothing you'd be embarrassed to play, none of your guilty pleasures. That is until One Time by Justin Bieber starts to blast through the headphones.

Me plus you...

Your cheeks flush, eyes widening as you look straightforward. Refusing to turn to look at Eren, who you can see out of your peripheral vision already looking at you with a smug smirk on his face. A soft snort leaves his nose, and you can feel your face getting hotter and hotter.

"Didn't know you were a Belieber, y/n," he teases, eyes still locked onto the side of your face. You take a deep sigh, your eyes shut as you slowly turn to look at your best friend.

"I grew up listening to him, Eren. Like every other little girl. I'm not a damn Belieber," you muster out, chest still tight from the embarrassment. You knew the situation wasn't that serious, but you and Eren had this will they, won't they situation that you didn't want compromised by your preteen music taste.

"Sure, you aren't," is all Eren says with a snicker and playful shake of his head as he continues to do the classwork. In all honesty you thought he would egg it on even more, continuing to tease and pester you over having 2000's teen pop sensation Justin Drew Bieber in your playlist. But no, the green-eyed boy drops the subject and forgets about it altogether.... right?

A couple months later you sit with your friends at lunch. Sasha downing her burger and school milk as Historia fills you in on some gossip, Ymir chiming in with her pessimistic opinion every so often. All you do is nod and listen, laughing at every snarky remark Ymir adds. The quad is littered with students, at lunch tables, walking around and talking with friends.

"Heyyy y/n please don't hate me for this, but I have to do this or else I'm getting my ass beaten or eaten," Connie shuffles to your lunch table, a good-sized speaker in his hands as he sits in on the table, turning it on.

"Do what??" You ask cluelessly, brows furrowed as you watch Connie plug in his phone and throw a thumbs up at someone. Your eyes follow his gaze, to Jean, who is standing like a damn weirdo next to something hidden out of your sight. Jean nods at Connie and gives a thumbs up back, to which Connie nods back as he presses play on his phone.

"What the hell are these boys doing?" You mumble to yourself until you hear it. That dun, dundun followed by adolescent vocals. Your face turns white, all color drained as you hear young Justin Bieber singing. Turning to Connie, you look at him with that 'What the fuck is going on?!' look he was so used to. All Connie does is nod his head to where Jean stands, with Jean giving you a shit eating grin and a wave. He turns to say something to someone next to him, some kind of signal. And there he is.

Eren freaking Yeager, dressed in a damn gray button up, opened with a black shirt underneath. And somehow some damn purple shoes, just like Justin in the Baby music video. With so much energy he jogs out into the middle of the quad, arm out to you as he lip syncs the opening verse. just shout whenever, and I'll be there. With every word he does the accompanying choreography, which has you wondering just how much effort this boy put into his little stunt. Shuffling his way over to you, his smirk grows as he sees your pink blushed cheeks that you try to hide as you cover the smile that starts to form.

"We're just friends. What are you sayin'?" He places his hands on your shoulders as he sings to you, people in the quad starting to stop and stare as he does those flashy music video jumps and hops Justin does. Ymir points to you two, her laughter drowning under the loud music from the speaker, Connie next to it as he nods his head to the beat and hypes up Eren. Soon Ludacris's part comes on, Eren turning around for a split seconds before spinning to face you once more, sunglasses now on his face as he raps along.

By the time Eren launches into Ludacris's verse, the entire quad has erupted into cheers, laughter, and even a few people pulling out their phones to record. His enthusiasm is nothing short of infectious. He’s moving with the confidence of a boy who knows exactly how ridiculous he looks—and doesn’t care one bit. Anything for you, right?

“Eren, stop!” you shout, though your voice is laced with laughter, and your hands are desperately trying to cover your face. But it’s no use; everyone is staring, and Eren is unstoppable. He drops to his knees dramatically, sunglasses barely clinging to his nose, and grabs your hand like he’s in a cheesy rom-com.

“When I was 13, I had my first love!” he belts, holding your hand up like he’s about to propose. The crowd goes wild. For a glimpse of a second he smirks, a devilish idea popping into his adolescent mind. He starts peppering kisses from your hand and up your arm, causing the girls watching to squeal a bit.

Your friends are no help. Sasha is choking on her burger from laughing too hard, Historia is clutching her sides, and Ymir has fallen over onto the bench, howling like this is the best thing she’s seen all year. Connie is doing some kind of two-step next to the speaker, hyping Eren up like a DJ at a concert. And Jean is just proud that all the practice had paid off, he would have been livid if Eren didn't do what he had taught him.

By the time the song wraps up, Eren’s out of breath but still grinning ear to ear. He tosses his sunglasses aside with a flourish and takes a low, exaggerated bow in front of you. “y/n,” he says loudly enough for the whole quad to hear, “will you do me the honor of being my date to the dance?”

Your face is burning hotter than the sun, but you can’t help but smile. The entire school seems to be waiting for your answer, the chants of “Say yes! Say yes!” growing louder by the second.

“Fine,” you say, trying to sound exasperated, but the grin on your face betrays you. “But you’re lucky I don’t die of secondhand embarrassment before then.”

The quad erupts into applause and cheers as Eren pumps his fist in the air like he just won the lottery. “Let’s gooo!” he shouts, and Connie cranks the volume up for the final chorus of the song, with Eren dramatically singing along one last time. He keeps his arms around you as he sways the both of you back and forth, the biggest grin forming on his face as you start to voluntarily move along with him. As the song ends, he places a sloppy kiss to your cheek. You groan, burying your face in your hands, but deep down, you know you’ll never forget this moment—or Eren’s goofy, fearless way of making you feel like the center of the universe.

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Def gonna make another part to it, didn't know if it was too long or nott. Thought just popped up into my head and I was craving some Eren fluff.

[southtopaz]

PSYCHO KILLER - SCREAM

Summary: in which Iris Morris has to navigate her personal relationships while surviving a psycho.

Warnings: Fem!reader, angst, mention of violence, swearing, Tara Carpenter x Fem reader, multiple parts, slow burn

Word count: +4,5k

A/n: the next 3 chapters won’t follow Scream 6 plot as I wanted to add more storyline to the characters outside of the movies. If you want to read just Scream 6 plot, skip to Part 12. English is not my first language, so I apologize for any grammatical mistake.

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12

Iris wiped down the counter of the bustling coffee shop she worked at, her focus shifting to the door as it swung open. Tara walked in, beaming, and Iris's face lit up with surprise. "What are you doing here?" she exclaimed, stepping around the register.

"I finished earlier today so I thought I'd come visit you! How's your day been?" Tara leaned on the counter, her eyes sparkling with curiosity.

"Extremely busy, talked to way too many people today, my social battery is over". Iris replied, rolling her eyes tiredly. "And don't even get me started on the Karens and the grumpy customers".

Tara laughed a little bit at her distress as she rubbed her shoulder in comfort. "But tell me, What about you?"

"Same old, we learned some things about movie making and then we watched a short film, it was a great day". Tara replied. "I was thinking we could check out that new taco place tonight. You in?"

Iris grinned, her excitement bubbling. "Absolutely!. I can't wait to relax" They exchanged ideas, the hum of the café fading as they planned their evening, savoring the joy of just being together.

Iris wiped her hands on her apron, leaning closer to Tara. "You have no idea how much I needed this surprise," she said, brushing her hand softly against Tara's.

Tara smiled, her voice softening. "I just wanted to see you. How about we get some beers with those tacos?"

"That sounds perfect," Iris replied, her heart fluttering at the thought of their evening. "I think you just made my day ten times better".

Just as Tara opened her mouth to respond, Miles, Iris's coworker, chimed in from the other side of the counter. "Hey, Iris, can you stop flirting with your girlfriend and get back to work?"

Both women flushed, exchanging quick glances. "We're just friends!" Iris blurted, her cheeks burning.

"Well can you and your friend stop flirting with each other and get back to work?".

"... We were not....". Iris paused mid-sentence as she noticed Miles turning away to focus on the coffee machine, oblivious to her response. "Okaaaay," she said with a sheepish smile at Tara. "Can you give me just five minutes? I need to help with the line forming." Tara nodded, a playful glint in her eye, and Iris turned back to her work, stealing glances at her friend as she poured drinks and took orders.

Iris busily attended to the steady stream of customers, exchanging smiles and friendly greeting as she prepared drinks. The shop buzzed with energy until the final customer stepped in.

It was a girl around their age, she had blonde wavy hair that framed her heart-shaped face. Her striking green eyes were bright and expressive and she had a light dusting of freckles across her nose and cheeks, while her confident smile reveals a hint of playfulness. She was pretty and she definitely knew it.

"Hello, what can I get for you?".

The girl, with a confident grin, approached the counter. "Hey there, can I get a caramel macchiato?".

"Sure anything else?"

"That depends, do you want to drink something?" She winked, her flirtation unmistakable.

Iris blushed under this girl's gaze, she wasn't used to this type of attention. She chuckled awkwardly, trying to remain professional. "Just the macchiato then". she replied, glancing at Tara, who stood nearby, her expression darkening with each passing second.

The girl jokingly pouted and then she gave her card. "How come I never saw you here... Iris?". She asked as she tried to read her name tag.

"You probably did, you just don't remember".

"I'm pretty sure I would".

Tara crossed her arms, her jaw tightening as she watched the interaction unfold. Iris turned to start making coffee, but the girl walked around the counter to keep talking to her.

"I'm Ashley, nice to meet you," the blonde said, her smile bright.

"Likewise," Iris replied, trying to remain friendly. Tara felt a surge of annoyance—why was Iris being so nice to this girl?

Finally it seemed that Ashley felt someone sending daggers at her way and she turned around, seeing Tara for the first time and she quickly took notice of the girl's face.

"You guys together?" Ashley asked, raising an eyebrow.

Before Tara could respond, Iris quickly answered, "She's my best friend."

"Oh cool," Ashley said, smirking at Tara, who scoffed in indignation.

"Here's your coffee," Iris said, trying to shift the focus back.

"Thank you, cutie," Ashley said, and Tara almost gagged in disgust. Who even said that these days?

"Would it be too bold of me to give you my number?" The way the blonde leaned in closer made Tara's stomach churn, and she couldn't help but glare, silently willing Iris to step back and focus on her instead.

"I mean, I... sure?" Iris stammered, caught off guard.

Ashley grabbed a napkin and scribbled her number, quickly handing it to Iris. "Don't feel pressure to call me, but I'd really like it if you did." With a final smile, she turned and left, leaving Iris staring at the napkin in surprise.

As Iris turned to wipe the counter once again, she caught Tara's eye and noticed the mix of irritation and sadness on her face.

"What?" Iris asked, noticing Tara's tense expression.

"Nothing. I can't believe you accepted her number," Tara replied, frustration lacing her voice.

"I didn't want to be mean," Iris defended.

"Well, are you going to call her?" Tara shot back.

"I don't know, maybe? I haven't really thought about dating again, but it might be good for me."

Tara lowered her gaze for a moment before meeting Iris's eyes again. "Yeah, who knows?"

"You okay?" Iris asked, puzzled by Tara's sudden shift in mood.

"Yeah, I'm just getting a headache. I'm gonna head home. See you there." Without waiting for a response, Tara turned and left, leaving Iris staring after her, a mix of concern and confusion swirling in her mind.

A few days later, Iris found herself sitting across from Ashley at a trendy little restaurant. The atmosphere was lively, filled with laughter and clinking glasses, but Iris felt a tightness in her chest. She wasn't sure on going on this date but she figured what's the worse that could happen? She needed to move on somehow and maybe going on dates would help her. When she mentioned her date to Sam and Tara, Sam had looked surprised, cautioning her to be careful, while Tara simply told her to have fun before retreating to her room. The sudden shift in Tara's demeanor left Iris feeling confused and slightly hurt as she didn't understand why Tara was suddenly avoiding her.

As the conversation flowed, Iris attempted to focus on Ashley's stories, but her thoughts drifted back to Tara, a constant, unwelcome distraction. Ashley was charming and confident, her laughter infectious, yet each time she leaned in closer, a flicker of doubt ignited within Iris.

The memories of her last relationship flooded back, betrayals that left scars she hadn't fully healed. And she found herself wondering if she could ever go past that. Everytime they laughed she kept thinking if Ashley was going to pull a knife and stab her in the stomach until she realized how insane she was sounding.

"So, what do you like to do for fun?" Ashley asked, her green eyes sparkling with curiosity.

"I, um... I like hanging out with friends," Iris replied, her thoughts drifting to how much she missed Tara's presence. "Especially Tara. She's always up for something fun."

Ashley raised an eyebrow, a hint of annoyance flashing across her face. "Is that the girl from the other day?" At Iris nod of acknowledging, she continued. "Sounds like you really enjoy her company."

Iris bit her lip, realizing she had mentioned Tara too often. "Yeah, she's important to me," she admitted, feeling a pang of guilt.

As the date continued, Iris struggled to engage. She kept imagining Tara's smile, her laughter, and the way she seemed mad at her when she left that night. The connection with Ashley felt forced, and every time she tried to push aside her lingering trust issues, they bubbled back to the surface.

By the time dessert arrived, Iris knew this wasn't working but she continued engaging on the date to not make it worse for the other girl who was clearly trying. When the bill came, Ashley offered to pay but Iris declined as she felt like it was the least she could do, after all, she wasn't really planning on seeing her again.

As they wrapped up the evening, Iris smiled weakly, grateful for Ashley's tries, but deep down, she felt a mix of relief and disappointment.

After their date, Ashley walked Iris home, their footsteps echoing softly against the pavement until they reached her front door.

"This is me," Iris said, managing a weak smile. "Thank you for coming with me."

"It's no problem, really," Ashley replied, stepping closer with a hint of eagerness. "So, I had fun—maybe I can get a kiss?" She leaned in confidently, and in that moment, Iris felt an overwhelming sense of uncertainty. As their lips touched, she felt... nothing. The kiss was light and fleeting, and Iris pulled back almost instinctively, a wave of confusion washing over her.

"I'll see you Ashley". The girl quickly realizing that Iris wasn't going to invite her in, said goodbye and left.

When she stepped into her apartment, the familiar scent hit her, but it did little to lift her spirits. She sighed heavily, letting her purse and jacket tumble onto the sofa, feeling the weight of the world settle on her shoulders. The silence enveloped her as she trudged to her room, her feet dragging across the floor. Sitting on the edge of her bed, she dropped her head into her hands, disappointment curling in her chest.

It wasn't long before the sound of approaching footsteps broke the stillness. She looked up to see Sam standing in the doorway, concern etched across her face.

"Hey, so the date didn't go well? Did she suck?" She asked, trying to inject some levity into the moment.

"She was actually really charming and nice," Iris replied, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Then why do you look like that?" Sam pressed, her brow furrowed with worry.

"I just can't," she murmured, frustration lacing her words.

"Can't what? Have fun on a date? Of course you can."

"Do you have fun on dates?" she shot back, her heart racing.

"I don't go on dates at all," she admitted, her tone somber.

"And why is that?" she asked, sensing the familiar heaviness that hovered between them.

"You know why," she said quietly, their shared history hanging in the air like a ghost.

They both sighed, the sound filled with a shared despair. "Then I guess you also know why I didn't have fun today," she confessed, feeling the sting of her own vulnerability. "She was sweet, and maybe if I didn't carry all this baggage, I could have actually liked her. But I spent the whole night fighting with my thoughts, literally thinking about anything and Ashley was the last thing on my mind."

"What else did you think about?" Sam asked, her gaze piercing yet gentle.

"Just stuff. It doesn't matter," she replied, but they both knew it did.

"I understand that. Are you going to start therapy? You study psychology and yet you don't go," she nudged, a note of concern slipping into her voice.

"I know, I have to. I thought I could do it by myself, but clearly, it's not working," she admitted, shame creeping in.

Sam moved beside her, enveloping her in a tight hug, the kind that felt like a lifeline. "Eventually, we are going to be fine," she whispered, the warmth of her words wrapping around her like a security blanket.

"Aren't you afraid you're never going to love someone again?" she asked, the vulnerability creeping back in.

"It's not something I'm thinking about right now," she replied, though her eyes revealed a deeper turmoil. "But you, Iris, you have to understand that nothing that happened was your fault."

"What if that's the only type of love I'm ever going to get? Toxic and manic?" Her voice trembled, the fear clawing at her insides.

"One day, you're going to find someone who will love you the way you deserve to be loved, warm and healthy," she reassured her, her sincerity grounding her.

"I hope so," she whispered, the hope feeling like a fragile thread.

"Who knows? Maybe it's someone you already know or someone you haven't met yet," she said, a hint of optimism breaking through.

"I'm just scared, Sam. I'm so angry and terrified that I will never love again," she confessed, the tears threatening to spill.

"Don't think like that okay? That love is going to knock on your door one day, and I hope you don't let it go to waste," she replied, her voice unwavering.

"One day, you're going to find it too, you know?" Iris added softly.

"We will see. Now come here," she said, pulling her into another embrace, a moment of solace amidst the storm.

Just then, a knock on the door interrupted their quiet moment. Tara entered, her expression shifting to concern as she assessed the atmosphere.

"Hey, I saw you were here," she said, her eyes flitting between the two. "Are you guys okay?"

Sam stood up to give them space. "Yeah, I'm gonna go to my room. You guys talk," she said, offering a soft smile before slipping outside.

Tara settled next to Iris, who looked at her in surprise. "I thought you didn't want to talk to me," Iris said, her heart racing.

"Why wouldn't I?" Tara murmured, her gaze dropping to the floor, a hint of sadness in her tone.

"I don't know, but I'm glad you're here," Iris said, tentatively reaching for her hand. Their fingers brushed, sending a small spark through her.

"Did you have fun?" Tara asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Not really," Iris admitted, the weight of her disappointment still heavy.

"Why not?" Tara probed gently.

"It turns out I'm too traumatized," Iris laughed quietly, the sound tinged with bitterness. "Also, I just didn't like her."

"Well, she certainly did like you a lot," Tara remarked, a small scoff escaping her lips.

Iris chuckled at that, warmth spreading in her chest. "I don't care. I'd rather be here," she said, her fingers intertwining with Tara's. "With you."

She felt Tara's sharp intake of breath and the way her grip tightened. "I'm glad. I'd rather be here with you too," Tara whispered, her eyes searching Iris's.

Tara leaned in closer, their shoulders brushing, the warmth radiating between them. Iris could feel the soft thud of her heart, an echo of hope. They sat in a comfortable silence, fingers still intertwined, the weight of the past lifting just a little in the warmth of their connection.

Two months had slipped by since that failed night and Iris and Tara had gotten closer than ever. Their friendship had deepened, filled with laughter, late-night talks, and moments that made Iris's heart race. Yet every time the atmosphere turned slightly out of the friendship context—when their hands brushed or their eyes lingered a moment too long—something within Iris would clench, and she would pull away, retreating into her protective shell.

When Iris returned home from work, she felt a sense of excitement bubbling inside her. She had planned a night in with Tara and Sam, as it was her turn to pick a movie and she decided to go with a classic one she knew Tara would love and  she also packed a bag of her favorite snacks. The smell of home assaulted her nostrils as she unlocked the door of their shared aparment. 

Iris stepped inside and paused, taking in the sight of Tara sprawled on the sofa, her hair slightly disheveled and a silly smile on her face as she looked up from her phone. "Hey, girl!" Iris beamed, plopping down beside her, the cushions sinking beneath them. "So, I found the perfect movie for today. It's kinda old, don't know if you know it, but I think you'll love it!"

Tara grimaced slightly, her brow furrowing as she cleared her throat. "Mmm, I can't today."

"Why not? You okay? We can do something else..." Iris's heart sank at the prospect of their plans being changed.

"I have a date," Tara announced.

"What?" Iris's voice rose an octave, disbelief washing over her.

"I have a da—" Tara began, but Iris quickly interrupted "Yeah, yeah, I heard you the first time."

"Since when do you have dates?" Iris emphasized the word "dates," making exaggerated air quotes with her fingers, disbelief and annoyance flooding her senses.

"Since now," Tara replied, her tone nonchalant as she met Iris's gaze.

"But why?" Iris pressed, a knot in her stomach tightening and she didn't really understand why.

"Well, it's easy, Iris. If you want someone to go on a date with you, you just ask them." Tara fixed her with a serious stare. "So he asked me, and I said yes."

"Now why the fuck would you say yes?" Iris stood abruptly, a surge of frustration fueling her actions.

"Why wouldn't I? Maybe going out with someone would do me good." The words felt like a punch to Iris's gut, echoing the same phrase she had given to Tara when she had gone out with Ashley, which only made her blood boil.

"Well, you can't go," Iris declared, as if she had the final word in the matter.

"What the fuck? Of course I can go!" Tara shot back, rising from the sofa as well, the tension in the room palpable.

"No, you can't! It's dangerous! You don't know who this person is! What if he's some random trying to be Ghostface?" Iris's protective instincts were on high alert, her heart racing.

"Bullshit, you didn't think about any of that when you went out with Ashley!" Tara retorted, her frustration matching Iris's.

"It's different," Iris countered, her voice rising as they stared each other down, the atmosphere crackling with unspoken emotions.

"Why?" Tara demanded, her eyes challenging Iris to say something, the air thick with tension.

"What's his name? Do I know him? What does he look like?" Iris fired off a rapid series of questions, anger overtaking her.

"What's up with all these questions?" Tara stood her ground, a mix of irritation and curiosity on her face.

"I'm just asking, that's all! You're still not answering!" Iris felt her pulse quicken.

"This is insane. It almost sounds like you're jealous," Tara said, her voice low and curious, a smirk forming on her lips at the idea. "but that would be impossible, right?"

"Of course it would be impossible, jealous? Me? I'm not jealous! Don't be ridiculous! I'm only asking because I'm worried about your safety! They could be a total creep for all I know!" Iris's emotions spilled out, raw and vulnerable.

"Eee, what's going on?" Both Sam and Mindy appeared from the kitchen, drawn by the rising tension in the room.

"Tara is going out with a potential killer" Iris declared dramatically.

"Iris, what the fuck?" Tara looked incredulous.

"What?" Sam was now fully alert, glancing back and forth between them.

"No one is a potential killer. His name is Drew, and he's Chad's friend from football," Tara clarified, rolling her eyes.

"And? C'mon, Sam, back me up!" Iris implored, frustation creeping into her voice.

Sam hesitated, torn between agreeing with Iris and her sister's firm stance. She sensed the urgency in Iris's eyes but also the pleading look in Tara's expression. Seeing Iris acting so weird about it was definetely something to talk about, maybe this would be the push the girl needed to finally do something. Plus she had a tracking device on Tara, she will be keeping an eye on her. "Okay, go, but you message me all the time, and I'm keeping the tracker," Sam finally relented.

"You still have that tracker? Jesus, Sam," Tara remarked, half-amused, half-annoyed. Sam simply stared at her, unwavering. "Fine."

Iris felt a wave of disbelief wash over her. "So just like that?" She couldn't hide her shock.

"Just like that," Tara affirmed, a mischievous smile playing on her lips as she patted Iris's arm before heading to her room to get ready.

"I can't believe you let her go!" Iris exclaimed, her disbelief bubbling over.

"Well, what did you want me to do? Lock her up in the room?" Sam countered, her brow raised in challenge.

"Yes!" Iris's response came out sharper than intended.

Mindy, who had been watching the entire scene unfold with barely contained laughter, chimed in. "You're so jealous I almost feel sorry for you." she declared, amusement lighting up her face. "But then I remember you are an idiot and I go back to normal".

"For the last time, I'm not jealous!" Iris shot back, her cheeks flushing.

"Saying it ten thousand times doesn't make it true!" Mindy teased, her laughter infectious.

"Fuck off, Mindy, and fuck you too, Sam!" Iris huffed, storming off to her room. "Fucking traitor" She mumbled under her breath. As she slammed the door behind her, she could still hear the sound of their laughter echoing down the hall, only fueling the fire of her annoyance.

Inside her room, Iris paced back and forth, the weight of her emotions crashing over her. She didn't understand what she was feeling but she hated it and she needed it to stop. She tossed her phone onto the bed, staring out the window at the night sky, which seemed to reflect her inner turmoil. The thought of Tara laughing with another person, enjoying a night that could be shared with her, twisted her stomach into knots but she wasn't fucking jealous, she was just worried. Honestly who the hell would name their child Drew?.

Iris lounged on the sofa, the soft fabric cradling her as she flicked through channels mindlessly, the muted glow of the TV casting gentle shadows around the room. She had lost track of time, her thoughts drifting between the day's events and the comforting rhythm of her breathing. Just as she began to feel the weight of solitude, the front door creaked open, and she turned around meeting with Tara who gently waved at her.

Iris's expression went from surprised to concern, it was still too early for her date to be over. "Tara!" Iris jumped up. "You're back already?"

"Yeah, it was... not great," Tara admitted, biting her lip as she approached Iris. "I realized pretty quickly it wasn't what I wanted."

Iris couldn't help but admire Tara as she stepped through the room, the soft glow of the hallway light catching the shimmer of her dress. The deep emerald fabric hugged her curves in all the right places and a delicate silver necklace, adorned with a small, glistening pendant, glinted as she moved, adding a touch of elegance. Tara's hair fell in effortless waves around her shoulders, framing her face beautifully, and Iris felt a swell of admiration, thinking how effortlessly stunning her friend looked, an image that would linger in her mind long after the day ended.

"Oh, that sounds awful. I'm really sorry," Iris said, her voice trailing off as she struggled to find the right words. The tension from earlier still hung in the air, frustration and embarrassment swirling inside her. She had replayed the incident in her mind, and while the anger lingered, it was overshadowed by her embarrassment over her own outburst.

"Na, it's okay. I don't really care," Tara replied, settling onto the couch beside her. She brushed a strand of hair behind her ear, her casual demeanor surprising Iris. "Plus, he wasn't really my type."

Iris couldn't help but chuckle at Tara's attempt at humor. "What's your type then? Muscular guys, blondes?"

Tara paused, her gaze fixed on Iris as if she were analyzing her, weighing her words carefully. "Brunettes with a terrible sense of humor."

"That's oddly specific," Iris laughed, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "Is this the moment you tell me you have a crush on Chad?" She pretended to gag dramatically, eliciting a soft smile from Tara, who continued to gaze at her with an intensity that made Iris's heart flutter.

"Oh yeah, the love of my life," Tara teased, and they both burst into laughter. "Maybe we can watch a movie?"

"You're not tired?" Iris asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Not for you," Tara replied, a soft grin spreading across her face. Iris felt a warm blush creep up her cheeks, so she looked away, nodding in agreement. "Give me five minutes so I can get into my pajamas."

A few minutes later, Tara returned, her comfy sweatpants and oversized tee a stark contrast to her earlier outfit. They settled onto the couch, the soft cushions sinking beneath them as Tara reached for the remote, while Iris pulled a cozy blanket over their laps. As Tara scrolled through the options, Iris found her voice again.

"I'm sorry," Iris blurted out, guilt flooding her system. "I shouldn't have freaked out earlier. I just—"

"No, Iris, it's okay," Tara interrupted, stepping closer. "I get it. You care about me. I just... I didn't expect you to be so upset about me going out with someone."

"But I get it, with everything that happened last year, it's not easy to trust people".

Iris was surprised by Tara's understanding and as she nodded in agreement she couldn't help but feel bad as it felt like she was lying. She just didn't know at who, Tara or herself.

"Still, I'm sorry, it won't happen again".

"Okay, I appreciate it". After a few moments of silence, Tara spoke again, glancing up with a smile. "I found this rom com, thought it might be fun."

"I'm in," They exchanged casual remarks about the movie, the tension from earlier fading away, replaced now by a cozy atmosphere.

As the story unfolded on screen, Iris felt Tara shift closer, their thighs brushing against each other. She glanced at the girl who was utterly absorbed in the film, her eyes bright and animated.

She felt Tara move uncomfortably in the couch just as she brought the blanket closer to her.

"You know you're taking all the blanket away from me," Iris said with a playful grin, her voice light with amusement.

Tara looked at her, a hint of embarrassment creeping into her cheeks. "I'm sorry, I'm cold," she replied, a sheepish smile tugging at her lips, her eyes darting back to the screen.

"Well, come closer then," Iris suggested, her tone inviting.

Iris felt the warmth of Tara's body enveloping her, a soothing presence that made her heart swell. She instinctively draped her arm around Tara, pulling her closer. Tara nestled into her side, letting out a contented sigh that sent a rush of warmth through Iris.

"Is this okay?" Iris asked softly, glancing down at Tara, who was now looking up at her with a smile.

"More than okay," Tara replied, her eyes sparkling.

"You know, if you wanted to cuddle, you could have just asked," Iris said, wiggling her eyebrows. Moments later, she felt a gentle slap on her arm.

"You think you're funny but you're just a little shit"

"Thank you". Iris couldn't help but smile, feeling a wave of affection wash over her.

As the movie progressed, Iris found herself losing track of the plot, completely captivated by the feeling of Tara curled against her. She absentmindedly played with a strand of Tara's hair, twirling it around her fingers, each touch sending tingles down her spine.

Tara shifted slightly, her arm slipping around Iris's waist, pulling her in even closer. The intimacy felt electric, their bodies fitting together like two puzzle pieces. Iris's heart raced as Tara nestled her face into the crook of Iris's neck, breathing in the familiar scent that always calmed her. She found herself lost in thoughts about how Tara had looked for her date, a vision that lingered vividly in her mind. Suddenly, an urge to express her feelings bubbled up within her, and she felt this need to share what she thought.

"You know, I don't really remember the last time I saw you in a dress," Iris said, a teasing smile creeping onto her lips.

"Yeah, it's not really my thing, but I wanted to try something new," Tara replied, laughter spilling from her lips like music, a sound that resonated deep within Iris. "Did I look ridiculous?"

Iris shook her head, her pulse quickening. "I thought you looked beautiful." The words slipped out, filled with sincerity and warmth.

Tara's cheeks turned a soft shade of pink, and she locked eyes with Iris, her expression a mix of surprise and delight. "Really?" she asked, her voice slightly trembling, as if she could hardly believe it.

"Yeah, stunning," Iris replied, her voice barely above a whisper.

Tara didn't say anything else but she reached out , intertwining her fingers with Iris's. As they continued watching the movie, their hands remained clasped, the warmth radiating between them a comforting reminder of their bond.

[lilacskyly]

A God and His Saint (Satoru Gojo x Reader NSFW)

Warnings: NSFW (obviously), 18+ ONLY, MDNI,

Context kind of: This is just part of my OC x Gojo Fic I'm working on, so apologies if it doesn't make full sense. I don't write smut very often so yeah,,,, also my oc before this scene almost got killed so, there's something.

When you both sat down, Gojo instantly pulled you close to him. “G-gojo!! L-let go!!” you exclaimed, giggling a bit. He shook his head before holding you even tighter. 

“In the morning, remind me to get a tracking curse on that bell,” he muttered. 

“On it, boss.” you giggled. Gojo parted from you, still holding on to you. His hands slid down to your waist as he stared into your eyes. He gave you a soft smile, hints of blush stained his cheeks. Moonlight shone through the curtains, reflecting off his hair ever so beautifully. You had to admit, he looked gorgeous. And the way he’s looking at you right now. You swear your heart is going to shoot out of your chest.

“... hey.. Look at me.” Gojo whispered. He brought one of his hands up and placed a finger under your chin, bringing your gaze up to meet his. “... gods…” he muttered, looking at you with longing you couldn’t explain. He seemed to be lost in thought for a moment as you two stared at each other in a peaceful silence. You didn’t notice but he was leaning closer ever so slightly by the second. Soon enough, your noses brushed against each other. W-why does he keep glancing down?? You felt his warm breath on you before he shut his eyes.

“S-sator—?” Before you could finish saying his name, Gojo placed his lips on yours.

Before you could process what was happening, his lips left yours with a tiny peck as a goodbye. Your brain was spinning. He… he just… “... don’t scare me like that again… ‘k?” he whispered, looking at you with almost pleading eyes. 

“S-satoru… I-I…”

“... you don’t need to reciprocate… I just… felt I needed to…” he added on, looking away shyly.

“... c-can you.. Do it again?” you asked, avoiding his gaze. “Y-you don’t need to or anything! It’s ju–”  you quickly tried to add on before Satoru’s lips brushed against yours once more. This time, you wasted no time in reciprocating. You closed your eyes before throwing your arms around Satoru’s neck. You gently kissed him back, afraid that what was happening might go away in an instant if you were too rough. You felt him smirk against the kiss as he pushed himself closer against you. You could feel his heartbeat about to break out of his shirt as your fingers found their way through his powdered locks. Satoru parted from you, his face flushed. You whined a bit before realizing he was laughing softly. 

“Do you really want me that bad?” he teased, eyes widening when you nodded without hesitation. His expression softened tenfold as he brought a hand up to caress your cheek. “... let me indulge you then.” he whispered before his lips crashed into yours. This time, the kiss wasn’t gentle, it was hurried, panicked, desperate. It’s as if Satoru was waiting his whole life to do just this. You found it surprisingly easy to match his intensity as you kissed him back, pulling his head closer. Your mind hazed over as you felt his tongue play with the entrance to your lips. You smiled, not granting him access. Satoru took this as a challenge, one that he knew he’d easily win as soon as he bit your lower lip. It was a gentle bite, unlike the passionate kiss, he was testing you. You caved, it wasn’t long till he slid his tongue into your mouth, exploring every part he could find. With each kiss and taste, he became more and more addicted to you. You don’t know how it happened, but you found yourself pinned against the wall outside his bedroom. Satoru kissed you softly before moving down your jaw and to your neck, placing soft kisses as he searched for your most sensitive spot.

“S-sa..satoru…” you let out, mind fogged over to care that it sounded like a moan. He wasted no time in biting down on your neck, of course he found the good spot his first try. It was in times like these where you forgot about his abilities, his six eyes certainly where finding every place he could further please you. You let out a soft moan when he began sucking on the spot he had just bitten. Gods, he wasn’t letting up. You were sure it would leave a mark, part of you hoped it would last for a good week or so. You felt your cursed technique activate without you thinking, a chain was formed around both of your wrists. Except, this time, it was different. It’s like you could feel what he was feeling. Not just his pain, but his thoughts, his emotions, his sheer bliss at the situation you both found yourselves in. You felt like you were one with him. Gojo peered up at you as you drooled. He smirked, his eyes showing an infinite sea you just wanted to dive in. “S-satoru.. C-can we…?” you begged. You could practically feel his excitement at you asking that.

“Please.”

That’s how you found yourself on Satoru’s bed, him towering over you as he slowly began removing your clothes. First was your shirt, then your pants. He paused to look at you, his eyes twinkling. “... you’re so beautiful…” he muttered as his fingers traced up and down your inner thighs. “My pretty little girl~” he cooed. He trailed kisses along your thighs, causing you to squirm. He left soft nibbles every now and then before you felt his hot breath on your clothed clit. “... i wonder if you taste as sweet as you sound..?” he seemed to think aloud as he moved your panties aside and slid a finger in. Your hands instantly shot up to your mouth to cover up the noises that were hopelessly emanating from you. Gojo, having noticed this, lifted himself to look at you. “Now my sweet, is that really fair?” he asked, plunging another finger into you. You swear you felt tears well up in your eyes. He leaned towards your ear, whispering sweetly into it. “I want to hear you… please, say my name.” he mewed, curling his fingers inside you, making you shiver. 

“G-go…gojo–” you moaned before his lips brushed against yours, a small way to silence you. 

“No more ‘Gojo’ my sweet… call me Satoru from now on..” You nodded vigorously as Gojo took your hands off your face. 

“S-satoru~” 

“Good girl~ Now, again.” he commanded as he slid yet another finger in you.

“S-sa-satoru!! P-please… I..” you panted. 

He took his fingers out before licking them clean and moaning. “Gods… you taste divine..” He licked around your clit, making sure to get every last drop before towering over you once more. “To think… you came just to me….” he muttered. You felt something hard grind against your leg as he began kissing you once more. Your fingers found their way down to his pants, trying hopelessly to pull them off. Gojo giggled at your pathetic attempts. “Does my girl want these pesky things off?” he asked with a smug tone. 

“P-please… Sa-satoru!!” you pleaded. 

He placed a small kiss on your lips, “Just for you my dear saint…”

His pants and underwear were easily thrown aside as he positioned himself over you once more. You studied his form. Despite all the fights he’s been in, there wasn’t a scar on his perfectly toned body. Each aspect of his body seemed to compliment another. You were in the presence of someone divine, a god that came to this earth just for you. You looked down at his cock which twitched with anticipation. He noticed your gaze before clicking his tongue. “My eyes aren’t there my sweet… c’mon, look at me… and just me.” You obeyed him which made him smile. “Good girl~ Now, bite down when it hurts okay?” he said, bringing his neck close enough to where you could bite it as he slowly entered you. His body shook with each inch he pushed inside. You bit down on his neck, trying your best not to hurt him. “F-fuck… baby yo-you could give me s-some slack ya know?” he laughed. “Y-you’re.. So tight…”

“What can I say… I’m just good.” you managed to say as he settled in.

“Okay, that’s it. I’m making you cum again.” 

“Wait huh–!?” you gasped just as he began thrusting within you. He bit his lip in a vain attempt to silence himself. But as soon as your arms wrapped around his torso, pulling him even closer, he couldn’t help but let out a breathy moan. You felt your pussy clench around his dick, making him shake even more. You began to dig your nails into his back, desperately clinging to him as you closed your eyes.

When you opened them, you no longer saw his bedroom. Instead, in its place was a void, the only light was emanating from you both. Your focus snapped back to Gojo as he panted, his eyes crazed. “F-fuck… ba-baby.. I-I’m–”

“P-please…” you begged, pulling him into you even more. Gojo nodded before thrusting even harder in you. Finally, you felt something warm rush through you as he gasped for air, his body still shuddering. You looked up just in time to see a burst of light shoot through the entire void. You closed your eyes to shield them from the brilliant luminance. 

“B-baby…” Gojo moaned as he collapsed onto you, bringing you into a tight hug. You hugged him back as he thanked you endlessly. The void once devoid of life now found itself with a galaxy in its place.

[sweet-self-indulgence]

Would you be able to write either an Erik x reader or Damien x reader smut with a wintery vibe (with somewhat of the same vibe as the Beachy vacay smut you wrote for James?

Love your fics!

Of course! And thank you <3

Turns out I’ve been in the mood to write some longer stuff ( so be warned this is ~4.5k words).

Wintery Vibes

A kind of ‘Getting Together’ fic featuring Erik and all the wonderful things about a winter vacation.

Your breath comes in short gasps, embarrassingly broadcast to your entire traveling party as it clouds in the frigid air.

“Damn, short-stack,” Sam teases from his position behind you, “Do you need me to carry you AND your bag?”

You pull your gloved hand out of your pocket to flip a bird lazily in his direction, earning a chuckle from the luggage-laden incubus. The toe of your boot catches on a rock hidden under the blanket of snow. Steadying hands fly to your elbow and lower back.

“Careful princess!” Erik chides gently from beside you, then adds with a wink, “Remind me not to take you ice-skating. I think you’d fall for me too quickly!”

If your cheeks weren’t already flushed from the cold, you’re sure you’d be blushing furiously.

“Man, you have GOT to cut that cheesy shit out,” Matthew groans a few paces ahead of you, “Noone wants to hear it.”

Your eyes drift back down to your boots, careful to step in Matthew’s footprints in the snow as you trudge up the seemingly ceaseless hill. A spike of irritability shoots through you, When I agreed to go to a cabin in the mountains, I didn’t think I’d have to hike up the damn mountain to get there!

“Just a little further,” Damien calls breathily back towards you. At least he seems affected by the trek as well.

“Sorry, miss,” James adds, “The privacy afforded by this cabin comes at the price of a bit of a walk from the nearest road.”

The word ‘privacy’ wiggles its way into your mind as your attention is drawn to the warmth of the protective hand still hovering near the small of your back.

Damien’s prediction is, of course, accurate as not two minutes later James announces, “Here we are!”

As you look up to take in your surroundings, you have to begrudgingly admit the walk was worth it. Nestled amongst the pine trees is an adorable wood cabin. It backs up to a pristine lake, completely frozen over and perfectly reflecting the neighboring mountains.

Erik stops with you as you take in the view. After a moment he smiles down at you, “Quite the romantic venue, no?”

Before you can even smile back, Sam is shoving his way past Erik, letting your duffle bag hit his brother in the back on his way past, “Give it a rest, will ya?”

Erik’s eyes narrow ever so slightly, his smile suddenly giving the impression of having been painted on. 

The next day starts with simple relaxation. Everyone lounges around the main room, holding steaming cups of coffee  with both hands, blankets draped over shoulders and across laps. At one end of the room, James sticks his nose in a book, valiantly ignoring Sam and Matthew arguing over their board game. You, Damien, and Erik spend the morning piled on the couch watching through the classic VHS collection.

After the second film you get up to stretch, making your way towards the large windows at the back of the cabin. “The lake really is gorgeous”, you muse.

“Something the two of you have in common,” Erik adds quietly as joins you at the window.

 Matthew takes a break from griping with Sam to chime in, “Dude, that’s the worst one yet!”

You just manage to notice the slight tightening around Erik’s eyes before his bangs obscure his face as he leans forward, chuckling lightly. Your heart constricts painfully at the sight, He shouldn’t have to have his mask up in front of his own brothers.

“Let’s go take a closer look!” You grab Erik’s hand and drag him towards the front. You find no resistance, only a confused, and mildly amused, smile as you shove your feet in your boots, slip into your coat, and cram a hat on your head. Erik barely has time to tie his laces before you throw his coat at him.

“What the fuck was tha—” Sam’s complaint is cut off as you close the door behind you.

A great exhale escapes your lips, creating a fog between you and the Incubus, before you start casually strolling towards the lake. “I bet there’s a path circling the lake… can’t see it under all this snow though…” you say in way of explanation.

Erik seems to take the bait, strolling up next to you, “We’ll just have to forge one that’s just for us~”

There’s a brief moment of tension as the final word seems to hang in the air between you.

Us.

It’s as palpable as the clouds of your breath intermingling in the space that separates two bodies. The space is all at once too small and too great.

Us.

Treasured memories play in your mind’s eye. You’ve collected quiet moments shared with Erik where he lets you see glimpses of something fragile he hides deep inside, precious, like gemstones, for their beauty and rarity.

Us.

Your heart beats an erratic rhythm in your chest.

The rigid look returns to his face, “That is—Only if you want to, of course…”

“Yeah! Y-yeah, I mean, I think I’d like to try that.” You manage to force out.

Erik’s perfectly composed face cracks around the edges as he breaks into a huge smile. The sight sets a swarm of butterflies loose in your stomach.

Wordlessly, the two of you start wandering around the lake.

At first the atmosphere is awkward; the only noise is the sound of lightly crunching snow. However, the scenery provides a pleasant distraction, and the atmosphere soon melts into amicable chatter. Together you ponder the frozen lake, the crips mountain air, and the tiny paw prints you find in the snow,

As your gaze wanders up towards the clouds you notice the beginnings of a flurry.

“Erik, look! It’s snowing!”

The incubus tilts his head up. Your breath catches at the sight of him. He looks stunning in the bright afternoon light, framed by the snow and the mountains.

After a few moments his eyes slide over to you and you snap out of your daze and return your attention to the sky.

“There’s nothing like this in the demon world.” Erik sates suddenly. ‘There’s so little of great beauty, and even fewer people who would stop to appreciate it.”

You hum in gentle acknowledgement and shuffle closer to lean your head against his shoulder. After another few moments of quiet contemplation Erik asks, “Can I show you something?”

“Hmm? Sure.”

Erik wraps an arm around your shoulder, placing two fingers gently on your temple, “I think you’ll enjoy seeing the snowfall through demon eyes.”

A brief moment of dizziness forces you to close your eyes. When you open them again, the sight takes your breath away.

The world seems brighter. The snow falls in slow-motion. You’re able to focus on each individual snowflake and admire  how the light reflects off each unique crystalline structure.

“Oh wow”, you’re finally able to whisper under your breath, utterly transfixed.

Your temples suddenly feel cold as Erik removes his hands. You blink and the world returns to normal.

“That—that was incredible! How can you focus any anything when you can see everything all at once like that?!” Excitement pushes the word quickly out of your mouth.

“With training,” Erik replies simply, before seeming to remember something, “But it does take a little bit of magic to enhance the senses.”

“Can you really spare the energy?” you ask with a small frown.

“Beauty is always a worthwhile pursuit.” Erik’s hands return to brush your hair gently behind your ear. As ever, his implications make you blush.

You push aside the knee-jerk embarrassment and embrace the molten feeling forming near your stomach. “Still,  I’d like to repay your kindness.”

“Princess, you don’t—”

Your hands fist the collar of his coat, dragging his face to your level. Your lips are on his before he can protest.

It’s a short kiss. At first Erik is too surprised to respond, then he moves his lips against yours for just a moment before straightening up with a sputter. “P-princess! You don’t—I didn’t show you so that you’d—”

I’ve heard enough lectures about giving my energy away. You  suddenly decide.

“I know!” You interrupt Erik loudly. Then, more gently, you add, “I know…” while your hand snakes from his collar around to the back of his head.

The change in Erik’s face is instantaneous. The two of you are pulled together as if by some magnetic force. You have no chance of escaping, and no desire to.

Erik’s lips move softly against your own, continuing to fuel the molten heat in your center. Your hands tangle in his hair as he presses against your back, pulling you firmly into him. The heat of the kiss steadily increases until his tongue sliding inside your mouth causes you to moan loudly.

The noise startles a flock of birds into flight, and you jump away from the incubus in surprise.

You take stock of your rapid breathing and flushed face, Why am I so worked up? It’s hardly my first kiss with him?

Erik laughs lightly, “Perhaps we should follow the birds’ lead and keep moving.”

“Uh… yeah” you manage to agree.

An embarrassed silence falls as you continue down the path. Erik is slightly ahead of you, his face unreadable.

The halfway point is marked by a simple wooden dock. You stop and stare at the cabin, just a low rectangle with a billowing chimney from this distance.

Erik stops beside you and follows your line of sight, “Is it everything you hoped for?”

Somehow, his words feel weighed down by a multitude of meanings.

“James really outdid himself. This place is so…” You fumble to find an adjective, not wanting to provide Erik with easy ammunition for another barrage of compliments, “… private.”

The word from yesterday springs from your lips unbidden, and you feel heat spread across your cheeks.

“That it is.” Erik takes a step closer, “Although, I can’t let my brother take all the credit.”

“Oh?” you turn towards him, raising an eyebrow.

“James’ initial idea involved staying in one of the chalets near the ski resort. I was the one who found something, more… private.” His hand comes to your cheek.

You lean into his touch and take half a step forward, “Aren’t you a clever incubus? Did you plan this all out?”

“I seem to recall a certain someone pulling me bodily outside!” Erik chuckles a little at your deepening blush before continuing, “Not plan so much as, hope.”

“What is it you hope for?”

“You,” Erik breaths immediately, “I wanted a chance to talk to you, about something important.”

You can only nod as your heart catches in your throat, urging Erik on despite your nerves.

“Princess, I, I wanted you to know that you’re the only one. You’re so important to me.” He paused to take a deep breath, “I know I can come across as fake, but I promise your love is all I desire.”

Erik may have planned to say more, but you cut him off, “You have it.”

The world is suddenly moving in slow-motion, without the aid of demon magic. As you stretch on your tip toes, Erik leans down. His hand on your face guides your chin up to meet him.

The kiss is breathtakingly soft and sweet. While the earlier kiss was governed by an uncontrollable speed, this one is all slow and steady as you savor everything about Erik. The molten feeling remains, but it smolders calmly instead of churning violently.

Your world is consumed by the incubus for what feel like both mere moments and simultaneously many, many hours. The familiar pull of enthrallment is noticeably absent; instead of using magic, Erik pulls you into him with gentle fingers at your jaw.

A violent shiver suddenly runs through you, forcing you to pull, slightly, away from Erik.

“Are you all right, Princess?” Erik asks quietly.

You nod, “A little cold maybe. We’ve been—uh—here for a while now.”

You blush as you fumble over the words but manage to keep eye contact with Erik and you share a sincere smile.

“Well! That is simply unacceptable!” Erik feigns outrage on your behalf as his hands clasp yours.

His voice lowers seductively as he adds, “Come here and let me warm you with my body.”

His antics have at least warmed your cheeks as you stare at where his hands are wrapped around yours, your face beat-red. Erik chuckles at your reaction and guides your hands into his open coat to wrap around his middle.

The inside of Erik’s coat is quite warm, and you snuggle eagerly into the hug to better enjoy it. As your place your cheek on his chest you mumble, “I guess a demon boyfriend is good for something.”

The smile on Erik’s face pours into his words as he wraps his arms around you and presses his face into the top of your head, “My sweet, I’d travel all the planes if it suited your whim!”

A giggle escapes you as you squeeze Erik tighter, “That’s a bit dramatic! If  you’re off exploring the planes, then who’s going to keep me entertained?~”

You’re grateful that Erik can’t see your face as the shock of your own flirtatious tone surprises you. It seems two impassioned kisses are enough for your desires to spill out of your mouth unchecked.

“Oh?” The husky tones of Erik’s voice send shivers down your spine, “And how would my princess like to be entertained?~”

“I’d like…” your words trail off as you consider what to ask. Your hands migrate to the back of Erik’s neck. The Incubus jumps in alarm and places his hands over yours. “… perhaps the where is more important right now. Let’s head back inside.”

Erik laughs, “Fair enough!” He pulls your hands down from his neck. He places one in your pocket but keeps hold of the other while he guides your intertwined fingers into the pocket of his coat.

The two of you walk all the way back to the cabin like that, holding hands in the warmth of Erik’s pocket. All self-consciousness is banished as you converse easily the entire way back.

“There you are! We were just about to leave without you!” Matthew greats as you walk through the door.

Him, Sam, and Damein are all gathered in the entryway donning winter layers.

“Leave where?” you ask.

“Skiing!” Matthew’s grin nearly splits his face in two. “Humans have the best ideas! I can’t wait to go hurtling down a mountain!”

“More like rolling. I bet you’ll fall on your ass immediately!” Sam chimes in, his grin is only slightly more contained than his younger brother’s.

“Oh please! You have all the balance of a pig-fawn!” Matthew fires back.

“Oh yeah—” Sam starts but is cut off by Damien.

“On second thought, James, maybe I would be more comfortable if you joined us.”

James raises his eyebrows from his reading chair. His confusion morphs into a small smile as he glances down to where you are Erik’s hands are clasped, “Of course, anything for my brother.”

It takes another minute before the four brothers finally take off towards the slopes. When the door finally shuts behind them, the abrupt shift to silence is jarring.

Erik lets out a loud breath, seeming to relax a little. He breaks the silence as his free hand pushes his bangs away from his face. With a flourish of his hand and in his most dramatic voice he asks, “Now where were we?~”

You stifle a giggle at the theatrics and rub your thumb over his hand from where they remain intertwined, “Finding someplace to warm up, I believe.”

“As you wish, my princess.” As Erik speaks, he finally lets go of your hand to dip into a deep bow before scooping an arm under your knees to pick you up.

“Erik!” You laugh as you cling to his shoulders.

As he carries you across the room, his eyes glow gold. When you don’t feel the tingling sensation of enthrallment climb up your skin you glance around and notice tendrils gathering blankets and pillows in front of the fireplace. He kneels down close to the hearth and places you in a seated position.

You hold your feet up off the blanket-covered floor. “I didn’t even get to take my boots off!” you complain light-heartedly.

The demon adjusts his kneeling position so his lap is under neath your feet, “My deepest apologies. Why, in my haste I could have allowed for soggy bedding!”

Erik methodically unlaces your boot, ensuring the laces by the toe are completely loosened before guiding your foot easily out of the shoe. As he sets down one foot to repeat the process with the other, a pang of affection bursts through your chest.

After setting down your other foot Erik quickly rids himself of his own boots. His eyes snap back to yours and the heat in his gaze warms you faster than the crackling fire. There’s a brief moment of delicious tension where you stare at each other, certain of what you want, but savoring the process of getting there.

You decide to tempt Erik to break the moment first. You let the hunger in your eyes do the talking as you rake your gaze up and down his body, licking your lips greedily.

You catch the briefest glimpse of gold when your eyes return to his before Erik’s mouth and enthrallment crash into you. The familiar bliss washes over you as Erik presses against you until you’re laying on your back underneath him.

He holds himself up with his elbows and knees as his tongue works wonders inside your mouth. His lips and tongue tease small noises out of you at first, but soon you’re fully moaning into him.

Desperate for more, you pull Erik closer. His arousal presses into your thigh. A spark of pride shoots through you at the evidence of your effects oh the demon. You roll your hips into him, eager for more.

Erik’s gasp only breaks the kiss briefly. As his mouth reconnects with yours, he slides his knee between your thighs, stopping just shy of where your energy is gathering in a hot, spiraling pool.

You snap your hips up again; this time the friction makes both of you groan. Your eyes flutter open to the most spectacular view of the day. Erik’s mussed hair frames his face as he leans over you. A deep pink colors his cheeks, accentuated by the warm light from the fireplace. The hue matches his lips, kiss-swollen and slightly parted as his breaths comes quickly. When your eyes meet again, you’re overwhelmed by the emotion pouring from him: Desire, adoration, and just a touch of disbelief.

That doubt needs to be put to rest, you decide. You slide your hands up Erik’s back and tangle your hands in his hair, pulling him down into a deep kiss as you grind deliberately into him. You are rewarded with a guttural moan that seems to vibrate your entire body.

His lips are so close to yours; you swear you can taste the word. The sensation makes you shudder, providing more friction for both of you.

“Are you warm enough?”  Erik’s question comes with a tugging sensation at the hem of your sweater.

“Yes,” you breath into the impossibly small space between your lips and his.

You kiss languidly as Erik’s hand slides into your sweater, splaying wide across your stomach while his other hand props your lower back up a few inches. He slides your sweater up to your chest before breaking the kiss and throwing the garment off you in one swift motion.

Erik sets you back down as he kneels over you. “Stunning,”

You think you can do better and quickly arch your back and reach behind yourself to unhook your bra. You toss it aside as ask, “How about now?”

“You are the most magnificent thing I’ve ever seen,” he marvels at the newly exposed skin.

“Touch me,” you whisper.

His hands are on your skin before you finish saying the words. Soft fingers trace up your stomach and then massage your breasts.

You hum in satisfaction for a few moments, letting your eyes drift shut as Erik plays with your sensitive buds.

Then, your hands fly to Erik’s shirt. As you pop open the buttons you let your fingers slide generously against his skin. When you finally rid him of his top, you pull him back into you for a fierce kiss.

His naked skin slides against yours as he grinds his hips into you. Your nipples tighten as his chest rubs deliciously against them.

The time for teasing is over, you decide, and grab at his waistband eagerly. Erik’s breath hitches as you fumble with the button. He bites back a groan as his zipper comes undone. You slide his slacks down his hips and Erik sits up to finish discarding them.

The incubus leans back over you to kiss you fiercely. His mouth moves down your neck, sucking slightly at the sensitive spots there before trailing down your chest. His tongue circles around a taut nipple. Each swirl of his tongue stirs the heat growing inside you. Soon your soft sighs turn into desperate whimpers, “More! Please, more!”

Erik’s teeth are suddenly prying open the button on your jeans. The heated look he sends you from his position between your legs sends a wave of need pulsing through the enthrallment. You are barely able to keep from snapping your hips into his face.

He makes quick work of your pants. He mouths at you through the thin fabric of your panties for a moment before biting onto them and slowly slipping them down your legs.

After sliding the last of the fabric past your feet, he brings an ankle up to his lips. He swirls his tongue there before progressing upwards a few inches and planting another open-mouthed kiss there. You close your eyes and focus on the feeling of hot kisses trailing tantalizingly closer. Erik makes his way all the way back up to the inside of your thigh. His breath dances on the wetness gathering between your legs, sending shivers up your body.

Erik broadens his tongue and licks a wide stripe all the way up your folds to your clit.

“Oh, fuck,” you whine as your thighs shake with pleasure.

“That’s the idea, princess~” Erik’s leers up at you with a dangerous look on his face, his eyes a fierce gold. Another tingling wave of warm pleasure rattles through you as you lock eyes with the incubus. You throw your head back and moan through the feeling.

“That’s right~” Erik coos into your clit, fueling the fire threatening to overtake you, “Let me hear you!”

It’s easy to follow his instructions when his tongue swirls so maddeningly around your sensitive bundle of nerves. For every sigh and moan he earns Erik adjusts his movements to elicit an even stronger reaction. Soon you’re moaning non-stop, your hands desperately clench at the blankets as the tide of your pleasure rises higher and higher.

A single finger slides into your entrance, and you come undone. Your vision goes blurry as your back arches high off the floor.

Erik’s ministrations slow to a steady pace as he coaxes you back down to  earth. Finally, he sits back and you’re able to blink your vision clear.

His hair is completely disheveled now, probably from where your thighs clenched around his head. The gold haze remains over his eyes. His breath is coming fast, and his mouth and chin are coated in a glistening wetness.

When he brings the back up his hand up to wipe at his face you pounce, pushing him backwards until you’re straddling his lap. You startle him with a deep kiss, savoring the taste of your pleasure on his tongue.

Erik moans lowly into your mouth and starts running his hands around your thighs and ass. Not to be outdone, your hands run down from his shoulders, tracing over his chest and stomach before palming the bulge in his briefs.

He grabs at the waistband of the last scrap of clothing and quickly throws them off. Your hand returns to his cock. It twitches as your slide your palm from the tip to the base. With each repletion, your hand closes into a tighter and tighter fist, dragging precum down the length of his shaft.

The incubus moans deliciously into your mouth at first, but soon devolves into panting hard as his head rests on your shoulder. His hands wander to your sex, and a teasing finger delves into your entrance with an unsteady rhythm.

When his finger curls inside you, you tighten your hand in response. The two of you groan loudly in unison.

“Let’s—let’s finish this together.” Erik manages between pants.

Your response sounds more like a moan than a word, “Yesss”

Erik kisses you slowly as he guides you to lay on your side. He kneels between your thighs hoisting a leg over his hip.

The head of his cock rubs against your folds for a moment, becoming coated in your wetness before lining up with your entrance.

Erik moves slowly, savoring every inch as he slides into you. The dull stretching sensation increases the pace of the warm golden energy swirling inside you.

Once he’s fully sheathed, Erik slowly pulls out and back in again. Those two slow thrusts are all you get before he starts pounding into you at a punishing pace. Your upper half goes limp as you focus all of your attention on the friction inside of you.

The sounds of your pleasure echo throughout the small cabin. The quiet peacefulness of the snow-covered wilderness shattered by the sound of skin clapping against skin harmonizing with a symphony of moans.

Wave after wave of pleasure crash over you each time the tip of Erik’s cock rubs against a sensitive spot. Your whole body feels tingly and hot. It’s too hot, too bright. Each breath becomes a high-pitched whimper as you’re consumed by ecstasy.

Erik rubs his thumb firmly up your clit and every muscle in your body contracts as the energy finally spirals out of you and into the incubus. He bites his lip and holds your hips tightly as he delivers three more broken thrusts.

For a long moment all either of you can do is take ragged breaths. You stare blankly at the ceiling as Erik’s head hangs.  Eventually, he slides himself out. You hiss slightly at the sudden empty feeling.

Erik collapses beside you and you turn to face him, kissing his cheek. You press your forehead into his as you whisper, “this is more than I ever dared to hope for.”

[arathejedi394]

snippet from act 4 of these days

Near the end of their honeymoon, a flea market and fair passes through town. It’s their last day on the island; in the morning, they’ll take a ferry to the mainland, then a train to the airport to return to America. So they go to the market. They have their palms read and buy trinkets and charms and things to bring back for their friends. There are rigged games and Bucky grumbles about how the shooting games are ridiculous but he wins Steve a stuffed animal anyway.

“I will treasure this for all time, hubby,” Steve tells him elatedly.

Bucky flushes a little. Steve lifts onto his toes and kisses Bucky’s pink cheek.

“You love me,” he says.

“You love me, ” Bucky answers, grinning now as he rubs his nose against Steve’s.

They keep walking, bumping shoulders here and there. Bucky’s got his hand in Steve’s back pocket and Steve’s got an arm around his waist, his other arm holding his new stuffed animal, a few paper bags tucked into his elbow. Eventually, they’ve seen all there is to see and they make their way out of the market.

Just then, Steve hears someone calling his name. He turns around, confused, and spots a familiar face making his way quickly through the crowd to get closer.

“Steve!” Colin calls one more time. “Hey!”

“Colin, ohmygod, hi!” Steve calls back, suddenly blushing. “Shit,” he hisses, a fake grin plastering itself onto his face.

Bucky turns, too, and he snorts. “The muppet,” he chuckles.

Steve hits him just as Colin comes to a full stop just in front of them, panting a little and flushed in the face.

“Hi,” Colin says again, sounding just out of breath. “I didn’t know you were back on the island.”

“Uh,” Steve says, flailing to save the situation. “Well – I didn’t think to call.”

“I missed you the past two summers,” Colin adds, smiling a brilliant white smile.

“I couldn’t come,” Steve explains.

“Well, it’s good to see you!” Colin affirms, stepping forward and raising his arms.

Steve half-panics as he automatically moves to accept the hug with one arm, the other occupied by his stuffed animal. Colin squeezes him and Steve pulls back as quickly as he can. Colin leans in even as Steve steps back and Steve turns his head to the side so Colin’s lips only brush his cheek.

Bucky clears his throat. Steve backs up and Bucky lifts his arm to slide it around Steve’s shoulders even as he holds out his prosthetic hand.

“Hi,” Bucky greets, “I’m Steve’s husband.”

“Oh,” Colin says, his eyebrows shooting up as he shakes Bucky’s hand. “I didn’t – I didn’t realize.”

Steve lifts his left hand and smiles a little, wiggling his ring finger to let his wedding and engagement rings catch the light. Colin looks blindsided.

“We’re on our honeymoon,” Steve adds.

“Congratulations,” Colin says flatly.

Steve tries not to grimace. 

“Thanks,” Bucky says. “It’s been a real adventure out here.”

“I didn’t catch your name?” Colin adds, frowning at Bucky.

“Bucky,” he answers.

“Oh,” Colin repeats. His eyebrows lift farther. “The infamous Bucky,” he muses.

Bucky simply smiles. “Guess so,” he says.

“Steve’s mentioned you,” Colin continues, nodding as he now smiles. “What was it you used to say?” he asks, glancing at Steve. “Bucky was the most self-absorbed dickhead you’d ever had the misfortune of finding stuck on the bottom of your shoe?”

“I don’t think I said that,” Steve laughs nervously.

“No, I’m pretty sure you did,” Colin insists.

It’s highly possible he did. Steve definitely grimaces now.

“I deserved it,” Bucky admits. “I spent a while with my head stuck up my ass.”

“And now you’ve married him,” Colin adds, looking back to Steve. “How people change.”

“We were both being morons,” Bucky tells Colin. “It took Steve giving birth to my son for either of us to actually admit our feelings.”

“Son?” Colin repeats, blinking.

Steve wants to clap a hand over his face at how thick Bucky is laying it on. He can tell by the gleam in Bucky’s eye that he’s thoroughly enjoying making Colin uncomfortable. 

“Yeah, we had a baby,” Bucky answers casually. “He’s almost two now; my parents have him while we’re here.”

“Congratulations,” Colin says again, just as numb as before.

Steve smiles tightly. Colin blinks. Bucky continues to smile pleasantly.

“Anyway, it’s good to meet you, Connor,” he adds. “Stevie’s told me lots ‘bout you.”

“It’s Colin,” Colin corrects coldly.

“Sorry,” Bucky laughs, “Colin.”

He looks very not sorry. Colin looks like he perhaps wishes that he’d never met Steve. Steve tries to communicate just by tugging on Bucky’s shirt that they should exit post haste. Bucky, however, seems to have suddenly decided to become an extrovert.

“I’ve got pictures of our kid,” Bucky says proudly, now tugging out his wallet. “Would you like to see?”

“Oh, please,” Colin says, and he sounds like he’d much rather put his leg in a bear trap.

Bucky grins and unfolds his wallet to show the family photos they’d had taken last Christmas. Steve, at this point, gives up and just covers his face with a hand. Why did he accept Peggy’s offer to use the beach house for their honeymoon? It was free, that was all, they’d only had to pay for travel and food. But, fuck, right now, he wishes they’d gone to Bora Bora or Tokyo. This is worse than mortifying, so much worse he doesn’t know how to put it, and Bucky, the bastard, is lapping it up.

“See, we were the Clauses and our son was Rudolph,” Bucky says happily. “Isn’t he adorable?”

“Very,” Colin says with a scowl.

“This one is definitely my favorite,” Bucky continues, flipping to a new photo; Steve peaks through his fingers and spots that it’s the one where he and Bucky had kissed Jamesy’s cheeks at the same time. “Well, my actual favorite’s the ones I took’a Steve later at home once I got him outta that skirt, but I don’t share him like that,” he concludes with a laugh.

“Isn’t that sweet?” Colin says sarcastically.

“Okay, can this be over?” Steve butts in to plead, shoving Bucky’s wallet away and pushing his husband back. “Let’s go.”

“Aw, but I got more pictures,” Bucky complains. “I got a copy of your last ultrasound, too! Here, see?” he adds as he flips through the pictures to Steve’s latest ultrasound.

“Ultra – ultrasound?” Colin repeats.

“Yeah, kid number two,” Bucky says gleefully as he slips his wallet back into his jeans pocket. “I think it’s a girl, but it’s too early to tell.”

“Congratulations again,” Colin answers coldly.

“He’s not too far along,” Bucky adds, putting his left hand on Steve’s belly. “Sixteen weeks on Monday. This one was on purpose,” he adds with a laugh. “That time’a the year came ‘round and Stevie twisted my arm about another baby.”

“Bucky, quit bragging,” Steve hisses.

“I ain’t braggin’, kitten,” Bucky insists. “This is your old friend, I’m sure he wants to know all about what he missed.”

Steve raises his eyebrows and thins his lips. Bucky just smirks. Steve points a finger at him silently, then turns on Colin. He grimaces again.

“Goodbye,” he says simply, then turns and shoves Bucky into moving.

“If you get sick of him!” Colin shouts from behind him. “You have my number!”

“I deleted it two years ago!” Steve calls back, simply pushing Bucky onward.

[zayray030]

Spoil me rotten

Summary: Ace enjoyed his birthday. His lovers enjoyed his birthday. They all enjoyed his birthday together.

Note: This was part of the ace birthday bash. Nsfw 🔞

Ships: liliace, vilace, epeace and kaliace

Ace enjoyed his birthday. His lovers enjoyed his birthday. They all enjoyed his birthday together.

Epel

Currently Ace was lying on the bed, stripped naked, flushed all over, with Epel, in between his bent legs, he had his head buried Ace’s neck with his hands around Ace’s waist. He was also stripped

Ace giggled as Epel nuzzled into his neck, planting several sweet kisses on the pale flesh, occasionally leaving little nips to delight in Ace’s gasps. Epel squeezed his arms tighter around Ace’ waist and delighted in the pretty blush on his boyfriends' cheeks. Both sets of them.

“I don’t know how anyone can call me cute when you’re right here.” Epel said incredulously, running his hands up and down Ace’ waist, happy by the giggles that Ace was letting out. Thank you to whichever seven that had decided to make his boyfriend this cute, he will forever be in their debt.

“Don’t be embarrassing.” Ace pouted as he attempted to lean up to get Epel to kiss him on the lips, but Epel merely, dodged and leaned down so he could kiss Ace’s pulse point.

“What’s embarrassing about me talking about how cute my boyfriend is?” he asked, like the little hypocrite that he was. “Besides, I want to spoil you today. So, lean back, spread your legs and let me make you see stars.” he whispered that last word into Ace’ ear, with a small nibble on the lobe, making the redhead gasp in excitement thinking about all the things that Epel could do to him.

Epel made his way down Ace’ body, taking his time leaving kisses all over, occasionally turning a group of kisses into an excuse to suck the skin in front of him till it was bruised and pretty and purple. He doesn’t think he’ll ever get over how responsive Ace is when he’s like this.

How compliant, shy and noisy. How he can quickly turn Ace from being all cocky and teasing, into a weeping crying mess who’s only able to beg.

“C’mon Epel! S-stop teasing and get to it already!” Ace huffed, trying to buck his hips up to less than subtly hint at Epel where he wants his mouth. Epel just giggled and placed a kiss on either side of Ace’s hips.

“Get to what already?” he smothered his giggles i an attempt to make that question sound innocent but when Ace lightly kicked his head with his leg, he acquainted. “Fine. Are you ready?” he asked, looking at Ace, half his face hidden by the older boy's pussy.

In response, Ace merely tried to hump his face and Epel took that as a hint and opened his mouth and went down Ace. He took Ace’s sweet clit in his mouth, a cute pearl, and sucked on it, hard, causing the other to squeal and pull on his hair.

Epel smirked against the clit before pulling off with a loud popping nose and leaving a small kiss on it, which earned him a delightful little whimper.

He continued eating Ace out, running his tongue through his quivering folds, enjoying the way that Ace was sobbing and crying for more. More he will give Ace. After all, he deserves it all.

Vil

Vil admired how beautiful his boyfriend looked, bare and naked over his lap, with his pussy glistening and his body shaking as he knew what was about to happen.

“This is just embarrassing!” huffed Ace as he kicked his legs in annoyance only to still them back up again when Vil delivered a swat to them.

“Don’t forget you asked for this.” reminded Vil much to his boyfriends embarrassed chagrin as he simply groaned and hid his face in his hands. “Now be good or I will have to add more.” he tried to sound stern but when Ace turned to give him an incredulous look, a look that said, ‘yeah and you’d want to’ he merely shrugged and just gently rubbed his boyfriends ass, before slowly spready it so that they could see the star of the show, his pussy.

“Are you ready?” he rubbed his boyfriend's shoulder. “We don’t have to do this if-.”

“Oh, wow is the Vil-sama saying he can’t do this? Will your hands get hurt half way through, senpai?” Ace simpered.

Crack

Ace gasped as Vil laid out of the first spank, a harsh thing that caused Ace to jerk up a little. “I don’t hear you counting, potato?” Vil’s voice was stern and mean, the one he would use on those in the industry who pissed him off, or unruly dorm members. It made Ace’s pussy flutter with excitement.

“O-one!” he barely managed to get the word out before Vil smacked his palm against his pussy again, making him scramble for safe purchase and resume counting as quick as his brain allowed. “T-two.”

And on that went, Vil spanking Ace’s cunt until he was half way through to 16 and he stopped his hand, merely letting himself feel the red-hot cunt, taking sadistic pleasure in the little squeaks Ace made, adorable little “Ah, ah, ah.” sounds, as Vil ran his fingers through his cunt, occasionally flicking hic clit, or pinching a fold in boredom.

 Thankfully, the model didn’t say anything about how soaked Ace was, but with the way he scooped out some slick and spread it all around to make a bigger mess, Ace knew what Vil was thinking.

He would even spank his clit, and whenever Ace tried to count it, Vil would stop him and say that those didn’t count. He didn’t know whether that was a blessing or a curse.

Abruptly, the model started spanking Ace again, No longer pulling his punches, making sure that the next half Ace will remember He was taking sadistic pleasure and glee as Ace struggled to count the numbers, in-between his wails and whimpers, and please to slow down, Vil wasn’t merciful.

Finally, Ace let out a loud “16” before collapsing and sobbing, squeaking and squirming, trying to get away when he felt Vil’s nails cruel press into his bruised clit. “P-please-”

“Shhh.” Vil gently chided as he sat ace up and pressed his clothed thigh against Ace’s bare, red cunt, hiding his glee when Ace shivered at the feeling.

“You're so, so, so, good.” Vil praised, running his hands gently up Ace’s waist in an attempt to comfort the poor thing. “The goodest boy.” Vil pressed a sweet kiss to the side of Ace’s head and moved his hand down to Ace's cunt so he could get the boy to squirt for him.

What? He never said that he was merciful.

Kalim

“They look so pretty on you!” Kalim cooed as he flicked Ace’s nipples which were adorned by pretty red jewels which were connected to a golden chain.

“K-kalim-senpai!” Ace whined, unable to fidget due to Kalim binding his hands earlier so he could assemble Ace in the pretty garment. “This isn’t what i meant when i said I wanted jewelry!” Ace huffed, and whined when Kalim flicked at his nipples again,

“Yeah, but this is so much prettier!” argued Kalim as he twisted a nipple petulantly which caused Ace to whine as he tried to bat away the offending hand.

“Careful! They’re sensitive!” he hissed, covering his nipples, almost as if he was afraid that his boyfriend would torture them.

“Sorry!” Kalim apologized profusely, bowing his head and giving Ace his best puppy dog eyes. “I’ll be gentler!” he vowed, his eyes pleading as they looked from aces face to his nipples and back.

Ace reluctantly lowered his hands and bared his chest for the richer and tried to hold back his noises as Kalim played with his nipples.

Kalim took one nub and gently pulled at it, delighting in the way it strained around his fingers and the way Ace tried to keep his noises to himself, occasionally letting out a whimper or a gasp when Kalim pulled too hard.

He then twisted the nipple, ignoring his boyfriends' earlier words and delighted in the rising volume of Ace’s cries and the way his hands pawed at Kalim’s. He then released the nipple and instead of giving Ace a reprieve, he merely turned and gave the other nipple the same treatment.

When he was done with the both of them, he looked back up at Ace and he would forever treasure the sight in front of him.

Ace’s cheeks were flushed a deep red, different from his usual pale cheeks. His cheeks were also covered in clear tear track marks, and the way more tears fell from Ace’s beautiful eyes solidified that fact.

“I-idiot!” Ace gasped out, body shaking as he tried to not focus on the numerous orgasms that Kalim had unknowingly gave him. “I thought i told you to be gentle!”

“Sorry!” Kalim apologized again, but clearly way less sincere. Kalim then pulled at the center of the chain, which caused Ace to stumble forward into Kalim who held on to his waist possessively. “You just look so pretty, adored in gold and jewels. I would cover you every day in the prettiest gems if i could.” he whispered into Ace’s ear which made his thighs quake and made his body shake. “What would happen, if i connected your pretty nubs to this pretty pearl.” Before Ace had even realized it, Kalim’s hands had made their way to his clit and started rubbing at it. “Have them all connected, maybe even a collar so you could just be my pretty pet, always lying at my feet with the best services.

Ace’s head was dizzy with all these promises and the way Kalim spoke ignited something at his core.

Damn everyone for saying that his boyfriend is an innocent sunshine!

Lilia

Lilia fucked the way he did everything else in life. Teasing, effective and if a little deranged. That’s why Ace was currently hovering in the air as Lilia fucked into him behind him.

“Ahhh!” he wailed as Lilia angled his cock in a different direction and pressed harder into his cunt, pulling Ace’s back to his chest by the hair and taking delight in all the sounds that Ace was releasing.

Really, the boy always acted so pouty and moody whenever Lilia brought up doing any of these activities. Always flushed a deep, crimson red and yelled louder than even Sebek! He’d always act as if he was too prideful to be doing of these things but it wasn’t that hard to actually bully him into doing them and actually go along with his ideas.

It made it all the more delightful when he stopped squirting his brains out and actually realized all the embarrassing words and noises he had made, all the positions that Lilia had flipped him onto, the way he would squeal and cover his face, whilst batting Lilia away, refusing to show his face until Lilia got him a cherry pie directly from Trey.

“Ace-chan.” Lilia dragged a finger down Ace’ throat, delighting in the way he could feel Ace’s heart beat pulse “Don’t you love this? After all that whining you did earlier, look at how your slutty little cunt takes it.” He still doesn’t know why Ace was so against Lilia using his magic to make Ace hover in the air. It’s truly no different than when Lilia holds him from the back of his thigh and fucks into him.

“Li-Lilia!” Ace wailed, legs kicking out behind him as he squirts over Lilia’s cock again. Oh, Lilia hadn't realized that whilst he had been remembering all the delightful positions that he had used to spear Ace over his cock, that his fingers had navigated to said boy’s clit and had been very ungently giving little smacks to.

“Oh, sorry my dear.” he removed his hands and gently patted Ace’s hips. “I hadn’t realized what i was doing. See I was remembering when I had been fucking into you those little vibrator eggs! They were delightful! We should reuse them sometime soon!”

Ace whimpered at the thought, somehow managing through his hazy mind to remember how it had felt when Lilia had stuffed all those eggs into him. It had been one of the worst and best experience of his life.

“However, I should be focusing on the present and not the past.” He lifted one of Ace's legs up, as if Ace was a god and fucked into him harder “Now, my beloved, let’s see for how much longer you can go on for.” he giggled and smiled serenely as Ace let out a series of panicked hiccups.

[chrysalispilled]

@scrunkalicious boo i hope i scared you

Marly sat at her dorm’s desk, face buried in one of her many sketchbooks. Her glasses had nearly slipped off her nose, and her dark hair cut off her peripheral vision. This was common to her, diving face first into work, whether it be personal or a piece for school. Supplies were scattered about, haphazardly strewn like twigs in a bird’s nest.

She’s aware of the door creaking open, alert of the faint clinking of a cane of slow steps behind her. But she stayed faintly hunched over, hatching at her paper as the lines burst with color.

“Marly, Marly come ‘ere,” Viktor’s accent cut through her focus, and Marly shot to sit up. Her head whirls to her left, then her right before she turns to see him. He looked as scholarly as usual, but his free hand was clasped behind his back. She shoves her chair back when she goes to stand, fumbling to slam her book shut as she spins to meet those soft amber eyes she loved so much.

“Vik!” Her hint of nervousness was overshadowed by her excitement and the faint flush on her cheeks. “Oh, wow, I thought you’d still be in class! Hah, you shouldn’t, ahem, surprise me like that.”

Marly gives a tight smile, one hand behind her pawing at the desk to try and straighten up her art supplies. Viktor just quirks a brow, the corner of his lips raising slightly at her quick laughs.

“I’ve got something to show you,” He states simply, his closed hand leaning on the low end bed frame near the door.

Marly raises one hand, covering her mouth quickly with a few more quick giggles. “Vik! C’mon, I don’t want to take you away from your work!” She leans herself on the desk, mirroring his nonchalant position.

“No, no this is important,” He adds, raising his cane slightly. A small, almost pout of an expression graces him, “I took a break to come see you, why can’t you do the same?”

Marly glances away, a small, sweet smile still on her face. “You’re sure it isn’t a burden? I mean-“

Viktor barely tosses up his cane up, quickly moving to grip its cool center before hooking its angled top around Marly’s arm. The faintest tug, the most bare touch, and she almost stumbles forward in her steps. Her gaze lightens up, light laughs spilling from her lips. She nearly trips into him, before the hand he had hidden flies up and opens to show her something.

A small blue gem, just a bit bigger than a pearl, lies in his palm. It’s spherical, but a hole drives through it. “A bead,” He begins, voice quickening ever so slightly as it always did when he got excited to explain something, “A Hexcore bead.. A small piece broke off during a session of testing, so, I carved it down for you.”

Not minding the cane still held against her bicep, Marly could barely hold back a gasp, before her smile lights up. “Vik, you’re kidding, right?! Wouldn’t you want to use this?”

“It’s too small,” He juts in, smiling at the sight of Marly’s blushing. Before he knows it, even he laughs, albeit slightly. “Besides, I like your crafts… Maybe, one day, you can show me how to make one of your bracelets.”

Marly is quick to reach for the small gem, but she’s almost reverent in her handling, holding it up to the light and lying her head on Viktor’s shoulder. She laughs when he does, heart bursting with joy.

“I’d love that-“