#( omg dove you sweetheart!! )

[milubrique]

one thing about me is that i fucking love pet names

[luveline]

omg would die for a concussion fic with remus <33

—your concussion causes moderate memory loss, and you forget some very important details about your relationship with Remus. fem, 1.3k

“This is nice.” 

You toy with the ring on Remus’ finger, turning it around and around and around. With your weight bearing down on his right arm and your hand secured around his left to stop him from moving, there isn’t much he can do besides say, “Yeah?” 

“I love when guys wear rings.” 

“I had a suspicion.” 

You wince as stars flash through your vision, pausing in your toying to press your face into his chest. 

“You okay?” he asks. 

“I can see black and white spots.” 

“Oh, no,” he says sympathetically. “Close them, dovey. Take a breather.” 

The chair under you is uncomfortable, your back aches, your head twinges, but Remus is comfortable to lean again. He’s wearing one of his big hoodies, old enough to feel like brushed cotton under your cheek and against your nose, decals washed away. He steals his hand back to pat your shoulder, an image of patience. 

“Sorry. This isn’t a good second date.” 

Remus leans down to talk near your ear. “Dove,” he whispers, “this isn’t our second date, remember?” 

“It’s not?” 

“No, sweetheart. But that’s okay.” 

“You’re really handsome so I don’t want to mess it up.” 

“Mess what up, the date?” he asks. “You didn’t mess it up, it went very well. It was a year ago, but.” He smiles, his breath warming your face, his arm hot around you and securing you to his chest.

“A year ago?” 

“Yeah, a year ago. We went to winter wonderland and the bookshop by the train station and you wouldn’t let me buy you any books.” He laughs softly. “But I got you one eventually. A couple by now, at least.” 

“That’s nice.” 

“You’ve bought me a hundred more, it’s awful.” 

You raise your head to squint at him. “I have?”

“So many,” he whispers, dipping his chin down to kiss your nose, to your wide-eyed delight. “But you let me look after you in other ways.” 

“Let you?” 

“Yes, let me. It’s part of…” He cups your cheek quickly. “Sickness and health and everything. I have to keep you happy.” 

“Ah.” His ring is warm on your cheek. “Sickness and health, like we’re married.” 

“Something like that.” 

You straighten up as someone behind you coughs aggressively. A little further down a baby cries against a mother’s chest, and the TV plays a quiz show you’re starting to hate. Moving your head has black haunting the sides of your vision again, the light seeping in from the automatic doors too much to handle. 

“I’ve asked Sirius to bring you some sunglasses.” 

You turn around. “Sirius, that’s the one with the motorbike?” 

“Yeah. He should be quick. But maybe they’ll have called you in again by then and we can go home.” 

That’s right. You’ve been seen once by a doctor for triage, and sent back out again when they deemed you only mildly concussed, no bleeding on the brain, but an X-ray ordered for safety's sake anyways. That’s what you’re waiting for. Remus is waiting with you, because he’s a very nice man. 

“Sorry if I’m ruining your Saturday.” 

Remus’ hair falls from behind his ear as he lifts his head properly. “I think you might be having a worse day than me, so I’ll forgive you. I'm joking!” He tucks that stray strand behind his ear unsuccessfully. “You could never ruin my Saturday. I’d spend the entire bank holiday weekend in here with you, I only want them to look after you so I can finish the job.” 

Heat like a kiss on each cheek. You bring your hand to your nose, overwhelmed. “Really?” 

“We spend a lot of time together, sweetheart. I know you don’t remember right now, but I love you.” 

“You do?” 

“Don’t tell me you can’t feel that.” 

You look at him with the sunshine caressing the side of his face, his three mean scars and his scattered beauty spots. He has thick eyebrows, light brown eyes in the sun like honeyed tea, and a playful smile. More frown lines than smile lines, but the beginnings of crows feet speaks to some joy, at least. You bring your thumb up to a small wrinkle and stroke it, before tucking his hair behind his ear. It’s too short to stay put for long. 

“I love you,” you say surely. You do, even if you can’t remember more than your first date. 

He’s a good kisser, you remember. He’d pulled you back from your door and kissed you like you’d stolen the breath straight from his lungs. 

“I know.” He brings your hand from his ear to kiss. Gentle, he strokes your knuckles, his thumb turning a golden ring where it sits on your marriage finger. 

“It’s really like we’re married, we have matching rings,” you laugh. 

He holds his hand up between you. “We are married, lovely girl.” 

You steal your hand back. He waits without hurry, though a line of concern marks his brow. “Are we? When did we get married?” 

“Only a few days ago, but we’re married. This wasn’t on the honeymoon agenda.” 

He takes your hand with care and shows you the gold ring on your marriage finger to match his own, aligning your hands. The colour hadn’t seemed important a moment ago, nor the placement, but now you’re seeing them you realise you’d made a small misjudgement. It’s not like you’re married at all, you simply are. 

You frown. The way he’s holding your hand feels familiar, though the idea that you’re married is preposterous. You can’t remember any ceremony or reception, a proposal, nothing. There’s simply blank space there, which isn’t very nice. But… 

You’re not scared. You haven’t been worried once all day. 

“You have a concussion,” he says quietly, practised, like he’s said it to you before. “And it’s resulted in some amnesia, but it’s going to get better very soon.” 

“We’re definitely married?” 

“Unless you’ve changed your mind.” 

“I don’t want to change my mind.” You fluster quickly with what you’ve said, looking down at the hospital’s linoleum flooring. 

Remus takes your hand where it lays on your thigh and squeezes it. A thread of memory tugs at the touch; you remember this. His tender concern. His constant support. 

“Then you don’t have to. Whether you remember me or not, I’m here to look after you, okay? I’m right here.” 

You nod without looking up. His hand knows yours no matter what you remember, rubbing at all the best parts, holding with the perfect amount of pressure. 

“You okay?” 

“I guess our second date really did go well.” 

“Better than I could ever explain.” He tugs at your hand until you look at him, his head already ducked to keep you pinned by his gaze. “You’re like my shy girl all over again. I forgot how nervous you used to get.” 

You can see the Remus who became your husband and the one who scared butterflies into action every time he looked at you coalescing. “You’re really good-looking,” you explain. 

“And what do you think you are?” He rubs your hand. “You’re beautiful. Can I have a kiss, dove? Is that okay?” 

You squeeze your eyes closed. You’d been fighting stars in your eyes anyways.

When Remus kisses you, your body responds to his touch like it knows him. Your heart thuds against your ribs, your lips know exactly how to move and when he’s going to turn his head. Love for him shines through it. His love for you makes your chest hurt, his chaste kissing like a straight shot of oxytocin. All your worry saps away. 

“Feel any better?” he asks knowingly.

You remember enough about his teasing to withhold an answer. He kisses your cheek, his smile unmissable on your skin. 

[luvfy0dor]

“You Know That I'm Obsessed With Your Body ♡⁠˖” BSD Men x GN!Reader ੈ✩‧₊˚

╰┈➤ Chuuya Nakahara, Osamu Dazai, Fyodor Dostoevsky, Nikolai Gogol, Sigma, H.P. Lovecraft

Warnings; Suggestive, kisses, hickeys, bite marks, allusions to self harm (Dazai), sh scars (Dazai), prolly a little ooc

Description; BSD men and their physical attributes

A/n; CAS lyric title!!! But I cannot bring myself to write reqs RN so............but guys i actually talked to a guy OMG never thought I'd have big enough balls but I got his ig ^w^

⑅Chuuya Nakahara⑅

Chuuyas arms are beautiful to you, they're not insanely buff and they're not thin, but at a perfect equilibrium. They're decorated with intricate tattoos and beautiful colors, and sometimes small dotted lines left by your teeth or maroon spots formed by your love and passion for each other. You loved feeling them wrap around your torso or waist with him leaning his head against your back, letting all the thoughts in his mind flow from his mouth like a waterfall. Other times, he'd hang his arms over your shoulders, letting you feel his biceps against the nape of your neck, ghosting over the baby hairs on your skin. His arms can carry you too, no matter your weight. If it'd make you feel better, he'd use his ability to help and reassure you that he won't drop you or let you get hurt.

“There we go, darlin', see, I told you I wouldn't let you get hurt. Literally not even the strongest gust of wind could knock me over with you right now, so quit worrying.”

⑅Osamu Dazai⑅

Dazai has such a gorgeous torso, bandaged or not. His skin is soft on contrast to the rough and volatile life he's always lead. The only patches of skin that aren't smooth are the ones that are littered with past scars, whether self inflicted or from other people. When Dazai trusts you enough, he'll ask you to help him take off his bandages before bed, letting your fingers brush over the rigid bumps and sharply inhaling while adjusting to your sweet touch in a new, naked place. He lets you kiss the scars and it helps him feel a little relaxed receiving your acceptance through soft kisses and affection instead of being pitied or shamed for his past. It's not like you encourage it, but you don't waste your breath on lecturing him on why he shouldn't have. It's in the past, so instead you'll offer your support for him now rather than dwelling on what you can't change.

“Mmnn...your lips are so soft on my back, baby...keep going, sweetheart, you know how much I love feeling your kisses on my skin...”

⑅Nikolai Gogol⑅

Nikolais thighs could resurrect a dead man, and you couldn't help but feel the same way every time you had your head between or against them. Occasionally your hands would hold them apart and squeeze or grope at them, feeling the firmness beneath the palm of your hand. The pressure from your fingertips leaves temporary pale spots with every pinch and your teeth and tongue leave red ones in your wake as you kiss, suck, and bite all over his thigh, and he loves it. Nikolai loves the harsh feeling of your teeth clamping around his skin, making him gasp and giggle in excitement with a hand on your neck encouraging you to continue. He's got a higher pain tolerance, so if you like to give lovebites, especially on thighs, he's your guy.

“Ah-! Oh, don't worry dove, it doesn't hurt. You know I have a good pain tolerance! You can keep going, hehe, I don't mind it.”

⑅Fyodor Dostoevsky⑅

Fyodors hands are thin and pale aside from some select spots with higher blood concentration. His nails are bitten down to the quick almost always and his fingers are bony and thin. They rest gently on your hips when you sit on his lap while he types or just relaxes with you, his thumbs rubbing circles into the fabric of either your top or bottoms. Sometimes they'll travel upwards, resting against your midsection and making you shiver from their low temperature. He'd laugh under his breath at your reaction and slide them further up, loving the idea that he has you squirming in his grasp. Otherwise, he'd keep a hand on your thigh, rubbing it out of habit modestly. In public he keeps his hands to himself, but in private his hands have a mind of their own.

“Are they that cold, Moya Lyubov? You'll get used to it eventually, unless you'd like to find your own way to warm my hands up?”

⑅Sigma⑅

Sigmas jawline is so defined and Everytime you look at it, an overwhelming urge to kiss along it bubbles up inside of you. Sigma doesn't dislike it, but he'll act like he does, always squirming and playfully grimacing. Eventually he'll give in though, holding your hand while you pepper soft pecks along his skin. He'll return them all over your cheeks and nose, tickling your skin and making you giggle. You can't help but watch Sigmas fingers trace over his jawline while he's deep in thought about this that and the other, admiring how perfect it looks on him.

“H-hey, knock it off, I'm in the middle of fillin' out papers! I said quit it- huff...fine, just a few though! You're really distracting, you know that?”

Bonus; ⑅ H.P. Lovecraft⑅

His hair is so long and luscious- how could you not want to run your fingers through it while your sleepy boyfriend lays his head in your lap? The upper half is smooth and straight while it changes into silky curls towards the bottom, though they're not the tightest and allow for your fingers to brush through them with minimal effort. He loves the feeling of your hands against his scalp, giving soft hums and groans of a relaxed pleasure. His face has his usual neutrality regardless of how nice it feels to get his head massaged by his lover. He frequently lets you pull it into a ponytail or put it into braids or whatever style you please. He lets you brush it, too, as long as you start at the bottom instead of ripping the brush through his hair.

“Mnn...that feels nice, dear...don't mind if I fall asleep on top of you, I can't help it.”

A/n; I feel so bad for not getting to requests, something like this was the easiest thing to do this week though because I had mock trial comp right after school so i couldn't write anything from 8am-7;30 pm some nights and it was the end of the quarter so i had to focus more on school work.

[moonstruckme]

Omg doctor!remus sounds like such a great bf!! I need him 😭 could you please write a full story (I can’t think of the name so I’m going with story) on it please? You’re writing is top notch honestly 🫶🫶 I absolutely love ittt

Thanks my lovely!

part 1 | part 2

Doctor!Remus x fem!reader ♡ 1.1k words

When you get out of bed Remus is already in the kitchen, the smell of coffee and eggs wafting to meet you down the hallway. Normally you wake with your stomach already rumbling and the prospect of a ready-made breakfast from your sweet boyfriend would make you salivate, but this morning you can’t seem to locate your appetite. Must be due to the big dinner you had last night; the dahl James had sent Remus home with had been enough to feed a family, but the two of you had scarfed it all down nonetheless. 

“You slept in this morning,” Remus observes when he hears you come into the kitchen.

You snort, leaning against the counter to watch him work. “Yeah, a whole extra ten minutes.” 

“Hey, that’s a lot for you,” he replies teasingly, but it’s true. You’re almost always up before Remus’ alarm goes off, the sunrise enough to rouse you while Remus turns into his pillow, moaning and groaning. “You must have been sleeping hard. You were mouth breathing all night.” 

You know; you’d woken with a sore throat and drool crusted on one side of your chin. “You’re such a princess,” you tell him, sniffing harshly in an attempt to clear your nasal passages. They must have gotten clogged from you not breathing through them all night. “I can’t believe my mouth breathing wakes you up when I have to sleep through your snores every night.” 

“You love my snores, they’re like a kitten’s purr,” Remus contests lightly. He flips an egg, looking at you a little more closely as you lean hard against the counter, eyes still droopy and aching with exhaustion. You can’t seem to shake the sleep from you this morning. “You doing alright, sweetheart? You look a bit flushed.” 

“Hm?” you blink at him, having become transfixed upon the sizzling egg in the pan. “Yeah, m’just tired. How’re you, honey?” 

Remus’ stare narrows. “I’m good, but you’re redirecting.” He flips the egg onto a plate, turning to give you his full attention. “C’mere, darling. Let me have a look at you.” 

You sigh, a tad dramatic and your boyfriend’s smile indicates he knows it, but cross the kitchen to stand in front of him. Remus grips your hips in long-fingered hands, hoisting you onto the counter and positioning himself between your legs before you can protest.

You roll your eyes as he brings his knuckles to your forehead. His brows cinch, and he moves to cup the back of your neck, absentmindedly smoothing the baby hairs at your nape. “Mm, thought so,” he hums. “You’re running a bit hot, my love.” 

You make a low whining sound. “Seriously? I have to get ready for work in, like, ten minutes.” 

“Don’t worry about that, there’ll be no work for you today.” Remus gives your thigh a little pat. “Stay put while I get the thermometer.” 

You lean your head back against the cabinets, closing your eyes against the worsening ache in your temples. “This is overkill,” you call after him. “I don’t feel bad enough to call out of work.” 

“This,” Remus says, and you can hear the bathroom drawer opening and shutting, “is called getting ahead of it, dove.” You open your eyes as he comes back into the room, too late to avoid him seeing the lethargy in your features. A tiny divot appears between his brows. “I’m glad you don’t feel too poorly yet, but pushing through will only give it time to get worse,” he murmurs, cupping your face in one hand as he settles the thermometer in your opposite ear. His thumb strokes at your jaw while you wait for the beep. 

When it does go off, Remus pulls it away with a frown. “Alright, I guess we’re both staying home today.” 

“What?” you move to hop down from the counter, but Remus stops you with a hand on your shoulder, turning the thermometer so you can see it. 

“You’re on the high end of thirty eight, sweetheart. I’m not leaving you here by yourself when it could still get worse.” His touch slides up to your face again, thumbing sympathetically at the overwarm skin of your cheek. “What symptoms are you feeling?” 

“Please don’t call out of work because of me,” you insist. “I’ll take it easy, I promise. You have appointments, Rem.” 

“Not very many today, and Sheila can take some of those,” he says patiently. “What are your symptoms, honey?”

You try not to look too sullen, but now that Remus is hellbent on taking care of you, it’s difficult not to acknowledge the achy, feverish feeling you’ve carried out of bed with you. “My nose is stuffed up,” you admit, and Remus nods like he knows that already, “and my throat kind of hurts.” 

Remus hums sympathetically, rubbing at your leg. “Anything else? Nausea, muscle pain, headache?”

“Headache,” you confirm quietly. 

“Mhm.” His fingers probe gently at the lymph nodes around your neck and jaw. You do your best to stay still for him. “Did you have your flu jab?” 

You’re quiet, and Remus drops his hands, giving you a despondent look. 

“Dove. How many times did I remind you to go?” 

“It was never convenient!” You protest, growing sheepish under his accusatory gaze. “And I never usually get the flu anyways.” 

He makes an incredulous sound. “I seem to recall you saying the same thing last year.” 

“That was a cold,” you insist. 

“Right.” He rolls his eyes at you, but the squeeze he gives your knee indicates he’s not irredeemably upset with you, even if you are in trouble. “When you get your medical degree, you can try arguing that one.” He turns away from you, opening the fridge. “Until then, I want you to drink this—” he passes you a bottle of water “—and then go get in bed.” 

You grin. “Remus Lupin, if you wanted me in bed so badly, you didn’t have to come up with this whole charade to get me there.” 

Remus has learnt well how to hide a smile from spending so much time with James and Sirius, yet you swear you detect the faintest twitch of his lips as he rolls his eyes at you. “Glad to see your wit’s still intact somewhere in that slow-roasting brain of yours,” he comments. 

“You can’t set up one like that and expect me not to knock it down.” You shrug with a sniffle. He gives the water bottle in your hand a pointed look, and you open it, taking an exaggerated sip. “Thanks for taking care of me,” you say in a more genuine tone. 

Remus visibly softens, leaning forward to kiss your cheek. “That’s what I do,” he replies.

“I really brought your work home, huh?” 

“It’s not work, honey.” He closes his eyes, brushing another kiss against your forehead. “Not when it’s you.” 

You wonder if a heart can break your ribs from swelling too large. Maybe you’ll ask him sometime.

[trevuorzegras]

━╋ MY RIGHT TO BE HELLISH, part two

jealous by nick jonas

summary: In which Quinn Hughes has been liking some very interesting comments, and post’s recently regarding actress y/n y/l/n. (part 2/4)

pairings: quinn hughes x actress!reader

platonic!jack hughes x reader. social media au

faceclaim: dove cameron

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y/nfanpage

y/nfanpage: y/n in her most recent photoshoot! my girl looks good in purple! #y/n @yourusername

liked by _quinnhughes, username, and others

user1: am i the only one seeing quinn in the likes?

↳ user2: i thought i was tweakin 😭

↳ user1: you most definitely are not user2

_quinnhughes: oh wow.

*this comment has been deleted*

user3: was that a fanpage or actually quinn? i couldn’t tell, it was deleted too fast

↳ user4: pretty sure it was a fanpage! (:

↳ user3: oh okay thank you! user4

user5: she looks so good??

user6: yourusername

user7: why do you guys care about this puck bunny anyways??

↳ user8: in order to BE a PUCK BUNNY she would have to have slept with more than one hockey player, which she hasn’t done. you people call anyone a puck bunny. move along.

liked by _quinnhughes

user9: the way he liked the comment defending her 😭😭😭😭 i am ILL

↳ user10: my PARENTS

yourusername

yourusername: been so super sick recently, so here’s a camera roll dump of my past few days 🫶🏼

liked by _quinnhughes, kyliejenner, and others

user11: the way she’s still beautiful when she’s sick is actually beyond me

liked by _quinnhughes

user12: how are you angel?

↳ yourusername: im quite alright! been in bed feeling icky the past few days, but i’m alright. how are you sweetheart?

↳ user12: OMG you responded!! im okay, i hope you feel better!! yourusername

njdevils: feel better y/l/n 🫶🏼

canucks: sending you virtual hugs!

user13: canucks & devils being here 😭😭

trevorzegras: jackhughes lhughes_06 is this her???

↳ lhughes_06: now why the HELL would you comment. 💀

user14: wait if trevor is here.. someone talks to him about y/n. who is it. fess up NOW

↳ user15: gotta be one of the hughes’ right???

↳ user16: that’s the only thing that makes sense i think cause no one else has commented user15

user17: my bets on quinn yappin about her, especially after everything he has been liking 🤷‍♀️

liked by trevorzegras, lhughes_06, jackhughes, and others.

user18: that liked comment answer all our questions LMFAOO 💀💀

_quinnhughes: feel better ���

↳ yourusername: thank you quinn (:

jackhughes added to their story!

story replies.

_quinnhughes: ??

_quinnhughes: what the hell jack

lhughes_06: oh so THIS is why quinn just called me and went on a thirty minute rant. got it!

yourusername has added to their story!

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_quinnhughes: fun.

_quinnhughes: if you needed company, should’ve just asked.

jackhughes: oh he’s mad mad

lhughes_06: WHAT IS HAPPENING

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[marikosenwrites]

karasuno boys - dating headcanons (pt. 1)!

a/n: sen here!! heyy obsessing over our haikyuu boys are we <3 yes i am i'm only on season two right now though, almost season three!! i'll be doing aoba jousai, nekoma, and fukuroudani gakuen! enjoy!

characters: hinata shouyou, kageyama tobio, tanaka ryuunosuke, sugawara koushi (suga-san🥹), sawamura daichi, tsukishima kei (TSUKKI🥹) [pt. 1], yamaguchi tadashi, takeda ittetsu (just me and one of my favorites), ukai keishin [and in that order] {pt.2}

pt. 1 || pt. 2

notes: in this au, kiyoko can't be married to tanaka...yeah. they're still in highschool, btw

gn!reader

↳ ❝ [ 日向翔陽 HINATA SHOUYOU ] ¡! ❞

-this cutie omg

-probably the first to confess

-gets all blushy when you're around at the start of the relationship

-you love ruffling his hair

-if you watch him practice until the end, he treats you to meat buns!! if he doesn't have enough money, he'll just share one with you

-kageyama is jealous omg and tsukishima is just like "the chibi got a girlfriend??"

-loves you so very much

-his love language HAS to be words of affirmation and physical affection

-you just can't help but return the affection

-if you don't know how to play volleyball, he's gonna teach you!!

-if you know- he's going to ask you to talk to him

-dates will be chaotic and affectionate

-often cooking dates!

-you love his family especially natsu

-also love them amusement park dates with him

-he's so fun loving and all

-kisses are very innocent, close to no spice at all except when he's feeling super annoyed or something

-loves cuddling with you when it's bedtime <33

-does NOT have a specific schedule rest assured

-calls you his dove (aww)

-you love calling him sunshine <333

-HE'S JUST SO BRIGHT

-I SWEAR

↳ ❝ [ 影山飛雄 KAGEYAMA TOBIO ] ¡! ❞

-a sweetheart actually

-he's so cold on the outside but lights up when you're there

-kisses have a little bit of spice

-he's too prideful to confess first ig so you make the move

-loves it when you come to his practice to support him

-at some point he has requested you to become a manager because sometimes ukai thinks you're a distraction for him so asks you to walk out for a bit to let kageyama concentrate

-you bet he has worried over it because he didn't know where you went

-ok onto the main shit

-dates are always somehow sport related (HOW DOES HE KEEP FINDING THEM)

-sometimes an outing or two when he's actually free and not busy with volleyball stuff

-you'd think he isn't clingy...WELL IT'S THE OPPOSITE ALRIGHT.

-he actually craves YOUR attention and YOURS ONLY

-i think you two would have a cat together (named it NOTHING after the other volleyball players you know :/)

-loves your cuddles too

-WAIT WAIT HEAR ME OUT

-YOU KNOW HE BUYS THEM DRINKS RIGHT

-HE WOULD BUY LIKE HUNDREDS FOR YOU IF YOU WANT

-aww the little (wait he's tall) guy

↳ ❝ [ 田中龍之介 TANAKA RYUUNOSUKE ] ¡! ❞

-the hot-headed guy just can't get enough of you

-you sometimes make fun of him for being almost bald-

-but he's okay with it because he loves you (as long as you dont do it that often)

-okay so firstly like kiyoko WHEN HE SEES YOU HE CONFESSES TO YOU ALMOST IMMEDIATELY

-one second he's dumbfounded by your beauty, the other he's confessing to you already

-like you reject him first few times

-AND THEN AND THEN YOU START TO FALL FOR HIM

-THEREFORE YOU ACCEPT WOOOOO

-it's uh "Y/N-SAN! I LIKE YOU CAN YOU GO OUT WITH ME?!!!" and then you're just like "ah- yeah. mhm."

-he's just like :o WHAT

-okay that's it for the confession

-dates are always what you want

-if it happens you want to make cake, go for an ice cream shop, an amusement park- whatever, you name it and he can afford it? YOU'RE GOING

-they're all so sweet...

-he's also needy at some point when you're dating

-so...MORE IN MY NSFW LATER

↳ ❝ [ 菅原孝史　SUGAWARA KOUSHI ] ¡! ❞

-i'm gonna bet 100 dollars that he's the one confessing

-STEP ONE: get you as his girlfriend

-firstly he's going to ask you to meet him during lunch in the morning

-second when you're both there he confesses

-to his surprise you accept to go out with him and one date turns into two, into three and ON

-STEP TWO: MORE DATES TO COMEEE

-always ice cream dates and baking dates

-always appears to get flour in his fluffy hair

-ALSO ALSO YOU LOVE PATTING HIS HAIR AT ALL TIMES IT'S LIKE COMFORTING YOURSELF

-sometimes picnics too <333

-STEP THREE: there is none for now but THERE WILL BE SOON. SOON ENOUGH.

-his way of giving you affection is by kissing you, cuddling, and giving you praises...

-do you have a praise kink (nvm forget i asked that)

-cuddling in bed is one of his favorite ways to go to sleep

-you stroking his back is too

-you guys are always the talk of the karasuno vb boys group when you guys get together for gatherings (the perfect couple?!?!?!?!)

↳ ❝ [ 澤村大地 SAWAMURA DAICHI ] ¡! ❞

-he's definitely the one to confess first being the big boy man he is <3

-literally will kiss you when you accept

-so taken aback you felt like you were going to faint

-his kisses are so gentle help

-ok maybe not sometimes but we all know when that is

-love playing with his ears mayybe?? i know there's nothing different with the rest, but i just feel like it's with daichi

-your first date is an amusement park one ✨✨

-p.s. you shared the cotton candy lmao-

-he literally walked you home and your parents invited him in for dinner

-they like him very much thank you

-relationship has been approved now your parents are urging him to marry you even though it's only one week into the relationship-

-now HE'S the one that pats your head every time he passes you in the hallway or whatsoever

-when you move in together LITERALLY EVERYTHING IS YOUR CHOICE NOW

-you can choose the flat, the decorations, the vibes, the furniture- EVERYTHING

-loves you that much yes

-the sweetest guy ever NO DEBATE

↳ ❝ [ 月島蛍 TSUKISHIMA KEI ] ¡! ❞

-SALTY SHIMA. THIS MAN IS SO SALTY

-i swear bro

-he has rizz though that's for sure

-he confesses to you first (it was during lunch you remember the day like it was yesterday)

-his kisses are half spicy (igg since tsukishima is that kinda person)

-the mean to the public and only kind to you kind of person <3

-dates are usually home dates (he's an introvert (i headcanon))

-perhaps if you can persuade him (it's a 50/50)

-first date was a movie date

-then you went home with him (you went to his house)

-and met his parents

-they liked you very much <33 now treat you like their daughter

-the next time you went on a date, you brought him to yours and he made a good impression but they don't love him as much as his parents do to you

-i will write the time skip arc for this because i am biased and you literally can't stop me (but tell me if you want more i'll reblog it with more hcs)

-you were so happy for him when he joined the sendai frogs

-cheered for him on every game (LIKE THE SHIRT AND THE SIGNS AND STUFF)

-facepalmed himself out of spite ya bet he got a scolding for that

-"KEI KEI KEI GANABTTE," that was you, screaming at the top of your lungs at your HUSBAND.

-"oi, tsukki, who's that?"

-tsukishima facepalmed himself, earning a glare from you, "my wife."

-"EHH?? TSUKKI HAS A WIFE??"

-lmao the most normal occurrence

-after that koganegawa would often come to you and ask for dirt on kei (screw him for facepalming)

-saltyshima (in the public) → sweetieshima (in front of you only)

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[inkdrinkerworld]

My toxic trait is loving when men grovel after messing up.

If you feel upto it could you write grunpy!remus accidentally stands you up so you give him the silent treatment by the next morning he's literally on his knees hugging your waist telling you how sorry he is. Begging you to please talk to him to yell and be mad "please just let me hear your voice dove."

omg bestie same!!

you'd sat in the cafe for almost an hour and a half before remus texted,

'can't make it dove, today's been really shit.'

you wouldn't have minded so much if he'd sent the text an hour earlier, but you'd sat there, staring at the door hoping every time it opened it would've been him.

with a sigh you push out of your seat and head for the door. there's not a current destination in mind, you just know you're not ready to go home yet.

by the time you make it to your front door, the sun is setting and your shoulders are a little less tense.

you don't hear remus before you see him- passed out on the sofa with his glasses still on and his laptop still opened on his lap.

even though you're annoyed with him your heart still speeds up and you drop a kiss to his forehead before going upstairs.

the next morning, you wake up to smelling sugar toasting and the distinct aroma of cinnamon. frowning you sit up, bed cold from remus' lack of presence.

"dove?" he calls as you walk down stairs but you don't say anything. you're still a little pissed and even though he's trying to make up you're still frustrated.

"g'morning dove," he hums, turning to you as he shuts the ovenn door closed. at your lack of response he frowns. "dove? are y'alright?"

you don't even hum.

"baby," he pauses and you can see his mind whirring with plausible explanations for your silence. "are you upset with me?"

you take a seat on the kitchen island and swing your feet like he's not even speaking to you.

"i'm sorry for missing dinner last night dove, i really am," he mumbles, invading your space after setting the hot tray on the stovetop. "please talk to me?"

you look over his head as he ducks into your line of vision. "sweetheart," his hands hold your thighs then. "baby please talk to me."

despite your anger, and frustration at him, your eyes fill with tears. "dove, no," he coos, thumbs brushing your cheeks as your eyes shut.

"i was there for over an hour before you texted remus, do you know how embarrassing that is?"

your breath hiccups and remus feels even more horribly than he had last night.

"m'sorry dove, i really am. i should've called sooner and shouldn't 've had you there so for long, i apologise baby."

his lips sponge kisses to your face and your damp cheeks as you hiccup again.

"i really really am sorry, won't do it again." he promises and you open your eyes to find him giving you the most pleading look you've ever seen on his face. "talk to me, starlight."

you tuck your face into his shoulder as you regulate your breathing.

"are you making brown sugar cinnamon poptars from scratch?" remus chuckles, the vibrations tickling your cheek as you press your face further into his neck.

"mhm, and i made us lunch reservations for today too."

[catmelonwriting]

the fic of aku and chuuya where the reader has bulimia was so good omg :,)

as someone who also suffers from bulimia i found it so so comforting

if possible could i please request another one with dazai, nikolai and poe <333

please remember to take care of yourself!! <3

More BSD Men with a bulimic! Reader

Warnings: Bulimia, vomit type purging, Nikolai is ignorant, Nikolai spoon feeds you, Nikolai in general, I really fucking hate Dazai so I'm a little mean in his part, reader is not underweight b/c this is based on my experiences

Characters: Dazai, Nikolai, Poe

A/N: this is my first time ever writing for poe and I do not think I nailed his character but yk it's chill.. also I don't really like this I think the only one I really did good was Chuuya in pt 1

Part one here

Nikolai

- I'm so sorry 4 this but he probably thinks ur pathetic..

- Thinks bulimia is gross IM SORRY

- He won't try and stop u till his DUMBASS is informed by Fyodor that Bulimia, especially vomit + laxative purge types are very very very dangerous!!

- A sick part of him wants to encourage you to continue so if you die he'd feel free but ofc he pushes that away and won't encourage you

Oneshot

Catching you purge

You two had just finished eating dinner on your couch when you promptly excused yourself to the bathroom. He looks up at your standing form with suspicious eyes, but doesn't say anything and lets you wander off towards the bathroom.. just until he hears choking and coughing coming from your shared restroom.

You let out a gasp of surprise as you hear the bathroom door open with a loud bang. Fuck, did you really forget to lock it? You pull the end of your toothbrush out the back of your throat and turn around to face your loving boyfriend with tears in your eyes, who had a look of pity on his face.

He groans in exasperation, "Dove.. didn't I tell you to stop doing that?" He asks, his time filled with faux sympathy as he picks the toothbrush out of your hand, placing it back in the holder. All you can do is sigh.. he just didn't get it. "Kolya, I wish it was that easy, but it's not. It's really, really not."

"Oh please, excuses excuses." He mutters, pulling you to your feet before closing the toilet lid and flushing your dinner down the drain. "C'mon, let's get you some more food." Pulling you out of the bathroom by the arm, he drags you to the kitchen and sits you down on the floor.

"Kolya.. no.. I don't need anything else. I don't want anything else." You grumble while he digs in the fridge and pantries. "Well, you just threw up all the nutrients I gave you.. so we gotta get at least a little bit more in you." He smiles, sitting down in front of you with his legs crossed. He placed a bowl of applesauce in front of you, lifting up the spoon to your mouth. "Say aahh.." he giggles, and you begrudgingly open your mouth.

Once the bowl is finished, he places it in your sink and looks down at you with a serious edge in his eyes. "Now.. bathroom is off limits for.. let's say an hour. Cmon, I'll tuck you in."

Poe

- such a sweetheart omg :(

- holds you in his lap with his arms everytime you try and scurry off to your bathroom after a meal

- unlike nikolai he WILL stop you before you even get the chance to throw up

Oneshot

Stopping you from b/p

He had just finished cooking dinner and had placed your portion in front of you, before sitting across from you and staring down at his own meal. Poe had never eaten much himself.. but tried to start eating more to be a good example when you told him about your 'mia.

You wanted to cry. You knew you were either going to shove this all down your throat in five minutes or you weren't going to eat any of it, and you knew he knew. "My love.." He starts, his voice soft. "Can you try? Just a small bite?" He mumbles, reaching across the table and piercing a piece of broccoli on your fork, holding it up to you.

You took a deep breath, and took the fork from him, placing the food in your mouth. You tried, so, so hard. You placed the dirk down while you were chewing, making sure to go slow and take your time tasting the food.

Slowly, with his help, you finished your meal in what you two would call a normal length, around fifteen minutes, but everything inside of you told you to runaway towards the bathroom, stick the back of a toothbrush down your throat and rid yourself of all these calories. "I'll be right back, Ed." Clearing your throat, you stand up and walk towards the restroom.

You heard him sigh and his hand caught your arm, causing you to turn around and face him. You let out a huff as he pulls you down onto his lap, his arms wrapping around your waist and keeping you there "I know what you're going to do." His voice was soft, and gentle, you hated & loved it at the same time. It comforted you but it also made you feel so.. small, like you can't take care of yourself.

All you could find yourself able to do was lean into his touch, muttering a thank you while you rest your head on his chest.

Dazai

I fucking hate him so much I want him dead I hope the next attempt works Dazai

- Another IGNORANT man although this time he'll probably try and act like he cares

- bro probably threatens to tie you to the bed to stop you from binging

- "You can't ruin your perfect physique by binging, 'donna." Little does he know that does NOT help

- He'll say similar things about purging though too so it's fine

- "Shouldn't purge either. You're gonna screw up that pretty little throat and then I can't use it for .. other things."

Oneshot

Catching you binge

You were on the kitchen floor, stuffing your face with the pan of brownies you had made last night. You had already downed a bottle of milk, a loaf of plain bread, dry oats shoved into your mouth by the handful, anything you could think of. You wanted, no, needed, as much as you could get.

You jump as you hear a key turn in the front door, followed by the door opening and closing before Dazai stood above you, a look of disappointment on his face, and was that.. disgust? You knew people thought bulimia was disgusting, but him? Really? Your loving boyfriend?

"Okay, bella. Let's get this cleaned up." He sighs, pulling you to your feet. You were frozen, you just stood there as tears welled in your eyes from the humiliation and guilt. You needed the throw up. You pushed past him and sprinted towards the bathroom, only to be caught by the waist halfway there.

"No, no, no." He tuts, pulling your back against his chest. "There's no need for that. Remember what I said about needing that throat to be ready? Yeah, it's not gonna be if you're vomiting." He looks at you with a sickly sweet smile and all you wanted to do was collapse on the floor and sob but his arms kept you there.

Eventually, he pulled you down onto the floor with him so you sat on his lap as he whispered sweet nothing's in your ear, while you cried wishing you could just vanish.

[jeannineee]

omg could you please write more of the reader being mated to both cass and az?

My Turn

Cassian x Azriel x Reader

a/n: oh to be mates with these two Illyrian warriors. This is also for my praise kink girlies. Requests are open!!

nsfw under the cut (18+ please)

Sweat glistened on your skin as you danced between your mates.

Cassian’s body was flush against your back. Your arms were lazily thrown around Azriel’s shoulders, his shadows swirling around your fingertips.

“I think we should go home,” Cassian said to you, his teeth grazing your earlobe.

You nodded in agreement, anticipation building within you as you thought about what the rest of the night held for you.

~~~~~~

Your head fell back against Azriel’s shoulder as his shadows spread your legs, giving Cassian full access to your dripping cunt.

“Been waiting all night to taste you,” Cassian murmured as he nipped along your inner thigh.

You whimpered at the contact, hips bucking impatiently.

Azriel chuckled in your ear. “Don’t worry, baby. We’ll take care of you. We always do.”

Azriel’s marred hands teased your nipples, pinching and pulling them as Cassian finally dove between your legs.

“Oh—oh, fuck,” you moaned, nails digging into Azriel’s arms as he held you still for Cassian.

Cassian sucked harshly on your clit, two of his fingers prodding at your entrance.

“Get her ready for my cock,” Azriel said to Cassian, before trailing sloppy kisses along your neck.

Cassian slid his fingers into you, curling perfectly against your g-spot as his tongue lapped at your folds.

Your hips bucked again, earning a hiss from Azriel as your ass rubbed against his cock. He held your hips tighter in response.

“You gonna come on his fingers?” Azriel asked, before biting the skin below your ear.

You managed to whine a quiet ‘yes,’ just as your release washed over you. Cassian continued devouring you until Azriel finally pushed him away, wanting his own fill of you.

Azriel gently flipped you over, lifting your ass into the air.

Cassian kneeled in front of your face, precum beading at the tip of his cock. You eagerly took him in your hand, stroking along his shaft as you swirled your tongue over his head.

“Such a perfect fucking mouth,” Cassian grunted, gathering your hair in his hand, guiding you further down his length.

Azriel teased his cock at your entrance for a moment, before bottoming out in one swift motion. “Fuck, you always take me so well,” he praised, setting a quick pace.

Your moans were stifled by Cassian fucking your throat, strings of curses falling from his lips as you looked up at him through your lashes. “You look so pretty with my cock down your throat,” he cooed, tugging at your hair.

Azriel gripped your hips tight enough to bruise as he pounded into you, the tip of his cock kissing your cervix with each thrust. “Doing so well for us,” he said, groaning as your walls squeezed him. “Making a mess of our cocks like a good girl.”

You were drooling around Cassian’s cock at this point, unable to formulate a coherent thought as the two of them fucked you into oblivion.

Cassian gripped your hair tighter. “Shit, y/n, gonna come—fuck!” He groaned as his release coated your throat.

You greedily swallowed every drop. Cassian laid beside you now, bringing a hand to toy with your clit as Azriel drove you towards your peak.

“You’re so pretty when you’re all fucked out,” Cassian murmured, watching Azriel’s cock slide in and out of you. “Come for us, sweetheart.”

Your eyes rolled back into your head as Azriel fucked you through your orgasm. Cassian’s fingers were still circling your clit as Azriel spilled into you with a guttural moan.

Azriel pulled out, carefully flipping you back over. The two of them gave you a few moments to catch your breath, each of them peppering kisses along your body.

As your breathing slowed, Cassian said with a wicked grin, “My turn.”

You were in for it, tonight.

[unavoidedbyme]

OMORI casts giving you nicknames and reverse

featuring: SUNNY, BASIL, HERO, AUBREY, KEL, MARI, CAPTAIN SPACEBOY, SWEETHEART

tw: if you count fluff as a tw then yes, fluff warning

SUNNY

man. This boy has a lot of cute nicknames for you but he’s very shy to use it

so most of the time he’ll just call you by your name instead

it honestly makes you sad

and he notices it

so he starts to use more cute nicknames!

you ALWAYS call him with nicknames

there isn’t a day pass without you calling him with nicknames

and he’s very flustered about it

he’s very cute 10/10 boyfriend material

protect him at all cost

a plus point if you use the right ones when you’re comforting him!

nicknames he gave you:

sweetheart

love

blossom

light

lovely

or just your name

the nicknames you gave him:

sunshine

sun

sweet

my future husband

mi sol (my sun)

lovely

darling (this makes him very flustered btw)

sunset

he really likes ‘sunshine’ and ‘darling’

he always get flustered when you use ‘my future husband’

he’s really shy if you call him that on public though

he sometimes might get uncomfortable by some of the nicknames…(he’s not used with affection after 4 years shutting himself)

that’s why you should ask him, but as a sweetheart he is he often doesn’t tell you because he felt really bad

my baby is so soft for you❤️

im begging you please reassure him that its fine

BASIL

he’s not too sure on nicknames

but if it makes you happy he will gladly do it!

he loves you very much

like SUNNY, he will get flustered if you call him with nicknames

like he was just watering his plants one moment

and you called him “love”

his face instantly turned into a tomato

this boy would pass out anytime soon

please don’t be too harsh on him…

nicknames he gave you:

flower

love

sweet

bub

my love

nicknames you gave him:

my flower boy

sugar

honeycomb

mi corazón

plant…💀

i can imagine when you too were cuddling and then he suddenly wakes up from his spot

you scream asked him where is he going

“plant!! where are you going?!”

he’s just there, dumbfounded by the sudden burst of nickname

“w-what..?”

HERO

omg he’s low key the definition of gentleman

like this mans showers you with all that cheesy stuff…

he loves pda so be prepared

really loves giving you cheesy nicknames

it flutters you so much and he doesn’t even know it

like he’s doing it not on purpose

he’s calling you all that genuinely

nicknames he gave you:

princess/prince/royalty

love bug

my dear

my other half

babe

honey

dove

nicknames you gave him:

handsome

good looking

husband material

darls (a short for darling)

dearie

he adores you alright?

so when he calls you ‘honey’ he cant help but to look at you lovingly

and it made you even more flustered

you thought that he was doing it on purpose

but nooo, he actually does mean it

keep him save please

marry him if can

AUBREY

she hates nicknames when you two are on public

but when you two are alone

please always use them

she really needs reassurance and just by calling her sweet things?

she’s already melting in your arms

there are some tolarable nicknames though

but i would not recommend it

just use it in a private area like her room or when you two are alone

nicknames she gave you:

heartbeat

sweet

babe

nicknames you gave her:

casanova

cherrybomb

lovely

dear

ma chérie

angel face(very flustered on this one lmao)

auby

please always use nicknames when you two are alone

she’s begging you

it reassures her that you’ll never leave her

the tolerable ones are ‘cherrybomb’

and the others are used in private

KEL

uh😨

okay so first

he gives you very weird nicknames that honestly kind of endearing…

he loves you vv much

he COULD give you some normal nicknames…

but it would be very rare

he just calls you anything tbh

like one moment he accidentally calls you ‘my basketball’

?????

basketball??????😭..

nicknames he gave you:

my love

basketball…

orange joe

sweet cheeks

cute face

my bike

nicknames you gave him:

crazy orange joe fan

orange

my love

dearest

star

kelsey

he got completely off guard when you called him his real name

but it doesn’t mean he doesn’t like it

he really loves it!

he wants you to call him that everyday

but when you does that his mind goes completely out

just.. 😭

he’s precious so its okay

MARI

god saves you from her teasing nicknames🙏

istg you’ll die from embarrassment

this girl has no break from her teases

one moment you were glad that its finally over

and then boom, she’s already teasing you again

you’ll need SUNNY’s help to get you out of there…

but she really means it!!

every little things she does

she loves you and if you do get uncomfortable

just tell her and she’ll stop

she will buy you anything you want or just cuddles you as an apology

nicknames she gave you:

babe

hot stuff

my queen/king/royalty

my dream girl/boy/person

dolly

wifey/hubby/spousey

pookie bear

nicknames you gave her:

marchioness

loves

honeybunch

sweetheart

my light

she really loves being called marchioness by you

she’ll fall heed over heals for you if you call her that

you could even say that as a revenge for teasing you

she’ll be embarrassed

trust me

CAPTAIN SPACEBOY

AWWW ITS THE SWEET BBY

he’s really REALLY soft with you..

so you’ll be receiving cute and soft nicknames from him!

he loves you dearly

so please tresure him :(

he already got his heart broken two times

and its with the same girl..

so protect him with all costs alright?

nicknames he gave you:

sunshine

beautiful

my lovely

dear

corazón

nicknames you gave him:

captain of my heart (usually to tease him)

lover boy

dear

rey

bubs

star

i repeat, protect him at all cost.

please he’s literally so tired of people using him

treat him right and the crew might approve you

oh right i forgot to tell you that his crew does not like any of their boss’ partner

so if you got their approval then you’re lucky

SWEETHEART

tease her

but not too much

she might kick you out of her castle☠️

she’s kind of a tsundere???

but she also kind of likes it when you tease her

it made her heart goes fuzzy wuzzy inside

when the first time that happened, she thought she was sick

so she goes to a doctor (that doctor is a sprout mole)

and the doctor said she’s dying..

she panics and starts crying on your arms

you asked her why she’s crying, and is completely dumbfounded when she told you the whole deal

nicknames she gave you:

cake

sunstar

my muse

my brain (because yk, she’s the ‘heart’ you get what i mean)

love

or your name

nicknames you gave her:

sweetface

darling

love

queen bee

babe

beloved

like what i’ve said

she sometimes felt her heart beating so fast when you use nicknames

and she got ‘diagnosed’ by a sprout mole that she’ll die

which got you kicking out the sprout mole who dare to call your beloved like that

the other sprout moles has been quiet after that

a/n: this was honestly really fun, i’ll try to make more of these.

[luveline]

Omg please kbd uncle Eddie:’)

dad!steve x mom!reader, 1k

“Hi, Uncle Eddie.” 

Eddie rubs his hands together, holds them out in front of himself, and summons the prodigal child forward. “Bethany. Quick, give me a hug.” 

Bethie walks into his waiting arms, her giggle infectious as she says, “That’s not my name.” 

“Bethie,” Eddie says with a sigh. “You know my full name is Edward. Full names are nothing to be ashamed of.” 

“It’s Bethie.” 

She pushes the hair off of his shoulders. He smiles at her and her little hands. If someone told him ten years ago he’d be carrying Steve ‘King of Hawkins High’ Harrington’s babygirl around like a treasure he’d laugh in their face, but he loves Beth. She’s hands down his favourite Harrington, and he’s allowed to have favourites as an uncle, though the other clingers are cool too. Beth is Eddie’s favourite because she’s an underdog, and because she’s so clearly infatuated with him. They’re best friends. 

He gives her a pat between the shoulders and slips down into a seat in front of the TV. There’s no signs of the other babies nor their parents; Eddie always lets himself in when he’s coming around and he doesn’t expect wait service, but a hello would be nice. “Where’s mom and dad?” he asks, setting Beth down into the seat beside him. He zeroes in on a plate of pretzels and snags a few for snacking. “You’re downstairs by yourself?” 

“No! They’re in the kitchen.” 

“Really? What about Ave and Dove, then?” he asks through chewing. 

“Dove is napping and Ave, um, went somewhere.” 

He raises his brows. “Dad took her somewhere?” He imagines Beth would tell him Avery’s run away with similar nonchalance. 

“To Grandma’s. They’re going to watch a play.” 

“Oh,” Eddie springs up off of the couch. “Stay here, sweetheart, I’ll just go make sure they know I’m here.” 

Eddie is scared to open the door. Why is it closed? He supposed parents are deprived of one another but he doesn’t wanna see you kissing. Then again, if he does see you kissing, Steve will die of embarrassment. That’s worth it. 

“Hello!” he shouts, throwing open the door. 

He makes you both jump hard, Steve’s head thwacking a cabinet and your hand thrown to your chest. You almost fall on your ass where you’re kneeling by Steve’s leg. His pant leg is pushed up to the knee, and you have a tweezers in hand —Eddie frowns abruptly. 

“What the hell are you doing?” he asks. 

“Steve has a tick, you fiend. When did you get here?” 

Steve groans. “The door was locked,” he says, rubbing the back of his head. 

“Not well. Just stuck my credit card in there and wham. You guys should slide the chain in if you’re gonna leave poor Bethie all by her lonesome, don’t you think?” 

“Eddie, the door was locked,” Steve says. “You’re the only weirdo in Hawkins willing to break in. Plus, I still have that baseball bat in the garage.” 

“Sure. Come on, sweetheart, get off the floor. Let Eddie have a stab at it.” 

You laugh and pull Steve’s pants down over his shin. “It’s fine, I already got it. He might get Lyme’s now because you scared the fuck out of me–”

“Language.” 

“–but I heated it up and I think I got it.” You look up with a smile. Steve pauses his pained head rubbing to beam at you lovingly. 

“I’m sure he’ll be fine. Or he’ll turn into a zombie, and that would make him cooler. Win win. So, dinner?” Eddie asks. “Should I go get something?” 

“Nah, I made ravioli, you rude idiot. Where’s Beth?” 

“I told her to stay put in case you were making out.” 

Steve helps you up from your kneeling to dust you off. “Thanks for saving my life,” he sighs tiredly, kissing your cheek. 

Eddie rolls his eyes and turns away. Steve should love and appreciate you, you’re awesome, but he’s also a loser and Eddie’s entitled to thinking such disparaging thoughts about his friend from time to time. 

You and Steve made a kid as cool as Beth, so Steve can’t be too bad of a loser.

“Uncle Eddie?” 

“Yes, my lovely sweetpea angel?” Eddie asks. 

She stares at him, adorable in all her chubby-cheeked, sugary-eyed sweetness with her hands held up for another hug. Eddie leans down, says, “Daw, I can’t say no to you,” as she giggles into his hair. He strokes the top of her shoulder with his thumb. “So what’s happening? How did that painting go with mommy, did you put it in the contest?” 

Steve nudges you forward with a hand on your shoulder. “He’d make a good dad, right?” 

“For sure,” you say, “not as good as you, though.” 

“Oh, you’re flirting with me, that’s cool… Are you free Friday night?” 

“Probably gonna be pulling ticks off of some other guy's leg.” 

“Oh, that’s fine, I was busy anyways.” 

Beth giggles as Eddie tips her backward, a mixture of nerves and excitement that kids experience so much more than adults. 

“I always expected him to just end up with a kid. Like, one night stand style,” Steve says. 

“There’s nothing wrong with that. At least then he doesn’t get stuck marrying somebody he doesn’t love.” 

Steve glares at you as you laugh, dragging you into his arms to smush kisses into your cheek. “Don’t even joke about that.” 

“Sorry, honey. I hope Eddie gets as lucky as me someday.” 

Beth begs to be put down through giggles. “I don’t know,” Steve says, resting his cheek on your temple to watch her laugh, “I don’t think Eddie has luck, just sheer force of will.” 

“He’d totally get a baby in a basket on his doorstep.” 

Steve mulls it over. “God, he totally would.” 

[cosmal]

phoebe bridgers — send me a headcanon or a prompt + a character, and i’ll write you a blurb!

what abouttt rockstar!remus x shy!reader omg. maybe r being backstage at one of his concerts and giving him good luck kisses or something. or just whatever u want, you always have the best ideas anyway <3

a kiss

summary — you ask remus for a kiss before he goes on stage.

content — remus lupin x fem!reader, rockstar!remus, shy!reader

note — mal this was such a cute idea i love u

You sit one one of the many big speakers backstage, legs dangling over the edge, waiting for Remus to finish his conversation with his manager.

Having a boyfriend who is constantly busy, with sound checks and press junkets, song writing and concerts, it’s hard to see him when you want. Sometimes it feels terrible to want things.

Because Remus is always busy. He’s hardworking and never stops and you really admire him for it. You hate to interrupt because most of the time it’s for things you don’t really need.

Remus, can I have a hug? Remus, do you want to watch a movie on the couch tonight?

You sit with your hands in your lap, fiddling with the rings around your fingers. You spin them to distract yourself. There’s an ache in your chest that you feel like can only be soothed by Remus. You bite your tongue to hold back the urge to talk to him when he seems busy. It feels selfish and you don’t want to be.

Remus cuts his conversation short with his manager and makes his way over to you. The feeling in your chest creeps up your throat with bubbling excitement. He’s your boyfriend, he gives you every drop of attention when he can — which is always. But when he gives it to you when you feel like you don’t deserve it, it makes you feel warm.

“Hey, sweetheart,” he murmurs when he reaches you. It’s quiet and there’s thousands of fans past the wall behind you. You’re still tuned to every sound he makes.

“Hey, Remus,” you say back. You’re more than pleased when he takes your hands into his. You don’t show it though. You look solemn and Remus worries for you. Your glumness morphs into guilt when you remember you should be happy for him. Because you are — you’re ecstatic.

You still feel out of your depth whenever you’re in this situation. Behind a curtain, listening to piercing screams of your boyfriends and his band mates names. A thrumming that beats quieter than your heart most of the time.

“Are you okay?” Remus leans forward until your linked hands press into your bare legs. A heavy weight that feels necessary.

“Yeah,” you say. Then, when his fingers unfurl to press firmly into the dough of your thighs, you say, “Just feeling off today.”

He leans forward to press a kiss on the top of your nose. Then your cheek and behind your ear. Remus is a rockstar. A rockstar with a kissing pattern that he knows will have you melting.

“Yeah?” he hums into the skin below your ear. He tries to kiss away the beginnings of your goosebumps. He only makes them worse. “You should tell me these things, dove.”

You should. And you do — most of the time. When you’re in the bath together, when he makes you sit and eat dinner at your tiny two-seater table, or on his tour bus. You won’t get into how you think he likes to corner you in tiny settings and make sure you’re okay. He worries you won’t tell him if he doesn’t. But he always makes time for it.

“Not right now,” you dismiss him with a shake of your head.

“Yes, right now,” he says. Half fond, half too serious.

“You’re about to go on.” You look over his shoulder to find James sitting by the snacks table, a pair of drumsticks tapping against his jean clad thigh. You suspect Sirius is around somewhere stressing out.

“They’ll wait,” he says a little too smugly. You roll your eyes.

“Remus,” you chide.

“No, I’m serious, honey,” you might die if he keeps it up with the pet names, “what’s up?”

You lean into his chest until the top of your head hides your face. You huff and you feel a small laugh vibrate up his chest.

“If you don’t tell me, I’m gonna play so shit out there because I’m worrying about you,” he says. You know he doesn’t mean it. It still makes you feel awful. You lean more of your weight into him.

“Stop,” you argue.

“I’m serious—“

“No, you’re not.”

He hugs your head closer to stable you. “I’m not.”

Remus let’s you sit up until he can see your face. You worry he might hold you warm face in his hands. When he’s doesn’t, you’re only mildly relieved. You don’t want to be teased about how flustered he can make you. You also want him to squeeze your cheeks.

“Can I have a kiss?”

Remus startles. “Of course.”

You get your way when he cups your face in his hands to lean down to kiss you. His lips soft and a tiny bit unsure when he does it. You grip his wrists with shaky hands and hold him closer. Only gasping into his open mouth when he pulls away.

His lips are a little wet when you open your eyes. You watch his pupils shrink back down and feel a tad amused. You feel your shy temperament dial back a bit. You know he loves you.

You smile. Remus mirrors it, though half as bright. “Is that what you wanted?”

Dazed, you blink, “What?”

He kisses you again, too short for you liking. He smiles more this time when you let out the tiniest hiccup like sound when he pulls away again. “Oh, my poor girl.”

You push him away, not as rough as you feel you should, “No,” you giggle. “No, stop it.”

“C’mere, let me kiss you again,” he laughs. You despise it. Well, you pretend to.

“No. Go play the guitar or whatever it is you do.”

You push him out with your arms, palms flat against his chest. Fingers tangled through his pretty silver chains.

“Whatever it is I do?!”

“Yeah.”

Remus turns when he hears James call his name. “Moony! C’mon!”

Remus pulls his guitar over his shoulder. Baby blue against his grey shirt. “You’re lucky,” he warns.

You push him like you aren’t sad to see him go. It never lasts long. Soon, you’ll be swelling with so much pride you won’t be able to move.

“When I come back, you’re getting it.” Remus finds it hard to pretend to threaten you. It’s worth it when you gasp, hand held to your chest.

“I’m terrified!”

Again, though this time it’s Sirius, “You’ll have all the time in the world to make out with Y/N tonight! Hurry the fuck up.” You watch him disappear behind the wall. The crowd rumbles with excitement.

“You better hurry, Moony,” you tease.

Remus leans forward to smack a kiss to your appled cheeks, turning to run off. He stops before the wall to look back to blow you a kiss. You catch it before he disappears. The crowd’s cheering grows tenfold.

[moonstruckme]

HI omg I’m in love with you and your writing and your sweet demeanor- you’re amazing!! I have a request for emt!marauders in an established relationship - with reader who is terrified of throwing up and emetophobic? Thank you!!!!

Thanks lovely <3

cw: emetophobia, mention of vomit (no description), reader has hair long enough to pull back

modern au

emt!marauders x fem!reader ♡ 679 words

“Dove.” There’s exhaustion in Remus’ voice, and you feel wretched for putting it there. “You’re going to feel so much better if you just get it out of your system, sweet girl.” 

“I’m fine,” you mumble, but you have to swallow after the words. The muscles in your abdomen spasm punishingly. 

“You’re not,” Sirius insists. He’s been alternatively soft and stern with you, a vacillation you know stems from worry and so you’re trying not to hold it against him. Still, Remus sets a pacifying hand on his shoulder when some of your hurt shows on your face. 

You know you’re being difficult. You’d all gone out for dinner the night before, to a nice place, and all gotten the same pasta on the server’s recommendation. It was really spectacularly good. You’re not loving it so much now, though, when you can taste it in the back of your throat, vying for exit. 

Each of the boys had thrown it up in the early morning, and you’d spent the night on the couch, the worst girlfriend in the world, listening to ocean sounds through noise-canceling headphones and trying not to think about what was happening in the bathroom. 

Now you’re still lying curled up on the couch, taking sips of coke through a straw with a tiny electric fan set up on the coffee table to blow cool air in your face. James has wormed his way underneath you so your torso is laid across his lap, one of his hands pressed protectively over the aching part of your belly, and Sirius is perched on the coffee table while Remus watches you from the armchair. 

“Baby,” Sirius tries again, “Remus is right. This sort of food poisoning doesn’t go away on its own. You won’t feel better until you let it out.” 

You make a half-suppressed whimpering sound, and James coos, rubbing your stomach. “I know,” you admit. “I just—” Mortifyingly, tears invade your vision. You press your face into the couch, but not before you see Sirius’ brow crease with sympathy. “—really don’t want to.” 

“We know, honey.” James kneads skillfully at your abdomen, working out the tight muscles. “I get that it’s really hard for you, and you’re scared, but when it’s over it’s over. You only have to do it once.” 

You nod, and hot tears clump in your lashes. You don’t trust yourself to speak anymore. You hear the bucket they’d brought into the living room for you being moved closer, but you ignore the sound. 

“You’re alright,” Remus says, voice low and sure. “You’re going to be just fine. Just let it happen, and then you don’t have to do anything else. We can all relax for the rest of the day, yeah?” 

James’ fingers press gently into your stomach, and your gasp turns into a hiccup. You lean over the bucket with a whine, and Sirius grabs your hair while James murmurs apologies and assurances one after the other. 

“There we go.” Sirius holds your hair in one hand and rubs between your shoulder blades with the other, his touch cool on your hot skin. “Good girl, let it out.” 

When you’re done Remus brings you straight to the bathroom to brush your teeth, and they all oblige you when you want to change into new pajamas regardless of your current ones being perfectly clean. 

“You’re all done.” James takes your still shaky hands once you’re feeling fresh and clean, pulling you back onto the couch and mashing a kiss onto your temple. “Proud of you, sweetheart.” 

You harumph, but cuddle up to him. It is nice to be rid of the nausea, and the clamminess of your skin was something you didn’t realize had become so oppressive until it was gone. 

“I hope you’re willing to put as much energy into snuggling as you did into making me sick,” you tell him. 

Remus pokes you with his foot for being mean, but James does look a bit sheepish as he tugs a blanket around the both of you. “Oh, absolutely. Triple that.”

[schlattsdoll]

Could you possibly do smut prompt #46. “leave the heels on.” with Jschlatt, please?

xoxo

head over heels - jschlatt x reader

minors dni

prompt:"leave the heels on."

pairing: jschlatt x fem/afab! reader

warnings: smut {18+}, oral { fem receiving}, p in v, degradation, unprotected sex {wrap it before you tap it!!!}, sex in front of a mirror yum

i haven’t written actual smut in so long omg i hope this is good

it's no secret that jay hated going out, but with you? he's singing a different tune. he loved to see how excited you got to get all dolled up for him, wanting to coordinate outfits. he couldn't help but smile when he saw how you lit up when he told you about a semiformal event for one of his companies. you rushed to find colors that complemented your skin tones, opting for a deep dark velvet green skater dress and a pair of black heels.

"my god doll, you look gorgeous". your boyfriend kissed the back of your neck as he zippered up your dress. "i would take you right now if ya'd let me."

you smirked at the taller man behind you in the mirror. “who said i would stop you big guy?” that was all the confirmation he needed before lifting you up and placing you on the bathroom counter. he was careful not to mess up your hair or makeup, that you worked so hard on.

he got a glimpse of the kelly green lingerie you had on under the dress. his hands went back to the zipper he had fixed for you mear moments ago and pulled it down. as you went to kick off your heels, jay stopped you, his eyes blown black with lust. “leave the heels on, sweetheart.”

schlatt dropped down to his knees, kissing his way up and down your plush thighs. “fuck doll, all this just for me? and you say i spoil you.” he teased your center as he toyed with the band of your lacey panties. snapping the band against your tummy, he pulled them to the side to get a peek at your glistening cunt. “s’pretty sweetheart.”

jay dove between your thighs, eating like a man starved for his last meal. his tongue lapping away at your wetness, spending special attention to your little button. the burn your thighs felt from his mutton chops were so delicious, your hands tangled in his hair. as you gripped tighter, he let out a groan of “fuuuckk doll.” before pulling away to catch his breath. replacing his tongue with his fingers, you whined quickly at the loss of contact before moaning out. his large digits stretching out your tight heat.

“oh, fuck, jay. i’m gonna cum!” you shouted out, your whole body tightening. “be a good lil dolly, cum for daddy baby.”

your legs went limp as his speed increased, occasionally kitten licking your clit. when he removed his fingers they were drenched in your essence, and he licked every drop up. “normally i’d make you return the favor, but i don’t wanna ruin that pretty face just yet.”

schlatt helped you off the counter, kissing you gently as to not ruin your lipstick, before flipping you over and pinning you against the sink. “fuck toots, these heels just make it easier to fuck you standin’ up.” he kissed your shoulder as he pulled out his throbbing cock, pumping it a few times before lining himself up with your slit.

he teased your clit with his tip causing you to whine out. “jayyy baby stop being a tease.” he tsked at you, “such a whiny needy little doll f’me. i’ll give you what you need, don’t worry.” he plunged his large member into you, groaning at the tightness. “that’s a good doll, so wet and tight jus’ for me.”

as he thrust into you, he made sure to get a few good smacks in on your ass. once he realized there was a huge mirror in front of you two he pulls your head up by your hair. “look at you, who’s little slut are you?” he smirked as your eyes rolled back, unable to form a sentence. “so dumb, all fucked out on my cock already.”

your cunt tightened at his words, and his ministrations on your clit. “f-fuck! yours, ‘m all yours daddy. please let me cum.” a dark chuckle escaped his lips. “i’ll think about it, im enjoying having my dumb little dolly so desperate under me.”

a particularly hard thrust had your legs shaking, almost causing you to fall over. “fuck jay! please!” “alright, cum for me sweetheart, cum all over this cock.” you felt his pace quicken as you flew over the edge, and his load spill out inside you.

“fuckin hell. thanks for that princess. i’ll be sure to ruin your makeup later.” he smiled wide as he pulled up his black pants and rebuttoned his matching green shirt.

helping you regain your footing, he slid the dress back on your body and zipped you up.

“can’t wait to do it all again later sweet cheeks.”

[once-upon-an-imagine]

Hello~ I saw you asked for some inspiration and it's my first time requesting from an author so, I'm giving it a try (but no pressure 🙏)

I thought about a Marauder (I can't choose between the three of them but maybe Remus?) with:

Short Reader, crying: You're... you're... you're taller than me!

Remus: And you just realized it?

With the hormones and fluffly pregnancy moments? 👀😇

Really no pressure, I can't wait to read anything from you even if it's not this 😊

Have a lovely day sweetie

Val 🌸

omg this is sooooo cute! 🥰🥰🥰🥰 I love it! I feel so honored that you picked me for your first request! 😊😊 thank you for liking my writing so much, love! I hope you like this one as well 😁 Warnings: none, this is pure fluff; reader is a bit emotional though Disclaimer: I don’t own Harry Potter 😁 gif isn’t mine 😊

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Taller

"Remus!"

"What? What's wrong? Are you okay? Is it the baby?" Remus asked, still half asleep as he sat up and his hands went directly to your bump.

"No, Remmy! I can't sleep!" you said, as Remus turned on his nightlamp.

"What's wrong? Are you hungry? Do you have a weird craving again?"

"For the last time, ice cream and french fries are not a weird craving!" you glared at him.

"Sweetheart, I love you, but even Prongs said it was weird and that's as low as it goes" he chuckled, rubbing his tired eyes. "Why can't you sleep?"

"Remus, do you realize that my due date is one month from today?" you said, getting closer to him. "ONE MONTH!"

"Yes, I know, love-"

"That is thirty days!"

"Well, actually a bit less because it's February, and-"

"Remus! We are not ready! We do not have any of the big things we need!"

"What big things? Did you have lunch with Lilly and Alice today?"

"We do not have a changing table, we do not have a crib or a chair where the baby can eat, we haven't even picked out a name-!"

"Alright, alright, love, slow down" Remus said, pulling you closer to him and kissing the side of your head and he noticed you were crying. "Love, there’s nothing to worry about. We have plenty of time" he assured you.

"Rem, what if I am awful at this?" you asked, looking up at him and Remus wiped away your tears.

"Sweetheart" he said, kissing your forehead. "Why would you say that? You're going to be a great mother" he insisted.

"I don't know! I feel like Lily and Alice were prepared for Harry and Neville. They've been prepared their whole lives! I even remember them in school talking about how many kids they were going to have and all of that and- I don't know, Rem, what if I'm not?"

"Love, don't say that. You're just a bit nervous, I get that" he said, stroking your arms up and down. "I'm nervous too, but we're going to be great at this, you know why?"

"W-why?"

"Because we're a team" he smiled sweetly at you.

"And we are the best team" you smiled between tears.

"Yes we are" he said, giving you a peck on the lips. "Look we both are off tomorrow. So we can go the baby store that's around the corner and we will get you everything that you need. Okay?"

"Okay" you nodded before pulling him back to you. "Thank you" you said as he kissed the top of your head.

"You want to have a cup of tea?" he asked, stroking your back.

"You're not tired?" you asked, feeling guilty for waking him up.

"No" he assured you. "We can brainstorm names for the baby" he suggested.

"Really?" you asked excitedly and he nodded, smiling.

"C'mon" he said helping you out of bed and the two of you walked over to the kitchen. "I'll make the tea, you get the mugs?" he said, kissing your temple.

"Okay" you said, walking over to the counter where you kept the mugs.

Only one problem, they were on the top shelf. You would usually hop on the counter to get them but Remus would always say you would fall down and hurt yourself, so you stopped doing that after you got pregnant. And you had no idea where the little stepstool he bought for you was.

"Um... R-Rem?" you called after he put the water on.

"Yes, dove?"

"I can't reach them" you said shyly.

"Oh, let me" he said, making his way towards you and he easily grabbed both yours and his mugs, placing them on the counter and tears ran down your face again. "What's wrong now, love?" he asked worriedly, placing both your and his mug on the counter.

"You're... you're... you're taller than me!" you cried, as Remus frowned his eyebrows a little.

"And you just realized it?" he chuckled. "Sweetheart, the first time I talked to you, it was because you couldn't reach a Potions book in the Library" he reminded you, as he wiped away your tears.

"No, I know, but... what if the baby needs something and I can't reach it when you're not here?" you cried as he hugged you closer to him, kissing your head.

"We can put everything the baby needs in your reach, okay?" he said, feeling you nod against his chest.

"Thank you" you said, looking up at him and giving him another kiss.

"What for?"

"For dealing with all of my craziness" you said, making him chuckle and he kissed your cheek.

"Is not craziness, love. You're just worried about our baby, see? You're going to be a great mum" he assured you as he went to make the tea for yourselves and you sat down.

"You're just saying that because you're on my team" you said as he sat next to you.

"And because it's the truth" he insisted. "So, what names have you thought about?"

"Well, Remus, I have actually wanted to tell you that... it will mean a lot to me... if we name our kid... Sirius James Lupin" you said, making Remus choke on his tea and spitting it out.

"Please tell me you're joking" he said, recovering his breath as you burst out laughing.

"Yes, I am, James and Sirius paid me ten galleons to say that" you laughed as Remus glared at you. "You should have seen the look on your face!"

"I hate you!"

"You love me" you smirked. "They actually provided a list of names" you said, putting out a note block they gave you.

"Do they know is not their baby? James already has one, why is he giving his opinion?"

"How do you feel about the name Blaze Lupin?"

"Not great."

"What about Laser?"

"No."

"Viper?"

"No."

"Atlas?"

"Oh" Remus said, thinking about it. "I do love atlases" he said.

"Mm, common ground" you smiled.

"Wait, who suggested it?"

"What difference does it make?"

"Love-"

"Sirius" you admitted.

"Then no."

The End

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A/N: I hope you liked it, loves! threw some Friends and B99 inspo in there

[existence-mallon]

hiiiii<3 could we get some soft dom jin yuan smut/thirst where (preferably gn pls!) reader is insecure about their thighs? also tysm for the kafka crumbs omg

You're welcome!! I love writing for Kafka, she's my favourite<33

Jing Yuan's corner

suggestive themes under cut––––––––––––––

You were looking at yourself in the mirror, that damned mirror, noticing all the little flaws and imperfections only you could see. Your eyes trailed down your own body, and your gaze fell on your thighs. Gosh, you felt so uncomfortable with your body, especially your thighs. Questions popped up in your mind. You wondered if Jing Yuan found you ugly and just.. felt pity for you. If that was the reason he was dating you, just pity..

Jing Yuan had just about managed to enter your shared bedroom when he saw you looking in the mirror. You noticed him and quickly turned away, seemingly making your way to the desk to 'work'.

"Something wrong, little dove?" He asked you, his voice dripping with adoration.

"No Yuan, I'm fine." You sighed out. Jing Yuan knew of your insecurities, but he never really knew how to comfort you. As General, his way of speaking was, quite harsh. He never wanted to speak that way to you, never wanted to make you feel even more uncomfortable.

Until, despite the embarrassment, he asked some foxian ladies for advice. And now he felt as what he would do would make you happier.

He came behind you, hugging you. His fingers trailed down and along your thigh in a gentle motion, caressing every perfect inch. “You have nothing to be insecure about. Your legs are perfectly fine, don't get so caught up over nothing," He said, rubbing your thigh in a comforting manner.

“There's no reason to worry, you look absolutely gorgeous with the way you are right now” Jing Yuan muttered, gently caressing your neck, then your chin. The tips of his fingers brushed over your reddened cheeks before he turned you around and kissed you. Your lips met his in an intimate kiss, your arms coming to hold him tighter, a hand slipping into his hair and the other gripping the back of his neck. Faint whines escaped your mouth, your face flushed with embarrassment from how new it felt. His kisses trailed down your neck, and they sent shivers down your spine. That fleeting touch of his felt so comforting, you felt like you were wrapped up in a warm blanket on a cold winter night.

“You're so beautiful, sweetheart. Don't degrade yourself.” He whispered, nuzzling your neck and kissing each spot he could. One hand on the small of your back, the other roaming free. His fingertips ran down your thigh once again before slowly inching inward, and then again running up, teasing you. His hands roamed up your body, dancing across your skin and eventually slipping under your shirt.

As soon as he got your consent and approval, his fingers toyed across your chest, the sensation tickling you as he slowly moved them around each of your nipples. Your breathing grew heavier, your heartbeat quickening with each second passed.

His other hand continued its slow descend down, shuffling your shirt and moving past your waist. With a smile plastered on his face, he whispered sweet nothings and reassuring words in your ear.

"It's a shame you feel like this, because your thighs are one of the things I like the most about you. I'm a simple man, and in my book, thighs win any day." He teased, trying to lighten up your mood. Jing Yuan led you and gently leaned you down onto the bed, his hand firmly pressing against your back.

"You're okay with me doing this, right?" Jing Yuan whispered, and he bit his lip while trying to keep his breath steady, not wanting to make any jarred movements that would startle you or dampen the mood. "I just want to make you feel good, baby. Just want to show you how I see you and how much I love you."

Your breath hitched and your heart raced, your body trembling in anticipation, with his hands rubbing every part he could. Jing Yuan bit his lip, unable to hide the small smirk on his face as he watched your body react to his touch. He pulled you closer, his kisses trailing your neck, down your chest, down to your navel.

He parted your legs and started kissing your thighs, nibbling on them, making you lace your fingers in his hair. He teased you, gently sucking on your inner thighs. "Forget about all your insecurities. Let me show you how much I love you and your body.." He said as he pushed your underwear down..