#I feel like I'm an inconvenience when I ask them for even a little massage

[ashtraysystem]

I'm writing a massage fic and making myself jealous of the characters. goddammit.

[lymtw]

Toji can't ignore the sounds of your moans and whimpers through the wall. He's sitting on the couch, in the living room, unable to do anything about it, because you're still mad at him, and he's frustrated as hell, because he's so painfully hard, that he can see the his dick twitching against the front of his sweats. He refuses to take care of it himself when he knows you're only a room away. To his convenience, you're already in the mood—clearly—but to his inconvenience, you're punishing him. You're scattering his name into your moans to throw salt in the wound, to really make it unbearable, and truthfully, it's getting to him.

Toji reached his limit when he heard you let out a sharp gasp, followed by the sound of those cries you let out when you cum hard. He strides over to your shared bedroom, opening the door to reveal your naked lower body, and your tank top scrunched up over your chest. His breath hitches, the throbbing in his pants intensifying as he rakes his eyes over your frame and absorbs the entire sight of you.

"You're really gonna get yourself off to the thought of me, when i'm right outside?" His incredulous tone doesn't do a good job of hiding the desperation that led him to barge into the room where you're splayed out so indecently.

"Mhm..." you hum, blissfully. You release a heavy, satisfied sigh. "That's exactly what I just did, 'cause you're on a time out," you say, tugging your shirt back down and pulling up your underwear, before sitting up to search for your shorts. "Don't worry. I finished. I'm done torturing you."

He can't let it be over. This normally wouldn't be enough to satisfy you. From what he heard, it seems like you only came once.

"Baby, no," he almost whines. He's outwardly desperate for you, having gone way too long without being allowed to touch you, intimately. "Let me. Please," he says, climbing onto the bed. His hands make contact with the skin of your bare legs and glide over the length of your shins, continuing their way up to part your thighs to make room for him to wedge himself between them.

"I did what you asked of me. Said I was sorry and repeated after you to call myself dumb." It was such a silly moment that made the storm in your mind subside for a minute or two.

Toji resists the urge to smile when he sees you suppressing the curl of your own lips. His hands go to your waist, not stopping there. The warmth of his palms travels up your edges, meeting the sides of your breasts and briefly palming the tops of them, in order to get to your shoulders. He grips your shoulders, using them as leverage to guide you back down to the bed. Focus is embedded into his features as he takes the thin material of your shirt between his rough fingertips and peels it off your skin until he reveals the gorgeous view of one of his favorite parts of your body.

Like a domestic cat, he lays his body on you, and plants his face between your breasts. It doesn't take long for him to begin appreciating your chest, pressing multiple slow kisses to your skin. He's basking in the softness you withheld from him.

"What else do you want from me, doll?"

You let out a small, quiet sigh, through your nose. You feel a little irritated with yourself for not even putting up a fight against his affection. You always say you're not going to let him touch you for a certain amount of time, as punishment for the dumb things he does, and yet somehow it always ends up this way—him nuzzling into your chest.

"I want you to stop being a jealous maniac," you say, the words coming out softer than you intended them to, as you welcome defeat and run your fingers through his soft, dark locks.

"Mm-mm, anything but that," he responds, muffled by your warm skin. His hands caress your body, rubbing your waist and massaging your hips in a manner that would induce relaxation under different circumstances. You can't let yourself fall into that comfort until you've talked things out.

"Toji, you flashed your gun at someone who mistook me for somebody else." You attempt to keep yourself composed in order to communicate the issue efficiently. There's no need to raise your voice when you have him right there, lying comfortably on your chest.

"Mhm, I did that," Toji confirms, before planting a soft kiss on the inner side of your right breast. "The dickwad must have been real blind if he had to get so close." He feels your chest rise with a deep inhale, then hears you let out the breath. With that, he knows you're still upset and he has to further elaborate on his actions. "He had his filthy paws on you and everything. I did what I thought was best to get him to fuck off."

You hum in mere acknowledgment. "Uh-huh, that's definitely the way to go about it. God forbid you verbalize your discomfort before threatening to use a bullet."

You feel a warm puff of air on your chest, similar to the sigh you let out, but less audible, and then a kiss directly between your breasts.

"I was right next to you, ma. He was looking at you in a way that he shouldn't have been. He looked at you the same way that I look at you. You don't need that from anyone else. And that stupid ass thing he said about supposedly feeling like he's seen you somewhere? He clearly said it to get a good look at you from up close."

"You really are insane, aren't you?" You ask, rhetorically, stilling the hand that's on the back of his head.

"Doll, I hate the idea of pulling the gun out in front of you. I don't ever wanna have to use it and scare you in the process, but he was actively trying to steal you from me. If he were just ogling you from afar, I might've acted differently, but he touched you. He fucking touched you. Who does shit like that?"

Toji can feel his blood boiling again, so he refocuses on your chest. He doesn't want to think about what happened anymore, when he's in his happy place, where he knows he belongs.

"Alright, Toji. Take a deep breath." You softened your voice to simmer down his emotions. You resumed the movement of your fingers carding through his hair, aiding him in calming down more.

He does as you say and releases a heavy breath. It's riddled with his discontented feelings. "You're supposed to be mine," he mumbles, before finally latching his lips around your nipple.

Toji needs reassurance, too. Him being an attractive, enormous, hulking man, has nothing to do with how secure he feels around you, his lover. It's easy to think that because he manages to turn heads wherever he goes, that he'll be fine when you get those same reactions, but the way you have him now, is proof that insecurity can reach even him. He needs to know that he's not going to lose you so easily, especially to someone as ridiculous as the man who managed to unsettle him.

You look down at him as he takes all the comfort he needs from your chest. "I'm all yours, Toji. You're the only one who will ever get a pass for that kind of psychotic behavior."

He hums, releasing your breast, before resting the side of his face down on your chest. "You make it sound like i'm toxic towards you."

Your chest jumps as you laugh, a gesture that makes Toji lift his gaze to look at you. Your expression managed to make him lighten up a little more.

"You're crazy, but I love you, regardless."

He groans, the sound cushioned by your soft skin. You're the one thing that holds up his sanity, yet somehow you're also the one who tests it by saying things like that to him.

"Let me have you," he says, his kisses beginning to trail up, towards your neck. "Please, let me have you, mama."

"Are you gonna keep threatening people when you get jealous?" You ask, your lips curling as be continues to kiss your delicate skin.

"Mhm," he confirms. "Like I said and you said," he speaks, into your neck, "you're mine. If people don't know it, i'll make sure they get it on the first go. There's no need to make mistakes."

You laugh. "Your possessiveness is intense."

"You're not a joke, to me," he says, looking at you. His expression is as serious as what he just said.

You grab the rolled up fabric of your shirt, with the intention of covering yourself. The ambience has gone more serious and it feels wrong to be so exposed in the moment.

"Don't cover yourself, yet. I want you, baby. Please." His knuckles graze your cheek, affectionately. Despite your chest being out on full display, his attention is centered on your face. He's reading your expression. You were laughing a few seconds ago and now you're as still as him.

"Be nice to me. I don't want you to be rough, this time." It's back to back gentleness with the way your voice reaches him and your smile manages to soothe the remaining sting he's feeling. It's like you're showing him the way you want him to handle you. "I'm yours, Toji. No amount of speed or aggression from your body against mine, will have an impact on the fact. Okay?"

He keeps his eyes on you for a couple more seconds, like he's letting your words sink in and fully envelop him. He repositions his hand, so that he's cupping your cheek, and a couple slow strokes of his thumb against your skin gave him the courage to lean down and kiss you. The second his lips meet yours, he wants more. Infinitely more. He's chasing kiss after kiss from you, utterly drunk on the feeling of your hands pulling him closer by his shirt. He'll consume you, at this point.

"Hm?" You hum, still awaiting his response.

"Got it, baby," he says, before connecting his lips to yours once more. He peppers the rest of your face with kisses, luring giggles from you at the barrage of affection.

This isn't the first time Toji has been revoked of his 'you privileges', and gotten them back, instantly. This has occurred many times in the years that you've been together. Going into a relationship with him, you never thought he'd be the jealous type, much less the type who would threaten someone's life over getting overly cozy with you. The first time he pulled something similar to this, it was a little frightening. You knew he kept a gun on him sometimes, but you figured it was strictly for life or death situations.

You were wrong.

Some weirdo was getting too comfortable with you, hand wrapped around your wrist and all. You clearly remember Toji being visibly bothered, because someone thought they could just swoop in and steal your focus from him. He watched for a minute or two as the man took in your beauty and complimented you on every aspect of your appearance. He really did his best to get you to follow him to his table, and though Toji thought the whole thing was a pathetic attempt, he couldn't help the feelings that began to bubble up as the man squeezed your arm. Toji did a dog whistle to grab the man's attention, and when he looked, he lifted his shirt, just enough to show the grip of his gun. Your stomach twisted and you felt like your heart was going to lurch out of your chest. The stranger just stood there for a second, looking at Toji, condescendingly, as if to insinuate that he knew he was bluffing, and when Toji reached for and grabbed ahold of the gun's handle, that same cocky man paled. He didn't even have to pull out the whole gun—the man had walked away by the time he had the grip in his hand— but you remained worried that he would notify someone about what happened, so you and Toji left.

To this day, Toji still scares people that way when he notices them invading your space in a manner that doesn't sit right with him. You're not scared anymore, when he does it, but the frustration of having to ditch wherever you are, in fear of being ratted out by whoever Toji threatened? It's still there, and you feel it every time. You know he does it out of love for you, but sometimes you wish he would take a second to talk to you, before he even thinks of hurting someone.

Toji has kissed your entire torso, by now. Your chest wasn't exempt from his attention, despite the amount of time he already spent on it. If anything, he refined the love he gave it with purposeful movement and significance towards every spot his lips brushed.

He nears your lower abdomen, wet kisses placed beneath your navel, going lower and lower until you can feel his breath being filtered through the front of your underwear. His hands go beneath the elastic band, cupping your hips without restriction as he kisses your clothed pelvis.

Your breathing picks up the slightest bit when his lips meet your slit through the thin layer. His tongue comes out and he does an experimental swipe of it against the fabric. You feel the space immediately heat up, from your arousal and from the warm wetness of his tongue, itself.

"Stay still for me, mama," he murmurs, kissing your inner thighs after spotting the quiver in them. "You nervous?" He asks, with a small curl of his lips.

"Of course, I am." You look into his eyes as you confirm it. You love him so dearly, that even after the years you've spent together, you still feel lightning coursing through you when he has you this way. This electric feeling doesn't prevent you from letting yourself enjoy what he gives you, nor does it hinder you from touching him and making him feel good. You don't become more hesitant towards him, because by now, you're well aware that your love for him coexists with butterflies. They reside in you, and are able to be lured out by him at any instant, despite your knowledge of the fact that he would gladly be someone's cause of death if they don't keep themselves in check around you.

"Love you," he says, kneading your hips as he leans in to press a few more warm kisses to your thinly veiled cunt. His eyes dart up to your face when you don't respond—he's a little lost on why you didn't say it back— until he sees how despite the way you just admitted to your nerves, he has you entirely at ease. You have a hand flat on the sheets, occasionally moving against the material beneath it, while your other hand rests on your stomach. Your chest is steady and your attention is on the ceiling, your expression serene—ethereally so.

His hands run down your hips, warm palms squeeze and feel up your thighs, gaining your eyes on him again. "You're not gonna say it back?" He asks, his voice deep enough to make the ache between your legs just that much more intense.

"You already know I do," you say, contrasting his demeanor with a giggle. He looks like a needy puppy with that glint that presents itself in his eyes.

"Mhm, doesn't mean I don't wanna hear it, again, or do you not love me, right now?"

You're caught by surprise with that one, a small, almost inaudible gasp, leaving you at the words. "I love you all the time, Toji. I love you now and I loved you earlier when I was pissed. It's not going away."

He's a little more impatient for you, now. His movement doesn't speed up, but his heartbeat is in his ears, and there's a tremble in his hands as he reaches for the elastic of your underwear. He pulls the garment down, wanting to smell and taste you more clearly. His cock jumps at the sight revealed. You're still so wet. He lets out a shuddered breath, now that your lower half is completely bared for him. His mouth comes closer and closer and his tongue comes out, making contact with your throbbing cunt for the first time.

"Toji." The sound is soft—unexaggerated—as his tongue laps at your warmth, tasting the sweet wetness that coats it. He could stay like this for hours, worshipping your entire body, while you touch him and gift him the prettiest sounds ever. He can't get enough of you, which is why when it looks like you're going to close your legs, he pins them down, entirely. His hands splay over your thighs and he keeps them there, because he isn't going to fight to give you the pleasure you deserve. He'll love on you until your body is begging him to stop, because he knows that your mouth can be misleading, at times.

He's taking it slow, just like you wanted him to. The most stimulation comes from him lightly sucking on your clit for brief moments at a time, just to hear your moans get the slightest bit louder. Every time he releases your sensitive pearl, he goes back to running his tongue through your drooling slit, the tip of the muscle nudging your clit, causing it to throb with need. Each graze of the wet warmth, makes you wonder if you should ask him to go faster, though you were the one who asked for this gentleness. You don't want to seem indecisive or come off as doubtful that he can make you cum this way. You know he can, but god, you want so much more. You feel like you're the one who's going insane with every flick of his tongue.

"That good, mama? Or do you want it slower?" He gives you a teasing smirk. Toji knows how you are. You say you want him to be soft and gentle with you, but when the time comes, you want more than what's given to you. You delve into greediness as seconds turn to minutes. You both have nowhere to be. Time is yours, and Toji intends to take advantage of that. He's going to fulfill your needs the way you want him to, but that doesn't mean he loses awareness of your little ticks. He feels the small twitches of your legs beneath his hands every time you feel his nose bump into your clit just before it gets hit by his tongue. He sees the way your hips sink into the mattress and your body quivers when they rise, again.

"G-Good. Don't go any slower," you respond, holding your voice as steady as possible.

"Mm... Faster?" He asks, his tone so calm yet sultry, that you can't tell if he's patronizing you. He doesn't miss the way light flashes, briefly, through your features. In an instant, you regain your composure. A simple hum is offered in response—a wordless brush off of his suggestion. The sound makes Toji smirk. How stubborn of you.

"I won't hold it against you," he says, pressing a kiss to the crease that joins your pelvis and your thigh, leaving an echoing feeling of need in your core. "Just say the word, ma." He presses more kisses to your skin, as if he's trying to persuade you to let him devour you.

"Mm-mm, this is good."

It's not what he's trying to get out of you, but he can keep going until you're hanging on by a measly thread.

He continues on with that same pace—licking, suckling, prodding—so gently, luring the cutest little mewls from you. It took a little longer, but eventually, your body started trembling with impending release.

"I'm gonna- Toji," you cry, tightening your fists around the sheets as he slowly circles his tongue over your clit, focusing on it entirely. Your moans grow needier and needier as you near the edge through such delicateness. The anticipation is killing him. He wants you to be louder. You wouldn't hate him for bringing you more pleasure, would you? It's a risk he's willing to take.

Without another doubt, he's messily making out with your cunt, causing more of your sweet nectar to drool out at a more rapid pace. Your breath hitches, a sharper rendition of his name cried out. Your hand reaches downward and grabs a fistful of his hair, tugging on it as he continues to ravage you. Your moans sound absolutely filthy. He doesn't detach his mouth from you for a single second. His hands finally release their pin on your thighs, allowing you to fully suffocate him when they shut around his head. His arms hook around your thighs, a harsh grip on them to keep you from scooting away from his relentless mouth when you cum. It's another strong, orgasm, that has you arching your back off the mattress and squirming as he continues devouring you through the intense sensation. Your hips roll in an attempt to get more of his mouth on you. Only when you start whimpering and attempting to twist out of his hold, does he ease up. He goes back to the original pace, soft kitten licks through your slit to lap up every drop of your sweetness, earning small twitches from your body, due to the sensitivity you feel.

You release the hold you have on his hair and relax your legs, unbending them and letting them fall comfortably on the bed. He finishes you off with a few kisses, thin strings of his saliva and your cum sticking to his lips, before snapping every time he loses contact with your cunt. His warm palms caress your thighs—a comforting gesture, as your sounds come to a halt and all that is heard is your breathing.

"You're so impatient," you playfully chide, a breathy laugh following.

"You wanted more," he responds, one more kiss placed on you before he licks his lips clean. "I'm really good at reading you."

"Yeah? You think so?" You ask, a teasing grin on your face.

"I know so," he responds. "Wouldn't it just be the worst if we've been together this long, and I didn't know almost everything about you, by now?" He repositions himself, now sitting on his knees to start ridding himself of his own clothes.

You manage a hum and a nod as you watch Toji pull off his shirt.

"Good thing that's not the case, and I do know basically everything about you. Down to the way your body reacts to me— the signals you create that let me know you're gonna cum all over my tongue, when your pretty mouth can't form words."

"So vulgar," you say, through flustered giggles.

"You can take it, mama," he teases, a smirk growing on his lips as you watch him pull off his sweats. His eyes stay on yours, as he kicks them off, letting them slide off the bed and onto the floor, before crawling back between your legs. You can feel his clothed hard-on pressing against your core as he takes your lips in his again. He's addicted to the feeling of your warm body against his.

His hands come down to cup your waist, his fingers molding into the soft flesh with every squeeze they offer. He pauses the make out, small breaths leaving him.

"Baby," he says, his voice almost a whisper, his lustfully darkened eyes narrowed on your starry ones. "I'm gonna kill the next person who hits on you in front of me." He goes back in for a few more quick kisses. "I'm not joking. I can't keep sparing them."

"Shh... All yours, Toji," you murmur, softly, pulling him back in to continue the flow of kisses. Your hand goes to the nape of his neck, the other settles on his shoulder. You hear him groaning quietly into the kisses as he continues grinding his hips into yours.

"Fuck, doll," he groans, pausing his lips on yours once again. "I need you."

You laugh, a warm sound that just adds on to his desire to have you. "So, take me, baby. I'm ready for you."

He gives you one more peck, the slyest smirk playing on his lips as he watches you lean forward for another one, only to be met with nothing.

"Ass," you grumble, playfully shoving his chest.

He chuckles, a deep rumble of a sound as he sits back to remove his boxers. He's not even ashamed of the mess of precum that accumulated in them. If anything, he's surprised he was able to hold in his load this entire time. Pleasantly surprised, because every drop will go to you, as always.

One minute you're sitting up to fully remove your shirt, pulling it up over your head, the next, in what seems like a flash, you're pushed back onto the bed, hands pinned above your head.

You giggle, looking up at him with a lingering smile. "Gentle."

"Mhm," he hums, leaning down to kiss your neck. "So gentle." Two misleading words that don't prepare you for the sensation of his teeth sinking into the crook of your neck.

Your bubbly laughter homes into his ears when his tongue runs over the indentations, luring a huff of a laugh from him.

You feel his cock run through your slick folds, his hips moving back and forth, slowly. Quiet breaths fill the silence that takes over the intimate moment. Toji runs his length through your slit one more time, before finally pushing his tip in. You gasp, feeling his cock begin to drive into you.

"F-Fuck, baby, let me touch you."

"In a minute." He sounds so calm and collected, but you can feel the grip he has on your wrists tighten and the bluntness of his nails pressing into your skin.

"No. Please."

"In a minute," he repeats.

"Pretty please?"

"You're so conflicting, mama. Love that you're begging, but at the same time, you're not listening." His hips draw back and thrust right back into you, his cock filling you up entirely, again.

"Oh fuck. Okay. Please, Toji," you whine.

Toji hums dismissively and picks up a rhythm that manages to get you to stop thinking about your pinned wrists. He lures soft, little moans out of you, listening closely as he plants warm, wet kisses on the side of your face, from your temple to your jaw.

"Just let me be good to you, baby. Alright?"

You hum, nodding your head.

"Yes?"

"Please, yes."

His thrusts become even more precise as he focuses on bringing pleasure to both of you, deep groans and grunts blending together with your higher pitched moans. A few minutes pass and you feel the pressure on your arms ease up, your hands free to roam without restriction. The first thing you do is cup his jaw and bring him in for breathy kisses. You keep your hands on his face and he lets you turn his head in every which way to cover him with kisses. Your affection is intoxicating, and he can't get enough of it. He lets out a breathy laugh when you practically have a make out session with the scar on his lips, your melodic sounds of pleasure released against the strike as he continues to fuck into you. The last kiss you leave on the cicatrix is a big one. One that makes the obnoxious kissy sound and everything. He swipes his tongue over his scar, as if he's trying to catch remnants of the sugar you coated it with.

"Love you," you say, eyes darting over his handsome features and the lovestruck expression they create. You feel the way his hips stutter against you, his abs tensing with restraint before he recomposes himself. You glide your hands up and down his arms and repeat yourself for him. "Love you so much, Toji. I'm yours."

"Fuck— I fucking love you. You're all mine. My baby." He mutters more inaudible curses under his breath, his grip on your waist getting harsher and his thrusts growing quicker, with every sweet confirmation you offer.nYou whimper, nails digging into his biceps as you withstand the feeling of his cock relentlessly brushing that spot within you that makes you melt beneath him.

"Oh fuck, i'm close." He groans, feeling the way your walls spasm around him at the words. "Yeahhh, you want it, huh, baby? Want my cum?"

A shaky breath leaves you, your face observed up close and personal by Toji, through lust-brimmed, enamored, obsessed eyes. You squirm under all of him— his zoned in attention on you, his touch, his hot, tacky skin, his cock buried inside you—dragging in and out of your soft walls, in a manner that has your toes curling to the brink of actual pain. His fingers find your clit and rub it in rapid circular motions, causing your body to jolt at the sudden intensity of the enhanced pleasure.

You look up at him with your sparkling eyes. "Please... P-Please, Toji? I want it. Want you," you utter, as he brings you closer to your own orgasm.

"Fuck, okay. Okay, baby, gonna give it all to you." His hips pick up their pace a little more and he buries his face into your neck. You can hear the string of grunts and shuddered breaths that pair with his unraveling, right beneath your ear. Deep moans and pants flow past his lips, and his nails begin to leave crescent shapes on your sides. You feel his hot breath on your neck, the open mouthed puffs of air accompanied by the lewd sounds of him filling you with his warm, creamy cum. As he continues rutting into you, riding out every second of his orgasm and then some to get every last drop of his cum into you, he bites your delicate skin, the placement only a few centimeters above where he bit you the first time. He stays there for a few seconds, breathing heavily through his mouth and nose, before he loosens his bite, the gesture transitioning to sloppy kisses over the wet, saliva-coated indentations.

"Cum, doll," Toji mutters, feeling the way your cunt flutters around him when his fingers relocate your throbbing bundle of nerves. Your head sinks back into the pillow, allowing him to drag his kisses up the column of your neck, to feel the vibration of your sounds beneath his lips. Your nails go to his shoulders, dragging across the toned area of muscles, surely leaving behind some scratches. You cry out in utter bliss, your force of an orgasm echoing through your entire being. "There you go, mama," Toji purrs, in response to your body releasing the tension that came with the intensity of your pleasure. You tremble, your small, rapid whimpers and breaths evolving into full blown, unholy moans. "So, so pretty," he drawls out, engraving yet another one of your euphoric expressions into his memory. His fingers leave your clit, and his hips slow down to the point of merely grinding into you, to lure those final little whines out, before stilling entirely.

You shut your eyes to focus on calming your heaving chest for a few seconds, and when you open them again, you have the prettiest pair of green eyes staring down at you. You give Toji a lazy smile and a laugh, a sight that makes him feel warm and fuzzy inside. His heart races as he absorbs the visuals of your post-orgasm haze. Your luminous eyes devour him, that little satisfied smirk on your face is everything— god, he loves that you laugh even more at the way he can't stop staring at you.

Just like that, Toji is reminded of what got this sight revoked from him in the first place. He still doesn't feel like he's in the wrong for wanting to murder anyone who has far from just friendly intentions with you, but as you caress his face and hold his gaze with that tender look in your eyes, his desire to kill those who openly lust after you, becomes entirely justified in his mind. He's lost all reason to hold back. There's no longer any part of him that would feel remorse or guilt, even if you can't look him in the eyes for days after the matter. He'll grovel as much as he has to, to get you to give him your eyes, again. You'll just have to agree to disagree on this, because yes, you come home to him, you sleep in the same bed as him, you kiss and hold him, the body concealed by your clothes is a secret between you and him, you get tangled up in sheets with him and the lot of it— but he can't risk losing you to someone who's possibly better than him and searching for all the exact things you have to offer. You're for him, as he is for you.

Toji doesn't care how clingy he appears when you finish getting cleaned up and ready for bed. You carelessly toss yourself onto the mattress and pull the blanket over your body while you wait for Toji, who took the steps and walked around the bed to make it to his side. He finds your body beneath the covers and immediately rolls on top of you, adhering himself to you, again. His head rests on your chest, his arms wrapped tight around your body.

You're already prepared to give him the intimate aftercare that comes with days like this. You don't mind that he's heavy and that he's crushing you or that he's taking up all your space, again, after having been so close to you a little while ago. You'll do this is many times as you need to for him to understand that he's wanted and loved by you.

You press a kiss to the top of his head, and murmur a quiet 'love you'. Your fingers run through his damp hair, your nails gently scratching the back of his head, while your other hand rubs his back. You feel the extra warm skin of his shoulders, where you paid no mind to the pressure your nails applied on it, earlier.

"Does that hurt?" You ask, lightly tracing a couple of the mildly inflamed lines. He hums in denial, but you let up, anyway, and continue to just rub his back.

He groans quietly at your soothing touch, nuzzling further into you. "I'm yours, too, ma. All yours," he mumbles. "I don't want anyone else and I don't wanna see you with anyone else."

You smile softly at his admission. "You're more than enough for me, Toji. There's no one I want more than you— no, there's no one I want other than you," you correct. "You know how much I love you?"

"Mm... How much?" He asks, waiting for you to give him a number or even just an elongated 'so much', but instead, you surprise him with:

"I wouldn't be able to tell you."

He chuckles. "Really?"

"Yeah, really. If you want something accurate, I'll never shut up."

"Good thing I like when you talk my ear off. You wanna give me an inaccurate idea of how much?"

You hum like you're in thought, a giggle following when he pinches your waist, encouraging you to tell him. "I love you a lot, Toji. So much more than I will ever be able to say or show. We would have to conjoin our minds for you to understand exactly how much I love you, but even then, once our minds separate, your estimate will be entirely off again."

He lifts his head off your chest, and waits for his eyes to adjust to the darkness of the room. The moonlight seeping through the spaces between the curtains is the only source of light that allows him to get a mediocre view of you. "That's inaccurate?" He asks, looking at you with clear disbelief when his eyes finally adjust. You nod, smiling through the warmth that spread on your cheeks. "Now, I wanna know how much you love me, with complete accuracy. I have all the time in the world to listen to you, baby. Just keep talking to me." He presses a kiss to your cheek before lying back down on your chest and wrapping his arms around you, again.

You hugged him as tight as you could for a few seconds. The sound of you straining yourself made him laugh, because not only did he not let out a single groan, but you tired yourself out even more. You rested your arms on his back and just shut your eyes. It was the warmth and weight of his body on you, the feeling of his arms keeping you firmly against him, the security, that managed to lull you to sleep. Toji dozing off was simpler than that, because all he needs to be able to sleep soundly, is for you to be around.

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alright who’s mtl to en- hyung line fucks out their s/o.. bratty attitude (SKKSHSUA i jzt change my mind. sorry for inconvenience heehhe🥲🥲🥲.. you just can do this instead of legal line that I’ve sent..)

Hmm...this is a hard one. (I really liked your last ask too so I will probably answer that as well if you want to hehe) I got carried away with sunghoon I'm sorry...

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ꕤ I think Sunghoon wouldn't waste a single second before shutting you up. He would hate your bratty attitude, because it shows that you think you can act up towards him. As if you had a chance to have the upperhand with Sunghoon. Even though he can feel the anger inside his chest when you act like a brat, he loves to shut you up. You would act bratty for one second, even if it only was a harmless joke, before he would grab your cheek, cover up your mouth, and push you against the nearest wall. His body would press against your back, trapping your body, making you unable to move from his touch. "We both know who's in charge here, don't even try to get an attitude when you're with me". You already knew it would be a long night, and it sure was. Right after he was done with you, your body would be aching, and your legs would be sticky from your juices. Sunghoon wraps his arms around your stomach, lifting you up, helping you walk to the bathroom to clean you up. You looked so pretty like this, right after he fucked the attitude out of you out of anger. "I'm sorry baby, I got carried away. Now let me clean you up"

ꕤ Jay would've let you be a little bit bratty in the beginning, because he just loves you so much. It would be hard though, since he finds the bratty attitude pretty annoying. Maybe it's her way of rebelling? But his dominant self, the urge to be the one in control, would take over him, and after a while of letting you be bratty, he would fuck away your attitude. And he is so good at it, almost making you forget that you were bratty in the first place. He always fucked you the hardest when you were bratty, though otherwise he would be a lot more gentle. He would flip you on all fours, his hand keeping your wrists in place behind your back, pounding into you making you unable to talk. "I hate it when you talk to me like that baby, that gives me no choise but to shut you up."

ꕤ In comparison to the other two, Heeseung would love your bratty attitude. He is well aware of how much stronger he is, and that he can pretty much just shut you up if he wanted to. But he just loves to see the way you are trying to talk back to him, and he finds it quite cute. You would attempt to insult him, only to get back a "Mhm?" and a smirk on his lips while he massages the back of your neck. You try to ignore how his touch makes your back arch, keep making claims that he has no affect on you what so ever. Eventually he would've suddenly been so rough to you, making you realize that he was letting you be bratty on purpose. You try to talk back, but the only sound that you are able to let out are your sweet moans, making Heeseung tease you between his thrusts. “Aw, is my bratty princess suddenly quiet? And here I thought that you would be brave enough to talk back".

ꕤ I just know Jake is a brat tamer, and he probably prefers you being bratty. Therefore, Jake would be the only one that wouldn't shut you up. “I love it when you talk like that, make me want to tame you” He definitely gets turned on by the fact that you act bratty, and would think you are sexy when talking back. Oh, and he himself would not be quiet. Would definitely be mean to you, taking your bratty remarks and hitting them right back at you. A full on argument session while he fucks into you. It's passionate, it's rough, it's hot and he loves it.

[sstormyskyess]

Decompressing

author's note: wrote this because i think it would fix me tbh

cw: hurt/comfort, small domestic fight [like really small], non-sexual bdsm, spanking, aftercare, subspace, dom!price

word count: 1000+

John Price x GN!Reader

Today was bad. Really bad. And you were tired. So, so tired. Even getting home was a chore; you were so irritated that every little inconvenience on your way back to your safe haven of a home had you seething. All you want is your bed—you want to sink into the sheets and not come out for as long as possible.

But your husband, your perfect husband who could do no wrong, has other plans. You know he means well, of course he does. All he wants is to help, but it feels like he's smothering you.

Finally, you snap.

"Just leave me alone, John!" You bark all of a sudden. You storm off to your shared bedroom and the door rattles on its hinges from the force with which you slam it shut. By the time you've thrown yourself under the duvet and buried your face into the pillow, you're already regretting what you did. Your face burns with shame as you imagine what his reaction was, the look that was on his face.

Luckily, he does give you space. The door only opens an hour or so later, once you've cooled off to a simmer. Not a full rest, but not boiling either. You bury yourself further under the sheets to shield yourself from the light that floods into the room from the hallway and then the light from the lamp that John turns on. His weight settles on the bed behind you and you melt under the heaviness of his warm hand on your side. He's silent—letting you think, you assume.

"I'm sorry," You mumble, voice muffled by the pillow under your head. He hums in response and starts to rub your shoulder. "I know, sweetheart." His voice is warm, calm, a perfect contrast to your own choked up tone. "It's alright."

There's a brief pause. It's tense and it causes you to turn over and peek up at him. He's looking down at you with his silvery blue eyes and your gaze meets his meekly. "You know that was inappropriate. You don't talk to me like that," he says, and although you're being scolded, he sounds anything but angry. You still feel terrible for what you did, but you know he wasn't upset with you. It didn't stop you from pulling the sheets over your face childishly.

"Come on, love. Get up," he tells you, firm yet patient as always. You knew what was coming next and it made you shudder with anticipation. You do as he asks and he moves to sit on the edge of the bed. You shuffle in front of him, dragging your feet and still avoiding his eyes. Your muscles tense when he takes hold of your thigh, squeezing it. "Over my knees."

You know he wasn't punishing you. This was anything but a punishment; it was for you, not for him. When you're laid over his legs, your face nuzzled into his side, you know that he's taking care of you and it makes you sigh softly.

His large palm massages the meat of your thighs and up to your ass, then his fingers find their way under the waistband of your pants. He tugs them down to your knees, taking your underwear with them. You shiver at the wash of cold air that breezes across your bare skin and John, ever observant, takes a moment to warm you up with his hand in wide circles over your ass.

When his hand pulls away, you immediately brace yourself, eyes shut tight. He brings it back down with a harsh slap to your ass and you yelp. He smooths over your skin as a slight comfort. "Don't forget to count, love," he instructs. You murmur out a small 'one,' and wait for his next spanking.

You're holding back tears after you reach seven, your asscheeks and thighs burning hot and prickling with pain from the intensity behind each hit he laid upon you. He takes a pause, running his hand up and down your spine. You glance up at him, silently questioning him.

"Tell me what happened today," he says with a leveled gaze peering back down at you. You go back to bury your face in his side, but his other hand takes hold of the back of your head, redirecting you to look up at him again. "I'm not asking," he reminds you with a tight squeeze to the nape of your neck. "Yes, sir," You respond with a nod.

You start recounting your terrible day, telling him everything that happened one after another, all the while keeping count just as he told you. The tears finally fall as you spill all of the feelings that were building inside you all day, everything that was pent up and ready to burst at the seams. You eke out apologies to him between your sobs, and he listens to everything you say intently, reassuring you that things are going to be okay. You squeeze his free hand tightly when he offers it to you and all of it is just so much. It's so overwhelming; it's cathartic.

When you tap his thigh, John knows that you've gotten it all out and you're finally relaxed, lost in a floaty, comfortable state far above the sea of troubles that you were stewing in before. He bundles you up in his arms and totes you to the bathroom, running a warm bath for you to rest in. Your eyes are puffy and rimmed with red while you stare up at him, leaning into his touch while he cleans you up from head to toe. His calloused fingers scrubbed along your scalp, keeping you drifting in subspace.

Once you’re cleaned up and dried off, he lays you on your stomach in the bed gently, peppering your warm skin with kisses. Across your shoulders, up and down your spine on the bruises that were forming on your ass and thighs. Looking back at him over your shoulder, you can see his soft eyes looking back at you, practically glowing in the light of the bedside lamp. Soon enough, you’re lathered up in lotion, cooling your irritated skin enough to let you drift off to sleep peacefully, cuddled up next to your husband. You could talk more in the morning, but for now you just needed to rest.

𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

[kakashisenppai]

dunno if you're still looking for kakashi ideas buttt...

can i request a proposal or wedding oneshot with hokage kakashi pls? ty <3

sure! i saw you said hcs were fine too but i tried to do an oneshot tho =) anyways, heres kakashi proposing, kinda long lol, hope you like it! <3

hokage!kakashi x f!reader

word count: 3.1k

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tag, you're it.

'it's today' kakashi thought, breathing deeply probably for the thousandth time that day. he had it planned for about a month but he couldn't help to feel anxious as the time got closer. touching the little velvet box in his pocket, kakashi watched the clock on his wall, wondering if time got slower since he step his foot there. he was waiting, not so patiently, for his lunch hour just to see you. everyday you stopped by to hand him his lunch or even eat together, but today it was going to be different, early that morning kakashi asked you if you two could go to Ichiraku get some ramen at his lunch time, and you agreed without a doubt, but actually he planned to take you on a walk by the river, where close by there was a picnic ready and waiting for you and then, lately he would finally ask you those four words he's been dying to say to you.

"are you waiting for someone?" he heard shikamaru's voice next to him, bringing him back to reality.

"huh?"

"I said are you waiting for someone? you're staring at the clock for some time now" the younger male affirmed, placing a pile of papers on his desk.

"just waiting for lunch, I'm kind of hungry" he tried to change the subject "and these are...?" he pointed to the papers in front of him.

"work. and you better be fast kakashi-sensei, there's more coming by the afternoon" he said turning away.

"thanks, shikamaru..." he said low while the boy closed the door behind him. kakashi shoulders got tense as he looked at it, taking a deep breath he didn't waist time to start, he had two hours until you came. by the time you walked through the door, kakashi placed the last paper sheet on the pile beside him, he rushed to get it all done and fortunately he had managed it just in time.

"hi, love" he said getting up to greet you with a kiss on your cheek.

"hey, babe, are you ready?" you smiled at him, placing your hand on his arm.

"for you? always" he joked, trying to act normal. you just laughed lightly, giving him a pat on the chest.

"should we get going then?" just as he was about to answer, you two got interrupted by shizune and shikamaru walking in with huge piles of paper, being followed by two other people holding just as much paper.

"hate to be a killjoy, but you have to get these ready till tomorrow" shikamaru explained while kakashi looked at him with wide eyes "and there's more coming". kakashi took a deep breath placing his hand on his face, frustrated about this inconvenience. he looked at you in the eyes and you could see the distress in them, smiling slightly you tried to reassure him.

"it's okay 'kashi, I'll go buy us some ramen and then we can eat here together, okay?" you caressed his covered cheek while he looked down at you, disappointed.

"I will make it up to you"

"there's no need, now go sit and get it started because I want you home tonight, I will be right back." you gave him a quick peck and turned away leaving the room, kakashi only stood there, hand in pocket touching the little box.

"hogake-sama?" shizune called him. now, taking a deep breath for the thousand and third time that day, kakashi sat by his desk and started once again those endless piles, upset his plan was ruined.

afterward when you came back with lunch, you two ate side by side, and after that you insisted to stay there with him, switching between helping him with paperwork and massaging his shoulders through the hours. when the sun was already down, he insisted you you go home, promising you he wouldn't stay all night there.

the two hands of the clock were up, indicating it was midnight when kakashi got home. taking his sandals and his hogake cloak off, he saw you on the couch, wrapped in a blanket watching whatever was on the tv. you glanced at the tired man in front of you, opening your arms you invited him over to your embrace and kakashi didn't even flinch when he moved to sit between your legs, hiding his face in your chest and holding you as close as possible to him.

"long day, huh?" you asked, stroking his soft silver hair.

"the longest. thanks for staying with me through the afternoon, I really appreciate it" he uttered.

"it's okay love, I just want to be by your side".

"forever?" he closed his eyes.

"forever".

kakashi then relaxed, drifting into sleep thinking tomorrow was going to be the day, he was going to ask you tomorrow. tomorrow.

✂

kakashi was hopeful as his lunch time was getting closer, he again asked you to go to Ichiraku together and for the second time his clone got the picnic prepared. today everything was going to be fine, no paperwork to get done and no shinuze or shikamaru to trap him there all night. kakashi patted the box in his pocket, waiting for the time to come. he was going to ask you today. as the time passed, kakashi was getting impatient, usually you're never late and that was enough reason to get him anxious. the silver haired man then decided to summon his ninken to help him.

"congratulation, boss" pakkun said right away, trying to look nonchalant.

"I didn't asked her yet, pakkun" he started, looking at the dog frustrated "but I need a favour".

kakashi then proceeded to explain everything to pakkun and what he needed to do so his plan could work, the dog only agreed and told kakashi to relax, put this matter on his paws meant job done. kakashi only sighed, wishing pakkun a good luck when he saw the dog leave his office.

after hours of waiting, pakkun walked in the room, carrying a box on his back. kakashi stopped everything he was doing and looked at the dog, waiting for him to talk and actually explain why he took so long. when he noticed pakkun was waiting for him to say something, he arched an eyebrow in question.

"she's taking care of Mirai, boss, she said Kurenai had an emergency and she forgot to contact you. she also made me bring you food," kakashi exhaled, resting his head on the back of the chair " there's biscuits for me too, so pay attention to not take them." pakkun jumped on his lap, patting kakashi on the leg to get his attention.

"I should eat your biscuits just because you made me wait for so long" kakashi provoked the dog, who groaned at him in response. he tried not to get disappointed again by the fail, so he just reheated the food his girlfriend made and ate, enjoying his dog presence.

tomorrow, he was going to ask you tomorrow. tomorrow.

✂

on the third day, everything was more than prepared, no paperwork, no unforeseen, no problem ahead. when you got there, kakashi quickly took you outside the hogake tower, not letting anyone interrupt you two. you walked beside him watching your way while kakashi watched you closely, distracted by your lovely figure next to him, he only noticed his surroundings when you started to get closer to Ichiraku. surprising you, kakashi took your hand and started to guide you in the opposite direction from the restaurant, you looked at him confused and he only gave you a warm smile. you decided not to ask, you trusted him with your life after all. taking his hand in yours, you intertwined your fingers, walking along with him.

you were already outside the populated part of Konoha, getting closer and closer to the river. kakashi was sweating as the anxiety dropped his stomach on his feet, the hot weather didn't help him at all with the shivers down his spine. watching him from your side eye, you finally spoke.

"what are you planning, kakashi?"

"nothing, love" he looked at you "I just thought we could enjoy the weather together". you looked at him suspicious, but decided to believe him anyway.

the walk was calm, the spring wind was blowing the flowers around you, helping the romantic vibe. kakashi was happy about how well this was turning out, you looked comfortable and joyful by his side, making he believe he couldn't be more in love. you stopped on your feet, turning your face to look at him surprised, he took a moment to realize you two were already by where his clone prepared the picnic.

"what is that, kakashi?" you squeezed his hand. kakashi looked over the blanket where the basket, the champagne and flowers were sat.

"for me looks like a surprise for a lovely person" he said playfully. you patted him on the shoulder and ran over the blanket, kakashi chose the right location under a big tree, making the river look ever more bright and clear from there, he was happy that place didn't not change at all along the years.

we walked slowly to you and places both of his arms around your waist, holding you tight from behind.

"I hope you like it" he placed a kiss on the top of your head.

"oh 'kashi, i loved it" you turned around, placing your arms around his neck "it's beautiful", you slowly took his mask down and placed a tender kiss on his lips.

"not as beautiful as you though" he answered when you broke the kiss, giving you a quick peck on the lips again "are you hungry?". kakashi watched as you happily agreed with him.

you two sat down next to each other and kakashi started to take things off the basket, he bought all of your favourites, and you watched it admired, it was almost like a mini feast for the two of you. kakashi could see not only in your eyes, but in your face as well how delighted you were and he couldn't be more satisfied by that. you two ate calmly, enjoying each other presence, the whole evening was full of food, conversation, laughter and caresses.

when you two were leaning on the tree, champagne glasses empty and your head on his shoulder, kakashi felt like it was the right time, so he turned at you taking a deep breath, taking your hand in his he turned your attention to him.

"y/n, my love, I don't know if your remember, but this was the place we met, right under this three" you shook in head in agreement, "since that day you became the most important person in my life, we were both fourteen years old and we were both going through tough times..., when I met you I felt a connection, and as the years went by I fell in love with you" he took his hand inside his pocked, holding your left hand only "and now, after so many things together, after a war, and after becoming hogake, after so many years..." he switch hands, holding your left hand with his right one, looking for the box in his other pocket "after so many years... I just know I couldn't be more in love with you..." he patted his back pockets lightly "I love you more than you could ever know... y/n..." he patted the pocket on his leg, looking in your tearfully eyes.

kakashi stopped for a moment, not believing this was happening. shit, shit shit. he held his head in his hand, taking a deep breath. this couldn't be happening.

"baby, what's wrong?" you asked seeing he changed his behaviour.

"I think I lost my keys" he came with an excuse, deadpan expression on his face. he stared at you, and for a moment you just stayed there looking at each other, until you break in laughter. kakashi didn't know how to react, but seeing you laugh that much, holding your belly in your hands, calmed him down, not believing his forgetfulness in such moment, he only could laugh at himself. you laid on your back, still laughing and he laid by your side, watching the tears fall from the corner of your eyes.

"oh my god" you said, trying to calm down "I love you so much, kakashi" you looked at him, smiling brighter than the sun "I love you so fucking much" you gave him a peck on his covered lips "thanks for today, love, I will never forget it" you shifted positions, laying your head on his chest, for a moment he became nervous about his heartbeat, but didn't mind as you cuddled him.

"me neither, darling" he placed his arm around your waist, and he didn't lie, he could he ever forget how he forgot the ring to propose you on that day.

✂

the dark clouds became closer and closer to the village as the hours went by, kakashi and you were walking peacefully through the village, he early decided shizuke, shikamaru and naruto could handle things today, so he decided to take the day off to spend it with you. he was holding three bags in one of his hands, the other one was holding yours tenderly, after you went home yesterday, you two couldn't get off each other, you were still inebriated in kakashi's words and kakashi was still trying to pretend like he wasn't going to propose you yesterday, but he still had a plan. you two stopped at Ichiraku to get some lunch before going home.

"y/n, I was thinking if we could take a walk with the dogs today" he said when you two got home.

"I'm totally up, but we should go before it starts to rain" you mentioned.

the eight dogs walked around you two, you were close to the same river as yesterday, but near the training grounds this time, still no one around, you two were quiet, but not uncomfortable.

"how did you manage to get out that office today?" you looked at him.

"I said naruto could practice being hogake for a day and shikamaru being his right hand without me to train him, shizune is supervising them though" he explained to her.

"ugh, I hope naruto can become the hogake soon so I can have you all for me" you said playfully.

"you already have me all for you, darling, duh" kakashi pulled you close by your waist, placing a small kiss on your forehead.

"but not as much as I would like" you placed a peck on his lips, kakashi took his mask off and pulled your lips together again, tasting the sweet ice cream flavour you had before on your tongue. you wrapped your hands around his neck, pulling the hair on his nape slightly. you two broke the kiss when the first drop of rain fell on your heads, looking to the sky, you two smiled at each other before sharing another kiss. the ninken who were close to you decided to run, happy about the earth becoming mud under their paws.

"oh, it's going to be a mess" you said, watching them play with each other.

"yeah, but a really cute one" he added.

"can't disagree"

you two watched as they played happily, mud now all over them. distracting you for a while, kakashi placed his vest on your shoulders, you gave him a smile and accepted it, wearing it fully and closing it around your torso. you two were now soaked from head to toe but you didn't even mind, you were happy with each other presence and nothing could change that. for a seconds you didn't even comprehend the words who came out of shiba's mouth as he got closer to you, a second later before a 'tag, you're it' you slipped on your feet as the dog jumped on you, making you fall butt on the ground.

"sorry!" the grey dog said before running away from you.

"thanks, shiba!" you voiced while kakashi only laughed at you "help me, 'kashi" you insisted, when he gave you his hand, you held it and pulled him to the ground as well "tag, you're it" you said, now laughing as well.

"what a dirty game" he declared, smiling playfully "I suggest you to run now" he said taunting you "I'm gonna count till five"

when kakashi started to count, you quickly got up on your feet, staying closer to the dogs. once he started to run, it was pure chaos, the dogs rushed around, trying to scape from him and you ran trying to stay on your foot, slippering most of the time. you ten played for a long time, slippering, falling and laughing, over and over again. it was kakashi's turn again when he made you his target, you tried your best to dodge from his touch, but when you got out of breath and placed your hands on your knees, you heard kakashi stop close to you letting out a giggle, you closed your eyes, trying to steady yourself, saying 'just a sec' to him. when you got up, you almost fell again as you saw kakashi on his knees, holding a little black velvet box in his hand.

"tag, you're it" he said opening it, revealing the prettiest ring you have ever seen. you watched him mouth-open, not knowing what to say, you felt tears forming in your eyes as he cleaned his throat, opening his mouth to say something "y/n, I love you, will-", you didn't let him finish as you jumped on him, making him fall back on the ground with you on top of him, saying 'yes' multiple times "I didn't even get to finish" he laughed looking at you, you sat on the ground and pulled him to sat in front of you, murmuring a little 'sorry'. taking a deep breath, he looked at you "y/n, will you marry me?" you took his mask down to look right on his face, the smile he gave you melted your heart and you never felt so vulnerable with him looking at you like that.

"yes, kakashi, I will marry you" you answered him, tears now rolling down your checks. kakashi took the ring and putted it in your dirty finger, but you didn't even care, it looked beautiful like that. you held his face with your both hands and kissed him deeply, and as kakashi pulled you closer, the only thing you could hear was the loud voices of the dogs behind you.

it didn't happen as planned, but kakashi didn't wish it to be any different, you were finally his.

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any feedback will be appreciated, hope you guys like it!!!!

[kunekojo]

Hii, I'm not sure if you write for these characters so I'm a little nervous, I read the list of ideas and I was wondering if you could write what it would be like to give a massage to zangetsu (including the hollow) and also to Ichigo, nsfw pls ^^♡

Heyyaaa, please don't be nervous! To be frank, I hardly started writing seriously a week ago and most stuff I felt like writing was Shunsui and Kisuke. So please, there's no need to be nervous about a few characters I did not yet write for! Honestly, I'm so sorry for taking this long but I wanted to make sure this comes out good

There's always room for more ^-^ I sincerely hope this is to your liking and that I did them justice.

NSFW Massage with Zangetsu (featuring Hollow Ichigo) and Ichigo x Fem!Reader

Warning: NSFW

Zangetsu

“You seem terribly stiff.” you point from behind as you carefully study the hint of restraint in his muscles.

“Do I?” Zangetsu turns his head and asks bluntly, a little taken aback by your remark.

“Yes, quite a lot.”

He can’t quite understand your capability to notice such tiny insignificant details, but it’s not unexpected of you given your observational skills. A little preoccupied with something else, he brushes this thought away. There’s no harm in restraint, so why should he be bothered by it? 

“It’ll go away.” his short response makes you slightly furious. You are aware that the situation is not severe, but it doesn't mean he shouldn't take care of himself just this one time.

You've just seen him at work the past two days, so a little extra attention shouldn't hurt. It just will only last for a short period of time, not more. You reach out and seize his hand as you watch him turning to leave, which causes him to look at you bewilderedly as you clutch him tightly.

“I know but, can’t you let me take care of it? I promise it’ll be so much better afterward.” your pleading places him in utter confusion, what can you possibly do to ease up such a minor inconvenience? 

Truthfully, it does cause him plenty of discomforts but not enough to halt him from tending to his work. Still, he can’t deny his curiosity, rather because he can hardly imagine what cure you might possibly hold. 

“Take care of it? How?” he mouths softly, erasing some of the gaps between you two with tiny steps.

Zangetsu watches you silently with stern eyes holding a hint of intrigue, urging you to go ahead and speak. 

“Would you let me give you a massage?” you offer timidly but the excitement in your eyes tells him this isn’t only about his back pain. But that won’t make him not take up your offer, especially since you give him your usual look of anticipation.

It doesn’t take him much to nod in agreement. He may not hold an interest in massages but if it’s something you wish to perform on him, he won’t reject it. However, his quick confirmation places you under so much cheerfulness that you immediately lead him to the bed. You signal him to take off his upper cloth and he quickly does it, placing it as neatly as possible on the nearest table. 

“You’re going to enjoy it, trust me,” you reassure him to which he gives you a content hum and a slight smile beams on his face.

“Alright, I trust you.”

Once he stays still, you place your hands on his back, gently propping him closer to the softness of the matter. It feels so intimate to have him so close that you don't want to remove your hands from him. You even grease your fingers to make the experience better for him, but when you press against the sensitive portion of his skin, you can hear him groan. Even so, you don't feel any discomfort in his voice; rather, you hear maybe a hint of... Pleasure? It truly surprises you, making you want to look for additional places to hear him again.

Again, you stroke the appropriate area, but this time his grumbling is a bit louder, and Oh god, you almost seem to be enjoying it a little too much. Your cheeks are already burning red, but you try to contain it for a little longer to explore more of his body.

“Move your hand a little lower.” his low-toned voice stuns you but you comply with his request.

Fingers creeping lower against his skin, you press gently enough for him to let out a pleased hum. Then, you slowly make your way around his waist and swirl gentle long-pressed motions. Although you don't really know anything about massages, he seems to be enjoying himself as he guides you around just with the noises he’s making.

The feel of his muscles’ tenderness makes you want to wander around his front but this isn’t about you following your desires, it’s about giving him a good time. However, you can’t help but think about the image of you trailing along his chiseled pecs, deepening your touch with each grunt he gives. The way you’d caress his stiff shoulder, pressing yourself into him to grasp him from behind. You feel a fine tingle in your lower as your daydream’s features grow a little descriptive with the possibility of taking care of him in ways he likes. 

The huff of his voice snatches your attention and you’re back to reality. You hear slightly ragged breaths coming from him and you wonder what’s going on. But as you pay a little attention around, you notice you’ve accidentally bent over his back with your hands tightly wrapped around his abs. 

How did it get like this? You question yourself, a little embarrassed with your stunt. Feeling bad, you toss your body back but he’s quick to seize one of your arms, not letting go of you. His firm grip makes you gasp and right when you’re readying yourself to mumble an apology, he cuts you off.

“No, keep going.” he demands with a faint groan, bringing your hand back to where it was and you comply, drawing soft-pressed traces. Did you just make him horny? You must find out.

You lean forward and rest your head on his shoulders out of curiosity, letting your gaze drift down to his groin where you are surprised to see the prominence of his pulsing member. Its slight twitching makes your walls clench, urging you to gradually lower your hand. Zangetsu hums in satisfaction as you gently make your way to his downward and right when you’re close in range to it, he pushes his hand into yours and settles it on his crotch. 

The sensation of his twitches makes you wonder how much he’s waited for you to touch him like that, but now it doesn't matter because you'll take proper care of his trouble. As another grunt squeaks out of his mouth, you teasingly wrap your fingers around his cock and stroke along the created line there. 

You can feel the impatience in his motions, but once you draw your lips closer to his ears, you whisper. “Shhh, don’t worry, I’ve got you.” you can’t see the expression on his face but the relaxation of his tensed build helps you picture it.

You can’t bear to play with him, so you swiftly reach for his pants and unbuckle them open. When you slide your hand underneath his underwear and softly pull his throbbing cock out, Zangetsu breathes heavily, making you wonder how much it’ll take for him to burst. 

You glide your hand across his shaft, jerking it at a slow pace but the sudden tightening of his hand around yours makes you jolt. You open your eyes and stare confusedly only to notice the coming of an unfamiliar chuckle. 

“Grip it tighter.” the hollow urged you, steadying your own pace and you tried to keep with him. 

His appearance takes you by surprise but not as much as previously and just by the shift of the atmosphere you can tell how much this situation will escalate. This thought makes you smile and you can barely wait to see just what’ll happen next. 

Once he deems your jerks quick enough, his hand moves away, finding comfort close to your thigh. He bents his back to place it between your thighs as his fingers blindly reach for your cunt to shove soft presses. You gasp at how much he’s deepening his thrusts, slightly messing with your pace but you’re quick to compose yourself. 

You both touch yourself rhythmically, panting with each heavy stroke either of you performs. But you can tell he’s much closer to his arrival than you, given he was the last to handle you. It compels you that you’ve got the upper hand so you must make sure he cums first at all costs. 

You quickly move your palm up and down while letting out a small gasp as bubbles of cum begin to form on his tip. As you tighten your hold, he tosses his head back, giving you the opportunity to go faster.

You jerk him a couple more times and loudly pant in his ear, causing him to hunch his hips and slither as liquid rapidly drops down his cock and dribbles onto his jeans. He exhales quickly and appears to be about to fall over, but just as he turns to face you, you pull away from him, grinning in anticipation. 

You can foresee his words just by the way he’s glancing at you intently as if he’s readying to do so much more.

“Now’s my turn.” He smiles mischievously and borders you in his arms.

Ichigo

“Ouch.” you hear him right next to you.

“What’s wrong?”

“Oh, it’s nothing. I think I pressured my muscles too much.” Ichigo replies, rubbing his chest but the noise of another pained gasp makes you clutch his pecs.

You massage the area with gentle pressings but despite feeling his soreness worsen, your touch gradually eases him up.

You swing your hand around as he's carefully observing your motions and he can’t help but wonder where you learned to do that.

“There, is this better?” You ask, parting your lips whilst you watch him closely for any more signals.

Your voice makes him lower his head to look at you, but when sees you staring at him with wide-open eyes and not halting your hands, a wave of warmth surges through him. The way you rub him feels so good that he can’t put into words how great it is but hum contently instead.

“Yeah, it is.” He approves, drawing his face close to your lips to place a smooth kiss. “Thank you.”

But right when he’s about to pull away, you tightly grasp his shirt.

“Hold up, where do you think you’re going?”

“Huh? What do you mean? It doesn’t hurt anymore.” He insists with furrowed brows, confused with the way you’re not letting him go. What was more to do?

“I know but it doesn’t mean there’s no need to prevent it.” You protest, a little unsure if massages work that way but it’s worth a shot.

You follow him with intent eyes, hinting that he has no choice but play along. You really won’t give up until he gets that massage, won’t you? Ichigo sighs in slight amusement at how precautious you are, giving into your wish. After all, it’s a pretty good feeling so why not have it for a little longer.

“Fine.” He agrees as a soft smile builds on his face as your trailing softens his body, filling him with a craving to feel you linger across his skin for much longer.

“Good, but I need you to remove your shirt.” Your implication takes him aback, stunning him momentarily.

“What? Can’t you just do it like this?” The timidness in his voice makes you chuckle, how can you tend to him properly with material slipping between your fingers? “It can't be any different with my shirt off.”

“No, silly. There has to be no obstacle for this to be effective.” Your explanation sounds a little far off but he doesn’t really want you to stop at this point. But the way you indicate it'll feel better makes him burn with a little intrigue. “Or I can just leave you be and-“

“No.” The shifting in his voice makes you blink at him curiously. It takes you by surprise just how quick he replied and you can’t help yourself but wonder what made him change his mind?

You lean toward him to observe him better but the look of pleasure in his eyes tells your traces are simply that good. However, the way he watches you so tensely gives you a vibe of uncertainty.

“Are you sure? Ichi?” you search for his reassurance which he provides by gently pulling your hand away so he can take out his shirt.

“Yes, Y/N. Don't worry, go ahead.” he smoothly presses your fingers against his chest and you gaze back at him, returning to your pace.

Feeling his muscles so plainly helps you rub him better than before, thing you're able to tell by the way his body relaxes. You focus all your concentration on the area but Ichigo can't seem to look anywhere else but at you, as you do your little performance. His eyes dart to your face and stay to observe your firm expression with great interest. But when you part your lips as you lose yourself in touching him, he can't take his glance away from their tenderness.

Have your lips always been this fleshy? He wonders, desiring to run his finger across them to test it out, but he won't interrupt you when you're this focused. Still, his mind does the trick for him, picturing how you would probably lift your head to look into his eyes. It's the image of your expression that brings more warmth in him, so much that your fingers running down his chest worsen it.

But he can't compose himself at this point, not even after he sways his stare toward your firm hand.

The sudden sensation of his hand lifting your head causes you to stop with a gasp, but as he presses his lips against yours, you do nothing but indulge yourself in his taste. With your hand unmoved, you clutch his muscles as his other hand wraps around your waist, gradually pulling you closer.

The drive in him to do this makes you question whether this was a consequence of your massage but the deepening of his kiss causes a jolt of arousal to run through your veins.

Ichigo makes sure he leaves no corners of your mouth untouched whilst you grant him the pleasure to explore inside. The heat of the moment makes you both pant into each other’s mouths, lingering for more.

Holding you, he slowly leans you down to lie on the mattress and moves his hands along your curves.

“Ichigo.” you let out a faint moan as he halts the kiss by lifting himself to observe you from above.

The red hue flushing your cheeks makes his stiffening member throb. Watching you beautifully laid down fills him with a desire to make more noises escape from you. But how should he do it? He ponders but soon sees your thighs rubbing against each other in search of a stimulus.

“Y/N, please spread your legs.” he pleads, unable to take his focus away and upon hearing him, you hum and comply.

Hands reaching for your lower, he hastily takes your clothes off, and once he’s left with the sight of your wet folds, his mouth rushes to your love box. His hands go under your legs to settle them to rest on his shoulders while his mouth begins brushing your sex.

The feeling of his firm tingles makes you squirm below him, providing him with what he wanted. You feel the tip of his tongue caress your clit with pressed strokes and moan with each circling he performs.

“Oh, Ichigo,” you whine, placing your hand on his head to push him deeper. He wants to hear more of that.

But right as he savors your sweetness, he finds the right pace once you let a sharp cry out. Ichigo quickens his motions, occasionally sucking your clit. His grip around your legs tightens with each tremble you make, giving more music to his ears. He can't get enough of your juices, greedily eating you out to get more.

His tongue moves so well around your slick folds and makes you toss your head back as shivers run down your spine. But he's doing such a great job that you can't restrain your hips more not to buckle into his mouth, begging him to make you cum. God, the way he will make you cum.

Your toes curl while the incoming climax makes you seize his hair harshly, and once you shout his name fiercely, he helps you ride through your orgasm.

Your body quivers profoundly in his touch, but the placements of smooth kisses over your cherry make you gasp with how sensitive you are.

“So good.” Ichigo mumbles, lifting himself to look over how good he made you feel.

[jelzorz]

151.

It's kinda wild that Rayla thinks he won't notice. Ezran is young, but he's been king a couple of years now, and he's got a keen eye for when a) someone is lying to him, and b) something is wrong. Knowing her, it's because she doesn't want anyone to worry about her—a Moonshadow thing, he thinks, probably related to not showing weakness which is... problematic, to put it diplomatically, because that sort of thinking has caused problems for her in the past. There were the nightmares she didn't tell Callum about, the Big Feelings she refused to have, and now, of course, there's this.

Ezran sees the way she massages her wrist when she thinks no one is looking. He catches the way she winces, the way her smile flickers when she moves too quickly, or flexes her arm the wrong way. He supposes that binding must have done a number on it all those years ago, and it's that that bothers him because it had only gone that far because of him.

She acts like it was silly, like it was some minor inconvenience and not the consequence of a magical oath not followed through. She acts like it wouldn't have taken her hand off in the slowest, most painful way imaginable, and like wearing it so long didn't cause permanent damage that bothers her even now.

"It was the right thing to do," she said once, brushing him off when he'd asked. "I don't regret it one bit."

And fine. He likes being alive. He likes the fragile little peace they've brokered between elves and the human kingdoms. He likes that she's basically his big sister. But that doesn't change the fact that it hurts her, which, in turn, hurts him.

"It's bothering you again, huh?" he asks.

Rayla glances at him. They're on a ship on the Sea of the Cast Out, and when she's not green or throwing up, she's grimacing and fiddling with the bracer around her wrist. This has not been an enjoyable voyage for her, but even then, she smiles (if a little weakly) and waves him off.

"Don't worry about it," she says. "We've got bigger things to deal with."

"We can't deal with them if you're injured."

"I'm not injured."

"You will be if you don't get that looked at."

Rayla snorts then, and she waves her hands for good measure. "It's fine," she insists. "See? Full movement, no pain. Just—ah!" She hisses, clutching her arm to her chest before she can stop herself, and Ez gives her a look that she has the decency not to meet.

"At least ask Soren to brace it," he says. "He's good with first aid now. I just..." He blinks, his throat suddenly a lot tighter than it was. "I just don't want you to get hurt because of me."

A pause. The ship creaks beneath them. Waves crash along the hull.

Rayla presses her lips shut, and Ez knows what she's about to say—that it wasn't his fault, that it was her choice, that it was the right thing to do—but it still hurts, and lying about it won't change that.

Rayla sighs. "Fine," she says at last. But she nudges his elbow for good measure and offers him her best grin under the circumstances. "You've got a good heart, Ez."

At that, Ez chuckles. "I know," he answers. "It's super annoying."

[uzdef-ump]

They were getting ready for bed, Urahara was preparing candles, because one day they realized that it was very pleasant to fall asleep in the soft light of the fire. Kisuke thinks that Ichigo's eyes sparkle brighter when the fire brings its light into them. They look like amber shimmering in the sun and the night darkness around them made the shine of the eyes even more attractive. Kisuke curled up in their bed, hiding his cold feet under a heavy winter blanket, clinging to his husband in search of warmth.

"You know, I've been thinking about—"Ichigo said, wrapping his arm around Kisuke's shoulders, but without pulling him closer, as he usually did, he just found a place for his hand on Urahara's shoulder. Warmth like honey in tea began to seep under Kisuke's skin and he was practically purring.

"What is it, Ichi?" The blond man whispered, settling into bed like the big sleepy cat he was.

"I was thinking... Maybe we'll have another child?" Hybrid said hesitantly, as if they were discussing this for the first time. "I know that the last time the birth was difficult and we experienced some difficulties in the first year of Kamiko's life, but—" He hesitated again, bit his lip, looked away. Kisuke was silent, waiting to hear what his husband wanted to say. It was true that their youngest child was a big challenge for them when she was tiny, but Kisuke would do it again if he had a chance to. Nothing in the world could have made him happier. Hearing now that Ichigo wanted another child made his heart feel warm.

"I would love another little devil clinging to my legs, nothing in this world makes me feel alive more than the laughter of our children, you know that" Kisuke let his hand travel over Ichigo's arm until his palm found the redhead's and their fingers intertwined. The scientist brought Ichigo's hand closer and kissed the fingers where the wedding ring was. Ichigo looked at him, uncertain happiness blossomed in his eyes, it reminded Urahara of how they only got to know each other when Ichigo was younger and more insecure in himself. The young man who won his heart grew into a wonderful man and a wonderful father to their children. Kisuke had never thought in his life that he would be so lucky.

"How do you want it to be?" The blond man asked. All the previous pregnancies were Urahara's concern, and he would do it again, even if he was suffering from nausea and pain in his legs again, just so that Ichigo would look at him as if he saw God in front of him, all their happy little kisses and massages, as Ichigo carried him in his arms when Kisuke was tired. Kisuke is sure that Ichigo would have paved the way he is walking if he had hinted that he did not like the previous one. Yes, Ichigo loved him even without all that. But this pride, which was visible in the red-haired man's eyes when he looked at Kisuke's stomach, his joy when the baby inside Kisuke kicked into his palm. It was priceless.

"I mean, I'm carrying a baby or maybe you want to—" Kisuke squeezed his hand, letting Ichigo figure out the idea himself.

"I love it when you carry our children. You're so beautiful like this." Ichigo smiled a bit, squeezing Kisuke's hand in return.

"I know. But maybe you wanna try it yourself? I'm not saying I don't want to." Urahara had to say when Ichigo scolded a bit out of confusion. "What I'm trying to say is I wanna you to experience this too. You know, having our child inside you, right under your heart. It's worth all the inconvenience. I would like to see you."

"I'll think about it. The idea sounds great, but I still want to see you. I miss your mood swings a little. You can be so cute at times like this."

"And at other times, I act like the end of the world has come. Love makes you blind."

"Like you are the one to talk"

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I wanted to do a little sketch about how funny they are discussing who will carry the next baby, but my hand slipped. I'm not sorry. @lilacwriter07 I promised to tag you

[nomi-c]

Fever

{Felix x Reader}

Word count: 2.2k

Genre: Best Friend to Lover, a little fluff, kissing, slight making out, pet names (little brownie, little one, Lixie)

Looking out the big Window to your left side, you look at all the people walking on the sidewalk with their umbrellas in a hurry. Some are on their phone, some are talking to their loved ones or Friends, some having a phone call.

You try to register everyone that passes by the little book café you're sitting in, in hopes to see your best friends familiar face in the crowd. But as much as you try Felix is nowhere to be seen.

You check your phone again, but still no massages. He's usually never late, and now you've been waiting for over 30 minutes and he still hasn't arrived.

You already wrote him a couple of massages, asking where he's at, and if he forgot about your study date, but you got no response.

You sip on your coffee in thoughts.

I'm gonna call him now

You decide as you type in his number.

After a little while Felix picks up the phone.

"Hello?" His voice sounded weird, it was deeper and a little raspy.

"Did I wake you up?" You ask cautiously. Afraid that you actually woke him up.

You heard some rummaging in the background, and he sighed.

"I'm so sorry, I dozed off. The practice today was hard, and Chan send me home earlier because I caught a cold. I must've actually fallen asleep." His voice was still sleepy.

"You shouldn't be alone when you're not feeling well. I'll stay with you till the boys come home, I'll be there in 15 minutes." You told him and he was gonna protest because he didn't want to be a inconvenience to you, but before he could start you ended the call.

After buying a Hot coffee for him, you also took a new book he might like with you.

As you were stepping out into the heavy rain you started running instantly, good thing the boys don‘t live too far from the little book café. The people that you passed were giving you weird side eyes, but you didn't care. You had more important things to worry about.

After around 7 minutes of running you stood in front of the big apartment complex. You took a few deep breaths and rang the bell.

It didn't take long before the door opened and you got into the building, not wasting any more time you decide to run up the stairs too.

Once you arrived upstairs, you saw him lean on the door barely strong enough to stand without passing out. You ran up to him and caught him just in time. He fell into your arms and started laughing.

"If it isn't my favorite Y/n!" He sounded genuinely happy, but that wasn't like him.

While holding him steady you noticed that he was actually on fire. You pulled him inside with you. "Lixie You're burning!"

He looked down. "I am?? We're? It doesn't hurt!" For one second he looked like as if he was gonna cry, but then he started laughing again.

You touched his forehead to check his temperature. "Shit lixie, You shouldn't have trained if you already felt bad. You have a high fever! I need to cool you down, You're already confused." You told him about to to the bathroom to get a cold cloth, but he pulled you back to his chest and hugged you tight.

You tried to get out of his grip but he was too strong, your heart started beating heavily in your chest. "Lixie... I gotta cool you down. You have to let me go." You said with a slightly shaky voice.

He nuzzled his head in the crook of your neck. "No... you smell too good." He said quietly, and the vibrations of his voice against your neck caused shivers down your spine.

"You smell like rain and warm coffee" He pulled you even closer to him.

You tried to wiggle yourself free once again. "I just ran trough the rain, I'm drenched and I'm cold." You told him softly.

He lifted his head. "You're right! I'm so sorry." He let go of you and jogged to his room.

After a few seconds he came back with a hoodie of him and a pair of warm socks and some sweatpants.

He held them out for you to take. "Go and change into dry clothes, I don‘t want you to get a cold too." He said with a cute smile. And you stood there unsure if you could leave him alone in his current state.

He seemed to notice your unease, and he took your head in betweenhis hands and pulled your face really close to him. Your faces were only mere inches apart, and he still had the cute smile plastered on his face, his cheeks flushed pink from the fever.

"You can go and change little brownie. I won't do anything bad." His voice only a whisper, and his hot breath fanned your face lightly. His thumb grazed your cheek ever so softly, noses touching.

Your mind was clouded, you had the biggest crush on him since the moment you laid your eyes on him back in school. And now he was this close to you, holding you like this.

Guilt washed over you, maybe this was only the fever controlling him. And when he's healthy again he might wouldn't remember it or regret it.

You were unable to move, trapped in his beautiful brown eyes that held so much warmth and adoration.

He tucked a stray strand of hair that fell into your face behind your ear. "Now go little one." His voice got really soft and velvety now.

You blinked a few times trying to get back to your senses. "S-sure."

He let go of you, and walked over to the big couch letting himself fall on it.

You almost ran to the bathroom.

After quickly changing into the cozy clothes Felix gave you, you took a small towel and drenched it in water.

When you went back into the living room, you saw your best friend sipping the coffee you brought him.

He was so focused on the show that was playing, that he didn't notice you're back yet.

This gave you a little time to shamelessly stare at him, and you weren't gonna miss out on it. His white shirt seemed slightly transparent in the dim light, allowing you to see the slightest bit of his toned abs that were hidden underneath it. His blonde hair was a little damp, giving him the 'fresh out of the shower' look and his neck was glistening from sweat.

"You're back." Hearing his voice made you jump in surprise your eyes darted to his, only to find out he was already looking at you with a unreadable expression.

You cleared your throat and walked up to him, laying the cold cloth on his forehead. Your head must be as red as a Tomate from the embarrassment from getting caught while checking him out.

"You're still burning." You said softly but worried, while dragging one corner of the cloth softly over his neck to remove the sweat.

He was staring at you intensely, studying your features precisely. "I'm burning the youth." His voice had a sarcastic hint to it, and after a second of silence both of you started laughing.

"Really? You're quoting your shirt?" You asked jokingly once you were able to breathe again.

He looked down pushing the big layered pearl necklace to the side, then he looked back up to you smiling big.

"Yep, i am cause I'm Foive." He started laughing.

You sighed, you really needed to cool him down fast.

You stood up, and went to the bathroom filling the bathtub with lukewarm water.

Searching trough the cabinets, you found a herbal medical bath and put it in the running water.

Felix must have stood up because yet again he snaked his arms around your waist and pulled you close to his chest.

"You want to take a bath here?" His voice sounded confused.

You turned around and looked at him. "No, but you will. I need to stop the fever, and the cloth didn't help." You told him.

You were sure he would protest, but he didn't. Instead his smile got bigger.

"Let's get a bath!" he exclaimed excited like a little kid and pulled you with him.

He let himself plop into tub with a big splash and a giggle. After a second his face displayed betrayal.

"The water is almost cold!" He said grumpy.

You leaned your head on the rim of the tub and looked up at him. "It needs to be lukewarm." You said quietly.

He leaned to the side and studied your face once again. You didn't say anything you just looked at each other intently.

You couldn't advert your gaze from his shiny rosy cheeks that were covered in dozens of little freckles, you would love to count every single one but you knew too well that they were too many to even begin with.

Your eyes fell down to his pinkish full lips that looked so soft and full. Your shook your head slightly to stop yourself from leaning in and caving into your desire to kiss him.

When you Focused back on his big eyes, you found him staring at you with a burning gaze.

His hand wandered to you cheek grazing over your cheekbone softly.

"I love it when your cheeks get rosy little brownie." His voice was yet again almost a whisper, making you wonder if he meant for you to hear his words or not.

A electric shiver went down your spine, and you averted your gaze not daring to look at him.

"C-can you please stop staring at me Lixie?"

You stuttered quietly, cursing yourself for it immediately.

"You're too beautiful to just look away." He said softly, his thumb still drawing circles on your cheek lightly.

Your head snapped to him instantly. Your heart started racing, and your thoughts were spinning. You couldn't say a word, and could only stare at him with your mouth slightly open.

His eyes panned down to your lips. “Just a little braver~” before you could register what's happening his lips connected with yours softly.

Your eyes widened in shock at first, but after a second you hesitantly closed your eyes and gave in to the kiss.

His hand traveled from your cheek to your neck slowly pulling you closer to him as your hands took a hold of his wet shirt and pulled him closer to you as well.

Felix started to deepen the kiss, and his tongue lightly grazed your teeth asking for access. Without second thoughts you instantly granted him access, and your tongues danced with each other in a battle for dominance.

You only broke the kiss when you were both breathing heavily, your foreheads touching and big smiles on your lips.

Felix stroked your head softly. "I wanted to do this since I first saw you, but I was too shy to do so." His voice was deeper than usual.

"I'm sorry for stealing your first kiss little brownie, I couldn't contain myself anymore." He said quietly watching his hands closely.

You lifted his head and made him look at you.

"I like you Felix. I always envisioned my first kiss to be with you, but I never thought I would have a chance with you." You told him a little shyly.

He scooted up with big eyes and with his mouth slightly open from shock. "Y/n..." before he could say anything more you closed the distance between you quickly and gave him a small peck on his lips.

"I love you Lixie." You told him with a big smile, while your heart was doing Flickflacks in your chest.

"I love you too little one." He told told you, and gave you another kiss.

Backing up slowly, his eyes connected with yours once again. "Will you be my Girlfriend?" He sounded a little shy now which made you smile lovingly at him. "It would be my honor."

You were just about to kiss again when you heard someone clearing their throat.

"Seems like you're feeling better Felix, with the good care of Y/n." Both of you jumped and looked over to Hyunjin that leaned in the doorframe with a cheeky grin on his face.

Felix looked at Hyunjin confused. "Since when are you here?"

Hyunjin shrugged. "Actually we came awhile back and we didn't find you so we looked for you guys, and when we did you started kissing." He obviously enjoyed telling you that he basically saw it all.

"Yong-bok I'm proud of you! You went by your motto 'just a little braver." You heard Chan shout from the back, with Lee know, Han and I.n giggling.

You got up quickly and started running. "I'll call you later!" You passed the boys who whistled and wiggled their eyebrows at you in a hurry.

When you stepped out of the building and into the rain you took a deep breath.

You couldn't believe that Felix was now your boyfriend.

Maybe this time around a fever wasn't too bad after all.

[jungwonenthusiast]

Hey! I saw that you wanted me to specify my ask a bit I'm so sorry for being so inconvenient! No.14 from your prompt list with sub! sunghoon and fem!reader where sunghoon is saying the quote... I hope this was clearer than the other one hehe

A/N: not inconvenient at all! Just wanna make it perfect for u :) 

Warnings: slight angst, fingering (f receiving), unprotected sex, hair pulling, degradation

Word count: 1.6 k

You tug roughly on his arm and pull him into his room.

“Geez, where’d all this attitude come from?” he raises an eyebrow.

“What do you think?” you huff.

He shrugs, still not giving you the time of day.

You roll your eyes and cross your arms. “Is this that much fun to you?”

“What are you talking about?”

“Don’t act so aloof, you’re not as slick as you think you are Park Sunghoon.” you say and his eyes widen a bit. You never call him Sunghoon, let alone his surname too. “If you think that girl is so pretty why don’t you go fuck her?”

“So I can’t compliment other girls now?” he says but he knew what he was doing. Sunghoon had dommed throughout most of your relationship and he secretly wanted to switch things up. And since he’s too much of a fool to ask like a normal person, he decided to get a rise out of you instead.

“You know it’s not just that,” you groan. “How would you feel if I started grinding up on Heeseng and telling him how handsome he is.”

“She and I didn’t even touch!” he exclaims. 

“It doesn’t matter!” you argue. A moment of silence passes before you push on his shoulder. “Get on the bed.”

“What?” he says, trying to conceal his smile.

“Get on the fucking bed.” you order and he eagerly obeys, anticipating your every move.

You straddle him and hold his face in your hands. “So pretty. Too bad you don’t know how to behave.”

He gives you a knowing half smile and you kiss him. He sits there basking in your dominating presence with one arm around your waist and the other keeping himself propped up.

“Did you think I’d find that cute?” you ask him.

“Maybe a little.” he smugly remarks.

You tug his hair back and he whimpers.

“Watch your mouth.” you say before attaching your lips to his neck.

He smiles again, loving the pain.

You suck a hickey into his skin intentionally in a spot where everyone will be able to see it. His makeup artist is gonna be pissed, you think.

You hastily tug his hoodie off and stop for a moment to admire his figure. You notice him cave in, getting a bit flustered.

“Why are you acting all shy? You were so big and bad just a moment ago.” you tease and he looks away sheepishly.

You sit on him so that your core is right on top of his hard on. You kiss him passionately while gently rocking your hips against his.

He whines into your mouth and you smirk.

“What’d you think you’d get out of putting on a show like that?” you ask and he shrugs. You grab his jaw. “Answer.”

“I wanted you to-” he stumbles on his words. “Take control of me.”

You smirk. “So this is exactly what you wanted huh.”

He smiles cutely and you shake your head, chuckling. “I’ve fallen right into your trap. It’s fine, I don’t wanna get out anyway.”

His breathing becomes more labored as you continue to grind on him.

“Please,” he exhales. “I need it.”

“Need what?” you tease.

“Need you to fuck me.” he begs.

“Do you deserve it though?” you tilt your head and he looks at you in defeat. “I don’t think you do sweetheart.”

His hand moves from your waist to your hips then to the buttons of your jeans. “Can I touch you?” he asks and you nod.

He quickly pulls your jeans off and pulls you so that your back is against his chest. He slips his fingers into his mouth before sliding them into your underwear. You moan as his slick fingers circle your clit. Your head drops back onto his shoulder and he takes that opportunity to kiss your neck and whisper sweet nothings into your ear.

“You’re so wet, did I get you like this?” he teases and you nod.

He caresses your hair while slowly pushing two elegant fingers inside of you. You whine and grip at his forearm.

He begins to pump in and out of you, curling his fingers up every time to hit your sweet spot. He smiles as you writhe in his arms.

“Fuck don’t stop.” you whimper.

“You’re so pretty.” he says. 

His free hand moves to massage your chest and pinch your nipples under your shirt. You run your hands up and down his legs, squeezing every now and then to let know you were enjoying yourself, as if your sultry moans weren’t enough.

You reach behind you to hold the back of his neck and your legs begin to tremble.

“Cum for me please.” he begs.

Your hips begin to twitch but he holds you down, keeping you in his arms as pure bliss rushes through your body.

You whimper softly as you come down from your high, your breathing heavy and your thighs shaking.

Sunghoon kisses the top of your head then tips your head back to kiss your neck. “I love you.” he whispers and you smile.

“Really?” you ask and he cocks a brow.

“Of course.” he says.

You shift to straddle him. “I think you’re gonna hate me after how many times I edge you.”

He goes beet red.

You unbutton his jeans and throw them on the floor along with his Calvins.

You align yourself up with him before slowly sinking down. You both moan in relief.

He whimpers and holds your waist tight. “So wet,” he sighs into your neck.

You knock his chin up and stroke his cheek. “My pretty boy, taking this pussy so well. Does it feel good?” you coo and he nods eagerly. You squeeze around him and he moans with a smile, flashing his vampire canines.

He pulls you flush against him and rests his forehead on your shoulder, overwhelmed by the pleasure. You run your fingers through his hair.

“Pull it.” he says.

“Hm?” you’re caught off guard by his sudden request.

“Pull my hair please.” he asks you sweetly.

You do so, tugging it so that his head snaps back. The sound he lets out is the best thing you’ve ever heard in your life.  

He knows better than to thrust up into you but you can tell that he wants to.  

“Fuck,” he groans, his head dropping back and exposing his adams apple. You lean down to kiss it.

“You feel so good,” he says lowly. “Please don’t stop.”

You continue to roll your hips over his as he whines under you, and eventually his breathing becomes labored.

He lets out shaky moans into your neck and right before he’s about to cum, you pull off of him. You almost feel bad, but his pretty sounds make it worth it.

You pepper kisses all over his face and shoulders. “You’re doing so good sweetheart.”

You give him a few seconds before sinking back down on him.

“Fuck yes,” he moans. But his pleasure is cut short and you continue to edge him until he’s on the brink of tears.

“I’m sorry y/n, I won’t do it again I promise just please let me cum.” he begs. His cheeks are flushed pink and he looks so utterly desperate and adorable you could die.

“Have you learned your lesson yet?” you tsk and he nods.

“I have I promise,” he says to you hopelessly. “Please, I’ll do anything.”

You squeeze lightly around his throat and sink down for the final time onto his cock. It only takes one clench of your pussy to have his mouth parting and letting out long and dragged out whimpers.

You stroke his hair as he releases into you. “Good boy,” you purr.

When he’s done and his heart rate has returned back to normal you begin to bounce on him again.

He hisses. “Wait wait,”

“What?” you cock your head. “I’m not done yet.”

He braces himself and whimpers into your neck. He’s still hard though which gets you a little cocky.

“You can do it puppy,” you kiss his cheek. “You’ve been good for this long.”

He lets out a whine every time you bounce on him.

He reaches down to rub your clit while kissing your chest.

“Fuck,” you exhale. “Don’t stop.”

Of course he doesn’t. He’d travel to the moon and back if it’d make you happy.

Your knees begin to give out and before you know it, he’s flipped you onto your back and is pounding into you like a fucking pornstar.

You cry out, clinging onto his back and digging your nails into his skin.

“Please cum for me,” he kisses your neck. “I want you to feel good.”

He watches as your face and body react to the euphoria he’s giving you. Your pussy squeezing around him as you climax.

“God you’re beautiful.” he says as your thighs shake around his waist.

You pull him against your chest and he continues to gently thrust into you. He kisses all over your cheeks, neck, and shoulders as you come down from your high.

He pulls out of you and watches as his cum drips out of your cunt.

He kisses your knee. “Do you forgive me now?”

You shake your head. “Not at all.”

“Why?” he chuckles.

“Because there are better ways to get my attention than being a slut.” you say and he blushes.

He lowers his head and kisses up from your stomach to your lips. “I’m sorry y/n.”

“Whatever,” you roll your eyes and he giggles.

[loveofafangirl]

Allow Me

[Baron Zemo Masterlist] [Marvel Masterlist]

Pairing: Baron Zemo x Reader (no gender, race, body type given)

Synopsis: You've been working tirelessly and Zemo offers to help with your tensions. *Fluff*

Word Count: <650

You whimper quietly as you reach for your pen. You had been working extra hours recently, and it was taking its toll. You rub your fingers into your stiff neck, hoping to find relief. You endeavor to keep working; your focus on the book and notes in front of you as you massage the crick in your neck.

"Are you in discomfort?" Zemo questions upon entering the room at the sound of your soft cry. His head tilts as his concerned gaze washes over you.

You turn toward him, wincing at the sharp stab of pain that meets you. "I'm fine."

"I must disagree. You appear to be in distress, Liebling." He moves quickly to your side. "What can I do?"

"It's just some pain. It's more of an inconvenience if anything," you try to brush it off. "There is no need to worry. It'll work its way out. "

"Of this, I have no doubts."

You nod and return to your work. His hand on your shoulder should have been relaxing, but it causes you to tense; the muscles in your neck and shoulder spasm in reply.

"Please, allow me. I insist."

You try to turn toward him once more, but the pain is too great. You relent, "okay."

You listen as he rubs his hands together, warming his palms before placing them on your shoulder.

His touch is gentle, yet it causes you to wince as he presses the heel of his palm into one of the knots on your shoulder blade.

"Shh, I've got you." His breath on your neck is warm and soothing. Slowly, he applies more pressure, massaging your tight, tired muscles.

You lean into his touch, letting the pleasant soreness spread as the pads of his fingers dig deeper into your sensitive skin.

"Ahh," you hum in satisfaction as one of the knots breaks apart. Your head hangs to the side as his touch intensifies. You whimper again when he finds the source of your pain. Your body fights against his touch; a burning fire rushes through you. Your breathing becomes uneven, your eyes mist with unshed tears.

"Relax, my love." He brushes a kiss on your temple and continues his massage. "I know it can be unpleasant."

Little by little, he works his way through your tautness.

The delicious mix of pain and release envelops you. You lean further into his hypnotic touch. Despite the discomfort, you feel your body relaxing as his warmth washes over you.

"Thank you." The words are a quiet whisper as you exhale in relief.

He presses another kiss to you, this time on your neck where the tightness had been. "All you ever need do is ask."

You smile, breathing easier without the intense pain. You reach behind you, taking his hand and bringing it to your lips. You kiss it and hold it to your cheek, not wanting to let him go.

He cradles your face, drawing you toward him. "Take a break for a few moments?"

You want to protest; you have work to be completed, and yet, the glow of his eyes begs you nearer. "Just for a minute."

His lips press together in delight. "Come." He guides you to the couch, pulling you into his arms. His lips settle on your neck once more, peppering your tender flesh with feathery light kisses.

Your eyes close as you breathe in his familiar scent, letting his comforting kisses enchant you as the final signs of tension melt away under his care. You knew it wasn't gone for good, but for the first moment all day, you felt lighter—at peace—and that was more than enough. He always knew what you needed, even if you were too stubborn to ask for it. You nestle closer, focusing on his touch until the heat of his breath and his soft lips were all you could feel.

A/N: Not me having a sore neck and daydreaming about Zemo and this exact situation.

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[critical-derolo]

life-or-death kisses Beaujes? (These have been absolutely amazing, I am in awe)

They're going to die here.

She's going to die here. It's a thought that's been lurking in the back of her head ever since they made it through the gate, and the thought got louder when they realized the city was. Alive. Just a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach that feels like loss and mourning. Worry about her momma and who will take care of her. About Luc and TJ, about Yezza. Nugget.

Too many people are counting on them. If they can't make it out, the least they can do is make sure Lucien fails. That this city remains here, trapped forever in the Astral Sea.

Caleb falls.

So does her hope. She doesn't even have time to call for him, to cry. She's deflecting a fist that hits harder than stone - that hits stone, and metal, and ghosts. It cracks against her shield and sends her stumbling backwards into the fleshy street, the metal warped inwards. Indents spaced perfectly apart, lining up with each of Beauregard's knuckles.

The monk sneers harder, her eyes entirely red and glowing - not unlike the extra nine eyes emblazoned on her body. Sweat drips from her brow, mixed with blood where Fjord nicked her. But still, she stands. Still, she's almost impossible to hit. Maybe because not so deep down, Jester doesn't want to hit her.

It's still Beau.

The cleric's shield goes clattering to the ground, just barely deflecting the kick. Her fingers ache and she sucks in a sharp breath, wagging her hand. "Ouch! So rude!"

The loud, brash mouth on her friend is absolutely, eerily silent.

"I am so sick of my friends being brainwashed!" Jester whines, her pointed ears flicking back. "Caleb, Yasha, you! And you! You're the worst! You went looking for it, you opened your mind to this stupid, scary city! Beau... Beau, you shouldn't have done it. Why did you do it? I don't want to hurt you."

Jaw clenched tight, Jester can see the muscle throbbing beneath Beau's skin. It makes the tiefling's teeth hurt just to watch, makes her want to press her chilly fingers there and massage until Beau unclenches. Until her taut body relaxes into that lanky motion she's so used to seeing on the monk. So she does.

It takes two tries, dodging Beau's reflecting blows, and roughly yanking her in closer. But Jester gets her hands on either side of the girl's face and holds her close. The most intimate grapple she's ever been part of, until their foreheads touch. Muscles strain, she can feel Beau trying to resist, to pull back - but Jester has always been strong.

And always, always strong enough to hold onto Beau.

"He can't have you," she whispers. Amongst the chaos, the cacophony of noise and battle and horror around them. Beau tries to wrench free again, but Jester holds on. She won't let go. She won't, not Beau. "I won't let him have you," she reiterates firmly.

"Jester!" Veth shouts across the street. Her little frame peeks from around a weird, bending, flexing street lamp. "We need you!"

Her eyes cut to the side- just a second, just to see, to assess, but Beau almost slips free. She gets loose, barely, and Jester gasps, dragging her back in close again. "No!" she whines, a frustrated and panicked noise. "No, I'm not leaving you. Beau, I'm not leaving you until you're mine again!"

The red glow flickers out, just briefly. A stutter of interrupted connection, her face smoothing out. Those bruised hands that were trying to shove her away grip tightly - too tightly, it hurts, but Jester won't complain. "Jess?" Beau asks, her voice layered with Lucien's - only faintly. She sounds confused. "Jester, you have to go - I can't - I won't - I'm trying to kill you."

"Yeah, it's super inconvenient," the tiefling grumbles. "So cut it out."

The red of Beau's eyes swells again. Her grimace is deeply, stubbornly set. "Jester. Go. I'm going to kill you if you don't kill me."

"I'm going to love you for the rest of my life, Beau," Jester sighs softly, her lips curled up in the most gentle of smiles. "As long or short as that is. I won't leave you."

Tears streak down the monk's cheeks, red glinting off them from her eyes. They evaporate on contact with the burning red eye at the base of her throat. Her bloodied fingers close around the handle of the dagger Jester keeps sheathed on her belt. "Please," she chokes out.

Their noses brush together.

Jester's eyes flutter and she lifts her chin so their lips touch.

Cool lips capturing warm ones.

A first and last kiss.

The dagger pulls free from its sheath.

[disgruntledspacedad]

Jayyy!! Sweet, slutty in the AM.

Without giving BL spoilers, or maybe you won't? Idk 👀👀 not *cough* fishing or anything *cough*

Can I please have 💖 for Javier??? I'm curious...

Angel out-

Javiears pregnancy headcanons? You got it, babe!

Quick and obvious disclaimer to treat all of these as if they are a Better Love AU, at least until I tell you otherwise. 😘

Any baby that these two have would be a total surprise. Ears never wanted kids, and Javi has never thought long enough about it to decide how he feels about a family. He’s always assumed that was never in the cards for him.

Once the initial shock wears off - and that’s gonna take quite a while for both of them - Javi and Ears both jump feet first into the parenting thing. They each harbor some intense opinions about what a kid should and shouldn’t have to put up with, and there are lots of deep conversations that Last into the early morning hours. They nail down the important stuff pretty early, decide that they’ll figure out the rest with time, and discover a whole lot more about one another in the process.

Ears’ body hates being pregnant. She doesn’t realize it, but she’s got her Ashkenazi ancestry to thank for this. Ears is sick as dog snot clear through her first trimester and well into her second, exhausted and achy and throwing the fuck up. She gets awful migraines, too. There are days when Javi is convinced that carrying this baby is going to kill her, and he worries a lot.

Ears handles all of this as stoically as she can. She’s miserable, but she’s not about to complain and make Javi feel even worse.

Speaking of Javi, that protective streak he’s got goes into overdrive the instant Ears tells him about the baby. Ears has got to constantly remind him that she’s pregnant, not dying, and Javi good god, please just let me do things, okay??

That being said, it takes Javi a little while to connect the idea of Ears being pregnant to Ears carrying his baby. It’s all very abstract to him, to the point that on Ears’ worst days, Javi almost feels a little resentful.

That all changes at Ears’ sixteen week appointment. She’s just starting to feel like a human again, and this time, Javi is allowed to go back with her.

Oh my god, you guys, when Javier Peña sees that blurry, black and white, tiny little baby on the ultrasound screen... yall, his entire world shifts.

Ears notices instantly. It’s kind of hard not to, given how tightly Javi is suddenly gripping her hand. He glances over at him to find his eyes glued to the screen, silent tears rolling down his cheeks. It takes her aback a little. “You okay?” she asks quietly, and Javi nods, drags his eyes away from the ultrasound screen and gives her a soft, wet smile, and something slots into place for Ears, too.

Javi quits smoking cold turkey that day. Seeing his tiny little daughter for the first time put a lot of things into perspective, and Javi decides then and there that he wants to be there for her as long as possible.

The first three weeks are miserable. Javi does his best to get out of the house when he’s feeling tetchy (which is always), and Ears does her best to be understanding, but they get into more than a few little spats.

The makeup sex is 🔥🔥🔥, though.

Ears is not a big girl. When she starts to show, she shows fast, and Javi swears he can see her body change every day. Ears is pretty indifferent. She’s not self conscious - Ears finds pregnancy to be inconvenient, more than anything.

Javier Peña has never seen anything as beautiful as Hannah Aarons carrying his child.

Javi fucking loves it. There’s something primal about running his hand over the gentle swell of Ears’ belly and knowing that it’s his daughter that’s growing there. He’s not one to talk to the bump, but Javi can hardly stop himself from touching it. All the fucking time. Ears will sometimes playfully shoo him away. “Hands to yourself, you animal. I’m trying to nap!”

Seriously, their sex life doesn’t suffer at all. It doesn’t help that Ears refuses to buy maternity clothes. She’d much rather lounge around in Javi’s t-shirts and his old sweats, something that makes Javi’s cave man brain damn near implode every single time he sees it.

Ugh, and he’s sweet to her. Observant and affectionate and accommodating of absolutely everything. Cravings? Tell me what you want, babe, I’ll get three. Foot massage? Come here, mi reina, let me make it better. Yawning through dinner? Go get in bed, Ears, I’ve got dishes tonight.

Javi starts noticing Ears’ puffy feet somewhere around the 28th week or so. Ears swears they don’t hurt, exactly, so they both write it off as one of those weird pregnancy things.

It’s not. Ears has severe pre-eclampsia. Javi only finds this out after Ears gets a migraine so bad that she can’t see straight. Javi carries her to the car and forces her to go to the hospital. They’re there for all of five minutes when the doctor on call deems Ears’ blood pressure to be high enough to constitute a medical emergency, and Javi’s world is turned upside down again when he hears the word “c-section.”

Ears is only 33 weeks pregnant.

Less than an hour later, Javi is holding his baby girl. She’s tiny, the tiniest little human that Javi has ever seen, but she’s got a hell of a set of lungs on her, and Javi has never been so relieved, so stunned, so riveted, or so enraptured by anything in his entire life.

Oh, shit, he’s crying again.

She’s absolutely perfect. Off her oxygen within two days, taking feedings like a champ, and obliterating every goal her pediatrician sets for her.

Javi is so fucking proud when his girl is discharged a full week earlier than the doctors anticipated. She’s still a little small, but growing like a weed, and Javi just knows that between her and her mom, he’s gonna have his hands full.

Ears is fine, just a little sore. There are no long term complications from pre-eclampsia, so as soon as she’s up and sort of moving, Ears in full mom mode.

Ears loves being a mom, but she and Javi are in full agreement on this - one and done.

[yourdeepestfathoms]

I'm very anxious, do you have any more soft angel headcanons for joan and mamagon please?

Of course!! I hope you feel better!

Joan always wants to cuddle

Sometimes it’s at an inconvenient time for Aragon and Joan feels bad. Aragon notices and makes sure to give the little angel more snuggles when they have the free time to

Joan once mentioned that she never really knew how to cook before. She didn’t have the chance to get good at it. So one day Aragon has a cooking lesson with her little angel

(Jane walked in on them but Joan was quick enough to turn into a rat and hide)

Joan LOVES when Aragon rubs her wings

She’ll purr and coo and flutter and wings under her hand happily

“Do humans like getting their back rubbed? I never had anyone before to try, so that’s why I’m asking!” And then Joan rubs Aragon’s shoulder blades where wings would be

(She isn’t very good, it fact it’s quite uncomfortable, but Aragon doesn’t tell her that)

Joan gets scared when she’s on her pallete or under the bed, so she lays with Aragon a lot, even though she isn’t supposed to

Aragon would pick her up and put her back, but Joan always climbs right back up and snuggles against the queen again

Aragon once snapped at Joan for it and poor Joan felt so bad. She nodded fearfully and scuttled right back under the bed. A few minutes later, she’s being pulled out and laid by Aragon’s side

Aragon, despite not knowing how to fly herself, helps Joan learn how to fly

And she’s so proud of her heavenly baby when she finally gets the hang of it!!

Joan tried to make breakfast for Aragon early one morning, only to remember that she isn’t allowed to be around the house when the others are there, even if it was six. She apologized to Aragon, who had to take the blame for the ruckus she made, and said that she just felt so at home with her that she had completely forgotten about having to stay hidden.

Sometimes Aragon will just hold Joan and sway in her room while soft music plays

It’s the easiest way to get her to sleep, since Joan still has difficulties resting. Nightmares are quite common now.

Joan has frequent pain in her head from her bullet wound. Aragon will massage her scalp to help with it and it’s so soothing that it’ll lull Joey right to sleep.

Aragon takes Joan to places in London she always wanted to go to, but never had the time or money. Joan will usually be in the form of a rat and will hide in her purse or breast/coat pocket

Aragon will literally SQUEAL if Joan licks her cheek in any animal form and it makes Joan laugh so hard

When Joan is in the form of a snake, she likes to curl up in Aragon’s clothes drawers because they’re warm and smell like the queen

Aragon’s hair has become a nest for Joan when she’s in the form of a bird

The first time Aragon kissed Joan’s head, Joan’s wings shot STRAIGHT UP

[kaz3313]

Meeting with the Opposition

Chapter Two; Chapter One is below (previous link wasn't working) Chapter 3 is in the makings

@artthingymabob is who inspired me!

@dystopianinterstellar @azirafuck (also ask if youd like to be on the tag list!)

I honestly thought this would be a one off thing but oopsie daisy I got inspiration big time! Hope everyone enjoys 😊 Reblogs super appreciated

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  Azriphale doesn't mean to be late yet here he is running through a crowded sidewalk people giving him nasty sideways glances. He isn't technically late but he isn't early; everyone in Heaven is slightly early as the term "fashionably late" was made by a demon and no angel wants to be associated with one of those. Well besides two; one of which is dubbed a traitor and the other is desperately weaving through crowds and could be considered a hypocrite if anyone is to find out why.

  The reason he is running late is because of Heaven; an angel gone off the deep end. They created quite a ruckus- shouting threats at everyone, causing damage to walls, and pulling up several plants from a garden. It was a fit not tolerated in Heaven and so it ended with them being locked in a room until further notice. He being the one to find an unoccupied room as well as having to catch them. Aziraphale is almost positive they'd have to put them through a trial (and he'd have to organize it) but when is still in the unforeseeable future. Even if he does calm down in that time period they is no possible way of getting out of a punishment.

   The angel arrives just on time but his face falls at the sight of the demon, Crowely, has already nabbed a table. An odd feeling, that isn't embarrassing, arises in him at the thought of the demon sitting at the table, awaiting his arrival. An odd tingly half familiar feeling he shoves down while approaching the demon in wait.

   "I would usually apologize for being late but l, since you are a demon and I don't dare say sorry to your kind, I won't," Azriphale states sitting down not daring to make eye contact with the other.

   "You aren't late, really you're perfectly on time. But our kind don't take well to apologies anyhow; anyone who tries we throw into the hell hound pit and bet on how long they will last," Crowely says and Azriphale looks up; the most horrific look plastered on his face. "I'm joking! I'm joking! Thought a being from Heaven could take a joke!" He lets out a hearty chuckle and Azriphale gives a forced smile in return.

  Crowely is only half-way being truthful in this, as he is with most things, as demons tend to throw each other in hell hound cages all the time. The difference being from what he said is that apologies don't cause such a reaction; it really is just a sporadic action done whenever something mildly inconvenient but thoroughly irritating happens. He doesn't explain the logistics though as he can clearly see the angel is troubled.

   Why he cares is a completely different story that Crowley will rather not want to think about. If he did try to explain though the conversation that followed would contain lots of half truths, hissing, stuttering, made up words (which if you mention that they are made up he will snarkily reply with "well all languages are made up) and end with someone getting stabbed in a major artery. So it's best to leave him be with his unusual consideration.

  "I suppose we should get right on to business since the jokes have ceased?" 'And proven to be unfunny' but Azriphale only adds that on in silence. He doesn't want to push any buttons he doesn't have to today.

  "Thinking 'bout ordering drinks first; Hell has been a bitch like usual and I've needed something to take my mind off it. So drinks first, work talk after," 

  "Drinks don't sound half bad," He momentarily massages his temples before picking up the drink menu "With no war I'm assuming Hell's been rowdy?"

  "Rowdy is a group of bratty teens whose equally bratty parents are going out for a month. Hell is a barnyard that has no food,drink, or cages and several exotic animals. Everyone is ravenous. Demons are thirsting for bloodshed so much we've had to bust several groups trying to form secret strikes to Heaven that would not only fail miserably but be embarrassing to see play out. One guy thought he could do a solo mission- and I have little respect for your army but I'm also not stupid and would send a single low ranking demon against God's army," Crowley rants and if not for the waitress' arrival he would've gone on a tangent. He orders the drinks flatly and expects Azriphale to follow suit immediately.

  The angel however is smiling at him which led to a flick of rage ignite. What had he to smile about? That hell was hellish and chaotic? He should know that just because everything is a shit-show they were not to be reckoned with. 

  "Same wine as his, dear," Azriphale addresses to the waitress and she smiles politely before heading back to the kitchen. "I find it amusing; the angels above are getting antsy themselves. Today actually one of them was found flinging a sword around wildly yelling about how they would deliver "divine justice" to anyone in their path. Of course angels aren't as cruel as demons but...the war not happening has thrown everyone off course. Even the most mild mannered".

  That's why he was smiling- a light weight lifts off Crowley's shoulders. "This is exactly why the two traitors need to be dealt with soon- I feel it would bring ease to everyone. Including, the eventual, second Armageddon," The waitress returns a smile of ignorance on her face. She didn't understand how weeks ago she should've perished nor does she know what these "fine" gentlemen are discussing. All she knows is what wine and food they order and all she hopes is that they give her a significant tip.

  "No doubt; those trouble makers will be given proper justice," Azriphale says picking up his glass of Chardonnay.

  "And no mercy," Crowely adds on, raising his own glass "Toast for the second Armageddon that-is-hopefully-soon-to-come, Angel?"

   "To a successful second apocalypse!" The two clink glasses both wearing uncharacteristic smiles and having found a new sense of determination.

  "Ssso you're ssaying?" Crowely slurs out, its blurred whether alcohol or his snake side were responsible for his long s'. Many drinks are shared between the two and many more were to come. Business is attempting to be addressed but as neither has the gull, or maybe the relaxation is a tad addictive, to sober up halfway thought up plans were being discovered.

   "I say that- well I think anyway. Why not just, we'll just watch the two! Eventually they'll bl-blab out something of importance! How they- how they gone- they gone to go be naive,"

 "Native, you ssstupid Angel,"

   "Oh, same difference! It doesn't matter exact terminology. All that matters is...well is the- the plan," Azriphale waves his hands around before returning to his empty glass. Instead of flagging down the waitress, they had the poor girl running back and forth like mad, he flicks his fingers and both glasses fill up. Crowley opens his mouth to say something but thinks better of it and sips the wine. "Whether its the Great Plan or Ineffable Plan or might as well be Plan B, I really don't care. We just need a plan,"

   "We have our plan," Crowley says with a slight huff.

   "Our plan?" The words our, referring to him and Crowely feel so foreign, scandalous even, but fit on his tongue like a well tailored outfit.

  "Yeah- Watch Gabriel and Beelzebub until they fuck up again. Y'know feel too safe let some information slip. Maybe we'll learn a weakness or two-whatever. And once we know all the right sstuff we crush them!" Crowley slams his fist on the table to reiterate his point.

  "Our plan," Azriphale still echoes quietly as if it is a secret to keep. Which in a way it is; if the other Archangels knew what he's up too, even under the sake of serving retribution, he could get in big trouble. Consorting with Demons led to well... he looks up at Crowley whom he's had two meetings with so far and more to come...apparently it led to professionals getting involved to track you down to find your weaknesses.

  Sure maybe the other Angels wouldn't understand and take what he's doing a completely wrong way but he is doing what is good! Surely if he wasn't God would punish him, right?

  "I'd say let's get dessssert before we head out our separate ways, eh?" Crowely says bringing the fretting Angel out of his worries (or at least creating a temporary distraction from them).

  "Dessert sounds lovely. I heard the creme brulee is to die for,".

[sleepysugabear]

Bonus: Spa Day Outtake

The Spa Day was . . . a lot. J-Hope flashed some cash and traded in on his idol status to get you, he and Jimin the full luxury package on almost no notice. Yoongi opted to stay behind, even while sighing at his apparently ruined manicured hands (they looked softer than yours, but okay).

But after an hour of J-Hope and Jimin, you understood why he didn't come.

J-Hope chattered away, mostly in Korean, only occasionally trying to translate his words. Jimin took his best stab at it, but you always got the feeling he was leaving things out or adding things on as they suited him.

“He want to know if you are feel better.”

“Yes.”

“He want to know if you like mash- mess-

“Massage? Yes.”

“He think you should wear towel. Only. All day.”

“Does he really?” You raised a questioning brow and received a mischievous smirk in reply.

J-Hope worked that one out and punched Jimin's shoulder, starting an epic battle of who can annoy who the most that lasted throughout their mani/pedis. Both smiling sweetly, they poked, prodded, and spread stolen lotion on each other's faces, each getting more violent and manic, and only ending when some splashed water from the foot tub ended up in the technicians face. Although they were both gravely apologetic, you were certain it was Jimin's little puppy face that won the woman over.

When the time came for your massage, you were almost afraid to disrobe, thinking Jimin might walk in, until you heard what was obviously a raucous towel fight coming from the other room. You were almost nude and on the table when someone else interrupted.

“Can you control your brothers?” A harried masseur popped his head into the room. He looked pointedly away from you, but you still scrambled to tighten your robe. “You know, we normally don't allow minors into the spa at all. You must have given quite a tip.”

“They're in their twenties.” You smirked for some reason. “And they're not my brothers.”

The man's head jerked toward you, and his eyes widened for a moment before he slipped them away.

“Of course they're not. I'm so sorry. Someone said they have a sister, who obviously isn't you. I was hoping  . . . ”

Your heart clenched for a moment; they had called you their sister. Logic responded by reminding you that they knew no other word for you, and the true meaning was likely lost in translation.

“I apologize for the inconvenience. If they're disturbing you, I'll have them removed as soon as I find their guardian.”

You laughed then. “Again, they're in their twenties. Not children, although they act like it. JIMIN! J-HOPE!”

The giggling from the other room ceased immediately.

“THIS MAN ALMOST SAW ME NAKED BECAUSE HE WANTED ME TO MAKE YOU BEHAVE!”

Some murmuring occurred and then, “WHA!!! Nono nonono NONONO. SORRY! SO SORRY!”

“IF YOU CAN'T STOP, THEY WILL MAKE US ALL LEAVE.”

More apologies flooded through the walls, followed by absolute silence.

“They should be good now,” you mused. “You'll have to excuse them, they've been cooped up for three days, and they're really used to expending more energy. I'm not sure why they didn't settle down when you asked them to, though. They're usually well-mannered, unless they get carried away.”

The masseur's back tensed. “I wasn't aware they spoke English. And you said you didn't know them.”

“I said they're not my brothers. As you yourself noticed, I'm not Korean enough. But maybe you should have tried just talking to them first and seeing how they reacted.” He didn't respond, so you added on, “And, by the way, they're the ones leaving 'quite the tip,' so maybe cut them some slack, eh?”

The rest of your visit was uneventful. After your massage, you met the stoic pair outside the couple's room they'd been in, where they mumbled apologies to their feet and bowed low before you. They glanced up in unison to see your best stern mother glare. Together, their knees hit the floor, and they literally begged for forgiveness in what you presumed to be a traditional Korean manner.

The corner of your lip twitched. You couldn't hold it in much longer. The combination of ridiculousness and discomfort from their avowed subservience bubbled up in your belly and came out as a braying laugh.

“Oh, my god. Stand up! Please!” You wiped tears from your eyes as they looked up in contrite confusion.

“We want to make you happy . . .” J-Hope began.

“But we get you in trouble,” Jimin finished.

“You are big sister. We disrespect you.”

“They go to your room and see you . . . naked.” He whispered the last word.

“Because us.”

“Almost. I said he almost saw me naked. Besides, it's their job. If he had given my massage, he would have seen more than he did.”

“Nonono!” They cried in unison.

You smiled fondly down at the tops of their heads. “Adorable,” you whispered under your breath. “Please stand up, and I will forgive you.”

They hesitated.

“If you buy me a haircut.”

They both immediately jumped up and hugged you between them. Bargaining and compensation were clearly essential to the make up process.

In the end, they didn't stop there. You received a full cut and dye job in the color of your choice, blow-out, styling, and a gentle facial—so your skin wouldn't be agitated by the makeup they put on, partially against your will. Girly wasn't your aesthetic, but J-Hope was so excited by the idea of a real-life Barbie makeover, you couldn't turn it down.

You felt very . . .delicate for the first time since high school Prom, and really out of sorts in your usual jeans and t-shirt. It couldn't be helped though, and when you saw yourself in the mirror, you commended the staff for keeping that in mind. You didn't look like you were going to a dance, maybe dancing, out for a night with your friends. It wasn't you. Still, you let Jimin carry your hoodie for you as you made your way to dinner.