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#I love his cute smile and his perfect eyebrows and his adorable nose
kenobion · 1 year
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Andrew Garfield for SAG-AFTRA Conversations at Home
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subbmissivesuccubus · 7 months
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Thinking of Younger step-brother Gojo.
CW: Female reader with big boobs. Stepcest. Gojo being a pervert. Mild manipulation? Putting a warning just in case.
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Younger stepbrother Gojo who's a bit too close to you. It was cute when you were kids, but now as adults, everyone raises an eyebrow as he continues to stick to you so closely. But you don't mind. You adore your younger brother and knew he'd move on with his life eventually, so you appreciated the time you spent together.
Younger stepbrother Gojo who comes up behind you while you're cooking and hugs you, his arms wrapping around you and holding you to his chest. He leans down and places sweet kisses on your neck, tongue peaking out to give it kitten licks. And if you tell him it's weird and that younger brother's shouldn't kiss their big sister's like that- he convince you that you're wrong and that it isn't a big deal since you're step siblings, afterall.
Younger stepbrother Gojo who still winds up in your bed in the morning, fast asleep with his face on your chest, despite him going to bed in his own room. You had told him multiple times that he couldn't just sneak into your room to sleep next to you, but in the moment, you don't have the heart to kick him out- not when he looks so adorable and peaceful, his arms wrapped around you as he uses you as his pillow.
Younger stepbrother Gojo who convinces you one day to show him your tits, despite you knowing his excuse was complete nonsense. "I've never seem a woman's boobs, Nee-san." he says, despite the fact that his friend Geto has told you about Gojo sleeping around, "All of my friends make fun of me for it. Please? Show me yours?" he gives you the saddest puppy dog eyes and you relent as you just can't say no to that face, his sparkling blue eyes making you forget any protest you might have had.
Younger stepbrother Gojo who nods enthusiastically when you told him that he could only look- not touch. You bite down your embarrassment as you pull your shirt upto your chin, taking your bra with you, as your tits pop out of their confines, settling down with a bounce. His eyes widen, a smile on his face as he stares at your chest, mouth open and watering, not blinking as he looks at your tits like they were the most beautiful things he'd ever seen.
Younger stepbrother Gojo who doesn't waste a single second once you nod your head, mouth open and latching onto a breast hungrily. You squeal from the sensation, Gojo's moans and grunts of satisfaction from finally sucking your nipples traveling up your body, making you tremble. He wraps his arms around you, keeping you still and not letting you leave as he lavishes your breasts with skill that turned your legs into putty.
Younger stepbrother Gojo who inches his face closer and closer, making you blush as he says: "You're nipples are getting hard, Nee-san. It's so cute."
"R-Remember!" You say, jumping as you feel his hot breath against your skin, his nose almost touching said nipple "O-Only looking."
"Can I taste, Nee-san? Please?"
"Satoru-"
"Nee-san's tits are so pretty- it's not fair! You can't just show me your boobs and tell me to keep my hands off."
"But you agreed-"
"But I didn't think Nee-san's breasts would be so perfect!" he whined, with an adorable pout on his face, "I thought I would be able to hold back- but I can't. Please, Nee-san. Let me suck your tits? I'll make you feel good, I promise."
Younger stepbrother Gojo who sucks your nipples like his life depended on it. While he sucked on one, rolling it around with his tongue before giving it a few playful nibbles, he pinches the other one with his hand, twisting the bud between his fingers, loving the way you yelp in pain, your voice so sweet as you ask him to be gentle.
Younger stepbrother Gojo who pushes your tits together before stuffing his face into the cleavage and shaking his head from side to side, loving the clap of your tits against his face. You whine as he greedily motor-boated you, not giving you a second to breathe as he immediately start licking the valley of your breasts, the man eager to taste ever part of you.
Younger stepbrother Gojo who's finally satiated an hour later, biting his lower lip once he pulls away and sees what a mess he made of you. Your chest is littered with bite marks and hickies, slick with his saliva from licking you all over and your pretty, sensitive nipples were sucked raw- bite marks surrounding them as they trembled from how much he toyed with them.
Younger stepbrother Gojo who pulls you against him, hands on your ass as he presses your bodies together, smiling at your gasp as you felt his hard-on rub against you. He snuggles his nose into your hair and takes a deep breath, enjoying your scent. He could tell that you were turned on as well, your cunt no doubt drenched from his relentless attack on your tits.
Younger stepbrother Gojo who whispers: "Nee-san..." his hands slipping into the hem of your pants by your hips, slowly starting to pull them down, "Nee-san, I have never seen a woman's pussy and my friends make fun of me. Can you help me? Can I see your pussy?"
Young stepbrother Gojo who's a total pervert for his big sister and knows exactly how to get what he wants.
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justwonder113 · 8 months
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Showering Bang Chan with affection
Lee Know ; Changbin; Hyunjin; Han; Felix; Seungmin; IN;
Warning: gender neutral reader, Kinda suggestive but nothing is implied. Reader is Whipped but no worries so is Channie.
A/N- this is the first ever fic I've ever written about Stray kids so I'm really excited. I really hope you'll like it. Feel free to share your thoughts with me. Requests are open if you're interested. Sorry if the grammar is bad English isn't my first language. Word count- 750
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You two laid on the bed, with you carefully watching your boyfriend with literal heart eyes and him playing on his phone. You finally managed and convinced the Bang Christopher Chan to take a day off and just rest. And now he was all snuggled up in his favorite hoodie his curly hair cutely messed up, skin glowing all nicely from the skincare evening you held and now he was immersed in his game.
You two were set on just chilling and having a lazy day content in each other's presence. You were reading your book and were set on finishing it but you got distracted by your boyfriend's grumbling. He mumbled something about someone cheating his pouty lips cutely jutted out. This adorable sight was enough to distract you from your book. Admiring your boyfriend felt more interesting anyways.
You had no idea how much time has passed since but still it didn't feel enough , he was so immersed in his game he didn't even notice your eyes on him. You didn't want to seem like a creep but you couldn't take your eyes off of him. He was literal perfection in your eyes, it felt like watching art piece at a museum. The way he had his eyebrows drawn in concentration, his happy giggles whenever something went his way or the way he pouted his pretty lips when it didn't, it had your heart jumping in your ribcage.
In fact he was pouting right bow and mumbling about something you didn't really catch on and also didn't really paid any mind to it. Now you had different goal you wanted to achieve. Your mind was occupied with only one thing, which was to kiss him senseless and that's what you were set on doing.
You set aside your book and slowly crawled to him, carefully getting in his lap to not disturb his game. His hands immediately wrapped around you and he quickly kissed your temple. It was cute how even when he was distracted he never failed to give you your much needed affection. It was little things like this that made you fall for him more and more every day, make you feel like a teenager experiencing love for the first time ever.
You felt kinda bad that you were distracting him but as soon as his warmth engulfed you, the second you felt his familiar comforting scent surround you you were a goner and all plans to stay put were gone.
At first you started leaving slow soft kisses on his neck, amused at the shivers that run down his whole body. You felt his grip on your waist tighten, he even muttered something you didn't quite catch on. The main thing was he was not opposed to your sudden affection so you gave yourself a green light. You kissed the spot on his neck that you knew was his weak spot and you couldn't help but smile when he giggled at the tickling feeling.
In a matter of seconds your self control was thrown out the window and you kept leaving kisses wherever you could reach, his neck, his jaw, his cheeks, his forehead, his nose, his squishy lips. You were so immersed you didn't even realize when he put his phone away, he put his arms around you, caging you against him now willing to let go even for a second. He watched you with eyes filled with so much love and passion, shining so brightly any star would be jealous, you were taken back for a second at the intensity of his gaze. God, you were so in love with this man. You sometimes even wondered if he could feel it. You were expressive with your feelings but you were not sure if you were fully expressing it, making him realize just how much he meant to you. Loving him was part of your being now, part of your existence. And you hated how there were not words that could be used to express your feelings.
Channie looked at you with knowing eyes, as always fully aware of what were you feeling and thinking. " I know love, I adore you more." He softly muttered against your cheek leaving a soft kiss there, sending shivers down your spine.
You huffed out a laugh while shaking your head, "Not possible love."
He playfully rolled his eyes, mischief glimmering on his beautiful face. "Let me prove it to you then" he whispered against your lips before sealing your them together.
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spjhyn · 1 month
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random gunwook thoughts
gunwook will never stop making me more delusional i swear. it's 2 am here and im smiling over a MAN.
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i just know that gunwook loves to hug your frame=( he would just gently grab your head and pull you into his chest hhhh and caress your hair as you go on about your day, while cuddling. smile at you and just.. get distracted by your pretty features cuz who wouldn't? you are perfect to him.
"okay so they then came up to me and... are you even listening to me wook?" you mutter, eyebrows furrowed,as you notice your (lovely) boyfriend just stare with you... with hearts in his eyes.
"come here" he says as he grabs you by your waist and puts your head on his chest and starts playing with your hair, "now tell me."
"r-right so..." well that definitely caught you off guard.
WAIT!!! do you seriously think that he'd allow you to talk when your lips look oh so pretty to him? absolutely not. he'd peck your forehead, your cheeks, your nose and your lips, continuously, not even allowing you to talk. if smothering your face with kisses was a real job, you bet gunwook would be a millionaire right now. OH! he also randomly pokes your cheeks too! it's just so cute!! give me a bf like gunwook NOW.
and that noot noot face he makes? he'd pull that dangerous(ly adorable) stunt to get your attention too.
"baby... my lips... they have been aching to feel yours.. please baby... you don't want your boyfriend to die without kisses right😒😒" pouts
and you are definitely not the strongest soldier out there... so you give in to his pout and kiss him till you are tired, but gunwook s got energy. he continues to peck your lips until you end up sleeping.
i just know this man is clingy!! he would whine to get you to look at him, you don't even have to do shit fr, just take one glance at him and he would giggle like an anime schoolgirl
AHH and his hugs are definitely the best like have you seen him hug matthew?! UGH need this man actually. HIS BUILT IS PERFECT. THIS MAN IS PERFECT
bonus: gunwook's fav hobby? compare hand sizes with you. his hands are like 21 cm and the amount of ego boost he gets whenever he compares his hands with yours is just... a lot. he gets this urge to protect you and just treat you like royalty. oh and his second fav hobby? definitely kisses between conversations. the look on your face always makes him proud.
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ilyhaitanii · 4 months
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secrets, sex, cigarettes ft. ran haitani
nsfw. mentions of ran killing a man, nipple play, overstimulating, ran is very sappy towards the end, a bit angsty (srry this is kinda bad i just word vomited)
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the sun has been set for hours now, the moon and night sky replacing the daylight. for hours ran has stood by the balcony, dragging a cigarette from his lips. in and out, huff and puff. he feels the cigar burning his lungs fron the inside out, yet that feeling is better than feeling numb.
he’s killed a man, again. nothing too uncommon with him anymore, but a part of him still can’t let go of the sheer disgust that controls his body after he does it. he knows exactly what to do, how to stage a death, how to hide bodies, etc. it’s all a second nature to him, yet he always finds himself back in your shared bedroom with a cig between his fingers.
your arms loop around his waist, dragging your nails up his chest. you sigh as you press your cheek to his toned back. for a moment, ran wants to tell you all the horrible things he does, how many men he kills, how he tortures them. yet, he wants you to keep the angelic, perfect image of him in your mind. perhaps it’s his ego, his need for people to adore him, so the words never escape his lips.
“what’s wrong, baby?” you say in that sweet toned voice of yours. ran evidently relaxes, smushing the cigar into the tray. ran feels your hands rubbing up and down his torso, tracing the lines of his tattoos. he feels your nails satisfyingly scratch at his skin.
he leans back, pressing his back towards your front. his head tilts back with a smile on his face. he feels your hands dragging lower and he quickly grabs them, turning to pin you against the railing.
“hi honey. ya need somethin’ from me?” his low, sickly sweet voice rings through your ears, sending goosebumps down your spine. his hands rest on your hips, nose rubbing into your neck. he leaves small kisses on your ears, trailing them down to the curve of your shoulder.
ran smells of smoke and bourbon. he’s not a heavy drinker like rindou— ran doesn’t enjoy bitter tastes and would rather indulge in the sweeter things in life. his cologne mixed with the heavy smell of tobacco makes you realize how horrible his mood truly is.
ran tends to hide his bad moods from you. he’ll drown himself in cigarettes and alcohol to cool himself off before he faces you. he can’t bare to ever upset you. it would truly break his heart. you tangle your fingers into his hair, racking them down his back. with your nails scratching his skin, ran breaks out into a shiver. he loves that feeling. he loves your hands on him.
“i just missed you,” you tend to try and drown him in your presence rather than things that can shorten his life span— his time with you. ran does find you taste a lot sweeter than the bourbon or cigarettes he nurses in his hands as he leans down to kiss you. he can taste the fresh mangos on your tongue. you’re such a thief, those were his.
“i miss you too, dolly.” he says, slightly smirking as he watches you melt into his body. your fingers trace down his torso and chest, watching his eyes follow your hands. they brush against the buckle of his pants and ran cocks an eyebrow at you.
“ya need something from me?” he proceeds to kiss your flushed cheeks, further teasing you. he’s so mean. you shake your head, giggling into the crook of his neck. you’re so cute.
“yeah i do,” you reply, smiling against his skin.
“and what would that be?” his hands lock with yours, resting on your sides.
“you in bed. it’s late,” you whisper in his ear, tugging at his lobe. “i’d like my husband to warm it up for me. the bed is so cold without him.”
“really?” every time you express how much you want ran, he’s always shocked. his voice slightly waivers at the end, thinking this was all a dream, all some sick joke his brain was playing on him. you smile up at ran, cupping his face in your hands.
“please come to bed, ran. i want you,” your arms loop around his neck as you take a step back, pulling him with you. his lips smash onto yours, hauling your legs around his waist. ran walks you into your bedroom, abandoning the balcony. he lays you onto the bed, keeping himself slotted between your legs.
ran does not stop kissing you. his hands grip at the hem of your nightdress, lifting it above your head. the pink and black lace of your underwear catches his attention. your face flushes at his uncharacteristic forwardness. ran lifts your ankles up to his lips, kissing down your calves. his eyes are closed during the whole ordeal allowing himself to melt into the expanse of your soft skin.
ran’s fingers toy with the pretty bow on the center of your panties. he smiles at you as he dips down, kissing you once more. he deftly pulls off your bra, fingers tweaking with your nipples. your jaw hangs open, soft gasps pushing ran to do even more. his lips lock around your nipples, his tongue swirling around the bud. you squirm in his hold, the cold sir from the balcony causing your body to shiver.
ran doesn’t neglect the other bud though as his fingers tug and twist at it. he grinds himself against your clothes cunt, moaning against your skin. his mouth pulls off your body with a pop. his hands run up the sides of your body, slightly tickling you. ran kneels between your legs with his hands parting your thighs. he watches at the stain on your panties grows bigger the longer his thumb rubs at your clit through the cloth.
“she’s so wet for me, isn’t she honey?” ran kisses the outline of your clit, making your hips squirm. he shushes you, his thumbs rubbing at your hips. “don’t run away from it. it’ll feel so good,” he finally slides the lacy underwear down your legs, watching your slick stick to it. he coos at the sight, making you cover your face. you turn onto your stomach, raising your hips against ran’s bulge.
he smiles, rubbing your hips with his thumbs, rubbing his free hand up and down your spine. he unbuckles his belt, freeing himself from his underwear. it slaps against his torso, the angry red tip leaking. he lines himself up with your hole. you whine against the pillow, begging for him to hurry.
“shh, be patient, my love.” he kisses the middle of your spine, before pushing himself all the way in. you instantly tighten around him, mewling into the sheets. he doesn’t bother to pull out again and simply grinds himself against your most sensitive spot.
your hips twitch in his hold, pulling yourself higher onto the bed. ran slams you back towards him, hips flush against yours.
“uh, uh. stay still,” he immediately pulls out, leaving the thick tip inside. he then slams back in, keeping this rhythm. you grab at the sheets, drooling into the sheets. your hand reaches behind you to grab at ran’s.
“please, it’s too mu- oh my god!” ran’s arms wrap around your waist, pulling your back to his chest. he continues to thrust into your as your head rolls onto his shoulder. “fuck, ran. this is too much. i can’t,” you sob and whine.
you feel yourself getting closer to the edge, eyes rolling back into your head. ran fuck you so good to the point you can’t think. ran reached forward to rub your clit. that pushes you over the edge so hard. you cum around his dick, silently screaming.
ran is so much rougher than usual. a mix of his frustrations, and drunken daze makes him like this. sure, the two of you will definitely talk about this later, but you enjoy it to the fullest. “you can take it, baby. take it, pretty girl.” his hands tug at your hair as he continues to rut against you. you continue to moan and squeal.
“fuck, baby. you’re so fucking cute. squealing and squirming around me, huh?” ran watches your hand grab at the sheets again. he groans into your ears, panting and heaving. he feels your cunt tighten around him again and he knows you’re so close to cumming.
you’re horribly sensitive, twitching and sobbing. but, ran keeps fucking you, turning you onto your back. his hands grab at your waist, his cock thrusting in and out. your arms loop around his neck, scratching at his shoulders and back.
“ran, please!” you repeat his name like you’re hypnotized, tears rolling down your cheeks. ran gently kisses your tears away. it’s a complete 180 from his previous behavior, but it’s warmly welcomed. “ran,” you whine his name. as he continues fucking into you, he says your name back.
“ran, i love you. i love you so much,” your fingers tug at his hair as you cum one last time before ran is spilling his seed into you. you feel warm and full, brain fuzzy. you cling onto ran as he calms himself down from his high. his lips find your again, thumb rubbing at your tears.
“i love you,” ran mumbles in between kisses. “i love you. i love you. i love you.” he keeps repeating this over and over. his hips buck up into you, making you squeal again. “one more time, baby. i love you, please, one more time?”
ran watches you nod your head. he kisses you like he’s crazy, hands in your hair, pulling your body closer to his. ran wants to stay here with you forever. he never wants to leave the comfort of your apartment, your arms, your shared bed. he never wants to leave you. ran wants to do better, he wants to quit. but ran realizes if he were to tell you the truth, would his paradise come crashing down? he couldn’t live with that. so for now, ran haitani will keep his lips sealed. only allowing words of adoration towards you escape them. he’ll keep this secret til either he dies or you find out.
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bedoballoons · 7 months
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─⊰⁠⊹ฺ✿𝔾𝕖𝕟𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕟 ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕤⊰⁠⊹ฺ✿─
A/n: I honestly have no idea where this thought came from, but basically the genshin men and you find a group of baby ducks. Let the cuteness overload begin!
Requests/asks open!
{༻~Playing with baby ducks~༺}
(Includes: Diluc, Albedo, Itto, Kaveh, Heizou, and Wanderer!)
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𑁍༄Diluc:
Diluc would kneel down by the edge of the water, his hands cupped together as he reached into the cool blue lake, retrieving a small, adorable yellow ball of fluff that would quack happily up at him. "Well...hello there little one." He'd say to the animal, greeting it with a small smile, but because it would have no idea what he was saying, it'd quirk its head to the side curiously before pecking his nose with its beak as if it were giving him a kiss to say hello.
You'd watch the whole scene unfold and try not to die from cuteness overload as he carefully returned the baby duckling to the water, the rest of its family swimming along with it.
𑁍༄Albedo:
Albedo would notice the group of baby ducklings waddling clumsily around the waters edge, their mother swimming gracefully around as her little ones played in the sunshine and instantly get inspired to draw. He'd take a seat on a nearby log and gesture for you to sit by him while he sketched, their adorable little quacks making the perfect background noise, as the two of you watched them.
Suddenly one of the ducklings would get very brave, making its way towards you both until it was barely a foot away and then it would look up at you two like it was unsure what to do next. "Awe aren't you a brave little duckling." Albedo would say, leaning down to gently pet the baby animals head with his finger, he'd chuckle at it's cute actions as it waddled back to its family and you'd sit there in shock at how sweet that all was.
𑁍༄Itto:
Itto and you would get caught in the rain after a morning of beetle fights and while the two of you searched for a place to wait out the storm you'd notice a group of baby ducks trying to make their way from under a bridge to a nearby log, that you could only assume was their home. Every time one attempted to leave the safety of the bridge, they'd almost get knocked over by the large water droplets and just as you were about to suggest helping them you'd realize Itto had already left your side.
You'd watch in amazement as he carefully picked up a branch that had fallen off the nearby tree, holding it over the ducklings as each one waddled to their log home. He'd get entirely soaked in the process, his white hair flat and sticking to his skin, his clothes absolutely drenched like he'd just went swimming and yet...he'd have a huge smile. "Just call me the duckling hero!" He'd say and it would be like you'd fallen in love with him all over again.
𑁍༄Kaveh:
Kaveh would be looking for inspiration for his new blueprints with you by his side as moral support and after searching for awhile to no avail, the two of you would stop by the nearby lake for a quick brunch. Before you had even unpacked the food though, a swarm of baby ducklings would surround Kaveh, staring up at him as they quacked to get his attention. "Awwwe you're all so cute." He'd say, reaching down to gently pet them and chuckling sweetly as they pecked his fingers gently.
You'd sit there with your kamera and take pictures as the ducklings climbed on him, one even somehow making its way onto the top of his head.
𑁍༄Heizou:
Heizou would be sitting with you by a pond, pink cherry blossoms fluttering around you, as the two of you talked about his most recent mystery and attempted to solve it while eating desserts. You'd be interrupted mid sentence though as he started laughing hysterically, wiggling around as if someone had begun to tickle him. "Heizou? You all right?" You'd ask with a eyebrow raised and he's attempt to answer, but get caught off by yet another burst of laughter.
Just as you were starting to get freaked out he'd reach into the open part of his shirt and carefully retrieve the culprit of his abrupt laughter, a baby duckling that had crawled into his clothes when he wasn't paying attention. "Aha, so you're the one causing trouble, should I arrest you now...or tell your mother and let her think of your punishment?" He'd say jokingly, the baby duck however would simply quack in response before jumping out of his hands and waddling quickly back to the pond.
𑁍༄Wanderer:
Wanderer would be walking along beside you, the two of you out to enjoy nature...or rather you out to enjoy nature and him being dragged along with you, when suddenly you both would start hearing little quacks trailing behind you. You'd look to see what was going on before bursting into laughter at the sight...five baby ducks made a neat little line behind Wanderer, follow him like he was their mother.
"Looks like you've adopted five little ones!" You'd exclaim and he'd turn around to see what you'd meant, only to be met with five pairs of little eyes staring right back at him. You'd giggle as he attempted to shoo them away, only for them to reform into a line behind him everytime he turned around. "I'm not your mother, go away!" He'd try, but nothing would work, they'd continue to follow him till the two of you found their actual mother and returned them to her.
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ଘ(੭*ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ♡‧₊˚Have a nice day!*⁠.⁠✧
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jordanli-dribbles · 1 month
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Movie Night
Jordan Li x gn!Reader | 890 words
Just a little something obnoxiously sweet.
Summary: You, Jordan and the gang get together for your weekly movie night.
You were sitting on Jordan's lap, their head resting on your shoulder, their arms wrapped tightly around you. You were holding their phone, both of you intently looking at an image on the screen.
"You can't be serious, that is definitely blue!" You exclaimed, turning slightly to look at their face dumbfounded. They lift their hand up to zoom in on the image trying to get a better look.
"Where the fuck are you seeing blue? That’s definitely gold!" They say, lifting their head up slightly to look at you, their eyebrows pinch together.
You stare at them with a raised eyebrow, feigning concern. "Babe, I'm genuinely concern about your vision," you said in a mock-serious tone, looking at them dead in the eye.
They slowly roll their eyes and scoff, which makes you laugh. "I have perfect fucking vision, you're the one who needs to get their eyes checked," they reply, pinching your hips, before grabbing their phone from your hands.
A small snort escapes your lips as you laugh. "I'm the one who can see in the dark, babe," you quip with a smile, leaning back to rest your head on their shoulder. "You're the one who can't tell the difference between blue and gold," you say, playfully tapping their nose.
“You're such an ass," Jordan says, lightly nipping your ear, which causes you to giggle.
"You love my ass," you retorted, shaking your hips against them for emphasis.
"I do. I really do," Jordan murmurs against your neck, biting softly.
“So…is is this some sort of foreplay for you two?” Andre says amusingly. You turn to look at him surprised. You had completely forgotten you were in his dorm for movie night. You and Jordan were sitting on the ground while Andre, Luke and Cate sat on his bed. Emma, Marie and Sam where sitting on the couch behind you. All of which were staring at you and Jordan, amused trying to hold back a laugh.
You blush, turning to hide your face in the crook of Jordan's neck. Jordan lets out a laugh, holding you tighter. "Yes," they answer bluntly, looking at Andre with a wide grin.
"Jordan!" You whine, slapping their arm as the whole group bursts out laughing.
"What, its true! You love arguing with me," they exclaim. Their laugh vibrating against your back.
“There would be no reason to argue if you weren't wrong all the time,” you quip, trying not to laugh.
They huff. "Yeah, okay. Keep telling yourself that, princess," they say, nipping your jaw.
"Ok, if you two are done being adorable, can you help us decide on what to watch?" Cate says, interrupting your banter.
You lifted your head up, turning around to see everyone looking at you. "Uhhhh, how about The Little Mermaid?" You suggest. Everyone looks at you unimpressed.
"We watched that last week," Sam says, raising an eyebrow.
"Oh, uh...Beauty and the Beast?"
"We watched that like 2 weeks ago!" Andre exclaims with a huff.
"What about..."
"We can't watch Mulan, we've already seen it five times this month!" Luke adds, holding five fingers up.
"But I like Mulan!" You say softly with a pout, leaning back to rest on Jordan’s chest.
"How about we watch Shrek, we haven't seen that in a while," Jordan suggests, looking at Luke.
"Shrek!" You and Emma cheered at the same time, high-fiving each other, which caused everyone to laugh.
"Oh my God, you two are dorks," Marie says, shaking her head.
"And yet you love us," you quip, winking at her.
"Debatable," Sam says, smirking. You throw a pillow at him, causing him to laugh. He quickly throws it back but Jordan catches it mid air.
"I don't know why I put up with you," Jordan sighs, tightening their arms around you, hugging you close to their chest.
"Because you love me," you reply, placing a soft kiss on their lips.
"You're lucky you're cute," they mutter, placing a soft kiss on your neck.
"Can we watch Shrek now?" Emma whines, breaking you and Jordan from your moment.
"Yes we can watch Shrek now," Andre says, rolling his eyes and putting the movie on, turning off the lights. You nestle closer to Jordan, turning your attention to the screen, as they rest their head on your shoulder.
You didn't pay much attention to the movie, more focused on Jordan. They were absentmindedly drawing patterns on your arms with their fingers, causing goosebumps to rise on your skin. You turned your head to look at their face, admiring how their hair fell across their face. You gently brushed the hair out of their face, making them turn their head and look at you. They smiled, leaning down to give you a gentle kiss. You let out a happy sigh when they pulled away, resting your head back on their shoulder, turning back to look at the screen.
You loved moments like this, surrounded by the people you love, spending a lazy afternoon together. It made you happy, it was something you never thought you would have, especially with the way things started out. But now you couldn't imagine your life without them.
Jordan kissed your cheek, smiling. "Love you," they murmured, rubbing their nose against the side of your face. You sighed happily, leaning into their touch. "I love you too, baby."
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Just some fun college normalcy. Plus I like the idea of movie nights consisting of nothing but animated and Disney movies. Gifs by stannyramirez
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rin-fukuroi · 4 months
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𝐓𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥 [𝐍𝐞𝐮𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞]
Please do not translate or publish my works without my permission.
The originals of my works can be read here
Fandom: Genshin Impact
Pairings: Neuvillette x fem!reader
Warnings: just cute fluff
Note: English is not my native language, so I apologize if there are errors in the text qq
I've seen enough art with Neuvillette in glasses, so I couldn't keep it to myself anymore!
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— Do you want me to… put on glasses? — the Hydro Dragon's eyes widen when he looks up at you, looking up from the stack of papers lying on his desk.
Your sudden requests and desires never cease to amaze him. Although people in general are still a mystery to Neuvillette, but you seem to be a puzzle for him, which he will never be able to cope with. Maybe that's why he fell in love with you for the first time. Despite the fact that your behavior sometimes raises a lot of questions in his head, the Chief Justice of Fontaine really believes that his place is next to you. Sudden changes in your mood are so hard to predict, and your actions do not cease to surprise him day by day. This… Truly beautiful.
— Yes, — you rest your elbows on the wooden surface of the table in Neuvillette's office, resting your head on your palms in anticipation. The eyes in which these fascinating sparks always dance, which the Hydro Dragon lacks, but for some reason, when you look at him as if he is the core of your little amazing world, the structure of which he has yet to understand, Neuvillette's gaze also softens, imbued with your infectious brilliance.
— Do you understand that I have no problems with my eyesight, right?
— Yes, yes, I am aware that you are my great Hydro Dragon, and human health problems are alien to you, but … I'm sure you will look stunning in them! — you smile radiantly, removing one of your hands from your chin to push your glasses a little closer to Neuvillitte's puzzled sitting figure.
— Stunning?.. — he's really confused, but it seems to mean that you think the glasses will look good on him, right?
The Judge's eyebrows furrow when he looks at the thing you so insistently suggest him to wear, and a quiet sigh escapes from his chest before the corners of his lips barely noticeably stretch into a smile.
You watch in anticipation as his long, thin fingers gently straighten the arches of his glasses, slowly bringing them to his face. Neuvillette's long eyelashes lightly touch his cheeks when he closes his eyes, carefully, as if in his hands a real luxury item, arranging glasses on the bridge of his nose. He is always so sensitive to any thing that you give him, whether it's a wardrobe item or a freshly baked bun, which is hardly worth being especially careful with. But that's why you love him. Neuvillette isn't tainted by human vices, is not spoiled by prejudices. He's just the way he is, and watching him will never cease to arouse your interest.
As soon as the mother-of-pearl pale purple eyes open, looking confusedly at you through thin glasses, your hands suddenly tremble slightly at your face. Neuvillette notices how your lips part and your pupils dilate while your eyes are mesmerized by his chiseled features.
Perfect.
He looks even better than you might have expected. The image of Neuvillette has never been quite modern, but the way glasses only complement his classic style of clothing, emphasize the correct features of his face, the way from such a small detail the aura of order and rigor emanating from the Supreme Judge is usually felt even more clearly, simply cannot but admire.
But the man is really confused. You are silent, without saying a word, just continuing to stare at him as if he is a painting painted by a talented artist in one of Fontaine's galleries. Nothing has changed, he's still the same as before, so why is your gaze oozing with adoration now, even more than usual? Can such little things really change the human perception of other people's appearance so easily?
— You… — finally Neuvillette hears your voice, sounding so frighteningly quiet. Your eyebrows furrow, and the Chief Justice straightens up in his chair, not understanding what you're going to say next. Are you happy? Upset? Did he make you angry about something? — You look absolutely gorgeous, Neuvi.
A burning warmth tingles Neuvillette's cheeks. He always feels so stupid when he can't figure out what you're thinking, but maybe that's the reason why his interest in you will never fade? You're so funny when you smile, slightly squinting your eyes and reaching out to remove a stray snow-white strand of soft hair from his flushed face.
Even if you have a much shorter period of stay in this world, even if you are so different that it even scares the Hydro Dragon sometimes, but he appreciates every moment spent with you, imprinting in his memory every smile that touched your lips, and every sound of your gentle voice addressing him with such awe that his heart can't help but beat faster in his chest.
— When we get home, you have to wear them again, because it's sexy as hell! — and again your mood changes, as if by a click, when you giggle, leaning back in your chair, playfully examining the confused expression on the face of the Supreme Judge.
His shoulders relax slightly, and his hands reach for the papers on the table again.
— If that's what you want, I'm ready to wear them whenever you want.
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lil-bexie · 19 days
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Morningstar!Reader Headcannons
Reader is Charlie's older Sister.
This one will be a female reader, if requested I'll do GN. I just like the thought of Lucifer being a girl dad. Older sister is a little hard to write for because we don't know the full story of Lucifer, Lilith, and Eve. So ya girl just winged it. Hopefully it's to everyone's liking.
NO warnings for this one!
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- Being the oldest daughter, you would definitely know more about your family than Charlie. As well as where your family descends from.
- Having gotten more time with them before the "split", you understood your parents as who they actually are.
- You were always a Mama's girl.
- Although you love your father, and his quirks, your mother, Lilith, had been your idol.
- Unlike your mother, and Charlie, however, you did not inherent the shared genetic in length.
- You're short just like your dear Lil Dad.
- You have your mother's eyes and your father adores it.
"MuahmuahmuahmuahmuAH!" Lucifer blows raspberries on his young daughter's tummy. He extends his arms out, holding her beneath her shoulders away from his body as he observed her fondly. So small and sweet. Her legs wiggle around for structure, tiny hands gripping the cuffs of his neat suit.
'She really was the perfect combination of both Lilith and him', Lucifer realized. The pale complexion of her mother that caused her dark lashes to stand out. The rosey apples of her chubby cheeks matching his own. Really the only indication that this carbon copy of Lilith has relation to him.
We sure did make a cute kid.
Lucifer thinks, a dreamy smile curving his lips. Before his face soured, as if he had tried something fowl. That smile dropped into a frown as he deadpans at his giggling spawn.
"Keep snearing and you'll wrinkle those smile lines." His wife teased. Lilith walks into the room where Lucifer is sat, tilting her head in a silent question. "She's going to be beautiful." He responds with distain bleeding from his tone. Lilith, still ever confused at her husband's dismay, seats herself beside him to take their baby girl into her own arms.
"Well yes," Lilith agrees nuzzling her cheek with her baby's, "she already is."
"No." The fallen angel responds, still staring ahead where he had been holding his little one, thinking of how one day he won't be able to hold her up.... and away from the people of hell. "They'll be ALL OVER her!" He exclaims. His two girls gaze up at him with matching eyes.
Lucifer rises quickly, his arms swinging above his head dramatically, he begins to pace around the room. "Men and women alike! Boyssssss-" he grimaces, "My darling girl won't be able to go outside! Turtle necks and long skirts! Or- or I'll just have to follow her everywhere!" "Or teach her how to handle other demons-" "That's right! You don't take shit from other demons Y/n!" The devil points at his daughter mere inches away from her nose.
The baby girl looks up to her father, tilting her head in confusion she raises an eyebrow. "Ah?" She questions with a babble.
-By the time you were at the age cognitive enough to hold conversation, and walk, your father had noticed the ever present frown on his daughter's lovely face when she was alone.
-Between him being busy with matters of Hell, and Lilith out attending her own business, that left little time for his Fire Spawn. Lucifer kicked himself for not noticing the only company you had, had been the staff that maintained a respectful distance.
-He understood lonliness, and wanted nothing more than to erase that sadness from her young life.
-So, he made Y/n a gift... or two. The first one was an accident he regrets all the way to present day! That THING is an abomniation to all life!
-I'll get to that one in a moment though.
-The one Lucifer perfectly made for his darling little Devil, is a hound. Unlike the other hounds of Hell however, this one is more average dog like. If... your average dog could morph into a savage beast and had three heads.
-You guessed it! A Cerberus. So much personality his daughter will never be bored! And! Thrice protected.
"Alllllright Y/n! Are you ready for your surprise?" Lucifer asked the little princess who had been yawning from her afternoon nap, freezes, "A surprise?!" She asks gawking up at her father with a smile. No longer tired.
"That's right my burning brimstone! I have a wonderful gift for you." He responds, kneeling down to eye level where he can see on full display the sparkles in her eyes. Just like her mother. Feeling himself get off track, Lucifer shakes his head. "I know your mother and I are busy. We rarely have a day to sit. But, I want you to know that despite it all," his right hand reaches to caress her pink cheek, "we think about you always. I never want you to be lonely."
Y/n stares at him without a word, blinking her eyelashes bat. She smiles fondly as she presses her face into her father's palm, grasping his lower arm with her tiny hands. It's so sweet Lucifer feels his chest tighten. Such a wonderful daughter he has.
Relunctant to turn away, he remembers the meeting he has in an hour, he'd have to hurry. Y/n watches her father's face change to a troubled expression before he pops up to his feet and back into his cheery demeanor.
Waving his hand, sparks of gold appear, sizzling they grow into a ball that hits the rug upon the wood floor. A rather furry ball. It's pink paws displayed outward as it lays on it's belly, legs starfished. Looking to her father who nods, Y/n steps close to the creature as it attempts to stand. Gazing in curious awe, the thing finds it's footing to turn around. It's three dog heads look at her. The two on the side tilting in question, in oppisite directions, the one in the middle perking up with a goofy look of excitment. Instantly recognising his princess.
"What's their name?" Y/n whispers to Lucifer. "Whatever you want them to be." He responds, "He's yours afterall." Y/n snaps her head to Lucifer, braided blonde hair whipping over her shoulder. "Mine?" "Mhm."
Immediatly she kneels down to the dog... erm... dogs? And with her encouragment they come right to her with no hesitation. Each licking her face causing her to fall on her bottom in a fit of laughter. Hugging her new fluffy friends close.
"Thank you Daddy!" She says as she runs to her father capturing his leg. He looks down at the tuffs of blonde hair, now tossed about from the pups, he pats her gently. "You're welcome kiddo."
-Later, however, your father leaves in a rush for his planned outing.
-He hadn't had time to dispose of a certain VERY much failed project.
-You were playing with your new puppies running around the palace halls, when you passed Lucifer's office. You had always been told it was off limits to you without your father's company.
-But, when you hear a crash and strange shriek of panic, it causes a girl to stop to take a gander.
Caustiouly the Devil princess opens the door, the light from the hall glares into the room revealing shattered glass. Peering further into the room, a pair of bright red eyes break through the darkness from under the desk. Cerberus, now named Lucky, Luu, and Luca, all three pairs of ears perked up. Hackles flared up in defense as they growl lowly.
A hissing noise is given in return.
The Cerberus bounds toward the origin of the noise, barking/howling causing the other creature to cry out in agressive fear. The creature jumps over the dogs, landing in the light beaming from the open door. It's red fur standing up on its small body as it hunches in defense, long tail whipping back and forth. Despite it's tension, an ever present yellow grin never left it's face.
Once the dogs had realized the creature was behind them, they work in tandem to turn around. Through the fast situation, Y/n runs between the two creatures. "Lucky Luu Luca! Stop it!" She commands the cerberus dog. To which they react and quickly halt before her, although she feels the hairs on the back of her neck begin to stand. Slowly peaking over her shoulder, the small demon peers at the cat like creature growing in size. The deer like horns (antlers) atop it's head expanding. Red eyes stare intensely into Y/n's as a ringing noise fills the room.
It's grinning mouth opens, sharp teeth revealing it's long tongue and drooling mouth. The cerberus dog growls behind Y/n, she leans back onto him with wide eyes. The creature's tongue reaches out and licks the princess's face causing her to...
giggle?
"KITTY!" She exclaims, launching her small body onto the lanky disfigured cat. It's mouth closes and fur softens as it shrinks back down to it's original size. It's head in the child's arms as she snuggles it's fluffy ears. "You're so cute! I'll take good care of you!" She informs the cat as she drags him away out of the office.
Lucifer came home later that evening, ready to get rid of the abomination hidden away in his office. Once he reaches the office door, however, he finds it ajar and upon openning it discovers the kennel it had been in busted, as well as a glass vase shattered. At that very moment, he heard the horror inducing scream of his child.
Immediatly reacting he bolts straight to Y/n's room, bursting in to find the cat he had created ontop of his baby. Mouth nibbling her cheek. Lucifer snatches the cat off her by the scruff of his neck.
"Daddy?" The girl questions when she sits up fully.
"Sweetheart, are you okay?" He asks her concerned. "Yeah we were playing." She tells him. "Y/n," her father starts, lost for words at the sight of her startled eyes, "this thing isn't safe. You weren't supposed to see it." Y/n didn't understand, CC and her had only been playing. He didn't make her feel unsafe. In fact, he had saved her from a nasty bruise by sliding under her to cushion her fall.
"I'm just going to take it and put it somewhere it won't cause any issues-" Lucifer tells her as he heads for the door. "No Daddy! Wait!" His princess springs up toward him. "Please Daddy he's nice! I really love him!" The man gazed down at his daughter with guilt, she's always been empathetic towards creatures/animals. Having a way of taming them with her presence alone.
"I promise to keep him out of trouble!" She pleads. Her best begging eyes on display to woo her father into believing her.
In the end, despite his internal battle, Lucifer couldn't deny his precious daughter's wishes. He places the cat down on the ground, it walks over to his daughter's side before it plops on the plush rug. Eyes blinking one after another with a smile.
Y/n takes hold of the floppy cat hugging his head she kisses his face. Seeing the horned cat mind his daughter with what seemed to be loyalty was odd, even if he had made it for that purpose.
"Alright Y/n, but he is your responsibility."
"Thank you Daddy." She smiles to him with glassy eyes.
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-Sooooooo YES the first pet Lucifer had made you, and disliked, is based off Cursed Cat Alastor. I will do seperate headcannons on him another time, but, Y/n has named him CC short for Cursed Cat.
-He's what gets you into voodoo later in life whenever you're "totally not going through a phase mom!"
-Speaking of mom, as said before, you were quite the Mommy's girl.
-Fascinated by her make up and dresses, all the shoes in her closet! Your mother made being a grown up girl just seem so fun!
-Lots of times the staff would catch you in your mother's vanity room, clothes scattered about as you wobble your way in high heels towards the mirror.
-Classic big hat and feathered scarf momment lol
-White shades over your eyes as you put on your best Proper Lady face with your nose in the air.
-Pearls hang around your neck matching the many rings you'd put on your fingers.
-The purple dress that had caught your eye barely staying over your shoulders.
-Lucky, Luu, and Luca sat watching adoringly nearby, who also now have bow ties and lipstick. Along side CC who longued on the cushioned vanity bench.
-Then finally... you strike your pose. One hand going to the side of your head as the other goes to your hip, dramatically popping your hip out.
-Once you do Lucky, Luu, and Luca all howl in applause. "Thank you, thank you!" You say with a curtsy.
-Meanwhile the female staff gush about how cute you are, even the old women who tends to be grouchy about the messes you make.
-Another time your beauty queen side showed was when you walked to Lilith as she was getting ready one morning in her vanity room.
"Well hello my little demoness," she coos at her daughter who walks in sleepily holding her uncaring cat like a rag doll. "did you have a good sleep dear?" "Mhmm." Y/n responds rubbing her scrunched eyes. She stops at her mother's vanity and looks up when she feels Lilith's hand rubbing along her blonde hair. Lilith bends to pick up Y/n, and CC, to place her on her lap. Y/n leans into her mother's bossom holding her cat close, as the hand continues to play with her hair.
Lilith continues to apply her lipstick with no trouble despite the child on her arm. Unaware that her baby's eyes have taken to watching her.
"Can I have some?" Her small voice asks, batting her eyes.
Lilith giggles, "Sure."
Clearing a spot on the vanity table, she lifts Y/n up to place her on it. CC jumps down, face planting on the ground, to sit and peer up at his princess. The woman lightly grasps the girls chin, to direct her where she could apply the red gloss she'd chosen for the youngster. Y/n sat there patiently, almost wiggling out of excitment.
"There." Lilith sits back with a smile. Y/n perks up and twists around to face the mirror. She gawks at her appearance, popping her lips before she puckers them. Lilith giggles at the goofy antics.
"What about the eyelash stuff?" Y/n questions, "Could I have some of that too?" Her mother ponders for a moment, "Hmm. Alright," she relents, "just a little. You have to trust me."
The girls eyes sparkle as she nods with anticipation. It was quite the difficult process, and slightly painful when she flinched and the wand poked her eye. But, eventually, her lashes were longer and more prominent.
The bells of the clock toll, interrupting the girl's joy. It was time for mom to leave. Noticing the drop of her daughter's smile, Lilith brushes the back of her fingers across Y/n's cheek. "Don't be sad darling, I'll see you this evening."
Looking down Y/n pouts, her lower lip sticking out, yet nods. Hopping down from the vanity, she walks to the door with CC trailing behind her. "I wish I had another girl to do girl stuff with while you're away." She admits looking back, "Like a sister."
-Lilith was pregnant the next week.
-BOOM Charlie was born! And you're not the only princess in the palace anymore!
-Though I'm not sure about how hellborn demons age and if it varies in any way. I do remember that in Helluva Boss, Octavia aged normally as humans do. When Stolas and Stella were fighting on the balcony, he claimed wanting a divorce and said he won't put up with Stella any longer because the reason for their marriage was already seventeen. Though I've heard people saying that Charlie is WAY older than human years. Just go with me on this though.
-Translate whatever 6-7 years older in human years to demon years I don't care, the point is Y/n is about 6-7 human years mentally older than Charlie.
-So Y/n was old enough to understand pregnancy and that there was a baby on the way.
"I want to have dress up parties, and drink tea together! I wonder if she'll like baking too. OOOOO maybe she'll want to play voodoo dolls with me!"
-She says this all while squeezing her Cursed Cat and jumping around with her cerberus.
-Lucifer and Lilith are happy to see how elated their first born is for a sibling, well... sister. That's the only thing they worry about is how you will react if it turns out you have brother.
-They sit you down one evening after dinner to talk to you about it.
-Your response surprises them.
"That's okay if I can't have a sister and I get a brother. I'm sure I could force him into a tea party." Purple eyes glowing when her sclera morph grey, her pupils slim into slits as she smiles innocently.
-CC hisses an evil laugh in the backround.
-Okay... maybe they should watch what you're reading more.
-Thankfully the baby is a girl, (Idk about Charlie's name if it's Charlotte and she goes by Charlie, but, I do know that Katie Killjoy referred to her as Charlotte in the pilot so I'm gonna go with that. Correct me in the comments and I'll edit this. BE NICE thank you.), and they call her Charlotte.
-Y/n wants everything to do with her new sister. Watching her mother as she feeds her, changes her diaper, laughing as Lucifer makes gross faces as he changes her diaper, holding her sitting on the counch, being the first to go to her when she starts to cry.
"It's okay!"
-She'd exclaim with a smile, Charlotte looks up at her with ruby eyes.
"You're okay."
-Now when Charlie gets older, that adoration Y/n had felt for Lilith, Charlie holds for Y/n.
-And rightfully so. Y/n was the best big sister ever! Always teaching her something new and playing with her. Everyday was great because Y/n made it so.
-You were most of Charlie's childhood, her idol. She is very grateful later in life.
-By the time she enters the time in her life to become a woman, you are already a young women.
-Distance between you both and your father had grown as time went on. But, you knew he loved you even if Charlie didn't at times.
"He just doesn't know how to interact with us now that we're older. It was easier for him to pop up when we were younger because kids are simple minded. But, now we've become people, Dad doesn't know us."
"I just wish he would try to get to know us."
-Charlie would frown in both pain and anger. Folding her arms.
"Yeah."
-You would agree, because the distance of your father had left something in your heart empty as well.
-Then... the disappearance of your mother.
-That was a hard blow to the entirity of the family.
-Worried where she might be, if she was okay, why she had left.
-Worried about Charlie. Who refused to open up about her feelings.
-Worried for your father who had gone from being around sometimes, to almost never. Locked in his study.
-You felt your family that had already been apart, crumbled.
-Sometimes, it really felt like CC, Lucky, Luu and Luca were your only constants. You all against the rest of hell.
-You did make yourself your own little home, where you could live outside of just your room within the palace, where the halls had grown cold.
-Charlie stayed over more often than not, claiming one of the four extra rooms.
-Time passed, and Charlie eventually did pitch her emotions to you. Along with an idea that sounded just as crazy as it was hopeful.
-Redemption for sinners to save them from Heaven's extermination.
-The thought never really crossed your mind before. You never really felt remorse for the sinners that ended up down here, seeing as they were awful and cruel. Hardly did you consider them to be 'Your People'. You may be hellborn but you were better than them.
Sitting out on the back porch of the estate, the sisters drink tea as the nip at their late afternoon snack.
"Charlie, as kind as that is, I just don't see sinners wanting to change their ways. They ended up down here more than likely by choice. Doing wrong for their personal gain on purpose. They're not worth your kindness sister."
"We don't know that. No one is born evil it just... invades peoples' hearts. Even goodness! We aren't made knowing what is good and what is bad. We learn and grow from there."
Her words bring Y/n to a pause. Charlie was so young yet so passionate. She truly believed sinners could be good after their mistakes brought them eternal damnation.
"But would anyone besides you forgive them?"
The question was more of a statement, and it hung heavily in the air.
"If anyone is as good as I know they can be, yes."
Despite her meek posture, she didn't shy away from her opinions when opposed. Even sounding confident. That was enough for Y/n to make her decision to support her little sister despite all odds.
"So... do you have a plan of action to get this to work?"
Charlie lights up, "Actually!," she says joyfully, "I have this idea for a hotel, kind of like a rehab but less... medical? Degrading? Where people come to stay for a shot at redemption without pressure! OH and-," she continues to ramble on. Y/n sips her tea smiling as Charlie speaks.
-What big dreams my kid sister has-
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As I said before I will make more headcannons for CC separately and I'm thinking a part two to this as well, but as a oneshot where Y/n visits the hotel. If you liked this let me know!
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thedirtybeanlife · 1 year
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Soft Touches || Simon 'Ghost' Riley x reader
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Summary: Simon does your skin care routine for you.
warnings: cursing
very full of fluff and soft simon
no mentions of y/n or gender specifications <3
enjoy!!
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I sat on the floor of Simon and I's shared bedroom, rummaging through the small basket that held most of my hair and skin care products. I preferred doing both in the bedroom because of the giant mirror we had next to our dresser. Its length stretched from the floor to the ceiling and had an LED ring around the trim, giving off the perfect amount of light. Indie music played quietly from the speaker of my phone next to me as I quietly hummed along and nodded my head. Grabbing the products I would need, I placed them in a line in front of me; in application order. Just as my hand reached to grab the cleanser, Simon walked into the room, a soft smile reaching his face as his eyes met mine.
“Well don't you look adorable,” he joked, taking in my fluffy bathrobe and fuzzy headband keeping the hair from my face.
I playfully rolled my eyes and started opening the cleanser bottle and dabbing some onto a cotton round, gently scrubbing away the grime and makeup from today. Simon’s voice sounded once again stopped me in my tracks.
“Can I do it?” I had never heard his voice go so soft and timid in the entire ten years I'd known the burly man.
“Of course you can, Baby. C’mere.” my smile and voice were warm and welcoming as I nodded for him to come join me.
He got up, slowly making his way over to me. Sitting down next to me, I watched as his eyes scanned the various bottles and jars of product. His face was contorted in visible confusion and wonder which caused me to let out a small laugh.
“What’re you laughin’ for, Love? Something funny?” he asked, eyebrow cocked with a small smirk resting on his lips.
“You look so lost. It’s cute.” I teased, lightly bumping my shoulder into his.
“I’ll show you cute…” and with that he gently grabbed a hold of my ankles, suddenly pulling me across the short distance on the hardwood floor to sit between his legs.
My legs were over top his thighs, resting on the floor behind him while our noses were practically touching. His eyes bored into mine, making my face flush at the close proximity.
“We've been married for seven years, and I can still make you freeze up and blush.” he teased back, lips ghosting over my own.
With my breath being ripped away from me at his intense stare and playful words, the only thing I could think to do was close the gap between us. Our lips met, his rough ones slowly moving against my softer ones, the passion just as alive as it was during our first kiss. It was always like that. Every kiss from Simon was searing hot in the best way possible. Pulling away, my forehead rested against his, smiles on both our faces.
“Can we get back to what we're supposed to be doing before we get side tracked and ruin my skin care routine?” I joked, hands grabbing his much larger ones and lacing our fingers together.
“What’s first?” Simon asks, thumbs rubbing circles on the backs of my hands.
“Well since I just cleaned everything off, toner.” I declared, grabbing the small bottle and handing it to him as well as another cotton round,” All you do is pour a little on there and wipe it around my face. Just watch the eyes, please.”
He nodded, flipping the lid open and squeezing some of the liquid onto the cotton. Ever so slowly, he dragged the pad across my face, careful to avoid my eyes. After a few more seconds he pulled away, eyes scanning my face.
“Now what?” he asked with excitement in his voice, eyes darting to the array of skin care products beside us.
“Serum, but be careful. This shit will run in your eyes so fast if you aren't careful. You can’t use too much or it’ll make me look oily too. Two or three drops should be more than enough. Maybe just on my cheeks and one on my forehead to be safe, yeah?”
He nodded as I handed him the bottle. He spun the small glass bottle in his hand, examining the label before twisting and pulling out the dropper. Simon’s thumb and forefinger softly gripped my chin, leaning my head back some so he could get a better angle. He was careful to avoid my eyes and mouth as he squeezed the handle of the dropper, letting a drip fall on each cheek and my forehead.
“Do I just rub it in?” he asked quietly, hand still holding my head back.
I let out a small hum, letting him know he was right. My eyes immediately fluttered shut as his calloused hands rubbed soft circles into my skin. He chuckled at how pliant I became at his touch, placing a kiss to the top of my head. He spent a few extra minutes (definitely more than he needed to) rubbing the serum into my skin before pulling away and grabbing the second to last item.
Simon grabbed the small sample jar of my night time eye mask, the jar comically small in his hands. Watching me apply this multiple times before, he swiftly opened the jar and applied two small dots of it under each eye. He closed the jar and sat it back in the basket with my other stuff before using his middle finger to gently rub the cream into the skin under and around my eyes. Once finished, he grabbed my bottle of moisturizer, squirting some into his hand and dotting it around my face. Using three of his fingers, Simon rubbed the lotion into my skin just as gently as he had everything else, if not more. A content sigh left my lips as he finished, placing a kiss on my temple.
“And done. Let's get you dressed and into bed, beautiful.” he allowed me to un-straddle him and scoot back some before he stood, offering a hand to help me up.
I of course took it and followed him over to our closet where he grabbed one of his shirts and playfully tossed it over my head making me giggle loudly. Quickly discarding my robe, I threw the shirt over my head and turned to look at Simon who was gawking at me like he had never seen me in his clothes before. Rolling my eyes at his behavior, I grabbed his hand and dragged him with me to our bed. We both climbed in, Simon immediately pulling me into his chest, our legs intertwining.
“Try and get some sleep tonight, yeah?” I spoke into his chest, fingers playing with the hem of his shirt.
“Only if you do the same, Love.” he whispered, thumb stroking my exposed hip.
“Mm only for you, Si.”
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boohbear19 · 1 year
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Hush
@obsessionsdumpster asked:
Heyyy just stumbled upon your account and I really love your chishiya fics 🥰 if you’re taking requests, could I request something with reader and chishiya being in a relationship in the borderlands and when they’re playing the Jack of hearts game they need to pretend they’re strangers (chishiya’a idea probably lol) so reader just starts teasing him to see for how long he can keep up the act, maybe eventually stealing him away from the others for a sneaky make out session 🤭? Don’t know if you like the idea but if you do then thank you so muchh!! 🫶🏻
Oh my gosh, yes! I can absolutely write this! Thank you for the request!!🥰
ChishiyaxChildish!Reader
Warnings: Not proofread! Maybe a little heavy making out🥵😬
PLEASE DON’T STEAL MY WORK. 
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“It’s not that bad.” Chishiya says, as he watches you huff and stomp your feet childishly. “If others see we’re a couple they will use it against us.” 
“So you’re saying that we’re going to start listening to a bunch of strangers about our relationship?” You question, as you reach for the last collar on the table. 
“Other players will see love as vulnerability. We can’t show that to anyone.” 
Chishiya watches you flinch as your collar locks around your neck automatically, drawing a sigh from your pretty lips. 
“This thing’s a bomb, isn’t it?”
“Yes.” 
“So let me get this straight...” You hold up a finger and step in front of him, thankful it was just the two of you alone in the main entrance to the prison. 
“You want us...to act like complete strangers toward each other...when you haven’t even heard the rules to the game yet!?” 
“The game is betrayal it’s a heart’s game, love.” Chishiya replies, looking down at you. His hoodie casted a dark shadow over his eyes, hiding them completely so all you could see was his perfect tiny nose and fully shaped lips. If possible he looked more attractive than usual. 
You blow a strand of hair out from your face as you puff your cheeks. Chishiya’s plan did make sense the more you anticipated it, and the fact that this was a face card game meant it would be more challenging than any other heart games the two of you had previously played. 
Chishiya stuffs his hands in his pockets as he watches you process the plan quietly. You looked adorable as sick as it sounded, with that collar wrapped around your slender neck and your eyebrows narrowed as they always were whenever you were in deep thought. Chishiya was so in love with you, and although he won’t show it during the Jack of Hearts game, it didn’t mean it would drive him crazy having to resist you. 
“Alright, fine.” You huff, knowing it was useless arguing against your boyfriend. Once his mind was set on something, that was it. Changing his mind was impossible. 
“On one condition! We have one last kiss...before we go up those stairs and start this game!” 
The smallest hint of a smile toys at the corners of Chishiya’s lips as he takes a step closer to you and cups your face in his warm hands. You could feel your heart flutter with anticipation as the tip of his nose brushes against yours. 
“Anything for you, princess.” he whispers, before he crushes his lips against yours. 
♥️♠️♦️♣️♥️♠️♦️♣️
“So...basically we have to tell each other our suits, and we win!” A man in overalls exclaimed, looking over at Chishiya. 
You watch your boyfriend quietly from the other side of the room, silently fuming on the fact you had to act like you had no idea who he is. During the tutorial of the game, you scanned the room carefully for who seemed the most trustworthy. 
It was a tough call because you haven’t seen these players before and looks could be deceiving. 
“Excuse me, miss?” 
A man with long bangs that hung over his eye, he had a tall and lean frame, and was dressed in a polo stripped shirt and jeans. You admit to yourself, he was cute but to Chishiya he couldn’t compare. 
“Hello.” You bow formally in greeting. “I’m y/n.” 
“Matsushita, it’s nice to meet you y/n. Could you tell me my suit? I can tell you yours after!” He offers you a genuine smile, but something about it was questionable. 
Then again hearts games always made you super on edge. Better to be safe than sorry, right? 
“Sure.” You nod, before you turn yourself around and pull your hair forwards away from your neck. There was a fifty percent chance he would lie and a fifty percent chance he’d tell the truth. 
“You are a heart.” He answers, from behind you. 
A heart. Figures. 
“Thanks..” You turn to face him, looking up at him timidly. 
“Alright, let’s see yours.” 
Little did you know, across the room Chishyia was watching you like a hawk. As he stood besides Ippi who asked him a million questions about the game and what was going to happen, he had simply tuned him out and put his entire focus on you. 
Out of all the players you had to go for a man and one of the prettiest one’s there. He probably came onto you because you were breath taking. Chishiya wasn’t insecure in your relationship nor did he ever doubt you. However, he was extremally possessive. 
His cat eyes studied you and Matshushita quietly as the two of you engaged in a conversation that was too distant for him to make out. However, by judging on your open body language and relaxed facial expression, Chishyia could assume that this man was completely buttering you up in attempts to gain your trust. 
Chishiya has been with you for two years before the two of you had entered the borderlands. He knew you like the back of his hand and he knew as much as you tried, you always got fooled when it came to hearts games. 
They were never your strongest suit. As much as you tried, you were naïve and trustworthy. Chishiya was starting to think that pretending to be strangers wasn’t a good idea. 
His eyebrows rise as he watches Matshushita take your hand. He could feel his heart skip a beat, was it panic? Jealousy? Where was he taking you? There was no way that this man’s intentions were good. 
Your giddy laugh echoed down off the bricked walls of the prison as you follow Matshushita down the stairs to the cafeteria below. As much as you missed Chishiya you were relieved you had found someone that was trustworthy. 
“Y/n.” 
You gasp from a sharp tug on your free arm, pulling you back and away from Matshushita, who looked back at you with a questionable expression. 
“What the-” 
You turn to look up at Chishiya with big eyes, shocked he had used your first name in front of another player. His hand was wrapped tightly around your forearm as he looked down at you with his typical stoic expression. 
“Y/n, was it?” He asked you, his voice casual. 
“Yes...??” You reply, although it came out more like a question. 
What was he doing? Was he backing out of the plan? 
“I need you to tell me my suit.” He says, his eyes dart over to Matshushita who was still baffled. His eyes grew wide from behind his dark long hair. 
“Do you know him, y/n?” He asks you, his eyes on Chishiya. 
“Nope.” You lie, earning  yourself the slightest nod from your boyfriend. “I’ll be right back...you go on without me, I’ll meet you there later.” 
Matshushita nods quietly in response, as he watches Chishiya lead you back up the stairwell and down the long corridor where the solitary confinement cells were located.
“What are you doing!?” You yell at him in a hushed whisper, as he practically drags you down the vacant corridor. “Now Matshushita will know something is going on between us!” 
“I don’t care.” Chishiya responds, he pulls open a door to one of the solitary confinement cells and pulls you in with him. 
You give him  a puzzled look as he closes the cell door behind him. He pulls down his hood and walks over to you quietly, taking your hands in his. 
“Don’t be fooled by his kindness, y/n. It’s an act.” He says, his cat eyes bore intently into yours, to your surprise they looked down at you with a gentle and soft expression. 
“I figured.” You reply, as you absentmindedly rub the soft skin on his hand with your thumb gently. 
“No.” Chishyia replies, his voice curt. “You were too comfortable with him, you instantly let your guard down. I saw you.” 
You sigh, “Of course you did.” 
“I’m trying to protect you.” 
“Hey, this whole thing was your idea!” You exclaim, pulling your hands out from his to pinch the bridge of your nose out of frustration. “I bet you, if you look at my suit, it will say a heart!” 
“It does.” Chishyia agrees.
“HA! See!? I can trust him! He wasn’t lying! See? I was being careful.” Your face brightens in one of your cute smiles, that always made Chishiya’s heart melt. 
“Of course he wasn’t lying, the game has just started love.” Chishiya states softly, he runs a hand up your arm slowly and takes another step closer to you that makes you back up against the wall. 
You shudder from the cold bricked wall of the cell against your bare back, making you instantly regret wearing a tank top.
 Although it really was a hit or a miss on what you wore, every game was different. Some game venue’s were freezing but you would get hot because it would be a spade game. While other venue’s would be hot and no matter what you did you couldn’t cool off. 
“Players are going to work at gaining the trust of others for the first few rounds of the game, so that they will have an ally that they can betray.” Chishiya explains, his warm breath fan’s your face as he spoke. it smelled fresh like peppermints but sweet at the same time like cookies. 
“Oh...” You sigh, looking down quietly now feeling absolutely defeated. How could you be so foolish?
“Don’t you see my love? This is how heart games work.” 
Chishiya cups your face in his hands as he hushes you gently once you start to cry, your sobs echoed off the cell walls and Chishiya didn’t want any attention being drawn to the two of you.
“I won’t let anything happen to you, y/n. I promise, we will clear this game together.” He whispers, before he presses his lips to the corner of your mouth gently. 
The tip of his nose tickles your soft skin as he nuzzles it gently against your cheek. This makes you giggle and wrap your arms around his shoulders. 
“We can speak to each other...I realized that not speaking at all could be more mentally damaging for you...we will need all the support we can get, and we should take the trust of our relationship to our advantage. We won’t betray each other.” Chishiya adds, his thumbs brush away the wet tears from your cheeks gently. 
You shake your head. “I’d never betray you.” 
“I know, princess.” Chishiya whispers, as he inches his face closer to yours.
He watches you as your eyes flutter to a close. He wastes no time and melts his lips against yours in a warm and tender kiss. You sigh against his lips as you allow your fingers to get lost in Chishiya’s hair. 
He doesn’t stop you as he feels your slender fingers tangle and play with his long white strands, the feeling secretly brought comfort to him. The feel of your gentle touch was something that Chishiya always craved. 
Chishyia hushes you in the kiss once you gasp in response to him pressing himself up against you. You oblige and hold onto his shoulders as your lips move in perfect sync with his. 
Chishyia smirks and you giggle every time the two of you bump noses. The time the two of you had together was limited but it was enough to assure the both of you that you were walking out of this game alive. 
That’s all folks! Thank you for reading!! I hope you all enjoyed!
@proseinborderland @tifacloudswife @saby-chan​ - Who wanted to be tagged and have given me lots of support!! Thanks, guys! 🥰
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girlybelle · 1 year
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ANGELS — 𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐈𝐍 𝐀. ⋅ fem reader
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❧summary: waking up with armin is your daily slice of paradise. (this is a repost from my old account <3)
❧warnings: tooth-rotting fluff <3.
❧word c.: 886
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the sun rose a while ago.
it was costumary for you to wake up earlier some mornings, not only to admire armin's beauty and peacefulness just a bit longer; but also for him not to wake up alone, for him to wake up to you so patiently, happily waiting for him, or sometimes for you to even softly wake him up yourself.
and god did you love to do it — wake armin up was one of your favourite things to do in the world. to be the one to wake up next to him... trail your nails through his scalp, watch him utter tiny smiles in his slumber, probably a result of dreaming; you often wondered what did your pretty boy dreamed about. and as the morning light shone upon the crown of his head, lightening his golden hair like a halo, you smiled at the idea of angels, thinking it was only fit for a pure golden soul like him to dream of his own kind.
“baby...?” you whispered lowly, carefully “wakey wakey, sweetness.” you softly poked his cute plump cheek as you kissed the top of his head, his other cheek pressed against you chest.
you always woke him up slowly; gentle touches and light kisses, wanting to bring him up from dreamland calmly and for him to emerge from slumber comfortably – not startling at the sound of an annoying alarm and rising already stressed with a sense of urgency. it always gave you peace of mind, to drain armin's anxiety and little stresses in small ways like these; ensuring he rose from bed feeling secure and loved, and you believed it was very good for his own mind. phisical affection and words of affirmation were your mutual love languages so none of you ever failed to make the other feel safe and comforted, specially armin – your gentle reassurances and affection did wonders to his mental health.
you raked your nails through his back this time, and smiled fondly when you felt a shiver in his body and a sigh leave his lips. “honey? you with me?” you asked, whispering and not expecting a reply. instead resuming back to rubbing his back with your nails and caressing his hair and cheeks, both actions eliciting a hum and more pleased shivers from armin, who pressed his cheek more against you.
you brought the hand on his back up to cup his cheek, the one on his head still massaging his scalp. and then you proceeded to pepper sweet light kisses to his cheeks, forehead, eyelids, his red little nose and the corner of his mouth. armin uttered the tiniest of smiles. he was slowly starting to wake up, which made you smile wider. “i love you, baby boy...” his tiny smile grew a bit, “i love you so much it hurts.” you said ever so lovingly, knowing now he was hearing.
armin tried opening his eyes before closing them with a squint due to the brightness of the daylight. you absolutely marveled in the fact that armin looked like a newborn when waking up in certain mornings — one of the infinite things you loved about your boyfriend.
he kept the smile on when you kissed the spot between his eyebrows amidst soft giggles. “i love you more...” he managed to say slowly in his adorable morning voice. oh, his morning voice... you could go on about how perfect it was forever. it was raspy, whiny and breathy; melodic like an angel's, like he was.
“hi.” he greeted sweetly, bashfully; still wearing his sweet smile, unaware of your heart clenching in overwhelming love with him.
“hello there, sleepyhead.” you said. slowly he sat up, you followed while unconsciously squeezing armin's slumped form more to yourself – which soothed him greatly. “did you have a good sleep?”
his head found home in the crook of your neck, arms around your waist as you patiently awaited the sleepness to leave his organism, never ceasing your gentle caresses on his hair and body. armin melted in your embrace, your constant love and affection were always a balm to his anxiety and insecurities. the both of you now sat across one another in the middle of the bed surrounded in blankets and love – as two little angels tucked in their own fluffy cloud.
“yeah... very good. waking up's even better, though.” he said with that sweet, perfect signature smile of his.
“yeah?” kissing him slowly and lovingly, you felt him needily melt into your lips before parting. your foreheads now touching.
“yeah... ‘missed you so much yesterday... ‘m sorry i was already passed out when you came—” you cut him off with another kiss, which he returned gladly. god, he constantly wondered what good he did to ever deserve someone as perfect as you.
“don't be sorry. i was so happy to find you all snuggled and shrunken up in the bed, lovie. ‘had the time of my life spooning you after bundling us up in the covers.” you said as you cupped his cheeks and nuzzled his face smiling, kissing away the little tears gathered at the corner of his eyes and placing more small loving kisses in his lips before getting up.
armin was sitting at the edge of the bed still rubbing the remnants of tears and sleep from his eyes when you grabbed his face once more and fixed his adorable bedhead, straightening the ruffled strands back into place softly. you placed a last, long kiss in his forehead as his eyes closed in delight the whole time, the grateful smile never leaving his lips. “you're the best girl in the whole world, y'know that?” he slurred dreamily as you giggled and the two of you locked eyes, forehead to forehead again.
“pancakes?”
“pancakes.” he confirmed.
mornings with armin are an absolute different kind of slice of heaven, it truly was your very own little happy place.
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spctrsgf · 5 months
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Hi! I had this idea if you would like to write. So reader and Steven go out in nature and make crowns from flowers. Reader is confident in their work, while Steven keeps saying that he doesn't know how to do it, and that it won't be good. They agree to give eachother theirs and reader is like surprised that he made it so good and starts talking about it, and then looks at Steven, who put the crown on, and is speechless how beautiful he is.
crown of daisies
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word count: 1kish
warnings: language, teeth rotting fluff
a/n: anon, i am SO sorry that this took me literal months to finish, but i have been so demotivated i feel so bad :((( anyways here it is !!!
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“I’m just going to make a bloody fool of myself. I don’t even know how to do it!” Steven protests, squeezing your shoulders from where his hands were placed. Your head tilts to study the way his eyebrows slip up, defaulting in worry. 
“Steven, it’s fine. I’ll teach you!” Your hands trek up his chest and come to rest on his cheeks. “But that’s embarrassing.” He whines. Always so adamant. You step closer, directing his head downwards to place a kiss in between his furrowed eyebrows.
“It’s not embarrassing.”
“It is.”
“It’s not,” you lament the word with another kiss, this one to his nose. You love the way it crinkles when you do that. “It’s cute.”
His eyes catch on your smiling lips. “Is it?”
“It is. It really is.”
“You promise you won’t make fun of me?”
“I would never.”
He huffs, pushing your hands— that were now trying to curl around his neck— away. “Bullshit.”
“Aw, Stevie, don’t be that way—”
“I’m going home.” He turns and walks away, leaving you and your picnic in the dust. 
You smile wickedly, knowing this adamance would last not two minutes before he came back. Instead of standing and waiting, you bend down and start picking daisies off of the ground. He was just gonna make a fuss about picking these up anyway. It wasn’t hard to stock up; they were quite literally everywhere.
True to your assumption, the Brit grumbles and mumbles back to you right on time, plopping himself unceremoniously onto the blanket. You squeeze his shoulder absentmindedly as you slide by him, picking at a particularly rich patch of grass. He trails your movements with a keen sort of gaze, steady enough that you too could feel it rest on your spine.
All the flowers have been plucked not long after, and you turn to smile brightly at Steven with them gathered in your hands. You hurry back over, fueled by the perpetual push of childish excitement. Steven tilts his head in amusement at the sight, a smile touching the edges of his lips. It’s silly, and you’re both probably a sight for sore eyes, but neither of you could find a care in the world to fix it. 
“Okay,” you breath out between heaves of your chest, plopping yourself across from your boyfriend, snagging a bite of the food you’d brought. “Ready?” He swallows, nodding. Something about the way you look at him, hopeful and excited and yet so incredibly understanding of his reservations tells him that this couldn’t be all that bad. 
“You wanna swap crowns when we’re done?” 
He bites down a smile. Adorable. “Sure.”
“Perfect! Okay, it’s relatively easy. Here, get two flowers…” 
And he learns. He only watches your deft fingers at first, enthralled by the way you laughed when the stem broke, the way you cheered when it didn’t. You notice after a while that he’s made no progress on his own flower crown, so you scoot yourself over to his side and guide his hands through the motions. Once he’s caught on, you leave him be, going back to your spot to work on your own crown. 
After you deem your crown big enough to fit on your head– and finally get the last knot to do the right thing, which took several minutes in itself– you bring the craft to hide behind your back. You gaze over at Steven, curious to see how his crown is going.
But he's already leaning over you, gingerly placing his crown on top of your head. Your eyes follow his movements, smiling mindlessly. He sits back, raking his eyes over his work nervously. Before he can get a word out, you're clambering over to him to place your own atop his mess of curls.
His hands fly up to pat the crown as soon as you lean far away enough for him to, obscuring your view. “Tell me if yours looks okay.” He tilts his head towards your phone, to which you oblige, opening up the camera app. 
And your jaw drops.
For someone who was as nervous and apprehensive as he was, you're blown away. Even for someone with experience, you'd still be blown away. You run your fingers along the flowers, amazed at how he managed to tie them without breaking several stems. 
“Steven, oh my gods,” you say without looking up, still admiring the crown. “It's amazing. How'd you even do this so well?” He snorts, and you can see him shift out of the corner of your eye. “I just did what you told me to do.”
“Yeah, but– what the fuck??? It’s literally perfect. I can't even do that.”
“I think yours is absolutely stunning, love.”
“Nah, I think it could've been better if the stems didn't break.” Your head tilts back up to him in order to let you glare. 
But you don't even get a chance to frown. You couldn't possibly frown. Not when he looked like that. 
The crown, still on his head, seemed to be systematically placed so that all the flowers peeked out at you from behind rich brown curls. His eyes, a hypnotizing swirl of milk and dark chocolate, peer at you in his trademark gaze. It makes your head swim.
Steven leans forward as his head tilts to the side, gently bringing his hand to the bottom of your chin, closing your mouth. He sits back down, smiling bright at your glare. “Didn't want you to catch any flies in there. That would be unsanitary.” You chuckle drily. “So considerate.”
“Just looking out for you.”
You snort. “Sure. That wasn't to be cheeky.”
“Not at all.”
“Whatever.”
“You love me.” He nudges your leg with his shoe.
You roll your eyes, knowing he knew the answer.
Of course you do.
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x-bluefire-heart-x · 6 months
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First Date
So here is chapter two of Dating App. I hope you all enjoy it! Also feel free to let me know if there is anything you like to see in this series, it's a little less planned then my other ones. There will probably be little time skips and stuff.
Warnings: None. Just my attempt at cuteness, flirtation remarks.
Masterlist
Prompt List
Chapter One
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
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Olivia couldn’t believe her eyes when she walked into Rafael’s office just after lunch, intending to update him on the case and ask for another search warrant. He was smiling, and…humming? Her look of shock slowly changed into a self-satisfied smirk, and her intention for that visit changed. Of course she would still ask for the warrant but teasing her friend was a little more important at the moment.
“Humming Rafael?” she asked shutting the door. “Something good happen already?” Rafael didn’t even bother to hide his happiness, Liv had already witnessed it. He did however sigh, deeply, already knowing what was to come from his friend.
“I may be going on a date tonight,” he nodded, trying to supress the glee in his voice but knowing that he failed when Liv smiled with the excitement of a teenager. He rolled his eyes as she took a seat across his desk.
“Well? Who, where when?” she gushed. “Rafi I need and want all the details.”
“Really Liv?” he asked already tired.
“Yes, I am invested,” she nodded. “I’m the one who made your profile.” Rafael lasted about five seconds before his excitement to tell his friend about the conversation he had last night won out.
“She’s a librarian, we’re meeting at Sunset at 7:30,” he started, pulling out his phone to show Liv your profile and the conversation.
You had sent him an adorable good morning message at around 9, when he was already in the office elbow deep in case files, telling him that you were looking forward to meeting him tonight. It had been, well, nice wasn’t the word for it. Having someone message him just to tell him good morning was something he didn’t think he would have and it made him unbelievably happy. He had sent back a response, teasing you that you had only just woken up before agreeing that he couldn’t wait for tonight either. Just before Liv had entered his office you had sent another quick message, it was a photo of you walking through the park in a coat with a scarf and beanie, your nose a little red. It was accompanied by a tease that this weather was perfect for a stroll. He may have saved that photo. It was adorable, and that had been why he was humming. Liv was scrolling through the conversation her smile growing before she switched to look at your profile, noting the age and sending Rafael a raised eyebrow.
“She’s very pretty Rafi and she seems like a lovely woman. And it looks like there are a few common interests which is good,” she nodded handing the phone back. “Conversation seemed to flow with plenty of banter which you definitely need. And she teases you. I already know I am going to like her. Plus you were humming, that if nothing else is an excellent sign.”
Rafael smiled softly, looking down at his phone feeling oddly shy. Olivia’s teasing look softened at the reaction. A part of him a little worried what would happen if this went good and the two of you met.
“You don’t think the age gap is too much?” he asked.
“Not at all, she’s 30, with a stable job,” Olivia assured him patting his arm. “I’ll want to know how the dinner tonight goes by the way. I’ll make sure nothing disrupts it. Now, the actual reason I came to annoy you.”
Rafael put away his phone, just knowing that the rest of his day was going to create more paperwork.
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You stood in-front of the mirror staring at the fourth outfit you have tried on. You pouted, shifting to look at yourself from all angles. You shook your head, quickly removing the clothes and going to stare back at your wardrobe. You wanted to look nice, but not overly dressed up. You had stalked the Sunset’s Instagram account to get a feel for how people dressed there. It seemed like comfy fancy? If that was a thing.
You quickly checked the time, letting out a sigh of relief when you saw that you had plenty of time. You rifled through your dresses, finally settling on one when you checked how it fit in the mirror. It nicely showed your curves without clinging, the colour suiting your skin tone perfectly. You decided to pair it with a pair of your long boots with a small heel. You nodded happy with the look, as you fished out a coat and a scarf to finish the look before focusing on your makeup and hair. You decided on subtle make up, some light blush along the apples of your cheeks, a light brown for eyeshadow paired with a bit of black eyeliner to make the colours of your eyes really pop. You used a little lip balm to coat your lips. You left your hair down, allowing it to flow down your back in loose waves and curls, you pinned the sides up with a few wisps to frame your face. You nodded at your reflection as you looked yourself over once more, happy with your appearance. You grabbed your coat, scarf and purse before leaving, checking the time on your phone noting that you were still fine.
The trip to the Sunset was thankfully painless for New York traffic, getting you there about five minutes before the booking Rafael said he had made. Sitting in your car for a few minutes you took a few calming breathes, you were starting to feel nervous, it was like butterflies had woken up and decided to party. Your phone buzzed causing you to glance at it, you felt your stomach drop worrying for a moment that Rafael was cancelling on you.
“I’m here, waiting at our table, just ask for the booking under Rafael, I also hope it is alright that I ordered some wine,’ You grinned looking up towards the restaurant, he must have walked past you.
‘Just parking, will be there in a moment,’ you checked your reflection in the rearview mirror making sure nothing was out of place before getting out and heading to the restaurant.
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‘Just parking, will be there in a moment,’ Rafael looked up from his phone as the server set down the two glasses of wine. He smiled his thanks, wiping his hands on the leg of his pants the nerves in his stomach building.
He fiddled with the silverware on the table before movement at the entrance caught his attention. His breathe caught as he took in the sight that filled his eyes. You walked behind the hostess, eyes down at your feet your teeth nibbling on your lower lip. You were breath taking. As the hostess neared the table Rafael found himself standing up, the noise causing you to finally lift your eyes. He noticed you pause for a half step, eyes taking him in before your lips slowly pulled back into a soft smile, cheeks flushing under the blush you wore.
“Here you are, a server will be with you soon to take your order,” the hostess smiled once before leaving the two of you alone.
“Hi,” you smiled at Rafael.
“Hi,” he said back taking a step forward. “Let me help you with your coat.”
“Well, you didn’t mention you were a gentleman Rafael,” you teased, a flutter in your chest as Rafael’s gentle smile changed, becoming a little cheeky as he moved behind you and helped remove your coat.
“I had to leave some things to be a surprise,” Rafael whispered, his breathe caused a light shiver to run through you. He had felt a similar reaction when you had spoken his name, it sounded just as lovely as he had imagined it would be.
“Well, mission accomplished,” you whispered back looking over your shoulder briefly at him.
The photos on his page really did not do him justice, he was unbelievably handsome. He wore a pair of black jeans with a button up, the top few buttons undone to relax the look, you never thought jeans could look that good but well, you were mistaken. Rafael smiled as he pulled your chair out for you, folding your coat and scarf over the back, you almost swooned at the action as you took a seat. No-one had ever pulled your chair out for you or helped you with your coat.
“Thank you for ordering the wine,” you added noting the glasses on the table as you fiddled with one of the rings on your fingers as you tried not to stare at Rafael taking his seat across from you, his shirt displaying the strength in his arms. Honestly, physically he was your exact type.
“Of course,” Rafael smiled, holding his glass up towards you. “I hope it is one you like.” You picked up your glass, lightly clinking it with Rafael’s smiling sweetly at him before taking a small sip, letting the wine sit on your tongue before swallowing.
“It’s delicious,” you grinned sitting it down again. “And I think it would go lovely with pasta.”
“Hm, well the Sunset does have a few pasta dishes on their menu,” Rafael suggested. “Were we toasting anything in particular?”
You had opened up the menu having been excited when Rafael informed you about the pasta dishes. You loved pasta, the thought of it making your mouth water, you saw that they had Carbonara dish and instantly knew that is what you would get, maybe with a side of their garlic bread. You glanced up at him a thrill going through you to see that he had been looking at you rather than the menu in-front of him. You met his eyes, the intensity of them causing that thrill to become a shock as you quickly broke eye contact to look back at the menu.
“Oh, um, I guess to first dates?” you asked hesitantly worrying for a moment that that might be a little childish.  
“Cute,” Rafael grinned before you could open your mouth, you just knew if he hadn’t spoken you would have ended up rambling in an attempt to fix it.
You looked up at him, his chin resting on one of his hands as he looked at you. His green eyes bright with the light from the restaurant, a soft look in them that made you realise he was not teasing or mocking you. He seemed to be genuine with his statement. His grin had softened when you looked up at him, the look causing you to become a little shy but you refused to break eye contact. You tilted your head to the side slightly and smiled, a little shy around the edges as you put the menu down fingers tangling together as you twisted them.
“The pasta sounds good,” you tried to hide the slight tremor in your voice. “Would you like to share a side of garlic bread?”
Rafael felt himself melt, you were just adorable. You seemed to be able to hold your own when he teased you but apparently take the teasing tone away and simply state what he thought and maintain eye contact had you all flustered. It was a sight he wanted to see more of. He looked down to your hands, and blinked for a moment before lifting his head away from his hand. He decided to leave it for the moment not wanting you to spend the entire night flustered.
“The garlic bread here is fantastic, would be a crime to refuse to share a side of it,” Rafael smiled. “Do you know which pasta you would like?”
“I find you can never go wrong with a carbonara, and it would go fantastic with this wine,” you smiled bouncing back from the moment earlier, Rafael had to bite his tongue to refrain from commenting on it. Yet another thing he could mark that made you adorable, and something you both shared. A love of food. “I take it since you haven’t even opened your menu you already know what you will be getting?”
“I may, when I was here last there were two dishes I was having trouble deciding between. I figured I would use this opportunity to try the other one,” he answered.
“Ah, smart man,” you giggled reaching out to take another sip of wine.
“I try,” Rafael smirked.
The two of you were interrupted by the server coming over to take your order. Rafael ordered a steak with salad and chips as well as the garlic bread, he glanced at you with a raised eyebrow and motioned towards himself. You nodded, although a little confused before he ordered your carbonara dish, you smiled at the server as they left thanking them. You studied Rafael carefully for a moment, you had had people order for you in the past and hadn’t liked it, mainly because they hadn’t checked to see what you wanted before doing so but this man had asked what you wanted and had in a way asked if it was okay to order for you. It was odd. You kinda liked it? Before the silence could get awkward you decided to start the traditional part of any first date.
“So, I have been dying to know what you do for work,” you started leaning forward. “I have narrowed it down to two fields, journalism or some kind of law enforcement.”
“Why those two fields?” Rafael asked curious about your reasoning.
“Well, the way you phrased some of your messages and the people I have met in those fields always find basics questions to be important,” you pointed out. “So, was I close?”
“Yes actually. I’m an ADA, I work specifically for the Special Victims Unit of Manhattan,” he answered.
“Ah, that would definitely explain the long hours,” you said, smiling proud of yourself. “That must be difficult work, but rewarding in its own way.”
“It is definitely difficult and confronting at times but I love my job,” Rafael agreed. “Being able to help survivors is worth the long hours that come with the job.” Rafael took a sip of his wine. “The people I work with are also another rewarding part of the job but also difficult.”
“Oh, the detectives?” you asked. “You’re close?”
“We’re all rather close yes, the amount of time we spend together it would be surprising if we weren’t,” Rafael’s smile was a little ruefully. “Though I am closest to the Sergeant, she’s actually the one who got me to use the dating app.”
“Friends, always meddling,” you giggled. “My friends got me to download the app as well, after a night of cocktails though I hadn’t actually used it till yesterday.”   
“Really?” Rafael was a little surprised.
“Yeah, I guess I forgot about it,”  you nodded. “It was quiet yesterday so I was fiddling with my phone and came across it.”
“Well, I must say I am thankful for quiet days in the library,” Rafael grinned, he added a slight teasing tone to his voice, causing you to smile with flushed cheeks.
“Normally I wouldn’t agree but yes, in this instance, thank god for quiet libraries,” you said. “And I am thankful for meddling friends.”
“Hm, yes Liv is rather gleeful,” Rafael grumbled taking a sip of wine. You smothered your smile behind your own glass, you thought it was cute how he grumbled about his friend but the smile ruined it. “Do you enjoy working in the library?”
“Definitely,” you nodded putting your glass down. “I love books and I enjoy being able to help others find a love for them as well, especially children. Books are so important to a child’s growth, not just for the communication ability one gets from reading but to help their imagination grow. A persons imagination can lead to astounding things, without Da Vinci’s imagination we wouldn’t have all the gorgeous artworks, without Tolkien or Mary Shelley we wouldn’t have some of the most amazing worlds and pieces of literature. Mary Shelley is the mother of Sci-fi and Tolkien, well, without Tolkien others works wouldn’t have been influenced and – and I’m rambling.”
You felt your face heat as you looked down, twisting your ring. You always did this, going on a tangent when you got onto the topic of books and why they are important, a few people had commented rather negatively on it before. You were worried that you had over done it again.  A hand covered yours stopping your fiddling. His hand squeezed yours gently.
“I was rather enjoying listening,” Rafael said softly, squeezing your hand again. “Your eyes lit up, please continue, if you want of course.”  
“Oh, it’s okay,” you smiled hoping it was convincing. Rafael tilted his head for a second before he smiled and removed his hand, you missed the warmth from it right away.
“Maybe later?” he asked, you nodded smile a little less forced at his easy nature.
“So, an ADA,” you started trying to move forward. “Was that always the job you wanted?”
“In a way, I was always a talker even as a kid,” Rafael answered. “It got me into trouble as much as it got me out of it. I grew up in the Bronx, and earned myself a scholarship to Harvard law school. At that stage I wasn’t sure what direction I wanted to go but eventually settled on Prosecutor after a summer internship.”
“So, you got into a bit of mischief then?” you asked lips quirking up.
“Just a little and it was harmless,” he responded. “Mostly.”
“Well, I might have to hear some of these mostly harmless tales one day,” you said without thinking what that might imply.
“Maybe one day I will share,” Rafael easily agreed, quietly happy even if you didn’t entirely realise what you implied. Your smile brightened at his response, which caused Rafael’s to soften and grow from the small upturn of his lips. “Did you always want to be a librarian?”
Before you could respond the server arrived with your meals, he placed them down in-front of you both with the garlic bread in the middle. He asked if he could get you a refill of your wine, as the two of you had nearly finished your glasses during your conversations while waiting for your meals to arrive, you were astonished to see how much time had passed. Rafael asked for a scotch instead causing you to raise your eyebrow teasingly. You chose to have another glass of the wine, knowing that it will pair well with the carbonara. Once your new drinks had been brought over along with some more water at your request, Rafael looked at you curious. You were confused for a moment before you remembered that he had asked you a question.
“Oh, well, not really funnily enough,” you answered. “I was working on my masters in Anthropology, I was planning on specialising in forensics but I changed it to focusing more generally on cultural changes in societies that was linked to literature. Once I completed that I spent a lot of time overseas mostly in England. I was helping with organising exchanges of some special works from Oxford, Cambridge, and the British Library to other libraries around the world, similarly to how the museums spare exhibitions. I got to know one of the librarians in London rather well and I helped with story time and setting up displays for ether specific authors or genes and just helping kids. And it just clicked that I wanted to do that. So, when I came back here, I looked at what I needed to become a librarian, completed the necessary masters and everything else.”
“So, you have two masters then?” Rafael asked. “That’s incredibly impressive.”
“Thank you,” you smiled bashfully. “My parents think it was a little foolish but I enjoy my work so.” You shrugged lightly, not really wanting to get in to that particular issue especially on a first date. “And on another note. Scotch.”
“Ah yes,” Rafael laughed. “I do believe you were going to correct me regarding a connection between my favourite drink and my suits.”
“Yes I was,” you grinned, picking up your fork to taste some of your dish. Your eyes widened as an involuntary moan left your lips, Rafael paused with a mouthful of steak on his fork at the noise. His felt a very different flare of emotion then what he had been feeling all night, and a heat started building. “Oh my god this is so good!” You looked at Rafael to see him staring at you with a burning in his eyes. “What?”
“Nothing at all,” Rafael muttered trying to stifle the heat. “Do you like it?”
“Definitely!” you smiled widely still ignorant of how your reaction had affected Rafael. “You?” Rafael looked down at the mouthful still waiting on his fork, quickly eating it to distract himself and so he could give you an accurate answer.
“It’s good, cooked exactly how I like it,” Rafael nodded. “So, please Miss Librarian, inform me.”
“Well, Mr Lawyer, scotch is usually seen in movies and shows being drunk by rich man in suits,” you started. “This creates an idea that scotch is a rich, fancy suits kind of drink. And whether they like it or not people that fit that description or those who want people to think they are like the people seen in movies and shows will drink it. Fancy suits, scotch.”
“I stand corrected,” he grinned. “Was that your opinion as an anthropologist?”
“A little bit maybe,” you nodded. “So, do you actually like scotch?”
“I do actually,” Rafael raised his glass taking a sip. “There can be different tastes depending on the barrels they use. I rather enjoy the ones that are meant to have a 100 flavours hidden in it. This one has hints of berries, it’s rather nice.”
“Berries?” you asked raising an eyebrow looking at the amber liquid. Rafael saw your curiosity and decided to take a risk, a rather small risk true but a risk none the less.
“Would you like to try it?” he asked. You looked up at him eyes a little wide before they seemed to soften greatly.
“Yes, please,” you grinned, reaching across to take the glass he had offered to take a small sip of it.
“Let it sit on your tongue for a moment before you swallow,” he suggested. “Allows you to fully taste it.”
You did as he instructed, allowing it sit on your tongue before you swallowed and just as he said you got a hint of berries in the aftertaste as a pleasant heat followed the scotch down. You passed the glass back licking your lips a little as you did.
“That was nice, the berry taste is pleasant,” you said.
“Good, I’m glad you enjoyed it,” Rafael grinned, as he tucked into his meal.
You happily did the same allowing the conversation to lull and become about how the day was for the both of you. You normally found the small talk type of conversation to be awkward and feel forced but with Rafael it felt comfortable, you felt comfortable around him. He put you at ease, focusing his attention only on you and it was intense. You hoped he had was having a similar experience, you found yourself not wanting the night to end as the evening moved along.  The server coming with dessert menus and asking if either of you wanted another drink. You declined another drink still having some of your wine left and knowing that a cocktail would push you over the legal limit, Rafael ordered another scotch.
“Would you like to share a dessert?” you asked looking over the options but not feeling like you could eat one of them on your own and you were hoping that he would be interested.
“What would you like to get?” Rafael asked looking over the options as well. “You can pick, since I chose the wine.”
“You sure? What if I pick something horrible?” you teased. “You’re giving me a lot of power here Rafael.”
“Well, I was going to say that I trust in your judgement and taste but now I am a little worried,” he chuckled. “Perhaps I should take that power back.”
“Nope, too late sorry you already gave me that power,” you wagged your finger at him. “I was thinking of maybe trying the crème brulee.”
“Delicious, seems I was not wrong to grant you that power then,” he smirked. You giggled shaking you head as the server came over.
“Have you decided on dessert?”
“Yes, please, we would like a crème brulee, please,” you smiled up at the server, all happy and giddy from the night. “With two spoons, please.”
“Of course, that will be out shortly,” he nodded writing down your order and heading off.
The conversation between you and Rafael continued to flow pleasantly. You spent a lot of the evening flushed beneath your blush from the attention that Rafael gave you, his eyes always intent and focused on you when you spoke, never once seeming to grow bored of listening to you. Whenever Rafael spoke you found yourself ensnared, he had a way with words that grabbed you and his eyes were so emotive. There was no question that you wanted to see him again, and unless you were misreading all the signs you doubted Rafael would be opposed to it.
Rafael insisted on paying the bill when it arrived, refusing to allow you to even split it. You bit your lip when his tone changed from teasing to serious and, almost commanding, it stirred something in you. You relented and thanked him, telling yourself that you would insist on paying next time. The thought making you giddy. As he helped you into your coat his fingers lightly traced the side of your neck and his hands trailed down your arms before he stepped aside and allowed you leave first. You had shivered at his contact and you swore you could feel a ghost touch trailing down your neck and your arms. The two of you paused outside the restaurant stepping to the side to ensure you weren’t in the way of others, you stood close together.
“I had a lovely night, Rafael,” you said your smile small and soft to match your voice as you looked up at him.
“As did I,” Rafael smiled, his hand in a pocket of his jacket. “I hope I am not being too forward but I would like to do this again, soon actually.”
“I would like that as well, maybe we could go for a walk through the park and grab a hot drink afterwards?” you suggested biting your lip.
“I think I can manage something like that for you,” Rafael grinned taking a little step closer as he pulled out his phone. “I was hoping you might give me your number? If you want of course, we can continue talking over the dating app.”
“Rafael, of course you can have my number, and here, you can put your number in my phone as well,” you smiled stopping him from rambling as you took his phone and handed him yours. “And how gracious of you, to manage the ordeal of a walk.”  Rafael grinned crookedly as he took his phone back, looking down he couldn’t stop the huff of a laugh that left him seeing that you had put your contact name as ‘Miss Librarian’.
“Perhaps we could do that walk tomorrow around 12?” he asked, seeing you fiddle with your phone for a moment before putting it away.
“That works perfectly,” you smiled, rocking back and forth on your heels. “I um, parked over there.” You pointed towards the car park across the road.
“I’ll walk you to your car,” Rafael offered holding out his arm for you take if you wanted. Again with the actions that are swoon worthy. You eagerly took his offer placing your hand in the crook of his elbow.
“Again with being such a gentleman, Rafael,” you smiled placing your other hand on his arm taking the opportunity to be as close as you could.
Rafael almost preened when you accepted his offer, revelling in how close you got to him as the two of you made your way across the road. The scent of your perfume and just you surrounded Rafael, he was overjoyed that you wanted to see him again. That he had read the signs right during the night.
“This is me,” you said as you pulled the two of you to a stop beside your car slowly removing your hands from his arm. “I know I already said this but I really had a good time tonight with you Rafael and I am looking forward to tomorrow.”
“I truly did as well,” he agreed, reaching out to grasp your hand. He squeezed it lightly before raising it to place a kiss on your knuckles. You lips parted with a soft sigh as you met his burning green eyes, the heat in them had your heart pounding as a slow heat spread throughout your body. “Message me when you get home safe, will you?”
“Of course,” you whispered as he let go of your hand and stepping away. “How are you getting home?”
“I’ll order an uber,” he smiled, holding your door open as you unlocked it. “Good night, Miss Librarian.”
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berryhobii · 5 months
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loveeeee how u are feeding us with constantly uploading fics😍!!
can u do namjoon or jimin with thick blk fem reader and they're ass guys or something idk
Thanks for your request! I had a lot of fun writing this one. Hope you enjoy!🩵🩵🩵
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If asked to pick his favorite parts of you, Jimin had a few answers.
Obviously everything since you were his perfect baby love honey pie.
If asked to choose specifics, well your eyes of course. And your nose. And your smile just made his heart race. Your ears were adorable too. Your hands fit perfectly in his. How could he forget your cute hands too?
Yeah, Jimin loved everything about you.
“Jimin, get off my legs. They’re falling asleep.”
“Mhmm? Let them….”
“Jimin!”
You and Jimin were currently lounging on your bed. The sheets had been freshly changed, both of you freshly showered, and with the weather becoming colder outside, it was the prime time for snuggles.
Only, Jimin was doing the majority of the snuggling.
You were laid out your belly, trying to complete another day in Good Pizza Great Pizza. Only to get frustrated because these dumb customers kept giving you riddles! How were you supposed to know they only wanted bell peppers on half the pizza!? That’s not what their cryptic way of explaining implied.
You loved spending these moments with your lover. Feeling him close and helping him relax after his long days filled your heart with content. Caring for him and knowing he came to you to alleviate all of his stress was comforting.
But it was hard to be comforting when you were so uncomfortable.
Jimin’s head was laid right on your ass, his body taking place between your slightly spread legs. Both of his hands occasionally squeezed at your cheeks, a light smack or two scattered between those.
He was incredibly close to falling asleep and would have been if you hadn’t of disturbed him.
You wiggled around a little, trying to get him to move but he just whined and held onto your buttocks tighter.
“Stop moving. You can shake your ass on my face later.” He yawned.
You held back a laugh at his sleepy voice. He’s the only person you knew that could plan sex while moments from dreamland.
Huffing, you said, “what’s your obsession with my ass anyway? It’s just an ass.”
That seemed to wake him up more, his head lifting. You craned yours the best you could to be able to see him, snorting at the serious yet scandalized look on his face.
“It’s not just an ass. It’s your ass. And your ass is the best thing to ever happen to me.”
“Are you implying that dating me isn’t the best thing that ever happened to you?” You teased.
He rolled his eyes. “Your ass comes with dating you so they’re basically the same thing. Your butt is soft and jiggly and when you bounce on my cock…..”He hissed, shaking his head. “It’s like magic.” He emphasized his point by clapping his hand down on your left ass cheek, eyes mesmerized as he watched the fat ripple. And you were only wearing panties which made the effect look all the better.
“Then how about I bounce on your cock instead? I’m starting to consider shutting down my small business for the night.”
The weight was off your legs immediately. You turned over and sat up, laughing at the hilarious sight that met you.
Jimin was trying to simultaneously take off his shirt and pajama pants—his arms were stuck and he was jumping on one foot attempting to get out of his pants.
He finally got everything off, hair tussled and breathing hard like he just ran a marathon.
You bit your lip to stifle your laughter. He raised an eyebrow, lips quirking up since this situation was actually pretty funny to him as well.
But he had to be serious!
“Prepare your ass, baby.”
He tackled you onto the bed, giggles and sweet kisses being traded between you two, his hands squeezing at your ass
Jimin still loved everything about you but your ass definitely had a very special place in his heart.
And in his hands.
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honeytae · 1 year
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1:42 am 🌙
sorry for not posting in literal months but hopefully this little tidbit will do💞 i love you guys!
600+ words of pure fluff
The red numbers on your alarm clock glared at you as your bleary eyes adjusted to consciousness, fading away as you rolled onto your stomach.
Puzzled at what woke you, you exhaled a deep sigh, mourning the deep sleep you had slipped out of.
The first hint was the lack of heat in your mattress. The second was the emptiness you felt when you skimmed your palm across the bed.
Finding nothing but bunched up sheets between your fingers, a hoarse groan fell from your mouth, muffled into the pillow below you.
You could’ve sworn you heard a noise coming from across the apartment, lifting your head as if that would tune your ears in more.
Recognizing the quiet, soft beats from one of your boyfriends playlists traveling through the terribly thin walls, you suppressed a smile.
Taking hold of the blanket topping your duvet, you secured the plush fabric around your frame and pushed yourself off of the bed, sleepily making your way to your boyfriend.
Your heart skipped a beat when you laid eyes on him. Every time felt like the first time. Except this time he was the perfect depiction of domestic bliss.
Adorned in oversized black sweats, he wore his long locks back in a ponytail, his bangs spilling over into his eyes as he stirred a wooden spoon in a pot over the oven top.
You simply watched for a minute as he hummed along to the music he had quietly been playing on his phone next to him, functioning as if it wasn’t almost the middle of the night.
“Yah,” he whined as he poured his noodles from the pot to a deep bowl, spilling some of the broth out on the counter in the process.
You couldn’t help but let an adoring giggle slip out at the sight of his pout, melting into a grin when Jungkook spun around in surprise.
“Oh my god, baby, you scared me.” His eyes remained wide, his hand coming up to push his hair back behind his ear, a habit he’d developed since growing it out.
You neglected to speak, still too sleepy, but instead chuckled at the way his eyebrows stayed knit together even after his pout went away.
“What, are you just gonna stand there and laugh at me?”
His face lit up with a smirk as he set the spatula down on the counter, making his way across the kitchen as you stretched your arms out in front of you.
You slid your hands behind his neck as he held you by your hips, playing with his hair as you hummed in response.
“Was planning on it,” you teased, blushing at the glimmering sparkles in his eyes. Jungkook was so pretty that you found it almost difficult to be in such close proximity to him.
His nose lifted into a scrunch when he giggled, moving forward to kiss you on your hot cheek before stepping back to admire your blanket cocooned form.
“I feel like a burrito,” you mumbled from beneath the fabric, only your eyes and nose visible with the rest of your body completely covered.
“You look so cute,” he cooed, taking the ends of the blanket from your fingers and wrapping you more securely with the remaining cloth.
“Mmh hu zzz eefuh eh es nol,” you laughed at your muffled words, Jungkook’s mouth spreading into a grin before gently peeling the fabric back from over your mouth with his fingers.
“Eat your soup before it gets cold,” you say again, leaning into his touch when he pulls you into a fond hug, his cold piercing a stark contrast to the soft kiss he plants on your forehead.
“I will. Just need to hold my baby for a little longer.”
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