#I’ll tone it down for u king

[honeynclove]

i should've expected you to say some gay shit man

u don’t go on the gay blog to ask about a conventionally attractive fictional character and expect not to get some gay shit as an answer 🙄

[lovebugism]

do something with king steve who secretly likes female/shy/reader

hope u like it xoxo — the one where king steve keeps his best girl a secret (shy!fem!r, secret relationship, fluff, 1.2k)

bug's one year celebration ♡

“Boo!”

You jump when a figure appears suddenly behind the door of your opened locker. They’re wearing bell bottoms and a sparkly clip in their strawberry curls. Carol Perkins giggles when her attempts to scare you work. Tommy Hagan follows just behind her, laughing louder until his freckled face scrunches together.

The only reassuring thing about seeing both of them together is knowing Steve isn’t too far behind. He’s got his tongue in his cheek, and his arms crossed over his chest, visibly unamused.  “What are you guys— three?” he scoffs, pushing the sleeves of his sweater up to his elbows.

“Yeah, three inches deep in your mom,” Tommy retorts with a boyish chuckle.

Carol squints her made-up eyes at him. She deadpans, “That’s not the comeback you think it is, Hagan.”

You turn to Steve with a panicked glimmer in your eye. You’re so used to being the butt of all their jokes that being in their proximity now fills you with something close to ice-cold dread. You peer at the boy beside you with pinched-together brows, knowing he’s the only one who cares about you past cheating off your homework.

“What’s going on?” you wonder quietly, for only him to hear.

Steve grins, brows raised and eyes twinkling. “My house is gonna be empty tonight. ‘Cause, you know, my dad’s got a work conference or whatever, so… No parents. Big house—”

“A total recipe for disaster,” Tommy interjects with a laugh.

“You’re throwing a party?” you ask, voice trembling. There’s little more that scares you than crowds — well, crowds and loud music and drunk people. Parties were never your scene. Steve knows that better than anyone.

He corrects you quickly, stammering over himself because he never wants you to feel uncomfortable. “No! No, not a party. It’s gonna be lowkey. Just a— a get-together, you know? Just the four of us.”

“Ooh,” Carol croons from behind you. “So no priss?”

“Shut up, Carol,” Steve snaps.

“I’m just used to you following her around like a lost puppy, that’s all.” Carol and Tommy laugh about it together. ‘Cause that’s all they’re really good at — making stupid jokes and cackling like supervillains.

Steve rolls his eyes with an annoyed huff and turns his attention back to you. You take it from him wholly, every ounce of his focus. 

There was something ethereal in your vagueness — in how softly you spoke and how pretty you looked when you weren’t even trying. You’re quiet and mysterious and hidden. Steve desperately wants to be the one that deciphers you.

“Are you in?” he asks in a low, honeyed tone.

Your gaze falls to the tile. “I don’t know…” you murmur.

“C’mon,” he croons and steps closer to you. His sneakers enter your vision until you look up at him again, peering at him from beneath your lashes. His grin is pink and pretty and lopsided. “Don’t leave me with these assholes all night.”

“Dick,” you hear Tommy scoff from behind you. He sounds much further away than that ‘cause all you can see now is Steve. And his pretty hair and his pretty eyes and his stupid pretty smile.

You cave instantly. 

You never really stood a chance, anyway. Not with the way he was looking at you.

“I’ll think about it,” you mumble and turn back to your locker. You switch your English textbook for a History one and cradle it in your arms. Steve grins, knowing he’s forgotten his on purpose just so he could sit next to you all period.

“Good,” the boy hums.

“We’re finally wearing Wallflower down,” Carol muses, giggling to herself.

Tommy knocks you too hard on the shoulder. “You’ll be one of us in no time,” he grins.

You grimace as they walk off down the hall. That’s the last thing you’ve ever wanted. The thought of there being an ounce of similarities between you and them makes your stomach ache.

“I’ll see you later, yeah?” Steve tells you, smiling quietly when you nod. 

He reaches into the pocket of his jeans and passes you a folded-up piece of paper. He doesn’t look back at you when he follows his friends down the corridor. You don’t open it until he’s gone.

West wing chem lab, he’s written in chicken scratch. Come find me. 

—————

The hallway at the west end of the school is dim and empty. The floors are untouched, and the lockers are sparingly opened. The air is thick and noticeably stale. You open the door to the old chemistry room with a high-pitched squeak that sounds like something out of a horror movie.

Steve waits for you in the dark classroom, lit only by the natural sunlight streaming in through translucent curtains. He sits at a table in front of the window and toys with the burner at the end of it. He turns the thin blue flame on and off and on again, silently wishing he’d plucked a cigarette from Tommy before he left.

His honey eyes flit to yours when you walk into the room. He grins at the soft smirk on your bitten lips. “What’s that look for, huh?” he teases, turning off the burner and sliding off the desk.

You shrug. “Nothin’…”

“I missed you.”

You scoff when he wraps his arms around you. His wide palms smooth over your back. “You just saw me.”

“It doesn’t count when I’m with Tommy and Carol. I need you all to myself…”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” he murmurs lowly, ducking down to kiss you. His plush lips lock with yours, tasting of nicotine and chewing gum — a near-lethal concoction. He smiles against your mouth when you melt further into him. He parts from you with a gentle smack.

“They’re starting to like me, I think,” you mumble, smoothing your hands over his chest. “Tommy and Carol.”

“I think so, too.”

“It’s awful.”

“Absolutely disgusting,” he concurs, grinning wide when you giggle.

“But, you know, maybe we wouldn’t have to hide anymore,” you stammer, gaze falling when it becomes too hard to hold his. “If they don’t think I’m, like, the lamest person on the planet.”

Steve’s brows furrow. “What do you mean?”

“Well, that’s why you don’t want them to know about us, right? ‘Cause you’re King Steve, and I’m… fish bait,” you conclude with a forced laugh.

“No,” he answers instantly. “What? No. That’s not— That’s not why.”

“Oh.”

“I don’t want them to know about us because they’re assholes,” Steve confesses. “I mean, they were awful to Nancy when we were together. ‘Cause they’re miserable, and they hate when other people are actually nice. I just don’t want them to… ruin anything, that’s all…”

You muss with a rogue thread at the neckline of his sweater and smile quietly to yourself. “I thought you were scared because you accidentally fell in love with the Wallflower instead of the Prom Queen.”

Steve scoffs. “I didn’t accidentally fall in love with you, first of all.”

“No?” you murmur, brow quirking in disbelief. 

“No, it was very intentional.”

“I don’t believe that,” you argue with a lighthearted chuckle. You think it’s easier than saying, I don’t believe you because there’s no way you love someone like me because you want to.

Steve’s palms squeeze your sides reassuringly, like he can hear all the mean thoughts swirling in your head. “Well, you didn’t make it any easier on me,” he tells you, a crooked smile tugging at his pink lips. “You started talkin’ all smart in Ms. Click’s class, and I started melting.”

“That’s when you knew you liked me?” you scoff. “After I gave a presentation about geopolitical tensions in China?”

He exhales sharply through his nose, licking his lips with heavy eyelids. “See what I mean? That’s hot.”

“God, you’re such a boy.”

[aluciahaz]

Mommy kink x reader fix for luci pls, idc the circumstances, I’m desperate here.

arent we all 😔 here u go!! it was pretty fun writing this, i love METAPHORS!!!!

touch of temptation

—lucifer x gn!reader

—includes : sub!lucifer, dom!reader, mommy kink, edging

lucifer’s been alone for quite some time now. yet, when you came around, you made sure to change that immediately.

of course, due to the absence of affection for years, he’s stuck to you like glue, always perking up when he sees you enter a room and running toward you with his stupid little grin.

albeit, adorable stupid little grin.

his desire for touch was not only apparent during daily life, always hooking his arm around you or poking you in jest, but in the nightlife as well.

lucifer was needy. desperate. his longing for touch was one you indulged in without question much of the time, yet some nights the two of you agreed upon abstaining him from such wants. he was the king of hell after all, of course, he’d be a little freaky.

which is why he was sobbing underneath your maddening touch, his head falling back as he cries in dismay from his inability to finish due to your quick reactions whenever he’d get close, pulling your hand away just in time to elicit a noisy whine from the king.

“l-let—me cum, mommy, please!” he wails as you drive into him, pushing him to the brink of insanity as your hand returns to his cock. he bucks up into your hand wildly, only to have his hips held down with a stern push.

“not yet, baby. stay strong for me,” you coo, yet your soft tone goes against your actions, sharp, fast, and most importantly, ruthless.

he snivels before taking in a deep, shuttering breath, nodding his head weakly at your request.

“o-okay! i’ll tr—AH!” his fingers dig into your skin, grasping onto your back like his life depended on it.

and it only gets rougher when you let go of his cock.

the scream of frustration that ripped from his throat was adorable, considering how it would get interrupted by his choking wails. you can’t help but place a kiss on top of his forehead, soothing him just a bit. he always melts at the slightest act of affection, it’s wonderful.

his legs wrap around your waist as though he‘s a snake trying to constrict its prey. he needed to hold onto you like this, to feel you as much as he could. you were his temptation, and he was willing to lose himself in it.

“pl-please please! mommy, i need—! ngh—f-fuck!” he pleads aimlessly, finding himself lost in his seemingly endless pleasure.

“use your words, baby,” you tell him, knowing fully well as you thrust faster that he would be unable to form a single sentence.

“ha—i, you—so goodwait—AH! c-can’t think-!” the fallen angel seemed to find his place back in heaven, considering how far up his head was in the clouds. but, he’s brought back down to hell as your hand finds its place around his shaft again, making him jolt in shock.

he whines louder and louder, tears never stopping as he takes what you give in full stride, never trying to go against your earlier command.

he was as sweet as an apple and red as one too with a never faltering blush across his face and chest. you couldn’t help but take a bite, his neck being the perfect area for a mark.

the shaky moans that leave him are beautiful, and with how well he was taking all of your love, you just had to give him his reward.

“you’re such a good boy,” you huff out a chuckle as you hear him whine in delight, soaking up the praise needily.

“you can cum for me now, my love,” you coo, drinking in his face of pure gratitude as he hears you.

“c-can i? can i re—ah—! really?” he asks as he cries in joyous disbelief, looking at you with wide, tear-filled eyes.

“yes, baby,” you say gently, and without a second’s hesitation, he shudders and screams in mind-breaking ecstasy, the horns on his head slowly peeking from his head as he finishes.

“th-thank—! thank—! thank y-you—mh—mommy!” he wails, his eyes rolling to the back of his head briefly before slowly looking back up at you with a dazed look.

his legs still tremble around your waist before slipping down to the bed, completely exhausted. you take your time to care for him, cleaning and making sure to cuddle your little touch-starved lover as quickly as you could.

he’s already asleep in your arms in the first few seconds, snoring lightly. you kiss the back of his neck delicately before heading off to rest as well.

and it would be peaceful until morning, where, like every morning, he would whine and clutch onto you to make sure you wouldn’t leave the bed, never able to fulfill his endless hunger for your touch.

tags: @xx-all-purpose-nerd-xx @drlucichen @mvskedxrtist

[inmyheaddd]

play stupid games, win stupid prizes - jameson hawthorne x reader

a/n: this feels different from my usual writing style, idk if i like itt, lmk what u guys think! warnings: swearing, suggestive jokes??, possibly ooc jameson (his fboy era), popular reader x popular jameson wc: 1k masterlist

you couldn’t have been more reckless. really. jameson hawthorne? out of all the people?

it was supposed to be a one time thing, a stupid 7 minutes in heaven dare at a stupid party, his stupid friend who gave him your number, and his stupid decision to text you after the party. and your stupid decision to text him back.

—

lunch break finally came. you were sitting in the cafeteria as your friend swirled her iced coffee, “girl, how’d you get jameson hawthorne to literally be thirsting over you?”

you giggled and looked at him briefly, he was sitting a few tables over, but you could see the way his eyes were fixed on you. 

you shrugged as you turned your attention back at your friends. “guys, it’s not even that big of a deal, we’re barely even together.” the smile on your face said otherwise, one of your friends raised her eyebrows at you.

“i promise! besides, he’s the king of “casual,” and “mixed signals,” you know? i shouldn’t get my hopes up.” 

“i mean, this whole thing has been going on for 2 months now, things with him usually last a week. he’s definitely feeling something.”

“stop!” you exclaimed with a laugh, “you’re actually going to get my hopes up. don’t do that!” you snuck a glance over to his table, and he was talking to his friends.  

like he could sense your gaze, he looked at you, offering you a wink with his signature smile. you smiled back and looked back at your friends, only to find them all looking at you with the same expectant, knowing look on their face. 

“what?” your voice pitched higher, you felt like you were in court.

“you look so in love, it kind of sickens me.” your best friend piped up. 

“i’m not in love.” you shot back. a little crush was way different.

—

it was the end of the school day, jameson found you after class and walked to the car park with you. “i saw you at lunch today,” he glanced at you before wrapping his arm around your shoulders, steering you both to his car. 

“yeah? i saw you too.” you tried to bite back a smile as you glanced up at him. 

he hummed, “you seemed excited, what were you talking about?” the teasing tone in his voice was as clear as day.

“not you,” you replied, rolling your eyes at his cheshire cat smile, and when it only widened at your reaction, you continued. “i can assure you.”

he chuckled, “yeah well, some of your friends can be very loud. i wouldn’t be too sure.” 

you pursed your lips, “hmm, i have no idea what you’re talking about.” you shook your head, trying to change the subject before your cheeks could heat up any more. “where is your car anyway?” 

“relax, princess. i know where i’m going.” he chuckled, before finally arriving at his car. 

it was new, you realized. bright red, convertible, lamborghini, and the license plate was different. 

it wasn’t his usual “WRECK2002”, and after looking for another second, you noticed something.

“are those our initials?” you couldn’t help but laugh at the thought of jameson picking it out. it was cute in a way. 

“yes, they are. you like it?” his hand traveled up and down your back as he watched your reaction.

you hummed, “it’s alright, i guess.” you said smiling at him, knowing fully well you were obsessed.  

his grin widened as he cocked his head to the side. “guess i’ll have to do better next time, then.” he replied with another wink, before he opened the passenger seat door for you. 

“guess so,” you said, not tearing away from his gaze once as you got in. 

he closed your door for you, and then began to lean over the window. 

his lips hovered over yours, teasingly close, making your breath hitch. your eyes flickered down to his lips.

but then he pulled back, moving a strand of hair out of your face and giving you a grin. you couldn’t help the scoff that escaped your lips, and he he chuckled at that. douchebag.

—

he got into the drivers seat and started the car, one hand on the wheel as he leaned back in his chair. 

you tried to ignore the way his adam’s apple was on full view, the way his jawline looked so sharp, you really did, but it was damn near impossible. 

“where to, princess?” 

“my house, obviously. where else?” you replied with a hint of sarcasm.

he shot you a look, one corner of his mouth lifting. “and here i thought you’d want to take a detour. maybe show you a few of my favorite spots?”

“and what might those be?” you asked, playing along, even though you already knew where this was going.

“let’s see…” he tapped his fingers on the steering wheel, pretending to think. “well, there’s this one place, it’s called my bedroom.”

you rolled your eyes, unable to stop the smile tugging at your lips. “you’re nothing if not predictable, jameson.”

“predictable?” he repeated, feigning offense. “i’ll have you know, i’m full of surprises.”

“oh really?” you asked, leaning back in your seat, watching as he drove with one hand casually draped over the wheel, the other resting dangerously near your leg. “surprise me then.”

he glanced at you with an amused look on his face briefly, before turning his gaze to the road. you couldn’t miss the mischievous glint in his eyes and his turned up lips. “you should be careful what you wish for.”

—

he pulled up to your house, and before you could move, he was already opening your door, standing so close you could feel the heat radiating off him.

his eyes flickered to your lips, and your hands found their way to his chest. just as he was about to break the space, you took a step back, on your tiptoes reaching up to ruffle his hair. 

after muttering a small, “thanks for the ride,” and walking off, smiling to yourself in achievement, jameson let out a scoff of amusement, maybe even disbelief.

just as you got to the door, you turned around, giving him a little finger wave.

jameson was still standing there, dare you say even gobsmacked. his head was tilted to the side, and his eyes were narrowed ever so slightly. he had a challenging grin on as his face as he waved back, sending you a chin nod.

—

as you lay in bed, facetiming your friend and giggling nonstop about what happened, a thought crept in. whatever this was with jameson, you silently hoped it wouldn’t end up like everything else with him usually did —wrecked.

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[wukong-s-only-wife5000]

could u pls do a first time meeting with Monkey King Reborn pls? I love ur work 💜💜

Monkey King Reborn: First Meeting.

Content/Trigger Warnings: N/A.

Authors Notes: It's shit like this that'll make me cry. Thank you so much, and thanks for the request! Decided to make this a chubbyfemale!reader Reborn Wukong. Hope you don't mind.

Master List | Next--->

The council couldn't have chosen anyone else? Why'd you have to get dragged in with the monk to get whatever it was he was sent for? No, no, better question, COULDN'T THEY HAVE TOLD YOU THAT BEFORE HE LEFT?! Now you were on a journey alone to try to catch up with the monk that had four days ahead of you, so that was proving… tiresome. 

“How far can a monk get in just four days?” you grumbled to yourself as you tucked some of your (h/c) hair behind your ear to get it out of your face.

You'd spent two days trying to catch up to the monk, but it was proving to be a tedious task. Of course, you weren't going to give up, the higher-ups would tear you a new one if you gave up on the mission they ‘blessed’ you with. So, you marched on, asked around and tried to keep your head up.

You tried to think of the bright sides… Well, the only one you could really think of was finally getting out of that temple and away from those people. The fresh air was nice, but the endless walking wasn't what you were expecting when you were told you had a mission.

“Wait, is that them?” you thought to yourself aloud when you saw a group up ahead. You didn't know who the monk was supposed to be accompanied by, but you’d recognize him anywhere. 

Finally! You thought to yourself as you willed your body into a jog, holding your chest as you did so it didn't bounce too much.

“Wait!” you tried to get their attention, which worked faster than you thought it would. When you finally caught up to them, you were breathing heavily and barely able to catch your breath. You were met with a stick in your face.

“Who are you?” who you recognized as the Monkey King questioned in a growl.

“Lady (Y/n)?” the monk surprisingly recognized you, making the monkey stand down. Once they’d settled, you introduced yourself to the four demons the monk had travelling with him.

Why does he need me if he has the four of them? You thought to yourself in annoyance. 

“(Y/n) (L/n), I was sent to accompany you on your journey to the West to collect the Buddhist scriptures,”

“Forget it,” Wukong said almost immediately.

“Excuse me?” you looked at the demon who spoke as he eyed you as well with a raised brow. 

“I said no,” he said. 

“I wasn't asking your permission,” you stated.

“Wukong,” the monk chastised. “Forgive him, lady (Y/n),” the monk bowed in respect. 

“It’s just (Y/n),” you told him. “I was sent to join you in your journey to the West, and that is what I plan to do,”

“Forget it,” ‘Wukong’ repeated sternly.

“Wukong,” 

“I wasn't asking your permission,” you repeated as well.

“You can go back to whatever temple you came from. We already have two weights, we don't need another,”

“Did you just call me fat to my face?” you raised a brow. His eyes widened slightly, and he snarled in your face, his breath smelling of fruit.  

“You know that's not what I meant!” he snapped.

“Hm,” you folded your arms and closed your eyes as you let out a heavy and defeated sigh. This could only be handled one way. “Since I'm such a heavy burden for you to bear, I’ll go,” you said simply and turned on your heel before starting to walk off.

“Wukong,” Tang said in a warning tone.

“Master, we don't need anyone else travelling with us,” he tried to persuade his master against letting you join.

“She has already come all this way on direct orders. She will be joining us, go apologize to her at once,” Tang ordered, making him groan, but follow behind you. 

“Hey, sh- girl,” he called as he walked beside you.

“Come to call me short as well?” you glanced at him. He glared at you, mostly because he was going to call you shorty instead of girl. “You wanted something?” you raised a brow as you eyed the… fairly attractive specimen before you.

“I'm…” he physically struggled to speak. 

“You're…?” you encouraged him to continue, wanting to hear him say it. 

“Sorry…” he said, very strained and soft.

“Pardon?” you tilted your head a bit. It's not that you didn't hear him, you heard him loud and clear… you just wanted to make him suffer for indirectly calling you short and fat. You didn't deserve to be called out like that by someone like him.

“I said I'm sorry, alright?!” he snapped, which surprised you.

“Kay,” you rubbed your chin and bottom lip to feel you were smirking. “I was taught that any man willing to put aside his pride to apologize deserves forgiveness, so your apology is accepted,”

“Now that we’re past that, let’s go,”

“Oh?” that smirk still playing on your lips that irked him.

“Your masters told you to join us, didn't they? Let's.go.” he seethed, much to your amusement.

I like this one… you thought to yourself in amusement.

“Right,” you nodded and simply followed behind him. “What was your name again?” you questioned from behind him, trying to remember what the monk had called him.

“Sun Wukong,” he said through gritted teeth.

“Right, right. The so-called Monkey and Demon King, the ‘Great Sage Equal to Heaven’. Your mess with the Jade Emperor was a cleaning job for lesser deities like me, so thanks for that.”

“Any time,” it was his turn to smirk at you, which of course irked you.

“What possessed you to do such a thing anyway?” you questioned as you walked beside him, but the only response you got was a huff.

“There they are,” you looked ahead to see the other three approaching. 

“Please forgive my-”

“It’s alright,” you cut him off as you traced your bottom lip slightly. “We have a long journey, let’s get moving.”

“Yes, of course,” the monk agreed with an amused smile.

The other three demons had introduced themselves to you. The pig, Zhu Bajie or ‘Pigsy’, was ‘trying his hand’ with you, much to your disgust. Luckily, Wukong pulled him away from you by his ear and said that you weren't interested, which you definitely weren't, but you thought speaking your mind might be a bit hurtful.

All in all… this trip was already shaping up to be a trip to remember. For better or worse? Well, that was still a work in progress.

[fangsforiris]

Hihiii!! I’m back again LMAO 😭😭 I hope I’m not bothering you with my asks, ur writing is js so like addicting to read?? Idk how to explain it but I could read ur works for hours and not get bored ( ◠‿◠ )

Anywayzzzz, I was wondering if u could do headcanons on how Kanato, Laito, Ayato, and Kou would be with an s/o who is like impossible to piss off?? Like they could be as annoying as they possible could and they’re like “ Ok :) “

Ofc as usual take ur time, don’t feel rushed and if I’m sending in too many requests just lmk and I’ll try and cut back ╰(*´︶`*)╯♡ Have a great day/night !!!

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S/O Who’s Hard to Piss Off HC’s

Ayato:

• He’ll definitely pester his S/O a lot.

• As in, this is the king of wanting attention and being annoying.

• He may get upset a bit, seeing as he thrives on having a reaction given a lot.

• Take some depictions shown in the anime if anything.

• Ex: When he pesters Yui to make him takoyaki and she doesn’t initially give in.

• Ayato loves the reaction and finds it funny/amusing.

• He may become somewhat fussy about it.

• As in, the bothering will become extended before he gets bored and starts to leave his S/O alone.

• Like imagine going out with him and he sees a perfect time to pester.

• Ex: Carnival wait line.

• Without the reaction he wants, it may annoy him for the moment, before continuing on with his day.

• I think he’d make it his life’s mission to at least gain something rather than nothing.

Kanato:

• He would get upset pretty quickly.

• Especially since most of the time when he aims to annoy, he wants a reaction.

• In all the times he’s done something towards Yui, without anything being shown back to him, he assumes it’s ‘doll-like’ behaviour.

• Or at least an attempt at satiating that interest in him.

• But of course, no reaction in a sense would show that his S/O doesn’t care for him and his needs.

• On the other hand, having an S/O that doesn’t always reply to his antics can be seen as profitable.

• As in, he can get away with more and expect less repercussions.

• He’ll be able to toss them around as a rag doll, and in a sense— have an exemption towards his somewhat abusive tendencies.

• Expect a lot of what he wants to do, and not so much any concerns with whatever his S/O wants to do.

• So tea parties, forced outings, dress up, etc.

• It’ll all be shoved down his S/O’s throat simply because his S/O is condoning it by not giving a reaction to any of it. (That is how he’d see it.)

Laito:

• He wouldn’t be too upset about it.

• Sure, reactions and those getting upset are intriguing and sometimes seen as entertaining for him.

• But really, he’d be the one to applaud his S/O the most with keeping their composure around him.

• Laito knows that it can be hard to show enough self restraint, so he’ll use it as a challenge to see how far he can push his S/O.

• Like everyone, vampires hold certain reactions and emotions towards a different standard.

• So it’s unfair to expect him to simply react like humans would, or alike the other vampires.

• Especially since their type of entertainment is quite different to that of humans/human standards

• He does tend to joke around or make ‘uncomfortable’ jokes towards his S/O, in hopes of obtaining something to find comical.

• So it may actually be toned down because of his S/O’s attitudes towards it.

• One might even say, it may break down Laito into displaying more of his ‘true self,’ as the normal antics he’d entertain is no longer working on individuals.

• It may serve as a learning lesson to him that his false persona may not appeal to everyone, and even he must understand that there’s more to him than surface level ‘pervert Laito.’

Kou:

• With Kou the dynamic is much more interesting.

• Because of his ‘all seeing eye’ or ‘truth seeing eye,’ he can pinpoint exactly what his S/O is feeling and if it’s true.

• He’s normally someone who’s seen to joke around with others and find fun in things.

• Kind of like Laito with the double personalities, and attitudes surrounding certain aspects of their lives.

• But even with that, he may do more to gain a reaction.

• He has split feelings about being human, or an ex-human— so as a half-blood, I’ll take it that he’s adapted to the way vampires or pure bloods would think.

• He may at the start of the relationship, assume that somethings wrong with his S/O— or that they’re mad at him.

• But once he gets acquainted— with that being his S/O’s natural nuanced reaction to things, he may do more and get out of his own comfort zone to see if anything would phase them.

• Since he believes in the entire ‘give and take’ analogy— he may be annoyed that it takes a lot of him ‘giving’ something (ex: putting in energy) to get something in return for him to ‘take’ (a reaction.)

• But overall I don’t see him complaining too much, only if he’s in one of his fussy moods.

[wannab-urs]

The King Has Lost His Crown

Pairing: ex!Dieter Bravo x gn!Reader

Summary: Dieter shows up on your doorstep

Tags: dieter being a pathetic loser, drug mention, angst WC: 703

A/N: This is my entry for @freelancearsonist's ABBA Drabble Challenge. I could have gone smutty with this, but I went angsty instead. I may still write the smut version later idk.

Dieter Bravo Masterlist | Main Masterlist | AO3 | Kofi

You sit down on your couch with a glass of wine, settling in for a nice evening of watching mindless TV. Your phone starts buzzing – Dieter Bravo is calling you. You’ve removed his contact, but you couldn’t ever bring yourself to block the number you know by heart. You hit the red Fuck You button and toss your phone to the side. 

Throughout an entire episode of some shitty reality show, your phone lights up with texts. You finally pick it up to read them:

Please answer the phone

Its Dieter 

I miss u

Can u call me pls?

Baby

Baby

Baby

Baby ]:

Just as you’re about to tell him to fuck off, your doorbell rings. You check the ring camera and see that he’s standing on your fucking porch. You hope LA suddenly has a cold snap and he freezes to death out there. Okay, maybe that’s a little harsh. But he could stand to lose a toe or two. 

He rings the doorbell again – starts just continuously pressing the button until the sound drives you so crazy you have to open the door. And he’s standing there looking like an abandoned puppy in his brown fuzzy coat and a pair of basketball shorts that are too long. You used to find his disheveled appearance endearing, but now it just adds to how pathetic he seems. 

“You have 10 seconds to explain where you found the audacity to show up at my house, Bravo.”

He winces at your icy tone, brow furrowing over those pretty brown eyes. He tugs a few strands of his hair, making it stick up even more.

“Baby, just let me in and I’ll explain everything.”

“No. Explain here.”

Dieter sighs, world weary, long and drawn out. You go to close the door on him, but he shoves a croc covered foot into the crack before you can get it closed. 

“Wait!”

You open the door enough to see him, but not enough to let him push his way inside the house. 

“What happened with your new girl, Dieter?” 

“She wasn’t you.”

For a second you almost believe him. Almost. But liars never change. 

“Don’t give me that bullshit. What actually happened?”

“What do you think happened?” He mutters, rolling his eyes. 

“I think you couldn’t keep your dick in your pants, as usual, and she got fed up.” 

“Yeah? Well. Maybe you’re right,” his tone shifts to something like shame, his face turning red. “Are you gonna let me in?”

“Oh absolutely not. You really think you can show up here after getting dumped for cheating on the girl you cheated on me with? Do you think I’m stupid?” 

“No,” his brow furrows even deeper. “Of course not. I just thought–”

“It must be so hard for you. All the drugs and pretty people you could ever desire and all you ever do is fuck it up. You’re a disaster. A fucking disgrace. I bet your mamá is real fuckin proud of you. Get out of my face, Dieter. Get off my porch. Go fuck someone else’s life up.”

You slam the door in his face and start crying immediately. The tears come faster than you can wipe them from your face, leaving tracks down your cheeks. 

You loved him, you really did. Maybe you still do. But you can’t put yourself through that bullshit again.  

–-

Dieter slumps down on the doorstep, not quite ready to accept defeat. He thinks you’ll come out soon, offer him a cup of tea and a snack, maybe cuddle with him on the couch. 

His life is a mess, but the one good thing he’s ever had was you. He lost you and it was completely his fault. He doesn’t know if he’ll ever get over you. He needs to win you back, prove he can be a good person, a good partner. 

He leans back against the door, prepping for an uncomfortable night – sober and stuck outside. He falls asleep eventually and wakes with the sunrise. You never came out to get him. Didn’t even offer him a blanket. You are well and truly done with him, and he only has himself to blame.

[all-about-kyu]

Summary: Lesson learned: do not purposely try to get under Sangyeon’s skin. Pairing: Sangyeon x mua fem!reader Tropes: idol au Genre: smut Rating: R 18+ Warnings: language Smut Warnings: bath sex, fingering (f receive), unprotected sex, daddy kink, impact play Word Count: 1,506 Note: for the Tarot Card Drabble event Requested by: @anyamaris​ Special Tag:  @sanjoongie​

King of Cups ➾ has the most sex in all tarot, holds your heart and deals with it perfectly, charming, might cheat, player, singer, musician, daddy kink, sex in or on water

This was really a mix-up. It had to be. The head of staff for The Boyz gave you your hotel room key and sent you on your way. The room that the key unlocked, though, was definitely not shared with another makeup artist or stylist. You knew that suitcase. It’s Sangyeon’s. The idol is nowhere to be seen at the moment, but you know the moment he sees you, there will be only two things that could happen. One: he gives you a dirty look and lets the staff know you need a different room. Or two: he gives you a piece of his mind. You’re really hoping for the first scenario, but you know the second is more likely.

Just a week ago, you were under him getting the fucking of your life. You went to work the next day with very dark hickeys littering your neck. Of course, the other stylists snickered about it, knowing that you and Sangyeon had been exchanging flirtatious words in passing. When one of them asked you how it was, you decided to lie. Why? You couldn’t explain. What you had said was that he was the worst lay of your life. The singer passed by the moment the words left your mouth. If looks could kill, you’d be six feet under right now.

The door to the bathroom pops open, and there he is. Speak of the devil, and he shall appear. Again, the look he gives you could kill.

“What are you doing in here?” he asks flatly.

“U-um,” you stutter.

“I asked you a question.” he snaps.

“I’m staying in here too. I- I think there was a mix-up. I’ll go talk to the head of staff n-”

Sangyeon grabs ahold of your chin and forces you to look at him, “I think you’re just fine right here. We need to have a chat. Don’t we?”

You gulp and get lost in his sharp dark eyes. Somehow, you still find yourself nodding.

“Go sit on your bed.”

You scurry off and sit on the unclaimed bed that you assume to be yours now. Sangyeon’s footsteps sound behind you. They’re slow. Just enough to make your heart beat a little faster. Whether that faster beating was due to anxiety or arousal, you wouldn’t admit. The idol rounds the bed and tilts your chin up to look at him from your seated position.

“What’s this rumor I hear about me being a bad lay?”

“I- I don’t know what you’re talking about.” you’re lying through your teeth, and he knows it.

“No? Even though I heard you say it to the other stylists in the green room the other day?”

You cursed at yourself internally, “I was just playing around. I didn’t mean it.”

“No?” he scoffs, “You sounded pretty serious to me.”

You feel as though you may cry if he keeps talking to you with this condescending tone. Deep down, you know why you said he’s a bad lay. You want to keep him all to yourself. If people think he’s bad in bed, then they won’t go after him. That is a perfectly logical reason to say such a thing. You guess now’s as good a time as ever to admit that out loud.

“I-” you stop yourself with a shaky breath, “I wanted to keep you for myself. If people assume you suck at sex, they won’t go for you.”

“Oh, princess,” he chuckles, “I thought we said that was a one-time thing. What happened?”

“I dunno,” you mumble.

“Do you want another go at me?” he asks, dead serious.

Your eyes snap up to his again. (You hadn’t even realized you looked away). You think he’s playing a sick joke on you at first, but then you see that same lustful passion swirling in his eyes.

“Yes.” you breathe out, “More than anything.”

“Well, I was about to get in the bath and relax before you walked in. So, how about we share that bath? There’s room enough for both of us.”

Part of this feels like a trap. A fun one, but nonetheless, a trap. Despite squinting your eyes at him slightly, you still find yourself nodding at his offer. He offers a hand out to you, and you take it. He’s being surprisingly gentle with you despite how filthily he was talking to you meer moments ago. The moment he has you in the bathroom, you find yourself pinned to the door and his lips on yours. You want nothing more than to melt into his touch. He smirks into the kiss before pulling away, much to your dismay. His eyes swirl with lust when his eyes fall on yours. You know you’re returning that same look, just more debauched than him already.

“Go on, strip, and get in the bath. I’ll be right there,” he commands gently.

His eyes stay on you as you strip. Not once does he look away from you. As you walk over to the freestanding tub and step into the warm water, you throw a look back at him over your shoulder. His already haphazardly tied robe is hardly closed anymore. It’s just closed enough to cover his member. Your eyes linger over his muscular body for a while. When your eyes travel back up to his, you find him with that same cocky smirk resting on his lips. He lets the robe fall from his body. Despite being nearly fully emersed in the water, you feel a rush of arousal through your body. He approaches the tub, and you move forward to allow him to join you in the water.

“Now,” he starts, his hands trailing down your body already, “You ready for me to remind you about what it feels like to be with me?”

A shiver runs through you, “Yes, please,”

“Who are you talking to?”

“Yes, please, Daddy. Want to feel you again.”

His fingers gently graze over your nipples, and he chuckles lowly at the slight whimper you let out. His hands wander lower into the water, one purchase on your hip while the other starts to rub circles over your clit. Your head falls back against his shoulder. Sangyeon turns his face and captures your lips in another heady kiss. His fingers tease at your entrance before slipping inside you properly. He doesn’t give you a single moment to process his actions. He fingers you at a fast pace from the start.

“D-daddy,” you whine.

“Yes?” he asks with a dominant tone, “What do you need?”

“More, need more.” you gasp, “Need you inside me.”

One moment you feel your orgasm slowly building; the next, it’s quickly fading. Sangyeon chuckles at you again when you whine about the lack of contact. He practically manhandles you, making the water splash up over the sides of the tub.

“Put your knees to the bottom of the tub, and hold onto the edge of it. I don’t want you falling.”

You do as you’re told, “W-what are you planning?”

“You want me to fuck you?”

You nod vigorously, “Please, please! Daddy, please fuck me.”

“That’s what I thought. Now, do you feel stable like that?”

You nod again, “Please just get inside me.”

The water splashes around you again slightly as the man behind you adjusts his position. Then, you feel the head of his cock pressing against your hole. You try to push back to get him inside you faster, but you feel one of his large hands smack down against your ass.

“Patience is a virtue, my dear.” he quips.

“One that I don’t fucking have.” you bite, “Just fuck me already.”

“Who the fuck do you think you’re talking to like that?” he growls, “Do I have to fuck that attitude out of you?”

“Maybe you do, Daddy,” you respond with a teasing lilt.

Sangyeon pushes into you in one smooth thrust. A broken moan escapes your lips, and your head falls forward in pleasure. The sound of the water sloshes around you as Sangyeon fucks you as if he hates you. The sound only adds an extra layer to the atmosphere of the bathroom. A part of you is thankful he’s fucking you from behind. Had you been facing him, you probably would’ve been even more of a wreck than you are currently.  Your forehead is pressed against your knuckles (which are gripping onto the edge of the tub tightly), and your body shivers from the hair against your wet skin. Still, you find yourself pushing back against Sangyeon’s thrusts every time. You don’t get to warn him when your orgasm comes slamming into you.

“Fuckin’ brat. Didn’t even ask me to cum.” he bites, still fucking you roughly.

“‘M sorry, Daddy,” you respond in a broken sob, “I learned my lesson. I’m not gonna say yo- you’re bad in bed anymore. Promise.

“Cute,” he scoffs, “You think we’re done just cause you came? Daddy’s not done with you yet. We have a long night ahead of us.”

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[kaelsleftverdantsphere]

This is set BEFORE Corvus gets murdered and AFTER he got kicked out of the magistrate by his father. Thank u for understanding.

Just a little fluffy fic, nothing extra, just figuring out the dynamic of the two.

—

As the darkness settled around the camp and everyone was slowly getting ready to sleep, Corvus was restless. Sitting in his chair, reading his notes over and over in the dim light of a candle.

“What are you sulking about?”

Corvus turned as quickly as possible just to meet the familiar face. “Caspian.” His brows furrowed. “You cannot be here. Not now. Not like this…”

The redhead slowly walked on over to him, gripping one of his shoulders and turning him back around to the table. “My sweet sweet darling, what’s on your mind?” He started massaging Corvus’ back, relieving some tension.

“There are…” He sighed, lifting his hands to lightly press fingers against his temples. “-many, many matters I must tend to… and believe that even more is to come.”

“Hm…” Caspian moved his hands, hugging the other man from the back and peaking over his shoulder. “What are these notes about?”

Corvus hastily covered the loose papers on his desk, turning his head a little to see Caspian’s face. “None of your business now is it?”

“Oh how I adore it when you’re so rough with me…” An ever present smile and arms squeezing Corvus’ shoulders clearly showing just how comfortable he was. “I just wish I could… Maybe calm you down a little- help you…”

“I don’t think you can help me… I just need space to get to the bottom of this-“

“What you need, my dear, is sleep…” Caspian planted a gentle kiss under his ear. “Go to bed, I’ll accompany you and leave just before sunrise, I promise.”

Corvus frowned, although his heart was longing to lie next to him. “I have my duties…”

“To who? Not the magistrate, that’s for certain… not to your father… not to yourself-“

“Stop acting like you know everything that happens in my world…” Corvus’ tone was harsh, the mention of his father hurt like a freshly opened wound. He owes everything to him and the Magistrate, and he cannot fail them once again.

“Ouch… up until now I thought I was your world, sweetheart?” Caspian straightened his back, taking a step away from his beloved. “But clearly your work is far more important than that, isn’t it?” He didn’t physically pout, but clearly really wanted to.

“My work is important for the entire realm, my sleep is important to me and lying in bed with you only benefits the two of us, what do you not understand? We’re a part of a bigger picture that is getting torn more and more with each passing day and the responsibility to glue it back together lies on my shoulders alone… I cannot rest.” He stood up from the chair, turning to Caspian. “I apologise…”

“This is going to destroy you.” Caspian shook his head, crossing his arms on his chest. “When have you last actually slept? Not rested, slept?”

“I don’t know… and it matters not, as long as I can hold a pen, I am useful-“

Caspian quickly stepped in closer to him, catching him by the collar of his shirt. “I don’t care about you being useful when you’re dead, you absolute mad man! It isn’t selfish of you to sleep! That is a necessity for every mortal!”

“But the abyss doesn’t rest, Caspian, the darkness doesn’t either.” His gaze softened, staring into the eyes of his partner. “I apologise, I apologise for everything…” He lifted his hands to Caspian’s cheeks and held them. “I need to protect this realm… And I must protect you.”

“Your protection is useless to me when you’re dead… Nor is it needed…” Caspian tugged on his collar and planted a kiss on his lips. “Come to bed or I’ll carry you there, idiot.”

Corvus smiled, caressing his cheeks. “I hate you, Caspian, your morals are horrendous and your lifestyle disgusts me.”

“Well, maybe, in your princely duties, you shouldn’t have chosen an assassin of kings for a partner, don’t you think?”

Corvus chuckled, both of them smiling at one another now. “You’re no assassin of kings, you just know how to look pretty with a sword-“

“Is that what caught your eye? My sword?”

“Mayhap it did, not like you’ll ever know.”

[aurasoulhikari]

Zexal Month Week 5 Day 29: U is for Utopia

@zexalmonth So I may have had a little too much fun with this but hey! When we find out that Yuma is Astral's literal other half it speaks to me!

"Come on Astral we gotta hurry!"

"Slow down Yuma or you might hurt yourself." Astral sighed as his companion stopped and turned to face him. He truly stood out among the soft blues of Astral World due to his bright red skin and ruby red eyes yet what truly made him stand out the most was his bright smile that was filled with excitement.

"I’ll be fine Astral now come on this is the one chance we got before Old Man Eliphas finds out we're gone!" Yuma said.

"I know you wish to go see Barian World with your own eyes but you have to remember it is still dangerous and we must be careful." Astral warned.

"I know, I know but you'll be with me and when it’s the two of us nothing can stop us." Yuma grinned. Astral couldn’t help the fond smile. Truly his other half was a total opposite from him yet at the same time he couldn’t see his life without him.

"Alright let us go then but remember we cannot stay too long even Lady Ena cannot cover for us forever." Astral informed Yuma.

"Right! Let’s go!" Yuma cheered.

             Nasch, King of Barian World, was just about to murder one of his fellow Emperors if Vector did not stop his antics.

"Nasch you're twitching." His sister Merag stated, too used to her brother's annoyance at Vector.

"Your point?" He snapped back.

"Go take a walk to calm yourself." Merag huffed. "Durbe and I can handle things until you don’t look ready to kill. We'll make sure Vector doesn’t do anything else."

"... Fine." He relented tensely. He stormed off leaving the palace and walked in the familiar red lands of his planet, he knew that the battle against Astral World was taking its toll on everyone. All the Emperors were on edge and wanting to find a countermeasure to finally be safe from them once and for all. But Nasch knew it wasn’t that simple, especially given the circumstances of the universe from what Misael gathered. He sighed heavily, rubbing his face. Truly he wondered if he was making the right choices in this war. If he wasn’t dragging his people into a losing battle. That train of thought sent horrible chills down his spine and quickly had him shake his head.

"I shouldn’t be thinking like that." He muttered. "It won’t help anyone."

"Aaah! Astral help me!"

"Yuma calm down, the land just has the same skin tone as you.  Now please lower your voice or someone will find us."

Nasch blinked hearing strange voices and went to investigate only to be shocked to see two Astral beings standing on his land. Both were clearly male to him one was the standard blue energy being of a common Astral being yet unlike them his eyes were heterochromia just like his but were colored a luminous gold and clear white yet the other one stunned Nasch. If not for the energy emanating from him Nasch would’ve mistook him for another race yet this one was clearly an Astral being yet was as red as the very land of Barian World with matching red eyes and bangs in his raven black hair. Nasch truly didn’t think an Astral being like him existed, especially with how he acted he often saw Astral beings as composed even emotionless yet these two were different. The red one was vibrant and loud letting out his emotions very freely while the other, though more composed than his companion, had a shine of emotions in his eyes that Nasch didn’t see in other Astral beings.

"I wouldn’t worry about that Astral, I mean this place looks old." The red one said. "But it’s so cool! This place practically matches me!"

"While that may be true Yuma." The blue one, Astral, sighed. "We still have to remain vigilant especially when we shouldn’t be here."

"I know, I know but it’ll be quick! Old man Eliphas won’t notice." The red one, Yuma, quickly assured. "I just wanted to see this place with my own eyes. I mean our planets have been fighting each other for ages yet you and I have never even seen this place. Heck we never even seen an actual Barian!"

Nasch noticed Astral frowning slightly and gave a soft sigh.

"Yes I cannot fault you for that. For years Eliphas has said that this world was dangerous yet he would never elaborate as to why, only stating that the Barian's power of Chaos is dangerous to us." He frowned.

Dangerous? Nasch was shocked at this while Yuma frowned.

"But is it really? Lady Ena always told us that Chaos might be something that could actually help our world." He said.

"Well you know Eliphas and Lady Ena never truly saw eye to eye on this." Astral pointed out.

"Yeah true." Yuma agreed with a nod. "But that's all the more reason why I wanted to come here personally. I want to see this world, feel it, and speak to the people here myself and decide for myself instead through other people. Hey, maybe we could even form peace between the Barians if we actually sat down and talked."

If Nasch had a mouth he would be gaping at the pure insanity Yuma was speaking. How can someone be so... Pure and optimistic while at the same time so naive? He truly wasn’t like the other Astral beings he ever witnessed.

"You know that kind of talk would infuriate Eliphas." Astral said, but Nasch saw him smile. "But I admit if that solution truly does exist I wouldn’t mind working to claim it."

"I’m sure it does!" Yuma grinned. "And if it’s us working together I know we can find it."

Nasch blinked, taking in their words and conversation. It truly made him wonder if what they were suggesting was possible. Even now to this day Nasch could not remember how the battle between Barian World and Astral World began or who even made the first move. All he knew were the battles they have fought in and truly even he was beginning to feel the effects. It was clear these two Astral beings were different from any he had ever met. And if there was a possibility...

'I'd be taking a huge risk. Merag and Durbe would kill me for not talking about it to them first but...' He clenched his hands tightly, his mind made up.

"Ok now let’s go take a look around." Yuma grinned, about to fly.

"You're far too laxed in enemy territory." Yuma and Astral gasped quickly, turning to see Nasch stepping forward, arms crossed. They both could feel the power that emanated from him like a regal cloak of control and power.

"Wh-Who are you...?" Yuma questioned.

"My name is Nasch, King of Barian World." Nasch spoke. "And I have a proposition for you two."

[kachikirby]

Kirby: Mysterious Incident on the Pupupu Train! - Chapter 3: The Midnight Ghost Disturbance!?

Previous Chapter

Shortly after the party ended, all of the passengers returned to their rooms. For a while, everyone’s chatter echoed through the passageway, but little by little, it became quiet. The lights in the rooms one after the other were turned off. Tired from the trip, everyone crawled into bed. It was after midnight when the passengers went to sleep...

A single Waddle Dee walked through the passageway, in his hand a cup of water. King Dedede had ordered him to bring it. The Waddle Dee, who was walking slowly so as not to spill any water, stopped when he thought he heard a strange sound.

“...u...uu...u...”

It was a sad-sounding voice.

“...huh? Is there anyone there?” The Waddle Dee, his eyes wide open, looked around. There was no one there. The voice continued.

“Uu... hic... uuuuu...”

The voice was a broken sob, and it came from the other side of a certain door. However, it was a room that was used as storage, so there should have been no passengers in there. The Waddle Dee became scared. He couldn’t believe he was hearing a stifled sob coming from a room that should be empty...

At that moment, the crying suddenly grew louder.

“Uuu... UWAAAAAAAAAAAAN!”

“Eep!”

Horrified, the Waddle Dee jumped up. The momentum caused him to drop the cup he was carrying.

CRASH!

The sound of the glass breaking echoed. The sound made the Waddle Dee tremble even more.

“Wawawawawawa-!”

The Waddle Dee screamed and ran away at full speed until he reached the Waddle Dees’ room...

~~~~~~~~

The Waddle Dees who heard the story all turned pale.

“Sobbing coming from an unoccupied room?”

“N-no way! That can’t happen! You were hearing something else!”

“No! I’m sure I heard it!” The witness Waddle Dee said in a serious tone. “It was horribly sad sobbing. Like a ghost...”

“A ghost!?”

“The mere sound of that voice was enough to make my cup break into a million pieces! It must have been the voice of a ghost!”

In reality, it only broke when the Waddle Dee dropped it, but he believed it was all the ghost's fault.

“N-no way...!”

The Waddle Dees trembled.

“W-why is there a ghost on this train...?”

“How did it get in?! No, could it have slipped in with the passengers...?!”

“Everyone calm down!” Bandana Waddle Dee told his friends. “There can’t be a ghost. You need a ticket, or you can’t ride the Pupupu Train. Kirby did a good job of checking at the ticket gate, didn't he?”

“But... if it was a real ghost, you could get on the train without needing to go through the ticket gate. You could just pass through the walls!”

The Waddle Dees trembled even more.

Suddenly, the door opened with a loud noise and the Dees turned around in horror.

“KYAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!”

“THE GHOST IS HERE!!”

The one who peered into the room was King Dedede.

“Who’s the ghost?” He asked with a confused face.

“Ah... your highness!” The Waddle Dees all jumped up at once.

“Did you forget that I told you to bring me water? It’s inexcusable to ignore my orders and skip work...” Dedede said bitterly.

“Your highness, something terrible has happened!” The Waddle Dee reported.

After hearing the story, Dedede was taken aback. “A ghost crying in an unoccupied room? That can’t be! You must’ve been half asleep!”

“No, I really did hear it!”

“Hmph! That’s nonsense! I’ll go see for myself!”

Dedede then headed towards the room, but the panicked Waddle Dees clung to him.

“Your highness, it’s dangerous to go by yourself! You should call Kirby or Sir Meta Knight...!”

“You’re talking dumb. If I wake them up for such a small reason, I’ll be a laughingstock!”

Dedede advanced through the passageway without hesitation. Seeing his brave figure caused the Waddle Dees to finally regain their composure and follow after the king.

~~~~~~~~

Upon reaching the storage room, there was no noise.

“It’s quiet, isn’t it...” One Waddle Dee said in a soft voice.

Dedede looked down at the Waddle Dees.

“Did you really hear something from this room?”

The Waddle Dee who reported the ghost nodded.

“There’s no mistaking it! Earlier there was a terrifying, otherworldly crying coming from the other side of this door!”

“Well, let’s see.”

Dedede put a hand on the door.

“Y-your highness! That’s dangerous! You shouldn’t open...!” Bandana shouted.

“If we don’t open it, we won’t know if someone is in there, right?”

He reluctantly opened the door. It wasn’t locked, so it slowly opened. The room was empty except for spare blankets, towels, pillows, and others that were piled up on the edge of the wall.

“Looks like there’s no one in here.” Dedede said.

The Waddle Dees entered the room with trepidation, climbing on piles of blankets and tucking themselves in between towels, looking around for signs of a strange presence. However, they couldn’t find any.

“H-huh? That’s strange...” The witness Waddle Dee uttered in a daze.

“As I thought, you were half asleep.” Dedede said.

“It shouldn’t be... I clearly heard it...”

“Couldn’t this mean that the ghost escaped?” Bandana said.

“Where to?”

“That... I don’t know, but...”

“There’s no hiding place on the train and there’s no such thing as ghosts. Hmph! What a waste of time!”

Dedede let out a big yawn and returned to his room. The Waddle Dees also returned to their own room.

“I wasn’t half asleep. I really did hear it...” The witness Waddle Dee said in a depressed way.

“Don’t worry! I believe you!” Bandana blurted out. “The ghost passed through the walls and went outside the train! So there’s no reason to be afraid!”

“...that’s right.”

The other Waddle Dees nodded, but all their faces remained grim.

~~~~~~~~

The next night, the Waddle Dees talked in hushed voices.

“Will the ghost come again tonight...?”

“N-no way! It should already be outside the train!”

“But if there’s crying in the storeroom again...”

The Waddle Dees shuddered.

“Being scared like this will only make us more scared! I’ll go check!” Bandana boldly said.

“Bandana-senpai?!”

The other Dees clung to Bandana.

“Please don’t go! It’s too dangerous!”

“What will happen to you if you’re attacked by a ghost!?”

“It’ll be fine. Wait here, everyone.”

“You can’t go!” The Waddle Dees said altogether. “We should go together!”

“We can’t beat a ghost alone. We should go with King Dedede...” A single Dee said in a trembling voice.

Bandana shook his head.

“He clearly said “there’s no such thing as ghosts” last night, didn’t he? If you try to push it any longer, he’ll be offended.”

“That’s true, but...”

“It’ll be fine. I’m just going to go check it out. If it’s a ghost, I want everyone to run.”

The unit of Waddle Dees, with Bandana at their head, walked down the passageway.

~~~~~~~~

As they got closer to the storeroom, they could hear a stifled sobbing coming from inside.

“Uuuu... hic... ueee...”

The Waddle Dees stood at attention.

“I-I really can hear it!”

“It’s the ghost’s voice! We should call his highness, Bandana-senpai!”

Bandana hesitated, but it bothered him that the sobs sounded so sad.

“Even if it’s a ghost, wouldn’t it be better to comfort it?”

“Wh-What are you saying, Bandana-senpai?!”

“I feel sorry for it because it’s crying so much.”

He boldly opened the door.

“Hello? Is someone crying in here?”

Then the voice inside suddenly stopped. Bandana called out in a gentle voice.

“Did you open this door for me? If you wanted to talk to someone because you were sad...”

“S-senpai, senpai!”

The other Waddle Dees clung to Bandana.

“The ghost left after the door was opened!”

“This is too scary! We should run away!”

Of course, Bandana was afraid, but he couldn’t bring himself to run away like this.

“Let’s listen to them.”

He put a hand on the doorknob, however, it would not open. The door seemed to be locked from the inside. Bandana shook the knob.

“Open up! Hey, please open up!”

Just then, the Waddle Dees heard a voice from above them.

“What are you guys doing?”

The nervous and trembling Waddle Dees were surprised by that sudden voice. They turned around all together.

“KYAAH! KYAAAH! IT’S A GHOST!”

“DON’T COME NEAR ME! STAY AWAY!”

The one who picked up the crying Waddle Dee was King Dedede.

“Pipe down! It’s the middle of the night! Don’t’ be so loud!”

“Ah! Your highness!”

The Waddle Dees breathed a sigh of relief.

“We heard a faint sobbing coming from this storeroom and we were trying to open the door but...” Bandana reported.

“I don’t hear any voices.”

“The voice stopped when I tried to open the door.”

“Hmph. You must’ve heard wrong...”

King Dedede looked around at the Waddle Dees and then said, as if suddenly realizing. “...wasn’t there more of you?”

“Huh? What do you mean?”

“Ten of you total should’ve boarded. One of you isn’t here.”

“Huh? It shouldn’t be...”

Bandana counted the number of Waddle Dees and became shocked.

“Y-you’re right... there’s only nine!”

The Waddle Dees began to panic.

“What happened?! Since when?!”

“There were ten people until now!? Wasn’t he there!?”

“He...was there, right? I didn’t count but...”

“Maybe he was caught by the ghost...?!”

“KYAAAAH! KYAAAAHHH!”

“I told you to pipe down!”

Dedede pushed past the Waddle Dees and put a hand on the door.

“Open up this door or I’ll bash it in!” He shouted in a harsh voice.

With the clattering sound of a key, the door opened. What appeared was a Waddle Dee with tears in his eyes and trembling.

“...huh?!” The Waddle Dees shouted together.

“By any chance... were you the one crying in the storeroom...?”

“I... I’m sorry! I’m so sorry!” The Waddle Dee knelt on the floor, bowing his head.

Dedede then picked up the Waddle Dee.

“What the heck were you doing?”

“Well... um... I...” The Waddle Dee said as he fidgeted. “I... wanna go back to Dream Land...”

“What?”

“Um... the train’s rattling is a bit scary... and there are no forests, fields, blue skies, rain or rainbows here... and when I think about Dream Land, the more I want to go back and the more I can’t stop crying...”

“In other words, you’re feeling homesick?” Bandana said, taken aback.

“Homesick? What does that mean, Bandana-senpai?” The Waddle Dees asked.

“It means you miss your home or hometown.”

Dedede dropped the Waddle Dee he had been holding in disbelief and the Dee started crying again.

“So you shut yourself up in the closet and cried...” Bandana said.

“I’m sorry... I’m so sorry...”

“If that was the case, you should’ve said so sooner! Why did you hide it from us?” The Waddle Dee who heard the crying yesterday said.

“Well... because...” The crying Waddle Dee said as he rubbed his eyes. “I’m a member of the Waddle Dee Unit...so I have to be strong...”

“Last night, after you heard the glass break, you snuck out of the storage room and joined us in the hustle and bustle, didn't you?” Bandana said.

“...yeah.”

“Then tonight, while everyone else was talking, you snuck out of the room and cried here alone, right?”

“...yeah.”

“Geez! This Waddle Dee may be homesick, but so are you guys who can't even notice that one of your friends has disappeared! You’re slacking off!” Dedede said in a grumpy tone.

“Y-yes sir!” The Waddle Dees straightened up and spoke in unison. “We’re sorry, your highness!”

“Don't cry because you're homesick or something stupid like that. It's pathetic for a subordinate of mine!”

Hearing that, the Waddle Dee who was crying felt dejected.

“Whether it’s Dream Land or the Pupupu Train, wherever I am is where your home is! Isn’t that right?” Dedede said.

The Waddle Dee quickly raised his head.

“Or would you rather return to a Dream Land without me?”

“N-no!” The crying Waddle Dee said as he jumped up. “I want to be next to your highness! Being next to you is the best!”

“Hmph. Idiot.” Dedede turned his back to the Waddle Dees and let out a big yawn. “Go back to your room and sleep. You need it badly.”

The Waddle Dees followed after King Dedede.

While walking back, Bandana spoke. “Your highness, did you come here to find out about the mysterious crying?”

“...wha?”

“Last night, you said that there can’t be any ghosts...”

“So what?” The king looked back and stared at Bandana. “And there was actually none there.”

“Yes, but I’m glad that you came all this way to check it out.”

“Stupid. I didn’t come to check it out. I just happened to be passing by.”

“Yes! You happened to be passing by!”

King Dedede and the Waddle Dees then returned to their own rooms. Thus, the case of the mysterious crying was solved...

The next day, an even more mysterious incident befell the Pupupu Train.

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[fumifooms]

Larys & Alicent’s dinner scene analysis; the turning point

I think people generally focus on the wrong beat of the dinner scene between Alicent and Larys. So many see the “But he would be partial to me” as the most important part of it, but while I think it is important, I think it’s neither the catalyser nor the nail in the coffin.

Tldr: Larys starts off pretty dismissive/alleviates the mood at every turn, until… She says she wouldn’t let her attachment to her kids get in the way of duty/justice. This is what makes him go “oh this is serious” and go all calculating scheming mode. He starts actually replying seriously, following her line of thought and confirming he thinks like her, that he sees what the problem is and where she’s going with it. And that shift, the “you wouldn’t punish ur kid if u were in his shoes tho” “actually I would”, is what makes him do what he did with the fire of Harrenhal, the whole “kids and love are a downfall” speech, because like the interviews and he himself implies, he sees a kindred spirit in her. Wether it’s because he thinks that similarity is good reason to make them more closely tied together as political allies even if only in a blackmail way, or/and because, again like the interview says, partly he really did want to help her and feels some affection and bond with her.

There’s a limit of 10 pics per post on tumblr so I’ll make do, but if you want to see Larys’ mannerism fully I encourage you to rewatch the scene. They are very casual with each other (which is what implies the most that these dinners-meetings are a regular thing and they are familiar with each other after the decade), even if they do talk of business, him asking her what she knows about Lyonel talking to the king, her troubles with the hand and Harwin, etc. He comes across as pretty dismissive, even if friendly to Alicent instead of in a condescending way. He speaks with a light tone, with levity that doesn’t reflect the seriousness of what they’re discussing. He doesn’t really give into her point of view; he reaffirms how his father is, that the king is biased, things they both already know, and then even subtly pushes back on her argument. He doesn’t make much eye contact, he smiles, does other things like eating as they talk… It really is all very… Dismissive, like I said. It truly is the best word for it I think.

But this is the turning point.

“You wouldn’t do it if it meant exiling your child, either.” “Actually, I would.”

The joviality and nonchalance he started with disappears completely at that. He stops eating, puts his cutlery down, and never averts his stare from her for the rest of the scene. Not later, it’s *then* that the conversation shifts into a more serious and grave tone. He observes her, gives her his undivided attention and shows with his tone and body language that the subject matter is serious and he treats it as such. He gives it the due gravity it deserves, and that’s what Alicent craves. To be seen and not constantly have her worries and wants dismissed.

This. This is why he does what he does afterwards and why he gives his “love is a downfall” speech. He has compared the two of them together before, but here it is a confirmation for him that they truly do feel alike on what duty means, and that attachments must sometimes be disposed of for a grander scale. This is what gives her weight in his eyes, what makes him decide she is a queen for who he would kill his family for. If it came to it and it was the right thing to do, she would do it, too. Or so she says, but her telling Aegon “you’re no son of mine” after what he did certainly gives it weight.  He threads with a careful and serious tone as he then talks of the partiality of both Lyonel and Otto. Argues against Otto being a good choice, but not because he’s especially against it, but to counsel her and jauge her reaction. Puzzle out what she wants.

“In all of King’s Landing, is there no one to take my side?” She not only wants an ally that listens, but one that is partial to her. He can be that for her, and he will show it.

He observes.

And he thinks of his next move.

[holding-monsters-hands]

hi u already KNOW who it is but i have a kinda outta the ordinary one. like yk i ship dennis x rocky n if u have no interest in it or r uncomfortable w it you don’t have to write this but could u POSSIBLY….make a hc list of rocky x dennis stuff. like general stuff maybe sum romance or very sweet stuff, maybe angst in the middle or something here n there i’ll take anything u have to offer guh ily muah

ABSOLUTELY I LOVE THE DYNAMIC YOUVE CREATED FOR THEM ITS SO CUTE <33

Dennis x rocky HCS

Dennis is rocky’s #1 helper! whether it’s reminding him to take his meds, to eat, or just helping him get up in the mornings, he’s always there <3

Rocky just, absolutely adores dennis and constantly lets him know that through acts of service or verbally

actions wise he’ll help clean up dennis’ room whenever it’s messy and dennis has no urge to clean, or just by fixing his messy hair and making it look all nice.

verbally, rocky is the cheesy nicknames KING- and it always flusters the hell out of dennis, stuff like “Handsome, big man, sweetheart, cutie, etc.”

another thing they do is try to plan little dates for themselves just to keep things exciting! although the dates themselves are pretty toned down, usually just cuddles and a movie or a candle-lit dinner!

Though I need to mention that rocky does have some.. rough days. He’s getting old, especially his mind- and there are times where he forgets where he is, and what’s going on and just spirals into a confused breakdown.

It’s mostly PTSD related, however dennis immediately tries to come to the rescue- going to give him gentle reminders as to what’s going on, where he is and that he is completely safe and loved.

it doesn’t work immediately most of the time, but it does help get rocky to deescalate. And he just.. appreciates his silly boyfriend so much <33

[seriouslydidijustdothat]

Fallen King readers will be happy to know I’ve almost completed yet another scene from ep14 (in ch7). So I actually wrote wayyyy more than 6 sentences today! But I’ll post... from one scene... 👀

Far from his typical cold demeanor, this Shin Myeong-hwi looked—sinister. His tone was curt, temper likely even shorter, Hyeok-u had no intention of drawing further attention to himself.

Unused to the cold grip of silent alarms running from his neck down his spine, he stumbled on his reply, though made sure to keep his head bowed as long as possible. “You… You’re back.”

He hadn’t heard the door close, nor had his father commented on his unsightly appearance, which felt very out of character, and that, more than anything, made him follow the urge to look over his shoulder.

His father still stood where he’d emerged, unmoving in front of his lit office, staring intently at Hyeok-u with—

[wrenwreads]

wardrobe malfunctions

lady saves the day

pairing/s: edmund pevensie x princesss!reader

warnings: nothing

genre: fluff (idk rlly), strangers-to-friends

word count: 1.3k

a/n: i had an idea for this and literally i don’t even know what i wrote lmao. i had a vision but the vision was not seen afterwards. the kingdom mentioned in this fic is also like extra fictional so it doesn’t exist in narnia and is from my own head. i hope u still enjoy. once again, requests and questions are open 🫶

She could feel her hand itching. Itching to reach his shoulders and turn him around just to fix his up-turned collar and the bit of fabric that had managed to tuck itself in to his trousers.

The only problem being —

She hasn’t introduced herself yet.

High Kings and Queens of Narnia were way too busy entertaining a huge crowd around them, and based from her own experiences — she doesn’t want to involve herself just yet. So she waited.

But after seeing King Edmund’s wardrobe malfunctions, she was more than frustrated.

She doesn’t even know why she cared so much. Surely the king is able to do it himself. Maybe it was because of the annoying voice of her mum at the back of her head that constantly told her to fix the sleeves of her dress growing up. Or the idea that maybe someone will have noticed it themselves and decided to humiliate the king instead of helping — Aslan knows why people choose to do that rather than be the martyr.

So she stood at the corner — much to her parent’s dismay — and waited.

It came at last. Everyone decided to start dancing around the ball and she took her chance.

Her mother had introduced her to a kind gentleman, who she took the opportunity with to bring to the dance circle. “Just to let you be aware, I’m not looking for anything,” she said, pointedly looking at the man whose hand was on her waist. He chuckles, “Glad we are on the same page, my lady, for I have someone in particular very close to my heart,” he spoke, his tone full of adoration. She smiled, patting him on the shoulder as they both continued dancing. “I wish you all the best of luck. I am sure she is one beautiful lady.”

Three songs later and she finally made it closer to the king. Who — even after all those twists and turns — still wasn’t able to fix himself. She could only sigh at this point. They had switched partners a long time ago. Now she was with a lovely faun — Mr. Tumnus, he had introduced himself — and he had her smiling throughout their dance together. He was a lovely and kind faun indeed, no wonder the young Queen Lucy was so fond of him.

“I’ll see you around my lady, have fun with the king.”

And just like that, he spun her out of his arms and in to the arms of the one and only King Edmund the Just.

“Hello, your majesty”

She couldn’t help but not ignore how his eyes had widened briefly. “Hi”.

The timid answer from him had her smiling in pity. She almost felt bad for what she was going to do after. “Turn around,” she ordered under her breath. Edmund furrowed his brows in confusion, ducking his head down. “What?”

“I said turn around”.

It was probably from the way she had to grit her teeth to avoid shouting, but Edmund confusingly obliged.

Still moving their feet around, she began her mission.

Edmund suddenly felt fabric being pulled off his neck and other from his waist. Somehow, he felt more comfortable than before. The lady before him must have noticed, for she only smiled kindly when she turned him around. “You’re welcome,” she said, before doing a curtsy and leaving him behind on the dance floor.

It was when he only noticed the music had stopped and everyone else had too, catching their breaths. He brought his hand up to his collar — only to realise at why she had done the action so. Edmund looked around the room to look for her, but she was nowhere to be found. He mentally cursed himself for not introducing himself beforehand and catching her name.

Edmund made his way to where his siblings were stood, who were already looking at him incredulously. “What’s the matter this time?” Lucy asked. Edmund sighed heavily, a hand coming up to his face to wipe around his mouth. He looked back at his siblings, more so at Susan, the action not going unnoticed by the older girl. “Do you have something to say Ed?”

“Just… don’t get angry at me,” he reasoned out.

Susan only raised one eyebrow. Edmund took this as his signal, taking a big breath in before he spoke. “During the dance, I got to be partnered up with this girl…”

"I don't understand your problem?"

"Well... I thought she was a bit overbearing at first, telling me to turn around, but I followed and she sort of... fixed my collar and tail for me," he finished sheepishly, pursing his lips upon seeing Susan's almost horrified expression. "Didn't I tell you to fix yourself bef—"

"I did, Su! I promise, I did."

"It didn't sound like it. Did you thank her, at least?"

His silence was an enough answer for Susan. The older girl rolled her eyes, trying her best to keep her demeanor calm as they were after all, still at the party. Peter and Lucy, the ever so supportive siblings they were, only stood quiet — their chuckles making Edmund grit his teeth, refraining himself from uttering a single word to them. "What was she wearing? So we can thank her," Susan asked, her eyes searching around the ballroom.

Edmund dug through his brain for an answer.

"White, sort of, almost cream dress."

"That's helpful."

He rolled his eyes at the sarcastic remark.

"And, I don't know? Gold detailing—"

"Gold!?"

Lucy's outburst had caught Edmund's attention. What was so important about one dress that had gold in it?

"Why? What's with that ma—"

"Edmund..." Lucy scrunched her face in sympathy. Edmund had never been so confused in his whole life. He looked at Peter for an answer, although he wish he hadn't, for the smirk that had grown on his brother's face made him want to punch it off. "You may or may not have humiliated yourself in front of the Princess of Luvaria."

“Wha— what do you mean?”

“Did you already forget? The princess is literally known for the gold she puts on her dresses.”

Edmund pouts. "I did not humiliate myself," he argued.

"Your face says other wise, Ed."

The next morning, Edmund woke up frantic. The events of the night before frizzling his mind, he almost didn’t fall asleep.

Her name’s Y/N. Princess Y/N rather. From Luvaria. From all places, she had to be the Princess of Luvaria.

He was too caught up in his thoughts that he hadn’t registered the voice talking to him.

“You’re majesty, are you alright?”

He blinked once. Twice. And suddenly, it was the Princess of Luvaria’s eyes on his. “Yes— yes! I’m alright, it’s just the early morning— you know and oh! Bloody hell where are my manners, good morning, you’re majesty,” he stumbled, body falling down in to a curtsy. The young lady in front of him only giggled, grabbing his shoulders to stand him up right again. “None of that, your majesty. It’s Y/N to you. Although, I should be the one showing my respect, it is your kingdom after all,” she commented, gracefully bowing into a curtsy herself.

Edmund took the short moment to observe her. She was royalty, all right. With all her gracefulness and elegance, she lives up for the status of Luvaria. She looked more casual this time around, an everyday dress hugging her figure compared to the extravagant white and gold gown she had the night before.

“None of that either… Y/N,” the princess smiled warmly at the use of her name, “Edmund will do just fine. Have you had any breakfast yet?”

The question had her shaking her head as a no. Edmund smiled, offering his elbow for her, “Should we go together, then?”. Y/n accepted, placing her hand on the crook before the two walked together to the dining hall. “I must say Edmund, you look quite out together this morning,” she said. Edmund had to fight the urge to choke on air, desperately and silently trying to clear his throat. He was failing however as the princess beside was smirking. “Thank you — by the way — for last night,” he spoke, glancing down at her face.

“I hope you didn’t get into to much trouble.”

“Not really, mainly just Susan’s.”

thanks for reaching the end!!! hope u enjoyed, constructive criticism is highly appreciated and welcomed. xoxo

[kilbygrl]

nah they’ve had sex before!! (Maybe they take 3 days off before the wedding to be a little touch starved idk, whatever u choose!!) 🥰

original request: ok but sweet n slow post marriage reception sex w Jack, and then FREAK NASTYYYY SEX (or the other way around lol)

warnings: dirty talk, unprotected sex.

a/n: tbh, i didnt get the nasty sex part right, so this is more a sweet sex post marriage, but i included a bit of dirty talk, so i hope you like it 😁 but if you want to ask another freaky nasty sex, in another context, you can too. i just couldn't fit right in this one! <3 thanks for the ask, anon!

“I can’t believe you’re really my wife” Jack kisses your face, taking you to bed in bridal style.  

“And I’ll be for the rest of our life” you can’t hold a smile. 

You have never feel that happy. The marriage was everything that you wanted and more. Jack made sure it was perfect, doing everything with you. Tasted cake with you, picked the flowers, choose the place,ye the colors, the drinks, the food, the decoration. He had a saying in everything and you couldn’t had choose a better man to be your husband. 

“You look so pretty with that dress, but I’ll have to take it out of you” he stood behind you, unbuttoning the dress, little by little “I love you so much, wife” he presses kisses on your back, making you breath out loudly. 

You haven’t had any physical contact with Jack besides kissing and hugging for the last week. Mostly because you didn’t had time, but you wanted to wait a little for the big day, and have awesome married sex. You were so touched starved that only his fingers ghosting over your skin were making you crazy. 

“I missed touching you so much, ma. Nothing feel as good as your skin” he takes the stripes of the dress, letting it slide down your body. He leaves long slow kisses along your neck, hands wondering on your skin. You breathe heavily, enjoying your husband lips on you “My wife” 

“My husband” you say with a smile, turning around, and holding his face, connecting his lips on yours.  

You spend a lot of time just kissing and touching each other, his hands holding your waist, sticking your body to his. Your fingers unbutton his shirt, and you kiss the little freckles on his shoulder. On a blink of an eye, you two are in the king-size bed, he’s on top of you, taking off his pants as you look at him like he’s your favorite piece of art. 

“You look so hot with that innocent look in your eyes, but we both know you’re not innocent, don’t we baby?” he says with his usually cocky tone, making you squirm. 

“Can you just fuck me already?” you beg, taking his hands and putting them you your boobs. 

“Yeah? You want me to fuck you?” you nod, looking into his shining blue eyes “Whatever my wife wants, she gets” he squeezes your boobs before going straight to the waistline of your underwear, taking it of slowly, leaving kisses on your thighs, opening them wide “Sweetheart, I can see you dripping for me. I bet you’ve been wet the whole night”  

“Yeah, you look hot in a suit. Can you blame me?” he shakes his head, smiling. 

“I’m going to slide so good in you. So easy. You’re never going to forget this night” he says, taking his hands to your clit, stimulating it as you moan on his ear “Shit baby, I need to be inside you ASAP”  

He takes off his underwear, positioning himself in your entrance, slowly pushing his cock inside you. As soon he’s all in, he goes down to kiss you, thrusting into you, one of his hands going down your arm, until he’s holding yours. You two spend long minutes there, moaning, loving each other as he whispers sweet things in your ear. 

“I’m almost there” you say to him, and in the same time his free hand goes back to your clit “A little faster, please, love”

He listens to you, increasing his movements and kissing your neck. You’re kinda lost, feeling it building in your belly, not holding any moans, letting him know how good he’s making you feel. 

“I’m going to cum inside you, darling. Gonna make you more mine than you already are” he whispers in your ear, going fast with his fingers “Come for me, baby. I know you want to, please” 

And only with that, you let it go, feeling your body tremble a little. A few seconds later, he comes too, moaning loudly, and making you feel his hot cum inside you. You hold his face, making him look into your eyes. He kisses you with so much passion, that you forget the whole world around you. 

“I’m going to make you the happiest wife in the whole world, ma” he gets out of you, laying on the bed. 

“I already am, honey” you run your hands through his curls, giving him a peck. 

And on that note, he takes you to the bathroom, taking care of you, giving you a bath and a handful more of orgasms that night, saying that his wife must be pleased the whole time.