#LATE VALENTINES IDEA AHHH

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guys gift-giving is not a competition

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[amournoir]

Happy valentines sweet Aurora ♡♡

I want to request a chains and whips with Elijah ♡♡ (of course) & add some sugar daddy spice if you don't mind.

Ruined

pairing(s): elijah mikaelson x f!reader

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warning(s): smut {boob/nipple play, spanking, anal gaping, toys, vulgar words?}

author’s note: ahhh lovie! thank you so much for the request, i truly hope you enjoy it. i love you so much 🤍

It was the day Y/N dreaded the most. The one day of the year that everyone collectively somehow agreed to show their love to their partners. It was the day money would be wasted on the same old roses, same tooth rotting chocolates, and same oversized teddy bears. If you haven’t guessed it yet, it was Valentine’s Day. 

Y/N groaned as she rolled around in her bed, trying to figure out what she’ll do. Being outside was absolutely not an option, the last she wanted was a front row view of the disgusting displays of affection. No she wanted something simple yet exciting, not public but also would be okay with some privacy. She smirked as her head concocted a beautifully sinful idea. She rolled over to the head of her bed and reached over her nightstand, grabbing her phone all the while. She quickly unlocked it and sent a text all in less than a minute. She waited what felt like ages but was probably a minute or two before her phone beeped. She grinned at her plan that was working so far. 

Half an hour later, she was getting dressed in front of her mirror. She put on the skimpiest, leaving absolutely nothing to the imagination, white lingerie set. Her deep plunging skintight dark maroon dress choked her curves in all the right places. She topped it off with the classic black stilettos that had red bottoms. After appreciating her figure, she grabbed her phone and shoved it in one bra then her keys and shoved it in the other one. 

It took her almost twenty minutes to get there but she convinced herself that it’d be okay. It’s better to be fashionably late than early or godforbid on time. Y/N got out of her taxi cab and walked down the brightly lit streets of the French Quarter. Music, cheers, and laughter could be heard before you saw what was happening. As she knew it, couples were standing around being lovey and gross. She made a face as she quickly walked down the street towards the most notorious family home. A bouncer stopped her at the front, she merely pulled out her phone from her bra and pressed the recently dialed number. The man over the phone spoke a simple ‘she’s fine’ and the bouncer let her in. 

Y/N hung up and walked in through the metal gates, the music was getting louder and louder at every step she took. Soon she stood in the courtyard, surrounded by exotic dancers in valentine’s attire. She looked around and noticed how obvious the theme was and instantly knew a certain blonde girl was behind this whole party. A waiter passed her by and she reached for the glass of champagne before he left, downing it instantly and grabbed another glass. 

“Easy love, you’ve only just arrived.” There was that charming accent she somewhat loathed. 

Y/N smiles politely then downed the other glass like a shot, not-so-politely. “Stalking me already?” 

He smirks at her slight defiance, “Perhaps. Or maybe the party’s just got here.” He offers his elbow. 

She smiles at him and hurriedly places her two empty glasses on the other waiter’s trays before he walks away. She turns to face him then looks down at his arm. She shrugs and loops her arm through his, he begins dragging her around the compound. They chit chat briefly on useless topics, occasionally Y/N scans the room but this doesn’t go unnoticed by him. 

“Already bored of me love?” He feigns offense, placing his hand over his chest. 

Y/N quickly looks at him, caught red handed by him due to her lack of interest. “No. Just wondering where the rest of your family is. It’s your party isn’t it?” 

“Actually it’s Rebekah’s, something she’s been sure to let everyone know.” He leans against the metal railing as he looks down into the crowd. “Kol is somewhere here with Davina and I suppose my brother is in his office brooding as usual.” 

“He doesn’t brood.” Y/N quickly retorts without thinking. 

“Oh?” He smiles, his interest now piqued. “Tell me then. What does he do?” 

“I don’t know, I just don’t think he broods.” Y/N lies. 

The man stares at her for what seems like a long while, trying to decipher the thoughts ping ponging around her head. “So once again…” Klaus leans much closer to her, his breath fanning against her ear. “…what, pray tell, does my dear older brother do?” 

Y/N opens her mouth to respond but all that comes out are stutters so she quickly closes it. She tries to move aside but his figure is larger than hers and easily blocks her exits. She’s left with nothing to do but lean on the stone wall behind her, placing her palms flat against it hoping its coolness might relax her now racing heart. Her mind is speeding through different directions, trying to figure out how to leave him without angering him or dragging attention to herself. 

Klaus watches as she tries to find ways to escape, he can hear the quickening pace of her heart. He smirks and opts to startle her by slamming his hand on the wall, right next to her face. She jumps alert, her hand flying to her chest. He chuckles at her reaction, gaze lingering on her plunging neckline. He uses his free hand to slide up her belly towards her breasts, stopping just short of the actual cleavage area. His eyes flick upwards to hers and he catches her watching him, with a cheeky smile, he drags his hand further up until it stops on the base of her neck. 

“Such a pretty neck.” He says so very casually. His fingers wrap around it and Y/N lets out a sudden groan. “Is this perhaps what he does?” 

Y/N doesn’t know if she should even answer that. She remains quiet and hopes he’ll grow bored of her nonparticipation eventually. Before she can utter a word, a voice is heard from her left hand side. “Leave her.” 

Klaus smirks and tightens his grip around Y/N’s neck. “Brother. We were just talking about you.” 

“I won't say it again Niklaus.” 

The hybrid reluctantly releases Y/N, raising his arms up, and takes a step back. He continues to step away, still that smug smile on his face, until he’s further away from her and gone. Y/N lets out a heavy breath she wasn’t aware she had been holding onto. 

“Are you alright?” 

She feels around her throat, massaging the slightly reddened skin. She nods as she looks at him. “Thank you.” 

“You shouldn’t thank me. I would’ve let him continue just so I could hear your answer but something tells me you’d sooner blackout.” 

You turn and face him, an incredulous look on your face, “You— really?” 

He merely shrugs. “Consider me curious my dear.” He walks, no stalks, slowly toward her and abruptly stops in front of a pair of closed french doors. Wordlessly, he ushers her in and waits until she’s inside to shut the frosted glass doors behind them.  

Y/N stands in the middle of the guest bedroom, taking in the view. It’s a normal room with a bed, a nightstand, a plush seat and dresser but it doesn’t look like it at all. There are old paintings on the wall, the decor such as the rug and curtains are from a different time period. It’s like sleeping in a room bathed in history but existing in the present. 

This was why she enjoyed being around the family. The things they’ve seen and heard are far more valuable to her than anything in existence. It’s actually how she and the older Mikaelson met. A year ago she had been gifted museum tickets for her birthday and there was no chance she’d pass it up. She was quick to book a date at the location and when the day came, she was ready. You’d think she was a tourist with the armful of pamphlets and a camera hanging around her neck. She wasn’t even aware of the existence of supernatural beings until that day. Y/N and him found each other in the halls of the Louvre; she was admiring longingly for a time that wasn’t hers and he was reminiscing a time he missed. 

Y/N was utterly lost in her imagination that she didn’t hear a lick of what he said. He had to physically touch her to pull her out of the spell the tapestries had her in. She apologized, embarrassed by her lack of awareness, and he smiled at her ability to shut out the world, something he was quite good at. Their conversation was long, she had questions and he somehow seemed to have all the answers. Something about her interest and thirst for history fueled him, so much so that he straight up told her how he knew what he knew. Her reaction was peculiar. She wasn’t afraid, she wasn’t impressed…she simply just didn’t know how to feel. 

Over the days she spent in France, he showed her all the memorable places especially where the history was rich. She walked through halls that once withheld so much power of kings and queens, lands that once belonged to the people who would ignite the revolutionary wars. Her body was giddy with excitement as her imagination ran wild listening to his stories. He loved how she appreciated and adored history, this would perhaps explain why he kept her very close to him. In over a thousand years, it was a rare occurrence that he met someone like her. When her trip was done, she left with a journal full of French history and her mind full of the supernatural. 

They met monthly, speaking of quite literally anything until one night there was far less talking than they were each used to. She was out celebrating a friend’s engagement, had far too much to drink and no clue how to get herself home safely. Without a thought, she dialed his number and minutes later he pulled up in a matte black car and his signature suit. Her friends truly thought he was hers and she would’ve quickly corrected them but her drunken state mixed with slight desire had her possessively holding onto his arms. Somehow that wasn’t enough for one of the women, she dared try to have a flirty banter with him, something Y/N wasn’t going to allow. Once again, with no thought behind those eyes of hers, she turned in his arms and kissed him. That small decision changed their relationship completely. 

“I’ve lost you again.” His voice pulls her from her memories. 

“Hm– what? No.” 

He raises his full thick brow at her, “Alright then answer me.” 

Mute…that’s what she became. She didn’t hear a damn thing he said, she didn’t even know he was talking. Her brain tried to remember the last thing he said before they entered the room but nothing came to her. She sighs and looks at him, “Okay fine, guilty. What was the question?” 

He crosses the room from the french doors to her spot next to the painting above the fireplace. Gently, he tucks her hair behind her ear and admires her. He pulls her face close to his until they are mere inches apart, lips almost brushing against each other’s. Y/N was practically salivating, her not-so-subtle gulp drew his eyes to her throat. “What do I do…” He begins, then continues and clarifies, “…to you?”

“This.” She quickly replies, hoping he’d give her what she came for. 

“What exactly is ‘this’?” He asks but knows exactly what she meant. He just wants to hear the words from her lips. 

Y/N’s gaze holds his, forcing herself not to look away or falter even for a moment. “Heard, seen, cared for, and so on.” 

He smiles sweetly and takes a step back from her, giving her a moment to breathe and relax herself. Once his senses pick up on the resting beat of her heart, he uses his vampiric abilities to grab her and take her to his room. In a blur, she is on his bed and tossed on her back, the silk sheets beneath her felt familiar and soft. Her eyes widened but not in surprise or shock, not at all, in absolute joy. She tries to pull herself up into a seated position but he’s quick to push her back down. 

“Now where did we leave off?” 

“I answered you already.” 

“My dear you and I both know that’s not the complete truth. Shall I ask again?” He questions, reaching over into the drawers of the nightstand for something. He hides it behind him, enjoying how her eyes flicker around in anticipation. 

“I don’t…I don’t know what you want me to say.” She lies seamlessly, shaking her head all the while. She had been in his room several times but never once had she looked for an escape like now. Even if she did manage to somehow get out of the room, she’d barely make it one step down the hall before he hauled her right back inside. 

“Hmm.” He hums, still holding that little smile. “I suppose I’ll just have to drag it out of you.” 

“Elijah wait—” She begins but her words are quickly cut off. In yet another blur, her hands are bound in handcuffs above her head to the headboard posts, same with her legs. Her skintight dress stretches and naturally rolls up, settling on her hips. 

The man reaches back to her zipper and expertly slides it down. His hands slowly tug and pull the dress off of her, leaving her in her skimpy white lace lingerie. Elijah sucks in a sharp breath, his pupils slowly dilating. She looks utterly sinful right now. Her arms and legs are spread apart in four different directions, leaving her completely helpless and exposed to him. He takes off his tie, undoes his cufflinks, unbuttons his wrist cuffs, and undresses himself torturously slowly. 

Y/N could do nothing but watch him tease her with his impromptu trip show. He removes every bit of clothing except his underwear that was hugging his firm ass. “Take it off.” Y/N demands, already hot and bothered just from his stripping. 

He smirks and ignores her as he gets onto his bed, settling down between her spread legs. The bag he had retrieved from the drawer had lots of goodies, all of which he knows she’ll appreciate. He removes them one by one, showing it off. First up is a pair of nipple clamps. He reaches up to her covered mounds and pinches each one, earning himself a moan from Y/N’s lips. He doesn’t remove the bra but instead opts to pull the breasts from their confines and they spill out into his hands. Slow gentle massages is all she can feel, his cool palms on her hot flesh makes for a delicious combination. Right as she’s comfortable, he pinches one nipple and pulls at it, snapping the metal clamp on it then repeats to the other one. Once done, both clamps are firmly placed on her hardened buds, there’s a metal chain attached to each clamp. 

Elijah admires her new piece of jewelry and playfully tugs on the chain, eliciting a groan from Y/N. Proud of himself but still not satisfied, he continues on. The second item is a small red oval shaped thing. She’s confused but before she can ask, he presses a button on it and it buzzes to life. Oh no. She knew he had once mentioned this but only because he caught her masturbating, she didn’t think he’d ever purchase it though. There’s not much he wants to do with it but he thinks that it will prepare her for him so he turns it to a medium setting, slightly lifts her panties aside and inserts it into her already wet cunt. 

There are still several more items in the black bag but he only grabs two more then tosses the plastic bag on the dresser. Her eyes damn near pop out of their socket as they stare at the long incredibly girthy dildos in his hands. Earlier that night, she had no plans but didn’t want to be alone so she may or may not have texted him asking to be thoroughly satisfied and who was he not to indulge her. This is how she found herself at her current state completely at his mercy. 

“One last time Y/N.” He begins, a hint of warning in his voice. “What do I do to you?” 

Stubborn as a mule, she refuses to answer but all this does is solidify his reasoning to punish her. He nods his head, he knew she wouldn’t answer him but he had to make it clear that he had given her several chances. Elijah’s fingers trace over the band of her panties, Y/N’s body jumps at the contact. She had been quietly mewling, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of giving in. He rips it in half then in half again, scattering the tiny cloth now in pieces over the side of his bed. 

Her bare pussy was now fully exposed to him. It has a light pink color to it and swollen, shaven but not fully, it had a stubble. He watched how her muscles would contract to try and pull the little red toy inside its depths yet fail each time. At the same time, her ass clenched as well, he could see the puckered hole tightly shut. He wasn’t having that. His fingers played with her clit, pulling a moan from her lips and making her muscles relax for a split second but that’s all he needed. The instant her asshole opened, he teased the tip of the clear dildo at the entrance. 

“Open or I will make you.” This was a command, not a request. 

“Eli please, not that.” She says, her heaving chest and heavy breath clear. “It’s big— just put it in my pussy instead.” 

He chuckles in a low yet devious manner. He moves his left hand from her clit and to her ass cheeks, soothingly rubbing the plump flesh. His other hand places the toy down and joins in. Soon Y/N’s lips are releasing sounds of sighs and just like that, she feels a loud thwack on her rear side. She had closed her eyes for a moment to enjoy what she thought was him being sweet but he had somehow managed to unlock her bound legs and lift them upwards. He pushes them to her chest, almost folding her in half. 

Her ass was now easily accessible to him. Another thwack was heard, this time leaving an impression of his hand on her rear. One hand is holding her legs firmly in place while the other begins to slap her asshole and pussy. An ungodly sound emits from her lips but all it does is spur him on. He slaps both holes once again, she clenches then relaxes. This little game carries on for a while until she’s a writhing, moaning mess for him. During it, he had turned up the vibration speed of the toy inside her and to his surprise, her body squirted at him. She apologized but he grinned, eyes filled with lust. 

Now here she was: thighs covered in her previous squirts, pussy swollen and red, and his lower abdomen with traces of her little release. Her begging and pleading only made him want to ruin her some more and oh the plans he had for her. Elijah has been paying close attention to her hole which was now relaxed, he takes the opportunity to insert the clear toy. It’s a tight fit but he was determined to take her one way or another, if he wasn’t in control of himself, he’d just shove inside her and deal with the consequences later. But thankfully that wasn’t the case. 

Y/N moans as the toy continues its nonstop vibrating assault inside her. In a moment of brief relaxation, she feels the dildo enter her uncharted territory. Her eyes fly open as she lifts her head up and looks down between her thighs. Elijah locks eyes with her as he smirks, pushing the toy all the way inside, and sighing proudly. Y/N is speechless. She’s never had anything in there until today and something tells her this won’t be a one-time thing. Slowly and steadily, he thrusts the clear toy inside her tight crevice and out, continuing this pace for a while. 

Once he is sure she’s ready, he practically rips his own underwear off and lines himself up. The toy has a feature that Y/N is unaware of and Elijah is more than happy to show off. He presses a button and almost immediately, it comes alive and thrusts itself in and out of her. Fully pleased with himself, he smiles gleefully and replaces the little red toy inside her pussy with his own cock. 

“Fuck!” Y/N exclaims, unaccustomed to being double penetrated. 

Elijah doesn’t give her a moment to breathe, his thumb presses on her clit as he thrusts in and out of the familiar wetness. His right hand is holding one of her legs around his waist, offering him a slightly different angle. All that can be heard in the room is the vibrating toy in her ass, the squelching sounds of him fucking her, and their combined moans. In all of the centuries he had been alive, he’d never once done this and it was arousing as fuck to him. The thin flesh separating her two holes made it incredibly easy for him to feel the vibrations as well. 

Her eyes roll back to her head, lips are parted, face is scrunched, and her rather large tits bounce at each impact of his thrusts. She writhes around the silky mattress, whining and moaning about. He can feel her getting closer to her release and he wants nothing more than for her to come undone. 

He leans forward, dropping her leg from his waist, further burying himself inside her. “Let go for me sweetheart.” It’s a simple sweet sentence but it has her calling out his name as her squishy pink walls squeeze his cock tightly, groaning out her release. “Good girl,” He whispers softly in her ear, kissing it. He stays still within her, letting her come down from her high and basking in her pleasure brought on by him. 

After a sweet moment of sweet nothings being whispered between them, he pulls himself up and abruptly exits her core. His precum mixes with hers and he watches it leak out slowly. He lowers his head, settling between her thighs and begins to lick up her juices, humming against her cunt. He slurps and drinks it all, his tongue enters and sucks as much as he can reach. Y/N tugs on the cuffs on the posts, finding it infuriating that she can’t push him closer or away for that matter. Elijah chuckles at the sight, he loves seeing her bound and weak and needy for him. He dives back down and swirls his tongue around her clit, nipping at it very gently but that’s all it takes to make her come undone once again. He eagerly tilts his head down to her pussy, allowing her cum to slide into his mouth and down his throat. 

“You taste absolutely divine.” He moans, sucking in his teeth. He positions himself again and grabs his member in his hand, tapping it on her overly sensitive hole. “Round two my dear?” 

“Eli I can’t— please. It’s too much.” She pleads, her breath trembling in anticipation. 

“Is it?” He muses teasingly. “Tell me what I want to know.” 

“And I can go? We’ll be done?” She asks. 

He flicks at her swollen clit and her hips jerks upwards, a gasp escaping her lips. He does it again then again and before he can do it one more time, she blurts out. “You make me wet.” 

He smiles, “Continue.” 

“Every time I see you, I can’t stop thinking of you fucking me. It doesn’t matter where we are or who is there. Your pet names for me…make me soaking wet. When I see couples— I…I imagine it to be us, doing all the things they do, especially the sex. When we’re alone in a room, I have to fight the urge to pounce on you.” Y/N confesses, a glimmer of softness and desire evident in her eyes. “That’s what you do to me. You make me hungry for you and…” She pushes her hips towards his, holding his gaze. “…I want you to ruin me. Please Eli— have me however you desire.” 

Elijah leans towards her face and gently kisses her, it’s slow and loving. They make out passionately for a moment, his hands tracing her curves. They stop and look into one another’s eyes, saying nothing yet everything at the same time. He kisses her again, mumbling softly against her lips, “I’ve been waiting 8 months for that. Fucking your sweet little pussy continuously for days and weeks on end.” His tongue licks her jawline, tracing to her ear. “You’ve always been mine but I’m more than willing to break you and mold you into my perfect toy.” 

If someone could cum just from words, Y/N would turn his bed into a pool. He kisses his way down from the shell of her ear to her neck then the valley of her boobs, tugging the nipple clamps, down to her sweaty belly and her warm nether regions. He fixes their positions: he’s on his knees in front of her ready holes and she’s laying on her backside, arms bound in cuffs, and her legs are lifted up and over her chest, her knees practically touching her shoulders. 

Elijah hocks some saliva from his throat, letting the slobber drip out from his mouth and directly into her asshole that is open thanks to his right hand fingers. Y/N stares at the erotic scene before her and accidentally queefs. He chuckles at the bodily reaction but she groans in embarrassment. He spits into her open hole one again, ensuring she’s well prepped. 

“Wait, there again?” She asks, watching him looming over her. 

“It’s such a pretty hole Y/N, why would I ever pass the opportunity to defile it?” 

“But you did Eli— the dildo?” She says but she knows damn well a fake dick versus his are absolutely not the same. 

“Darling if anything is going to ruin that tight virgin asshole of yours, it’ll be my fucking cock.” Elijah says, grunting as he manages to push himself halfway through. With another grunt, he fully bottoms out and sighs. 

He remains inside her ungodly tight anal cavity, his cock feels as though it’s being choked. He tries to pull out but nothing, even with all that saliva and him fucking her with that toy, she’s not any looser. It takes a little while for him to pull himself in and out of her cavern without ripping her a new one. He dislikes this slow pace but he knows he must loosen her up first so he keeps at it until soon she’s moaning and her muscles relax. 

In no time at all, he buries himself in her to the hilt, and pulls out then does it again and again. Y/N had never seen the pleasure in having anal sex but now she craved nothing else. The constant pounding that was occurring inside her walls was making her deliriously happy. Her lips are parted, gasping and moaning, if you squint you could hear the panting as well. Her head is tossed back, a show of her surrender to his onslaught work. Elijah had long forfeited the idea of gentleness, his heightened senses were turning him primal. He grabs both of her legs, his fingers digging into her thighs, as he rides her asshole at an inhumane speed. Her pleas and cries were falling on deaf ears, he only sought after his own release. 

She cums and moans loudly, her body convulsing underneath him. Still he doesn’t stop and truthfully she doesn’t want him to. She is beyond overstimulated but something in her mind snaps and makes her want more. She is hungry for him, to become whatever he wishes. His movements has the bed rocking and creaking, he has never been so aggressive but fuck if it wasn’t hot. One hand reaches for the chain and tugs on it, pulling at her clamped nipples. Y/N squeals in surprise, she thought those were simply for his visual pleasure. He tugs again and again, enjoying the yelps falling off her lips. 

Elijah’s eyes were pitch black, fully consumed by his desire for her. His hands are back on her thighs and his body is pressing down on hers. The closer he moves to her, the deeper his thrusts into her ass are. He maneuvers around so that his left hand hikes her thigh over his waist while his right hand holds onto her neck. He squeezes it, watching her eyes flutter shut. His breath is fanning her ear as he whispers words of encouragement with some good old filth. 

“Your asshole is wrapped tight around my cock princess, so needy aren’t you?” 

She merely nods, unable to utter any words or even think. 

He bites her earlobe, groaning into it as he continues to pound into her. “I’m close Y/N. I’ll fucking paint those walls cream.” 

“Fuck yesss. Do ittt,” She drawls, utterly spent yet still willing to take more. 

He immediately tightens his grip on her neck, “Manners.” 

“Sorry daddy. Please please cum in my ass, fill it up please.” Y/N begs, her words strained. 

“Daddy?” He says, tasting the unfamiliar word on his tongue. He grins widely and rails her with renewed vigor. “I can work with that.” 

Y/N’s hands grab onto her binds tightly, afraid that it’ll break any moment due to Elijah’s unrelenting powerful thrusts. He lets out a deep guttural moan and stills inside her, his cock twitching before exploding inside the furthest depths of her uncharted hole —well until now— and covers every inch in his warm cream colored cum. She squeals at the foreign sensation, she can feel him inside and even his release which warms her. 

He kisses her ears, her cheek, her chin, and lastly her lips, swallowing her moans. His left hand unwraps her leg from his waist and slips in between them, finds her clit and uses his vampiric speed to rub it quickly. Y/N’s soft cries are muffled by his mouth, she tightens her legs around him and he takes the simple signal. His fingers continue their work until she’s coming on his hand once again. He manages to make her squirt once more, her moans fall uncontrollably from her lips. 

He pulls out of her hole, groaning all the while, and collapses on top of her. She tries to regain her breathing, her chest rising and falling quickly. Elijah reaches over the nightstand to retrieve the key, unlocking her cuffs. Y/N sighs in relief, massaging her wrists gently. He takes her hands and peppers soft kisses on the red marks. With a lot of effort, she grunts and rolls herself over, laying on his shoulder. She wraps her arms around him loosely, lacking the strength to hold on. He simply smiles and drapes her leg over his waist, pulling her close to him. 

“How do you feel?” He asks, genuinely wanting to know if she is alright. 

“A bit sore…” She answers then groans as she tries to tangle her legs with his. “…okay make that very sore.” 

He places a soft kiss on her shoulder then cheek then her forehead. His hand runs down from her neck to the base of her spine in a soothing manner. “Did I hurt you?” 

She shakes her head, touched by how loving and sweet he is during aftercare. “Not at all. It was just new.” 

He smiles and looks down at her, she looks so peaceful and also thoroughly fucked. “I’m glad. We’ll continue in ten minutes, I want to fuck your ass again from behind so I can watch it jiggle.” 

Y/N groans at his lewdness, “Such a dirty mouth.” 

He chuckles, his hand massaging her ass cheek gently. “Only for you.” 

“How about thirty minutes? I need a tiny nap.” She asks, eyes closed as she’s slowly lulled to sleep by her fatigued body and his cool one. 

Elijah whispers an ‘okay’ in her ears just before she’s fully asleep. He holds her tightly close to him, caressing her body softly as he too takes the moment to relax. The party outside in the compound is still going. He can vividly hear the music and occasionally picks up on the conversations. The moonlight is shining brightly into his room, illuminating everything. He takes one last look at Y/N’s now sleeping figure and smiles, kissing her head softly before fully relaxing into the pillows behind him. He shuts his eyes, ready to be swept away by the tidal waves of dreams pertaining to him and her.

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[greensagephase]

Happy belated Valentine’s Day, Alondra! ❤️ (I’m very late to seeing this 😓 but I’m trying to catch up on my feed!) but I knew I had to read this and OMG I LOVE IT!!! I loved how you included Peter B. and Mayday in the beginning!! her little outfit is so cute 🥺 (it is so cute I had to draw it but that’s at the end!) and I love how you mentioned reader wondering if Peter has his own merchandise store!! because I’ve also wondered that 🤔 he must have, it would be funny if he really had his own merchandise store and he keeps it a secret 😂 and I have to mention for some reason I imagined Peter B. eating the brownie reader made like how he ate the burger in ITSV 😂 But also Peter not questioning reader on seeing the two boxes left in the bag (ok you just know he’s rooting for Miguel and reader silently!)

I love how reader planned out and kept secret the things she was going to bake for Valentine’s Day and made something for all her friends 🥺 it kind of reminds me of when I was in high school my friends and I would give each other treats on that day and little gifts sometimes! When reader sits in Miguel’s office and recalls the days when she didn’t really ever come in there and now she’s there almost every day, with this quote right here: “You smile to yourself. Life can really change.” 🥹 still get emotional over all the change that’s happened in readers life, it’s only been almost 2 years and all this massive change has happened, I really do lover her as a character too! ❤️

Alondra, you got me again with the Peter memory 😭😭 ALONDRA I WAS CRYING!! “His eyes lit up at the sight of you, as if he hadn’t seen you a million times before, as if he was falling in love with you for the first time all over again.” I'M NOT OKAY!! THE WAY HE KISSES THE BACK OF READERS HAND??!! (Ok I drew this out too, I had to!!) HIM PLANNING A WHOLE ROMANTIC DINNER EVEN WITH THE INITIAL PLANS BEING CANCELLED??!! With the soft music playing in the background and soft candlelight??!! The picnic blanket and pillows??!! I just, I can’t!! Ok why can’t Peter be real either 😭 this memory sounded so sweet, this is the perfect date idea!! OMG the night ending in a dance, my heart!! This was too sweet!! I was definitely in my Peter feels reading this (still am 🥺) AHHH!! And then the transition to Miguel tilting his head a bit as he gets curious when you’re lost in thought 😭

THIS WHOLE PART: “Yes, but -” Miguel pauses and sighs. It’s different. You’re different. You’re not just any member. You’re his friend. His close friend. His… Miguel clears his throat. “You… Are different. You know why.” Was literally giggling and kicking my feet reading this, just like in part 12 when he said something along the lines of “you know who we are” 😭 the fact he doesn’t want reader asking permission to enter his lab, he really wants her to feel comfortable!! When reader gifts Miguel the treats she baked in the little containers and Miguel was awestruck 😭 OMG I bet the baked goods looked so cute 🥺 (and so small in his hand!! You know I had to draw this out too!!) AHHH every time Miguel blushes I swear I giggle every time CAN YOU IMAGINE SEEING THAT IRL?! (Ok no seriously why isn’t this man real??!!) 😭 but the heart shaped conchas!!! That is so cute!! I even looked up heart shaped conchas to see what they’d look like and OMG THEY’RE SO CUTE!! it hasn’t even crossed my mind that you could even shape them like that!! 

I can’t believe Lyla helped reader by distract Miguel and moved his tabs around 😭 I don’t know why but imagining that made me laugh, Miguel probably being frustrated and confused why Lyla was doing all that!! Miguel’s frowning face!! 😂 When reader mentions how good the conchas would be be with café de olla and their whole back and forth conversation… I’m not kidding when I say I was giggling!! I mean, THEIR PLAYFUL BANTER!! And I don’t know why but when Miguel said: “Definitely something to think about… which means you have more at home, yes?” I just… hearing him talk like that, like it’s their home??!! THE CASUAL DOMESTICITY IS COMING OUT EVEN MORE NOW OMG!!! They’re already acting like a couple I feel like 😭 and Lyla hovering between them! 😭 I wonder if was taking photos 🤔😂

I’m FREAKING OUT RN because… ok I need to calm down, Miguel making café de olla and him being the one to suggest taking a break… THE PROGRESS??!! DOING THIS MAN SO MUCH JUSTICE!!!! AND THEN THE BOTH OF THEM SITTING ON THE FLOOR AND ENJOYING EACH OTHERS COMPANY WITH THE BAKED GOODS (ok I’m imagining him in his lounge clothes and… do I even have to say 😭) 

that leads me to this: “You take a drink from your mug, noticing a gentle but sudden flush on Miguel’s cheeks. Your gaze flickers to the fireplace for a second, unbeknownst to you that a certain realization of Miguel’s is the true culprit for the rosiness that now cover his cheeks.” ALONDRA- ALONDRA??!! SCREAMING!!! THE WAY I’M READING THIS OVER AND OVER AGAIN??!! I’m freaking out, does this mean?… I can’t stop thinking about this, this just makes me even more excited to see how their relationship evolves in the story!!! I can't stop thinking about this- I'm really wondering how Miguel feels rn!! AHHH I LOVE THE SLOWBURN!!

I hope you had a great valentines day, Alondra!! And I really wasn’t expecting another post so soon after part 12, thank you for writing this!! ❤️ This made my day reading it, it was so sweet!! Makes me want to bake some brownies too! Soft Miguel is the BEST Miguel!! Also, I’m trying to catch up on all the things I’ve missed the past 2 weeks 😓 I haven’t been on social media because of school (the capstone is taking a a lot of my time away 😭) and midterms coming up but I just saw your response to part 12 and plan on responding!! (I love reading your feedback on everything because you're really my favorite writer, and to hear your own thoughts on everything is really insightful and I love talking to you when I can!!) I hope you’re doing well!! I'm so OMG I’m going to mention this in my response to part 12 but I’m so happy you were able to relax and read the book you were looking forward to reading!! that feeling when you read and finish a book so quickly is the best!! (and worst because it’s over and you have to wait for the next one 😭) but I hope your week is going smoothly!! (And if you’re practicing drawing, I hope you're having fun with it!!) thank you for everything, friend! Sending you a warm virtual hug, friend!! ❤️✨❤️

I was able to take a quick break today and draw some parts I loved in this!! I really had draw these scenes out and I knew if not now I'll never post them but AHHH just loved everything about this one-shot!!! it's just so sweet!!! 🥹❤️

Happy belated Valentine’s Day, @sunsetdoodler !! ❤️ Don’t worry about seeing the post late, friend, I totally understand!!!! I’m so happy you loved the beginning of the one-shot with Peter B. and Mayday!! I’ve been enjoying including the other characters more throughout the parts, and it just felt right to include them in this one-shot!! Mayday’s outfit - omg, I really loved picturing her cute outfit and just knowing that Peter B. was going to have the perfect outfit for Valentine’s, haha! Also, him possibly having his own merch store and keeping it a secret, imagine!!! But, no, where does he get all of that merch? He’s hiding something! 🤔 Also, screaming at how you imagined Peter eating the brownie because I did, too!!! 😂😂 Exactly like how he ate the burger in ITSV, but I just didn’t want to go too much into detail with it but that’s how I saw it, for real!! And hehe, Peter not saying anything about the last two boxes, yes! You know him and Jess have seen things and Peter is rooting for them (has been for months now!). He just wants to see two of his close friends be happy !🥺

Aww, I’m so happy reader secretly planning and baking treats for her friends reminded you of such sweet memories from your high school years!! That’s seriously so sweet!! 🥺 And omg, reader thinking about the change and how she spends so much time in Miguel’s lab now made me feel so happy for her. Her life has really changed so much in the span of almost two years after being alone for so long and I’m just so proud of her 🥹 and I’m so happy you love her as a character, too!!

Okay but the Peter part - “His eyes lit up at the sight of you, as if he hadn’t seen you a million times before, as if he was falling in love with you for the first time all over again.” I’M SORRY!!!😭 I just knew it was going to hurt to write that specific quote because you know we’ve talked about it so much - about how Peter always had that look on his face, and how you could just tell that this man loved reader so much! It hurt writing it and having reader see, recognize, and remember it - to have it become canon!! (not okay about this at all!!!) HIM KISSING THE BACK OF READER’S HAND, AHHHH SIJIKJ !! I was losing it and just wondering why he isn’t real??? Okay the dinner itself! I thought about it and was just like, “Wouldn't it be perfect if they had a dinner at home, in their little, cozy apartment and they just danced at the end of the night in their living room?” 😭 It just sounded too perfect to not have it go like this and include yet another sweet memory attached to the apartment!! I was definitely in my feels the entire time, just picturing Peter and his face, so full of adoration and love for reader - I need to stop!!! And then, it cuts to Miguel, tilting his head in curiosity! I included this because imagining him like that sounds so cute to me? I don’t know but something about it is so cute!! I also really liked this part because of the transition itself from having Peter saying “Happy Valentine’s” to reader repeating it, to Miguel responding to her- it was like a symbolic and foreshadowing transition of relationships? I don’t know if that makes sense but it’s just a little sign that reader is moving forward to another relationship and Miguel responds to it, so it’s him - her next relationship! I hope that makes sense!! 😭

This whole part: “Yes, but -” Miguel pauses and sighs. It’s different. You’re different. You’re not just any member. You’re his friend. His close friend. His… Miguel clears his throat. “You… Are different. You know why.” I WAS GIGGLING AND KICKING MY FEET, AND SQUEALING !!! Like, yet another time with Miguel admitting indirectly: “WE’RE FRIENDS!!” And that makes me scream every time!!! 😭 He’s trying!!! Also, him asking reader to stop asking for permission about entering the lab, I just love it so much!! He’s really like, “just walk in, make yourself comfortable, this is your space, too” - screaming and crying at this!! (yet again fangirling at my own writing) Also, Miguel being awestruck with the baked treats because he was included by reader - lowkey, a part of him is still like, “you think about me?” - which just makes me so sad that he would feel like that, but also so happy that he realizes he has people that think about him - hence his blushing, which AHHH!! You know I love him blushing, so this felt like a good time to write him with rosy cheeks TWICE (plus it was Valentine’s so it felt even more fitting 🤭)!! And omg, I was going to bake said heart-shaped brownies and try to make conchas (I’ve never made them but I’ve seen recipes online) and take a pic for you guys to have an idea of how small I was talking about, but Valentine’s was a really busy day for me because I had a doctor’s appointment and lent started (I’m Catholic), so I was busy helping my mom with the cooking that day lol (I was also finishing up the one-shot at like 10am hehe). So, by evening I was like, I don’t feel like baking now, but I have a little tray of heart-shaped molds and they’re literally about my palm’s size, so I was just imagining that if they looked small in my hand they would look mini-size in Miguel’s hand probably, hahaha!! And omg, the heart-shaped conchas really are so cute!! I saw a recipe of someone baking them like that last year and I just thought they were adorable!! I think I’ve also seen star-shaped ones, so it’s definitely possible to bake them in different shapes!!

No, I was actually laughing at the thought of Lyla distracting and making Miguel waste time at the lab by moving his tabs around because imagine Miguel switching tabs only to discover that tab 3 is now tab 5, and so on, and then it keeps happening over and over again with all the tabs switched!😂 But I love that Lyla was so onboard with the plan!! Also, Miguel’s frowning face - the way I pictured it perfectly!! Their whole conversation around café de olla - I WAS TYPING AND GIGGLING WITH EACH LINE - LIKE THIS PLAYFUL BANTER??? It’s the way Miguel is actually engaging in it, and the way we get to see reader not only show a little more playful side but also her being playful with Miguel in general, something that I feel like she’s always holding back on to avoid making Miguel uncomfortable!! OKAY THIS QUOTE: “Definitely something to think about… which means you have more at home, yes?” - YES, it sounding like it’s “their” home - believe me when I say that I had to take a moment to calm down because ?!?!?!!?!?! But then, the difference with reader saying that yes, there might be more at the “penthouse” - not using the word “home”- hehe, it will be a little something for chapter 13 and it will make Miguel happy to hear! 🥺 But I love the way he really does make it sound like it's their home!! I also found it somewhat significant that he called it "home" when we know that word is usually not how he describes his living space. Reader truly makes the penthouse feel more like home for Miguel!! 🥹But seriously omg, the casual domesticity WE’RE HERE FOR IT!!! Also, I love that you feel like they were acting like a couple - SAME!! I was just like omg, this playful banter 😭 😭 I was just like “wow, this is a peek into the future and I love that for you guys!!” I was going through emotions with this one-shot, you can tell!! Also, Lyla hovering above them sjsjsksk you know she was assessing the playful banter with a smirk, she was thinking things!! And Lyla and her photo-taking tendencies - I love that it’s become a thing that you wonder about now!! 😂😂 My guess is that… she was, and that’s all I’m saying… 👀

I totally understand FREAKING OUT over Miguel making café de olla and him suggesting the break!! So much PROGRESS!!! I seriously love seeing how much Miguel has grown since the first chapter!! It makes me want to cry but for good reason, you know? I just love seeing him develop more and more, and see more of that sweet, tender side to him that we only got a glimpse of in ATSV through this fanfic. I've seen these words a lot of times throughout the years and they're somewhere along the lines of, "write the fanfic you want to read" and so, I really wanted to see this side of Miguel more, and I'm so happy that I've been writing it because it really does make me happy to give some happiness to Miguel and to explore this side of him through my writing.😭Also, crying at the fact that the café de olla was Miguel’s Valentine’s gift for reader !! 🥹 (I’m okay, really… not!!) Okay and then them sitting on the floor and enjoying each other’s company got me screaming!! They’re SO CUTE (just imagining future situations...)!!! (also, I was imagining him in lounge clothes, too, and I was just like AHHHHHHH!!! The way reader gets to see him like this, too, now that she’s staying there right now 🥺)

This quote right here: “You take a drink from your mug, noticing a gentle but sudden flush on Miguel’s cheeks. Your gaze flickers to the fireplace for a second, unbeknownst to you that a certain realization of Miguel’s is the true culprit for the rosiness that now cover his cheeks.” So, my goal with this little line and Miguel’s thoughts right before it, is that Miguel realizes that reader is not just a friend, or a close friend, she’s actually… his best friend 😭😭 I need to leave for a few minutes while I collect myself right now, please excuse me because 😭😭😭 Also, earlier in the one-shot reader has the same realization (right where Miguel tells her she’s different because she knows what they are), so they have the same realization on the same day, they just don’t finish their thoughts because the realization is kind of like, woah, you know? It’s them lowkey realizing it and knowing that this means they love each other in this way and that’s a big deal for the two!! (I’m fine really, don’t worry about me)!! I’ll be going more into it in part 13!! And the slowburn!!! I’m dying because of it but also really loving it!!!

Thank you @sunsetdoodler !! I hope you had a great Valentine's Day, too!! I'm happy that l was able to surprise you guys with a short update after posting part 12!! I actually had this planned out since January but it was nice to actually get it out just in time!! Also, if you bake brownies, I hope you enjoy them!!! And yes, omg soft Miguel is the BEST!!! 🥺❤️ I totally understand how busy you are, especially with a capstone (getting flashbacks right now and 😭 yeah, I wasn’t having a good time) !! And omg, I can’t believe midterms are coming up already! The semester literally started last month and it’s already midterm season? That’s insane!! But I hope you’re doing well and that you’re finding time to relax just a bit, and that everything with school is going well despite how much of your time is spent on it. Just remember, you’re almost done, friend!!! You’ve made it this far and now it’s just down to weeks really. (Also, that’s so sweet of you, thank you!! It means so much to me that you love reading my responses even though sometimes I go overboard with them, and that I’m your favorite writer - you’ve made my weekend!!! THANK YOU!!! ❤️ And I also love talking with you whenever we can!! It really does mean so much to me and I enjoy our little talks!!!) And haha, I loved that I was able to relax and just read my book even though now it’s over, haha!! (also, right? It’s the worst feeling finishing and realizing now you have to wait two or more years 😭) Thank you friend, I hope your week has gone smoothly, too despite school!! (About drawing, it hasn’t gone well this week, I’ve been a little busy but I’m hoping to get some practice in this weekend along with writing!! Thank you for the well wishes with my drawing journey!!) And thank YOU, friend!!!! I love receiving your asks and reading your thoughts on the fic, along with getting to read about your schooling and life!! As always I’m sending you the best of luck and well wishes!!! I know right now it’s a lot but you’re so close to finishing, and accomplishing this amazing milestone!!!! I’m rooting for you and cheering you on, friend!!! And I’m sending you a warm virtual hug!!!! ❤️✨❤️

OKAY THE SKETCHES!!!!! THEY’RE SO CUTE AND SWEET!!!!!! I love Mayday’s sweater SO MUCH!!!! (I need Peter B. to get me one, to be honest!!!) Also, the fact that you drew her with the action figures AHHHH!! I’m so happy they made a little appearance again!!! OKAY BUT PETER KISSING THE BACK OF READER’S HAND???? I’M SCREAMING AND CRYING!!!! The way we’re only seeing his side profile but EVEN THEN you can see THE LOVE ON HIS FACE?!?! (it hurts so much 😭😭 why is he not real and alive?) I LOVE THE WAY YOU DREW HIM, THANK YOU @sunsetdoodler !!!! It’s such a treat every time you draw Peter!!! 🥺🥺 ALRIGHT BUT THEN MIGUEL HOLDING THE HEART-SHAPED CONCHA? AND HOW SMALL IT LOOKS? AND THEN THE BLUSH ON HIS FACE AND THE WAY HE’S LOOKING DOWN AND STARING AT READER, AND THE SINGLE HAIR STRAND - I AM SCREAMING!!!!! HE IS SO CUTE !!!!! Why is he not real, too?!?! AND THEN THE COLORED SKETCH - THANK YOU FOR DRAWING THAT MOMENT!!!! HIS BLUSH? HIS EYES (his eyes are so beautiful, I swear!!!)? THE SLIGHT HINT OF HIS LOUNGE CLOTHES (which I have to say, the color of his top, I imagine it was a sweatshirt, was also this color in my head!!!!! But can I just mention again the idea of Miguel in lounge clothes?? So cute!!!)?? I LOVE HIM AND THESE SKETCHES SO MUCH!!! THANK YOU @sunsetdoodler !!!! Thank you so much for drawing this even though you’re so busy!!!! This entire ask has made my weekend!!!! 🥹❤️ I hope you’re doing well, and I hope to hear from you soon, friend!!!! Please take care and I hope you have a wonderful weekend!!!! ❤️✨❤️

[that--fish]

『 Tulips from Ayato 』

✧ Ayato x y/n

✧ Fluff

I laid down on the futon bed, staring at the ceiling, thinking of what could have been if the Yashiro Commisioner was less busy. He usually comes back home in the late of the night. Sigh I wish I could spend more time with him. Tomorrow was Valentines, 14th of February, would he be free? I shouldn't expect much. He has many things to tend to: politics, merchants, whatever you could think of. My picture of us beneath a cherry blossom tree framed on top of the clothing cabinet in the corner of our room. Hmm, what should I do tomorrow if he doesn't happen to be there? Maybe I could make dinner for him for when he gets home? No, the food would get cold, and he arrives back at past midnight, I would be sleeping by then. Should I ask Thoma to teach me how to make chocolates? No, that would require trial and error but I don't have the time to make it so many times, I won't be a professional at my first try... Maybe I should just go to sleep, I would come up with an idea somehow, in due time.

I felt a hand wrap around my waist, it was comforting, Ayato is back. It was probably near 3am in the morning but I was too lethargic to say anything, I went back to sleep within seconds.

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Should I go to Inazuma City to buy a heart-shaped box of chocolates for him? Or should I ask Thoma if he knew how to make one? It would take long for me to find a reputable florist with good quality in Inazuma City. I couldn't just pick a bunch of wildflowers, that's not good enough. My mind was empty. Empty like Itto's skull. Maybe I could make his favourite home-cooked food? I could ask Thoms to teach me how to make it. But the food would get cold by the time he gets home... Should we sit by the cherry blossom tree for a picnic and reminisce the happier memories? Or watch fireworks at night? AHHH, it's too corny! Why couldn't I think of anything else? Should we go on a stroll by the beach at night? No, he wouldn't have time for it, he needs to get some rest...

I checked the clock on my bedside table. 8.30am. I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes. Whatever should I do today? The spot on the bed next to me was empty. Seemed like he went out to work early again. As usual. As I made the bed, I saw something on the blanket. A little note on a piece of paper. Happy Valentines, Darling~ Hope you had a good sleep. There is a present outside the room. It's especially for you *wink* gasp He didn't forget!

I opened the door in anticipation and found...Ayato? He didn't leave for work? Today he wore something different. A white suit with a pearl white waistcoat adorned with golden buttons along with a white dress shirt and a lilac tie, a pair of white slacks and shiny, black dress shoes.

"I assume you read the note there. I am your present~" His smile reached up to his ears.

"Ayato-" I was in shock. Utter. Shock. In a good way though.

"I went out early to buy this bouquet of tulips. And I took the whole week off so I could spend it with you...Did you have good sleep?" He brushed aside the stubborn strands of hair on the side of my face. Thoma and Ayaka are probably cringing from their side of the hallway. I wonder what did he plan put for today. I was still in my sleeping gown but I didn't have any stunning clothes for the occasion, just evening gowns, I doubt I would wear those in the morning.

"I bought you these in case you had nothing to wear, now we are matching!" He gave me a lilac, puffed sleeved dress. It didn't look like that of Inazuman embroidery. I wasn't sure where he bought it from exactly, but it looked stunning nonetheless.

"I will go get changed. I will come out once I'm ready." I slipped into the dress, a perfect fit. It reached a little past my knees. I tied my hair half-up with a lavender, silk ribbon and put on a pair of cloud white heels, decorated with translucent butterflies. I opened the door to Ayato fixing his hair as if the door was a mirror.

"Where should we go? Oh and before that, do we have a nice vase to keep the bouquet?"

He passed me a porcelain vase from the living room, this should do the trick. Where should I put this...Ah nevermind, I should just keep this in the living room for now I guess. I placed the vase with the tulips on the dining table hoping Thoma wouldn't accidentally throw it away. Oh, he made breakfast? It looks very... Well he gave it his best, he was a Kamisato after all, he burned down the kitchen multiple times due to his 'trial and error', this was a major improvement. I wasn't too short of being impressed, it looked neat and presentable, and less burnt parts. He used our estate's finest kitchenware as well, thank Celestia he didn't burn down the kitchen this time. There was miso soup, mackerel and omurice. The sauce was in the shape of a heart, haha, how cute~

"You made breakfast?"

"Yes, I asked Thoma to teach me how to make these since those are our favourites. Speaking of which, Thoma and Ayaka went out to run some errands so we have the whole estate to ourselves for the day."

"Maybe after breakfast, we could take a stroll around Inazuma City and have a picnic in Chinju Forest near the estate. The cherry blossoms are in full bloom this season. It will look gorgeous this time of year. But first, let's eat, I'm starving."

The food didn't taste like Thoma's cooking but he did his best, it still was good. The miso soup was savoury and not too salty. The mackerel, an odd combination with omurice...

"Why did you get tulips instead of roses? I thought lovers gift each other roses on Valentines."

"You really want to know?"

"Yeah..." I took a sip of the soup from the porcelain bowl.

"So that later, we could put our two lips together." He smirked. HOW DID HE SAY THAT SO CALMLY? I was stunned. Speechless. I nearly choked on the soup.

"And you had to be so corny early in the morning." But I liked it though, I felt like I was grinning like an idiot in my imagination.

After we finished eating, he insisted on doing the dishes. He could've placed an order for the new Fontaine-made dishwasher which came out nearly a month ago, would make Thoma's job a bit easier.

We went out to Inazuma City to buy food for our picnic in Chinju Forest. I brought a woven basket but he insisted he brought the teacups after we went back home. I held his arm as we exited the estate, on our way to Inazuma City.

I felt a lot of people's eyes aimed at me. I shouldn't think about that. I was here to buy food, and it's Valentines.

"Should we get some tricoloured dango? Maybe some onigiri and sushi as well to accompany the tea."

We bought quite a lot of food, it all barely fits in the basket. So far we have tricoloured dango, onigiri, sushi, tri-flavoured skewer, sakura mochi, sakura shrimp crackers and egg rolls. We were on our way back to the estate and I made sure our food was intact and safe. It was a bit breezy today and there weren't many clouds in the azure-blue sky. He was going to get a picnic blanket and the teacups from the estate so I sat by the cherry blossom tree and glanced up at its pink petals slowly floating down.

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And since Ayato's here, there is absolutely nothing for me to worry about. I took out my Kamera and led him by the hand to under the cherry blossom tree. I set the Kamera to a 10 second timer on a big rock that was half my height. I hurried back to Ayato and hugged him, his left side facing the Kamera. I looked up at him and smiled as I tiptoed to give him a swift peck on the lips (I hope the Kamera captured that). His loving gaze and soft smile are no strangers to me. I welcome them with open arms. His arms managed to snake their way to my waist without me noticing and pulled me closer to him. I felt my face getting warmer by the minute. I got a bit flustered and looked to the Kamera as I heard the shutter sound. He cupped my face with his left hand making me look directly into his beautiful blue eyes that resembled a calm lavender field, as still as time. I went to see how the picture turned out. It made my heart flutter and twirl in circles. It describes my feelings more than what words could say.

"The picture turned out good, framing this in our room when we get back~" I chimed.

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Our anniversary was about a month ago. It was like I could see that exact moment play in front of me as I sat by that cherry blossom tree. The canopy of the cherry blossoms gave me some shade from the sun. I hoped the egg rolls didn't get cold. He took quite long to get the teacups.

He laid the picnic blanket on the ground and I put the basket of food in the middle of the blanket. I took out the onigiris and sushis as our starter course. I ate it with my hands as there were no chopsticks. Why didn't he get chopsticks? He was in the estate anyways. I savoured the taste of the savoury sushi. It wasn't too bad I guess. I still felt that Thoma's cooking was superior or maybe I was used to his cooking as I ate it everyday. Chinju Forest has a lot of bioluminescent plants in a shade of blue that resembles his hair colour. They doesn't glow in the morning, it's like at different times of the day, Chinju Forest has two opposite colour schemes, pink and blue. Our starter course finished quickly. I think I wolfed down most of it, I was quite hungry haha... Next up were the tri-flavoured skewers and egg rolls. I thought the egg rolls could go well with rice but we had no rice, sadly. I took out the tricoloured dango, sakura mochi and sakura shrimp crackers. The mochi was sweet and chewy, it was really tasty. If I had a sweet tooth, I'm not sure how many of these I would get. And we have no tea? We have teacups but no tea. Ah, I forgot to brew tea earlier. Well, the teacups are useless now...

I wondered what to do next. I couldn't think of anything to do? There wasn't much to do in Inazuma City. What if he planned the whole day out?

"Do you want to go to Tatarasuna?"

"Tatarasuna? Why?"

"We can watch the sunset there. The beach is bioluminescent as well, absolutely stunning."

"Why didn't you describe me like that?"

"Why? Want me to give you more tulips?"

"Well, what else is there to do on Tatarasuna? There are a lot of Fatui scattered around there. I don't want to deal with them today. Are there any safer bioluminescent beaches?"

"Or do you want to something in the estate? Hmm?"

"'Something'? What exactly is that 'something'?"

"You will find out~" He gave a confident smirk. DAMN HIM, THAT SMIRK AGAIN! What could possibly be that 'something'? I'm totally oblivious. What else could he be thinking, huh?

"Well then, let's find out~"

Hah, see if he can reply to that. What could he do anyway? Do I want him to do something? Hehe...

He picked up the plates and teacups back into the basket and folded the picnic blanket and draped it on his arm like a waitor's napkin.

"Let me escort you back to the estate, Milady~" He extended his arm. I held his arm as we walked up the stone staircase to the estate.

"Master, Milady, you're back!" Thoma chirped in excitement.

"We will be heading to our room, you can prepare the hot water for the bath."

"Yes, Master. I'm sure both of you had a long day outside. I will be out to run another errand after I prepared the bath."

As we entered the estate, I saw tulip petals on the floor leading to the hallway. I was rather confused. They weren't from the bouquet right? The bouquet of reddish-pink tulips in the living room were still intact. Ayato doesn't look fazed. Did those two plan this? Seems like Ayaka wasn't back yet. The petals led to our room. Ayato opened the door and the first thing I noticed was tulips petals on the bed forming a shape of a heart. Did Ayato make this? Where did he get the petals from? Was this why he took so long just to get the teacups and the picnic blanket? He immediately shut the door and pinned me against the wall. My face turned as red as a pyro vision. I was in shock. My hands frozen in place, by my sides. I stared into his lavender-blue eyes. What would be his next move? His face inched closer to mine. I couldn't move backwards. Do I want him to do something? No wonder he told me that Thoma and Ayaka wouldn't be home today. I gulped, in anticipation.

He loosened his lilac tie, still having a hold on me. Was it what I thought it was? No, no... haha...couldn't be... Do I want it to be what I thought it was?

His face was so close to mine that I could feel his breath on my skin, his hair grazing my face. He looked at my lips then back at my eyes. I was screaming internally like an excited teenager. The head of the Kamisato clan and Yashiro Commision, my husband, the love of my life...I would give the world to grow old alongside him. I smiled like a fool, I couldn't help it. There were no words to say how happy I was today. I didn't know how to describe it. In actions...maybe?

His face got even closer, his forehead almost touching mine. What was he thinking?

His thumb brushed my lips. AHHH, JUST KISS ME ALREADY!

I grabbed his collar and pulled him towards me, his lips crashing onto mine. I might have used too much force... I released my grip and took a step backwards, my face flushing to the reddest shade of red one could possibly imagine.

"Hmm, you want to kiss me that badly huh?"

I was speechless. I didn't know what to say. I slowly turned to the floor for a solution only for the attempt to be futile. His hand forcefully made me turn to face him. He took off his coat and waistcoat and left it on the ground. He untied his tie and threw it to somewhere at the back of the room, his eyes still focused on me. One of his arms sneaked around my waist to pull me closer, the other pinning my wrists to the wall. I felt his warm breath on my skin. I was breathing heavily. My heart thumping like an earthquake. The tension was killing me.

"Do you want to see butterflies?"

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The End

A/n: and you can probably guess what happened from there onwards ;)

I wrote this last minute after a week of procrastination 😅

I thought of all those corny/cringy couple things from kdrama scenarios and chucked it into this oneshot.

Thanks for reading :D

[ozimagines]

Do have any thoughts on Miguel being a parent? Loved your Chico parent ideas!

AHHH yessss! You could tell after Miguel truly understood what it meant to bring a life into the world that he wanted to be a dad.

(Also thank you so much🥹❤️ Love me some Papa Chico)

Miguel Alvarez as a Parent would include…

After Miguel lost his son, he was broken. Broken because he knew it was his fault.

He was seventeen when he got Maritza pregnant. Senior Prom.

At sixteen he was running with the local gangs. At eighteen he was in prison. In those two years there was unprotected sex and drugs and violence. Anything to give him that high.

When his kid is born, there’s a break in the clouds; a reason to change.

Only too little too late. 💔

When he gets a chance to do it again, he does it for his son.

Miguel is not a neglectful father by any means. If anything he’s a little helicopter-y at first.

He encourages his kids into extracurriculars; anything to keep them off the streets.

If they play sports, he’s at every game/match. 🏀⚽️

If they do theatre, he’s got a playbill in one hand and a bouquet of flowers in the other. 🎭

Miguel is surprisingly artistic and I think his kids would love the drawings he does on their lunch notes.

He packs their lunch, doesn’t matter who his partner is. (If he has one)

Like season one Miguel wouldn’t do this but season six totally would; his kids have bento boxes and sometimes they have themes or colors for the day. 🧃

Purple bentos with ube cookies and grapes and jelly sandwiches.

Finds exotic snacks and stuff for them to try: different instant ramens and chocolates and whatnot.

“Today’s theme is Egypt!”

Watches Veggie Tales with them a lot. Knows all the words to “I Love My Duck”.

A Snoodle’s Tale always makes him cry.

Keeps a stash of different jellies and peanut butters to make the perfect PB and J for his kids.

“One strawberry and smooth, one grape and chunky, one…”

Kind of a parent who doesn’t mind picky eaters and just rolls with it.

Makes pancakes in different shapes.

“Smiley face coming up!”😭❤️‍🩹

He can’t tell his kids enough how much school is worth.

God knows he can’t help with their homework but he always tries

Gets his kids involved in academic pursuits

Makes flash cards with little drawings; basically takes the classes with his kids.

They’re bilingual too; he speaks Spanish at home to help them

Is a stay at home dad/works from home

When he’s working, he puts on Law and Order, and his older kids like to watch while he works.

Miguel knows all the endings and accidentally spoils it often😂

Gets them gifts on every holiday. They wake up to flowers on Valentine’s Day, chocolate bunnies on Easter, and even cinnamon rolls on Groundhog’s Day.

He just looks for a reason to let them know they’re loved.

Didn’t hear that growing up. His dad was in prison, his mom was kind of a hardass. So he doesn’t want there to be any confusion for his kids.

When they get in trouble at school, he overreacts. It scares him that they might make the same mistakes he did.

“I’m saving ten years of your life. Don’t fuck this up.”

When his kids get As in school, he has a full on celebration at home, even if they’re used to it. 🎉🥳

When his kids are bullied, his heart aches.

He remembers how the Latinos in prison treated him.

“I know what you’re going through, kid. I can’t tell you it always gets better, but you’ll find people who appreciate you, and those other people will kind of just fade away.”❤️‍🩹

If his kid comes out to him (sexuality or gender wise) he’s as supportive as he can be.

“I don’t know much about this stuff, kiddo. But… you’re my kid and I’m here for you.”

He respects their pronouns and their significant other’s pronouns. It may take him a minute but he’s trying.

His kids’ favorite thing to do with their father is the dishes; he turns on loud music and they sing and dance as they get their chores done.

He’s not especially strict, but when he puts his foot down he’s immovable.

His kids disagree sometimes but knows it comes from a place of love.

Unlike Chico, he’s fairly transparent with his kids about his past.

When he has to have the drug talk, he admits he used and it was the most confusing time of his life. He tells them he knows they’re going to make their own decisions, but hopes his honesty deters them a little.

He hopes if he’s honest with them, they feel like they can go to him with everything.

Has a policy where they can calm him drunk and as long as they don’t try to drive they come home without punishment.

Kind of a parent who allows his kids to go to the birthday party but not sleep over. He just gets nervous.

He holds “sleepovers” every weekend night when he and his kids set up the living room with snacks and pillows and blanket forts and watch movies all night.🎥

Goes to classes as an adult to get his GED/degree. He just wants his kids ti be proud of him.

And they are. His kids brag about him all the time. How their dad beat drugs and prison. How their dad survived.

“Youre so hard on yourself, daddy. We’re proud of you.”🥰

His mom loves her grandkids. She’s an intimidating abuela but she loves those damn kids.

When they get sick, Miguel takes off work and stays with them all day. He makes them chicken soup, looking up a recipe on his phone, plays Disney movies all day no matter how old they are, and gives them snuggles when they have a fever.

He adopts a dog for them and names her/him Julie/Donald.

The dog eats like a damn queen/king, and he enjoys preparing fun pupp-reciation treats for her/him.

When his mom offers to watch the kids while he goes on vacation, he spends the whole time calling home and asking about them. 😅

Like Chico has the Tickle Police, Miguel has Boo Boo Bear; a cheap stuffed bear he cut open the backside to and stuffed an ice pack in. 🧸

He tells people as long as his kids are healthy and happy, he’s happy.

When his kids accomplish anything, he’s in the audience, and they thank him.

They thank him for all the hours of care he’s given them.

The unconditional support.

“My Dad is my biggest hero, because he really truly did get out of Oz.”❤️❤️❤️

Bonus: When his kids are old enough to date, Miguel is actually really nice to their significant others. Like, he’ll invite them for dinner, learn things about them, and tell them to call him Dad or Mr. Miguel.

[honey-deku]

hey there @mew-ya! twas i who wrote your @onepiece-blorboexchange gift! i hope you’re in the mood for some Maren and Katakuri feels!

i hope you can forgive me for being a few days late, university has been kicking my ass orz

i drew some inspiration from one of your works in particular for this idea! i also ended up combining a few themes and wishes together so i hope you enjoy!

i had to resist liking all your KataMaren posts during my research on the lore ahhh!! finally i can stop bookmarking and properly show support

Pairing: Maren x Katakuri

AU: Demon/Priest, no devil fruit tomfoolery

CW: NSFW, religion (not specified), demon priest relations, size difference, demon has a huge pen15, intracrural sex, latex and leather lingerie, sex in church, hanging out in an empty church on a rainy evening

Word Count: 2,943

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The rain trickled down a stained glass window that highlighted the church’s religious figure head. The hall was dark and empty; the lights had been shut off. The light erratic rhythms of the water droplets hitting the glass soothed the priest. He was standing underneath the window, staring at the figure. He let his head go limp, rolling his head side to side in an attempt to release some tension and pressure he felt in his shoulders. The last mass for the evening had ended but Katakuri didn’t want to go home just yet.

He raised his hands to the back of his neck and started rubbing the trapezius muscles. He softly whimpered from the slight pain but it was a much needed pain. This was the kind that reminded Katakuri to not stress out so much and to enjoy the smaller things in life more often.

Suddenly Katakuri’s hands were encased in a chilling warmth, a familiar one. He cocked his head slightly to see his own hands being covered by another set of larger hands, the owner of the cold hands chuckled behind Katakuri’s ear and leaned in:

“You look stressed.” the apparition squeezed Katakuri’s hands somewhat.

“I am.”

“Would you like me to help?”

“Go ahead.” Katakuri sighed as his arms fell back to his sides while the demon ran his own hands up and down the shorter man’s neck. The demon loomed over the priest with all his spines and claws extended, easily surpassing the priest in height by a good two heads.

Anyone else would have been horrified to be in his presence, anyone else would have screamed in terror at the sight but Katakuri on the other hand, was well acquainted with the sea demon.

The ghastly figure behind Katakuri began to massage the knots out of the priest’s shoulders, enjoying how Katakuri was turning into jelly at his touch.

“Mhmm thank you Maren.”

“No problem”

Katakuri leaned his head back to kiss Maren, the demon chuckled to himself and happily returned the kiss. The two move a little closer; Maren wrapped his arms around Katakuri’s waist and started to rocked the man gently.

“Happy Valentine’s day” the demon whispered. The priest’s eyes shot open like he had an epiphany of sorts and he wriggled himself out of Maren’s grasp.

“Oh! You just reminded me, I got you a little something.” He said as he pointed in the general direction of where Maren’s gift was. Katakuri began walking over to the podium and crouched down to dig out a box from within its caverns. Maren was behind him and tilted his head in every direction to try to get a quick peek. It was sort of pointless in doing so since father Katakuri’s broad shoulders blocked any possibility of seeing his gift earlier. He just chuckled in defeat.

“Oh yeah? You’re too kind father.”

Katakuri rose up, turning around and facing Maren with a pink bakery box. He gestured for Maren to come and receive his gift.

The spiny demon accepted the Priest’s gift and promptly began to shred the tape off the box. He laid his eyes on the delicious contents inside and Maren smiled, raising an eyebrow. “Really Katakuri? Donuts?”

“I know how much you love ice cream but I couldn’t exactly leave it in the church to melt.”

Maren laughed softly. His boyfriend ever so serious.

“No no it’s perfect. Thank you.”

Maren looked back down and opened the box, his pupils grew large at the arrangement of Valentines themed donuts. He never thought a box of donuts could remind him of Christmas decorations in the way people will throw more and more decorations, ornaments, lights, and candies on the tree and houses. Similarity, with all the brightly colored frosting, fillings, and decorative heart sprinkles suffocated the poor donut underneath. It was amusing to say the least.

Maren leaned in, invading Katakuri’s space and gave him a kiss on the cheek. Words weren’t needed at that point as Maren started to devour two donuts at a time, the strawberry filling spewing out from one with the jelly landing on the demon himself.

Katakuri chuckled at the sight of his demon boyfriend sullying himself.

“You’re how old again?” He smirked.

Maren looked over, grabbing two more donuts to shove in Katakuri’s face. “That’s irrelevant. Come. Eat.”

Maren used his free hand to grab Katakuri’s and guided him to one of the benches in the front row. The two took a seat and sat in silence, listening to the faint sounds of the rain and soft chewing.

Maren glanced at his boyfriend struggling with eating his donut, carefully trying to catch any unwanted filling from staining his robes.

“Heheh, you’re adorable.”

Katakuri’s eyes popped, he started to turn pink at the compliment and turned his face away from his demonic partner, “Don’t look at me while I’m eating…”

“Awww ok.” Maren solemnly replied. He loved watching the priest get flustered whenever he got the chance. Something about seeing the oh so stoic and straight edge Katakuri turning into a mess entertained him.

There was no need for any more exchanges as the couple were entranced by the sounds of the storm outside, finishing the box of donuts. Maren felt his toes growing colder and colder as the temperature continued to drop. Aside from being a demon, another thing he hated about this church in particular was the fact that it wasn’t insulated. No warm for those cold nights and no cool air for the heat. Thankfully his body could withstand extreme temperatures but…

He glanced to his side and noticed Katakuri put his hands between his thighs in an attempt to conserve warmth and energy. He was shaking a little.

“You look cold” Maren stated flatly.

“I am”

“…."

“…"

Maren coughed, “Since it’s Valentines and all, do you want me to warm you up?”

“What are you thinking of?” Katakuri shivered. A slight blush appeared on the priest’s cheeks that didn’t go unnoticed by the demon.

“Well… there’s a few ways to go about it… Do you have anything in mind?” he smirked, feigning innocence.

“Don’t be coy with me… You know what I mean” Katakuri’s blush spreading faster on his face.

The demon laughed softly as he gently pushed Katakuri on his back and started to unclip the collar. The priest gasped, more from the sudden chill on his back from the cold bench than what Maren did.

“Maren come here” Katakuri raised his arms to invite the demon in for a hug. He smiled sheepishly as Maren yielded and lowered himself to be hugged.

“The bench is a little cold… and cramped. Do you think we can take this elsewhere?”

Maren hummed to himself, “Like the attic? It’s probably a little warmer, no?” He raised himself slightly to look into the priest’s eyes.

“Yeah, the attic sounds good. I think there’s some material we could use as blankets”.

“Perfect, I’ll meet you there”. One quick kiss to the temple and just like that, the demon vanished into vapor. Katakuri smiled warmly as he rose from the bench. He walked back over to the podium and found a candlestick, lighting it with the zippo lighter that laid next to the others. He quickly made his way to the hallway on the side and carefully climbed up the stairs to the attic.

Katakuri pulled the handle of the attic door and let the stairs fall forward completely before taking a shaky first step. Once more the nerves were swallowing him whole until he looked up and saw that familiar fishy face.

“Hey! I got everything ready. It’s way warmer up here.”

“Is that so? That’s good to know.”

The demon extended his arm out and clutched the priest’s hand, impatiently pulling Katakuri up and into his muscular arms.

“Careful now Maren” Katakuri teased, leaning his head on Maren’s shoulder.

Maren leaned into Katakuri’s ear: “Don’t worry, I’ll be taking good care of you”, his breath sending shivers down Katakuri’s spine causing him to arch his back. “Lay down” he said, using his head to gesture to the makeshift pile of mylar sheets and dusty blankets on the floor.

Katakuri shook his head in amusement. “You’re so sweet.” He walked over to the pile and laid down on his back, his view of the ceiling quickly obstructed by his boyfriend.

Maren began with rubbing Katakuri’s shoulders and down his arms softly, something to get the priest to relax a little more. The two started making out with Maren leading, swiping his tongue across Katakuri’s lips, teasing and enticing the other man. Eventually the demon slipped his tongue in, letting his hands run up Katakuri’s arms and back down to his chest, teasing his nipples through the robes. The demon felt the shorter man gasp and whimper at his touch.

Maren started to unrobe Katakuri only to where his neck and chest was exposed. Powered by the soft moans, Maren stopped kissing the priest and rested his lips a little lower, biting his neck and sucking enthusiastically.

“Really Maren?!” Katakuri groaned.

The demon ceased and looked back at Katakuri; he teased back mischievously, showing off his sharp teeth. “Would you like me to stop then?”

Katakuri’s face became more flushed than before.

“No… Continue…”

“Hmmm” Maren hummed. He returned to the tender spot on Katakuri’s neck with more gusto than before. “Don’t worry, this part can be covered up,” he explained.

“God damn it Maren. I still have mass tomorrow.” The priest grumbled.

“Oh hey…Speaking of mass…” Maren joked as he stood up on his knees. Katakuri looked down and noticed his boyfriend’s bulging cock, precum pooling at the tip and trickling down the shaft.

“That quick?”

“Shush. Put your knees up together for me.”

The priest did as he was told, he raised his knees up and together as Maren directed. He started to unbuckle his belt as Maren reached for the waistband, tugging it off him in haste until he noticed something.

“Oh ho ho! Katakuri! All this for me?” Maren said enthusiastically.

Underneath the garb, Katakuri was wearing some latex lingerie that only further accented his figure. The garter belt hugging the priest’s thighs were so tantalizing to the demon; he wiped away some drool that escaped from his mouth, dribbling dangerously.

“There’s more to see y’know“. Katakuri’s voice cut through Maren’s daze. He shook his head.

“Right. Well let’s see what else you got”. Maren unbuttoned the rest of Katakuri’s top. Oh how he wished he could tear off his stupid robe and devour him entirely. But alas, his boyfriend needed these clothes to go to work tomorrow. He slowly, tediously, unbuttoned the last one before finally opening his present. Maren was not disappointed.

Katakuri donned a few leather straps connected by rings that wrapped nicely around his tattoo’ed chest and upper arms. His entire being was nicely decorated in latex and leather, only adding more kick to the ardor and desire within.

Maren was at a loss for words, only being able to mutter out phrases in his trance. “So beautiful… God damn… look so good”. He opened the priest’s legs apart and noticed how much tighter the latex looked than it did a minute ago.

“Change of plans, turn around” he ordered.

There was no need for any more words as Katakuri did as he was instructed. He whined when Maren pulled his hips towards his own, feeling Maren’s huge dick slip between the back of his legs. He desperately cried out, “Wait!” His boyfriend grunted, waiting for Katakuri to slip a ball of blanket underneath his hips to elevate himself. Katakuri then nodded his head at him once he was comfortable.

Once he was given the green light, Maren shut Katakuri’s legs around his cock and started thrusting wildly; the poor demon couldn’t wait any longer. The feeling of Katakuri’s soft yet strong legs drove him insane especially when Katakuri would give them a slight squeeze.

The attic was full of moans and creaks from floorboards, sounds of bodies moving amongst other things. Katakuri already knew the latex and leather would make Maren get horny as hell and loved it when the demon lost himself during sex. Maren looked over his smaller boyfriend, observing all the muscles on his back clenching with each thrust, trembling with pent up desire; he licked his lips and placed a kiss on Katakuri’s back, inciting the priest to cry louder and harder. Peppering his back with tiny bouts of affection made Katakuri feel more sensitive to his every thrust, moaning more when he felt Maren’s large hands grip his hips, holding him steady as he pressed his cock harder.

The feeling inside Maren was about to boil over and reach its destination, it made his vision blurry yet brought his attention to focus on the incoming orgasm. How he wished this burning sensation would last forever, to just stay enraptured for however long time would allow him and being the petty demon he was, he was going to try to ride out this feeling of ecstasy, chasing the high until the very end. Maren leaned in towards Katakuri’s ear and nibbled on it, causing Katakuri to arch his back some more, squeezing his thighs together.

One final thrust did the trick as Maren came all over Katakuri’s thighs and stained the blankets underneath him, the two panting from how intense the experience was. Maren let body roll off to the side, placing his arm underneath his head to rest and caress Katakuri’s hair, giving him a pat on the back.

Katakuri turned to face Maren and gave him a deep, post coital kiss, avoiding the spikes on his back as he hugged him while Maren slid off his latex bottoms, finally freeing his boyfriend’s cock. He noticed how wet the tip was, finding it so cute that Katakuri was enjoying himself as well and how it probably smeared the inside of his bottoms. The mental imagery roused him once more. Katakuri ended the kiss, looking into the demon’s eyes and smiled warmly at him.

“Happy Valentine’s day again Maren”

He stared back intensely into Katakuri’s eyes; they were gleaming with desire. He would be unsatisfied with just one orgasm for tonight. Smiling mischievously, he grabbed Katakuri’s dick and started to rub him off slowly and carefully.

“Oh we’re not done here”

Maren sat up, guiding his boyfriend to sit between his legs and placing Katakuri’s legs over his. The priest groaned a little from being handled so caringly like this, his hips jerking slightly from every pump Maren gave him, biting his lip to try to muffle his voice but his demonic boyfriend wasn’t going to have any of that.

“Ah ah. Let me hear you enjoy yourself.” He demanded, putting his free hand on Katakuri’s bottom lip and pulling it down, revealing Katakuri’s own set of sharp teeth. “My what big teeth you have, father”, he joked endearingly. Katakuri could only moan in response as Maren’s pace became hasty, his grip on his cock getting a little tighter. Maren licked his lips at the sight of the precum leaking out, itching for a taste later tonight. Using his thumb, he drew circles on the head that only made Katakuri tense up in pleasure.

Katauri’s hand wandered towards the back of Maren’s head, pulling on some hair out of desperation, which only seemed to encourage Maren even more; he needed something to grip while his devilish partner was jacking him off, making him so entranced in the moment.

Seeing how worked up his boyfriend was getting, Maren deduced that he was getting pretty close, he wanted to make this moment more intimate before he finished. Maren closed the gap between him and Katakuri, capturing his mouth and gently biting the bottom lip, aware of his own sharp teeth as to not accidentally draw blood from Katakuri, kissing him feverishly.

“Maren, I’m-”

“I know. Come for me.” he ordered.

That’s all Katakuri needed to hear to finally come undone, strings painting Maren’s torso relentlessly, laying down the mess of blankets and the chilled wooden floorboard once he let it all out. He looked into the demon’s eyes again and huffed, “Maren… I… wow”. His mind was foggy and Katakuri couldn’t think properly, the words he wanted to say became so garbled up, they were no longer in his vocabulary at this time.

Maren was glowing, happy to see his boyfriend blushing, happy, and blabbering. The few times they get together and spend some time with each other means a lot to Maren, finding a partner who really understands him, making him feel less lonely and more fulfilled.

He held out his hand with his fingers extended to the priest, interlocking hands when Katakuri reached out, pulling him up again into one of his strong arms. Katakuri’s body was still limp from the sex but it only made Maren laugh quietly, thinking of a rag doll as he hugged him tightly. For the next few moments, he kissed Katakuri’s sweaty temple repeatedly, almost comically.

The shorter man chuckled and broke the silence, “Heh Maren, you’re wonderful. I’m so glad you’re here with me”. Maren continued to kiss Katakuri, now trailing down to his face, lips, and neck, leaving no area untouched. Katakuri continued.

“You can’t bring yourself to say it?”

“Why should I?” Maren whispered, giving one last kiss on the forehead, “It’s already obvious”.

[hotdogdynamitezzz]

Hii love happy Valentine day ❤. I'm here to participate in your game . I'm choosing :- Three things I love about your Birth Chart with a brief explanation💌 . Here's my natal chart .

Hii! Happy Late Valentine's!

Ahhh Jupiter in 10th house Virgo at an Aquarius degree is NICE. Your career opportunities and money comes easily to you as you are naturally good at leading others and organizing groups of people and ideas.

Venus in Taurus 7th House at a Libra degree is so nice because this is the most sensual Venus placement ever lol. You're really giving in relationships maybe even too much sometimes, and you really know how to make everyone feel special. Your love language probably revolves around Physical Touch or Gift Giving, maybe Acts of Service too. You're very charming and others are drawn to your sweet and gentle nature, you also may have goodluck with money.

As we are on the theme of money, I want to address your 2nd house Pluto. You make money from esoteric topics or occult knowledge, or maybe you are involved in companies with a lot of resources, power & control. Your money might have been micromanaged before or you grew up poor. This can also manifest as a transformation in self confidence throughout the years where instead of your possessions and finances being controlled you later hold a lot of power in money as you're very strategic and knowledgeable about finances. You can literally manipulate money to work in your benefit. Making deals with people would be favourable with your 7th house too.

[softxsuki]

hi!! i remember a while ago you wrote a fic about bakugou taking reader to a BTS concert and we talked about how he’d be Yoongi biased; ever since then i’ve loved your work!

i’m here to make a request for the valentine’s day event!!

- character is bakugou

- fem!reader

- pet names can include baby/babe, love, dumbass/idiot, pretty girl (this was the only reason why i said fem!reader lol just to be safe), and any of those pet names with “my” in front of them! (my pretty girl, my baby, etc)

- reader and bakugou are in a long-term established relationship :]]

- the tone of the letter is a full on love letter with a bit of comfort for insecurities that i explained in one of the bullets below (but the focus is a love letter, i hope that makes sense)

- genre is fluff and modern high school AU! so reader and katsuki go to a public high school and are teenagers; maybe they’re juniors or seniors if you’re familiar with the American school system

- katsuki gives reader the letter by getting reader’s friend to give it to them (the friend can be a BNHA character if you want) along with something wrapped in parchment paper

- so the idea i had for this letter is that katsuki and reader are going on a date for valentine’s day in the evening. let’s just say it falls on a friday because earlier that school day one of reader’s friends gives reader the letter and the package, right before they go home. reader is v confused but when they get home they find out that the package has a dress in it (the letter said to open the package first lol). it’s a dress that reader tried on at the mall when they went out with katsuki the weekend prior and wanted to get, but ultimately didn’t because they felt they weren’t feminine enough to wear it, or that they weren’t pretty. even tho they want to feel feminine, they struggle with it. they tend to dress more masculine on a day to day basis because of this. anyways, katsuki picked up on this and bought the dress on his own, knowing that reader wanted it. the main point of the letter is that it’s part of his gift for valentine’s day, but it’s also to comfort reader and tell them they’re pretty, and that they should wear the dress. he also has the details of the date in the letter and tells reader to wear the dress and meet him at a specific location for the date (maybe a picnic/stargazing date since the dress is kinda like a flowy and long summer dress if that makes sense?). of course he chose not to tell reader irl or even give them the package irl lol but it’s for the dramatic scenario >:]

ahhh that was long but i hope it made sense!! this is so self indulgent and oddly specific but i hope im not too late! if so that’s fine but thanks so much for taking the time to read this! :D have a good day/night

Bakugou's Comforting Love Letter To His Girlfriend

Valentine's Day Letter Event Masterlist (CLOSED)

Pairing: Bakugou x Fem!Reader

Warnings: insecurities about readers body, mild language

Genre: Fluff, Comfort

Post-Type: Letter

Word Count: 600

Summary: In which Bakugou sends Momo to deliver a dress and letter to you for him for your Valentine's Day date later that evening. He expresses his love and consoles you about your insecurities in the letter.

[A/N: HEY, Happy Valentine's Day! Ah yes, Bakugou as a Yoongi stan, I still stand by that statement. Thank you for the super detailed request, it really helped me visualize a lot of things. Also, those dresses were super cute, I wish I had the body for them LOL. I hope you enjoy this letter from Bakugou <3]

Earlier that day before you went home, Momo comes up to you and gave you a package that had a letter attached to it without any explanations. You’re very confused, but when you get home, put read the top of the envelope which says to open the package first and you’re pleasantly surprised when you see a dress in it; however, it isn’t just any dress, it was one that you had tried on at the mall when you went out with bakugou the weekend prior, but never bought.You wanted to buy it, but you didn’t because you felt like you weren’t feminie or pretty enough to wear it.

You admire the dress for a few minutes holding it up against your chest in your mirror before gently placing it on your bed and getting comfortable before opening the letter that was attached;

Babe,

I hope you followed instructions and opened the package first or else this letter is just going to be a huge spoiler for you.

You remember where the dress is from, right? I could see how much you adored it, but yet you walked out the store without it. I couldn’t help myself and returned the next day and bought it for you, thankfully it was still available, but you looked so gorgeous, it would be a shame for you not to enjoy yourself and wear it.I know you look down on yourself sometimes, specifically about your appearance, but you have nothing to worry about dumbass. Your appearance is proof of your hard work on building up your strength which is hot. I don’t care what anyone else thinks, you’re my pretty girl and I’ll kill anyone that says otherwise. So don’t think twice about wearing this dress, my old hag said it would look perfect on you, and it’s the first thing I’ve agreed on with her for a long time, so wear it.

Now, I bought you this dress to wear for our date tonight. It’s a special day for us, not those damn extras. Valentine’s Day is about us now and I thought you’d like something like this. It fits the occasion perfectly and you’d look beautiful. We’ll have a picnic under the stars together, just you and I.

On a serious note (I swear if you show this to anyone I’m never doing something like this again) I love you baby. You’ve managed to bring out a part of me that I hid away for so long because of my own insecurities. You always do your best to shower me in love as well and I’m sorry that I’m not the best at doing the same, but I appreciate all the love you’ve shown me. It’s something I thought would never be possible in my life, especially because of my attitude, but I’m glad that I let you into my life.

Anyway enough mushy shit, I’ll see you later. Don’t be late, idiot. I love you.

What the hell do I write here?

Bakugou.

You were so happy, you could feel tears of joy make their way down your face.

You looked back over again at the beautiful dress that you had fallen in love with that day, but regrettably left behind. The elegant flowers littered all over the fabric, the straight neckline, the vintage/cottage looking sleeves that puffed up perfectly–you were still in love with it and couldn’t wait to wear it for your special Valentine’s Day date with Bakugou.

You’d definitely need to pepper him in kisses as a ‘thank you’ for being so thoughtful and sweet when you see him.

EVENT REQUESTS ARE CLOSED

REGULAR REQUESTS ARE OPEN

Posted: 2/14/2022

[salami2]

AN: Thank you @rxsyxhh for participating in Sally’s Valentines Lovers Raffle! Here is your 1 Oneshot that was apart of the 4 prizes. Enjoy!

Warning(s): Mentions of family, work, venting, crying, etc.

— Withered Bonnie x gn!reader —

As the lights flicked on, you flopped down in the tattered, rolling chair and spun around with a heavy sigh.

Your day has been utterly tiring. With your friends being too busy to hang out, family becoming incredibly annoying, and things just not working out today. Let’s just say your job as a night guard isn’t as appealing today.

Peering through the vents, you checked with a freshly charged flashlight. Thank goodness. Nothing there.

The time was 12am. You massages your forehead and groaned.

“They’re not here yet, that’s good.”

From what your boss had told you, the toy animatronics have been extra lively from the past shows today. So you can expect them to be the same this time as well.

Thundering booms made its way through the darkness. You squinted your eyes to see who it is, forgetting you had a flashlight.

“… Hello? Who’s there?”

You shouted. Flickering the flashlight front and center of your office space.

The silhouette of a rabbit's ears perked in from the darkness. Ruby eyes illuminates the darkness. You’re eyes glimmered, knowing exactly who came to visit you.

“BONNIE!!” you squealed, rushing towards the revealed figure.

He slowly inched towards you as you jumped for joy.

Bonnie had always been your friend, ever since your first ever shift at the Pizzaplex. He was interested in the new guard, and decided to pay you a visit.

The withered animatronic was surprised to see no concern on your face as he was crippled and frightening. Usually scaring away the past guards that came and gone.

“Bon, it’s so great to see you. You have no idea how exhausting today was…”

Walking back to your chair, you slumped in and sighed heavily. Taking off your nightcap and rubbing your forehead.

“Everyones at work when I’m not, my mom has been a thorn in my side today, and I fell down my houses stair twice! How the hell does that happen!?”

He listened to your woes. Taking in all the things going wrong lately. Bonnie has always been so patient with you when the others weren't.

“… And that’s about everything. Sorry to dump this on ya, Bon. Today has made me wanna cry so many times, I-“

Suddenly, with his only arm, Bonnie picked you up with great strength. Pulling you into a tight hug. Patting you on the back.

Truth be told, today hasn’t been the greatest for him either. Toy Bonnie really gets on his nerves. So this sweet moment is what he’s been waiting for all this time.

Small tears rolled down your cheeks, as you shut your eyes closed to keep them from going.

“Ahhh… thank you, Bon. I… appreciate this.”

Bonnie nodded, letting go and wiping your tears away.

Truly, you could always trust Bonnie to cheer you up through hard times. Always and forever.

@salami2

[chaotic-jjk-fiction]

Perfect Puppy

Gojo Satoru x Fem Puppy reader x Nanami Kento

Happy Valentine’s Day! This fic isn’t specifically theme for Valentine’s day, but it is cute and fluffy. 

TW: Poly Fic, Puppy reader, Reader is adopted from shelter, she/her pronouns used, Reader wears a collar, Reader is essentially just a pet, cute fluff

Gojo sat on the counter as Nanami cooked, swimming his legs and watching his lover work. Despite the fact that the two of them worked together, it felt like they barely spent any time together. Domestic moments were a rare occurrence for the two, and Gojo was enjoying it fully. He also figured it was to the perfect time to bring up something that had been on his mind for a bit. He sighed loudly hoping to get his lovers attention. 

“What is it?” Nanami asked rolling his eyes at his husband’s antics. Gojo chose to ignore that and express his thoughts anyways,

“I want a pet.” He then paused to see how Nanami would react. 

“Like a goldfish?

“Noooo,” Gojo whined, “Like a dog or maybe a cat.” Nanami stopped for a moment to take in what he had just heard.

“We can’t get a pet like that with our job, you know that.” He paused, “And what makes you bring this up now anyway?” Gojo pushed himself off his perch and wrapped his arms around Nanami’s waist as he stood at the stove. 

“I’ve always wanted a pet but I was never allowed to have one as a kid. I brang it up now because we’ve finally got a house where we have the space.” Nanami pondered Gojo’s explanation before moving to grab some plates out of the cabinet, breaking free from his lover’s embrace. 

“You do know you’d have to feed it, walk it, and take care of it in every other way?” He continued to serve the food as he waited for Gojo’s answer.

“I know that. And of course I would take care of it.” Nanami sighed as he placed the plates of food on the table at their respective places. 

“Alright Satoru, I suppose we can look into getting a pet if you really want one.” Gojo was ecstatic. He spent the rest of the night talking about what he wanted in the pet. 

“I want them to love me, they have to be good with cuddles, I want them to like walks, but not need them, ooh and maybe just a touch of separation anxiety so that they are always happy to see me!” Nanami was happy to see his husband so excited and he just hoped it wasn’t just another one of Gojo's whims, a pet was starting to sound nice.

The next day Gojo didn’t bring it up as they got ready for work and he didn’t seem a bit more excited than normal. Nanami couldn’t help but wonder if his partner had forgotten their conversation. They didn’t see each other until it was late into the afternoon. Gojo was bounding up to Nanami with a folder in his hands.

“I printed out a list of the adoptable pets at this shelter so we can look over them on the way there!” Apparently, Gojo had not forgotten their conversation at dinner, and Nanami soon found himself being dragged into a waiting car. On the way to the adoption center that Gojo had chosen the two of them poured over the file. 

“Look at how cute that one is. Oh, but look at that one’s ears. AHHH they’re all so cute!” Nanami couldn’t help but feel his heart warm at the sight of his overexcited husband. They had to quickly stop back at their place first to take some pictures of their living situation as proof that they had a suitable home to own a pet. As soon as they had done that they were right back on course to the shelter.   

“I really can’t decide which of them I like more. Do you have a favorite so far?” Gojo turned to Nanami hoping to get some input on the pets they were looking at. 

“Actually,” Nanami paused “There is one that caught my eye.”

“Which one?” Gojo was eager to know which pet he found of interest. Nanami ruffled through the papers looking for their page. Upon finding it he held it in the middle of the two of them so that Gojo could see it too. 

“She’s so cute, I see why you like her.” Nanami nodded to affirm Gojo’s words. The pet that had caught his eye was a puppy girl. 

“We’ll request to me meet her when we get there!” Gojo was pleased by his husband’s choice and was hoping that you would be everything he wanted in a pet so that it would all work out. 

As soon as they arrived, Gojo was bounding up to the front desk asking the receptionist to help them meet you so they could assess compatibility. The receptionist handed them the proper paperwork so that they could do just that and Nanami filled it out while Gojo handed him the photos of their house to keep on file. Once Nanami handed the paperwork back they looked over it before directing the couple to follow him. They walked into a back area with a long hallway of rooms where prospective adopters could meet the pets they were thinking of adopting. 

“Please wait in here while I bring her to you.” The receptionist bowed before closing the door to the room they had been given behind him. Nanami and Gojo sat down on the sofa-like-bench in the room. Gojo was getting antsy, “I can’t wait to meet her!” His excitement was a little contagious and Nanami found himself also with a swelling feeling of anticipation. They didn’t have to wait for very long though, and soon the receptionist was opening the door to reveal himself and you standing right next to him. You looked just like your picture, almost cuter if they were being honest. The receptionist guided you into the room before making his exit once again. 

“If you need anything please don’t hesitate to push the button on the wall.” and with that, he was gone. Gojo and Nanami now focused their attention on you.  You stood awkwardly in the middle of the room, tail down unsure of whether or not to trust the gentlemen in front of you. Gojo motioned for you to join them, you hesitantly took a few steps forward before freezing again. Gojo was loving how shy you were, while on the other hand he just wanted you to love him immediately. Gojo once again patted the space in between him and Nanami eagerly inviting you to sit there. You took a few more steps, finally reaching the end of the bench, before turning around and sitting down. Although you felt awkward being in-between the two complete strangers, you couldn’t deny that your heart was pounding with excitement at the idea of being adopted. Gojo couldn’t stop himself and he brought his hand up to your head, lightly petting your ears. His action made you shiver and lean into his touch. This only served to fuel his eagerness in touching you, and his light strokes turned into a much more vigorous scratching of behind your ears. Nanami watched the way your tail started wagging and how content you now looked under Gojo’s touch. He realized that you were the one, at least in his mind, and he hoped that Gojo would agree. 

“Aww, does puppy like that?” Gojo cooed as he continued to scratch behind your ears, the little rumble coming from your chest was enough of a confirmation for both of them. Nanami did not personally feel the need to join Gojo in petting you, seeing how happy his lover is was enough. He continued to watch over the course of 30 minutes as the two of you bonded. He knew that Gojo and him would be adding a third member to their family.  

“Have you made your decision?” Nanami asked looking down at the pair who had ended up on the floor of the room. Gojo and you paused your petting/cuddling and looked up at him. Nanami elaborated,

“Would you like to look at other pets, or have are you made up you mind Satoru?” You looked up at Gojo with your biggest puppy eyes. You longed for adoption, and the attention Gojo was giving you was all you ever wanted. One look at your cute expression was all too much for Gojo, 

“I’ve made up my mind! I want her.” Nanami nodded in agreement and pushed the call button on the wall. Nanami stood when the receptionist popped in a minute later, 

“Did you need something?”

“We would like to adopt her today,” Nanami stated looking from you and Gojo to the receptionist in the doorway. 

“We need to review the images of your home you provided and there is more paperwork to fill out-”

“That is ok, can we start on the paperwork while the photos are being reviewed?”

“Of course, I’ll go get it right away.” He bowed and quickly exited the room. Nanami was immediately encased in his lover’s arms as Gojo threw himself at Nanami. 

“Thank you!” Gojo sang burying his head in the crook of his lover’s neck. Gojo soon broke away from him though and returned his attention back to you. 

“Did ya hear the puppy? You’re going to be coming home with us!” You couldn’t control how fast your tail started wagging at his words. It didn’t take long for the receptionist to come back with the required paperwork. Nanami filled it out as Gojo resumed playing with you, all the while telling you how perfect your life was going to be and all the nice things you would have. It didn’t take too long to fill out the forms and soon Nanami was once again pressing the call button. He handed the man the completed forms, 

“Your house has been approved. You may come out and get your care instructions packet, please look over them and make sure you don’t have any questions before leaving.” The receptionist opened the door wide for the three of you. Gojo took your hand and lead you out of the room, Nanami followed behind the two of you. Once back in the main entrance area of the shelter where they had first entered, they were handed a small stack of papers. The care packet turned out to be very straight forward. It had a section on feeding, training, your immunization record, medical things to look out for, and so on. 

“Are you ready to go to your new home?” Gojo cooed to you, watching your ears perk up. 

“Not so fast,” Nanami interjected, “We still need to get you a collar.” 

“Oh right,” Gojo remembered. That didn’t take very long though as the shelter had an attached store. Soon you were fitted with a cute collar that Gojo had chosen with your input, and had a name tag with your name and their numbers. 

“Alright puppy, let’s get you home,” Gojo chirped. He had insisted that you sit on his lap for the entire car ride back to their place. Gojo continued to play with your hair and ears, while Nanami finally made a move to touch you, silently allowing his hand to rest on your thigh. It didn’t take long to reach their apartment. Once inside Gojo was eager to give you the full tour of your new living space, 

“This is the living room, we watch movies and relax there. This is the kitchen where we eat. This is the guest bathroom. Oh! And this is the bedroom. You’ll be sleeping here with us.” You were at Gojo’s heels the entire time, joyfully following him and experiencing your new home. 

“Hmm… according to the schedule the shelter had you on, it’s about time for you to eat dinner. Are you hungry?” Nanami asked looking up from the papers in his hand. Your tail halted its back and forth motion, taking in his words before it resumed its wagging. You nodded your head, bringing your hand to your tummy to emphasize your hunger. 

“Alright then, let’s fix that.” Nanami made his way back to the kitchen and pulled out the leftovers from last night. As he heated them up for the three of you, Gojo lead you to the table and promptly pulled you onto his lap. It didn’t take Nanami very long to prepare the food, and soon he was setting down two full plates for them, and just one bowl of plain rice for you.

“The instructions said to stick to plain food for the first few days to make sure that the stress of adjusting to a new environment, your doesn’t upset your stomach,” Nanami explained noticing your pouty expression at the dull meal. 

“Cheer up puppy,” Gojo chimed in, “close your eyes and I’ll feed it to you so you can pretend it’s something yummy.” You obliged, closing your eyes and opening your mouth allowing Gojo to feed you. Nanami watched as his husband praised you for eating all your food like the good girl you were. Not too long after finishing the rice, you felt yourself growing a bit tired. You were still on Gojo’s lap as he ate his food, and you took advantage of your position. Nuzzling your nose into his neck before resting your head on his shoulder and falling asleep. Gojo had to contain his excitement as not to wake you once he realized what had happened.  

“Look at her,” Gojo whispered with glee to Nanami. 

“She’s definitely adorable.” Nanami agreed, standing up after taking one last look last you as began clearing the plates. After he finished cleaning up, he made his way back to his lover who had remained in the exact same position as not to disturb you. 

“Here, let me take her.” Nanami moved to lift you off Gojo, cradling you to him in bridal position. He carefully started walking to the bedroom, Gojo following behind him. The way your hand took hold of Nanami’s suit jacket as he carried you was enough to make him melt. Gojo pulled back the covers on the bed and Nanami gently laid you down on the mattress. He had to remove the hand of yours that was gripping him and guided it down with the rest of you. The two of them changed quickly so they could join you in the bed. As soon as Gojo was changed he made his way to your side, wrapping his arms around you, pulling your back to his chest. Nanami followed his lead and laid on the other side of you on his back. What he was not expecting was you to wiggle away from Gojo in your sleep and cling to his chest. Gojo frowned, 

“That’s not fair, she’s supposed to love me more.”

[inevitably-johnlocked]

Do you have a list of first kiss recs?

Hey Nonny!

Ahhh okay, so I was initially going to tack this onto another person’s ask because I usually combine the First Kiss and First Time fics together, but then I realized that First Kiss can happen without the First Time, and I’m sorta dumb, so FOR THIS LIST, it’s gonna be mostly fics ONLY TAGGED First Kiss (I usually go “first kiss/time” if both are in the fic), so this is pretty much a T-Rated list, hee hee. So YAY another excuse for another new list hee hee!

Again, if anyone has any First Kiss fics WITHOUT the first times or it’s G/T/M rated, let us know!

FIRST KISS

See also:

First Time || [MOBILE]

First Time Pt. 2

First Time Pt. 3

His (Again) by patternofdefiance (M, 820 w. || Fluff, John Comes Home) – John wonders how he had never seen this before, never noticed before, how happy Sherlock can look, and also how lonely.

Tap by doctorcaseyholmes (G, 896 w., 1 Ch. || Fluff, Morse Code, First Kiss, Love Confessions) – Sherlock finds an unobtrusive way to let out his feelings for John.

First Kiss by jawnandsharklock (NR, 1,119 w., 1 Ch. || First Kiss, Fluff) – "Look into the mirror. Do you see your mouth? Good. Go two inches to the right from the right corner of your mouth. Then two and a half inches up. Stop. I said two and a half inches, not five. There you go. Right there. That’s where this story begins. Or maybe that’s where it ends. Or maybe it’s all the same."

Ex by Itsallfine (T, 1,248 w., 1 Ch. || Angsty Fluff, Love Confessions, Coming Out, Exes, First Kiss, Fake Relationship, Getting Outed) – One night, in the midst of their post-case high and on the cusp of something more, John and Sherlock run into John’s ex. His ex-boyfriend.

Upon Reflection, Tenable Frippery by emmagrant01 (T, 1,299 w., 1 Ch. || Post-S4, John’s Beard, First Kiss, Fluff) – John was, inexplicably, growing a beard.

A Better Fate Than Wisdom by flawedamythyst (G, 1,339 w., 1 Ch. || First Kiss, John’s Sexuality Crisis, Pining Sherlock, Happy Ending, Fluff) – Nearly four hours pass between their first kiss and their second.

I love you, I say by khoshekhskitten (G, 1,576 w., 1 Ch. || Pre & Post TRF, Hurt / Comfort, First Kiss, Love Confessions) – "I love you" is a phrase that follows John Watson through his life with Sherlock Holmes.

Santa Knows by Itsallfine (T, 1,719 w., 1 Ch. || Christmas Party, Love Confessions, First Kiss, Fluff, Matchmaking, POV Sherlock, Pining Sherlock) – Sherlock and John both get exactly what they want from the Yard's secret Santa exchange. Pure holiday fluff.

There's Always Three of Us by Itsallfine (T, 1,765 w., 1 Ch. || S4 Fix It Fic/Post TFP, Parentlock / Rosie, Angelo’s, First Kiss, January 29, Love Declarations) – Sherlock takes John and Rosie out to Angelo's and gets a chance to correct the biggest mistake of his life.

Christmas by thegirlinthedeathfrisbee (G, 1,768 w., 1 Ch. || Mistletoe, First Kiss, Fluff) – John goes home for Christmas -- to the Holmes home, that is.

Want by siennna (T, 1,806 w., 1 Ch. || Fluff, Pining, First Kiss, POV Sherlock, Requited, Second Person POV) – When John speaks, you hear more than words. You hear the rise and fall of his tone, the comfortable quake of his laughter, the warm pauses of silence in between. When John laughs, there are stars glittering on his tongue and galaxies resting just behind his teeth, and you wish you could press your lips there and burrow into the warm sound. Part 6 of sienna’s favorites

The Stranger by LaKoda0518 (T, 1,844 w., 1 Ch. || Alternate First Meeting, Fluff, First Kiss, For a Case, Mysterious Madman, Lonely John) – John Watson is standing on the platform waiting to board a train to his sister’s after being invalided home from Afghanistan. A chance meeting with a mysterious madman turns his world upside down and changes his life forever.

Through A Glass by Mildredandbobbin (M, 2,012 w., 1 Ch. || Voyeurism, Masturbation, First Kiss) – There is an adjoining door in the bathroom at 221B that leads into Sherlock’s bedroom. The door, from the bathroom to Sherlock’s bedroom, is made of three glass, semi-opaque panels. It has suddenly come to Sherlock’s attention that if he stands in exactly the right spot in his bedroom he can see through said panels, and more to the point, can see John.

Duvet (green) by Mazarin221b (G, 2,021 w., 1 Ch. || Post-THoB, Mind Palace, Revelations, First Kiss) – Sherlock recalibrates and restructures his mind palace so it looks like 221b. What he chooses to put in John's room is a bit of a surprise, and a revelation.

The Marriage Proposal Negotiation by Goddess_of_the_Night (G, 2,161 w., 1 Ch. || Dev. Rel., Possessive Sherlock, Insecure Sherlock, Fluff, First Kiss, Post Mary) – Sherlock hasn't ever really done anything the traditional way, so of course it wouldn't bother him to propose to John even though they're not even dating. And the fact that John is already on a date with someone else when he decides to do it? Tedious.

The Case of the Made-Up Case by DoubleNegative (T, 2,394, 1 Ch. || Fake Relationship, Clubbing, First Kiss, For Science, Humour) - Sherlock takes John to a club. For a “case.” Yes, John, a case. Part 1 of The (Secret) Adventures of Sherlock Holmes

John's Drawers by JezebelGoldstone (T, 2,646 w., 1 Ch. || Fluff, First Kiss, Romance, Humour) – Sherlock snoops through John's drawers and finds something. . . unexpected.

Crime Scene Procedure for Death by Drowning by paxlux (T, 2,668 w., 1 Ch. || Post-TGG, First Kiss, Sherlock’s Violin, Fluff) – He lies back in bed and listens to the notes and pictures them gathering around Sherlock’s feet like water. Part 1 of proper procedure

There'll be people By Ariane DeVere (T, 2,739 w., 1 Ch. || Friendship, Romance, Angsty Fluff, First Kiss) – There's a reason why Sherlock doesn't travel on the Underground, and it's not because he's a snob. John learns the reason the hard way. Although, given the conclusion, maybe this one Tube ride wasn't such a bad idea.

Let Go by thisisforyou (G, 2,743 w., 1 Ch. || Friends to Lovers, First Kiss, Fluff, Anxious / Worried Sherlock) – In the end, separating John's things from Sherlock's in the chaos of their sitting room is like pulling a limpet from a wet rock. Especially when the rock is clinging on for dear life, because Sherlock doesn't want to let go. Short, fluffy h/c Johnlock oneshot.

Closeted by Sexxica (E, 2,762 w., 1 Ch. || Trapped in a Closet, Panicking Sherlock, Hand Jobs, Coming in Pants, Awkward Conversations, Love Confessions, First Kiss, Fluffy Ending) – An improvised hiding spot and a bit of accidental voyeurism leave John and Sherlock in an awkward position.

BBCSH 'How To Save A Life' by tigersilver (T, 2,784 w., 1 Ch. || First Kiss, Angsty Schmoop, Requited Love) – Pining, requited, and unabated spates of 'first kiss' fluff. Post Mary, AU, mildly cracky. John lays a smooch on Sherlock's nape in passing. The world does that thing it does when it wobbles and Sherlock practically falls off his own pins. Part 1 of 'How To...'

Better Late Than Never by sussexbound (NR (T), 3,021 w., 1 Ch. || Post-S4 / TFP Doesn’t Exist, Sherlock POV, Love Confessions, Drunk Sherlock / Sober John, John Takes Care of Sherlock, First Kiss, Jealous Sherlock, Emotional Turmoil) – He suddenly wants John Watson out of his bedroom, out of his flat, out of his life, because he has been lying to himself these last few months, he realises. He doesn’t want John here, not with the way things are. He doesn’t want 221b Baker Street to be nothing more than rest stop John returns to on his journeys between women. He doesn’t want to play co-parent if Rosie is going to be snatched away from him and placed in the arms of whatever nameless woman du jour John lands on next. He doesn’t want to keep being so careful, so generous, so, so…

The General Idea by agirlsname (T, 3,022 w., 1 Ch. || Retirement, Promise of Forever / Proposal, POV John, First Kiss, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Soft Sherlock, Idiots in Love, Crying / Emotional Sherlock, Love Confessions) – After twenty years of friendship, John is used to Sherlock acting weirdly. But the news Sherlock finally brings himself to deliver change the carefully built dynamics between them, and John realises it's time to act.

Until the End of the World by SarahCat1717 (G, 3,049 w., 1 Ch. || Angst, First Kiss, Pining Sherlock, Oblivious John, Drunkenness) – Taking place in Season 3, John listens to an old favourite song and sorts through his memories and feelings about Sherlock and Mary.

The Sweetest Taste In The World by crossroads (G, 3,121 w., 1 Ch. || First Kiss, Jealous Sherlock, Fluff, Pining, Friends to Lovers) – The sweetest taste in the world is rarely ever the easiest to come by.

On a Sunday Morning by SD_Ryan (G, 3,136 w., 1 Ch. || Fluff, First Kiss, Obsessive Sherlock, Pining Sherlock) – Sherlock has a little problem. He can’t stop obsessing about John Watson.

it’s in the details by kimbiablue (T, 3,272 w., 1 Ch. || Fluff, First Kiss, Pining Idiots) – Sherlock and John meet with a forensic artist to determine how capable they are able to describe each other. In which John struggles to adequately describe Sherlock Holmes, and also thinks about his lips a lot.

Wish I Was In Heaven Sitting Down by standbygo (M, 3,282 w., 1 Ch. || Post-S4, Five Plus One, Missing Scenes, Parenthood, First Kiss, Friends to Lovers, Cuddling & Snuggling, Hurt/Comfort, Declarations of Love, Fluff, Food, John Whump) – Five times when Sherlock and John ate together, and one time they didn't. A history of the boys, in food.

Atrium by kali_asleep (T, 3,460 w. || 5+1, Valentines Day, Fluff & Schmoop, First Kiss) – Five times Sherlock gave John his heart, and the one time Sherlock got a heart in return (literally).

Water Is Another Matter by cathedral_carver (T, 3,903 w., 1 Ch. || Sick Fic, Pining, First Kiss, Heat Wave, Skinny Dipping) – He thinks it’s in trouble, his poor heart.

Last Christmas by Mazarin221b (T, 3,911 w., 1 Ch. || Fluff, Pining Sherlock, First Kiss) – That Earth-shaking revelation, then, leads to a problem, and one that Sherlock realizes should be solved quickly, before John’s dates turn into girlfriends or boyfriends, because sometimes girlfriends or boyfriends can turn into wives or husbands while your back is turned. Every time John hums happily at the mirror as he shaves, splashes on a little gift cologne Mrs. Hudson bought him for Christmas, Sherlock is drawn back to that night by the fire, and the way John’s touch had made the world stand still.

Five Times John Cooked Something with Peas and One First Kiss by 221b_careful_what_you_wish_for (T, 3,915 w. || 5 and Ones, Friends to Lovers, Mutual Pining, Cooking / Food, Sick Sherlock, Music, Domestic Fluff, First Kiss) – After John cooks five dinners that slowly reveal their hunger for each other, Sherlock and John finally share a first kiss.

Jukebox by standbygo (T, 3,990 w., 1 Ch. || Fluff, Singing/Music, Sherlock’s Mind Palace, Hurt/Comfort, Humour, Friends to Lovers, First Kiss) – After the music halls of Sherlock's mind palace get damaged by accident, John learns that Sherlock never forgets a song. Even the ones he'd rather forget. But the random singalong brings some unexpected benefits.

The Oolong Disaster by unicornpoe (T, 4,151 w., 1 Ch. || John’s Beard, Fluff, Humour, Frustrated Sherlock, John Takes Care of Sherlock, Case Fic-ish, Pining Sherlock, First Kiss, Possessive Sherlock) – John has a beard. Sherlock has a panic attack.

Because Blah Blah Blah Happy by cwb (E, 4,578 w., 1 Ch. || Fluff, Cuddles, Kissing, First Kiss, Requited Love, Pining Sherlock) – John is entirely done with the milk situation and gives Sherlock a list of shit he's pissed about. Sherlock sets out to make John happy. John is happy. Sherlock makes his own list. They are both very, very happy.

We Bleed into the Grey by QuinnAnderson (T, 4,989 w., 1 Ch. || First Kiss, Supernatural Elements, Fluff & Angst) – It was stupid, really. What was the point of having an ability if it wasn't even a useful one? Sherlock would just as soon be rid of his. Until he meets John Watson, that is.

A Study in Intimacy by doodle (T, 5,183 w., 1 Ch. || WEBARCHIVE LINK || PODFIC AVAILABLE || First Kiss, Virginity, Romance, Touching) – People don't touch Sherlock Holmes, not like they touch other people. Then he meets John Watson.

Welcome Home, John by slashscribe (G, 5,504 w., 1 Ch. || Post-S3, Angst, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Awkwardness, Stabbed Sherlock, Protective Sherlock, Panic Attack (Sherlock), Self Esteem Issues, Love Confessions, First Kiss) – When John moves back to 221B, he thinks he’s the broken one, but after a while, it becomes clear that he might not be correct.

Stranded by BeautifulFiction (T, 5,798 w., 1 Ch. || First Kiss, Communication / Relationship Discussion, Pining Sherlock, Sherlock POV, BAMF John, Doctor John, Case Fic, Drinking, Huddling For Warmth, Friends to More) –  When stranded on a derelict barge at high tide, John and Sherlock reconsider their friendship.

Closeted by sussexbound (T, 6,115 w., 1 Ch. || Love Confession, First Kiss, Games, Trapped in a Closet) – Sherlock and John get trapped in a closet while on a case. Some revelations are made while they play a game to pass the time. Part 1 of Intimacy

Disguises are always a self-portrait by yellowteapots (NR (T), 6,223 w., 1 Ch. || Case Fic, First Kiss, POV John, Fake Rel.) – Sherlock and John head out of town on a case of murder / suicide at a Pride Fest.

Survival Instinct by shirleyholmes (T, 7,162 w., 1 Ch. || Post-TRF, First Kiss, Schmoop, Nightmares, Fluff & Angst, Grief, Idiots in Love) – After Sherlock's "comeback" John starts obsessing with constantly making sure he's alive (checking his heartbeat etc.)

The Light of Day by allonsys_girl (M, 7,297 w., 4 Ch. || First Kiss, Angst, TSo3-Fix-It, Possessive Sherlock) – Rewrite of the end of Sign of Three. John actually notices Sherlock leaving the reception early, and chases after him. Angsty Johnlock. Happy ending, for sure. Part 1 of The Light of Day

Speak My Language by Itsallfine (T, 7,479 w., 4 Ch. || Thanksgiving, Love Languages, Love Confessions, First Kiss, John Experiments in Sherlock) – When Mrs. Hudson introduces John and Sherlock to the concept of the five love languages, Sherlock descends into a dark mood and John’s curiosity gets the better of him. What is Sherlock’s love language, and why does the whole concept set him so on edge? Part 1 of A Holiday Triptych

The T-Shirt Thief by watsonsherlocksuniverse (T, 7,968 w., 5 Ch. || Pining Sherlock, Doctor John, First Kiss, Canon Fix-It, Developing Rel., Mutual Pining) – Sherlock steals John's t-shirt from the laundry. John catches him wearing it one evening, fluff ensues with an endeared yet teasing John?

The Engine by stitchy (T, 8,294 w., 1 Ch. || First Kiss, Post-HLV, ASiP Do-Over, Sci-Fi, Time Travel) – Shortly after the events of His Last Vow, Sherlock has an opportunity to revisit the night of A Study in Pink and get some perspective on the destiny of he and John's relationship.

Never Been This Swept Away by estalita11 (T, 8,531 w., 1 Ch. || Post-TAB, Mary is Not Nice, Drug Use, First Kiss, Love Confessions) – Set immediately after TAB, Sherlock visits his brother to definitely not apologize about earlier and ends up finally learning a few things that would have been nice knowing about months ago. Mycroft never wants to deal with lovestruck idiots ever again.

High Tide by stardust_made (T, 8,540 w., 1 Ch. || Jealousy, Angst, First Kiss) – A little favour Sherlock stupidly agrees to do for Mycroft leads to John meeting a handsome, affluent man, who is going out of his way to woo him. Sherlock struggles with the situation and with his own reactions to it. Part 1 of The High Tide Series

Ravish Me by amalnahurriyeh (E, 10,025 w., 1 Ch. || UST / RST, Makeup / Lipstick, Sympathetic Sally, Experiments, Pining John, First Kiss, Face Fucking / BJ’s, Cuddling) – Sherlock is experimenting with patterns of wear on lipstick in daily encounters. John is going to go insane.

Their Great Reward by BeautifulFiction (T, 10,095 w., 1 Ch. || UST, First Kiss, Fluff) – Boxing day, in John's opinions, is the worst day of the year. Christmas is over, the tree is wilting and stripped of gifts, and there's a week of dead-time until the clean slate of the new year. However the combination of a blizzard, a power-cut and Sherlock might just make it a day to remember.

The Most Luminous of People by liriodendron (M, 10,979 w., 4 Ch. || Synesthesia, Pre-Slash, Developing Romance, First Kiss) – In which Sherlock Holmes finds out what it's like to truly want something, John Watson isn't too bad at deductions, and everything gets a bit bright for a minute. Part 1 of Conductivity

Say For Me, Love by MirabileLectu (T, 13,147 w., 1 Ch. || UST, First Kiss, Drama, Pining John, Victor Trevor) – If you had asked John this morning what the result of his quiet afternoon at home would be, discovering a truth about Sherlock's past startling enough to shift the foundations of their friendship would not have been his first guess. So naturally, that was what was bound to happen.

Licence to Kiss by fellshish (T, 13,739 w., 4 Ch. || Post-ASIB, Sort-Of Bondlock, First Kiss, Love Confessions, Mutual Pining, Angst and Humour, Bed Sharing) – Sherlock loves John, and John loves... James Bond. He only made Sherlock watch every single film. Tedious. And now John's birthday is coming up. Sherlock can't tell him how he feels, but he can organise an amazing gift: John's very own spy adventure. Sherlock begs Mycroft for a real case with some extra gadgets. And perhaps some actors pretending to be criminals. What could possibly go wrong?

On The Fence by BeautifulFiction (T, 13,770 w., 1 Ch. || Fencing, Case Fic, First Kiss, Insecure John, Pining John, Hug, Greg Finds Out) – The murder of the King's College fencing champion leads to revelations about Sherlock's past. Will it be the point that tips them from friends to lovers, or will they remain on the fence?

Hallowed Eve by EventHorizon (T, 14,750 w., 6 Ch. || First Kiss, Friends to Lovers, Halloween) – It probably wasn't the smartest idea to let Sherlock choose the costumes for Halloween, but John never considered himself the smartest man in the room, anyway.

Wonderful, Etcetera. by VictoryCandescence (T, 16,955 w., 3 Ch. || Wonderful Life AU || Alternate Timelines, Brotherhood, Homophobia, Suicidal Ideations, Mentions of Drug Use, Friendship, Different TRF, Sherlock’s Past, Victor Trevor is Past Boyfriend, Depression, Hallucination, Love Confessions, Christmas, First Kiss) – Sherlock thinks everyone would be better off if he had never existed, including and especially himself. When he finds himself in a world in which his wish has been granted, he begins to think perhaps even he could be wrong – but it takes an unlikely chaperone to make him not only observe, but understand.

Let's Make a Bed Out in the Rain by theimprobable1 (M, 17,664 w., 11 Ch. || Pining Sherlock, Angst & Fluff, First Kiss, Unrequited, Jealous Sherlock, Protective Sherlock) – John is devastated after his long-term girlfriend leaves him. Sherlock helps him through it.

You're On the Air by prettysailorsoldier (M, 20,616 w., 1 Ch. || Unilock, Matchmaking, Radio, Christmas, Christmas Fluff, First Kiss, Friends to Lovers, Sherlock POV, Pining Sherlock, Flirting, Bisexual John) – The Consulting Detective and The Woman dominate the airwaves of their university radio station, doling out advice on everything from meeting the parents to sexual positions. When their ratings start to dip before the holidays, however, manager Mike thinks it's time for some fresh blood, and who better to fill in the gaps than rugby captain--and notorious flirt--John Watson? Part 1 of 25 Days of Johnlock

Another Auld Lang Syne by DiscordantWords (M, 30,234 w., 31 Ch. || Post S4, Mutual Pining, Alternating POV, Introspection, Parentlock, Christmas, New Year’s, First Kiss, Past Drug Use, Angst with Happy Ending, Drinking, Sherlock Whump) – There had been years of missed chances.

The Winter Garden by Callie4180 (T, 31,213 w., 13 Ch. || Post-S4, Retirement, Christmas, Slow Burn, Grown-Up Rosie, Parenthood, Rosie’s Cat, Angst with Happy Ending, Holidays, Beekeeping, Magical Realism, Sherlock POV, Sherlock’s Violin, Future Fic, Sussex, Honey, Magical Healing Honey, Love Confessions, Sherlock’s Scar, First Kiss, Touching, Mycroft is Dying) – As Sherlock nears the end of his career, he's given the gift of a cottage in Sussex. The honey from the beehives out back is amazing. Almost...magical.

Chaperones by MissDavis (T, 34,114 w., 7 Ch. || 11 Years Post-S4, Fake Relationship, Parentlock, Disney World, Bed / Room Sharing, Friends to Lovers, Fluff, First Kiss, Obsessive Sherlock, Insecure John) – Right. Of course. Everyone assumed they were a couple and no one would question it. John put his elbows up on the table so he could rest his head in his hands. "You want to pretend to be a couple so we can chaperone a trip to Disney World with Rosie's class and you won't have to share a room with a stranger?" "Exactly." Sherlock beamed at him. "Don't worry about the cost. The Birmingham case last month paid more than enough to cover expenses for all three of us."

we have never seen a greater day than this by Lediona (T, 36,420 w., 7 Ch. || A Royal Night Out AU || WWII / VE Day, Prince Sherlock, Soldier John, Alternating POV, First Kiss, Bittersweet Ending, Homophobia, Dancing) – Peace. At long last. It’s VE Day and Prince William desires to join the celebrations. It is a night of excitement, danger and the first flutters of romance.

Inscrutable to the Last by DiscordantWords (M, 48,842 w., 6 Ch. || Post-TRF, Alternate S3, John’s Blog/S3 is a Story By John, Divorce, Marital Difficulties, John is a Mess, Emotional Reunion, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Grief / Mourning, Pining John, First Kiss, Adorably Clueless Sherlock, Nostalgia, Love Confessions, Eventual Happy Ending) – He wasn't Sherlock, he couldn't work miracles. All he'd ever been able to do was write about them.

Given In Evidence by verityburns (M, 97,884 w., 19 Ch. || PODFIC AVAILABLE || Post-TRF, Angst, Drama, Case Fic, Romance, BAMF!John, Submissive Sherlock, First Kiss, Humour) – Coming back from the dead can be a complicated business. With a new case on the horizon, rebuilding a life is one thing... rebuilding a friendship quite another. For Sherlock and John, things may never be just the same...

Definitions by siennna (T, 101,528 w., 12 of ? Ch. || Dev. Rel., Pining, Fluff and Romance, First Kiss, Love Confessions, Fluff, Cuddles, Girl’s Night, Texting, Virgin Sherlock, Drunk Sherlock, Background Mollstrade, Hair Petting, Laying on Lap) – Sherlock’s journey in defining his flat mate and stumbling through the muddled world of emotion. {{This feels complete; the chapter count is listed as ? but I feel like it is done}}

[narukoibito]

Fic Recs: In Every Universe

Since it’s close to Valentines Day, I decided to share this list (though they’re not all warm and fluffy)! I’ve grouped soulmate, genderbender, and “every universe” stories into one rec list because they all share the same theme to me: that Harry/Ginny are meant to be together, whether that’s from a soulmark, regardless of their genders, or stories where they love each other in various universes.

Soulmate Trope

Unlike most Harry/Ginny fans, I’m not really into soulbonds. I know soulbonds mean a lot of different things, but I really don’t like two people who can read each other’s thoughts and emotions. I personally find that a bit violating, and I like the realistic burden of having to figure out how to communicate with your partner about your wants, needs, feelings. I do, however, like some soulmate/soul mark stories, both the cute and especially the inverted.

you will bleed to death from the pain of it by @lullabyknell​ 

This painful, amazing story inverts the soulmark trope in the best possible way. I don’t really know what to say except to prepare yourself before you read it.

take what i took and give it back to you by fairytiger

Such an amazing, realistic retelling of Harry and Ginny if they had soulmarks. For them to find choice within a world that seems fated.

trouvaille by @gryffindormischief

Muggle AU: The trope where you don’t see colors until you meet your soulmate. Only, Harry doesn’t know who it was that did it. Super, duper adorable! The language, the atmosphere, I feel very immersed in this world and wish I could stay. I reread this story when I need some hot chocolate for the soul.

Shackle Me by elixiroflife

Wolfstar, Muggle AU: Throwing a Sirius/Remus soulmate Muggle AU in the mix because it’s that good. I know, every time you think I zig, I zag! But you all know by now I mostly read Hinny, but lately I’ve started dipping a toe into other ships now and again, and this soulmate AU really blew me away. Sirius’s backstory provides so much depth to him, his relationship with James is amazing, and what is a soulmate story without one of them fighting it tooth and nail?

Genderbender

A Proper Little Girl by @thenerdfromnextdoor​

Lightening Gen Gender Flips: Ohhhhh man, this is my favorite female!Harry story! thenerdfromnextdoor does an amazing job of imagining a realistic world what it would have been like for Harry to grow up with the Dursleys and deal with a different kind of emotional abuse. The story goes on to illuminate all these very interesting gendered moments within the series. I love male!Ginny in this story, and my mind was really thrown for a loop reimagining that tapestry scene with female!Ron. Truly an wonderful story that I would love to discuss further with anyone!

You've Got the Love by @displayheartcode

Roommates, male!Ginny: I love, love, love, love, love this story! This was one of the first stories that made me fall in love with the idea of a male Ginny. Clueless Harry works amazingly well. Also omg they became roommates. Please read, reread, read always. 

Every Universe

And We'll be Chasing Stars by @displayheartcode

Six universes where Harry and Ginny fall in love, and one where they didn’t. Ahhh, I just adore how displayheartcode writes such powerful, potent stories with so few words. It’s poetry in story-form.

The End of Fear by MagEd

Ok, so this one has angsty universes more than happy ones, but I really love this story. Some of these universes simply rip me to shreds, and I want to know more! Regardless, I love how Harry and Ginny are always drawn together, no matter the circumstances.

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[skywardsike]

your name with their last name

pairings: hinata x reader, kageyama x reader

warnings: none just fluff

A/N: i’ve been so inactive lately because i ran out of ideas, and i just wanna take a break since my professors got no chill with handing assignments. anyway, enjoy! happy valentine’s day!!

word count: 482

lowercase intended.

kageyama tobio

there are times when kageyama thinks of your name and adds his surname to get familiar with how it sounds. sometimes, he'd write it down. he claims he's practicing, but he thinks it's attractive. very attractive.

of course, he would never admit such a thing to you.

one afternoon, you pretend to be asleep while cuddling with your boyfriend and you hear him add his surname to your name. your eyes opened, and it startled him.

"i t-thought you were a-asleep?" it's clear that he's surprised and panicking.

"you added your surname to my name," you said, dazed at the sound of your name with his. of course, tobio denies and tries to save himself from embarrassment.

"say it again," you told him, and he looked the other way declining your request.

"please, babi?"

tobio takes a sharp breath upon hearing you call him. he turns to you and peeks, seeing and giving in to your puppy eyes. "stop making that look," he says.

you know what he's talking about but act like you don't. tobio sighs. "i said stop making those puppy eyes, kageyama y/n".

faint blush appears on his cheeks, and you chuckle at how adorable he looked. you give him a quick peck on the cheek and nuzzled into the crook of his neck.

"i love you, babi."

hinata shoyo

nishinoya and tanaka walk over to hinata and teases him about his relationship with you. your boyfriend tenses when tanaka places an arm around his shoulders to whisper something into his ear. nishinoya wiggles his eyebrows and hinata let out a breathy laugh sheepishly smiling.

"would that make her really happy?" hinata shifts his gaze at tanaka and nishinoya answers for him, telling him to go for it.

you enter the gym and tanaka and nishinoya giggles as they pat hinata's back, urging him to move towards you. hinata catches your eyes and walks towards you.

"hey," you greet.

"h-hey." hinata looks away and you slightly tilt your head, confused with his gesture.

"is there something you wanna tell me?"

hinata takes a deep breath and parts his lips to say something, but stutters.

you take a step closer to him and cup his cheeks. "what's wrong?"

startled, hinata screams, "hinata y/n!" everyone present at the gym paused what they're doing and turned their heads to look at the two of you with surprise that soon turned into smirks. tanaka and nishinoya burst into laughter and held their abdomens as they lay on the floor. heat rushes onto your cheeks and you bury your head in your boyfriend's chest.

"why'd you do that?" you punch his chest which frightens hinata.

"i'm sorry! i didn't mean to."

now, you have to keep an eye on tanaka and nishinoya if you don't want something like this to happen again in the future. but your name sounds pretty with his last name.

A/N: i just wanna share. i play genshin impact and i am currently having a xiao brainrot because how can i not??? i mean look at xiao. LOOK at him. anyway, he hasn’t come home yet which makes me sad :< but i got tons of xiao x reader and xiaoven ideas ahhh 

[chibi-tsukiko]

Hi Em!!

Okay, I’m a few days late, but I must say……THAT RISHIDA ARTWORK IS A LITERAL MASTERPIECE!😭😭 The pose, their outfits, the passion, the fireflies, the height difference….it’s all so beautiful!

Your artwork, including the ADORABLE Malec Valentine’s Day piece, reading the fun W&D snippets, and that great Malec/Rishida mashup has made this the best Valentine’s Day and highlight of this crazy week🤪❤️You’re amazing and a gem!

Ahhh I’m so happy you like the Rishida piece! 🥰 it’s definitely one of my favorites that I have ever done!

I’m so glad I was able to make your Valentine’s Day a treat! ♥️ you deserve all the good things and I’m happy that I was able to provide some for you ✨✨✨

I have seen your other ask, about the patronous and I will answer it! Buuuutttt it may be a minute! Haha I really want to take the time and think this out, I have some ideas, but I want to go back and read the different meanings for each animal to make a true decision.

Thank you for your asks! I love them! They always get me thinking about my OCs in a new light! 🤗

I hope you’ve been having a good weekend and are taking care of yourself! 💕💕💕💕

[dracwife]

Howdy king! It's Tex- my vibes and aesthetics are classy, well dressed, polite, smart but may or may not have some dark secret that i would prob find out too late and just help them however i can with their goals... (And i uh i.. you already know I think o...lde mans ... are nice too :'))

I hope that helps and ahhh please don't feel obligated to do it for me!

✨❤️

YEAYEAYEA @tex-treasures

I ASSIGN YOU DOCTOR VALENTIN DEVAUX !!!!!

aka dr. valentine, this doctor's immoral experiments are mostly self-inflicted. covered in scars, chemical burns, and the like, he is taken with the idea of 'curing' death, infusing technilogy and humanity into one ascended species. while he may practice on less willing subjects on occasion, he spends much of his time in his lab.

don't confuse that for aloofness! he is very doting and perceptive. he cares immensely about those close to him -- his whole research started because of his mothers illness, and science's lack of a cure for it, hence why he practices primarily on himself.

oh, and of course he's french, so he's obligated to be a hopeless romantic

[sunlightbabe]

Imagine being an artist and spending months working on a portrait of Vic for Christmas/Birthday/Valentines day and being so nervous as she's unwrapping it because you're so convinced she's going to hate it bc all you can see is the imperfections in it. Your teeth are biting your bottom lip so hard that it almost draws blood and Vic reaches up a hand to prise your lip from your teeth with a fond smile and says: "You only do that when you're freaking out. You think I'm not going to like it, aren't you? It's a gift from you, I already know I'm going to love it. Stop worrying your pretty little head."

Then when she finally opens it, Vic is literally speechless because she knew you were talented but not that talented and she literally drowns you in kisses.🥰

babe i'm obsessed with this idea because !!! ahhh!!!!!!

you've spent a long time on it. many late nights have been spent infront of the canvas, trying to get everything just right- the sweep of her eyelashes, the bow of her lips, the way her eyes nearly shine whenever they land on you. you've put so many hours into creating this wonderful, beautiful thing and you think it might be the greatest piece you've ever made, truthfully, but. you're nervous. because it's for victoria and oh god, what if she doesn't like it? what if she laughs?

she doesn't. victoria carefully peels back the wrapping paper and she falls silent. and that's worse, somehow, maybe, and you start to apologize for it? you say that you know it's stupid and silly, that you can paint her something else, you can buy her something if she wants, you don't know what you were thinking-

but victoria presses her lips against your mouth to shush you and you notice that her eyes are watery. slowly, quietly, putting meaning into every word, she praises the portrait- her free hand tracing the painted edges of her face, her other hand still pressed to your mouth

and she assures you she loves it, voice thick with emotion, and you can barely get out an "oh good" before she's pulling you closer and kissing you senseless. she kisses you until you have to gasp for air, and then she kisses all across your nose and cheeks, your temples, your forehead, down your chin and jaw where she nips you playfully, all the while gushing about how incredible and talented you are and how she can't wait to hang it up

but that is for later, because now? now victoria wants to show you how much she loves and appreciates you- as an artist, as her partner, as a person she is oh so lucky to have in her life