#amazing rays how sweet the sound

[residentinsomniacartist]

wait wait wait guys have you ever thought about how the Mighty Nein are everything they shouldn’t be upon first glance

no no guys guys listen to me they’re all the antithesis of what they’re meant to be and that’s why they’re such amazing and heartfelt characters

like, Caleb is a wizard who’s afraid of his own fire magic. his own power causes him to falter in battle. his strongest spells are his most dangerous to himself. wizards are supposed to be prideful of their magic, but Caleb’s is the reason he hates himself

Beau is a monk who never wanted to be. her job is one that people normally associate with being calm and collected and Beau was a wild rebellious kid who got dragged into this line of work against her will. she never wanted to be this!! but now she is and she’s gotta deal with it!!

Fjord is a warlock who never wanted power from his pact, which is why you’d think a warlock would make their pact at all. but no. Fjord made his pact because he wanted to live, not because he wanted power. he was a scared orphan who hated his tusks, not a buff, muscled, angry half-orc like people assumed

Nott is NOT, that’s the whole crux of her narrative! she wasn’t pretty, like a halfling girl was supposed to be. she wasn’t a goblin, she was just transformed into one. and not only that, but despite being a three-foot-tall alcoholic kleptomaniac, she’s the mom of the group!

Jester is a Cleric whose god isn’t actually a god and who would much rather bash bad guys over the head with her lollipop than have to stop and heal her friends!! she’s a bubbly, optimistic ray-of-sunshine, but you know when she says she’s gonna change the world with friendship she means it as a threat

Mollymauk is an amnesiac, but he doesn’t want to remember who he was. if you ask him, that wasn’t him! he might be a flirtatious hedonistic carnie, but he’s also single-mindedly devoted to making the world a better and more loved place than it was when he found it. he’s a liar, but he means well. he’s an arrogant fool, yes, but he’s right! he did it! he left it better!

Caduceus seems like he’d be creepy and grim from growing up in a graveyard, but he’s actually the most chill out of the entire Nein by far. he’s calm, he’s sweet, and he’s comforting, more than anything else. you’d think he’d be amazed by seeing the outside world for the first time, but he spends the whole time knowing that one day he’ll return home, that he wasn’t supposed to be the one to leave

Yasha is a barbarian with skeletal wings and a dramatic, monochromatic look, but she’s a complete sweetheart. she’s Molly’s best friend, she was a carnival bouncer, she’s a lesbian disaster who collects pressed flowers in a book out of love for the wife she lost. those black wings were actually hiding soft white feathers

Essek was born straight into the den of politics, he was a spymaster, he literally started a war for his own gain, and yet. he’s sounds irredeemable on paper, but. he’s not!! sure, the Nein kind of have to drag his alignment kicking and screaming into neutral, but they manage it. Essek learns and grows and he overcomes his nature. he becomes good, against all odds

guys guys guys don’t you see it!! look at them!!they’re such compelling characters!! they’re everything they’re not supposed to be!! dude y’all how didn’t I realize this earlier!! they subvert their narratives in the most interesting ways ever and I justhshsbhshshsjnsmshsnhsfn!!

[goldsainz]

WHEN YOU KNOW, YOU KNOW — one shot.

pairing: charles leclerc x reader

MASTERLIST.

taglist: @lorarri @lpab @noncannonships @lunnnix @elliegrey2803 @schumacheer @saintslewis @leoramage @ellswilliams @toomuchdelusion @anthonykatebridgerton @enhacolor @gulabjamoon @woweewoowa @forza55

summary: you’ve slowly consumed charles’s thoughts, and he doesn’t mind it.

request: “can i request ✒️ ❛ you’re my family too. ❜ + charles ?? thx in advanced hehe <3” by @ssainzz

warnings: pure fluff

NOTE: i was listening to margaret by lana while writing this and i just though it was so perfect for this fic. trying to get back into writing after a pretty uninspiring (and quite rough) few weeks. hope you enjoy bc i sure enjoyed writing this!

[ word count: 748 ]

Charles adores his job. He loves the sound of the engine, standing on the podium, seeing all the excitement the fans have to give and he adores travelling the world. He would never complain about the amazing things he is doing, but if there is one thing he has learned to cherish even more than all of that, it is you.

You’ve become an integral part of his days. Whether it’s waking up next to you or calling you to check in, he knows you’ve become home to him. When people ask him how his family is doing, he never fails to mention how you are doing.

He can’t help but admire you every time you walk by him, you’re a ray of sunshine in his life; at least that’s what everyone tells him. He hasn’t heard the end of it since he revealed you were his girlfriend, from his teammate to the fans, they can all see how much you’ve brightened his soul.

“Charles?” You softly say, snapping him out of the daydream he was in.

He glances up at you, watching as you move around the room. You’re packing your suitcase, clothes thrown around the room, you’ve most certainly overpacked for the race weekend. But Charles won’t tell you. He’s tried before and it’s a lost cause.

“Hm?”

“Do you think I should take the maroon or vermillion?” You muse, grabbing two different types of dresses and placing them against each other.

Charles furrows his brows, he glances between the dresses and tries to make a decision. But if he’s honest, he doesn’t know what the difference really is. The cuts of the dress are practically identical, and the length is the same in his eyes.

“The maroon?” He says doubtfully. You screw up your nose at his decision, apparently not being what you wanted to hear.

You look at the dress Charles picked once more, and with a shrug you throw it onto the ever-growing pile of clothes in your suitcase.

“I was thinking that for your family dinner we should bring something, right?” You ask him, organising some of the mess you’ve made.

“Our family dinner,” He tells you, a soft smile resting on his lips.

“Huh?” You manage to say, dropping the clothes you were folding onto the bed he’s resting on.

“You said that it was my family dinner, but it’s ours.”

“Oh,” You exhale, taking notice of the deep sentiment behind his words.

It takes you slightly by surprise, it’s not unlike Charles to be sweet, to reassure you with words when things get hard. But this time it is almost out of nowhere. You didn’t really mean anything by your words, yet it seems they touched him in a way you’re not even sure how to describe. The one thing you do know though, is that at the end of the day, he comes home to you. Because home is wherever you are, and that is bigger than anything else.

“You’re family to me, chérie.” He says after the smallest beat of silence.

“You’re my family too.” He doesn’t waste a second in getting up from the bed and kisses you grabbing the nape of your neck and pulling you into the kiss like he won’t ever get to do so again.

There is a pause in time. While his lips are on yours, it seems like everything just stops. Leaving you to breathe in the moment, cherish the feeling.

When you pull away from the kiss, the crinkles in Charles’s eyes from the soft smile he gives you melts all your insides. You’d be a fool not to give him the same sentiment back, and so you do.

“You’ve got the most beautiful smile I’ve ever seen.” He whispers, his hand caressing the side of your face.

“And you’ve got the most beautiful eyes I’ve ever seen.” You say back, admiring the depth of the green in them.

Though neither of you say it, too lost in the moment, it is evident that the love between you is sparkling. And you know, you just know, that Charles is the one for you; just like he knows you were made for him.

If there’s anything you know, it is that he is your family. That he is the one you love. The one you’d come home to every day and never be bored of it. Because monotony with Charles is impossible, and if there ever is, you’d still want it.

[fleur-bbyy]

MOTH TO A FLAME

✰summary: kiri is staying at bakugo and his girlfriend’s house when he catches them having sex through the crack of their bedroom door. kiri discovers he’s into voyeurism.

✰ warnings: all characters aged up 21+, SEX (minors and ageless blogs dni!!!!), non-con voyeurism (is that a thing?), kink-discoveryish?, spitting, some degrading, creampie, female reader, oral (f receiving), bi panic for kiri, squirting, bkg is bigger than reader, belly bulge

✰wc: 2.5k

heavily inspired by “private affairs” by @lady-lauren (amazing writer and very kind person!!) might continue this, who knows!!

he knows he shouldn’t be watching.

he’s a guest in his best friend’s house. graciously being able to stay in the guest room while his house is being fumigated. they’ve been nothing but accommodating. feeding him, insisting he not do any household chores, ensuring his comfort during his stay in the house.

how does he repay this kindness?

by watching his bakugo and his loving girlfriend go at it in their bedroom.

eijiro didn’t do it on purpose. he’d never go out of his way to watch his closest friend get to know his girl in the biblical sense. he was simply just trying to go get a glass of water from the kitchen, having to pass their room to do so. he kept his steps quiet, practically tip-toeing down the hall to not wake them if they were asleep. kirishima noticed the door was slightly cracked open as he was about to descend the stairs, but stopped mid-step when he heard the first noise.

he turned his head to look into the room when he heard the slight moans and whimpers that escaped through the crack of the door. it wasn’t opened enough to see everything, but he did see the way your legs were spread and glistened with a light sheen of sweat. your breast were bare, exposed to the gentle glow of the light you always kept on. your head thrown back as more of those sweet moans left your lips. he then noticed the large, calloused hands holding a grip hard enough to bruise on the plush skin of your thighs. strong arms wrapped around them to hold you in place. the blond was between your legs eating you like a man starved and covering your most private of areas with his head. the sight was enough to bring his dick to life and for him to drop his knees to the hardwoods with a soft thud. he hid in the shadows and mentally thanking whatever force compelled them to not fully shut their door.

“fuck kats. i’ve missed you so much. i need you.”

eijiro admired the way you sounded when you were overtaken to the waves of pleasure your boyfriend was drowning you in. he’d never admit it out loud, but he’d always thought you to be beautiful. always gentle, like a ray of sunshine that had fallen to the earth. i’m some ways, you were just like him. a stark contrast to katsuki, eijiro’s other schoolboy crush.

he let his mind drift to wonder about how you’d would taste on his tongue. you’d probably be the sweetest he’s ever had and he’d drink it up with fervor until you’d beg him to stop. he also wonders what’d it be like to have katsuki’s tongue running along the veins of his thick shaft. he accidentally lets a small moan slip, thankfully, it was covered by an even louder one from you as you released on katsuki’s face. thighs clenching and your manicured fingers digging into his blond hair. your hair swished as you threw your head back against the bed in pleasure, mouth forming the classic ‘o’ shape.

he decided to forego the glass of water when katsuki removed his mouth from your pussy to remove his cock from the grey sweats that hung lowly on his hips. he was built beautifully. rippling muscles that covered his entire body and a beautiful adonis belt that led straight to his dick. eijiro wondered if it was weird to call a dick pretty, but it was the only word that could describe katsuki. long and thick, but not as thick as the redhead that was spying in. a beautiful blue vein running along the erect shaft and his tip was a perfect shade of pink.

he pumped himself a few times to prepare to take you. eijiro doing the same. preparing to watch the love-making and passion between two very attractive individuals. just touching himself lightly enough to relieve the ache. ghosting his large fingers over the head and smearing some of his own pre down the length.

he knows it’s wrong

he knows he shouldn’t do it.

but he was too far gone to stop.

he was drawn to the scene unfolding before him like a moth to a flame. watching and admiring bakugo’s cock intently as he toyed with your entrance. rubbing the head up and down your wet slit until you were practically in tears begging him to push in. a loud moan leaving you when he finally does push all the way in. katsuki having to clamp his hand down on your mouth to try and keep you quiet as he began to rut into you. his hands gripping the curve where your waist and hips meet and low groans of his own escaping his mouth.

kirishima kept up with bakugo’s pace. fisting his cock to the rhythm he created as his hips snapped against yours. eijiro wished it was his name rolling off your pink tongue as he fucked you. watching your tits bounce with every thrust given and wishing his could just reach out and touch you.

he also wished to be under katsuki. he wanted to be the person katsuki was sweetly praising and hatefully degrading. wanted to know what it felt like when he wrapped a thick hand around his throat like bakugo had just done to you.

“‘m so fuckin’ addicted to you. pussy’s a drug, baby.”

he shuddered at the sound of katsuki’s voice. stern tone lacing the words that left his lips and made kirishima wish he was on his knees before him. his cock practically jumped in his hand every time bakugo spoke filth down to you.

“‘m gonna fuck you into the shape of my cock.”

“you’re just a desperate fucking slut, so greedy f’me.”

“roll those fuckin’ hips on me, princess.”

having to choke back his own whimpers to remain unnoticed. eijiro relished at the hot tears that ran down your cheeks that katsuki had so kindly wiped away for you before harshly tapping your cheek.

“open up, baby.” you obeyed his every command as a string on spit fell from his tongue and into your mouth. swallowing it without much of a second thought. eijiro’s eyes rolled back as he continued to beat his cock to the sliver of a view he had of the pair of you.

you whined when katsuki abruptly pulled out. he flipped you over and bent you over your shared bed before burying himself back in your wet heat.

“‘s too much baby!” you whined as he pistoned his hips into you at a faster, rougher pace.

“shut the fuck up and take this cock.”

eijiro was getting closer with every stroke of his fist. having to use one of his own hands to help him choke back and muffle the sounds threatening to spill from him. the fire burning in his abdomen only growing every time your ass jiggled from the rough pace katsuki had set. more of his pre leaking out of his slit and quickly being used as lube to keep himself going.

eijiro intently listened as your moans became louder and of a higher pitch. endless strings of slurred and babbling words coming from your mouth as you warned your boyfriend of another incoming release.

“fuck… fuck gonna cum, kats, gonnafuckingcum.”

“that’s it, princess, cum all over my cock. wanna feel you clench around me.”

if kirishima could see your face, he’d bet your eyes would be rolling to the back of your head as bakugo hit that sweet, spongy spot inside of you. he was about to let himself go until katsuki spoke up again.

“i know you’ve got another one in you-“

getting so horny for this was disgusting.

“-so be a good girl for me, yeah?”

but he was willing to be a called-out pervert if that meant he could continue watching.

he slowed the hand that jerked his cock, bound and determined to finish when you cum again. eijiro loved watching you be used as a cocksleeve. loved watching your beautiful cunt grip your boyfriend’s cock and suck it into your body.

and bakugo looked like a dictionary picture of power. he looked so domineering over you. a behemoth compared to your shorter frame. he’s always been strong and just simply better at everything because he wanted to be. nobody ever holding him back from something he wanted. eijiro imagines him to be the best fuck he could ever dream of having, somewhat envying you for being the one that gets to experience it.

“you’re so fucking deep in me.” a another bead of pre-cum rolls out of his slit when he notices the bulge in your belly every time katsuki pushes all the way in. he wishes it was his cock. he wishes it was his stomach. he’s never seen someone look so pretty taking a pounding like this before. bakugo’s hips speeding up as he tries to bring you over the edge before he falls victim to his own release. maneuvering a hand down to toy with your sensitive clit, causing your whines to grow louder and more needy. your cunt squelches with every thrust he gives and you take it all with grace.

“y’gonna come f’me again baby? gonna cum with me?”

he’s so close.

“fuck, kats, please.”

so goddamn close.

your words slur and become airy as if bakugo is knocking all the breath from your lungs. eijiro hopes that his best friend is going to fill your sweet pussy so he can imagine it’s his cum dripping out of you. his balls feel tighter and with every moan or groan he hears spill from your mouths, he finds the coil in his stomach to be twisting tighter. just a few more strokes and he’ll be done for.

“right there, kats! fuck.. please! i’m gonna cum.. i’m cumming! i’m cumming!”

“fuck yes baby, take this shit. cum on my fat cock. cum with me, princess.” eijiro loses himself at the piercing whine that leaves you when you squirt on your boyfriend. watching the clear liquid gush from your tight and stuffed hole sends him and katsuki over the edge at the same time. eijiro biting his hand and drawing blood as he tucks his dick back into his sweats to catch the load of cum that erupts from him. he watched bakugo’s every reaction as he came. head thrown back and brow furrowed as he continued to snap his hips into yours. grabbing a fistful of your hair and pulling you towards him. he watched the way the warm glow of light illuminated the sweat on your bodies and it made him feel as if he could jerk off again.

he payed extra close attention when katsuki slowly pulled himself from you. your hole gaping from being stretched by the massive man and dribbles of his white hot cum running out of your pussy. he intently watched once more as bakugo scooped up the cum and pushed it back in to you.

“not wasting a drop, baby.”

he had to close his eyes before he got riled up again, but he couldn’t bask in the post-nut clarity either. as quickly as possible getting off of his knees and trying to quietly walk on wobbly legs down to the kitchen to get himself the water that he actually needs now. somberly thinking of what he’d done.

eijiro kirishima is not a pervert. he didn’t do shit like that, but here he was. standing in the kitchen of his best friend’s house after busting a nut to them having sex with the wet patch on the inside of his sweats to prove it.

he stared at a dust bunny that had gathered where the countertop and wall met. he felt as dirty as that spot as guilt overtook his body. weighing down his muscular shoulders. the air felt thick and almost suffocating as he tried to take a few deep breaths to ease the shame that had settled in.

carefully making his way back up the stairs, he hoped to just walk on by. hoped that this would be a thing to only weigh down on him and him only. hoped he could put the disgusting, perverted, and voyeuristic act behind him.

you can only hope for so much when you’re guilty.

“eijiro.” he heard the booming voice of katsuki right as he passed the doorway. it was quiet enough for him to question if he was dreaming or not. he stopped in his tracks, glass in hand, to try and hear movement in the bedroom and see if anyone was awake.

“i know you’re out there, ei.” shit. he wasn’t dreaming. he felt the weight on his shoulders double as he tried to find his voice to respond back.

“yeah?” it was all he could muster. ashamed, embarrassed. there’s no way they didn’t know about what he did. he’d been caught.

“come here.” the two words were confusing to kiri, but his legs moved to enter the room anyways. was he going to get his ass beat? kicked out? murdered? he wasn’t sure. but he did know his eyes weren’t deceiving at what was laid out before him.

you were still on the bed, but had flipped over on your back and propped up on your elbows, completely naked. he got a good look at your still hardened nipples and glistening cunt from the fuck you’d had 10 minutes prior. katsuki was also still naked. standing at the side of the bed in all his glory, cock still half hard. eijiro’s eyes widened at the sight.

“i know you were watching us.” is all katsuki can say before streams of ‘sorry’s’ and ‘I swear it was a one time thing’ leaving his mouth before he could even think about what he was saying.

“there’s no need to be a fuckin’ baby about it,” bakugo cut his apologies off, “princess here loved it, didn’t you?” the two men look over at you as you smiled and nodded your pretty little head.

“y’know, we’ve both never came so hard before, so we thought we could reward you a bit.” your voice was sickeningly sweet. you could ask eijiro to do anything for you and he’d do it, no questions ask if you continued to lure him in with your seductive voice. your eyes were half-lidded as you looked up at him through your eyelashes. taking in the bashful expression on his face.

“reward.. me?” kirishima felt weak in the knees again as his cock stirred to life once more at the thought of either of you giving him a little something.

“yeah, yeah. you want it?” katsuki spoke, looking unbothered, bored even. eijiro nodded his head without a sliver of hesitation. his excitement resembled a puppy wagging when a treat is held in front of its face. his entire body felt like it was jumping in anticipation and the pressure holding his shoulders down had lifted. it felt like he’d gotten one hundred times lighter. like he was floating

he gasped when bakugo grabbed a fistful of his red hair and pushed him to his knees, facing your pretty pussy. his tongue darted out to lick his lips before katsuki spoke again.

“you want us? eat my fuckin’ cum outta her cunt.”

eijiro didn’t pay any mind to the dull ache that spread across his scalp. nothing would cause him to hesitate at the opportunity to taste the two of you.

[satorusugurugurl]

HOW IS UR WRITING SOOO AMAZING 😭 ilymsjfkfn

coukd i request lazy morning sex with gojo where he has to go to work but readers needy ..?!

Good Morning

Pairing: Gojo Satoru x FAB!Reader

Word Count: 2,186

Warning: Smut, oh sweet glorious morning smut, needy reader, begging, soft fluffy lazy sex

A/N: You nonnies are speaking my language, giving me all the brain worms. I love sweet, sensual stuff like this! This one really got to me 🥵🌶

💚Requests are Open💚

You woke up, body hot, and thighs clenched together. The details of your very steamy dream slipped through your mind as you whimpered into your pillow. All you could remember was how good it felt. You needed to feel that pleasure, that release that left your shorts wet and slick with arousal.

Rolling onto your side, you bit your lip as Satoru hugged his pillow tight. His face was buried into the silk pillowcase as he breathed deeply. Your fingers were barely an inch away from his ivory skin when his alarm went off. The annoying chiming had your boyfriend groaning as he stirred. His hand reached for his phone, checking the time before another groan rumbled in his chest.

”Satoru?”

Looking over his shoulder, Satoru hummed before rolling onto his side, facing you. A smile so gentle and sweet tugged his pretty lips. “Good morning.” The raspy sound of his voice, deep and sexy, had you shivering with need. He didn't notice as his hand reached out, cupping your cheek. “Did I wake you?”

”No, I was already up.” You shifted closer, resting your hand on his while his thumb brushed your cheek. “Where do you think you’re running off to without Telling me?” Your free hand slid up his chest, fingertips teasingly grazing his collarbone.

”I have to go to work; Yaga has a mission for me.”

Your stomach churned with disappointment at his words. “Do you have to go~?” You drew out the last word, sticking out your bottom lip in a pout.

Satoru took one look at your adorable expression and shook his head with a chuckle. The days you looked at him like that were the days you had him wrapped around your finger. One pout or teary-eyed stare had him ready to do anything you requested. Especially right now, as the rays of golden morning light highlighted the curves of your body, you looked like a goddess. He would commit murder if you commanded him to do so when you looked this good.

But Yaga had told him the higher-ups specifically asked for the Gojo Satoru to complete this mission.

“Yeah, I have to go.” He groaned, burying his face back into his pillow to avoid meeting your sultry gaze. “I promise to bring you back a coffee as an apology.”

You didn’t answer him; instead, you held onto his hand that was still on your face. “I don’t want coffee.” Satoru slowly turned his head, blue eyes watching through white lashes as you slowly led his hand down your neck. “I want you to take responsibility.” You place his hand firmly against your breast. “You were doing things to me in my dream. Things that my mind can’t seem to remember.” Satoru shuddered as his fingers brushed against your hardened nipple. “But my body does.”

“Y/N, sweetheart, I have to go to this meeting. I can’t miss it.” Gojo shut his eyes tight, trying to ignore how soft your breast felt under his hand.

“Tell them there was traffic, ah~” You pressed down on his hand harder, in turn pushing it down on your nipple with the same force. “Stay in bed with me, just for a little bit, Toru.”

Fingers twitched with the desire to massage your breast to make more of those moans slip through your lips. “I can’t.” He said in a not-so-very-convincing groan as his cock started to harden within his pajama pants.

Satoru’s reserve had you pouting. You sat up in bed, your ass perched perfectly on the heels of your feet. “You can’t?” Licking your bottom lip, you smirked, watching Satoru prop himself on his elbow, watching you. “That’s a shame.” Your fingers trailed down your body, slowly undoing the bottoms of your nightshirt. “Because,” Satoru eyed your beautiful exposed skin with each button released. “I’m free now.”

Taking your bottom lip between your teeth, you leaned back, spreading your legs wide and giving Satoru a sight that would forever be in the spank bank vault in his mind. Your shirt was completely unbuttoned, blue silk material cascaded down, barely covering your tits. Your skin seemed to glow in the early morning light. You were making it look soft and warm, so kissable. But what caught his gaze wasn’t the hardening nipples that were visible through the thin material of your shirt. Nor was it how your eyes roamed over his body like he was your next meal. His Six-Eyes didn't need to tell him what he was going feral over.

Upon leaning back, you gave him a perfect view of your barely covered, clothed cunt. A wet spot had saturated into the silky fabric of your shorts. He hadn’t even touched you or whispered dirty thoughts in your ear. How the fuck were you this wet?

“Fuck, what did I do to you in your dream?” you were disappointed when he didn't tackle you. Surely the sight of your wet pussy should have had him on you like wet on water. But he just laid there, propped on his side, holding himself back. All because of a stupid meeting.

“I can't remember.” you tilted your head back, bass reaching into your nightstand. “I was hoping you'd refresh my memory.” You pulled your favorite vibrator out, keeping it hidden as you laid back on your side, your back facing Satoru. “But you should get going for that meeting. I'm going to go back to sleep.”

Pouting himself this time, Satoru sat up, pushing the covers off his body. Stupid old geezers, stupid meeting. He had never denied his girlfriend sex before. Leaving you feeling unsatisfied left a sour taste in his mouth.

“I'll make it up to you when I get back—”

Soft buzzing sounded from your side of the bed. Satoru straightened so stiff he looked like someone had tugged him up by a string on his head. Blue eyes shot in your direction, watching as your hips slowly rolled, your hand gripping the pillow as you whimpered. He shot across the bed, pressing himself flush against your back. His eyes looking over your shoulder between your legs.

Your pink vibrating wand was pressed firmly against your clit. Your bottom lip was between your teeth as you rocked against the toy. You ignored Gojo, the warmth of his breath against your shoulder, how good he smelt. If he had to go to work, he needed to go. You were perfectly capable of taking care of yourself.

“What the fuck do you think you're doing?” You gasped as Satoru growled in your ear.

You turned the speed up on your vibrator, moaning. “Ooh yeah, keep talking like that~ I’ll cum in no time.” Rolling your hips faster, you felt Satoru’s erection against the curves of your ass.

“You fuckin’ brat.”

“Hey, you're the one that said you have to go to work.”

One second, you were holding your vibrator against your clit; the next second, Satoru snatched it away from you. He turned it off, and before you had a chance to protest, his hands were sliding over your body. One hand slipped under the cloth of your open shirt, palming your breast, while the other slipped under the waistband of your shorts. You inhaled, Satou’s fingers dipping into your wet heat with a gro

”You’re so fucking wet.” He teased your tight entrance, gathering your slick on his fingers. “Fuck, you really need me, don’t you?”

“Yes, please, Satoru, I need you so bad. Please, baby?”

Hot, open-mouthed kisses trailed down your neck as Satoru pulled his hand out of your shorts. He held it up in front of him. His long, gorgeous fingers were coated with your arousal. Shining in the morning sunlight. Pressing his middle and ring finger together, Satoru growled as he pulled them apart. He was watching a string of your slick stretch out with them.

Nipping at the crook of your neck, Satoru moaned. “With you being this wet, how could I not fuck you?” You opened your mouth to voice your thanks, only to have Satoru shove his slick-coated fingers inside of your mouth. The tangy yet sweet taste of you flooded your mouth as his fingers slid over your tongue. “Can you taste how needy you are? Tsk, what a bat, you're going to make me late.” While his fingers fucked your mouth, you reached behind you, tugging his pants down. “Eh, who gives a fuck? I have a more important meeting.” His free hand grabbed your right leg, hooking it over his hip before he tugged your shorts to the side. “This pussy needs my full attention. Everyone else can wait.”

The head of his cock, pressed firmly against your tight cunt, before he pushed inside. You gasped around his fingers as the thick tip slid slowly inside of you. No matter how many times Satoru fucked you, you would never get used to the stretch. Your eyes rolled back as he kept his fingers in your mouth, his cock sliding deeper inside your tight heat. Fuck, you needed this, needed him.

“Christ, Y/N, you’re hugging me so fucking tight right now.” He began lazily rocking into you. “What, do you think this is another dream? That I’ll be fucking your cunt so good, you’ll be right on the edge, but before you can cum you wake up?” His cock brushed over your g-spot, your eyes widening. “Ohh, I hit the good spot; you tightened around me. Did that feel good?” You mumbled around his fingers. “Oh, that’s right,” He pulled his fingers out of your mouth with a wet pop. “Try that again.”

”Y-Yes, Toru, feels good there.” The pure lust in your voice had Satoru’s cock throbbing inside of you. “Please hit there again.”

Your loving boyfriend slowly pulled out, rocking into your sweet spot again. His thrusts were slow and lazy. He could have easily pressed your face into the mattress and fucked you as hard as he could. If he did, he would be able to satisfy both of you and get to his meeting in time. But that didn’t feel right. You had been so eager for him, so wet. Fucking you fast and hard to get you to cum, wasn’t what you needed. Slow, easy fucking was what your body craved.

It was the reason why you were clamping down on his cock, throbbing with each gentle thrust. You were whining into your pillow because he took his time with you. Fucking fast was nice, but this, god fuck, this was a whole other level of sex. It was lazy, intimate, and god, it felt so good. Satoru melted into your back, his lips planting a trail of kisses over your neck while his other hands caressed your soft skin.

“Fuck you feel good, perfect pussy hugging my cock.”

“Satoruu~”

“Yeah, baby~ I know it feels so good.” His eyebrows furrowed together. “Feels so good, your pussy Y/N. Fuuuck.” He whined, thrusting a bit deeper but keeping the same lazy pace. “I love you, love this pussy.”

“Mmm, Satoru.” Turning your head, you kissed the side of his head. “Love you too, love your cock~ I had to wish it a good morning too.”

Satoru’s eyes rolled back as he turned, kissing you deeply as his cock rushed your g-spot over and over. “Good morning~ good fuckin’ morning.” your eyebrows shot up as you gasped. “Ah, fuck clamping down on me. You close. You going to cum all over my cock, baby?” his hand left your hip, reaching down, toying with your clit.

“Yes, fuck, Toru.” you lazily rocked back in time with his slow deep thrusts. Your cries of pleasure drown out the sound of chirping birds. “Cum inside cum inside of me, please~!”

“Oooh fuck, fuck, I'm going to fill you up so good.” Throwing back your head, you watched his finger speed up. “Fuck my cum so deep into your cunt you won't miss me when I'm gone. Then when I get home, I'll lick your pussy clean.”

“T-Toru~ cum~ cumming!!” you screamed, watching as you squirted all over your loving boyfriend's cock.

“Fuck~ fuck gonna cum~ gonna cum~!” He breathed against your neck before gasping as ropes of his hot cum filled your pussy. Spurt after spurt filled you full, leaving you humming happily as Satoru let out a pleased groan. “Mhmm Y/N, you beautiful girl.” He turned his head, watching your heavy loads open and close.

“Mmm?” You questioned as he held you tighter, pulling the sheets over the two of you.

“Nothing, go back to sleep. I love you.”

He loved you so much he sat through an hour-long lecture Yaga gave him for being forty minutes late to his meeting. But if he were allowed to do this morning over, he wouldn't have changed a thing. Expect for maybe eating you out before he left. Oh well, he had all the time in the world to do that the second he got home.

[littlemissayu]

this is my first time requesting so if this sucks sorry! You can ignore it if you want!

I was thinking what the dorm leaders favorite thing about the reader, if you can do this request it is much appreciated! Hope you have a nice day<3

“It’s the Little Things” - TWST Dorm Leaders favorite thing about you

A/N: Thanks for sending in the request!! Besides I love writing fluff, and fluffy headcanons!! I hope you also have the loveliest day <3!!

Warning: fluff, reader is implied to be MC/Yuu

Pairing: Dorm Leaders x Reader

Your forehead - It may seem weird and random but he loves giving you kisses on your forehead. It feels intimate and loving. Every morning and night he kisses you on the forehead to wish you good morning and good night. And sometimes after kisses your cheek he’d look into your eyes and smooth his thumb over his cheek

You groggily open your eyes to see your red headed lover staring at your face, lovingly. In a soft yet raspy morning voice he says “Good morning dearest-“ he kisses you on the forehead “how’d you sleep?”

You loved mornings with Riddle ♡

Your neck & chest - Leona loves to settle his face into your neck/chest. It feels comforting and warm; he can take in your scent that he ever so loves. Leona is always placing kisses there, marking you. He typically naps on your chest to hear your heartbeat, it’s soothing to know your still there inn his arms, safe and sound. 

The sun seeped into your vision through the leaves of the trees. You relaxed in Leona’s arms; his head on your chest taking his daily nap. He looked so peaceful, so at home, so beautiful. Little did you know that you lion lover was awake and he knew you were staring, for the single second that you blinked he has moved up to the nape of your neck and kissed it

“You enjoyed your view darling?”

Your hugs - Azul is someone who definitely needs a good hug from time to time(who doesn’t?) and for him your hugs bring him the most comforting feeling ever. It reassures him in ways words can’t. Words can be deceived (he’d know) your actions is what truly reveals your love for him; and your hugs show him how much your truly love him.

Azul was working in his office, seemingly caught in the world of assignments he almost missed the the fact your entered his office until he looked up. “Hello pearl, how are you?” “I’m doing good, how are you hon?” You walked up to him and walked behind him looking over his shoulder, observing the work he was up to. “Just working” he sighed, hou noticed  him didn’t seem to be at his best currently so you did the first thing you thought might help, you gave him a warm loving hug and kissed him on the cheek. The blush on his face was evident and unstoppable. 

“Thank you pearl, you always know how to make me feel better.”

Your smile - Even though he’s someone who has a smile bright enough to blind the sun, he thinks you have the sweetest smile in all of Twisted Wonderland. Every time your smile he smiles and he’d do anything to get you to smile, it’s his most prized treasure.

The two of you walked around together enjoying the architecture of Scarabia , just talking about random things until you two ended up talking about your home. You find yourself going on and on about everything you loved back home. And feeling that nostalgic feeling while talking about home just planted the biggest smile on your face. Kalim then abruptly spoke-

“Your so stunning when you smile”

Your eyes - You know how they say eyes are the window to the soul(or something of the sort), I think Vil believes that. And in you he sees this amazing person; someone who’s truly beautiful inside and out he finds it refreshing. He’s someone surrounded by fame and fortune and in the industry not everyone is a ray of sunshine. You are so caring and sweet; like a perfectly ripe apple. 

He truly admires you.

Your thighs - They're so soft and warm. They bring him comfort when he lays his head in them; and when he’s gaming, you typically sit on his lap and when he gets frustrated he just takes a break to knead your things with his head buried in your neck.

The best way to relax is to simply be close to you.

Your cheeks - He finds them so adorable. He loved to just kiss/pinch/squish your cheeks. They’re so soft and cute. He thinks you're the cutest person ever, if he could he would lock you up forever and keep you to himself(he can’t because you might be sad). He especially loves the way your cheeks are when you laugh or smile (bonus points if you have dimples).

He do anything in this world to keep that joy on your face.

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macarons and misunderstandings [ s.r ]

Summary:

You coax Spencer into joining you in a bakery café that your friend recommended you to visit whilst on a case in NYC, and although it starts as two friends getting lunch together, it doesn’t end that way.

WARNINGS: minor swearing, wholesome miscommunication

pairing: spencer reid x gn!reader

genre: fluff, just the most sickeningly sweet wholesome fluff

wc: 3.4k

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a/n: rest assured, i will be returning to my comfort zone of hurt/comfort for my next fic bc i cannot write wholesome stuff for the life of me 😭

“Alright, take a break everyone, we’ll pick this back up after everyone’s had the chance to eat,” Hotch’s voice rings across the NYPD conference room alongside the closing of the file he was reading from, and he tucks the manilla folder under his arm as he stands. “I want you all back here by 1:30,”

There’s a small chain of nods and ‘yes sir’s before the team is rising from the table and grabbing their belongings to vacate the police station to go and get some lunch, and you manage to catch Spencer right before he leaves. “Hey Spence-”

“Hm? Yeah?” He does a full U-turn with his body, almost walking straight into you in the process if not for his hand still holding the door open to give him a point of balance, and you have to stifle a small smile that tries to break its way onto your face.

“You got any plans for lunch or can I effectively kidnap you for an hour?”

Spencer gives you slightly furrowed expression although doesn’t seem opposed to the idea. “I’m not sure that was the best way to word that but no I haven’t,”

“Yeah probably not-“ You let out a small breath that could almost constitute as a laugh. "Anyway, apparently there’s a really good french bakery like two blocks away from here, we should go check it out before Hotch changes his mind and decides we’re confined to the station,”

“Right… yeah uh-.” Spencer laughed softly, encouraging you out of the door ahead of him before following behind you. “A bakery sounds really nice actually,”

"My friend told me about it when she was down here for fashion week, she said it has some of the best pastries she’s ever tried," You emphasise the word ‘best’ with your hands, and Spencer’s eyes followed them as he got caught up in your enthusiasm.

One of your favourite things about your oddly-developed friendship with Spencer was that you could do things like take a trip to a bakery together without a single hint of awkwardness.

Long since had the silences between you held any unfamiliar tension or apprehension when it came to getting to know each other those five years ago.

It was comfortable. Secure. And you weren’t entirely sure it was just a ‘friendship’.

“Did she happen to mention what type of pastries they have?” Spencer asked you, his eyebrows raised with genuine curiosity.

"She specifically mentioned the almond croissants, although i’m also eager to try their lemon crêpes because they sound absolutely amazing," You continue to exaggerate what you’re saying with your hands as you push open the door of the Police Station, exiting into the cool autumnal breeze of the New York City streets.

Spencer followed closely behind you, nodding along to what you were saying as he placed his hands the pockets of his tattered trench coat. Although, he wasn’t entirely listening to the words leaving your mouth, too focused on how the autumn breeze blew your hair softly and how the partially concealed rays of sun made your eyes look like they they held all of the stars in the milky way.

"Ooh, and macarons-" You turn towards Spencer as your excitement about what pastries to get overtakes any lingering thoughts of the case you’re working on, gripping onto his sleeve with your left hand.

You were excited about the pastries; He was excited about the warmth of your hand through his sleeve.

“Macarons do sound good. You know what would go really well with them?” Spencer looked at you as he spoke, smiling like you’d ripped the sun from the sky and given it to him as a present. “Hot chocolate.”

"Oh you are so right-" You give an immediate sharp nod at Spencer’s suggestion, sliding down his arm to rest on the inside of his elbow, fingers pressed gently into the slight curve created from where his hands rested inside his pockets.

To the unassuming eye, the two of you most probably looked like a couple out on a date, your arms linked and Spencer looking at you like you were the only person in existence.

Spencer was very aware that the way you touched him made it look like you were in a relationship.

And it made him feel a little giddy.

He had to force himself back to reality. He wasn’t in a relationship with you. All he was doing was going out with you as a friend to grab some pastries for lunch. That’s it.

"Okay so we have definite yeses to macarons and hot chocolate, I feel like we’ve gotta get at least one almond croissant considering how much my friend was raving about them, anything else?"

“I don’t think I’ve ever had a crêpe before. Maybe we should try one of those?”

Spencer had a sudden urge to kiss you, and he didn’t really know why. Maybe it was gentle heat of your fingers against his arm. Maybe it was the light pink flush on your cheeks from the cold breeze. Maybe it was the fact that he’d been subconsciously pining after you for years to the point where he could barely think of anything else.

"Yes. Definitely. 100%." You give the inside of his elbow a small squeeze at the prospect of introducing him to the delicacy that is french crêpes. "I cannot let you live a life without crêpes in it."

Spencer nodded along arbitrarily, not listening to a single word that you just said as he internally imagined how it would feel to have your hands in his hair and your lips on his skin.

Why wasn’t he in a relationship with you? You were just… perfect, and he was really into you.

He felt like there had to be a reason why you weren’t together, but that train of thought made Spencer fluster to the point he was afraid you’d be able to see it if he thought about it any longer.

"Aha," You make an exclamation of victory as the bakery comes into view, pushing the door open with a soft bell chime and tugging Spencer inside with you with a gentle but excited insistence.

The bakery looked amazing, although much closer to a café. It had a small quaint European feel to it despite it being on a main Street in New York City, and surprisingly, it wasn’t that busy either. It was the exact type of bakery that Spencer had hoped it would be.

You scour the chalkboard menu for a second to make sure they actually had everything you wanted before going up to order, and Spencer noticed as your hand slid downwards to the inside of his wrist so that you could lean forward to see the chalk whilst still keeping yourself anchored to him.

He was definitely blushing now, his heart taunting him as it pounded against his chest.

Spencer wanted to ask you to kiss him, or at least hold his hand, but the thought of bringing attention to the unspoken connection the two of you had may ruin it stopped him from saying anything, not wanting to risk losing what he currently had in the very minor instance of gaining something more.

"You’re alright with sharing a croissant and a crêpe right? I figure it might be too much otherwise-"

Spencer nodded with a smile. “I don’t mind sharing a croissant and a crêpe with you.”

You give him a beamed smile and a nod as you leave his side to go and order, shutting down his offer to pay before he could even suggest it.

He subconsciously ran his fingers over his wrist as he waited for you, trying to compensate from the loss of your touch and the gentle warmth that accompanied it as he watched you engage in polite small talk with the cashier.

You looked so sweet. So perfect.

"let’s sit outside yeah? it’s a nice day," You retreat back towards him with a tray balanced in your hands, two mugs of hot chocolate joined with four coloured macarons and a single croissant and crêpe, carefully distributed to balance the weight as you carry it.

“Yeah, that sounds good,” Spencer nods at you softly, a wistful expression still on his face as he takes you by the elbow in order to help you carry the tray safely.

The reinstating of your previous contact brought a small flush back over his cheeks, and even through his hands were only brushing against the fabric of your shirt, it still felt oddly intimate.

The two of you walk over to a vacant table, set under a large parasol that casted the table in a comfortable shade.

Spencer took a seat across from you as you both sat down, separated by a small table in between the two of you.

Funny how a little table could do that.

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"Oh my god we are definitely coming back here next time we have a case down here-" You give a satisfied sigh as you wipe your fingers on a serviette, placing it inside your empty mug and pulling out your phone to check the time.

1:17.

You should get back to the station.

The thought of having to go back dampened your mood a little, and not just because it meant you now had to spend the rest of the day bent over a desk to curate a profile.

You really enjoyed spending time with Spencer like this, whether it be accompanying him to a new museum exhibit or driving him to buy his groceries so he wouldn’t have to sit behind the wheel.

It was a small highlight of your time not spent working, and you always found yourself disheartened when it was time to leave.

“We should definitely come back.” Spencer looked at you as he spoke, catching the mild change in your expression. “Are you okay?”

“Hm? Yeah- yeah i’m good,” You give him a nod and a reassuring smile as you stand from you seat with him following not long after you. “Just not exactly looking forward to going back to work,”

“Yeah I understand what you mean,” Spencer gives a small laugh, stuffing his hands back into his pockets again.

"We should do this more often you know,” You tilt your head slightly at him, the words leaving your mouth without any thought behind them. "I uh- enjoy spending time with you like this,"

“I enjoy spending time with you too,” Spencer smiled gently.

He looked at you, feeling a slight bit of courage at your confession of enjoying spending time with him one on one.

Come on Spencer, just ask them out already.

"I’m glad," You give Spencer a half-laugh, turning away from him slightly to hide the flushed nature of your cheeks from your embarrassment.

Spencer’s eyes studied you, and he felt like now might be the time. You two were still technically off work, you loved spending time together, and you’d just spent the last half an hour listening to him rant about the new book he was reading whilst the two of you drank hot chocolate and shared french pastries with each other.

You weren’t just friends. You were more than that.

At least he hoped so.

“Can I take you out… on a date?” Spencer’s voice was soft, but it carried confidence.

"A- date?" You stop walking in the middle of the street, your body re-directing any cognitive functioning to focus on computing Spencer’s question.

Spencer stopped as you did, eyes entirely trained on your expression. He couldn’t help but look at how beautiful you were right now. Your face painted with a blush and a mild look of confusion characterised through the slight furrow in your eyebrows.

“Y- yeah… do you want to go on a date with me?”

Of course it was okay if you didn’t. It wouldn’t hurt Spencer. He’d handle the rejection. Right?

"I- Yeah-" You nod quickly, a little too enthusiastically if you were to think about it logically. “Yes,”

"I’d love to go on a date with you-" You’re words are rushed and slightly muddled together as you hastily agree to his proposition, but they get the point across.

Spencer’s face lit up with a blush as you said yes.

That’s wonderful news.

A small grin spread across his face. “I’m glad…” The words slipped out without Spencer realising it, joined by a notable fluster.

He was glad.

He was absolutely thrilled about the fact you want to go on a date with him.

Spencer was so incredibly grateful that you said yes.

“Wouldn’t- I mean- We just like went out together and got food and talked and stuff- was that… a date?-“ You gesture your hand back to the bakery café the two of you had just left.

You weren’t exactly wrong, and he understood your confusion.

“I suppose it follows the motions of a date,” Spencer looked at you, overtaken by how perfectly ethereal you looked with the breeze fluttering against your shirt and a blush covering your cheeks.

“But an actual date would be much more romantic.” His words were confident, even if he was embarrassed that he was admitting to you just how much of a romantic he was underneath his façade of being uninterested in finding someone.

"So it wasn’t a date?” You raise an eyebrow slightly, fiddling with your sleeves. “Because I want to kiss you but if it wasn’t a date then I can’t because you can’t kiss someone without going on a date with them first because it breaks date etiquette-”

Spencer’s eyes widened as he listened to you ramble without taking a single breath. You wanted to kiss him?

You wanted to kiss him.

You wanted to kiss him.

Spencer was trying to keep his emotions in check as he stared at you. Your words made him tingle with excitement. “Um… you can- still kiss me if you want…?”

You shake your head with determination. “You can’t kiss someone before you’ve been on a date with them,”

Spencer looked so utterly confused.

So, you didn’t want to kiss him?

He wanted to kiss you.

“Why not? Your logic makes no sense. Why can’t kiss me?” Spencer was so utterly confused, his eyebrows knitted in a way that made you want to plant your lips between them as he tried to understand what your issue was.

"My logic makes complete sense-" You cross your arms over your chest as you gesture for the two of you to keep walking with a nod of your head.

"Everybody knows that you never kiss somebody until the end of the first date, it curses your whole future relationship otherwise,"

Spencer couldn’t help but stare at you blankly.

What he heard you say was wrong. Really wrong.

You should kiss someone whenever you want to kiss someone. Especially if they’re your crush.

But you were adamant you couldn’t kiss Spencer because of this stupid arbitrary rule.

"Well, if you’d have agreed to my judgement that our bakery stop was a date then you’d be getting a kiss," You shrug your shoulders nonchalantly, lips pressed into a straight line. "But you don’t, therefore I can’t kiss you,"

Spencer stared at you in disbelief as you spoke, before his eyes widened.

He knew what you wanted to hear, and so he gave in.

It was the only way he’d get a kiss.

“Okay okay- It was a date at the bakery I was wrong-”

He hated how desperate he sounded, but you were so beautiful, you were stunning, you were the most gorgeous person he ever met.

Spencer wanted to be with you. And you were giving him an in to finally press his lips against your perfect face.

"Are you sure?" You furrow your eyebrows at him in mock accusation, agains stopping in your tracks to stand in front of him with your eyes fixed on his face.

Spencer sighed. “I… yes. It was a date. I was just being silly…” Spencer took your hand for a moment as he spoke to you, interlacing his fingers in yours and feeling the warmth of your hands against his frigidly cold ones.

He wanted you to know that he felt a lot differently towards you compared to how he’d felt about anyone else.

You were special.

And he wanted you.

"Right you are pretty boy," You give his hand a small squeeze as you use your other to cup his face, pulling it towards you with a gentle insistence so that you could press a chaste kiss to those perfect pink lips that had just been begging you to silence them. "You were being silly,"

Spencer’s face lit up with another blush as you called him pretty boy.

Of course you thought Spencer was pretty. Not handsome or beautiful.

Pretty.

He let himself be pulled in closer as you spoke to him teasingly, telling him that he was being silly.

And then… your lips. Pressed against his with a soft pressure that he gladly returned.

That was all it took for Spencer to feel like the luckiest man on earth.

"Here’s to a successful first date," You chuckle softly as your lips part, your noses brushing as you lean back to admire the rosy tint to his cheeks and the beaming smile that accompanied it.

Spencer felt so happy. So overwhelmingly, sickeningly happy.

And so, he did a thing that he never thought he had the courage to do. He pulled you into his arms, leaning in to kiss you with so much fervour that you were relying on the strength of his hands on your waist for stability.

Spencer didn’t know when he’d get the opportunity to do this again. So he was 100% going to make the most of it.

You can’t help the smile that erupts on your face as he pulls you in again, your hands cradling his cheeks and your head tilted ever so slightly to the left as you rested your weight into his hands.

If you’d recorded this moment and told him it was a scene from a cheesy romance movie he would’ve believed you.

As the two of you reluctantly pull away due to the unfortunate human necessity of breathing, you catch a glance at the watch face on the inside of your wrist.

1:29.

“Shit- We really need to get back to the station.” Your hands fall from his face to grab one of his own, pulling him down the streets as you hurry back to the police station, mildly out of breath and still completely flustered.

“So-“ Spencer pulled a small resistance against your hands as the two of you stopped outside of the door.

“We’re going on a second date once we get home right?”

[talaok]

Heya! Love your writing, could I please get a Pedro Pascal x pregnant!reader fanfic?

Warnings: a tiny bit of insecurity + allusion to smut, but mostly Pedro being a simp and a sickening amount of fluff.

"good morning sweetheart" A soft kiss landed on your cheek as a stray ray of sunshine lighted part of your body.

You whimpered, turning to your right and finding Pedro's eyes already on you 

" 'morning" you croaked, nestling impossibly close to him, until all your could hear was his heartbeat and the sweet sound of his breathing.

"How did you sleep?" he asked sweetly, his arm coming around you to hold you close.

"fine" you answered, wrapping one of your legs around him and trapping him completely.

He chuckled, as he kissed the crown of your head "That's good" he murmured, glad that the baby had decided to calm down and let you sleep for at least one night.

"What does my pretty lady want to do today?"

you smiled "depends which one you're asking"

His hand reached your belly to gently stroke it, feeling a soft kick as he did.

It never got old.

A wide grin appeared on his lips as his thrumb tickled your skin.

"She loves you" you mumbled against his chest, feeling the baby's reaction.

"Well I mean how could she not?" he teased, a small laugh flowing through his chest

"well you do make her mom feel good all the time, so she may have a point" you pointed out, looking up at him

"that may have something to do with the fact that she has the most amazing and stunning mom ever"

You rolled your eyes, feeling your cheeks warm at the flattery even after all this time.

"I don't know about the stunning part anymore" you spoke softly "I feel and walk like an elephant- and not even my blue shirt fits me anymore," you said as you recalled last night's struggles.

"you're kidding, right? Baby you look as beautiful as ever, if not more"

you frowned "Yeah, sure"

"no hey, look at me" he lifted your chin with his fingers "Sweetheart, you. are. beautiful" he let the last word roll out of his tongue purposefully slowly before giving you a kiss.

He was incredulous at the fact that you didn't believe him.

Each time he looked at you his heart skipped a beat and he fell in love all over again.

And if he found you gorgeous before... hell, you now could only be described as a glimpse of paradise.

You were bringing a baby - his daughter- to life, and no beauty could ever compare to that.

"what is it sugar?" he asked, once your eyes gave away your doubts.

"I just-" you bit your lip, looking for the right words " Everyone keeps saying that I look beautiful, but... I don't know, I don't feel... hot, anymore"

A sly grin tugged at his lips then "You don't feel sexy?"

You shook your head 

His finger trailed your cheek and then your lips, sending goosebumps up your spine

"sweetheart..." he murmured "you're the hottest woman to ever walk the eart. One of these days my heart is gonna fail me from all the beats it has skipped because of you" he smirked "And besides... I thought I already demonstrated just how sexy you are only last night" he continued, his hands roaming your body and causing a whimper to almost flee your lips.

"Is that it?" he teased, once you didn't respond "You want me to show you again?" he asked, kissing your neck as he got on top of you, this time a moan actually leaving your lips " 'cause I'll gladly comply"

[loguetowns]

sweet dreams

roronoa zoro x reader

kiss me through the phone

1.2k words

a/n: this was inspired by this haikyuu fanfic (pls read if ur a sakusa enjoyer, i promise you it's worth the read!!). anyways, i feel like zoro is always the one i write for as my first fic back from a hiatus hehe

sleep usually comes to zoro quite easily, greeting him like an old friend. tonight, however, it evades him like he’s offended it. he’s restless, tossing and turning, back and forth, until he finally gives up.

he looks at the clock.

it’s been 2 minutes.

ugh, fuck it.

he sits at the edge of the bed, reaching for the snail sitting on his bedside table. the receiver rests between his ear and his shoulder as he dials, leg bouncing up and down as he waits for the voice he’s so desperate to hear.

purururururu-

“hello?"

your voice is a little fuzzy through the phone, and zoro presses the receiver even closer to his ear.

“hi.”

for a second, there's only silence and zoro frowns. nami did warn him that there was a storm hitting the island. it’s also really late.

maybe it wasn't such a good idea to call-

and then your laughter comes through, finding him like a ray of sun peeking through dark clouds.

“zoro, what even- i have so many questions!”

at the sound of your voice, he can feel a wave of comfort wash over him. he sinks into his bed and, instinctively, he smiles.

“oh yeah?”

“yeah!” you giggle. "where did you get a den den mushi? why are you calling? shouldn’t you be asleep?”

before he can answer, you gasp. “wait,” your voice drops to a whisper. “did you… did you steal a phone?”

you sound so horrified and zoro laughs — earnestly, truly, and oh-so easily. somehow, happiness is so effortless with you.

“zoro!” you chastise him, scandalized at his laughter. “tell me you didn’t!”

he nestles into his pillows. with you in his ear, it almost feels like you're right next to him.

“i'm a pirate, not a thief.” he huffs. “nami was hoarding a couple in her room and with a little - ahem - negotiating, she let me use one.”

“oh boy,” zoro can hear you shuffle in bed. “i hope you didn't trade the rest of your life savings just for a snail.”

“life savings? you mean the 10 berries i hold to my name?”

“uh, have you seen your bounty? you hold a lot more than 10 berries to your name.”

“you keeping tabs on me?“

"of course i am," you say it so matter-of-factly that zoro can't help but grin. he catches a glimpse of himself in the mirror — god, he looks as lovesick as the stupid cook.

but he doesn't hate it.

“i know it's late but don't act like you weren't still up. i know you don't sleep.”

“maybe i can't sleep because i don't have my white noise machine here with me.”

he scoffs, “is that what i am to you? just white noise while i sleep?”

“please.” zoro smiles; he can practically hear you roll your eyes. “you're lucky you can't hear yourself snore. and you should consider it a compliment! it means it's useful to have you in bed.”

“just useful, huh? i feel like mind-blowing might be a better way to describe my performance in bed.”

you click your tongue and zoro laughs. it's truly amazing how you can still make him feel so weightless from across the seas.

“always so cocky,” you tsk. “is that a job requirement when you sign up to be a pirate or something?”

“if it was, chopper and usopp would've never made the cut.”

“don't pick on them!” zoro hears a soft thud! as you fall back against your pillows. “gosh, it feels like forever since i've seen them.”

“because it has been. they miss you."

after a beat, he adds, “i miss you.”

“i miss you too.”

for a moment, neither of you speak. all he hears is the patter of rain in the background and when he closes his eyes, he can imagine you cozy in bed with a window open. you always love the sound of rain at night.

“i'm excited to see you all tomorrow,” you say quietly.

“yeah, but me the most, right?”

“of course.”

he sighs, looking out the window at the night sky, moonlit and cloudless. he wishes that it was rain instead — because that would mean he’s not so far away.

“i wish i could see you right now.”

you laugh and zoro can picture the way your eyes crinkle when you do, “i think you can wait a few hours.”

“actually,” he says. “accounting for the storm, it'll take us another 16 hours. but who's counting?”

“definitely not you.”

“definitely not.”

“you're just always impatient.”

“correct.”

“patience is a virtue, you know.”

“i'm not virtuous.”

“no, you're ridiculous.” the affection in your voice makes zoro's heart ache. there’s more rustling, and he wishes for nothing more than to be under the covers with you.

tomorrow can’t come fast enough.

“go to sleep.” it's like you can read his mind. “i promise time will pass by a lot faster if you do.”

zoro stares at the moon, wondering if it knows that it'll never come close to outshining you.

“tell me a story first.”

“what?”

“tell me a bedtime story.”

“now?” you sigh. “but it’s so late. my brain cells stop working after business hours.”

“yeah, but i’m a vip client.”

“sorry, we don't do after-hours services.”

“if you do, i promise to give you a present tomorrow.” he reaches over to grab the aforementioned gift from his bedside, as if you’d be able to see it through the phone.

“a present?” curiosity colours your pretty voice. “wait, it better not be something lame, like a... kiss or a hug.”

“i dare you to call my kisses lame to my face.”

“or what, big boy?” you tease.

“oh, you don’t wanna know,” he warns. “i am a pirate after all.”

“ooh, so scary. i better do what the scary pirate says.”

and with that, zoro smiles to himself. he opens your present, playing with the contents as he gets comfortable, eyes closing as he waits for you to start.

you're not even halfway through your story before his snores travel through the snail, and you shake your head with endearment. your heart longs for him the way his wants you. you were only half-joking earlier; it really is that much harder for you to sleep without him.

there is nothing more comforting than the sound of zoro’s gentle slumber, the feel of his breath against your skin as he snuggles close, chest against your back, an arm snaked around your waist.

a sigh echoes in your lonely room. you should really take your own advice; tomorrow will come faster if you sleep.

you choose not to hang up. instead, you place the receiver next to your pillow and you pull up the covers, ready to join zoro in dreamland.

“good night,” you whisper to the rain, the moon, and your lover.

“i can’t wait to be with you.”

and from across the ocean, zoro sleeps soundly with starlight illuminating his room, catching the edges of a ring falling out of his hand — one with glittering diamonds, that he's spent days picking out, that he'll offer on one knee as he confesses,

i can’t wait to be with you,

for the rest of our lives.

[sapphire-writes]

an ego thing ~ modern!Aemond x Reader

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8

summary: Tensions rise in class when you're paired up for a group assignment. warnings: 18+ (exhibitionist, p in v, fingering, daddy kink, slight degrading, choking, some brat taming), language, jealousy, possessiveness word count: 2.1k note: our academic Daddy & academic baddie are back! Alexa, play "Jealous Girl" by Lana Del Ray, enjoy my loves!

“I’m pairing you up for this assignment,” your professor says, “count off by fives.”

You roll your eyes. If there’s anything you hate the most in college, it's group work. Sometimes it's okay, if you can choose who you’re working with or if it's a class you have with Baela. Otherwise, it’s a massive pain.

You count off reluctantly and know you won’t be paired with Aemond since he’s planted in his usual seat beside you. 

It’s your 8 am history lecture and he still looks amazing. With his usual coffee cup, dark grey sweats, and a black t-shirt. That long hair hanging freely down his back, eyes sparkling and alive with academic anticipation. 

Daddy. 

FUCK. You’ve got to stop this. It’s getting embarrassing how down-bad you are for him. Chill out. 

“Alright, pair up, find your numbers,” your professor says and you groan. 

You hold up two fingers, waiting for whoever joins you. You meet Aemond’s eyes giving him a tentative smile. He smirks slightly holding up one finger. 

“Guess you’re my partner,” the voice of Harper Tully startles you, and you look at her.

“Oh, okay sounds-”

“Oh sorry Y/N,” she says smiling awkwardly, “I meant Aemond.”

Your mouth drops in embarrassment, cheeks flushing. 

“Right, sorry, my bad,” you tell her. 

She smiles, taking the seat next to Aemond. 

“No worries,” she says, beginning to take out her laptop.

You can’t help but notice the blush that covers her cheeks, nearly matching the deep auburn color of her hair. An uncomfortable knot forms in your stomach. 

“Guess I’m stuck with you,” a voice says, sighing dramatically.

You turn to see Luke Velaryon standing near your desk, a lopsided grin on his face and his hair shaggy as though he had just run his hand through it. 

“Hey Luke,” you return his smile as he claims the desk next to you. 

Your professor has outlined the assignment clearly, it doesn’t seem too difficult, and certainly nothing you cannot manage. But Luke Velaryon seems more interested in talking about anything but history. Not that you can blame him. You find yourself staring across the room at Aemond and Harper. 

She’s pretty, like, really pretty as she twirls that auburn hair around her finger, biting her lip as Aemond speaks. Who even bites their lip like that in real life? What is this a porno? What is she doing? And what is he doing? 

Aemond is focused on his work, like the top student he is, not sparing a glance your way. At least not that you notice. You and Aemond are exclusive, this is something you’ve discussed, but besides your recent date, you haven’t shown the two of you are together outside the privacy of your dorm rooms. 

Unbeknownst to you, Aemond is unnervingly aware of the proximity you have to Luke Velaryon, the giggle he elicits from you when he says something stupid. Fucking stupid ass Luke Velaryon is definitely not that funny. Aemond grinds his teeth together as another giggle escapes you. 

The minutes drag by and you find yourself staring at the clock as you and Luke finish early. Luke’s a nice enough guy, he’s pretty sweet telling you stories about his dog Arrax he loves so much. At least it takes your attention away from Harper Tully touching Aemond’s arm, grazing her foot against his calf. 

“Alright, any groups want to share what you talked about?” your professor asks.

Aemond’s hand moves upwards, beating you by just a second. Your professor nods at him. You barely hear him speak, crossing your arms. 

“Well said, Aemond,” your professor tells him, “Anyone else?”

You can feel Aemond’s eyes on you, but you refuse to look. Clamping your mouth shut, you grind your teeth. Your professor glances at you, as though expecting you to answer. Not today.

You’re fuming by the time your professor tells you to turn in your papers and ends class for the day. You leap from your seat and slam the paper down at the same time Aemond turns in yours. 

With a huff, you avoid his gaze, immediately leaving the classroom. Other students follow and you power walk trying to put as much distance between you and him as possible. You’re irrationally angry, watching Harper flirt with him has sent your stomach turning, your heart pounding against your ribcage. You’re halfway down the hall, already having rounded the corner when a hand grabs your arm.

“You running away from me?” Aemond asks, tugging you against the wall and out of the sea of students who are switching classes. 

You yank your arm away from his, crossing them over your chest.

“I hardly thought you’d notice, what with Harper’s hands practically down your pants,” you snap before you can stop yourself. 

Aemond’s eyes widen, and his mouth is set in a hard line. Your mouth turns into a pout when he doesn’t answer.

“That’s what I thought,” you tell him, as Luke Velaryon rounds the corner.

His eyes flicker between you before he smirks. 

“You forgot your backpack,” he tells you pointing behind him.

You left so fast you’d forgotten it. 

“I would have grabbed it but…actually, I don’t know why I should have just grabbed it,” Luke tells you frowning.

“It’s fine,” you tell him, pushing by Aemond and heading back into the class. 

You open the door to the empty classroom, the professor already gone. You stalk over angrily to your bag, shoving the contents inside. You hear the door open and watch Aemond enter, leaning against it. You scoff, turning away from him.

“Bet if you hurry you can still catch her,” you call, zipping your bag.

“Who?”

“Harper.”

You sling the bag on your shoulder and walk towards him. He blocks the door perfectly, fitting in the entire doorway. You’re so pissed you simply glare at him. 

“Move,” you tell him. 

“No,” he snarls. 

“Aemond, get out of my way,” you growl at him. 

“Gods when did you become such a brat?” he snaps, glaring at you. 

Your mouth drops open in shock. 

“Excuse me?” you harshly whisper, cheeks red, mortified by the name-calling.

Aemonds’s eyes graze you, looking you up and down. He reaches behind him, flicking the lock on the classroom door, before bringing his hand to the back of your neck, dragging you closer. Your bag falls to the ground as you’re pressed flush against him. 

“When did you become such a brat?” he repeats before crashing his lips against yours.

The kiss is punishing, as he thrusts his tongue into your mouth, swallowing a moan he elicits from you as his hand grips your hair, yanking it hard. His other hand grabs your waist, turning you and pressing you against the door. Aemond lifts you up, and you instinctively wrap your legs around his waist as he pushes you into the door. 

“Like you weren’t flirting with Velaryon,” he groans, digging his fingers into the meat of your thighs, moving his lips to your neck, “Right in front of me.”

Aemond sucks harshly on the skin of your next, eliciting a whimper as you tangle your hands in his hair. 

“I thought you were smart,” he says against your neck, moving to nip at your collarbone, “not a very smart decision baby.”

You growl, frustrated with him, and yank at his hair harshly. 

“You were fucking flirting with Harper,” you accuse.

“Don’t be stupid,” he says harshly, wrapping a hand around your throat, “I wasn’t flirting with Harper Tully.”

“You were,” you insist as he grinds his hips into yours. 

He lets you go, and you stand on shaking legs. Aemond’s hand remains wrapped around your throat as he pushes his hand into your leggings, underneath your panties. He sneers at you, sliding a finger through your wet folds.

“Luke Velaryon get you this wet?” he taunts, sinking a finger inside of you. 

“Fuck.”

“Answer me.”

“Fuck you Aemond.”

His hand moves to hold your chin, angling it so you’re looking at him.

“That’s no way to speak to the guy you were calling Daddy the other night,” he growls, relentlessly with his fingers. 

You can hear the sound of your wetness squelching against his fingers, biting your lip as his palm grazes your clit. You flush with embarrassment, but hold your tongue as you come closer to your orgasm. A whimper slips through your lips and Aemond kisses you harshly. 

“Ah ah ah,” he says, pulling away from your mouth, and your pussy, “you don’t get to cum that easily. No fucking way.”

You whine at the loss of contact as Aemond fully releases you. He kisses you again, hands on your waist moving toward the desk at the front of the classroom. Spinning you around, he pushes you against the desk, effectively bending you in half.

“Aemond-”

“You’re going to take it,” he says gruffly, pulling down your leggings, “right here, right now. I don’t care if the whole fucking school hears you.”

He kisses your asscheek as he makes his way back up, a sweet gesture compared to his sudden roughness. You hear his belt unbuckle as a chill of anticipation rolls through you. 

“We can’t do this here,” you whisper, though it is half-hearted at best. 

You can’t help but feel thrilled by his need to take you now. Take you here of all places. You can feel the tip of his cock spreading through your folds as he runs his head through them. You whimper as he smacks his cock against your clit. 

“Too bad,” he says, his tone mocking, “should have thought about that before mouthing off to me.”

You’re ready to mouth off again but the words get trapped in your throat as he slides his cock inside you. The stretch is incredible, the angle allowing you to take him deeply, just like the first night in the library. A garbled moan leaves your lips as he begins to pound into you. One hand on your hip to aid his merciless thrusts, the other holding your neck, pressing your torso against the desk. 

Your legs tremble with the force of his thrusts, every stroke sending waves of pleasure through your frame. 

“Where’s that mouth, huh?” Aemond asks, slapping your ass with his hand. 

“Aemond,” you mean, “Aemond please.”

“Poor baby,” Aemond croons, not stopping his thrusts for a moment, “getting all worked up over nothing.” Another slap to your ass, leaving your cheeks stinging. 

You whimper as he continues, amazed at his ability to reduce you to a whimpering mess. His hand snakes around your chest then, pulling you up so he can kiss your neck.

“Fuck-”

“You’re all mine,” Aemond growls, biting harshly on your ear, “tell me, who really made you this wet?”

“You did,” you gasp, “You Aemond.”

“Soaking my cock in our fucking classroom, dirty girl,” Aemond purrs, “you want to come?”

“Please, please let me come,” you beg, abdomen tight, on the precipice of pleasure.

“Who makes you feel this good?” he asks.

“You,” you whimper, “you Aemond.”

“What’s my name?” he asks, and you can hear the smile in his voice. 

Your cheeks flush, and you feel his hand reach down to play with your clit. 

“C’mon say it,” Aemond taunts, “or continue to be a brat, and see what that gets you.”

He pinches your clit as he finishes his sentence and you cry out, lost in the sensations of pleasure and pain. 

“Please let me come Daddy!” you whimper.

“Good fucking girl,” Aemond moans, fingers circling your clit.

It takes only a few moments before you’re trembling against him, orgasm washing over you. Aemond unsheathes himself from your warm cunt and you turn instinctively, dropping to your knees. You take him in your mouth in one fluid motion, bobbing your head and swirling your tongue, tasting yourself on his thick cock. He holds your face and you let him fuck your throat, gagging as he finishes. 

Aemond helps you to your feet, and you look at each other, disheveled and wide-eyed. You grab your leggings putting them on quickly as Aemond pulls up his pants. You glance at the door.

“I don’t want to go out there,” you tell him and he chuckles. 

“Let me check,” he says heading to the door. 

He flips the lock as you remain frozen, opening the door and peering out. Aemond turns, smiling. 

“Must be no next class,” he tells you. 

You sigh in relief. 

“Thank goodness,” you tell him, grabbing your bag.

Aemond smirks at you.

“All better?” he asks.

You frown.

“Shut up,” you tell him.

He raises an eyebrow.

“Do we need to continue?” he asks, “I thought you were a quick learner, but if you need another lesson…”

“I do not!” you tell him, flushing, “and I have another class.”

“Let me walk you?” he asks.

You bite your lip looking at him. Aemond Targaryen. He fucking did it again. He smirks like he’s reading your mind, and holds out his hand. You take his hand in yours lacing your fingers through his and walk out of the classroom together.

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Heya! Just hear me out:

When their s/o buys matching hoodies (w/ Bullfrog & Rayman/Ramon)

Thank you for the request ! 

This is a really wholesome and original idea of a prompt , I really enjoyed writing it :D

I apologize for the long wait , but it’s been a very , very busy week , and I’ve been feeling a bit too tired to write anything the past days … sorry about that ;( 

Anyway , I hope this turned out okay ! 

Details : use of gender neutral reader ; 

established relationships ; 

no warnings needed 

Bullfrog 💚

When you come back home and show him the matching hoodies you got while you were outside , Bullfrog is definitely very surprised : 

I honestly don’t think he has ever received something like this as a gift , so expect him to be especially enthusiastic .

< Merci beaucoup my dear , it looks so nice ! > 

< Haha , you’re welcome sweetie ! 

I just couldn’t help myself : the idea of sharing some matching clothing with you sounded amazing to be honest ~ > 

This frog will have the brightest smile on his face when you’re both wearing the matching hoodies … 

He just can’t stop gushing about how much he likes his and just how cute you look in yours , it never fails to make you smile ://)

The other Ghosts have seen you two with the matching hoodies occasionally , and while Dolph thinks it’s … well , maybe a bit too cheesy , Jade definitely supports you both , even suggesting more matching clothing you could get … 

< Oh - you guys should definitely try wearing these ! 

I think you’d look super cute in them ! > 

< *sigh* … please don’t encourage this . > 

It’s especially nice when you’re in the safety of your home , cuddling under the comforting warmth of the hoodies and just enjoying each other’s company …

< y/n , thanks again for this hoodie … I just love it ! >

< Don’t mention it … I just really wanted to do something nice for you , y’know ?

If anyone deserves that , it’s you . >

< Aw , venez ici mon amour ~ > 

< Heyy - hahah , that tickles honey ! ~ > 

Rayman 🧡

To say that Rayman is happy about your gift would be an understatement : 

the fact that you decided to surprise him with a matching hoodie just to see him smile is enough to make his daily stress caused by his job disappear for a few precious minutes … 

< So uh , do you like it ? I wasn’t sure about the color at first , I thought it might be a bit too much , but these were the last matching hoodies they had left , and - > 

< Like it ? 

y/n , I love it ! You couldn’t have chosen better ! > 

Rayman is already a big fan of spoiling you , so as soon as he understands that you’re into matching clothing you better believe that he’s going to buy you a lot more of them in the future … maybe exaggerating a little sometimes , but he just wants to do all he can to make you feel loved and appreciated .

< Woah - Ray what happened ? You look like you just bought an entire store ! > 

< Uff - it’s okay ,  I just gotta carry these inside … gimme a second … > 

< Hold on , let me help you …

I really appreciate you getting me all these gifts honey , but maybe don’t get so many next time : I don’t want you to hurt yourself carrying them around ! > 

< Heh … you’re right , you’re right …

I just couldn’t help myself : you deserve all the best things I could possibly give you . > 

< Pfft … you’re always so sweet , thank you ~ > 

< Anything for you , y/n ~ > 

When you’re separated during the day , Rayman likes to carry his hoodie with him and keep it by his side when he’s at work : just looking at it makes him feel so happy to have a loving partner like you , you truly are the best thing that’s ever happened to him ❤️

He loves it whenever the two of you are outside wearing the matching hoodies , it’s like a nice little way of showing to everyone around that his heart belongs to you and you alone … 

Also if you ever feel worried about him getting embarrassed by it , Rayman is quick to make your anxiety go away . 

< That’s nonsense darling … this isn’t just any hoodie , it’s a gift from you , and that makes it all the more special : I could never get embarrassed by it ! > 

Ramon 🖤

Okay , so Ramon might get … pretty worried at the thought that you went to buy something , especially without him : 

he’s the one who is supposed to watch over you , plus Eden knows who you are … they could’ve taken the opportunity to capture you and do horrible things to you .

… however , he can’t bring himself to be actually angry . 

< I’m sorry Ram … I just wanted to do something nice for you , you’ve been looking down lately and I thought … > 

< No - no no , I like the hoodie y/n , I do … it was very sweet of you to do this for me .

Still , please remember that Eden is on the hunt for us , you can’t just go outside without a way to protect yourself . 

Just … be more careful next time , okay ? 

I love you , and I can’t bare the thought of you getting hurt … > 

< I love you too , sweetie … I’ll be more careful , I promise . > 

Sometimes , Ramon is going to hold the hoodie and just … stare at it , quietly reflecting to himself : 

you put your life on the line to get it for him … you risked getting hurt , all to give him a gift that could make him happy … 

While that thought worries him , he just can’t help but smile a little in front of your sheer dedication to make him smile .

It can get very cold in the hiding place you’re both staying in , so you and Ramon definitely cuddle while wearing the hoodies : 

they’re so warm and cozy … they really make those little moments of affection even better . 

< Are you comfortable like this , y/n ? >

< Mhm … couldn’t be better ~ >

It’s not rare for you to stumble upon a sleeping Ramon using the hoodie as a blanket , and he just looks … so cute ;//; 

He often has trouble sleeping , so having your gift so close to him definitely helps him relax … not as much as actually holding you , of course , but it’s still nice ! 

[batemansluvrr]

— 𝑾𝑰𝑪𝑲𝑬𝑫 𝑮𝑨𝑴𝑬

i know this is short, but this is my first time writing fluff. hope y’all don’t mind!! (maybe i’ll do a part two)

enjoy your reading!🤍

song i used as inspo: wicked game - chris isaak

word count: 448

The rays of the sun passing through Patrick’s bedroom window woke you up and you immediately turned to see your boyfriend relaxed face before noticing that he was already awake. He was staring at you in a romantic way, as if he was intrigued by your sleeping figure. He smiled softly and got on top of your delicate body and started caressing your cute cheeks. You giggled and kissed his hand, amazed by his perfect features. Patrick stopped for a moment before leaning down and starting to leave a trail of wet kisses on your exposed neck, tickling it. Your hands made their way to his messy yet perfect hair, stroking them a bit.

“Good morning beautiful.” He said before kissing your forehead. You met his hazel eyes and gave him a soft peck. “Morning.” Your lips couldn’t stop forming a smile at the heavenly sight you were admiring. Patrick jokingly placed his head between your breasts, looking at you from below. He then moved his hand to your belly, caressing your pretty body. “We’re gonna have a beautiful little boy or girl.” He smirked and hugged you tightly without broking the eye contact.

“My pretty little angel.” He had a serious face now, enchanted by your stunning beauty. Your heart was melting at the sound of his sweet words, and that made you cup his cheeks and kiss him a million times again. You couldn’t get enough of him, because you knew you couldn’t resist him. You loved the fact that he could have been lovely and attractive at the same time. Even though you couldn’t escape his wicked games. Every time Patrick acted like that, you knew he had something strange in mind, but still, you didn’t care. You returned to reality when he stood up and reached the bathroom while you finally decided to search your underwear under the blanket. After a minute, you still couldn’t find it and you decided to join him in the bathroom, surprising him. A towel covered his intimacy while he was doing his expensive skin-care. You washed your hands and face noticing how many products Patrick used. He positioned behind of you, hugging your pretty frame, admiring your naked form through the mirror.

“Thank you so much for everything, for this time, for our future together and most importantly for loving me.” He murmured into your ear, playing with your lobe. You smiled brightly and turned to see his encouraging face. “You don’t have to thank me.” Your voice reassured him, while your hands were massaging his shoulder. Patrick caressed your cheek gently with a genuine smirk printed on his lips before kissing you again.

“Let's have breakfast now.”

[rwby-encrusted-blog]

Arculus Rift; How it happened

Penny: Hello Friend Jaune! Friend Ruby has Suggested I spend more time around people other than her to broaden my 'scope of the world!' I was wondering if you would spend time with me at some point?

Jaune: I mean, I don't see why not? When are you free? I have Team Leader stuff and Extra Credit stuff to do on Weekdays.

Penny: I am available on Weekends. How does this Saturday at 3:45 sound to watch Herbert; Sting-Rays of Love at the Valean Eastern Theatre?

Jaune: Oh! Sure, Yeah I loved watching that movie as a kid! Sounds like a date!

Penny: *Blushing* A Date? Oh! Yes! Okay then! I will be ready to meet you on Saturday!

Jaune: *Oblivious* Sweet! See you then, Penny!

~~~~~~

Jaune: Hey Pennnnnnn....

Penny: *In a dress and Makeup, positively glowing* Good afternoon Jaune.

Jaune: Whoa. Penny! you look amazing! Why are you so dressed up?

Penny: For our Date? Do you not Remember?

Jaune: *internally* "Sounds like a Date!"

Jaune: Ah. I- I didn't mean a romantic date, I just meant- I misspoke. I forgot you take things very literally.

Penny: *Visibly Deflating* Oh. I'm sorry I misunderstood you. If things have been made awkward, then I do not mind if we must reschedule or ... If you do not wish to 'Hang out' after this.

Jaune: Nah, penny, I messed up. I'd still like to spend time with you, I'm just sorry I got your hopes up or whatever. We're still here! We still had plans. I'll even pay- I uh, had planned on doing that anyway.

Penny: Oh! well I would also still like to spend time with you! And there is no need to pay, I have brought my own lien for payment!

Jaune: Penny, i insist that I pay for my mistake, literally-

Ticket Teller: ... I don't get paid enough for this.

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Kafka Angst, delicious, thankyou for the food. Okay this was from 11:49-12:21 jeez im tired.

Anyways, here’s thing for you!

“…I remember one morning it was just like any other, you brought coffee and I brought sweets. I remember, you spilled a little of my coffee on the table and made a surprised sound, but despite that, you looked up at me and you laughed. Your eyes were shining in the morning light— In hindsight really.. They’d always done that. A little bit brighter, with the golden sun. That’s the moment I realized I was really truly hopelessly in love with you. I told myself it was a longer mission than usual. That’s all, and yet I couldn’t stop liking you past our little meetings in the morning. I couldn’t help but want to ask more and more about yourself, the silly, little details unrelated to Elio’s script.”

At least, that’s what Kafka would like to say to you. Instead she watched through your window as you cried. Illuminated only by moonlight. It looked as though a meteor shower might be streaking across your face— quick and bright slashes. A sky full of grief, guilt, longing. Kafka couldn’t help but vaguely wondering if you must mirror her own feelings so well. Kafka was a formidable woman, that wasn’t a secret to anyone. What she wanted, she would eventually obtain. However everything else she had taken now seemed so.. Little in comparison to you. So worthless. The one thing Kafka wanted, craved— No. The one thing she needed, she couldn’t have. You. A little bit of water splashes her face. Unsurprising, there’s thunderclouds rolling overhead. Rain was bound to come sooner or later. The water rolls down her cheek, to the corner of her mouth. It takes a moment to register in her brain it’s salty, and the rain has not yet begun to fall.

She looks down at her hands, those hands that have felled many. Her tongue, which has been used to manipulate peoples minds into showing them horrors to last a lifetime, that tongue that has spit thousands of lies. Her eyes, which have watched on as an opponent met a slow, agonizing end. The eyes that showed a frenzied glee at the suffering. How could she ever be worthy of you? The shining bright light in the universe who could never be dimmed. One so pure and precious. She felt her chest tighten in shame. She could never wash the blood from her hands, it stained her entire being. Deep in her mind, a maze to all (even herself) she knew that if given the chance to cleanse her sins, she probably would not take it.

So the Stellaron Hunter turns, quickly scaling her way down to the bustling streets before you might see that familiar shape crouching across the way. Your eyes make their way to the window as you see quick movement, but as fast as it appeared it disappears just as well. And a drop of water hits the glass. And another. Until your window is pelted with the sky’s tears, and the sidewalks are a black mass of umbrellas.

I hope this was this much 🤏 entertaining to you

WHAJHSGD ANONIE?? THIS IS SO AMAZING WAAA IDEK IF I CAN ADD TO IT BC ITS ALREADY PERFECTT!! IM GETTING FED SO WELLL SHJSSJ SOBBING KAFKA ANGST HITTING TOO HARD RN AJSJSJS SHES SO BABYYY I WANNA HUG HERR 😕💗

kafka wears gloves to try to hide the blood that has stained her hands to try to make herself feel better :(

kafka probably has you as a live wallpaper on her phone. she would press down on her phone and the short video of you on that flower field would play. your smiling brightly as the rays of the sunset glowed so beautifully on you. lighting up your smile even more. she looks at it with a bittersweet memories as she reminds herself as to why she joined the stellaron hunters - to understand herself to be a better person and see that beautiful smile on your face everyday. :(

she listens to voice messages or watches videos she has saved of you whenever shes stressed. hearing your voice and the way you smile at her clears her head. calming her down. she can't help but grow a little tired of hearing the same videos and voice recordings. shes determined to get some new ones soon. <3

whenever you post on your snapchat stories, instagram, tiktok, any social media platform, kafka is always on an anonymous account. she constantly comments sweet things under your posts.

"hope you had fun <3"

"so beautiful, like always dear 💗"

"such a pretty smile you have :)"

kafka doesnt even try to change the way she writes to make you not catch on. she likes your posts and is usually the first one to see them too. You can't help but sense the familiarity of the way the commenter writes their comments. its ever so awfully familiar as to how kafka types. you want to believe it but you know its not her :(

kafka secretly hopes you recognise that its her. she knows it won't happen, but she will still keep believing that you will <3

[atarathegreat]

Sunrise Tetta Kisaki

because i'm still shit at answering things apparently. love at first sight/soulmates, fluffy smutty, requested by @stygianoir. I won't speak to how well it fits the request, I'm not great at AU's

Kisaki didn't have the chance to worry about being late for his morning shower or being late for work, not when he had an automatic alarm that woke him up every morning. A whiny, loud, and obstinate alarm that he wished would just go back to sleep when she tugged at his arm.

"Tetta!" He hated how she dragged his name out, the cute way her lips pursed when she tugged as hard as she could only to be met with him grabbing her wrist and yanking her back. She was many things to him, and, at 6:30 in the morning, annoying was at the top of the list. Interchangeable as the day went, of course. "Tetta! We have to get up!" It was as if she actually thought she was strong enough to fight against the way he held her down.

It was one of his few days off, she wasn't about to 'Tetta, please!' her way out of it either.

"Tetta! Please!" The sound she made was somewhere between a growl and a whine, the same sound she'd made that caught his attention the first time he ever saw her.

She'd been with some punk who couldn't even keep his pants on his ass, his belt haphazardly looped through only two of his belt loops and not even buckled. Kisaki had been disgusted at the sight, giving his own silent growl for his disdain. In all his years he would never embarrass himself with such a look, let alone with a girl like that on his arm. Even then, her extremely ratty clothes and dirt covered face, he'd found her beautiful. Her striking eyes that angrily begged the loser to go to the rooftops and see the sunrise.

How could such a rabid looking woman be so sweet in the face of such filth? Kisaki didn't know. Didn't care. Though he did wish she would've swung on him.

"We're not going to the damn roofs! You can see the sun at any point in the day!" The man raised his palm, the girl refused to flinch, but the tightening in her muscles showed Kisaki that he had scared her. Tetta Kisaki was, among many things, a devil. Yet even he'd be damned if he watched something like that and walked by. "Come." Was all he'd said to the strange, dirty female, choosing to ignore her ripped jeans.

His office building was nearby and was taller than the other buildings. Perfect for her to watch the sun come up. A fool could proclaim that she was hideous, dirty and unworthy of a second look from any man adorned in a suit. Kisaki found that his eyes refused to stray from her reflection in the elevator walls. Messy hair framing an all too perfect and dirt smudged face, maybe that was a bruise on her jaw. So what her legs could be seen, scratched up, through the equally nasty tears in her jeans? Something about her was simply...enthralling.

"The sunrise!" But that squealing would have to stop.

It was the same squeal she still had as she jumped out onto the terrace, eyes sparkling as the dark sky faded to amazing purples and pinks on the horizon. For a moment, Kisaki saw her as the street rat he'd picked up. Only for a moment.

Despite her disgusting appearance, Kisaki knew he wanted her. Wanted to spoil her and keep her in the silkiest clothes, watch her sit in a bubble bath for hours if she so pleased. The best, Kisaki knew she deserved only the best. It was the look on her face, the absolute joy he could see in her smile that made him trust his decision even more. Fancy shampoos and conditioners so her hair always looked shiny, the most expensive clothes so she always looked gorgeous, and the best version of him that Kisaki could give her. If that meant getting up at the ass crack of dawn to watch the sun rise over the city, he'd buy her a whole damn penthouse of nothing but glass walls.

Wind whipped around them, throwing her hair around, "It's so pretty!" As cliché as he felt, Kisaki thought the only pretty thing was her. Sun rays peeked easily over the city after a few moments, and he took it as his cue to grab her hips and kiss her head, "I'm going to go shower."

Though she didn't respond, Kisaki knew she heard him. Muscles flexed beneath the thin shirt he wore to bed as he stretched upwards, bending backwards enough to pop his back once, twice, and three times. Routine was important to him, keeping everything as tasks that he needed to complete was how he managed to survive with a woman who was so...compulsive? She wasn't organized and it bothered him. Whatever she wanted to do, she did without planning it or checking to be sure she had time for it. Really, how had she managed to get anything done without him?

Raining water sounded behind Kisaki and he looked to see her turning the shower on to the temperature she wanted. "I'll shower with you!" Fuck, that smile paired with the image of her naked made his body tingle. "Sounds good to me." Kisaki folded his glasses and set them on the sink.

A brief second passed where he wondered if she knew just how hard she made him when she pulled her shirt off. Had she been teasing him on purpose? She must be aware of the way he loved her hips in shorts, hell, he stared too much for her to not notice. And, gods, the way her chest bounced as she moved was hypnotizing. For a man who preferred to take his time, Kisaki was on her heels as she stepped into the walk in shower.

"Thank you for always getting up and watching the sunrise with me." Soft, gentle, Kisaki would never tire of the way she spoke to him as if he were a skittish animal, "A new day needs to be started with the people you love."

His lips twitched as he fought the feeling in his gut. She was being cute, he shouldn't want to press her against the wall and-

"It's not a problem." Kisaki wrapped his fingers around her waist, using his thumbs to rub small circles into her skin, soothing his tension a fraction. Sometimes she wanted to just be sweet and not have sexual tension locked in the middle, and Kisaki wanted to give her that but he just found her too damn alluring when she sounded so coddling. "C'mere." He whispered, his voice becoming raspy as the water touched her everywhere he wanted to. Such a good girl she was, listening without question when he beckoned her. 'Jump' and 'how high?' came to mind, but he didn't want to control her that way. "Wait for cleaning..." His lips felt hot, touching her neck and pulling away with a stupid sucking sound Kisaki could do without.

"Don't take those fuckin' hands off me." Kisaki let out a low growl, going with his nastiest fantasy and pulling her leg up, "If you don't want to do this, say so now." Because once I'm buried in you, I don't think I'll be able to stop.

Feeling her hands on his arms was almost too much for him to take, and she still asked what was happening like she didn't know. She was a bit of a dunce, if he was honest with himself, maybe she truly didn't know when he planned on ravaging her. The thought only served to spur him on.

"Do what?"

Laughter echoed around them as he slumped his head on her shoulder. It was too funny for him that she truly had no idea. "You're so damn clueless sometimes." Kisaki nipped at her jaw, dragging his hands all over her. It was more enjoyable when she was caught off guard anyway.

And, gods, the way she gasped when he pushed into her without warning. The way she clenched around his intrusion and her mouth made a perfect 'o' was nearly enough to make him lose his mind, if her eyes rolling back hadn't already done it. Kisaki loved to start slow, growling as his hardening cock dragged and pushed against her insides, slow and steady so he could feel every little bit of her. "Do you have any idea how good you feel?" Kisaki sucked the hot air from the shower through his teeth. He couldn't shake the thought that she was made for him, it was impossible that she was meant for anyone else, not when she fit him like a custom made glove.

Her fingernails left sweet crescents in his shoulders and it was only fair that she matched his bruising grip on her thigh. Whines spilled from her pouty lips, begging and pleading for him to just hold all of her against the darkly tiled wall. "I won't be able to stand if you keep it up like this!" Those eyes. Damn those eyes of hers. She could order any man to destroy the world with only a look and knit brows. Or it was just Kisaki, gods, he hoped it was only him. And her thighs! How they squished when she sat was only a way for her to tease him, a way for her to catch him more off guard whether she meant to or not. As if Kisaki hated her, as if all the rage he'd ever felt was her fault, he yanked her other thigh up and squeezed until he was sure he'd develop carpal tunnel. "Oh, shit." Kisaki drilled into her, feeling as far as she could take him. "Tetta!" It was the only time her squeals were tolerated by him, even if she was slapping his arms fervently, "Fuck, fuck, fuck!"

"Like Heaven." Kisaki jerked up into her, "I lose my damn mind every. Damn. Time."

"What a potty mouth." Kisaki tried to keep it together as her body tightened around him, "You never spoke like this before." It took all of his self control not to cum when she did. Inside her was his favorite place, even more so when she was pulsating and the sounds that came from the new mess only spurred Kisaki on. A shiver ran down his spine as she latched her lips to his neck. A way, he'd realized a little too late into their relationship, that she managed to soothe herself from the sensitivity that was forced on her. Hickeys weren't something Kisaki liked to have, rather he loved gifting them, but it was cute to him that she needed to do it.

"Almost done, baby, almost done." Kisaki grunted, moving his hands to grip her ass, "Hold on a little longer." A trooper, a real fucking trooper this girl was to whine her response as he borderline brutalized her cunt. The dark spot that he was earning was almost worth the time he would have to take to make sure she was okay and to get her showered.

Maybe having her so early in the morning wasn't his best move, but she was too irresistible when his dick was calling the shots. Which happened to be a majority of the time. He couldn't help it when she whimpered so prettily and dug her nails in once more when Kisaki slammed her back into the wall. Her body and the wall were the only things keeping him upright as he finally came, his whole body tingling as if all his nerves had been pinched in all the right places.

"Feet down." Kisaki moved to set her down. She only strengthened her grip around him, "No, please...just hold me a minute?"

Strange wasn't the word he would use to describe her, per se, but she definitely wasn't anything he'd had before. Not that he minded holding her as the shower beat down on them and the hot water reddened their skin.

[sissylittlefeather]

Sissy- I’m so excited you reached your 500 follower mark. You’re very talented and I love sharing this little Elvisey corner with you. ✨

This photo of him is gorgeous and dreamy and sort of gives me Sissy poetry vibes. I’ll trust you to create whatever feels good to you. A little smutty, a little fluffy, whatever tickles your fancy dear 🖤

Thank you for being who you are 😘

@lookingforrainbows Awww you're the best! Thank you! Love you sweet friend!

I might've gotten a little carried away with this one, but you said poetry, so here you go...

Just the Two of Us

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI, kissing, fingering, o in v penetrative sex, unprotected sex, creampie, public(ish) sex, and some really indulgent purple prose

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"We're married."

"I know." You look at your new husband and you're in absolute awe. How did you get so lucky? As you walk hand in hand on the beach, you can't believe this is actually your life. You're married. And not just to any man. You managed to land the most famous man on the planet, but more than that, you love him more than you ever thought possible.

He stops and turns you toward him, wrapping his arms around your waist. The wind blows through both of your hair as the sun begins to set over the water. He leans in and plants a gentle kiss on your cheek.

"I love you so much, baby." He coos into your ear. You can't help but smile at his obsession with telling you how much he loves you as often as possible. This is probably the tenth time he's said it since you've been walking up and down the beach. "Let's lay down."

You spread out the towels you've been carrying this whole time, take off your gauzy white cover-up, and settle on the sand, lying on your stomach. He lays next to you, propped up on one elbow to look at you.

"Do you know how beautiful you are?" He says with a sly smile.

"I'm starting to believe it. It's hard not to when you say it so often."

"I just want you to see yourself the way I see you, baby." He runs his fingertips down your cheek and leans in and kisses you again. Then, he looks out over the waves and surveys the beach around you. It's deserted, but of course it is since this is a private beach reserved just for your condo.

You're soaking in the last of the evening rays when you feel him fiddling with the strings on the side of your bikini bottoms. Your eyes pop open as he pulls on one and it comes untied.

"Elvis. What are you doing?"

"Nothing. Just... playing..." He reaches across to your other side and pulls on that one too until it falls open.

"Elvis..." He slides his hand under the back of your swimsuit and takes a handful of your ass, squeezing it gently. The sound of the waves crashing fades into the distance as his hand drifts a little lower, his finger tracing the edges of your entrance. He moves his fingertip to your clit and begins to make slow circles. Without meaning to, you lift your hips and spread your legs a little. He knows this signal and pulls his hand back to press his middle finger into you.

"Mmm... Elvis we're on the beach."

"So? There's no one around for miles. It's just you and me, baby." He pumps his finger in and out of you and you moan softly.

"But still." He pulls his finger back.

"You want me to stop?"

"No!" He smiles and presses his finger into you again, using his pointer finger to rub on your sensitive button. He leans forward and presses his lips to your shoulder as he continues to play with you.

"I just want to please my wife on our honeymoon. Is that bad?" He adds a second finger to press inside you and continues to drag his other fingertip across your clit quickly.

"No... it's so good..." You can't help but moan as he works you with his hand. You feel your release building as he moves on you. His ability to bring you to a climax with just three fingers will never cease to amaze you. The pressure continues to build in your center and he stops pumping his fingers to focus on your clit. He moves his fingertip over and around you and the blood rushes to your core. "Fuck, Elvis!"

You try not to scream as your orgasm slams into you, spreading you open right there on the beach and burning you up like starlight. Everything is warm and pulsing and all you see is his smile. He knows how he's made you feel and it's all he wants. But there's one more thing he needs.

"Can I make love to you on this beach, baby? I need you... right now..."

Everything inside you is warm, sensuous honey, so the thought of saying no doesn't even cross your mind.

"Yes, please." He kicks his pants off, pulls off his shirt, and rolls over on top of your back, discarding your open bikini bottom. You spread your legs just enough for him to find your entrance with the tip of his rock hard cock. He pushes into you slowly from behind, filling you inch by gasp-inspiring inch. When he's got you fully stretched around him, he pulls almost all the way out and thrusts into you deeply again. He begins a steady rhythm of rolling his hips into you, pumping into you as you try not to make too much noise. You're up on your elbows with your ass raised to give him the best angle. He kisses your shoulder and then slips a hand up under the top of your bikini to play with your nipple. After a few more minutes of thrusting, he unties your top and takes that off of you as well. Now it's just you and him, naked together under the open sky, the sun setting over the water creating a kaleidoscope of cotton candy clouds reflected on the waves.

The places where your skin kisses his are lightning hot with passion and sweat. And his lips. He presses his lips to any place he can reach on your back as he continues to fill you with himself over and over again.

When he pulls out and rolls onto his back, you know exactly what to do. You've made love to him enough to know what he wants. You crawl on top of him, settling a knee on either side of his hips and sink down onto him. The change in angle makes you moan together in unison. Somewhere a dog barks, but you don't care as the wind brushes your nipples causing them to harden even more. He notices and reaches out with both hands to caress your breasts. The waves crest and break on the beach behind you as you move up and down on him, taking him as deeply as you can. The sun is just a sliver over the water, but the moon is full, replacing the purple and orange sunset with silvery beams and glittering stars. He looks at you like you've swallowed the moon, it's light emanating from every edge of you.

"You are the answer to every prayer I've ever spoken into the darkness." He whispers into the night. His hand finds your cheek and he drags his thumb across your lips. No one else on earth knows the poetry of your bond. But he breathes life into it every time he touches you. "I am whole because you exist."

You lean forward and lay on his chest as he thrusts slowly into you from underneath. He pulls you into a deep kiss, your tongues creating a medley of dance steps all their own. When the kiss ends, you whisper back to him.

"You are my sun. The center of my orbit. I am me because you are you." He kisses your cheek and smiles.

"The only thing that ever made sense to me was music. And now you're the only notes I hear." His voice is just for you in the inky black night. Your heartbeats match the rhythm of his thrusting and the waves pounding the beach.

"All I want is to be yours forever." You half-moan into his ear.

"You are mine, baby. And I'm yours. Until we ourselves are moonlight." He groans and closes his eyes.

Before you were married, your union would've ended now to prevent any too-soon consequences. But tonight, here on the beach as husband and wife, there's a longing from both of you to continue. Any uncertainty about the future is now replaced by hope. So he doesn't stop. Your movements create a tapestry of oneness and as he approaches his release, your pace is steady. It's an unspoken agreement, a covenant that doesn't need acknowledging.

"Oh, God, baby..." He moans, eyes closed and lips parted slightly. You look at him with endless admiration. He's almost angelic in this moment and you revel in his beauty as he tenses and then shudders into you. The warmth inside you is not just metaphorical and he fills you with everything he has. This is what it means to be joined forever.

"I love you. I love you. I love you." He whispers, his voice husky with post-climax emotion as he kisses your lips between each phrase. When he's finished and beginning to soften, you readjust to lay next to him. He rolls over to face you, tracing his fingertips along the outline of your body as gently as butterfly wings. There is no more separation between you. You don't end and he doesn't begin. You simply are, like pieces of tracing paper layered together to create a single image.

"My husband." You whisper, your fingertips gracing the side of his face with a kind of holy adoration.

"My wife." He replies, his eyes like oceans deep enough to contain you both.

You lay there under the summer moon, two naked souls bound together by a love beyond comprehension. Tomorrow will bring you back to a reality filled with concert dates and meetings. But tonight? Tonight is just for the two of you.

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The End

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[sergeantbuckybarnes]

the little things // ben barnes

Summary: It's the small, consistent demonstrations of love and affection that build the foundation for a successful and long-lasting relationship.

Pairing: Ben Barnes x Reader

Word count: 1.2k

Warnings: lots of fluff

A/N: As always, remember English is not my first language. This isn’t proofread, so I apologize for any grammatical errors this may have.

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As the sun’s rays kissed the room, you slowly opened your eyes and found yourself wrapped in Ben’s arms. He looked so peaceful as he slept, his breathing steady and calm.

You couldn't resist leaning in and placing a gentle kiss on his cheek, ushering in the start of a new day. A soft groan escaped his lips as he stirred from his slumber, his eyes gradually fluttering open.

“Good morning,” you whispered, a smile forming on your lips.

“Good morning to you too,” he replied, his voice still groggy with sleep.

“How did you sleep?” you asked, tracing circles on his chest with your finger.

“Really well. Especially since I had such a beautiful woman next to me.”

A quick warmth spread across your cheeks as soon as the compliment left his lips. “Stop it,” you said, trying to hide your smile. 

Even after two years of dating, you’d still flush every time he showered you with compliments. Which happened a lot, since Ben loved complimenting you. He never held back when it came to expressing how much he loved you, and how beautiful and talented you were. Among many other things. You also knew he secretly enjoyed having that kind of effect on you. He found it amusing to see you flustered, which added an extra layer of charm to your relationship.

Ben leaned in for a soft kiss on your lips. “I mean it,” he said, looking into your eyes. “I love waking up next to you.”

“I love waking up next to you too,” you replied, nestling your head into the crook of his neck.

You both lay there for a few more minutes, basking in the warmth of each other's embrace. The morning light peeked through the curtains, painting the room with a soft golden hue. Everything was calm and peaceful until the sound of your phone's alarm blasted through the serene atmosphere.

“Ugh, already?” you grumbled, reaching over to grab your phone and turn off the alarm.

Ben chuckled. “Time waits for no one, my love.”

You snuggled deeper into his arms, but you knew that you couldn't stay in bed forever. You let out a groan of protest as you rolled out of bed, making your way to the bathroom. As you brushed your teeth and got ready for the day ahead, Ben sat on the bed, scrolling through his phone.

“So, what's on your agenda today?” he asked.

“Just work,” you replied with a sigh. “Same old, same old.”

He nodded in understanding. “Well, when you get back we can cook dinner together and binge-watch our favorite show? How does that sound?”

You smiled at him through the reflection in the mirror. “Perfect.”

As you exited the bathroom and began to get dressed, Ben wrapped his arms around you from behind, resting his chin on your shoulder.

“You know I love mornings like this,” he whispered softly in your ear, placing a loving kiss on your neck.

With contentment, you made your way to the kitchen to have breakfast before heading out to work.

You sat at the kitchen table, sipping your coffee while admiring the way the soft morning light danced gently across your boyfriend's face. The sweet aroma of pancakes filled the kitchen as Ben flipped them over in the skillet.

It was moments like these that made you realize that it was the simple things in life that brought the most happiness. All you needed was the warmth of the kitchen, the comforting aroma of breakfast, and the company of your loved one.

“Those pancakes smell amazing.”

Ben smiled as he lifted his gaze from the frying pan. “That’s because I’m making your favorite, blueberry pancakes.” He returned his gaze to the pan, watching the mixture bubble and sizzle. “Just a few more minutes until they're ready.”

“You truly are the sweetest,” you gushed as you took another sip of your coffee.

Ben set two plates of fluffy blueberry pancakes on the table and sat down across from you.

“You know I only cook, so I can see you smile,” he said with a grin.

You laughed, taking a bite of the fluffy pancakes. “Mmm, well, it's working,” you said with a contented sigh. “These pancakes are amazing.”

Ben chuckled. “What can I say? It's my secret recipe.”

You sat in silence for a brief moment, taking bites of your food while lost in thought. Your gaze lifted to meet his and spoke softly. “Do you remember when we first met?”

Your boyfriend looked up from his plate. “Of course I do. Why?”

You smiled, remembering the day you first crossed paths. “It seems like it was ages ago, doesn't it?”

Ben chuckled, “Yeah, it does. But I remember it like it was yesterday. You were wearing a white sundress and had your hair in a messy bun.”

You laughed in surprise, “I can't believe you remember what I was wearing!”

Ben shook his head, a gleam of amusement in his eyes. “I couldn't take my eyes off of you. I knew I had to come over and talk to you.”

You felt a rush of warmth spread through you as you recalled that moment. “Thank you for doing that,” you said, reaching across the table to take Ben's hand.

He smiled back, his fingers curling around yours. “I'm glad I did. It was the best decision I've ever made.”

For a few moments, the two of you sat in quiet contemplation, lost in your own memories of those early days together. You remembered the butterflies in your stomach, the nervousness that came with holding hands for the first time, the late-night conversations, and the laughter that filled your home. Even though time had passed, those memories remained crystal clear, reminding you of everything you had built together.

Maintaining and strengthening your relationship over the last two years has not always been easy. Many difficulties have arisen along the way, ranging from trust issues to long-distance problems and personal disagreements. Despite these difficulties, you never gave up on each other or your relationship. You continuously worked on establishing and rebuilding trust and resolving issues through open communication, understanding, and forgiveness. You learned to appreciate the importance of resilience and perseverance in any healthy relationship, and never took each other for granted.

You both understood that a relationship requires hard work, patience, and effort from both parties. You knew that love alone is not enough to sustain a relationship in the long term. It requires constant nurturing and attention, as well as a deep-rooted commitment to make it work.

Your love for each other has only grown stronger over time, and you have learned to cherish and appreciate each other more every day.

“I still can't believe how lucky I am,” Ben finally said quietly.

You looked over at him, feeling grateful for the love that radiated out of every word he spoke.

“I feel the same way,” you replied, your words overflowing with genuine affection. “I can't imagine my life without you.”

Ben stood up from his chair and walked over to your side of the table. “You’ll never have to,” he whispered, as he delicately cradled your face in his hands.

Your faces were mere inches apart, and without any hesitation, Ben leaned in and pressed his lips to yours. The gentle caress of his hands against your cheeks sent shivers down your spine.

When you pulled apart, the way Ben gazed at you stirred up a flurry of emotions within your chest. You could feel the words forming on his lips before he even uttered a word.

“I love you,” Ben declared, his voice unwavering. “Always.”

“And I love you,” you said, your eyes shining brightly.