#and then got a bit cocky about it which makes me melt a bit even more 💘

[rowanhoney]

so yes I do announce a new best friend every other week and I do crush hard on multiple people at once and then continue to crush again and again from the moment I first meet someone and I know people who are critical of these parts of me but I think it’s simply evidence of my capacity to love and it’s clear I’ve been blessed so there’s that

[imsilay]

“They said i couldn’t be a sniper.” he chuckled dryly. “Then i shot him in right between his eyebrows, to prove them wrong.” he looked into your eyes, so innocently, almost like waiting for you to praise him for his great victory. Which was a routine you two did everytime he came from deployment. “You’re naturally talented.” you murmured, trying to ignore the way his head buried further into your lap. Your thighs were numb, pressed together to not give him more access and he couldn’t care less. Dozens of bite marks adorned your supple thighs, hickeys from his nonstop tongue and lips, as if he was punishing you for not giving him what’s -in his mind- rightfully his. Yet you didn’t allow him further. As he was about to dig his teeth into your thigh again you grabbed his hair, “König, i think that’s enough.” trying to distance him from your lap, but it was a huge mistake for you to regret later. A growl rumbled from his chest and the cocky man who wanted you to praise him was left.

You should know better than taunting him when he’s already being “patient”. He bit down on your thigh, hard. Claiming what’s his and making you let go of his hair with a yelp. “Don’t even push me away again, ja?” his voice was just above a whisper, yet threatening enough. You could tell he was irritated but in a second he was already rubbing his stubble on your sensitive skin, his lips never leaving the contact even for a second like if he did his life would be over. “Open them.” he whispered, not sounding too calm like you thought but you did it to not make him more angry. His shirtless torso got between your legs, his huge form forcing you to open them further. And to your fortune he was too melted into your warmth and comfort, all that exhaustion from deployment finally hit him. Too tired to punish you, he decided it could wait until tomorrow morning. He buried his head into your pelvis, just right above where his original destination was. His huge arms wrapped around your form and embraced you tightly, not letting any room for you to get away. You shivered with the kiss he pressed on your skin, a promise and a advice for you to rest well, tomorrow he was going to make sure you won’t be able to walk.

you can tell i have a thing for imagining König biting and forcing me to let him do what he wants. who wouldn’t? look at him he’s a mountain of a man and all he wants is a sweet taste of you, maybe a little praise? big men also needs praises. all he did and would do was for you after all.

[stevebabey]

uhm shyly comes into your inbox to give a steve idea :’)

finding him so so so pretty in that stupid dark blue polo, not being able to really look at him properly. it’s tight against his chest and stomach which makes him look delicious, wanting to be devoured really. he’s simply so pretty. worst thing is: he fucking knows it. so he’s cocky about it and teasing, it’s never relenting. he loves it and honestly so do you.

(feel free to ignore!)

trying to get my steve groove back on!!! thank u for sending something nonnie!! a lil bit of shy!reader <3 just a blurb too

Steve doesn’t know it’s a favourite of yours.

One of his polos fits his chest pretty perfectly if anyone asks your opinion. It’s that nice navy colour that looks good against his tan skin, with a bold stripe of white through the middle. A little plain but classic.

It hugs his biceps snugly and stretches ever so slightly over his chest. At the right angle, you can see the definition of his pecs and it’s awfully good at reminding you of what they look like with no shirt on at all.

The thought makes you fluster a bit.

He’s got plenty of polos but this one— this is your favourite. And he’s wearing it tonight, on Valentine’s day, and now you’re not quite sure you’ve been as slick with your wandering eyes as you hoped.

Across the booth, Steve smiles at you, his lashes kissing in the corner. He reaches up to scratch at the back of his neck and your eyes zero in on the bulge of his bicep instantly.

Steve’s smiles melts into a grin, a tad wicked.

Yeah, okay, maybe he does know it’s your favourite.

You fluster again. Something nudges at your foot under the table, right as Steve says, “What?”

He’s teasing. He definitely knows what.

“Stop,” you murmur, on the side of embarrassed. “You know what.”

Steve smiles again and drops his arm, thankfully, only to fold them and lean forward on the table. It does wonders for his arms, especially in that shirt. Damn that shirt. Damn him. He’s evil.

“Do I know what?” He pretends to muse thoughtfully.

He tilts his pretty head to the side just an inch. His eyes stay locked on you, drinking up every second your flustered reaction. You’re beautiful, even more so when you get all embarrassed about liking him.

“Steve.”

“What?”

“I will not be responsible for any further inflation of your ego, thank you very much.” You mumble it as you take a sip of your soda, eyes on the table. Why is it so terrible to have him know you were leering at him?

Steve laughs loudly. He finally slides his arms back and off the table, giving you a temporary relief.

“You’re the only one who can inflate my ego, actually.” Steve counters, his brows raising. He steals a fry off your plate and chews it slowly.

You eye him over your cup, skeptical.

“What do you mean?”

“Well,” He shrugs, swallowing his food. He takes a sip of his own milkshake, oh-so casual when he says, “Your opinion is the only one that really matters to me anyways.”

He grins across the table at you, a more mischievous shine in his eyes.

“Why do you think I picked this shirt?”

You’re equal parts mortified and enthralled at what he’s said. In your surprise, you accidentally inhale a bit of your soda and it burns as it goes down the wrong way— you cough awkwardly to clear it. Okay, less equal, more mortified now.

It’s your turn to ask. “What?”

Steve nudges your foot under the table again, teasing and flirting all in one. His pink lips curve into that grin that makes your heart flip flop— and there’s even a slight pink tinge to his cheeks. As though he’s also endeared but embarrassed by your attention.

“It’s your favourite.”

“It’s—” You splutter and for some reason, decide to lie. “No, it’s not!”

“Yes, it is!”

“No, it’s—” You pivot mid-sentence. “Who told you?”

Steve laughs again, that big loud belly-laugh where his cheeks get all chipmunk-y cos he’s grinning so hard. When he stops laughing enough to talk, he’s reaching across the table. You’re not quick enough to pretend to avoid his hand as he snags it with his own.

“Baby,” he says. “Nobody had to tell me. I could just tell.”

Somehow when he says it like that, when he calls you baby in a voice all sticky with fondness, it doesn’t seem like such a bad thing at all.

You nudge him back under the table and sip your sofa again to try think of something to say. He knows what you look like when you love something. How terrifying. How intimate.

Another sip of soda. Steve rubs his thumb over the back of your hand, content to gaze you. His view is sweet enough he must have cartoon hearts circling above his head.

You can’t think of anything to say in the end, so you just squeeze his hand and nudge his foot again — and trust that he’ll just be able to tell what you mean.

[bluerthanvelvet444]

°✵.｡.✰ 𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕙𝕒𝕦𝕟𝕥 𝕞𝕖, 𝕀 𝕜𝕟𝕠𝕨 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕥 𝕞𝕖 ✰.｡.✵°

Tate Langdon x fem!reader

tags: fluff! super fluff!

warnings: none. no use of y/n.

summary: reader has trouble sleeping due to the hot temperature.

character count: 5k.

full fic under the cut ↓

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She glanced at the old-fashioned clock that sat on her nightstand.

2.25 AM.

Damn it. She snorted and turned in her bed multiple times, rolling on her side to try desperately to get some relief and possibly some sleep too. It was a hot summer night, mid-July. Typical you'd say, but the warmth of that specific night was unbearable. Beads of sweat danced on her skin and fell down into the mattress. She huffed, fed up. She felt trapped in that heated room, her skin fusing with the thin sheets underneath her. She so desperately needed something, but what?

She abruptly got up-which caused her to feel slightly dizzy- and opened her door and window, in hope to get even the slightest chilly and fresh breeze of the night. "Useless" she thought. She walked towards the bed again and plopped onto it. She was now laying in a star position on the bed. Open arms, open legs, and most importantly- open wide eyes, staring at the ceiling waiting for the shadows to clear so that she could get up and live another day. Nothing. The darkness stayed dark. Not a single movement was captured by her eyes. Not a single sound heard. The room was completely silent, the only noise a bit more distinguishable was her breathing. The steady rhythm that caused her chest to rise up and down.

Up and down.

Up and down.

Up and dow-

“You should take a shower. You're all sweaty.”

That unmistakable voice rang through her ears. Tate. Tate Langdon. One of the many ghosts that haunted that hellhole of a house. He was the most annoying one. She could almost hear the shit-eating smirk, that he always had on his stupid face, just by the way he spoke. She hated it. She sighed and plopped on her elbows.

“You should knock on the door before entering. It's common sense, and you might find an unpleasant scene.”

“You left the door open. Anyone could've seen your 'unpleasant scene.' So what's the matter? Can't sleep?”

She rolled her eyes at the rhetorical question he asked. She despised it. That tone in his voice, like he always found everything a stupid thing to joke and be cocky about.

“It's too hot in here. My skin's melting.”

He grinned in his usual teasing way. He was wearing his striped sweater, the sight of it only was making her sweat.

“Sounds fun. Do you need help?” He asked, with that same monotone voice.

“Help with what? Melting?”

“Sleeping.”

Oh. He wanted to help. He wanted to help? Was he stupid or what? Well, yes, anything impossible could be possible in the Murder House, but it's not like he could magically change the temperature and make it all better. Couldn't he?

“And how exactly would you do that?”

She saw the tiniest grin form on his mouth. He gave her a slight chuckle and crawled on the-what used to be his-bed.

“C'mere.”

Pardon? Come where? Did he want her to sit on his lap or something? Uhhhh weird. Super weird. She was confused, sure, but what else could she do? Stick her head in the refrigerator and hope none of the trapped souls would take advantage of her? No, thanks. She rolled her eyes and scooted slightly closer to him.

“So? What's the plan?”

He chuckled.

God, that stupid laugh.

He reached out with his hand to touch her, but before he could do that, she raised her brow and scooted away.

“What the hell are you trying to do?”

“It's gonna make it better...do you trust me?”

“No.”

“That's the only choice you have.”

“...Fine.”

She scooted back to her previous spot next to him and, with a hesitant and unsure expression on her face, she watched his hand come closer and eventually rest on her shoulder.

Cold.

His hand was cold.

Of course it was. He was dead, after all. Why hadn't she thought about this earlier?

She sighed and unconsciously leaned into his touch, closing her eyes at the feeling of relief she was so badly seeking and finally found. He smiled and motioned for her to come closer. She nodded and crawled a bit closer so that she was sitting between his legs and her back was pressed up against his cold chest. His arms wrapped gently around her waist, his cold hand grazing slightly her exposed tummy.

“Better?”

“So much better.”

She sighed contentedly. Finally.

That chilly feeling was something she could've gotten addicted to. This is why a more lucid version of her would've slapped her as soon as she said the following words.

“Thank you.”

She mumbled, drunk off the cold feeling. Even though she couldn't see it, Tate's lips curled in a small smile, and with a deep, caring voice he spoke.

“Anything for you.”

She was obviously sleepy, and her mind had clearly drifted off to better places, so she probably never acknowledged the words that came out of his mouth. Or maybe she did, but she was too stubborn to admit that his stupid smile, his icky laugh, his mocking tone, were starting to grow on her, and she could've possibly gotten used to falling asleep to them. After all, she hated it…how hard loving him was. Tate Langdon, the sweetest ghost in the house, once the mysterious and cocky facade he put on was scraped away.

The last thing she heard was a smacking lips sound due to his frozen lips pressing gently over her forehead. Or maybe she also heard a faint “I love you”. Who knows?

Anything in the Murder House is possible.

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Autor's note: aaaahhhhhh this is the first fic I've ever writtennnnn!!! this took me sooo long. I'm really getting into writing so if you have any ideas or prompts about what I should write next, feel free to suggest! hope you like it, i put my whole self in this (especially with the grammar!!)💙💙

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[selfishdoll]

❛favorite groupie...❜ ━━ ft. vamp! sukuna

SUMMARY ೀ ׅ ۫ . ㅇ

the last thing you wanted to do was go to a vampire bar just because your best friend’s favorite fanged band was playing. but you did.. and met a certain pink haired drummer whose way too cocky for his own good. luckily, you just love matching energy.

CONTENT WARNING ೀ ׅ ۫ . ㅇ

vampires so mentions of blood, bloodsucking, period blood, etc. | self-indulgent asf (reader wears glasses) | semi-public sex | sukuna is a drummer & vampire | ooc sukuna | mean dom! sukuna | praise & degradation | use of the word “groupie” to mock at first but later used as a term of endearment(?) | “pet names” (pretty, doll, minx, sweetheart, etc) | strangers to lovers(? there may be a part two to this) | rough sex | manhandling | throat fucking | sukuna comes on reader’s glasses | pussy drunk sukuna & cock drunk reader | tipsy sex (buzzed really) | sukuna & reader match energy fr. try to see who folds first | denied orgasms | spanking | fingering | etc. if i forgot something tell me please.

NOTE ೀ ׅ ۫ . ㅇ

this story is heavily inspired by the old show “true blood” that i am currently obsessed with. that’s where i get the idea of a vampire bar & the term “fang-banger.” you will see several vamp fics because they’re literally my favorite supernatural creature. also, sukuna is gonna be ooc cause i’m sensitive & can’t make characters too mean 😞. also this got longer then i wanted it to so it’s like 5k+ words. as always please excuse any typos & grammar mistakes.

Arabian Night burned upon the decorated holder rested on your vanity, the subtle notes of hyacinth and carnation tainting the atmosphere— warming the area around you. Your dark eyes were glued to the mirror, staring back at yourself delicately gliding the tube of mascara along your lashes, careful to assure no product got into your eye.

“I can’t believe you’re really making me go to a vampire bar.” The words left your glossed and lined lips in a hiss, eyes rolling the moment you heard your friend attempt to defend herself on facetime. To be frank you didn’t hate vampires. There weren’t many differences between them and humans. They were both beings that simply fed on other things to survive.

A hamburger to a human was no different then blood to a vampire.

But, you still did your best to avoid them. Which was easy since they were limited on when they come out and most establishments didn’t allow them in. Your friend knew this, knew your justifiable fear of being some vampire’s next meal— yet urged and lowkey manipulated you to going to a vampire bar.

“They’re only here for a week! We’re the first place they’re touring— we have to go!”

Through many days of urging, guilt trips, and puppy eyes you caved; declaring it would be cool to see a vampire’s world or even interact with them. You were still scared but the fear was sure to melt, right?

You rose from the plush pink chair, stepping back into the view of the full body mirror pressed against your wall. Placing your glasses back on, you looked over your form, searching for any imperfections. The outfit was simple; a red cropped edhardy jacket, your lacey white bra poking out from underneath. You wore dark blue jeans with a red belt, white thong straps resting high on your hips. You pursed your lips a bit, gliding your fingers through the honey brown lace you wore, watching the curls bounce perfectly. With another glance over and a push of your glasses you were satisfied, sliding your sock covered feet into some white sneakers— grabbing your other necessary belongings shortly after.

You exited your home locking up behind yourself and heading towards your car. You would have driven with your friend but there was a chance she would end up under the arm of some hot vampire.

“Fang-banger..” Was the simple word that escaped your glossed lips, grinning just a tad as you turned the engine over. She would be pissed to hear you call her that.

After about fifty minutes of driving you arrived to the bar, the entrance surrounded by people. You bit the inside of your cheek, feeling the anxiety rose. Sure humans were welcome and you’ve heard relatively good things about this particular establishment.. but there were still vampires.

A being that could end you in a single bite.

The thought alone caused you to shiver, shutting your car off and squeezing the steering wheel. You gave yourself a few moments before pulling your hands away, releasing a deep breath and opening your car door. Exiting it, you closed and locked the vehicle; turning in time to see a bubbly woman rushing towards you.

You instinctively opened your arms, eyes rolling as she practically tossed herself into them. You grumbled as kisses were pressed to your cheek, your best friend thanking you over and over again for coming.

“Yeah, yeah— whatever.” You mused, ignoring her hands groping your ass. Your hands lowered to her shoulders, pushing back a bit. “The band is gonna start soon, right? Come on.”

“Oh, right!” She grinned, pulling away whilst locking her hand around your wrist. You were then tugged towards the bar entrance, your free hand gripping your sleeve nervously. Your eyes peered up at the woman beside the door, her red colored lips pulling into a tiny grin at the sight of you and your friend.

A very toothy grin.

“IDs?” She questioned in a velvety tone, eyes focused on you for a split moment— as if sensing your nervousness. You breathed, reaching into the handbag you carried and grabbing your wallet. There you grabbed your identification, passing it to her while your friend did the same.

The woman glanced over the cards for a moment before nodding, passing them back to you two. “You’re all set, have fun girls.” She winked, stepping to the side to let you both inside.

Your friend giggled excitedly as you entered the bar, your eyes dancing around the area. It was a normal bar really; regular tables, a medium sized stage, and a dance floor. People of many different ethnicities — and species — danced and conversed, enjoying drinks and each other. Seeing a vampire feeding in real life was completely abnormal to the point you couldn’t look away.

“Don’t stare so much, it’s rude.” Your best friend whispered, stealing your attention from the scene. You went to apologize, her only smiling and shaking her head. “Here, let’s get some drinks.” She led you over to the bar, the two of you sitting down as she gained the bartender’s attention. She ordered two simple shots, the man nodding and getting right to them.

“I just.. never expected something like this.” You murmured, eyes dancing about. You did your best on not focusing too hard on a vampire sinking their teeth into someone’s neck or a couple basically humping on the dance floor; instead finding interest in the gothic decor and paintings that depicted the bloodsuckers. You turned back to your friend after the once over, giving a nervous smile. “I expected something bad, I guess.”

Your friend shrugged, flashing a gentle smile— thanking the bartender once your drinks were placed down. “A lot of people do. They hear vamp bar and think the worst.” She spoke softly, grasping her shot glass, watching you grab your own. “Even though I forced you.. I’m really happy you came.”

You rolled your eyes playfully, clinking your glass against hers. “Whatever slut.” You downed your drink, listening to the small snort that escaped your friend before she downed her own.

During this the lights on the stage flicked on, members of the bar shouting in excitement. Your friend did the same, turning in her seat at the bar with the widest grin. “They’re here!”

You could only smile at her excitement for her favorite vampire band known as Malevolence. You forced yourself to listen to their most recent music to appease your friend and while you didn’t hate the songs, it just wasn’t something you could get into.

Sigh.. the things you did for friendship.

You rested against your palm, watching as four individuals trudging on stage. Your eyes traced their forms, not overly impressed until you moved onto the last member. The drummer. He was.. better looking then the other three. Tall with pink hair and a black undercut. He wasn’t slim but wasn’t large either, right in the middle. Along with his physique were tattoos along his arms, the rest of his body covered in a black muscle shirt, baggy pants for bottoms.

“Who’s the drummer?” You questioned, eyes glancing at the bartender and requesting another shot. Your friend blinked as she turned, flashing a smile.

“His name’s Sukuna!” Her smile morphed a bit, a little coy now. “He’s not well liked by the media. He’s a little mean.”

You believed her, given how he scowled at a few fans that shouted his name. Even snapping at his bandmates for something briefly. Any interest you had melted away in that instant.

You straightened as they finished setting up the stage, the guitarist stringing his instrument a few times. You smiled at the bartender as he passed your shot, thanking him and taking a swig.

Soon enough, Malevolence started its first song of the night— the bar singing along to the rough voice of the band. You had to admit, it was nice to hear live and see humans bond over their shared love for the music.

You didn’t totally regret coming here.

The band played for about an hour and a half, fans close to the stage attempting to touch and or be touched by the fanged members. It was all entertaining to see, you and your friend taking several videos for your social media.

They closed out their show around ten o’clock, thanking the audience. You cheered along with the others, grinning and turning to your friend. “That was a lot of fun. They sound so good.”

“I know right!” She giggled, completely geeking out about the band. You listened to her ramble intently, the buzz of the alcohol lighting your senses. During her words, however, she suddenly placed a hand onto her stomach. “I’m sorry, I’ll be right back!”

“Take your time.” You waved the girl off as she rushed over to the bathroom, body turning to face the bar. You unlocked your phone, scrolling through your social media for a moment, simply waiting.

That was until you heard the chair two seats down be moved, followed by an annoyed voice.

“Piss off already. I’m not interested.”

It was no surprise your nosy self turned to spot the one and only Sukuna sitting at the bar, waving off a few girls that surrounded and attempted to touch him. The dejected expressions that clung to their featured nearly saddened you, if amusement didn’t interrupt the emotion.

You took a long stare at the man, watching as he instructed the bartender to pour him a glass of some liquid in a tall dark bottle; not even thanking him once he was served. You hadn’t realized your eyes were still on him until the man turned in his chair, facing you.

“You need something? I already said I’m not interested.”

You blinked a bit, snapping out of your trance whilst placing your arm against the bar. You sucked your teeth, turning. “Do I look like a fang banger to you?” You questioned, tone a little rude. From the corner of your eye you spotted the man taking a sip from the glass, tongue gliding across his bottom lip.

“No.” Sukuna started softly, fingers tapping against the short glass. “More like some needy groupie.” His tone was mocking, watching in amusement as you turned to face him with a subtle snarl.

It took a moment for you to reply, raising your shot glass and downing the rest of the alcohol. The burning sensation covered your body, melting your usual filter away. “Even if I was a groupie, I would try to fuck the singer— even the guitarist.” You murmured, knowing his inhuman ears would pick up each word. “Not some vamp that beats on the drums.”

His eyebrows rose, releasing a breathy chuckle as he took another gulp from his glass. You watched carefully, breathing the moment you noticed the hint of red staining his fangs. How his tongue glided to collect the residue, clearly enjoying the liquid you now realized was blood. Sukuna’s eyes landed on you once again, the glass clinking against the bar the moment he placed it down.

“You got a lot of mouth.. defending yourself pretty hard too.”

“And you’re implying?”

Sukuna gave a crooked grin, tapping the counter to which the bartender stepped over to fill his glass back up. “You’re just trynna convince yourself you don’t want me. Scared of being a fang banger?” The vampire’s tone was mocking again, enjoying the way you glared and snarled.

“Please.” You hissed softly, shifting in your seat, ignoring the warmth flooding through your body. “Ain’t shit to be scared of. Vampires are no different from a human man.”

To your surprise the man began to laugh, hunched over the bar with his forehead nearly pressing against the brown wood. You felt your cheeks flush with warmth the moment eyes turned to your spot at the bar, sinking into yourself.

“Sweetheart—“ He begun, laughter ceasing into nothing more than a snort. “I assure you I’m different than any other human man that you’ve been with.”

“Why, because you’re cold with no beating heart?”

“No, cause I’ll fuck the attitude out of you permanently.” Sukuna responded far too quickly, watching you gape like a fish for a moment, finally deciding to keep your mouth shut and turning to face the bar. He smirked at this, leaning on his elbow and tilting his head. “Cat got your tongue?”

You closed your eyes, breathing softly. You weren’t a fang-banger, you tried to convince yourself; attempting to ignore how much you were closing your legs together— avoiding his eyes that just highlighted he knew what you were abstaining from.

But as a moment of silence passed you felt that restraint dwindle. Whether the alcohol, Sukuna, or just you being fucking reckless— any logical part of your brain was rendered useless.

So, while pushing your glasses up you turned to face his awaiting gaze. “Prove it.” You dared softly, tilting your head at him.

Sukuna’s mouth quirked, tongue running along his bottom lip as he turned to the bartender. “Put it on my tab. Hers too.” He spoke, rising from his barstool. His hands found his pockets, motioning for you to follow with a tilt of his head. Rather quickly — embarrassingly so — you grabbed your things, following close behind him.

“My name is (Y/N), not her.”

“Think I like sweetheart better.” Sukuna spoke, leading you towards a door stationed beside the stage. You shouldered your bag as the two of you entered backstage, coming to a hallway. Three doors rested on the walls, you following the vampire who lead you to the one at the end of the hall.

He turned the knob, pushing open the door to reveal a simple room. A black vanity, a red sofa, with a black coffee table in the middle. Sukuna closed the door behind you, watching you for a moment as you bent to place your phone and purse down.

You turned, breathing softly the moment he stepped close to you. Your eyes traveled from his chest up to his face, licking your lips nervously. The man tilted his head with a little smirk.

“You were so damn cocky at the bar.. thinking of backing out?”

The nerves seemed to melt in that moment, stepping a bit closer, rising up to allow your lips to brush. “Sukuna.. are you gonna fuck the attitude out of me, or are you gonna keep talking?” Your eyes flicked between his lips and his dark eyes, gasping the moment you felt a cool hand rising to the back of your neck.

Wordlessly he leaned down, planting his lips against your own. His kiss was rough, stealing your breath away all while his tongue bullied it’s way past your pretty glossed lips. The wet, long muscle curled and slid against your own, licking into your mouth and claiming it as his own. The messy sounds of your lips surrounded the room, your soft moans following.

Sukuna’s hand moved to rest on your throat, thumb pressing against it just to feel you gulp. You pulled away for air, hissing the moment his fangs dragged across your bottom lip, nicking the sensitive skin. He chased your lips for another kiss, licking away the little droplet of blood whilst moving you backwards.

Your hands rose to grip his body, feeling your back press against a wall. You gasped in his mouth as you felt his hand slide down your body, catching the zipper of your cropped jacket and pulling it down your body. The cool air brushed your cleavage, moaning softly the moment his fingers found your hardened nipple under the thin fabric of your bra.

You pulled back, head resting against the wall; whining the moment he pinched your covered bud. “Sukuna, quit fucking teasing.” You hissed, chest rising into his hand for more. The vampire grinned down at you, removing his hand from your breast to instead trail down your body, flicking the belt you wore; buttons of your jeans following.

Now with enough space his hand was entering your pants, two fingers pressing against your wet, covered slit. “Already a fucking mess and I barely touched you.” The drummer commented, face pressing against your collarbone, dragging his fangs across your warm skin. You whined as his fingers found your clit through the fabric of your panties, legs widening and hips rising for more friction. Sukuna chuckled at this, fingertips pressing against the swollen bud, rubbing harsh circles upon it. “Opening your legs for a vampire like this— oh, what a minx you are.”

“Piss off.” You mustered, attempting to keep your resolve in tact. You cried out however, the moment he pinched your clit, the light pleasure and pain melding together.

“Still mouthing off huh?” Sukuna spoke, pulling away from your neck, hand rising to grab your cheeks. His thumb pressed against your lips for a moment before pushing into your mouth, pressing against your tongue all while his fingers entered your panties. The man didn’t tease this time, covering the digits in your slick before sliding them into your damp entrance. He wasted no time in curling the digits inside you, pressing against your gummy walls and growing closer to allow his palm to grind against your clit. A toothy grin was sent your way the moment he felt and heard your muffled moans, fingers scissoring inside your messy pussy, the wet squelches entering the room.

The muffled gasp of his name escaped you the moment he added a third finger, thrusting the digits quickly; stirring you up inside. Your hand fell to his wrist, pretty acrylics digging into his limb, clawing up tattooed skin. Your legs shook as the moments of pleasure continued, eyes pinched close as you felt your orgasm approaching.

Your toes curled, stomach tightening as you grew closer and closer; pussy spasming around his fingers so intensely, he actually added effort to his thrusts.

“Su—sukuna, fuck—!” You whined against his thumb, drool trickling down the corner of your mouth, gagging the moment he pushed the digit farther into your throat. You were so close, squeezing him so harshly that it hurt.

And yet, you weren’t pushed over the edge. Because just when you felt like you would break, the man stopped; withdrawing his fingers before you could even think of finishing yourself off.

Your eyes flew open, glaring at the shit-eating grin plastered across his face. The moment he pulled his thumb from your mouth you were hissing;

“What’s your problem? I was so cl—“

“Did you think you could mouth off like that and I’d would reward you with an orgasm?” Sukuna questioned, head tilted, eyes sweeping your form. The man’s hand rose, fingers pressing into your cheeks and pushing; watching your messy lips pucker. “Fucking needy, looking at you whining just for my fingers.” Sukuna released your cheeks to instead grasp your waist, moving you over to sit on the couch.

The moment your ass met the cushion you felt the heat rise around you, watching in excitement at his hands tugging on the waistband of his pants. Thumbs hooking on the elastic, the vampire pushed them down, black boxers following. His dick escaped the confinements easily, resting tall and thick, beads of precum resting deliciously on the tip.

You bit your lip a little, breathing the moment you felt his strong hand grab the back of your head. “Gonna use that pretty mouth of yours for something useful, yeah?” Sukuna grinned, watching how easily your lips parted, tongue sticking out. His other hand grabbed his shaft, inching closer just to side his tip across your wet tongue. The moment you tried to wrap your lips around his dick, he was pulling you back by the hair— ignoring the whine that you released.

“Impatient brat.” He murmured, instructing you to lay your tongue out. You obeyed, groaning the moment he tapped his dick against the muscle, shallowing fucking your open mouth with just the tip. After a few moments of the teasing, Sukuna was flicking his hips forward; enjoying the way tears sprung to your eyes, hands rising to press against his hips. With no care for your well-being, the vampire began to thrust in your wet cavern, your soft hair spilling through the gaps of his fingers as he gripped it.

Your tongue dragged across his shaft with each thrust into your mouth, eyes closed as you breathed heavily through your nose. The sound of your saliva, gagging, and wet thrusts carried in the room; your hand falling between your legs to rub your clit, moaning around his cock. Your jaw began to ache from the relentless thrusts, the combined mess surely tainting the bottom half of your face— concerns that you could care less about.

Sukuna watched you carefully, gripping your hair, enjoying the way your cheeks would puff with each thrust. The moment he noticed your hand however, he was shoving his cock deeper, leaning to snatch your wrist. You went to whine, the noise coming out as nothing more then a wet, jumbled mess. He grinned above you, continuing to fuck your throat; “Gonna cry about it? Go ahead.” Sukuna snickered, gritting his teeth the moment he felt his orgasm getting close.

His head tilted back, breathing as pink strands rested against his forehead. Sukuna’s hips never stopped, heavy balls slapping against your chin as his grip on your hair began to ache. “Fuck.. such a good fucking groupie, letting me use your mouth like this.” Sukuna teased, feeling the vibration of your moans around his length. He looked back down, pacing increasing, strings of groans and swears escaping him.

The vampire pumped inside your wet mouth a few more times before he was pulling out, making a mess on your face. His come covered your lips, cheeks, and glasses; you quickly sucking up air greedily, tongue gliding across your lips to lick away his mess.

You breathed as his hand found your chin, raising your face to get a good look at you. Sukuna was truly satisfied with his work, grinning down at you. His thumb wiped some of the milky liquid left on your cheek, moving over to your mouth and watching you lick and suck his digit clean. “Mm.. that’s a good girl.” He praised, withdrawing his thumb and pulling your glasses off shortly after.

His hand slid to your throat the moment he pressed your lips together, rising you up a bit while you held onto his wrist. Sukuna’s tongue invaded your mouth once again, making it an even bigger mess. Soon he pulled away, staring down at you.

“Haven’t even fucked you yet and that attitude is no where to be seen. Maybe I shouldn’t..“ Sukuna was pulling away before you could even respond, reaching as if going to pull his pants up. “— looks like I already proved myself, right?” You quickly shook your head, reaching over to grab his wrists. The vampire laughed at this, coming closer to trap your form between him and the couch. “C’mon use your words, sweetheart. What exactly do you want?”

You bit the inside of your cheek, staring into his eyes. You were sure if you didn’t say anything in the next few seconds he would turn and exit the room, leaving you high and dry. You swallowed your pride, rising up higher to rest your hands onto his chest. “You. I need you so bad, Sukuna— please.” You gasped out, crumpling his shirt into your hands.

Sukuna listened to your pleas greedily, a permanent grin painted across his face. Just when you thought it didn’t work he was grabbing your shoulder, turning and pushing you to lay across the couch. Your heart beat fast against your chest, feeling the cushion dip as kneeled behind you. In one swift motion he was pulling your jeans and panties all the way down, revealing yourself to him.

The moment you tried to close your legs, his palm slammed against your ass; causing a cry to escape you, pressing your face into the cushion. “Don’t even try that. Wanted this so bad, you better fucking take it.” Sukuna hissed, grasping his length as he lined up with your fluttering entrance, carefully pushing in.

The stretch teetered between pleasurable and painful, rising onto your hands and gripping the cushions underneath you as you could do nothing but whine, body shaking. Sukuna sneered at your withering form, gripping your hips tightly. “‘M not even all the way in and you’re already losing yourself..” With a final thrust he was all the way in, resting deep inside your messy pussy, stretching you so pretty. You cried out the moment his fingers gripped your hair, pulling you into a deep arch whilst hovering over body, lips brushing your ear.

“Still think I ain’t no different then a human man?”

“Fu..fuck you.” You whimpered out, breathing heavily the moment he adjusted his hips.

Sukuna snickered softly, “You already are, princess.” With the continued grip on your hair he was pulling his hips back until only the tip was inside, slamming back in. The movement caused your body to lurch forward, gasping out and greedily sucking the air back up. You opened your mouth to speak, shutting up the moment another thrust racked through your body.

And another.. and another.. and another—

His pace was relenting from the start, fucking you so harshly your body bumped against the arm rest of the couch; nails digging into the cushions as shameless moans escaped you. Each time you attempted to pull away, to run— he was grabbing you back, slapping your thighs, ass, anything he could reach. All while speaking to you in that mocking tone, ridiculing you.

“Had so much to say yet you’re running..”

You opened your mouth to defend yourself, the thought melting away as his thrusts ruined you. His cock dragged against your walls, fucking each and every thought out of your mind; replacing them with him. Your eyes were pinched close, drawls of his name and moans escaping your swollen lips. “Su—sukuna, fuck..!” You cried out, feeling yourself get close.

Sukuna’s hands kept a tight grip on your hips, bottom lip caught between his sharp fangs the moment you began to fuck back against him. Your ass shook with each bounce, the man zoned in on the erotic display. Fuck, you felt so good, way too good. The man sucked his teeth, hand falling to your ass cheek and slapping one, thrusting harder than before. “Greedy fucking pussy, clenching me so damn tight..” He dragged, a groan rumbling in his chest.

Tears sprung to your eyes, head going slack as a loud cry escaped you, creaming all over his length. The mess trickled down to his balls and the couch, soaking the cushion. Your tired body went slack against the furniture, feeling his thrusts slow, but never stop. A sudden tight grip on your hair had your reeling, whining as he pulled you back.

“I’m not fucking done with you.”

The vampire wasted no time and flipping you onto your back, pulling you down by your thighs and pushing them up to sink deeper inside you. Your hands clung to his wrists, crying out at the slight burn the stretch left you. You were given no time to think, the man resuming his fearsome thrusts at a completely different angle, ramming agonist a spot inside you that caused you to completely lose your mind.

Your hands went slack, lips agape as babbles and moans escaped your raw throat. Your eyes were meeting the back of your skull, makeup a mess with wet dark streaks running down your chubby brown cheeks. Sukuna enjoyed the sight completely, eyes flicking between your face and the way his cock slid inside your pretty pussy, the white foamy mess coating his length.

He leaned over your body, legs now held up by his shoulders as he continued to fuck you. “What a mess you are.” The man hissed, hand reaching to grab your chin. “Can’t even think straight can you? I’m fucking you too dumb huh?” He mocked, your sweet moans music to his ears.

Your hands rose to his back, gripping his shirt for leverage as you came again, painting his lower body with your mess. Sukuna laughed softly at this, still fucking you despite just orgasming. “Claimed you weren’t a fang-banger yet here you are, coming all over my dick. Such a liar, (Y/N).”

Your whines didn’t go unnoticed, the man’s hand falling to your waist and lifting you up a bit, drilling into you. His cock pushed against your cervix, the pain melting with each thrust inside. You barely even registered his fangs pressing against your skin until they entered your collarbone, a strangled whine escaped you.

The man sucked the crimson droplets that released from the wound, blunt fingernails digging into your skin; Sukuna slowly getting drunk off your taste. When he had his fill he was pulling away, licking up the residue and sealing the wound. His other hand grabbed the back of your neck, lifting your head from the couch to lock lips; the metallic taste of your blood causing you to groan— all while continuing to jackhammer into you.

The vampire was right, he was fucking the attitude out of you. You so pliable, gripping onto him as if he was a lifeline and you were in the open sea. Your legs were trembling, pussy clenching and clenching, as he swallowed the sweetest moans with his lips tainted with your blood. A fucking mess you were.

His mess, obviously.

A different type of clench entered your stomach, one that caused your eyes to fly open. You pulled back from the kiss to cry out, gripping him tightly. “Wa—wait, Sukuna— hah…— please slow down!” You somehow managed out, hazy eyes staring up at the clear distaste resting on his features.

He didn’t listen, slamming into you roughly, swatting the hand away that went to press against his hips. Sukuna tutted at the whine that escaped you, drilling you deeper and deeper into the furniture. “Make another mess, ruin this fucking couch.” He hissed, feeling his own end growing close.

You tried to hold it back, back arching from the cushions as black filled streaks continued to glide down your cheeks. Soon enough you could no longer contain yourself, the band snapping inside you as you screeched in pleasure; drenching the cushions underneath you, making a complete mess of the both of you.

Sukuna grinned at this, far too caught up in his own pleasure to release a snarky comment. Instead his face fell to your neck, thrusts becoming uncoordinated before he shoved himself deep, flooding you with his come.

The sound of your pants entered the space, your hands continuing to hold onto Sukuna. Your head fell back against the couch, eyes pinched closed and focused on regaining your breath.

Moments passed before the vampire rose, pulling his hips back, shushing the sensitive whine that escaped you. Once no longer inside, Sukuna’s hands dragged down to spread you more, watching pearly white beads trickle from your opening and down to your taint. The man smirked just a tad, eyes carrying back to your tired face.

“Looks like you’re a fang-banger now.” Sukuna spoke, watching you attempt at a frustrated face which melted away the moment his thumb slid across your slit.

“Fuck, Sukuna.. I’m too sensitive right now.” You whimpered, shying away from his touch. You gasped as he gripped your thighs however, dragging you farther down the couch.

Sukuna leaned over your body, resting on a forearm placed above your head. “You have seven minutes sweetheart.”

You rose an eyebrow at his words, adjusting yourself, “For what?”

The vampire grinned, curling a piece of hair around his finger. “If you thought I was gonna stop there, I fucked you far too dumb. I’m getting rid of that attitude permanently, remember?”

Your eyes widened, excitement and fear bubbling inside you. The man leaned down, stealing your lips in a deep kiss.

You were thankful you thought to send a text message to your best friend to leave when she wanted, given you didn’t leave the room until the bar closed.

reblogs & comments are appreciated <3

[sethsclearwater]

Hi could you write something for poly!paulxreaderxjared where they make a bet that Paul wouldn’t be able to make out with reader without touching her because he always is touching her and him being as cocky as he is accepts, he thought it would be easy until Jared got competitive so to make Paul cave in, he decides to stand behind reader and touch her, love on her body and everything, r isn’t cheating because her hands are still behind her back just like Paul’s and it was never stated that Jared couldn’t participate

PLEASE💀💀

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"you're in denial with how fucking handsy you are with her you know that?" jared laughed as he took a sip of the iced tea you insisted he try, "there's no way you're accomplishing that one," he added with another loud laugh as paul rolled his eyes, not even remotely believing jared was right.

shortly after jared had caught paul between your legs in the living room in a rather intense makeout session on the couch, he had playfully bet him that he couldn't kiss you without touching you and paul, being the overly competitive person he was, immediately insisted jared was wrong. so here you found yourself, sitting on the couch between the two of them as they bickered about who was right.

"princess get up for me, would you? wanna prove a point," paul asked, standing up and taking your hands so he could help you up. you complied, though you rolled your eyes as you did so which elicited a laugh from jared.

"you better keep those hands to yourself lahote," jared laughed, leaning back into the couch as he took another sip of his iced tea, looking absolutely enthralled that this was actually happening.

paul rolled his eyes, lacing his fingers together behind him as you did the same, smiling as you suddenly felt a bit more entertained by the concept of making out with paul without him groping the hell out of every curve on your body.

"c'mere," paul murmured, stepping so you two were chest to chest, leaning down to connect his lips with yours for a gentle kiss. you were quick to melt against him, though both of you kept your hands behind your backs so paul could prove jared wrong.

paul was gently biting at your lip, eliciting soft whimpers and whines from you as you pressed yourself further against him, desperate for any kind of friction from him.

fortunately for you, jared got a bright idea and got up to stand behind you, effectively sandwiching you between him and paul, "so pretty aren't you?" jared murmured, sliding his hands up your sides, the sensation eliciting a loud whine from your touch deprived body.

paul couldn't have been more irritated about that, immediately sliding his tongue into your mouth so collide with yours, effectively shutting you up as jared slid his hands up your chest to palm at your breasts, peppering your neck and collarbone with soft kisses that had you whining against paul's lips.

"what the fuck?" paul asked after he'd decided he'd had enough of jared's antics, pulling his lips from yours to glare at jared who just let out a breathy laugh as he rolled your nipples between his fingers, making you suddenly grateful you'd decided not to wear a bra under your t-shirt.

"never said i couldn't touch her," jared mused as you leaned back against him, eyes fluttering closed as you dropped your head back and let out a loud moan as he continued pleasuring you.

"oh fuck that-" paul started, sliding his hands over your hips so he could lift you up and toss you over his shoulder, snapping you out of your trance as you let out a loud squeal.

"paul lahote!" you yelled, laughing as he ran you into your shared bedroom, jared following not far behind as he laughed, more than happy to know he was right.

[aethelwyneleigh27]

Ellie Williams with a short plus size fem s/o

+ other dating hcs, can or can't be related to being plus size (up to you)

+ Loser!Ellie makes an appearance if you squint hard enough

A headcanon was inspired by this picture on Pinterest

Hi lovelies! Lia here, I was inspired by this picture and I thought you guys would really love the much needed fluff. I know I do from all the angst fics I've been reading ( No hate to Dina but wanted to crop her out of the photo but it lowered the quality and I just can't stand blurry pictures, so I guess I could live with it 😒). I'll add more to these in the future because at the moment it's a bit short but I wanted to get something out there. Hope you enjoy! :3

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Ellie Williams dating inspired playlist made by me

Disclaimers/warnings: English is not my first language, I'm still not sure if the character is OOC, teeth rotting fluff???

First time you ever encountered Ellie was through a cafe nearby. She was whipped to say the least, she was ordering on the counter and your name got called. You walked up to get your drink and she happened to look at you.

Ellie admired the way your clothes just hugged the curves of your body, if you weren't in a public setting, she would've probably drooled.

Ellie comes off a player at times, her and Abby Anderson are sought out by fangirls even.

Definitely plays basketball, you wearing her jersey? She's gonna show it off and be all cocky. "See that girl there? Yeah that's my girl"

We all know at this point that Ellie loves to draw. At some point her sketchbook is just filled with either every angle of you or your name in calligraphy.

Ellie also likes it when you trace shapes or words on any part of her body whether that'd be her hand or her back. You've traced "I love you" once on her hand and she pretended like she didn't notice.

I like thinking that she'd definitely let you draw on her hand if that's a habit of yours

Ink and whiteout stains on both your hands and hers, sometimes from using a pen and sometimes from drawing on each other's bodies.

You like reading books? Doesn't matter to her which genre, she still looks so smitten while you rant about them, let's be real here you do the same when it's her talking about dinosaurs and space.

Sometimes let's you do her makeup, thinks it's adorable when you look so focused and with so much concentration. She's all flustered when your face is so near to hers that she can practically kiss you if you leaned in any closer.

Ellie sometimes gets into fights with people so naturally you're there to patch her up. She likes to use her hands as a makeshift ponytail when you try to blow your hair out of your face. It's the least she can do.

Ellie has a lot of scars, she's a bit insecure about them since she absolutely hates how the look. To say you disagree is an understatement, those scars are hot and it's what sets her apart. You like kissing them? Watch her melt at the gentle and loving feeling. (Poor baby just wants to be loved 🥺)

Ellie keeps a hair tie on her wrist at all times, not for her but for you since she always has her hair in a half up, half down kinda style. (Kinda what she has on the pic above)

Ellie loves spoiling you, it can range from buying you gifts, servicing you or simply burying you in her kisses.

She used to feel jealous about your best friend till you explained that the both of you are like siblings in terms of dynamic.

Joel honestly wanted to meet you, his daughter told his stories of your times together and Joel couldn't be happier. He sees and feels that Ellie is so happy with you, that's all he wants, his daughter to get the love she deserves.

Ellie definitely wears his clothes, they practically share the same wardrobe. Which leads to her dressing more masculine like white tank tops, flannels, white button ups and tie on a formal occasion, cargo pants and the occasional hoodie. Ellie in a suit, Ellie in a suit, Ellie in a suit. (I would sell my soul to see that)

Ellie is a boxer wearing lesbian and I stand by that.

Speaking of hoodies, she buys herself those that are significantly a bigger size so you can steal it from her. Loves seeing you in her jacket even though you sometimes claim that it cramps your style.

You like fashion? Ellie loves zipping you up and helping you choose a dress. People staring? She'll put her arm around you to make sure everyone knows that you are hers. Has occasionally put creepy people in their place.

She's the "wear anything you want, I can fight" type of girl.

Loves doing tasks for you, opening doors, carrying heavy things and other manual labor tasks because her princess shouldn't have to lift a finger.

Hand on your though when she drives, a bit of a reckless driver though. Let's you control the music to anything you want.

[generalllimaginesss]

Beyond

Based on Leon Bridge’s song “Beyond” (one of my absolute favorites). I have so many unfinished drafts, so I decided to go ahead and finish this one. It’s probably terrible, badly proofread, etc., but, if you can, enjoy it :)

btw just about everything in here is completely made up from my imagination, so I’m sorry if there are inaccuracies or anything of the such.

Warnings: cursing, anxiety, birth, slight NSFW (not very detailed though), probably loads of other things but this is all my corrupt brain can think of as of right now

Don’t want to get ahead of myself

Feeling things I’ve never felt

It’s kind of hard for me to explain

Her personality and everything

Brings me to my knees

Jack Hughes was normally one of the most confident individuals. Not in a cocky or arrogant way, but in a way that he knew what he was capable and had to offer, and there wasn’t much that could waiver that feeling.

As soon as Dawson Mercer brought his sister to one of the team’s formal dinners since Ryleigh was out of town, every bit of confidence that Jack had faded into a puddle of self consciousness. He had always prided himself with being smooth with the ladies, but Y/N Mercer was the most beautiful thing he had ever laid eyes on. Her beauty didn’t stop at her looks though, no. She had this ability to captivate Jack, almost trance like. Jack was hanging onto every word of hers, and laughing when she would be quirky or funny.

Jack had never felt this way before. Every time him and Y/N would make eye contact he would fidget with his button up, run his fingers through his hair, and he even caught himself biting his nails a couple of times. Nico picked up on this behavior immediately, and really everybody else that knew Jack did too. This was so out of character for the man, so it was easy to connect the dots to the new girl in the room. Nico decided to rescue his friend from himself, pulling him to the side, away from everybody, and checking in on him.

“Are you ok?” Nico asked, forcing Jack to turn his back on Y/N and pay attention to him.

“Y-yeah. Why wouldn’t I be?” Jack feigned confusion, but immediately began to grin. He knew he got caught, and couldn’t help but feel like this was such a boyish crush.

“Yeah that’s what I thought,” Nico chuckled. “Get it together or else she’s going to think you’re crazy,” Nico gave him a little liquid encouragement from his flask that he kept in his suit jacket and pushed his friend back to where the beautiful Mercer was standing.

Once the conversation was dying within the group, and Y/N had gone to get a drink, Jack followed. Y/N’s back was turned to him, so he gave her shoulder a feather tap with his finger. Jack subconsciously had moved over a bit, causing him to be out of view from the direction in which he tapped. Y/N looked over the original shoulder, and then to the other to see Jack. His face was beet red and he let out a nervous laugh.

“Sorry, um, I’m Jack, but you probably already know that since Dawson is one of my friends,” Jack was looking everywhere except Y/N’s face while he fidgeted his fingers. He was so absolutely mortified of his behavior, but as soon as Y/N opened her mouth his eyes shot up to her. Her voice was angelic, calming and he could sit and listen to her read a phone book.

“Yeah I’ve definitely heard some interesting stories about you. Not too bad though,” she giggled and Jack could feel his heart flutter.

“At least they’re not too bad, haha. Um, I just wanted to ask if you maybe would be available to go get lunch somewhere, or dinner. Really anything that works with your schedule,” Jack rambled on. His teammates, including Dawson, were watching the scene go down. It was absolutely painful watching the always confident professional hockey player melt into a puddle of goop before Y/N, but Dawson couldn’t help but feel a little pride that his sister was the reason.

“Yeah, that would be nice,” Y/N replied with a smile.

“Awesome! Yeah just let me know when, or I’ll ask you and see what works,” Jack felt a little weight off of his chest and turned to walk away.

“Oh, you’re number?” Y/N asked and Jack could feel his cheeks heat up. How stupid did he have to be to forget to ask for her number?

“Yeah, sorry about that,” he apologized and handed Y/N his phone so that she could type in her number. He then sent her a text message so that she would have his. They exchanged smiles, but kept distance for the rest of the night. Jack reunited with Nico and Dawson, finally feeling like he could breathe again.

“That was painful to watch,” Nico laughed. Jack flipped him off and looked at Dawson, who sported the biggest grin on his face.

“I don’t know what the fuck your parents did to create her, but that is a literal angel. Can I please take your sister out on a date?” Jack breathed out, eliciting a laugh from his two friends.

“Yeah, bud. Don’t fuck it up though. You think she’s an angel now, but you don’t want to get on her bad side,” Dawson admitted. Jack smiled, so excited to get to know this mysterious girl that has him absolutely folding.

She shines me up like gold on my arm

I wanna take it slow but it’s so hard

I love to see her face in daylight

It’s more than just our bodies at night

But she’s really temptin’ me, ooh

It had been a solid 3 months since Jack and Y/N had started going out. They didn’t wear a label yet, and the thought of rushing whatever this was absolutely terrified Jack. He had been on the bad end of many relationships, but none of them felt like this. Y/N accompanied Jack to many NHL events and awards, and everybody always commented on how happy the boy was. He couldn’t take any credit though because it was all Y/N.

After he had gotten over his initial nerves, it was like the two had known each other their whole lives. They connected on such a deeper level than just “liking” each other. It was like everything in the universe drove them together. So much so that the physical aspect of what they had was no match to their emotional and mental connection.

Jack wouldn’t lie, there were several times where Y/N would wear things that just made him feel THAT way, but he always managed to keep those feelings in check. The two had kissed, but that’s as far as it had gone so far. That is until their date to the lake.

The annual Hughes’ lake house vacation was in full swing, and this summer Jack decided to invite Y/N. He had planned a romantic date for the two: a picnic on a blanket by the water at sunset. He had packed sandwiches, wine, a homemade charcuterie board, and candles. This girl really had him in the palm of her hand. He was willing to do anything to express the love he felt for her.

They didn’t dress up, both wearing their swimsuits, and that was the problem. Y/N kept glancing at Jack’s body, almost hungrily, hoping he wouldn’t notice. However, when she wasn’t looking, Jack was biting his lip and trying to keep his friend under control.

The dinner went smoothly, and the sunset was breathtaking. As Y/N started to talk about the beauty of the sunset, Jack couldn’t control himself and smashed his lips on hers, his hands cupping her face gently while her hands went to his sides. He laid her down gently, supporting his weight with one arm and letting his fingers caress her skin with the other arm.

This wasn’t like any other kiss that they had before now. The passion that exuded from their bodies was far too great to be confined into a simple kiss. Things got heated to the point where Y/N lost her top in the middle of things. Jack wanted so bad to continue to show her with his mouth how much she meant to him, but he couldn’t help but think that she deserves better than having this moment in the dirt by a lake.

“Y/N I can’t let this be our first time. I need this to be perfect, and getting dirt in places where dirt shouldn’t be is not how I want to remember this,” he panted out. Y/N was slightly disappointed, but her heart grew when she realized that Jack was absolutely in love with her. She smiled, placed a peck on his nose, and placed her top back on.

The walk back to the house was about 10 minutes, and they never let their hands fall apart. They laughed and shared longing glances as they returned to the rest of the boys.

Do you think I’m being foolish if I don’t rush in?

I’m scared to death that she might be it

That the love is real

That the shoe might fit

She might just be my everything and beyond (beyond)

Space and time in the afterlife

Will she have my kids will she be my wife?

She might just be my everything and beyond

“Dude there’s no way you two have been going out for almost 4 months and still haven’t had sex,” Trevor was absolutely shocked. He knew his best friend like the back of his hand, and he didn’t think that Jack had gone 1 month, let alone 4, without sleeping with whatever girl he was with.

“Man, you don’t get it. This one is special. This one deserves for everything to be perfect before she gives herself to me. I can’t let it be in some hotel room that we’re at during the season. Like she’s actually got me thinking about waiting until we’re married,” Jack admitted. He just couldn’t ruin this relationship with her.

He finally asked her to be his girlfriend a few weeks ago, and everything was going so good, but there still wasn’t a time where he felt was perfect for them to take that next step.

“Woah there buddy, marriage?” Trevor’s jaw fell open as he grabbed his phone and turned the speaker button off and put it to his ear.

“Yeah, Z. She’s perfect. There’s never going to be anyone that makes me feel the way she does,” Jack smiled at the thought of building a future with such a special woman. It terrifies him to no end to know that a single person has this sort of effect on him, but he just began to embrace it eventually.

“Do you have a time frame for marriage?” Trevor asked.

“I don’t want to rush things, but I’ve already bought a ring and I’m thinking about doing it when we go home for Christmas,” Jack admitted.

“Oh yeah, no rush, just planning on getting engaged this year, already bought a ring, but no rush,” Trevor mocked, “You’re so fucking whipped, it’s disgusting,” Trevor groaned.

“Nah, Z-Man. I’m so fucking in love,” Jack chuckled on the other end of the phone thinking about his girl.

“Yeah, whatever, shut the fuck up, lover boy,” Trevor was slightly jealous of Jack’s relationship. He could only dream about finding somebody he could love as much as Jack loved Y/N. As much as he was jealous, he was just as happy to see Jack be so happy.

The two hung up the phone and Jack went to admire the ring. A part of him wanted to pop the question tomorrow, but the other part wanted everything to be planned out and perfect. He also was trying really hard not to rush into a marriage, which was a terrifying feeling. Holding yourself back from taking the next step and committing your life to somebody that you are absolutely in love with…there’s no other feeling like it. Jack wanted her for the rest of his life, but he had about 8 months to plan for the most important question of his life.

I wanna bring her ‘round to meet ya

I think you’d like her kind demeanor

I know that Grandma would’ve loved her

Like she was her own

She makes me feel at home

The first time that Jack brought Y/N home to meet his family in Michigan was nerve wracking at first, but turned into memories that he would treasure forever. Luke knew Y/N, but the rest of his family hadn’t gotten the chance to in the 5 months that they had been dating. Schedules were difficult to work with, but when the first opportunity to hop on a plane with Jack to Michigan arose, Y/N jumped on the idea. If his family was anything like him, Y/N would love them.

Jack, on the other hand, wanted them to love her as much as he did. Not that he didn’t think Y/N was good enough for his family, she was perfect. He was scared that his family would be too picky. They expected a lot out of each other, and Y/N was perfect as she was. He just wanted them to see that.

Once they reached the Hughes’ home, Y/N was beaming, and Jack was admiring her giddiness to meet everybody.

They grabbed their bags, and Jack went through the front door. There was a chorus of “Hellos” and hugs before Jack finally took a deep breath in and out.

“Mom, Dad, Quinn, this is Y/N. We’ve been dating for about 5 months now,” he smiled at his girl who was going to hug everybody. God, he loved her so much, and he soon would find out that his family adored her as well.

Later that night, after everyone had ate dinner Jack got the opportunity to sit down with just his mom. They talked about how his life was going, the things he would change about his approach at hockey for the next season, and they finally got on the topic of Y/N.

“So Y/N? How serious are we talking here?” Ellen flashed a cheeky grin at her middle son. As much as she loved him, she knew he held a reputation as a slight player. She was honestly surprised that her son had a relationship that had lasted this long.

“Don’t freak out on me, ok? Let me explain,” Jack began. Ellen looked very confused, but nodded for him to continue.

“I’ve bought a ring,” He stated as Ellen still looked confused.

“Like a promise ring?” She genuinely didn’t think that it was a possibility for him to have bought a wedding ring, like the thought never registered with her until Jack began to rub the back of his neck and began to explain.

“Not exactly. I bought a wedding ring a little while back. But I’m not planning on proposing until around December,” He explained as Ellen’s eyes grew wide and she sucked in her lips, biting them to hold back a miniature freak out.

“Honey, I love you so much. I admire the heart you have and how you love others, I truly do. But what the hell are you thinking? Do you know how much can happen in 8 months? What if she gets cold feet or wants to break up?” Ellen was whisper-yelling at him, trying her best to prevent the others from hearing Jack’s little secret.

The truth is Jack knew his mom had a point, but at the same time nobody truly knew how close Jack and Y/N were. They spent every free moment together and supported each other in all that they did. He just had to trust himself, which is what he had been doing this whole time and it’s paid off so far.

“Mom, I just know that’s who I’m supposed to marry. She’s kind, thoughtful, so selfless. Like when I think about my life partner, there’s nobody else that could possibly fulfill that role. When I think about the person I want my kids to learn from, Y/N is the only person that I would trust to help raise our kids with determination and morals. Please just trust me,” Jack was practically begging his mom.

Ellen couldn’t help but smile at the young love. The mom part of her was petrified that her son would get hurt, but watching Y/N treat them with respect and kindness backed up her son’s words about the girl. She had also never seen her son like this, so he had to be telling the truth.

As she got up from the couch, she ruffled her sons hair and kissed his forehead. “You’re crazy, but I love you,” she whispered in his ear, causing Jack to smiled up at her.

“Love you too, mom,” he blushed at the thought of Y/N Mercer turning into Y/N Hughes.

I give up, I’m in love cryin’ out to you

Oh me, oh my I can’t explain

She might just be my everything

The eight months that followed after his chat with his mom flew by, and now here everybody was gathered at his grandparents house on his dad’s side. Even though his mom’s side was Jewish, his dad’s side still celebrated Christmas with them being catholic. He had made sure to find time and communicate that with Y/N so that they would be making the get together with one another.

He wanted to make sure that Y/N had met everybody in his family before committing to a life with him. He didn’t want to propose in front of everybody, but he definitely needed a little moral support from his immediate family.

Without any doubt, his entire family adored Y/N. She got along with all of his cousins and aunts and uncles, and his grandparents went on and on about how she’s too good for Jack. He fell even more in love with her, if possible, when he caught her playing Barbie’s with some of the younger kids. He pulled his brothers to the side while Y/N was preoccupied to let them in on his plan.

“What I’m about to tell you two must stay between us. The only other people that know is Y/N’s family and mom and dad, ok? Well, and maybe Trevor, but that’s besides the point,” He began.

“I’m asking Y/N to marry me tonight. I’ve got it planned where we’re going to the dock where I’ve got people setting up marquee letters, there’s going to be fireworks and there’s flowers leading the way down there. I’m so fucking nervous right now, like almost as nervous as I was the first time I met her. Please just talk me down,” he rambled on.

Meanwhile his brothers were in shock. They knew that their brother was in love, but it had only been about a year and a half since the two had gone on their first date.

“Look I know you need words of encouragement, but what the fuck, Jack? Why are we just now finding out?” Quinn was the first to speak up, slightly hurt that he was just now hearing of this, but he soon could see how much this meant to his brother, so he warmed up to the idea.

“I needed it to be kept absolute secret. Y/N couldn’t even get a feeling that it was somewhere on the horizon,” Jack explained.

His brothers talk to him for about 30 minutes before people were starting to leave the get together. Jack noticed this and gave a glance to his mom for their family to leave. Jack and Y/N hugged everybody goodbye and drove back to the Hughes home with the rest of his immediate family. They made it there, Jack texting all of the people involved in the proposal eagerly, making sure everything was going as planned.

As they all got out of the vehicle, Jack took Y/N’s hand, smiling at her.

“Why don’t we take a late night walk by the lake? Just a quick one?” Jack asked. Y/N was a bit puzzled, but pulled her jacket tighter and following her boyfriend.

The two talked, walking slowly towards the frozen water. Y/N’s laughter and constant gazing at Jack distracted her from that of the marquee letters for as long as possible until the lights caught her attention and she realized that she was walking on rose petals. The words “Marry Me?” shining through the cold Michigan night.

Jack’s hands were sweating despite the freezing temperatures, but he continued to lead his girl closer to the lights with her hand in his. He could hear her sniffling and glanced over to see tears steaming down her face.

Once they reached the wooden dock, Jack grabbed her other hand and turned her body towards him.

“Y/N Mercer, you’re my absolute best friend. You are the only person that I truly feel this type of love for. I miss you the second I’m away from you, and I count down the minutes until I can see you again. I’ve truly tried to do everything right in this relationship, not rushing things, waiting until marriage, and I just want to be able to spend all of my waking moments with you. I can not bear to think of a life where I don’t have you, and I can’t help but feel like everyday I’m not married to you is a day I’m losing with you,” With that he pulled the Tiffany blue ring box out of his jacket and got down on one knee.

Y/N was almost sobbing at this point, her hands covering her nose and mouth as she watched her best friend on one knee. He truly had done everything right, and it wasn’t even a question if she would marry him.

“Y/N Mercer, will you do me the absolute honor of taking my last name and being my life partner?” Jack asked.

Y/N managed to nod her head, but she didn’t think she could form the ‘yes’ if she tried. She was practically bawling and Jack was infatuated with her.

“Is that a yes,” Jack chuckled and began to put the ring on her finger. She nodded feverishly and leaned into him as he stood up. They shared a passionate kiss, the only thing that could distract them from this moment was the fireworks over the lake and the cheers from the house.

“Oh my God I love you,” Y/N cried as she laid her head on Jack’s shoulder and admired the fireworks.

Once the show had ended they made their way back to the house where they were not only greeted by the Hughes, but also the Mercers. Jack’s brothers and Dawson hugged him and the moms hugged Y/N. Y/N truly couldn’t think of better person for her. She loved his family and him. She couldn’t wait to share a last name with her soulmate.

Space and time in the afterlife

Will she have my kids?

Will she be my wife?

She might just be my everything and beyond

Jack and Y/N had an engagement that lasted 6 months. They both felt like they had just enough time to plan their dream wedding and not feel rushed. Their wedding was absolutely stunning. The cake, the venue, her dress…everything was better than imagined.

Nothing topped the moment, however, when Jack saw Y/N in her wedding dress for the first time walking down the aisle with her dad. Jack’s breath hitched and he felt tears stinging his eyes. He tried to keep it together, he really did, but when Quinn gave his shoulder a squeezed, and Jack looked over at tears in his older brother’s eyes, he began to let his tears fall as well.

Y/N was absolutely stunning. Jack truly didn’t understand how he had managed to not only catch her attention at that party so many months ago, but how in the world had he kept her.

Her dad had announced that him and Y/N’s mom were giving her away and he turned to hug Jack. He gave him a squeeze and whispered in his ear before letting go, “We love you, Kid.” Jack nodded and thanked him.

The ceremony was stunning, and their vows were endearing.

“Jack Hughes, before we get to the sappy stuff I just need to let everybody know how we happened,” Y/N chuckled, her voice hitching when she glanced at him, a tear streaming down Jack’s face.

“Jack Rowdy Hughes was an absolute mess the first night I had met him,” and with that everybody laughed, especially the Devils players that were there to witness the tragedy that was a love stricken Hughes Brother.

“I had always heard stories from Dawson about how bold and straightforward you were, but that night I feel like I knew who you were immediately. You were a man who’s heart held so much love that you couldn’t contain it. I’m so happy and blessed to say that you haven’t wavered, but gotten stronger in your love. You have showed me what true love should look and feel like, and there will never be another person like you. I promise to love, support, and cherish you until my heart stops beating. I promise to calm you down when you chew the ref out for bad calls, and to love you even when you are missing a few teeth. I can’t wait to begin this life with you as your life partner,” Y/N concluded, squeezing Jack’s hand as he composed himself enough to begin his vows.

He had been skeptical at writing his own vows, but in this moment he knew exactly what to say.

“I really wasn’t expecting you to out me like that, but I can’t say anything because it’s true,” He laughed, causing a chain reaction in the wedding guests.

“Y/N Mercer, I knew you were going to be my wife the second I laid eyes on you. I didn’t know how, or when, but I knew that when I envisioned my future, you were there at every important moment. If I’m being honest, I bought that ring a little over 3 months of dating you. Nobody understands me quite the way you do. Sometimes we don’t even have to tell each other how we feel, it’s merely a look and we know. I promise to always put you first. I promise to love you with every single fiber of my being. My life has been filled with so much love and joy since knowing you, and I can’t wait to feel that for the rest of my life,” Jack concluded.

The two exchanged rings and the priest prayed over the two.

“It’s with the utmost privilege that I pronounce you man and wife. Jack, you may kiss your bride,” And at those words Jack smiled at his new wife and planted a loving, eager, tender kiss on her lips.

———

After the wedding, the two could not get enough of each other’s bodies. Waiting for over a year to have sex had built up so many thoughts, and needless to say the two were always busy. After Trevor and Caufield had walked in on them in the middle of it, it was a known fact to knock before coming into their house.

The two weren’t planning on kids anytime soon, but honestly they weren’t trying to prevent it. Money wasn’t an issue, Y/N had landed and job where she could work from home, and they had just recently adopted a puppy that kept her company when she missed Jack during the hockey season.

After feeling like she had the flu for what felt like two weeks, she finally did the math of when her last period was and began to freak out. As soon as she possibly could, she ran to target and bought a variety of different tests, knowing that she was going to take so many of them to be sure whether she was or wasn’t pregnant.

She took about 4, leaving them face up on the bathroom counter as she walked out. She couldn’t possibly just sit there and wait for the results. After her timer on her phone had gone off, she nervously made her way back to the tests. She felt dizzy as every single one indicated that she was, in fact, pregnant.

Jack wouldn’t be home for another 3 days, so she successfully managed to keep her mouth shut about it while she came up with a way to tell him. She managed to get an appointment with her OBGYN and took home the sonograms that were made, the baby so tiny it was hardly noticeable.

She picked out a cute onesy, took a fresh pregnancy test, and placed the sonogram all carefully into a gift bag and left it out on the counter when Jack got home. He curiously walked over to the back and looked at Y/N.

“What’s this for?” He questioned, causing a smile to inch onto his wife’s face.

“Just open it,” Y/N replied, to which he raised his eyebrows cautiously and carefully removed the paper.

The first thing he saw was the onesy, so he was a little confused. But when he saw the sonogram and the test he snapped his head toward his wife.

“Are you serious?” He didn’t think that she would joke about this, but he was in complete shock.

Y/N nodded and made her way to him. They both had tears glistening in their eyes as they embraced. He pulled away from Y/N slightly and looked her in the eyes.

“I’m actually going to be a dad, and you’re actually going to be a mom?” He already knew the answer, but he just needed to hear it from you again.

“Yes, my love. We’re going to be parents!” Y/N squealed.

———

Telling everybody was one of their favorite parts about the pregnancy. Getting to see everybody so excited, and seeing all of the love that was shown to their new little family was amazing.

As soon as Y/N had a visible bump, Jack was obsessed with it. He would rant to it about stupid calls during a game, he would attempt to sing to it, and he would pepper it with kisses all the time. Sometimes he would accidentally let a few curse words slip to it, earning him a thump from Y/N, but she secretly enjoyed seeing him so fascinated with it.

When the bump grew bigger and Y/N struggled with back pain, he would hold her belly for her while she enjoyed the pressure being taken away slightly. As much as she enjoyed feeling the little kicks and flutter, the little one was running out of room to move around, causing mama to struggle with the basics like breathing and walking.

Y/N was at 39 weeks and was feeling absolutely miserable. She felt bad because she was quick to snap at Jack, but he knew it was only because of the life growing inside of her.

The Devil’s had just made it to the playoffs, but had a few days between their next game. Jack was weary to leave the house, even if it was to go practice. He was scared to death that he would somehow be late, or miss his baby’s birth.

After coming home from a pretty intense practice, he found that Y/N was walking laps around their house.

“Babe, you ok?” Jack’s concern seeped through his voice.

“No. I need this baby out. I’m losing my mind,” she groaned. Jack chuckled at this.

“Can we please have sex? I have tried everything else and it’s not working. I’ve tried exercise balls, walking, spicy foods, literally every single thing. I made a list from TikTok videos of things that can induce labor and none of it is working. What I haven’t tried is sex, though,” Y/N rambled on as Jack slowly made his way to his wife. He smirked and grabbed her hips as he led her to their bedroom.

Yeah he was tired and sweaty and actually disgusting, but if Y/N wanted to have sex then that’s what he was going to do.

After undressing each other, Jack laid on his back and had Y/N straddle him. They were extremely limited in the positions they could do, but being on top was equally enjoyable for both of them.

Y/N let out a low moan as soon as she felt him inside of her. She sat still for a few seconds, adjusting to Jack, but then began to bounce up and down.

Jack helped out when he could feel her slow down, supporting her under her thighs and giving her an extra push.

When they swapped positions to doggy style, it didn’t take long for Jack to feel close to the edge. Just as he was about to get off, he felt liquid drip out of Y/N as she let out a hiss.

“Babe that’s a little rough,” she groaned.

“Y/N I think your water just broke, holy shit,” he tried to stay calm, but he was freaking out.

Y/N wasn’t in any significant pain, it just felt like the Braxton Hicks contractions she had been enduring for a few days, that is until she felt a searing pain shoot through her.

“I think we need to go to the hospital,” She announced and Jack immediately got together the hospital bag. The car seat was already in the car, and they were off to the hospital.

They kept track of how far apart each contraction was, and it was averaging about 3 minutes.

Once they got checked into a room, Y/N was able to relax, following all of the steps of her birthing plan.

Jack watched in complete awe. He admired the strength that his wife exuded. She was incredible.

With each contraction, Jack made sure to let her squeeze his hand as tight as she needed to. He tried to help her control her breathing, and all he wished was for the pain to go away and for their baby to be here already.

When the time came to push, he could tell that Y/N was a little scared.

“I don’t know if I can do this,” she cried to Jack. Jack rubbed her shoulders in reassurance.

“Babe you are so fucking strong. You didn’t come this far to back out. You can do anything, especially bring our baby into this world,” he encouraged her. That’s all she needed in order to do just that.

With 4 pushes later, the sound of crying filled the room along with tears from Jack and Y/N. Jack couldn’t help it, he started to sob with Y/N as soon as he saw the baby’s tiny figure. Sure it was a little gross looking with all of the goop on it, but he didn’t care. It was his family that they had built together.

“Congratulations you two! It’s a baby girl,” the doctor announced as he placed the baby on Y/N’s chest. Jack wouldn’t mind being a girl dad, he was ecstatic.

After Baby Hughes was cleaned off and the nurses and doctor checked Y/N out, the three of them had their own time together, alone, for the first time.

“So we do know what we’re going to name her, right?” Jack questioned. The two of them had discussed names for a while now, but Jack honestly couldn’t remember what was decided.

“Ella Dawson Hughes,” Y/N announced. Ella came from Ellen, and Dawson was obvious since without him none of this would be happening.

“Absolutely perfect,” Jack managed to croak out.

After a few hours, the two decided to allow visitors to come in and see the baby. The families were first, followed by just about the whole Devils team, then came the various other NHL players like Trevor, Jamie, Caufield and Turcotte. It was such a beautiful thing to watch these tough athletes turn to mush around such a tiny human. It was even more heartwarming when they hugged Y/N and Jack, filled with so much pride for the two of them.

When the last of the visitors left for the day and it was just Jack holding a sleeping baby Ella, and a sleeping Y/N, he let more tears fall. As much as he had loved his wife, nothing could have prepared him for the surplus of emotions his heart was going through watching his best friend become a mom, and seeing the result of their love coming into fruition.

Baby Ella scrunched her nose, letting out a small cry.

“It’s ok, my love. Daddy loves you,” he let her grip his finger and rocked her slightly, lulling her back to sleep.

This was his life, and he was totally in love with it.

[cherrykamado]

fighting sanemi 🥺

let’s you smack him around a bit, berate him. calling him a dumb ass and a good for nothing. gotta get all that pent up anger out of your system for when he finally grabs your wrists and pin them above your head. kisses and sucks marks into your neck while you become all whiny and pliant, thighs rubbing together until he slots his leg between them.

such pretty noises spilling from your mouth, he’ll take those instead of the cussing and yelling. there’s my girl. ya needed me that bad huh? he just smiles against your neck because he knows you’re screwing your face up, doesn’t even have to look at you.

f-fuck you! it’s so whiny and desperate it’s actually adorable 🥺 because you say this but here you are grinding on his thigh. but he’ll help you with that attitude don’t worry your pretty little head <3

o-oh my god. oh.

WARNINGS— chernemi typical wrestling LMFAO (but made x reader hehe), dumbification, hickeys.

when he gets his leg in between yours, you close your thighs around it — you just can't stand when he's touching you the way he is. you just won't be able to resist if his knee brushes against your clit, so you make sure to squeeze as hard as you can, prevent him from getting any further as, at the same time, you're tilting your head towards your shoulder, stopping him from sucking on your neck any longer.

"what are you doing?!" you almost stammer, squirming underneath him and trying to free yourself from the ridiculously strong grip he's got on your wrists. it's impossible, however: just with only one hand, he manages to restrain you.

fuck, how outraging.

but all that is lef t on sanemi's face is that stupid, cocky smirk of his.

"got enough of your bitchin'," he retorts, "time to hear you say something i actually like."

"w-wha— ah~!"

just like your resistance means nothing, sanemi's leg pushes through your thighs and finally reaches your clit; now his knee is stroking that engorged bundle of nerves of yours and there's nothing you can do apart from squirming and arching your back. complaining is useless — even your mouth betrays you, indulging him with the sweetest, hottest of the mewls and whimpers you can let out through those pretty lips of yours.

"there — that's my girl." he coos, and it's so sickeningly sweet that you inevitably find yourself melting over his praise. "c'mon, isn't this better?"

"f-fuck..."

and he's about to make it worse — the way you tilted your neck left you wide open, and so sanemi takes the chance to plant his lips on the stretched side of your neck.

as if his goal was to make you lose your mind over him.

every mark stings so good, like he knows where to place them, like he knows where to suck, like he knows where your most sensitive spots are. in no time, he's got you grinding against his knee. the grip of your thighs around his own isn't like before; in contrast, it's as if you're getting some leverage to grind your pussy against it. sanemi can feel in a matter of moments how you're soaking him, ruining the fabric of his pants — but that only makes him chuckle. he's enjoying this.

"ya need me that bad, huh?" he smiles against your neck.

fuck, as if he didn't know. the way his deep voice reverberates against your skin makes your mind spin even more — he knows that behind all that façade there is just neediness.

but your bitchy little attitude is actually what makes you even hotter. after all, fiery ones gotta be his favorite.

well, you are.

he doesn't even prepare or prepare you; amongst all your complaints — that he shushes with uh-huh, sure — he tears out your underwear. and just with a few twists of his hand, his belt is undone, and his pants and boxers pulled down just enough to reveal his hard, fat cock which is nothing but the biggest proof of what you do to him.

his head splitting your folds, he runs it up and down until he's soaked in your slick — and it's happened so fast. you're biting your lip, squirming, but apparently eager to see what he's doing, so you're calling him over and over.

s—sanemi. sanemi.

because, at this point, he's pretty sure you went dumb enough for his name to be the only thing to fall from your lips. so fast, so easy; he just knows the power he's got over you. and he would be lying if he said he doesn't prefer hearing his name instead dumbass, jackass, asshole.

you're trying your best to jerk away from him, it's too much. it's so cute to watch, how hard you try to deny it, how you try to act like you don't like him, when all you want to do is fuck him.

a loud, high pitched, borderline lewd moan is what he draws out from you when he bottoms out in just one push of his cock, all the way to the hilt, until his pubes are tickling your throbbing clit.

"f-fuck you~!" you whine out, but your curse is almost cut off by the yelp that is caused by the way he flips you both, so that you're on top of him, one hand on your hip while the other one sneaks and squeezes a handful of your pretty ass.

"go on." he invites, smirk widening.

SANEMINX © 2022. all rights reserved. do not repost or recommend on any platform. plagiarism will not be tolerated.

[rabbitreader09]

What about a little bit of Fluff and comfort with the Boys Vincent, Victor and draco?

Wooo one shots!

Warnings: none (THE PICTURES ARE NOT GORE OR SUM IDK WHY TUMBLR IS GIVING ME A WARNING-)

Pairing: Vincent Edgeworth x reader

You buried your head in Vincent’s shoulder, feeling him rest the book he was reading on your back, every few minutes or so, he pressed a small kiss against your forehead or cheek, then went back to laying his head against yours.

You fondled with the buttons on his top, popping them open and closed, he didn’t mind it, he had already gotten rid of his blazer and shoes a long time ago, and now you just laid on top of each other in silence. You were sleepy, but didn’t doze off, just wanting to feel his embrace a bit longer. You loved the feeling of his affection, it felt so trusting, and even with his usually dark demeanor (even towards you) so comforting.

*chu*

He pressed another light kiss against your head, you smiled, leaning further into his chest, it was cold, and as hard as metal, but you didn’t mind, and he knew you didn’t. Some people would long to listen to their partners heartbeat, but you didn’t need that to love him. Your finger gently ran down to his collar, pulling ever so slightly so he‘d look at you, which he did. You gazed at him, god he was beautiful, it was mean sometimes. You pulled harder, swaying him in to kiss you, his lips honestly felt a bit dry, but that you didn’t mind either, you just kissed him because you wanted him close to you.

The air always felt cold when you parted, so much so you always had to hold yourself not to reconnect yourselves. He looked at you, his lips forming a thin smile, inside you melted, you loved seeing him smile, not his cocky smirk, or the often fake laughs he gave from himself, no, that nearly transparent smile he wore at night, when you were close, you loved more than anything.

Without much hesitation, you knocked both of you down on his bed, a loud thump echoing trough the previously silent room, he didn’t say anything to it, he didn’t even make a face. As you laid back down on him, wrapping your arms and legs over his body, he simply put his hand down at your head.

„I would‘t feel complete without you…“

Pairing: victor blake x reader

The sound of cars rushed by as the dim moonlight shined in trough the car windows, the cold breeze coming in from the only rolled down one gave you goosebumps.

You and Victor were originally just going to take a small trip in the car, but traffic seemed to have decided that today it was gonna throw a tantrum, the 3 hours car ride turned into 8, and then 10. And as it slowly got darker and darker, with 3 a.m fast approaching, you decided to just park at a pit stop, get some sleep and hope for better luck tomorrow.

While the situation might‘ve been quite stressful for most, you were honestly quite comfortable with it, Victor let you climb over into the drivers seat on top of him and gave you his vest while he smoked a few cigarettes out the car window.

You heard him exhale, sending a line of smoke into the outside air, before throwing away the burned off cigarette and rolling the window back up. You were quite lucky he used a decent amount of cologne so he wouldn’t reek of cigs, otherwise holding him this close would take a lot more out of you.

He hummed as you repositioned yourself a bit, now more sitting in his lap than laying on top of him, you made brief eye contact, he smirked pitifully, „don’t kiss me, I‘ll taste like shit“ he chuckled, you narrowed your eyes at him, then connected your lips without hesitation, they were warm but as expected he did indeed taste of tabac.

You pulled back again, your slightly scrunched up expression telling him more than enough, „told ya“ you smacked his cheek jokingly, opting him to be quiet, „im flattered you‘d still wanna kiss me like this darlin‘…“ he leaned his head into your neck, his breath was warm and steady, gently brushing up and down your neck. You both leaned back.

„I adore you, mi amor…“ he hummed quietly, making you chuckle.

„You are such a hopeless romantic dear..“

Pairing: Draco Edgeworth x reader

A weak fire sizzled in the chimney in front of you, it had been burning for a couple hours and was slowly eating up the last bits of wood inside, despite its dying flames, you just stared into it, laying on the couch in front. The atmosphere was cozy, but also suffocating, the heat coming from the flames was both comfortable and unbearable, it just seemed to switch, outside it was storming, thunder fast approaching, so the places in the house the heat didn’t reach were very cold.

„miss/mister y/n?“ you opened your eyes, only then realizing you had closed them in the first place, you looked up to see Draco standing next to the sofa. „What with the formalities Draco?“ you asked, a hint of mixed sarcasm and annoyance in your voice.

He paused before speaking another sentence, „Its getting late, you should sleep in a bed.“ you rolled from your side to your back, looking up at him, his eyes always looked lively despite looking like single beads sometimes.

„Is everything alright miss/mister y/n?“ he asked, still not breaking eye contact with you, „So we really aren’t any closer than that, Mister Edgeworth?“ you raised an eyebrow, and you swore he smiled and chuckled for a quick moment.

He sighed, a few strand of his bangs falling out of place before he sat down in the couch next to you. You grabbed his arm, leaning your head on his shoulder, „Thats more like it.“ his lips twitched up, he was obviously trying to hide his amusement.

You sat in complete silence for a few minutes, the presence felt so calm, almost even calmer now that he was here, the fire cracked quietly every few seconds or so, and the wind howled past the windows.

„Should I stack on some more firewood?“ he asked after a while of you fondling with strands of his hair. You shook your head, „not when I get to sleep by you tonight…“

He was unimpressed by your prompt decision that he didn’t even have the choice to disagree on, but its not like he would‘ve declined in the first place. You swooned to the side, eventually laying your head down in his lap and hooking your legs over the side of the couch. He reached up and pulled off his glove with his teeth, moving down to draw lines trough your hair and to caress your face, so softly you felt you might just fall asleep right here and there.

„You fill my heart, dear.“ he hummed, but you didn’t even really hear, his touch and the atmosphere were already rocking you off to sleep, he smiled pitifully.

„Its better to sleep now honey, its not pleasant to miss the morning.“ his arms snaked around you body, and before you fell to sleep, you felt him lift you up.

[solar-halos]

POV – something that’s already happened, retold from another character’s perspective

no (writing) excuses askbox game

first of all, thank you for this ask! <3 it was so fun esp since ive been playing around with this scene for a whileee

second of all, i got carried away! in my odesta longfic annie isn’t very happy about finnick wanting to be on the star squad so i chose to write the scene where he breaks the news to her in his pov. fair warning though this is so majorly long and at first i was only gonna include the last section but then i remembered nothing is ever that serious so here's like 3k words of angst + slight sprinkling of fluff at the beginning

with that being said, i feel like this one warrants some warnings: there's referenced non-con (for annie's capitol imprisonment specifically), hurt NO comfort (yet! there’s comfort in the longfic), and annie just overall isn't very fucking nice to finnick. so without further ado here it is under the cut

🤍 DO NOT DISTURB, PLEASE! 🤍

Finnick helps her tack the handmade sign up on their door. Since their fingers are laced together (they never intend on letting go, either), it takes a bit longer than expected. 

Finnick glances down at Annie, who is practically squirming out of her skin in excitement. The strap of her wedding dress falls down one shoulder. Her frizzy curls fluff up around her head like a wreath. 

“You’re so pretty, Annie.” He tucks a piece of hair behind her ear because he knows that’ll make her lean against his palm. He takes a moment to admire her, so kind and genuine and wonderful. Love and being loved by her feels surreal. Like the odds really are in his favor. 

Her eyes light up. He smiles.

“You’re pretty,” she insists, her hand inching toward his shoulder. He slouches a bit so she has an easier time hooking her arm around him in a hug. 

He takes this opportunity to sweep her off her feet, carrying her back inside. He’s rewarded with a giggle and a kiss on the cheek. 

“I love you,” says, sighing against his chest. Warmth courses through his veins. “We are so forever.”

And they call Finnick a poet. He ducks down to press a kiss to her hair.

Annie is love. Annie is life. Annie is forever. Permanent. 

“You and me,” Finnick agrees. “Forever.”

They seal the promise with another kiss.

———————

Finnick’s concentration problems are catching up to him. Maybe they never left him alone in the first place.

He’d been training in 13 ever since he managed to shed off that hospital gown, but they weren’t teaching him anything groundbreaking. So, when President Coin tells him that she’ll send him straight to the Capitol if he manages to pass a series of tests, it’s an offer he can’t refuse. 

It’s not like he’s being cocky about it. He knows what he’s getting into. In the arena, there was always one guaranteed survivor. If he goes out on the battlefield—if he finally takes down President Snow—there’s a very real possibility that none of them will come out alive. 

That won’t be a problem for him. Again, he’s not being cocky. He just knows his strengths. He’s already familiar with hand-to-hand combat—real hand-to-hand combat, the stuff that people in District 13 can’t really train for—and that’ll make him a real big asset to the team.

Anyway. What was he saying?

Oh, right. Concentration problems. Training, too.

He remembers that he has to wake up early the next morning, and he remembers which room he has to report to. He even remembers to set his alarm clock for the right time. But then Annie comes back from her therapy session, and he’s enveloping her in a hug, and suddenly it’s like he’s only capable of conjuring up Annie-related thoughts.

She falls asleep in his arms. He wakes up to the sound of her cussing out his loud fucking alarm clock. He takes a moment to admire her fiery, effortless passion, ‘cause she’ll curse at just about anything if it’s early enough. 

“Sorry, my love.” He kisses her cheek to pacify her. She melts back into the bed. “I have to train today.”

“No, you don’t,” she says, which is mildly confusing, but then it hits him:

He forgot. He forgot to tell her. Something heavy settles over his stomach as he rushes through his explanation, but he already knows she’s not happy with him. It’s written all over the crinkle in her brow, the frown on her face, the small crinkles over her nose.

“Stay with me for a few minutes,” she says, so he does. Of course he does. He’d light himself on fire to keep Annie warm. (She does not ask him to set himself on fire.)

A few minutes turns into half an hour. Finnick is starting to get antsy, because if he misses this first training session, then they might just drop him from the program, and then he’ll never get to Snow, and—

“Finnick.” Annie’s voice is hard. Unhappy. His stomach twists. “Are you training today, or not?”

“I have to, my love.”

My love. My love. My love. She’s his love, so he doesn’t ever want to make her unhappy, but he’s not doing a very good job. She huffs at him.

“No, you don’t. The whole point of District 13 is that we don’t have to do anything. If you want to train, just tell me that.”

Yeah, Finnick couldn’t just tell her that. She’s already so upset with him, so he should just stay put and wrap her up in his arms, but he can’t. He doesn’t want to, either, but don’t you dare fucking tell her that, because the only reason he wants to go at all is so that he can take down President Snow. Then, they’d be free to do whatever they want whenever they want. A moment of torture away from her is worth a lifetime of happiness in her presence.

Annie understands that. She understands that they need to take down Snow, and she wants to take down Snow, but she also hates the military industrial complex. And Finnick would hate it, too, under normal circumstances, but how else was he gonna fight for his freedom? The Capitol took a lot from him, but he couldn’t wait to show them just how proficient he was at turning the odds in his favor. In the country’s favor.

Annie is glaring at him. He decides to stand his ground.

“I want to train.”

She blinks at him. Wrong answer. He tries to backtrack, but the damage has already been done. 

“I’m going to visit Johanna today.” Then, before he can ask, she adds, “Alone. You can do whatever you want.”

The pit in his stomach is overwhelming. He never planned on attending every single session—just the ones he needed to. Like the ones about assembling a gun (the arena never had anything like that). He also shows up to schedule a time for his exam.

“I’m a bit nervous,” he tells Annie. She glances over at him before promptly returning to whatever she was drawing, almost like she’s making a point to ignore him.

Almost. He and Annie don’t ice each other out. It’s not their thing.

“Annie?” he repeats. He knows that she was upset with him for leaving, but they already talked it out, and she already said she forgave him. If they're not okay, then he understands, but he just wants to be on the same page. It'll make trying to fix things much easier. “Are we good?”

Sometimes, Annie ignores him when she’s working on a drawing, but it’s nothing personal. She ignores everything—even her own appetite—but she usually multitasks whenever she doodles. 

She looks at him. Finnick lets out a breath. “Do you want to play a card game?”

He thinks about repeating himself—he’s nervous, and he wants to know if they’re good—but he doesn’t want to risk upsetting her again. It’s not her fault that he’s putting his life at risk.

“Okay,” he says. She grins at him. He forces himself to grin back.

——————

“We need to talk about it,” he says, because they do.

She knows exactly what he’s referring to. It’s why she doesn’t answer him.

“Annie.” He sits right beside her. “I meant what I said. I’m not leaving you. The mission is still in the planning stages. We don’t even know which route we’re gonna take.”

She’s locked in on another drawing. He sighs. He can feel himself getting frustrated—he’s not leaving her, because he’s incapable of living without her—but getting snappish isn’t going to fix anything. Especially not with Annie. Her parents fought a lot, so he doesn’t want to risk setting her off. She’d never treat him that way—would never scream or throw anything at him—but she’s naturally very expressive, and that doesn’t bode very well for any of them when she gets angry.

She stares at him. He knows what she’s gonna say before she even opens her mouth. 

“Wanna play a card game?”

“Annie.”

“What?” she’s not yelling, exactly, but she’s being firm. Too firm, considering that all he wants to do is talk to her about something important. “Dr. Aurelius taught me how to play. It’s fun.”

“Can we talk about the mission?”

She makes a move to get up. He relents, even though he really, really shouldn’t, but he can’t stand the possibility of sleeping in separate beds tonight. 

“Never mind,” he says, placing a slow, gentle hand at her hip. He’s testing the waters. She dives straight into his arms. Thank goodness. “What’s the card game?”

“It’s a bit tricky at first,” she replies, reaching over to shuffle the deck. "But you're good at stuff like this. I think you’ll really like it, ‘cause there’s so much strategy in it.” 

Conversations about the mission were easy to avoid when they were still in the early stages of planning. The last time Finnick brought it up, Plutarch and Coin were still negotiating if they needed to add another member, but it’s an inescapable part of his life now. He gets the stamp, attends all the meetings, and introduces himself to everyone else on the team. They’re even calling themselves the Star Squad. 

They examine the holo splayed over the table, where everyone squints at a battlefield riddled with mutts and traps. It hits a little too close to home.

His gut twists. What’s he gonna tell Annie?

“Nothing,” Katniss answers, because apparently Finnick said that out loud. “That’s what my mother and sister will be hearing from me.”

Fair, but Annie isn’t his mom. Or his sister. She already forgave him for not telling her anything about the rebels, and he promised to tell her everything that he knows from now on, so he had to tell her about this. He had to, or else he’d make everything worse.

His mind is in overdrive throughout the entire meeting. Words usually came to him so easily, but things are different with Annie. He doesn’t love anyone or anything nearly as much as he loves her.

He decides to just play it by ear. The meeting already ran long, so he doesn’t want to keep her waiting. 

He steps inside their compartment. She was pacing around the room, but she stops dead in her tracks the moment he closes the door. She wrinkles her nose at him.

“I’m sorry.” He is. He’s sorry about a lot of things, actually, but maybe if they talk about it for a bit, everything will be okay. Annie loves him, so that’s already a huge source of comfort. “I’m sorry, Annie. The meeting ran long.”

He can’t tell if she’s giving him the silent treatment again—because that’s apparently something they do now—or if she’s just thinking of a response.

She frowns at him, obviously very unhappy, but they don’t have another choice. They don’t have time. If it took them this long to breach the subject, then that already means they’re in trouble.

“I don’t even care,” she lies, but Annie’s emotions have always been stamped so clearly across her face. And, right now, her face tells him that she cares a lot. “Let’s just go to bed.”

They can’t. They can’t. They can’t. He stands his ground, and she relents. He takes that as a good sign.

“District 13 is organizing a mission where we finally infiltrate the Capitol. And they’ve invited me to go.”

“Well, you’re not.”

It sounds final, they way she’s saying it. Finnick forces himself not to give in. He had to do this. He had to get to Snow. 

He stands his ground until she snaps at him. His heartbeat spikes.

“You goddamn fucking liar! You said you wouldn’t leave me again!”

He’s not. He never could, and he tries to explain that to her, but his mind goes absolutely blank. She’s never called him a liar before, but he supposes that’s the truth, isn’t it? He didn’t tell her about 13, but the Capitol captured her anyway, so she’s well within her rights to get upset with him. He just wishes she wouldn’t yell.

“You promised me you’d stay, but now you’re suddenly infiltrating the fucking Capitol?” she demands, which doesn’t sound right. “Did you make that decision before or after they locked me up?”

No. No, that doesn’t sound right at all, because that’s not what happened. He made that decision a long time ago, but whenever he’d try to tell her, she’d pretend that he wasn’t even talking to her. That hurt, but he didn’t address that concern with her—he’s not even addressing it with her now—because he knows that this must be hurting her harder.

Finnick can be cocky—even now, especially now—but he’s well aware of the risks. Nothing is ever guaranteed, and 13 is no exception. But if they both agree that they need to take Snow down, and if they both agree that Finnick dealt with the brunt of all his cruelty, then why aren’t they reaching the same conclusion? 

“So sorry, then, Finnick, that I’m not as important as your stupid fucking trident.” She’s angry with him. Finnick wracks his brain, trying to think of ways to coax her into liking him again, but nothing makes sense to him right now. Annie’s never yelled at him like that before, ever. “I bet the Capitol is gonna love seeing you with one again.”

“Don’t say that to me.” The implications of that don’t hurt. Finnick had thought a lot about that, too. The last time he had been so eager to prove himself to anyone was when he was enrolled at the Academy, desperate to show off his expertise at all the different stations. 

But this is different, both literally and fundamentally. And he knows that Annie knows that, so he doesn’t really appreciate being branded as a Capitol puppet.

“But it’s true,” she says, even though they both know it’s not, and Finnick doesn’t understand why she’s doing this to him.

He’s not an idiot. He knows that she’s worried about him leaving, just like how Mags left them, but he doesn’t like how she’s framing this like it’s a choice he’s making. Like he’s walking away from her. Like he’s engaging in something inconsequential for the sole purpose of hurting her. Like he doesn’t love her, when that’s the only thing in his life that he’s ever been sure of. 

Finnick doesn’t want to hurt her, but he understands that his intentions don’t match up with reality. He understands that she has the right to be angry with him. He understands that she’s upset about how secretive he was about the rebel plan, because their relationship was supposed to be built on a foundation of trust, so—

“Is that why I got captured, then?” she asks him, and she’s right, but she’s also not. The Capitol would have captured her no matter what, but he could have done more. He could have pushed Plutarch harder about rescuing her from Four. He could have encouraged 13 to execute their rescue plan a lot sooner. He could have neglected the rebellion entirely, because at least he’d know that Annie would be safe.

Finnick should have just done that. He got all in his head about how he wanted to be safe, too, but it’s not worth it to have Annie yelling at him right now. 

Moldy food. Capitol cells. Rape.

If it was hard to articulate his thoughts before, there’s no hope for him right now. He always knew what they were doing to Annie, even before she told him herself, but now that she’s not holding back—rape rape rape rape rape, just like how they raped you—he’s trying his best to just remain coherent. His memories in the Capitol were always so hard to suppress, but the thought of the same thing happening to her makes his body revolt against his mind.

Annie is always so sweet to him. Always used to remind him that nothing that happened in the arena or in the Capitol was ever his fault. But if she’s saying all this now—rape and pills and you let Mags die I stayed with you throughout everything never even thought about leaving you most miserable bitch I’ve ever met just fuck off and die already—

Fuck off and die? Isn’t that why they’re having an argument in the first place?

Finnick doesn’t know. There’s not enough oxygen circulating to his brain, and his heart is beating too hard to overcompensate for that, but it’s not like he can feel sorry for himself when Annie was in Capitol cells and Peacekeeper clutches and beatings and rape and all you did was sit here and wait for it all to be over, you fucking asshole.

“Stop pretending like you’ve ever cared about me!”

It’s the last thing he can remember her saying before they’re interrupted by a knock at the door. Maybe it’s someone complaining about the noise. It wouldn’t be the first time he and Annie received that sort of complaint, even though the circumstances back then were kinda different.

The thought of being separated from Annie still makes his stomach plunge to his toes. She’s saying a lot cruel things to him, yes, but it’s not like she actually means them, and it’s not like she doesn’t have a reason to be upset, and—

She grabs a marker. They both ignore the banging on the door, staring at each other instead, because what she does with that marker is going to predict the trajectory of their relationship. Her parents threw things at each other, yes, but they’re not her parents. He can overlook the yelling, but there are some things that he won’t even forgive Annie for, and this will be one of them.

She sets the marker down. The District 13 guards let themselves in. They start walking toward Finnick at first, but maybe they can sense that reality is very blurry for him right now, because they promptly ask Annie to remove herself from the room. She goes without a fight, but if there’s one thing about Annie Cresta, it’s that she has to have the last word. 

“I don’t know why I love you,” she says. “I don’t know why anyone would love you.”

The door closes. Finnick finally gives himself permission to melt onto the floor, curling his knees into his chest. 

I don’t know why anyone would love you. That makes two of them.

[hangezen]

haikyuu boys as different types of kisses

content : contains atsumu, oikawa, and tsukishima. a bit suggestive on atsumu’s and oikawa’s, but other than that it’s mostly sfw. gn!reader.

jade’s notes : i suddenly came up with this idea and i just had to write about it :]

atsumu is a french kiss. atsumu is always craving more of everything. he always craves you. he won’t settle for a little peck, even if both of you are in public. he just loves you so much, he needs to constantly kiss you. his kisses are passionate, warm, and slightly cocky. you both feel the world stop when both of you kiss, no matter how many times you both have. make-out sessions with the blond usually have steps: they start off with a peck, then a deep kiss, then a slightly more desperate deep kiss. after coming home from a long and exhausting day of practice a make-out session is desperately needed.

the first thing atsumu did when he got home from practice was drop his bag on the floor, snake his hands through your waist, and pull you closer to him. “‘tsumu, you’re sweaty” you complained. “i missed you so much babe,” he said, giving you a peck on the lips, “can’t help it.” you returned the kiss that quickly turned into a make-out session. you placed your hands on your boyfriend’s broad shoulders as it progressively kept getting more intense. both of you got lost in the exchange of strong, yet loving kisses. “you forgot to close the door” you said, giggling lightly. “did you seriously break our make-out session to close the door?” he said. “of course not. i broke it because you need to shower.” “fine. but we’re finishin’ this later, got that baby?”

tsukishima is a forehead kiss. his excuse for mostly giving you forehead kisses is the fact that he’s very tall. the truth (that he will never confess) is that his heart melts every time he looks at you after giving you his favorite type of kiss; your cheeks flushed and eyes filled with love. he loves giving you forehead kisses, but will gladly kiss you on your lips if you asked him although he might tease you a little.

you clinged onto your boyfriend’s arm as you walked down the street of your home. the sun was setting and the sky was painted a beautiful orange. tsukishima was talking about an annoying new boy at the museum while you listened him mutter the most gruesome and vile insults known to man against this poor boy. “have you considered the fact that he’s just trying to make friends?” you responded. he looked at you with widened eyes. “y/n, he thinks he knows more about dinosaurs than me. he said that to my face. we will be enemies until i die.” both of you arrived to your apartment shortly after that. you waited in front of your door for your boyfriend to give you your common forehead kiss, but he just kept staring at you. you started blinking in hopes for him to notice, but to no avail. “why are you looking at me like that” he said. you scoffed. “remind me why i’m dating you again?” you responded. “let’s see: i’m amazing, i’m tall, and i love you.” “did you just admit to having a crush on me?” tsukishima rolled his eyes and gave you his signature forehead kiss. you smiled at him, making him smile too. “love you, kei” you said, while entering your apartment. “love you the most, idiot.”

oikawa is a neck kiss. so simple, yet so deadly. everyone knows that oikawa’s charisma is god tier, but his kisses are addictive. they’re soft but leave this unexplainable attraction, resulting in wanting more. he loves kissing you anywhere, but his #1 kiss has to be the neck kiss. not only does he love giving them because he knows what he’s doing, he loves seeing how much impact a simple kiss on the neck has on you. it thrills him that his lips on your neck have an enchantment on you.

oikawa was relaxing on your shared bed while you did your skincare routine in the bathroom. you heard a dramatic sigh come from your boyfriend in your shared room, which you chose to ignore due to the fact you were still midway through your nightly routine. not even thirty seconds pass and you heard the a dramatic sigh come from your boyfriend, again. you furrowed your eyebrows, irritated, and went on with your routine. you finished your routine and were gently drying your face when your boyfriend enters the bathroom and leans on the doorframe, sighing once again. “what is it, tooru?” you said, looking at him through your bathroom mirror. “i’m tired and want to cuddle” he says. he moves from the doorframe to behind you, putting his hands on your waist and resting his chin on your head. “i’m about to finish, give me a minute.” he moves his hands up and down your torso while he rested his chin on your head, his eyes closed. he then continues to move his face down to your neck and gently kissing it, the contact making your heartbeat accelerate. “i’m done.” “finally!” he regained his composure and grabbed your wrist, pulling you out of the bathroom and onto your bed for the cuddles he requested.

© hangezen ˚✧₊⁎⁺˳✧༚

[heyagoatlover]

Tell me about the DExTK fankids owo

That I will! I will put their personalities here and possible future jobs for them! (some personalities I got from a generator)

Red Velvet Cheesecake - A hyper, crazy one! She probably bothers TK a l o t for the smallest things and stares at DE with a smile similar to TK's. When she is older I feel like she would work in the TBD along side her mom and her aunt Croissant!

Churro - He is a bit of a hot head, always having a reason to be pissed off, though it's a wall he puts up since he feels he would be a bit vulnerable if he shows his true feelings. Honestly I feel like he would be a therapist since it would help him understand that he is not the only one going through his anger barriers, but also to help others

Baguette - A calm and stone-faced child, he probably is thinking a lot about you... not in a good way. He is quick to judge others (especially his moms) but willing to give advice. He would be a legendary, taking over TK's place when she decides to retire

Purple Velvet - Open-minded and happy-go-lucky! She always tries to put a smile on someone's face, and can even melt the coldest of hearts. She is so sweet that it's very surprising when others find out her mothers are a crazy steampunk director and a ex villianess who is war criminal. No evil bone in her body! She would own a bakery when she is a adult

Flan - A silly little guy! Purple Velvet in him are apart of a sibling trio that are really sweet and loving. He loves animals (mostly frogs!). Flan will also help run the bakery with Purple Velvet!

Bulgogi - Confident and caring, he is good at leading the other siblings to doing small pranks and being good little children! He is a stickler to the rules and makes sure everyone follows them, even DE's group (who live in the palace). He would be a teacher

Sweet Roll - The third and final member of the 'Sweet Baking Trio', she is also sweet but sassy at times. TK often laughs and says her sass came from DE while Sweet Roll just has a snappy remark. She would help run the bakery with Purple Velvet and Flan!

Gatekeeper - Very imaginative and has a bit of a ego. She often thinks she is 'better' than her siblings and will become the worlds 'most powerful cookie everyone lays their eyes on'. Later on she will become a fashion designer

Apple Pie - A dependent and shy little guy, he is a bit of a mama's boy (mostly to DE). DE would have to guide him on the right path (sometimes literally since he gets a bit too scared to move due to his future seeing). He would be a scientist, trying to find ways on how to disable cookie powers

Tart - A very bitter and untrusting cookie, she will not trust anybody other than close family be with her siblings. She is very good at close combat, especially with swords. Tart would be a fencer in the Hollyberry Kingdom

Chocolate Cream Cheese - Easily scared and very anxious. He does not like being snuck up on and horror movies. He is very close to TK, which is why when he is older he would also work in the TBD!

Tamale - a aloof, cocky, self centered boy. He doesn't feel like he has the need to prove anything to anyone. He will also somehow make conversations about himself. When he is older he will be a lawyer

Banana Split - She is often seen as weird, especially because half of her face matches up with TK's and DE's. She joked around often and very curious of things around her! She is very much gifted in light magic and would become a professor one day!

Butter Cake - Very hyper and loud. She can literally pop out of no where and scare the living hell out of everyone, including Wind Archer! I feel like she might be a daycare attendant and be able to keep up with the kids without getting tired

Lavender Custard (my personal fav) - a very quiet, calm and reserved girl. Due to her missing leg she often gets picked on, but her siblings defend her (and her parents). She loves herbs and gardening, which will be useful when she becomes a adult. She will be skilled in medicine and making them from wild herbs!

[vanilladaises-rp]

⊹₊┈ Royalty Team ┈₊⊹

reaction their s/o suddenly kissing them

a/n: I’m cringing more at this one 😭

Sunmi:

another successful bullseye scored by sunmi, “ha! that another ten points for me!” she cheered with a cocky attitude, “are you even trying y/n? we have three more left and the odds re in my favor right now” she stated making you groan a bit. the thing is you were trying but sunmi was a lot more skilled than you, “I am alright! not all of us grew up playing you know” you scoffed a bit making sunmi chuckle, “clam down honey, I’m just teasing”. it was down to the last target and you both were tied now, sunmi retrieved her arrow, confident she’d win once again, but before she could shoot you suddenly placed a small kiss on her lips, which was enough throw her off guard and completely miss. sunmi groaned and stomped her foot as she threw her bow on the ground, “ cheater! you made me lose on purpose!” she yelled, kinda whining like a child which made you smile in victory, “you just had a mosquito on your lip, couldn’t let it bite you” you said innocently with a smirk, finally winning a match.

Felix:

“this is so frustrating how am I suppose to learn this dance by tomorrow for the ball! I have two left feet and keep messing up!” felix whined as he sat down defeated, he had been practicing all week and still couldn’t get the hang of it, you tried helping as much as you could but no matter how hard you tried he seemed to keep messing up, “it’s okay lix, we just gotta keep going you’re doing your best and that’s what counts” you tried to remind him but he sulked in his seat nonetheless. felix took a small break and you decided to give him space as you left the ballroom for a second. you got more water from the maids and headed back to him, but once you entered you could hear little sobs coming from his mouth, “lixie!? are you crying?” you panicked, kneeling infront of him as you connected your hands with his, “hey baby it’s okay, I know it’s hard but I have faith in you! I think you’re already amazing, who cares if it’s not right I think your way is completely perfect” you spoke to him with a soft tone. felix soon become calm and obliged you for such sweet words, “thanks y/n, I don’t know what I’d do without you” he whispered, finally making eye contact with you. for a moments, you starred at each other and admire all his features, his freckles, soft lips, rosie cheeks and couldn’t hold back any longer, pulling him in for a passionate kiss. felix felt his cheeks burn at first but soon melted under your touch.

Chungha:

into her room seeing you on the bed waiting for her, she’d been pretty busy this month and couldn’t be more excited to get back to your weekly slumber parties, “super cute babe” you winked making her chuckle as she sat down next to you, “you too, sorry I’ve been more occupied lately I’m just glad we’re here together again after so long” she said genuinely, making you smile. chungha and you both liked each other but hadn’t had the courage to really kiss, you wanted to and couldn’t stop thinking about tasting her sweet soft lips since you last saw her, you didn’t know when she’d get busy again so it was now or never, “chungha you look really beautiful tonight and I want to take a step forward in our relationship, do you trust me?” you asked a little shaky with smile, chungha was confused but nodded yes to your question. after a few moments, you pulled chungha closer to you almost straddling your lap, placed your hand behind her head a pushed your lips on hers gently. chungha wasn’t shocked but more excited because she’s been craving the same thing, and once you both pulled away she couldn’t keep a smile off her face, “that was amazing” she said out of breath, making you both laugh.

[cobaltstories]

Scolding Stone

“Look, I already told you that this isn’t going to work! We tried, and we failed. That's the long and short of it.“ A young buck with brown fur and wearing a suit of simple armor was gesturing wildly, shouting to nobody in a room full of statues in a variety of poses.

He turned back to face a particular one. a figure carved almost as if to resemble his own image was standing in a defensive pose, staring at him.

“Oh don't give me that. You know we did everything we could to succeed.“

the statue didn’t move.

“Yes, we did! How could we have known it was guarded? It was supposed to be out in the open, ripe for the taking!“ The young buck pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration.

“No, I don’t need to take this from you. All you ever do is complain. You want us to do better? Give us some actually helpful information for once!“

He looked back up at the statue, which had shifted into a pose mimicking him, fingers pinching the bridge of its nose.

“Oh, I’m being childish?! Since when have you been the mature one? You’re the one who suggested this whole enterprise in the first place, and now that it’s gone pear shaped you refuse to back down and won’t stop whining about it!“

The statue didn’t move. The buck let out an irritated sigh and closed his eyes for a moment. When he opened them the statue was back in its original defensive position.

“This plan of yours almost got us killed! How the hell are we supposed to want to keep going after that? Do you expect me to ask them to keep going until their limbs fall off? Is that what you want? Us to drop from exhaustion?“

The buck turned away from the statue in a huff.

The statue he was facing now was the same figure, with an exasperated expression on its face.

“Well what the hell do you want from us then? I’ve done my best to lead these people, but I’m starting to doubt that you actually know what we’re doing at all. This entire job has been one disaster after another and we have nothing to show for it except wounds that will take months to heal properly.“

The buck felt a sharp pain on the back of his head, and turned to find another statue, its hand raised as if it had just slapped him in the back of the head.

“What the hell was that for?! I’m right and you know it! We’ve been pushing and pushing for months on end and haven’t seen even a glimpse of this supposed treasure! We barely make it out alive most of the time!“

He turned and faced another statue, this one gesturing as if explaining something.

“Oh sure. the same old excuses. ‘It takes time for things to work out‘ yadda yadda yadda.“

The buck turned and began to walk away from the statue, “Forget this. I’m taking my crew and going home. Whatever this treasure of yours is, it’s not worth it.“

The buck blinked and suddenly bumped into a statue with its hands outstretched, as if telling him to wait.

“What? not so cocky now that I’m actually going to leave, are you?“

The buck purposefully closed his eyes for a moment, and when he opened them the statue was looking away with a frustrated expression.

“You have one more chance. Lead us somewhere with an actual reward or we’re done. I’m burning the contract.“

The buck closed his eyes again, and when they opened, 2 statues were before him. one was pulling its hands down its face in frustration, the other had its hand extended as if going for a handshake.

The buck smiled and shook the unmoving stone hand.

“I’m taking my crew somewhere to rest for a bit. I’ll be back in 1 week to talk. You’d better have something good.“

The buck walked into a circle in the center of the room, closed his eyes and took a deep breath, and vanished.

After a moment, the statues began to shift, and draw together. crashing and melting into one another until they all became one, which began to shift and crack.

The singular statue shattered, revealing the form of another buck, fur the color of molten gold glowing softly with a faint gray light. He raised a hand, causing another statue to appear, an exact replica of the buck that had left. 

He let out a roar of frustration and punched the statue, shattering it.

“Arrogant child! He thinks he can order me around!? Who does he think he is!?“

He summoned another statue and shattered it as well, throwing himself fully into his tantrum.

Eventually, the room was covered with shards of broken stone, and the figure was left in the middle of it, panting with rage and exertion.

A faint clapping came from behind the figure. “You really showed him Aurum. He’ll be terrified of what you might do if he ever makes any sculptures of himself.”

The golden buck swiftly spun to face the one who had spoken.  She was a white fox, with red markings along her eyes and ears. She wore a simple, yet elegant dress which was made with the same colors as her fur.

“What do you want, Meigu?”

“What makes you think I came here because I want something? Can’t I come to visit an old friend and dear rival?”

The two stared at each other for a moment, then Aurum turned away.

“So you want to make a mockery of me then? What makes you think I’ll give you anything to throw at me?”

“You agreed to this contest, did you not?” Meigu said with a light chuckle, “One would think that would provide me with plenty.”

Aurum snarled. “If you’re only here to make a mockery of me you can get out. I don’t have time for your antics.”

Meigu walked up and around Aurum, pulling her tail beneath his chin and tutting as she walked. “This entire game is my antics. If you didn’t have time for that you wouldn’t have agreed to it in the first place.”

Aurum swiped at her tail as she swiftly pulled it away.

“Besides, for once I’m actually here to give you some advice.”

Aurum snarled at her. “Advice? From you? Why would I accept anything from one who is more likely to trick me into looking like a fool than help me?”

“You say that as if I’d have to trick you into that,” Meigu chuckled, “besides, I don’t want my victory to be boring. There’s no point to a contest if there’s no challenge.”

Aurum glared at Meigu, and then threw a fist at her, bellowing with rage. His fist connected, and she shattered into a cascade of flower petals.

“Naughty boy, you know what the rules say about fighting each other directly.” Aurum spun, and saw Meigu had appeared behind him, lounging in the arms of a statue he hadn’t created.

Aurum snarled, and stared at Meigu, then spat at the ground beneath the statue. “Fine. What supposed words of wisdom do you have for me? I’ll be the judge of whether they’re worth my time.”

Meigu giggled, and crawled down from the statue, flowing almost like water. She walked up to Aurum, once again brushing her tail under his chin. Aurum’s face began to flush slightly as he snarled at the mockingly intimate gesture.

“You need to treat your pets better darling. You won’t get anywhere by giving them false promises.” As soon as the final word slipped from her lips, she once again shattered into flower petals, leaving Aurum on his own.

For a moment, the golden buck thought about what had been said to him. He then regained his composure and spat where Meigu had been.

“They aren’t pets. They’re my servants” he grumbled to nobody in particular. “And a servant who doesn’t do what they’re commanded gets removed.”

Aurum shifted, and his golden hide slowly turned to stone, which then shattered, leaving the meeting room empty.