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nyarlathotep-thecrawlingchaos · 10 months

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as much as i love buggy, i’m gonna request sanji for the fluffy alphabet!

let’s go foooor… C, D, N, U, and Y please! (my goldfish brain forgot if you said five at the most lol)

i love your work sm and i really wish you all the best!

Yay flirty chef!! Most of the requests for the Fluffabet have been Mihawk so far, which I am NOT COMPLAINING ABOUT I love him a very abnormal amount; but Sanji is just so precious and writing for him just

*melts into a silly giggling puddle*

Aaaaanyway. I very much want to thank you for requesting the letter U, I've kind of been looking forward to it, since it gives me creative freedom to brainstorm further and deeper into the characters and their quirks/psychologies, and I always love doing that.

Thank you for the request, and I hope you enjoy!!!

Also feel free to come back and make requests for Buggy, as I've gotten none for him yet at all. Sad clown noises.

Also also, since someone else asked, requests for the Fluffy Alphabet will remain open until all letters are claimed for all characters; and I'll still accept requests for other characters I haven't listed if I feel I can write them and do them justice, I just listed the ones I did because they're the ones I've written the most. Until I state on my Masterpost that requests are closed, they are very much open!!

C is for Courtship (How would they court you?)

“The heavens must be dull these days with their most beautiful goddess stuck down here.”

Firmly believes it was love at first sight, and Sanji is absolutely determined to win you over. As much as he wants to pull you in by your hands, wrap his arms around you, and tell you he’s loved you since the moment he first laid eyes on you; he also doesn’t want to overstep any boundaries and risk blowing his chances.

Flirty, flirty, flirty. He can’t help it, it's just what he does—but he’s respectful about it, dropping silly little lines designed to make you giggle, hopefully make you blush a little. Beyond that, though, he’s going to make every effort possible to legitimately get to know you; your likes and dislikes, your goals, your dreams, everything, wanting to ensure that you know he’s interested in you for more than just being a pretty face that happened to catch his eye.

If you flirt back, you’re never going to be able to get rid of him, he’s your responsibility now, basically a lost puppy that followed you home, end of story.

He’s bent on impressing you, so your first date he’s going to insist on cooking for you, just the two of you—meeting you with a bouquet of your favorite flowers (he made sure to ask in passing about your favorites at some point beforehand), with a light kiss on the cheek and a soft touch at your waist.

D is for Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning and other such household chores?)

“No, no, you sit down and relax, I can handle this, love. Really.”

Settling down with you would be a dream come true. He does have his dream of finding the All Blue, but if you’re willing to come with him on that adventure, then the journey there would be just as much of a dream to him as the destination itself.

It doesn’t take him very long at all to decide that he wants to spend the rest of his life with you, and he’ll do anything to make that happen.

He’s quite cleanly and organized in general—having spent the better part of his formative years working in a professional kitchen, it’s become a force of habit. If something needs to be cleaned, to be tidied up or organized, he’s going to do so automatically, without even really thinking about it. He would much rather just see you relaxing, will probably protest a bit about you “doing too much” if you lift a finger to so much as sweep a floor.

You already know that cooking is handled. Cooking, kitchen maintenance in general. That goes without saying. Even if you enjoy cooking as well and you want to cook with him (absolute bonus, he loves cooking with you), he’s going to be right behind you wiping down the counters, washing and drying all the dishes as you go before you even have a chance to drop them in the sink.

N is for Needs (What do they need in a healthy relationship?)

“I don’t know how I ever survived without you in my life, sweetheart.”

Sanji can be a bit on the needy side. It isn’t that he lacks confidence, or that he absolutely requires constant reassurance—he just adores you, and wants to spend every minute possible with you, making sure that you know how precious you are to him.

If you’re near him, he needs to be touching you in some capacity. Whether it’s subtle, his hand resting at the small of your back while he stands next to you, or his arm curled around you and touching your waist; or if he’s pulling you back against him, arms around your waist or hands at your hips, resting his chin at your shoulder and pressing a kiss to your cheek, he always wants to be close to you.

Constantly telling you how much he loves you, showering you with praise for every little thing you do. If it gets to be too overwhelming he will back off—but you’re still going to catch him out of the corner of your vision with his own eyes glued to you, smiling and sighing as if you’re the single most incredible thing he’s ever laid eyes on.

That being said, if you argue about anything at all, he’ll be an absolute wreck, apologizing incessantly and begging your forgiveness; and he might need a fair amount of reassurance after the fact that you aren’t upset anymore. He can’t stomach the thought of upsetting you, because losing you would utterly devastate him.

U is for Unique (What’s something unique about them that no one knows but you?)

“It’s fine, just couldn’t sleep. Thought I’d get a head start on breakfast. You can go back to bed.”

Cooking is of course his passion—but it can, and sometimes does, double as a coping mechanism. He has a deeply troubled past, and every so often it might plague him in the form of nightmares.

In which case you’ll often wake up to find his side of the bed empty; to find him in the kitchen in the wee hours of the night or morning, while everyone else is asleep, either prepping meals for the day or experimenting with new recipes to set his mind at ease.

He’s happy to accept if you offer to help, or if you just decide to sit up with him and offer your company. He’ll probably try to convince you to go back to bed, that there’s no need for you to lose sleep, but he’s not going to turn you down if you insist. It’s a gamble whether or not he’ll talk with you about what’s bothering him, or if he’ll keep a bit more quiet than usual while he immerses himself in his work. Either way, he appreciates your presence and your support more than you could ever know.

The menial, repetitive task of preparing ingredients in particular offers a pillar of stability and structure that helps him to breathe a little easier, to sort through that turmoil and make better sense of it; while the act of experimenting with something new helps steer his mind back to the present rather than dwelling on what woke him in the first place.

Y is for Yearning (What’s something that they yearn for when you’re separated?)

“Oh, no, love, I assure you, I definitely missed you more.”

It would be better to ask what he doesn’t yearn for. He simply can’t stand being apart from you, for any length of time. It isn’t that he doesn’t trust you, that doesn’t even cross his mind. He knows you’ll come back to him. He just can’t stand the length of time that you aren’t there.

Your touch, your scent, your face, your eyes, your body—your smile, your laugh, your voice, your embrace, your kisses—whether it’s minutes or hours or days that you happen to be apart, you’re the only thing that he can think about, having you back by his side, in his arms, safe and sound.

Life on the sea isn’t the safest, and he’s going to spend the entire time you're apart worried that something might happen to you. Even if you’re capable of handling yourself, he would feel much better being with you, knowing that he’s there to keep you safe.

And when you are together again, he makes it very clear just how much he missed you, all but literally gluing himself to your side, incessant in his insistence of how much he missed you, how he doesn’t ever want to spend that long apart again.

Even if it was only five minutes. Doesn’t matter, time is irrelevant, any amount of time away from you is far too long.

#sanji #opla #one piece #sanji opla #sanji one piece #sanji x reader #headcanons #one piece headcanons #opla headcanons #sanji headcanons #asks #requests

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thunder-point · 2 months

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hello cole ! do you have any personal favorite phumpeem fics that you would recommend?

thank you for contributing to the small community of phumpeem fics. you’re awesome and your writing is just incredible. genuinely love your works !!!! ❤️❤️❤️

Hi, lovely anon <3 <3 thank you so much for this lovely ask!!! I'm also very glad I can contribute with some silly fics and ideas in this fandom. I usually write many wips for many fandoms but I don't post them haha

Hmm, my favorite phumpeem fics? Also isn't it awesome that we already have like 90 phumpeem fics? They are all precious gifts.

Let me see. Honestly I've read most of them (still hadn't had time to read all but I'm getting there) but my personal favorites?

everything that @alan-apologist has written for phumpeem is straight up undiluted gold. All 10 works left me absolutely smitten. I told them I would frame their fics and put them in my library because I fell in love with their prose and the feelings they portray; so unflinchingly tender and real.

I especially recommend distractions because every scene is just tension-soaked and YOU WILL SCREAM i screamed you will scream (I'm pretty sure everyone already read from alan, because alan is a CLASSIC in this fandom. without alan we would be in a ditch somewhere for sure. thank you alan for all the wonderful fics you've shared with us. you are unparalleled, a gem, you are priceless and i would burn the world for you and your writing) Some other fics that made me soul melt into a puddle of glitter are: Gentlest of whispers in the coldest of nights by Misa (danmei_trash)

-> this was so sweet and fluffy, the comfort everyone needs to be honest. i would take like 20000 snuggling fics in this fandom, just straight up snuggling and hurt/comfort.

Watching You Fall by ImogenegomI

-> this one is insanely intense. a drabble that has so much feeling that it overflows those 400 words, i feel like i read 4k words just by feeling. i tell you some people just have The Gift with words.

there’s nothing wrong with you / there’s something wrong with the village by alienbiarcher

-> the very, very cool @jojotichakorn wrote this if i'm not mistaken, and it's The Peem meeting Phum's parents fic. The prose in this fic made me gape like a fish, speechless and out of place and in utter awe most of all. I still have yet to comment properly my love for it, but I can't not rec it because it has such amazing characterization and the tension is top notch!! Also the comfort!!!!

That's it at the moment. I have more to give, but I feel like I should do a fic rec list separated, just so I can ramble my feelings for every fic individually haha. If you haven't read this (though I doubt because they are just so good) dear anon, I recommend them wholeheartedly!

#phumpeem #phumpeem fic rec #mini fic rec

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acupofqueercoffee · 2 years

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“Kisses and Cookie”

Request by @anonymous

Hellooo!! Your writing is really lovely, i was just wondering if you could write lesso comforting her gf who is having... that time of the month, yknow?? Its ok if you dont want to!! Just know that your writing is making a lot of people happy, keep up the amazing work!!

my obsession with alliteration really shines through in this one eh |･ω･)

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Chocolate and cuddles are certainly the cure to cramps that come in crippling currents, although there are several instances of the stellar combination failing to live up to its name. Beyond levelling off the pain, even when they do offer a distraction to take your mind of the awful sensation, chasing it completely away usually transcends their capability.

During such times when you feel as if a hurricane is wreaking havoc on your insides, your saving grace comes in the form of a palm on your pelvis. The owner of which is your wicked lover with a heart so big, and her love for you that seems to know no bounds. She always wears an air of indifference around her as it is her brand, but for you, she always makes an exception.

You are each other’s haven. The condescending cheekiness that is glued onto her face for the better part of the day is replaced by a bright beautiful smile that reflects in her star-kissed eyes, the spine that is kept ramrod-straight from dusk to dawn dissolves into a puddle of touch-starved goo as soon as her tall frame is engulfed in your arms. With her armour stripped bare, she is not Lady Lesso but simply your Leo.

Dressed in nothing but her button down and your underwear, you have, as you always do, welcomed your lover home with a kiss on her lips.

“Thievery is not tolerated in this household, little thief.”

She has murmured, a whisper of a smirk felt on your pulse point as tiny delicate kisses are peppered across your neck and collarbone.

You have only hummed, arms locked around her back, and face silently nuzzling the nook of her neck. When no retorts are returned as expected of her little minx, a palm has cupped your cheek, tilting it back a touch for concerned eyes to examine you.

“You look positively unwell, darling. What’s wrong?”

Pouty-lipped and puppy-eyed, you have told her how ruthless your cramps for this month have been, for even chocolate and cuddles with cookie, a chubby ball of clouds the colour of milk chocolate; a doggo daughter that you and Leo have been parenting together, cannot manage to fend off the pain.

One of your nightly rituals include lounging on the carpet in front of the roaring hearth. With an unruly head of fiery hair on one of your laps and a fluffy head of chocolate fur on the next, your little family of three will be found savouring the moment, simple in appearance but rich in essence.

Tonight as well is no exception, albeit having some adjustments made. Seated on the carpet between the couch and the hearth, you stay locked in your lover’s arms, hips cradled snugly in her thighs, and legs bracketed by hers, long, lean and delightfully toned. In the center of your legs nests chunky little Cookie, content, tongue out, and out like a light.

Even though chocolate and cuddles remain a constant craving during this time of the month, the ultimate cure to cramps is your lover who is not reluctant to shower you with affections. You are convinced at this point that her kisses hold healing properties. It feels as if all sensations of pain and discomfort are banished from your body as soon as soft lips collide with your flesh.

A candle kissed by the flame, you melt once a blossom of kiss is bestowed upon your nape. The sweet blossoms extend towards your shoulder blade, then circles back towards your neck where a butterfly rests upon your fluttering pulse.

Meanwhile, her hand is hidden underneath her shirt which is presently draped over your frame. One of the perks of having a witch as a wife is that you can do without a heating pad. One glow of her fingertip and her hand becomes the very thing. From beneath her palm, which is pressed against your pelvis, pulsate waves of warmness that bleed into your flesh. They feel delightfully pleasant, drowning out the pain until it is but an occasional tinge of discomfort.

“Is my darling girl feeling better?” You feel her query on the shell of your ear, the answer to which is delivered with a gentle press of your lips on her throat. “Mmhm, much.”

“There’s nothing my hands cannot remedy, it seems.”

Her voice, smooth as silver, soft as silk spills shivers down your spine. Still, you act innocent, head collapsing atop your lover’s shoulder to seek her eyes.

“Whatever do you mean? It’s quite obviously the therapeutic effect of watching a sleeping baby.” You glance over at Cookie who at the moment has her thick little limbs facing skyward, her chubby little belly exposed.

“Seeing as my little vixen is back, you really must be feeling better.”

Your wife smiles in that naughty fox-like way, drops it gently atop the tip of your nose, and when soft caresses of her lips turns into playful nibbles, you cannot help but giggle at her antics.

The jostling of your bodies stirs Cookie from her slumber. Your baby, always a ball of bubbling excitement, immediately climbs up your body on her chubby little paws, joining her Mama in bombarding your face with dewy kisses. As if sucked into a vortex, the pain and discomfort vanish, and if they don’t, you can no longer register their presence under the belly-butterfly inducing assaults of your two beloveds.

In the end, the three of you dissolve into a cuddle pile. The two fluffy heads are the first to be tired to sleep, Leo in your arms and Cookie sandwiched snugly between the two of your bodies. You do not know if it is even possible for two entirely different species to look so alike, but they do, charmingly so, and as if to prove your point, both of them start scratching their noses in unison, your wife with her finger and your baby with her little paw. Brimming to bursting with love, you barely contain the urge to squeeze them in your arms, opting instead for dropping a lingering kiss atop each of their velveteen cheeks.

They say that the universe is so unbelievably vast. It may be so for the rest, but personally, you beg to differ. Your universe is but an armful, warm, fluffy, and positively the cure to all.

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here is the floof baby. a newfoundland puppy but when they’re fully grown boy oh boy they literally become a bear 🐻

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that--unusual-person · 1 year

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Cosmic anon gets it‼️‼️

There is so much more i would do the Starscream like pick him up with my bare cold hands and shake him like the ginger girl from finding Nemo and force him to watch all Shrek movies while all stars from smash mouth plays in the back non stop. Baking him into a cake is also a great options and the salad spinner with him in is just a great way to stim❤️. Just aggressively making that thing turn around and around. i once broke a salad spinner as a kid because i did it so agressivly breaking the handle and making the spinner fall on the floor and partly breaking into pieces. I imagine Starscream just being a puddle at this point, if so then he goes right back in the jar and then i microwaves him because i wanna know what will happen. if nothing does i would bite his head (lovingly) and rattle him around like a dog with their chew toy, barking while doing so and run around on all four running in circles.

I would squeeze him like those stress toys who's eye pop out dramatically and then throw him on the wall and hope he would stick on it right above my bed, that way when i stare on the celling i can see him before i fall asleep ❤️. Bc he is so cool and awesome he should be the last thing i see when i go into dreamland and also the first thing i see when i wake up❤️.

With the others i can't say my thirst for pathetic meow meows oozes for them. Like Starscream has just this pathetic wet sock, crying in the rain while covered in the mud, hopeing you would take him back as a lover while, i will always love you, plays in the back and you just throw a shoe at him to make him go away. He doesn't tho and looks at you with those big silly eyes, you still take him back because there is just SOMETHING about him you don't find in others, kind of vibe.

He is so pathetic and loving, his dumb stupidity grin that melts your heart while his clownery makes you wanna put him in a potato sack where only his head peaks out and put him in the damp,cold, dark basement. He is so dumb and cute and ratty.

Soundwave is just straight up my loving husband that i would wife up and give all my love without the insanity. The Bot is already dealing with so much he deserves a break and a soft tenderly kiss on the cheek while i tell him how great he is. I would draw him like an old painter draws their lover and muse; full of grace and power, elegance that you don't see anywhere else. The paintings of the time where he still was by my side the only thing reminding me how he looks like while my brain slowly withers away. My mind forgetting how his voice filled my hears like a wonderful song and his touch like the warm rays of the sun. But my heart beating for him and knowing even if i forget how he looks like my it will still remember him. Writing love sick writing poetry about the fuzzy warm feeling i had in the past seeing paintings of this mysterious person i clearly knew in the past. Writing about his beauty that shines from the inside out. Watching the moon, thinking of his dazzling eyes feeling cold and lonely not having him by my side, wishing each day that he would finally be here to fall in love a second time❤️ (but your genius for the things you wrote down).

Same with shockwave, but i have to admit i really wanna bite his mono-boob while skedaddling on his body like an insect. My feelings for shocker is in between of soundwave and Starscream.

I wanna cling on his leg and try to shake him around (knowing it won't happen because he is a THICC BOY). he would need me to put me in those child dog leashes or cages to make me stop fooling around and chewing on him. I would probably just straight up gulp down one of his chemicals to mess with him not caring if i die or grow a third arm. I honestly hope i would be his Starscream ❤️❤️ Him observing me in my silly little jar while i lick the glass like stich at the beginning of the movie❤️

I would be the fluffy cat getting petted sleeping on the lap of the villain as they spin around to face the hero of the story.

Anyway i hope it's obvious I'm very autistic about these three.(apologies for the insane ramblings I'm sleep deprived and ate like 13 chocolate muffins).

-thick shockwave/jar Starscream anon

#transformers #maccadam #soundwave #answer #digital art

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tokusaatsus · 2 years

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hi!! congrats on 300 followers <3 i’ve just recently discovered your blog through your event, your writing is so charming and sweet!! i was wondering if i could participate as well and request ritsu with f, g, and k? thank you so much and congrats again :-)

SAKUMA RITSU + F, G, K

warnings: mentions of suggestive stuff

f = flirt (how do they flirt? are they smooth or awkward?)

Ritsu’s style of flirting is so smooth, that it manages to catch you off-guard every time. The things that come out of his mouth are so incredibly flustering, sometimes they render you unable to speak. All he has to do is call out to you to reduce you to a puddle on the floor. He’s a master of his trade, calling you names that make you melt, taking any excuse to put his hands on you, not-so-platonically pressing his lips to your cheek… His touches, his words, his smiles, all of it? Means something. He’s not called Knights’ strategist for nothing. Ritsu doesn’t do anything without it having a part in his overarching plan–that being, to win your affection and your heart.

g = gentle (how gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

All things considered, Ritsu switches between both sides of the spectrum at will–usually without prior warning. One day he might rest his head in your lap and snuggle into you as you pet his hair, and the next he’s shoving you against the wall and kissing the air from your lungs. All Ritsu wants is to love you and be loved by you, so he can’t help it if he gets a little…overenthusiastic sometimes. Still, at the end of the day, Ritsu’s about the softest thing you could ask for. His sleepy smile, his droopy eyes, his fluffy hair…all this gives him the appearance of an oversized cat and honestly? That descriptor isn’t too far off the mark. Because the way he looks at you is nothing short of gentle.

k = kisses (what are their kisses like? where do they like to kiss you? where do they like to be kissed?)

Ritsu’s kisses are like a dance. Filled to the brim with teasing steps, his lips sliding against yours in a smooth rhythm as he giggles into your mouth. He loves to kiss you any place he can reach, brushes of lips over skin that feel like the flutter of a butterfly’s wings… Ritsu can be a little jealous, sometimes leaving little bruises and love bites. Well, it’s not like it’s entirely his fault… He just loves you so much that he needs everyone to know that you’re taken. When it comes to the other way around, Ritsu does not care at all, as long as he gets to bask in your affection. The love you have for him, transmitted in the form of kisses, is something he craves.

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reze txt hiiii~ ty ty !! fhsdkfkj ur gonna make me blush :3 tysm for the compliment aswell <3 but here is ur ritchan !! ty again <3 and enjoy

#⭐️...reze's 300 follower event!#✒️...scribbles!#sakuma ritsu x reader #enstars x reader #sakuma ritsu #knights #enstars

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sunkoi · 2 years

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hi there! i'd like to make a request for my fav train boy enmu, he doesnt get enough attention imho and i feel like your blog is the perfect place for this! (ps. i love your blog!! x3)

so i was thinking: he and his female s/o (who is a demon) go to the infinity castle for some errands and there they meet douma. douma saw them hand in hand and heard enmu shower his s/o with compliments, so he starts teasing them like "aww look at you two, youre so cute together" and other similar things. this gets on enmus nerves a bit but he doesnt say anything because douma is his superior and he doesnt want to get in trouble. but then douma steps closer to the s/o and starts to compliment her appearance and everything, kinda flirting with her, but he was still doing that just to make enmu more mad. at this point enmu is really angry at douma (despite trying to keep a normal expression on his face) so he grabs his s/os hand and announces that they had to leave. douma ofc laughs at this behind his handfan like "aww did poor enmu get jealous? don't worry little moon, im not going to steal your precious girlfriend from you" which makes enmu even more mad and he leads you away while douma keeps laughing. when he and his s/o are back at their house, she sees that enmu is still a bit nervous because of what happened so she decides to cheer him up with cuddles and kisses! then from here you can make it as fluffy and as lovey dovey as possible! >w<

im super sorry for the long description, i didnt think it would be this much whoopsie ^^'' but thanks a lot in advance if you find the time to write this and I hope you have a wonderful day!

Ofc! I’m glad you like my blog!

I am a huge simp for Enmu I love him so much lmao-

Enjoy!

Jealousy

You and Enmu were currently walking around the endless halls of the Infinity Castle. Enmu had just finished a mission and reported back to Muzan on his success. You wanted to tag along too so he brought you with him. Muzan didn't care since Enmu got the job done, but if he didn't that would be a different story.

Enmu suggested that you would take a little stroll before you guys left and you agreed. You both were holding hands as you walked and talked about random things.

“It’s really strange here. One minute your upside down, the next your walking sideways!” Y/n exclaimed, looking around the maze of rooms.

Enmu chuckled at your amazement.

“Indeed my sweet y/n. It’s almost hard to believe that this entire place was build by our own Lord Muzan.” Enmu replied.

“Is this place underground or something?” you asked Enmu.

Enmu thought for a moment before cracking a smile.

“I. I honestly couldn’t tell you. It’s...complicated to say where the exact location is.” he replied smiling towards you.

As you guys were walking, you noticed on how Enmu kept sneaking little glances at your face. you ignored it at first but now you were wondering what the heck he was looking at.

“What is it? Do I have something on my face?” you asked him, feeling your cheeks for anything on them.

Enmu giggled at you actions.

“There’s nothing on you face I can assure you that!” Enmu laughed.

“Then what is it?” you asked, playfully crossing your arms.

“Can’t I look at my beautiful lady without her being suspicious?” Enmu giggled, placing a hand on your head.

You got flustered at his word and your face was redder than the tips on his hair. He took this opportunity to tease the ever loving shit out of you.

“Aww, Is my y/n turning red?~ I must say it’s a lovely shade that suit you.” He teased, getting very close to your face.

You covered your flustered face with one hand and tried to push his away with the other.

“Your making me blush too much!” you whined at him.

He giggled and took you hand that was pushing him away into his, locking your fingers together and giving your hand a gentle kiss. You felt like you were going to melt away into a puddle.

“Ooo, whats going on over here?~” A voice called out from right behind you two. You look back and was met with beautiful rainbow eyes, that gave away who it was.

“Hello Douma.” Enmu greeted.

“Hello! What are you two lovebirds up to today?” Douma asked, fanning himself.

“We were just going for a walk before we left.” you replied, slowly inching to Enmu’s side.

“Aww how cute! You two look very cute together.” Douma complemented.

“Thank you.” you shyly replied.

“Anytime! I’ts not much I get to see one of my fellow moons with a lovely lady walking around.” Douma replied, getting closer to you two.

You didn’t know what was happening or what to say so your mouth hung open a little as you scrambled to say something. Luckily, Enmu saw your reaction and stepped in.

“Indeed not many of us moons have a partner of our own.” he replied.

“Indeed Indeed. Say, your lady is really pretty Enmu! She’s got really nice eyes that go with her h/c hair.” Douma complimented, leaning down and getting close in your face.

“Thank you.” you quietly replied, face turning red from how close he was and his compliment.

“Aww, are you shy? You look cute when your shy~” Douma teased even more.

You were too embarrassed to look at Douma. He was a way higher rank than you and yet he kept teasing you and making you embarrassed. Your eyes darted towards Enmu, hoping he would have a solution. Enmu was standing there, acting like he was fine, but you knew in his mind he was thinking of multiple ways to end Douma’s “life”.

I didn’t know Enmu could get jealous.

“All quiet now? Whats wrong? I want to see another smile on your cute little face Douma teased yet again.

This pushed Enmu to the edge. He grabbed your hand and pulled you towards him.

“I think me and y/n are going to take our leave now. She’s had a long day and we’ve been here awhile.” Enmu tried to get you two out of the situation.

“What?! Already?? We were just starting a conversation.” Douma replied.

“Yes well, we should head out before the sun come up.” Enmu said, trying to walk away.

Douma stood there for a moment before he realised what was going on with Enmu. He let out a laugh behind one of his fan and wrapped his other arm around Enmu’s shoulders.

“Aww, did poor Enmu get jealous? Don’t worry little moon! I won’t steal your cute girlfriend from you.~” Douma laughed.

Enmu slipped from Douma’s arm and grabbed y/n’s hand once again and walked away. You looked back and saw Douma waving good-bye to the both of you. You gave a small wave back and continued walking with Enmu.

After walking away from Douma and making sure the both of you were out of sight from him, Enmu called for Nakime to teleport you guys back to the house you stayed during the day.

The floor opened beneath you and you both fell into it and landed on the floor of the main room # your house. You thanked her and waved good-bye to Nakime before she closed the portal door.

You look over to Enmu, who was standing beside you still, and saw that his face was a little bit calmer than it was when you were talking with Douma. You also noticed now on how tigthly he was holding your hand. It’s wasn’t hurting you but it definitely looked like your circulation was cut off from your hand.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you jealous.” You teased him with a smile.

He turned his head towards you.

“I wasn’t THAT jealous.” He tried and defended.

“Mhm, okay. Says the one who dragged me out there.” You teased.

He just gave you a look on his face showed a mixture of disappointment with a smile.

“I could tell that you were getting a little uncomfortable too y know.” He said, letting go of your hand and taking off his black coat. He was wearing a white t-shirt underneath that was tucked into his pants and overalls that sat tightly around his shoulders.

“I just don’t do good with compliments. You see how red my face gets!” You defended playfully, sitting down on the couch.

Enmu just gave you a smile and began to pace around the room. You noticed this and knew exactly what he wanted. Every time he paced around, he would wait for you to invite him to join you on the couch, or wherever you were, for a good old cuddle session. You sighed and stretched out your arms to him.

“Fine, cm’here. I made you jealous so I’ll make up for it with as many cuddles and kisses you want.” You invited.

Enmu gladly accepted you invitation and practically fell into your arms. He laid his head on your chest and wrapped his arms around your waist tight enough so you couldn’t leave. You giggled at this and started to stroke your fingers through his hair. He gave a bigger smile and melted more into your arms.

“It’s not your fault. Douma is just so comfortable around everyone.” He mumbled, your relaxing touches almost sending him to sleep.

“Yeah. I can tell.” You giggled and Enmu giggled with you.

You leaned forward to give Enmu a small peck on his cheek and leaned back. He lifted his head up towards you and stared into your eyes.

“What?” You questioned.

“If that’s your apology kiss, your going to have to try harder my dear.” He teased.

“Oh yeah? What’s an acceptable apology kiss then?” You playfully flirted.

“This.”

Before you could even react, Enmu flipped you over so that you were laying on top of his chest, and pulled you into a sloppy yet romantic kiss. You were shocked at first but kissed him back neither less. After a minute, you pulled away and Enmu giggled.

“There. That can be your apology.” He playfully responded, hugging you tighter to his chest.

You closed you eyes and relaxed into his chest. The smell of lavender and metal from the train, with a tiny faint smell of blood, was calming and made you feel secure and safe. You closed your eyes and relaxed more.

“Done.” You replied.

Enmu smiled once more before giving you a few more kisses on you cheeks, forehead and nose. You blushed and hid your face in his chest more, making him let out a giggle.

He pulled a blanket over the both of you and decided to relax with you. The rest of the day was spent with you two cuddling the day away without a worry in the world.

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#kny #kny x you #kny x reader #enmu x you #kny enmu #demon slayer enmu #enmu x reader #enmu x y/n #enmu

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autocrats-in-love · 3 years

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Bad Luck

Prompt by @some-messed-up-writing-for-you (prompt #389)

The black cat purred as it lay in Villain’s lap, smooshing its face into the villain’s hand as they scratched the feline’s chin.

“You’re not bad luck at all!” - the criminal cooed, bringing their other hand to the cat’s face and beginning to massage its fluffy cheeks. The animal was quick to show its approval, kneading at Villain’s pants and making their chest feel even warmer with happiness. The adorable sight never failed to melt the villain’s icy heart.

The corners of Villain’s eyes crinkled as their pet’s content purring filled the silence, and the burning conquered city outside their window went forgotten for the time being.

Someone knocked on the door to the villain's apartment. They gently placed the cat next to them and went to see who was trying to come in during the apocalypse.+

The hero's terrified and blood-covered face stared back at them through the peephole. The hero pounded on the villain's door again, desperately.

"Alright, alright. There's no need to be dramatic."

The villain opened the door. Upon seeing them, the hero's expression brightened. They ran into the the apartment and threw their arms around the villain without hesitation. The villain didn't hug back. They stood, frozen, waiting for an explanation.

"Oh, I can't believe it! I had to check here! I wasn't even going to do anything but-" the hero choked back a sob as tears gathered in their eyes.

The villain finally moved--they took a step back and scanned the hero, normally a quiet individual. The blood looked like it was sprayed on them. hands and forearms were also covered, like the hero had been rooting around in a puddle of the stuff. As for injuries, the villain could see a cut or a bruise here and there, but overall they looked fine. Aside from their delicate emotional state.

"What happened?" The villain tilted their head.

The cat--tired of waiting--hopped down from the couch and padded across the carpeted floor. They purred and wove themselves between the hero's legs. The hero's eyes snagged on the animal.

"She happened." The hero pointed and accusing finger at the cat.

"What? She's been with me for hours." the villain scoffed.

The hero's lack of words seemed to return as their heart rate lowered. They took a deep breath.

"Look. Outside."

The villain raised an eyebrow. However, the hero's face convinced them to check. They walked over to the window and pulled up the blinds that had blocked their view of the world for the past few hours. The hero followed, not ready to be out of arm's reach of the villain.

Fires had taken down buildings, and were still raging. In the rubble-filled streets, people with weapons hid behind abandoned cars and postal trucks to find their next victim. Villain watched someone get shot. They screamed silently and collapsed.

"I- what is this?"

"A battle among civilians. The winner is awarded the title of hero and a power of their choosing."

"This has nothing to do with her." The villain looked affectionately at the cat, who mewed in response.

"You stole her from headquarters. They need a new hero."

"They don't have to decide it like this." The villain responded, pointing at the chaos. "And I rescued her."

"She's bad luck. Her existence did this." The hero tried to wipe the blood off their palms and onto their pants.

It didn't work. They shrugged and took the villain's hand.

"You did this too. But I can forgive. Leave her and we can go."

The villain shook their head. "She's too cute. I caused a city to go down for her. I can't leave her."

"If she comes," the hero looked right into villain's eyes. "I'll die."

It was a fair assumption. The cat loved villain and--so far--had let no harm come to them. However, the hero had aided with her capture, and she had yet to forgive them. Plus, the cat was always dramatic with her revenge.

"I'm sorry. I can't leave her. I want to go with you, but-"

The hero stopped them by leaning down and kissing them. They were never one for words when actions sufficed. The villain was giddy when the hero let go.

"I love you."

That confession was the hero's goodbye. They didn't wave. They just headed for the door, opened it, and closed it gently behind them when they entered the hallway.

The villain would never get the chance to return the phrase.

#hero x villain #villain x hero #snippet #not a prompt #kiss #black cat #superstition

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captain-kinda-trash · 3 years

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Hi! I wanted to request some headcannons for rottmnt boys with a reader who gives great hugs and gets a plush hoodie this winter, so hugging them feels like hugging a teddy bear now

Of course!! Thank you so much for the request!!

Teddy Bear (ROTTMNT Headcanons)

This was what I had in mind while writing 🤔🤔⬇

Leo

Let's just be clear about one thing

Leo LOVES your hugs

CANNOT get enough of them

Long night of fighting for justice? Huggies

Gets into an argument with Donnie? More huggies

Hell, even walking past you in the lair, he'll do little grabby hands and act like a whiny baby until he gets his daily hugs �� 😩

But then you get a super soft, super fluffy, super warm sweatshirt?

Dead

He's dead

You're basically like a human heater for this cold-blooded blue boy

Since you've gotten it, you can hardly stop wearing it, because it's the most comfortable thing ever-

And Leo has gotten even more excuses to hug you

"Leo, im cooking!"

"bUT YOUR SOO COMFFYYY 🥴"

Will, without a doubt ask you to carry his lazy ass, just because he wants to snuggle into your sweatshirt

And don't even get me STARTED on movie nights with him

Because what begins as a cold-blooded turtle hanging onto your arm like a baby koala

Ends up being Leo curled up in your lap or somehow wrapped around you with this hot sweater

So while he's practically purring with comfort, you are sweating like a dog

Not to mention, this bitch is just heavy

like 200+ pounds of straight muscle, so I hope you don't have to use the restroom any time soon because it's going to take a while to pry this big baby off of you

I'd also like to mention, that you don't need to tell him not to steal your hoodie

because he’s gonna do it anyways 😎💙

You discovered this one day, when you slipped the article off to bake with Mikey

After a nice batch of cookies was made, your jacket was gone and you began parading around the lair to find it

Only to see Leo, snuggled in his bed and playing on his phone, with your hoodie practically swallowing him whole

If he hadn’t looked so comfortable, you would have been angrier, and just settled for scolding him playfully for stealing it

it was hell trying to pry it off of him, though...

This turtle knows how to wrestle and he will not hesitate to kick your ass over this fluffy sweatshirt 😤

These two things (hugs and your hoodie) combined just make Leo melt into a puddle, and he couldn’t be happier to have all of your teddy bear hugs :>

Mikey

um, have you met this turtle?

KING of hugs

It’s so great how both of you share the same energy

Though he’s more cold-blooded, like Donnie, he needs all of the hugs

It’s just your thing

With Raph, you have fist bumps, Leo, you’ve got a cool handshake, Donnie is more for high-fives

And for Mikey, it’s hugs

He practically tackles you to the ground in tight hugs whenever you get home from school/work and come to the lair, like a happy little puppy

Speaking of puppies…

That’s what he says your hoodie feels like whenever it first arrives in the mail.

Immediately, you throw it on, and Mikey is all over it, petting the soft fabric and squealing in excitement

Can he please wear it?? 🥺

Little Mikey didn’t even have to ask before you shed the hoodie and let him try it on

And OH

FLUFFY...

The amount of cuteness that this turtle radiates when he’s smiling like an idiot and flapping the oversized arms around is just-

He vows to get his own since it’s so warm and comfortable

But he’s very respectful and gives it back to you

Only to attack you in another hug and lift you off of the ground because you look so adorable

“You’re like a little teddy bear!” *excited squeal!*

Mikey 100% respects your space so if you’re ever snuggling, he’s instantly aware of your getting sweaty or uncomfortable and will let up or loosen his arms

Winter days?

Snuggles all day and night

when Mikey (politely) asks to wear your jacket, he’ll throw it on and give you piggyback rides around the lair, because we love fun

And for Christmas, you get him his own, and he’s IN LOVE

Sweater buddies

He gets one in his favorite color and little ears on the hood and once a week, when they need to be thrown in the washer, you’ll keep him warm while he waits.

(Leo gets jealous of all the attention you’re giving Mikey >:o)

Donnie

we all know that Don isn’t the biggest on physical affection

If he wants a hug, usually he’d be the one to initiate, which is totally cool, since usually he’s forced into a hug by his brothers (secretly loves it tho)

He does enjoy your hugs, though he can be a bit awkward and stiff with them at first

If he’s feeling down, needs to be warmed up a bit, he’ll immediately seek your comfort

Even out of his brothers, you’re secretly his favorite

Sure he loves Dr. Delicate Touch, but sometimes Donnie would rather go to someone who isn’t very pushy with solutions, and is willing to listen

And we can also all agree that he has an immaculate fashion taste ✨💜

When he sees the fluffy sweater draped over your arm, he’s immediately running over, analyzing the fabrics, and rushing to get you to try it on

Why? Fashion show

Loves the warmth of your hoodie

And I because “it’s so soofff”

Donnie’s blood runs the coldest out of all of his brothers and he has the most sensitive shell, so he just adores your sweater

Is definitely contemplating on getting one for himself, though he wouldn’t tell you at first, because you might think he’s trying to copy your awesome style, and that would just destroy his massive ego 😩💅

He enjoys it when you sit in his lab with him, maybe rested against his side with your hoodie on, as you play on your phone/read/draw

Also up for snuggles when it’s extra chilly in the Lair, or when his brothers aren’t around, because once again, damaged ego

Movie marathons?

Hell yeah

Donnie will always make sure your comfortable before he gets comfortable on the couch, so you won’t shift around while watching the movie

He’s also very vulnerable when he takes his battle shell off, and in more ways than one

You know he’s got real, strong trust when he does so and will let you carefully hug him from behind with your hoodie on, since it’s so soft

Donnie will also snatch your massive jacket if he gets the chance, and disappear into his lab for days with it on

And he’ll never tell a soul this…

But he loves it the most, because it smells like you, 💜

so it’s like having you right beside him while you’re gone, or when he’s busy building something

Also, tries to use his classic and sarcastic charm when it comes to asking for your hoodie back

“Come on Don, it’s cold outside! I need it!”

“But would you take it from such a luxurious face as this?” 😏

“😒”

“Right, giving it back-“

He totally gets his own hoodie, by the way

Purple (obviously)

But it just isn’t the same as your own, so Donnie might just have yours on and then wrap his own around his waist

Yep

He sure does love his teddy bear 💜

Raph

Okay but Raph is an actual teddy bear-

A big, mom-friend, weapon-wielding teddy bear

He LOVES giving hugs, and most would recognize this, seeing the various pictures and instances where he pulls all three of his brothers in for a great big group hug ❤

He's constantly reminding himself that you are much much more prone to injuries than his brothers, so he holds you like a little baby when he hugs you

(Unless he gets super excited or has a really rough night, so just be aware that you might be restricted of breathing privileges in that case-)

Usually so gentle 🥺

Just picks you up and wraps those huge freaking arms around you like giant pillows

And he LOSES HIS SHIT when you come back with this fluffy ass hoodie

Has this infatuation with petting the fur and running his fingers over it

He has never felt something so soft in his entire life 😩❤

And then when he hugs you with it on-

aUGGGH ❤❤

"Why are you a like big teddy bear?!"

"Buddy, you're just getting a taste of my own world-"

Poor Raph, being the size he is and having such a spiky shell, can't just wear your hoodie like his brothers :(

I mean, sure he could take it so easily

But he doesn't want to disrespect your things, or make you upset, because this man is The Gentleman™

So, rather than asking to wear it, he'll ask to spend more time with you

Not just for the hoodie ofc, but because of your sweet gentleness and warmth

Better quit your job babe, because your new occupation?

Raph's cuddle buddy

He refuses to let you become uncomfortable, makes sure there are the right amount of pillows, blankets, and room for you to move around while you snuggle together etc.

Raph is also a heavy sleeper, so once he gets comfy and warm enough, he'll probably doze off and trap you in his big "arm cage"

Really, his nature is pure and gentle and everything you could ever imagine when it comes to hugging his little teddy bear ❤🐢

@getacactus @turtle-babe83

Hope you enjoyed this little ditty! I LOVED writing these!! 💜💜

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missgryffin · 3 years

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hi i absolutely love your work and was wondering if you knew of or could write something along the lines of “you didn’t think he’d wait forever did you?”

Confession: I started this prompt ages ago and could not get it to come together—until today, when @efkgirldetective posted Prompt #10 of her Summer of Jily, and my brain exploded with how to finish this. So yes, this one-shot is a slightly evil, angsty twist on what was no doubt meant to be a fluffy, lovey prompt 😂 Rated T to M? (I'm bad at these.)

Without further ado, a mashup of "You didn't think he'd wait forever, did you?" + 🌻 + "you're the only thing I'll wait around for." (I promise it ends happy 😘)

Below and on AO3.

Waiting

October air nips my cheeks, chills my bones, as I stroll down the High Street arm-in-arm with Mary.

“I definitely need to restock on sugar quills,” she adds to her growing list.

“Agreed.” They’ve become my bad habit to get me through long Arithmancy lectures, but it’s not like I’m planning on stopping anytime soon. “And maybe Tomes and Scrolls?” I add. “Dory’s birthday is coming up, we could look for a gift while she’s on her date.”

Mary lights up beside me. “Oh, that’s a good idea! Wait, hold on, let’s peek inside Madame Puddifut’s. She left before us, remember?”

I acquiesce as Mary tugs me in a half-skip toward the teashop’s window, wide and foggy around the edges.

Hogsmeade might as well have turned into the Arctic for the way my body freezes just then.

“Ooooh!” Mary squeals, “There they are, look! Merlin, she’s smitten—”

But I don’t see Dorcas; I can’t. Now that my eyes have latched on, they won’t move anywhere else, no matter how badly my roiling, sinking stomach wants them to.

“Lily? What’s wro—”

I know by how she cuts off that she’s seen it, too: James Potter, leaning forward on his elbows over one of those small, doily-laden tables and locking lips with Amelia Bones. I’ve been watching them a few seconds longer than Mary, so I’ve seen the way they’ve been snogging, slow and testing, like it’s their first kiss. They break apart, faces still close, and smile at each other. Amelia looks like she’s giggling, and James is—

I gulp. James has a grin that I’ve always rolled my eyes at outwardly but that has inwardly been melting me into a puddle for the better part of six months. And right now, it’s aimed at Amelia.

“Oh, Lil—”

Tears prick my eyes. Somehow, hearing the pity in Mary’s voice is even worse than the ache of seeing James with someone else.

“It’s nothing,” I sniff, turning back to the High Street and taking off with a brisk walk. Mary jogs to catch up, loops an arm back through mine.

“Lily—”

“Stop.” My voice comes out sharp, and I swallow thickly, try to walk it back. “I don’t want to—let’s just forget it, okay?”

“Okay,” Mary agrees softly, but the way she squeezes my arm tells me she’s not fooled.

I steer us to The Three Broomsticks, sugar quills and birthday gift forgotten in my sudden need for a drink and the type of distraction that can only come from the loud raucous of the pub.

The bar is packed, but I push my way through the throng, Mary veering off to find a table. Before I can order, a shot of Firewhiskey slides in front of me.

“Evans.”

I follow the arm pushing the shot glass up to a haughtily handsome face framed with thick dark hair escaping from its low bun. “Black,” I acknowledge. “What’s this?”

“Ordered too many,” he replies casually, “and you look like you could use something strong right now.”

I chuckle darkly and mutter, “Got that right,” before I take the shot. It burns my throat, and I grimace at the aftertaste.

Sirius is laughing softly. “Ahh, if only Jamesie were here, he won’t believe me when I tell him the Head Girl was slamming shots with me.”

“Well, he’s a little busy sucking face at the moment.”

Shit. I hadn’t exactly meant to say that. My eyes snap up to Sirius, staring down at me with arched brows. I need to backpedal. “I mean—”

“Don’t tell me that bothers you.”

I can still taste the Firewhiskey in the middle of my chest. “Of course not,” I lie.

Gray eyes narrow in scrutiny. “You blush when you lie, you know.”

All I can do is glare at him and pluck another shot from the tray in front of him. “I blush when I drink, too.”

His smirk tells me he’s not buying it. “And you slam shots when you’re jealous, huh?”

My hand freezes just as the shot glass touches my lips, and panic slithers in my stomach. He has me good and trapped, and he bloody knows it.

Sirius leans forward on his elbows and lifts his own shot lazily, raising it toward me like he wants to clink glasses. “Your secret’s safe with me, Evans—”

My throat feels stuck.

“—but c’mon. You didn’t think he’d wait forever, did you?”

The words go straight to my gut and twist like a knife, releasing something even uglier in the process: shame. Because if I’m being brutally honest with myself, the answer to Sirius’s question is yes. I did.

===

“Up you go, Potter. You’ve got, like, three steps, c’mon.”

Curse Godric Gryffindor and his fucking spiral staircases; haven’t wizards heard of these Muggle contraptions called escalators? Hang on—why hasn’t anyone charmed these staircases to move like the one to Dumbledore’s office? I’ll have to look into that.

James grunts with the effort of pressing up through the step, and his weight drifts heavily onto my shoulders.

“Fucking hell,” I mutter under my breath. Tomorrow. Figuring out how to charm this bloody staircase will have to wait until tomorrow, when I don’t have a wasted James Potter draped over myself. Except, I realize with a sigh, I won’t actually be figuring it out tomorrow, because we’ll all be on the train home for the summer.

We reach the landing and I turn the doorknob to his dormitory, my nose wrinkling at the instant smell reminiscent of sweaty clothes and dirty socks. Fucking boys. James sways again, and I tighten my grip on his waist as I herd him through the doorway, chiding, “Still awake up there?”

“Mmph.”

Well, at least he’s conscious.

“Remind me to never again be sober enough to care about helping you make it up the stairs in one piece.”

A snorting giggle emits from somewhere above me as his arm tightens where it’s looped around my neck, and I fight the wave of butterflies that threaten to burst from my skin. He’s deliciously warm, and his heaviness—draped around my shoulders, leaning into my side—just feels so good.

But he’s drunk, I remind myself. Drunk off his rocker, and besides: this is Potter. The annoying bane of my existence (who is actually rather clever) whom I do not fancy (even though he has become rather fit) and who I’m only helping because, despite my readiness to leave him passed out downstairs with the other drunken souls of this Tower, he began in his intoxicated state to determinedly try to climb the stairs himself. I’m only doing this because I’m nice, I rationalize. And also a Prefect. It’s not like I could just stand by and let him crack his head open.

We stumble toward his bed, where he flops down unceremoniously, and being horizontal must activate his vocal cords, because he slurs, “Evansstay.”

Something like lightening shoots up my spine.

Drunk, I tell myself again, more strongly this time. He’s just drunk.

He’s trying to kick off his shoes, and I sit at the edge of his bed to help him before guiding his legs up onto the bed.

“Alright, Potter—”

“Evans”—his hand lands on my shoulder, and I freeze under his touch—“stay?”

More lightning; a fresh churn in my stomach. I find his eyes by their gleam in the dark, but I can’t tell how focused—or unfocused—they are right now.

“Uh”—I manage an awkward chuckle—“go to sleep, Potter.”

He yanks me toward him, and as I brace a hand on his pillow and feel his other arm wrap clumsily around my waist, I realize he’s giving me a hug.

“Potter—”

His voice sounds from somewhere near my shoulder, mumbling, “Mmm love you, Lily.”

My blood halts, stomach lurching ominously even though I’m not nearly as drunk as he is. He can’t mean it; we’re housemates, is all. Maybe friends? Of the tentatively-learning-to-get-along-without-wanting-to-hex-each-other variety?

“James,” I start to protest, “wait—”

“Mhmm.”

What?

“James,” I try again.

“I’ll wait.”

This time it escapes, more frantic than I’d have liked: “What?”

He shifts under me, like he’s trying to cuddle, and mumbles, “You’reth’on—only one I’ll—wait ’round for.”

Absurdly, the first thought that flashes through my mind at his words is panic: does he know? That my gaze has started wandering toward him in class, at meals, across the common room? That I’ve found myself laughing at more of his jokes, engaging in more conversation, finding excuses to stand closer, sit nearer? That I’ve been steadily fighting the crush that has already taken hold somewhere beyond my reach of undoing?

“Stay,” he repeats, voice heavy with sleep. “I’ll wait.”

I feel dizzy, and maybe that’s why my new tactic for escape seems so appealing.

“Okay,” I whisper, and I let my head rest fully in the crook of his neck. He hums, something content, and I try to ignore the way that sound seems to vibrate through my own chest. But it’s difficult—so fucking difficult—when his arms wrap tighter around me and a faintly minty, musky smell meets my nose. For a moment, I lay in disbelief; how has this night, this last hurrah of sixth year, ended in me awkwardly cuddled with a wasted James Potter professing drunken love to me? For another moment, I allow myself to pretend: that this is not a drunk moment between two sort-of friends, but something real, something comforting, something normal, between a boy and girl who like each other.

Then, when I feel the slackened grip and soft snores that tell me he’s passed out, I slither from his arms and tip-toe out of his dormitory and back to mine. Who am I kidding? This is Potter we’re talking about. Nothing concerning that boy, this world, me, is normal.

But maybe…maybe that’s exactly why it could…work? Him and me?

I rub my eyes with a frustrated sigh and make a bargain with myself. If he brings up sober what he just said drunk, I will let myself think about it. About us. And if he doesn’t…well, then I’ll know he didn’t mean it.

===

“She was going hard on the shots.”

“What the fuck, Black, she hadn’t even had lunch!”

“Well how the hell was I supposed to know?”

Voices continue to ring in a haze somewhere above where I sit with my head between my knees, and I squeeze my eyes shut even harder, willing the earth to stop bloody spinning.

A new voice joins the fray: “What’s going on?”

No no no no no.

“What does it look like?” Mary snaps. “Black let Lily get drunk off her feet.”

“Hey now, I offered her one shot. She’s the one who proceeded to take two more.”

“And who let her drink a Bloody Vampire after those shots, hmm?”

“Why was she drinking that much, what’s happened?”

For once, Mary and Sirius fall silent, and I sigh with the sweet relief that gives my aching head. In fact, I’m so swept away in the silence of my spinning that I don’t notice a presence nearby until a hand rests on my shoulder and a voice speaks softly near my ear: “C’mon, let’s get you back up to the castle.”

No no no no no.

“I can take her,” Mary offers, but James quickly replies, “I dunno if she can walk, Mac. I’ll carry her.”

No no no no no.

Mary’s ensuing silence tells me what I already know about my prognosis: not good.

“Is, er, Amelia—”

My stomach churns, and I clamp my jaw tightly shut.

“Oh, yeah,” Sirius exclaims, “fuck, Prongs, you’re on a date! Here, I’ll take Evans—”

“No!” James clears his throat. “I mean,” he scrambles, “I’m Head Boy, so—it’s my job to, um—take care of shit, you know?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Just—tell Amelia I had to—do something, and—I’ll catch up with her later.”

“So, uh,” Sirius posits, and I can just picture him standing with crossed arms and a too-amused face, “just to, you know, clarify…do I or do I not tell Amelia that you’ve abandoned your date with her after you’ve already snogged her to personally escort a drunk Lily Evans back to the castle when there is another able-bodied bloke willing to do it?”

“Fuck off, Pads.”

Between those words and the hands pulling me to my feet, everything is suddenly upside-down: my stomach is in my throat and my heart is in my gut and my legs are as feeble as if I was trying to support all my weight on my fingertips, and then before I can process what’s happening, I’m squished, condensed, inside-out—and then I’m retching onto a tree trunk, the sticky sharpness of pine stabbing my nose and suffocating my throat.

“Sorry,” James says somewhere behind me, and then I feel the press of his hands on my heaving back. “Figured Apparating would make you sick, but I also thought you’d prefer this over being carried through the High Street.”

I pull in a shaky breath and manage to cough, “Thanks.”

Because he’s absolutely right, and if I weren’t so embarrassed about this whole ordeal, I’d be touched by his thoughtfulness.

“Here.” He vanishes the sick at my feet and then, after another wave of his wand, hands me a transfigured handkerchief. I blow my nose heartily and wipe my mouth, and when I’m done, he vanishes that, too.

“Look at me.” I don’t want to, but something about the softness of his voice entices me over my restraint.

I have to fight not to smile at the sight; he’s just James, messy hair swept across his forehead, glasses a little crooked on his nose, cheeks bitten by the wind, smirk teasing his mouth—

His wand points at my face, and as bubbles erupt in my mouth, I realize the reason for his smirk. I’m spluttering, coughing, and he’s laughing, but he relinquishes the spell. “C’mon, let’s get you some food.”

“Hmm.” Food sounds nice. I take a step and quickly realize that was a mistake, because now my legs have remembered that I’m dizzy and my brain has forgotten how to make my limbs work, and—

“Ho! Okay.” His arm catches me around my waist. “Easy. Hold on, yeah? I’m going to pick you up.”

I remember this is a bad idea. Oh no. No no no no no.

But it’s too late: he’s scooped me up, and I must have wrapped my arms around his neck without realizing it. And I don’t know how far we’ve gone, but the jostling movement of being carried is making my head spin even harder, so I squint my eyes shut and bury my face into his neck, hoping the darkness brings some stillness.

It sort of works. His smell—something minty but also sharp—soothes my head, and the soft cashmere of his jumper on my cheek grounds me just enough from the swirling of the world.

A low murmur: “Almost there. You want to tell me why you drank that much in the first place?”

No. My drunk mouth has a mind of its own. “You were supp—suppose’to wait.”

He stops. “What?”

I shake my head, which ends up burrowing myself into him even further.

His words come slowly, cautiously. “Wait for…what?”

My chest is suddenly aching. “Me,” I say thickly into his jumper. “You said—”

But my throat closes, tears suddenly stinging my eyes, and my hurt is surging to the surface, ugly and exposed, and I just want to run and punch and scream—

Lips press into the top of my head. “Shh. I’m right here, Lily.”

===

I smell it before I see it: the aroma of boy that tells me I’m in a certain dormitory that will contain four beds, an absurd amount of Quidditch paraphernalia, a smattering of Muggle records, and a closet full of contraband.

A surreptitious blink shows me I’m right, but also that I’m alone. I allow a low groan as I pull myself up against the pillows. Despite the anxiety working itself through my veins, I’m warm in my cocoon of quilts, and the tilt of the light through the window tells me I haven’t completely wasted the afternoon. I turn my head; on the nightstand next to me sits a glass of water, a half-eaten sandwich, and a piece of parchment with a single sunflower on top. Insides suddenly churning anew, I reach for the note.

Downstairs if you need anything — JP

Another sigh, this one mostly relief, follows, and I slowly test drinking the water (beyond refreshing) and eating the rest of the sandwich (bloody delicious) as I try to think back through my jumbled mess of memories.

But I remember enough to know I’ll need to face to the music and it’s inevitable that I run out of excuses to stay locked away up here, so I pull myself from the bed, freshen up as well I can in the lavatory, and then head downstairs.

He’s lounging in a sofa by the fire, open book propped against his knee, but he looks up when I approach, and a smile—that one that’s made me mush for awhile now—instantly spreads over his face.

“Look who’s back in the land of the living,” he teases.

“Har har,” I reply dryly, sitting on the other end of the sofa.

He tosses his book to the ground and sits up straighter. “How’re you feeling?”

“Still a bit weak, you know. But, um…better. Much better.”

There’s an unsettlingly thoughtful look on his face, and I make a show of looking around the room to avoid it. “Where, um, is everyone?”

“Downstairs, I expect,” he supplies. “And still Hogsmeade, probably. It’s almost dinner.”

I nod, and before I can spare a moment to think, words I shouldn’t say tumble out: “Why are you here? Don’t you have a date?”

A flash of hurt crosses his face, and then he looks into the fire, chewing his lip. “I did,” he finally admits. “But I, um”—he clears his throat, fiddles with his hair—“I went back, when you were napping, and, um. Called it off.”

I’m bolted to the spot, a flurry of emotions spouting off wildly inside. “Potter—”

“Why didn’t you say anything?”

And just like that, I’m blank. “What?”

He chews his lip, still tugging at his hair, and then seems to steel himself with new resolve as he faces me, eyes sharp as talons. “In June, the night before the train. I know you helped me upstairs, and I…I know I…said some things. And I thought you fell asleep with me, but then when I woke up, you weren’t there, and you didn’t say…anything to me the next day. Fuck, Lily, you acted like it didn’t even happen—”

Something about hearing my first name stirs all of those feelings as fresh as though that night had just happened, and I’m breathless. “You remember that?”

He scoffs a laugh. “Of course I remember, I told you I—”

But he breaks off, and we stare at each other. My heart beats on my open skin, but I’m so absurdly drawn to him that not even panic can keep me from scooting over until I’m beside him.

“I was waiting for you,” I explain in a whisper. “I thought for sure you’d bring it up if you remembered, and when you didn’t, I…”

He clears his throat softly. “I thought you were starting to…fancy me. Last year. But then…I figured I’d read it wrong.”

“No,” I hurry to correct him, “no, you didn’t read it wrong, I did—I-I do, I just—”

His gaze has transformed from hurt to fear to hope right before my eyes, and I’m mesmerized into silence.

“You just what?”

I shrug, play with my fingers as I search for words to describe the mess that I’ve let fester in my head. “I’m just—afraid, I guess. I’ve disliked you a lot longer than I’ve liked you, and—I don’t know, I was just starting to realize I had feelings for you when we had to go home for the summer, and then we got made Head Boy and Girl, and that made it even more complicated—”

“Why?”

I blink at him. “Well, what if it didn’t work out? What if we ended up hating each other even worse than before and still had to work togeth—”

“Lily.” His hands cup my face. “I’m going to kiss you now, yeah?”

And before I can think or process or, hell, breathe, his lips cover mine, soft and gentle and yet setting me on a kind of fire I’ve never known before. I kiss him back, slide my hands up his wrists to find him trembling, and pull away slightly.

“James, you’re—”

“I know.” His forehead presses against mine, swallows hard. “I’m just…I’ve wanted to do this for a long time.”

“Me too.” And then I nudge his nose, slip my hands around his neck and into the back of his hair, as I whisper, “Worth the wait, yeah?”

His chuckle comes on shaky breath. “Oh, fuck yes.”

Our mouths slide together, hungrier this time, and I wonder if he can taste how much I’ve been yearning for him.

“About fucking time!”

We break apart, and my neck cracks in my haste to whip it around.

James groans, “Sirius—”

“What?” He flops into a chair by the fire and points at me. “I’ll have you know I take full credit for this.”

I roll my eyes. “Uh-huh.”

He arches an eyebrow at me. “Who d’you think encouraged Jamesie boy here to go out with another bird in his quest to get over you? Me. Who got you drunk? Me. Who sent a fourth year tattling to James on his date that the Head Girl needed help in the alley? Me. So yes, I take full credit, Evans.”

I’m gaping at him, but he’s not done. “Oh, and I also got Remus and Pete to help me do an overnight prank on Filch, so the dorm’s yours until probably, oh, three a.m?”

The bloody amazing bastard winks at me. “You’ve been ogling him long enough, figured you’d want a piece once you sobered up.”

He looks between me and James, sitting beside me in a similar stupor of shock.

“Look, I don’t do this match-making shit often, but I’m pretty sure this is the part where you idiots say, oh, thank you, Sirius, you’re the bestest friend ever, how can we ever repay—”

“We’ll silence the bed,” I answer cheekily, leaping to my feet. “You’re welcome.”

Now it’s Sirius’s turn to gape, but I ignore him and trail my hand over James’s shoulder as I make for the stairs and tease, “You aren’t going to keep my waiting, are you?”

There’s a brief scuffle behind me that culminates in Sirius laughing and James’s footsteps heavy on the carpet. And then—

“No,” he breathes into my ear, one hand sliding protectively around my middle. “Never.”

This time, we scurry up the stairs with equally weak knees; this time, we drag each other through the door amidst half-crazed kisses; this time, I don’t even notice the smell of boy because all of my senses are consumed with the one holding me, kissing me, undressing me; this time, we fall on his bed in a tangled heap; and this time, when we wake up (in the dead of night to the sounds of his friends banging on about stubbed toes and close calls), we are together.

We laugh amongst ourselves from behind the sanctity of his silenced drapes, my head nuzzled into a spot on his chest that feels like home, and his arms squeeze tighter, mouth dips lower, until we inevitably find each other again.

There was a special heat in our first time, I think, a heat that can only be born of waiting. But this heat—this delicious heaviness, this lingering rhythm, this purposeful build of desire—this is the heat that comes from never having to wait again. And I tell him in the clutch of his hair in my fingers, my nails in his back: I’m never letting go.

#missgryffin writes #waiting #jily one shot #efkgirldetective #summer of jily #prompt 10 #reader prompt

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gigglygiddybarnes · 4 years

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Hmmm, telling Bucky you're in love with him and he just melts into a puddle? Something fluffy

The Walking Ray of Sunshine (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

A/N: Alright. Well you asked for this, hope you enjoy(ed) this nonsense piece of shit writing. 😂

The look of love was evident in your eyes as they roamed freely over the man of your dreams. Bucky was sitting opposite you, sipping his coffee and sighing after every mouthful while listening in on Sam's conversation about Redwing.

You've been in love with him since he got here and it wasn't hard to see why. He was charming, he was handsome, he was polite and for an old man he had good manners. If he accidentally cursed around you he would apologize and it was just something Sam never did.

You ate breakfast in peace and had just finished a hot shower to wash away your feelings when a knock startled you. Wrapping your wet hair in a towel you sit on the edge of your bed to put on some socks and yell a 'come in' to the guest on the other side of the door.

Bucky strolled in with his hand in his pocket and a grin on his face, looking like a walking ray of sunshine in a field of daisies.

"Hello sir, how may I help you?" You grin, his energy and happiness projecting onto you.

"Wondered if you'd like to take a walk with me? It's a really beautiful day, the sun is out at least."

"Sure, can you just give me a few minutes to dry my hair?" He nods and promises to come back in ten minutes.

Ten minutes later and he's not a minute late. Your hair is dry and you're wearing clothes more suited to the temperatures outside.

Walking side by side made you feel so giddy inside. Like a lovestruck teenager meeting their idols for the first time. His cologne was really overpowering, and you could easily drown in his aroma.

Bucky took you for a coffee - the man really loves his coffee okay? - and then a walk around central park. Your hands would occasionally brush against each other as you walked together.

"It's so great to be out." Bucky sighs, looking up at the sun and squinting. You don't have the heart to tell him he shouldn't stare directly at the sun, because he looks too adorable right now.

"Thank you for inviting me along with you." You smile, stepping around a couple who were too busy gazing into each other's eyes.

"It's always a pleasure walking with you." He blushes, dipping his face down to hide his growing grin. You were hopelessly in love with this man, and if you had to go one more day without telling him, you were going to go nuts. It was now or never and that was the only prep talk you needed.

"Bucky, can I confess something to you?" Your heart was hammering away in your chest as he turns to look at you, something unreadable in his eyes.

"Of course doll. What's on your mind?"

You, you're always on my mind. You live in my mind rent free you handsome jerk.

"Uh, this might seem forward and I apologize." You take a breath and slow your walking pace down. "I've sorta...kinda had this thing where...I'm a littlebitinlovewithyou." You mumble the last part, realizing it might have been a mistake. It was so incoherent that you were hoping he didn't understand, but the growing smile on his face told you otherwise.

He understood you perfectly. Maybe he speaks incoherent nonsense along side russian, romanian and every language in the universe.

"Really?" He asks, not at all surprised.

"Really?! You really understood what I said?"

"Yep." He grins, his cheeks turning a bright red. "I'm just- you're serious?"

"I am. And I'm sorry for telling you now I just couldn't wait another day to tell you." You sigh with a smile, surprised when he grasps a hold of your hands and brings them to his lips.

And then something you didn't expect to happen - he giggles excitedly, fisting the air in triumph. He looks like he's about to melt from how giddy and happy he is.

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kirausamaria · 3 years

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I got you all for myself (Stolitz fanfic).

Another silly and fluffy Stolitz’ tk fanfic I wrote. Hope some other better fanfic writers will write their owns because my brain is getting dry XD. Cheers!

Usually Blitzo would have sex with Stolas until dawn. It was kind of amazing that both of them could last that long, but after waiting for a whole month for their next encounter it was kind of expected that they were so sexually charged.

Blitzo had been thinking about talking with Stolas about meeting more often at night, but he was kind of hesitant to do so. He didn’t want to look too needy, or look vulnerable in front of him. His heart wasn’t completely opened to Stolas yet, but he recognized he enjoyed their time together.

‘Are you going to untie me now darling?’, Stolas asked with a flirty tone. His wrists were still tied to the higher part of the bed, allowing him to stay seated but unable to put his arms down.

‘Not yet. I plan to finish up my cigarette’, Blitzo replied while smoking on the other side of the bed. ‘I won’t give you any this time’, showing Stolas his tongue jokingly.

‘Or perhaps’, Stolas said, ‘you enjoy looking at me like this, am I wrong Blitzy?’. He smiled at Blitzo, making him cough because of the sudden statement.

‘God damnit Stolas! Do you want me to cause a fuc*ing fire over here? I almost let the cigarette fall on the bed!’

‘Well, is that a yes, then?’ Stolas continued with his teasing.

‘Could you stop with all that crap already?’, Blitzo answered while poking Stolas’ side several times, making him giggle. ‘You won’t want to keep bothering me while still being tied like that’.

‘And what if I keep going Blitzy? Am I making you blush?’ Stolas winked at him in a sexy way, predicting what it would happen if he did.

‘Ok, I warned you, time for you to be punished for being such an annoying bird!’ Blitzo put the cigarette down, sat behind Stolas and started scratching his ribs.

‘Ahahahaha!, Blitzy, please, hahaha!’

‘Don’t give me that sh*t now! You started this, now suck it up!’

‘Both my hands are tied up! This isn’t fair, hehehe!’

‘Maybe, but I enjoy torturing you so who cares?’

Blitzo then started tickling Stolas’ underarms, making him squirm frantically and trying to get away, but he could only lift on his legs a little on the bed.

‘Ahahahaha! Not there! I’m begging you!’

‘You can’t tell me what to do, even as a Prince! I can do anything I want to you’, Blitzo said while smiling mischievously at him. ‘What about this, I will tickle you on your favorite spot so you’ll stop complaining, what do you think?’.

‘Oh no, nohohohoho!’, Stolas answered between giggles as Blitzo’s wiggling claws were getting closer and closer to his neck. Blitzo knew this kind of teasing was making him laugh more. Stolas just prepared for the attack, closing his eyes and trying to cover his neck with his arms while snickering.

When Blitzo’s claws touched his neck, Stolas let out a very loud squeal followed by cute giggles. Blitzo wasn’t wrong, Stolas neck was really sensitive and even when being kissed and nibbled there was unbearably ticklish for him, he would enjoy every second of it, as he never tried to put Blitzo away and still exposed his neck to him while getting on.

‘Ahahaha! No! Stahahahahap! Dohohohon’t use your claws! Just use your lips as you always dohohoho!’.

‘My lips, huh?’, Blitzo said while smiling at the cute owl prince. ‘Can’t see why not. Well, you asked for it!’. Blitzo then proceeded to get close to Stolas neck for what seemed to be a kiss, but ended up being a strong and loud raspberry on the crook of his neck.

‘NOHOHOHO! AHAHAHAHA! Not like that! It 's too much!’

‘Sorry, still not done!’. Blitzo then blew up a raspberry on the other side of his neck, while nuzzling on his feathers in order to make the tickling stronger.

‘AHAHAHAHA! *hic*, AHAHAHA! Pleaseee, I can’t take it!’

‘Oh, don’t come up to me with that sh*t! You can get away from this whenever you want to! Who’d believe such a powerful royalty demon could be converted into a puddle of giggles so easily!’

Blitzo wasn’t wrong. Stolas was a very strong demon who could easily beat almost anyone without any effort, but being dominated by his beloved top imp Blitzo was too tempting for him to run away from, and being tickled silly from time to time wasn’t that bad. Stolas not trying to untie himself and letting Blitzo to do as he pleased was really a big sign of trust.

‘AHAHAHA *hoot*, HAHAHAHA! *hoot* *hic*’

‘Ha, you have started with the hooting, haven’t you? God, what would your enemies do to you if they knew you are this ticklish? You would be so done!’,Blitzo then hugged Stolas’ waist with his legs from behind in order to restrain him even more and drilled his fingers into his ribs.

Stolas started squirming harder, melting into laughter to the point of tearing up. Blitzo then scratched an underarm with one claw and the neck with the other. It was then when Stolas started begging for real.

‘BLITZY, PLEASEHEHEHEHE! STOP RIGHT NOW! I CAHAHAHAN’T BREATHEHEHEHE!’

‘Alright alright, I’ll stop. Hope you learned your lesson!’ Blitzo got down from Stolas and untied him. Stolas just let himself fall completely into the bed still giggling and cleaning up his tears with the bedsheets.

‘Hehehehe *hic*, oh my, that was a little too much Blitzy! I’m crying now!’

‘As you deserve it! I would make you suffer for much longer but I got tired of listening to your cute owl voice so I’d rather forgive you this time’.

Stolas suddenly stopped giggling.

‘What?’

‘What what?’

‘What did you just say?’

‘About what?’

‘Do you think my voice is cute?’

Blitzo just then realized what he had said, and of course he tried to deny it.

‘What? I didn’t! Why would I say that?!’

‘That’s exactly what you just said!’

‘That’s not true, F off!’

Stolas then hugged him from behind then and softly whispered on Blitzo’s ear:

‘Please Blitzy, let me hear it...tell me you love my voice’.

Blitzo shuddered from the tingling sensations entering his ear, he squirmed trying to escape Stolas’ teasing.

‘You jerk! Let me go!’

‘Why? Is this making you blush? Does my voice fluster you that much?’, Stolas said while giggling.

‘Shut up! That’s not it!’, Blitzo replied. He didn’t want Stolas to realize how flustered he was. Also, Stolas’ soft voice was too close to him, to the point of tickling him. He tried to avoid any giggling but it was hard to achieve with his cute boyfriend teasing him.

‘Don’t you love when I’m this close to you like this?’,Stolas continued, now kissing the nape of Blitzo’s neck. That was the final straw: Blitzo left some giggles come out and that just made Stolas more enthusiastic about teasing him.

‘Please, Stolas! Stop! It feels weihihihird!’

‘Oh, is my cute little imp’s neck ticklish too? You’re so adorable!’ Stolas knew that teasing Blitzo messed up with him more than he would ever admit, so he just kept going until he was able to make him confess.

‘Are both my voice and kisses making you melt Blitzy? Oh, you’re so giggly and blushy right now’.

‘Shuhuhuhut up! Just stop already!’ Blitzo wasn’t yelling in anger or anything, he was just laughing at this point, so he wasn’t intimidating at all. Then Stolas tried something else to break him: he started caressing Blitzo’s ribs with his claws just enough to be ticklish. Blitzo doubled the efforts to escape.

‘Nohohoho! Not the ribs!’

‘Why is that? I know here is your favorite tickle spot Blitzy, you laugh your heart out every time’, Stolas said, still whispering in his ear.

‘That’s not truhuhuhue! Stahahahahap, it tickles!’

‘What if I tell you I can make you more ticklish than this?’, Stolas replied in a flirty way. Then he moved Blitzo on a way half of his body was out the bed and hanging, while pinning his legs so he couldn’t stand up and reach him with his arms because of gravity. Blitzo started begging while giggling nervously.

‘Dohohon’t you dare Stolas!’

‘You know what you need to say to make it stop, darling’.

Then the torture began: Stolas started tickling Blitzo’s torso from the waist down to his ribs. Sometimes he would scratch, other times he would dig his claws on him. Blitzo couldn’t lift his arms high enough to stop it.

‘AAHAHAHAHA! PLEASE DOHOHOHON’T! I’M GONNA DIE!’

‘Of course not, I would never do anything to hurt you my cute Blitzy. I just love you so much!’,Stolas cooed while scratching his underarms.

‘YOU F***ING A**HOLE! JUST WAIHIHIHIT UNTIL I’M FREE!’, Blitzo let out a scream followed by a loud laugh. Tears started to form in his eyes.

‘Oh, but you’re not free now, I got you all for myself sweetie’, Stolas replied while his fingers scattered on Blitzo’s full torso.

‘GOHOHOHOD DAMNIT STOOOOLAS! STAHAHAHAHP!’

‘Just repeat what you said and I’ll stop’, Stolas answered and started nibbling and munching on Blitzo's side while still using his hands on his neck and one of his underarms. ‘Will you please say it for me?’

‘ALRIHIHIHIGTH, ALRIHIHHIHIGHT, I’LL FUHUHUHU*ING SAY IT! I LIKE YOUR VOICE! I LOVE TO HEAR WHEN YOU SING OR LAUGH AT MY JOKES! JUHUHUHUST STOP IT ALREADY!’

Stolas finally stopped. Blitzo was so exhausted he was unable to get up by himself so Stolas lifted him up, put him on his lap and hugged him while was still catching up his breath and giggling.

‘That’s one of the sweetest things you have ever said to me!’, Stolas said while squeezing the living hell out of Blitzo.

‘Please let me breathe, I’m about to pass out!’

‘Oh, sorry, did I go a little too far?’, Stolas said in an innocent tone while trying to hold up his laughter for watching Blitzo so flustered and tired to the point of not fighting his hug.

‘You know what you were doing you jerk! God damnit, I’m crying too’.

Stolas covered him in a softer embrace and whispered to him: ‘I love you so much Blitzy’. Blitzo’s face got red, but he didn’t give any smart a*s comeback, he just slowly put his arms around Stolas’ waist. They stayed like this in silence for a whole minute.

‘Hey, do you want to go out somewhere and get some coffee? It’s a nice day to go outside and the leaves are already changing color’, Stolas said while caressing Blitzo’s cheeks with his hands.

‘Alright, but if you try to tickle me in public you’ll go literally thought hell when we go back home, I warn you’.

‘Understood’, Stolas replied while rubbing his cheek on Blitzo’s face, making him blush more.

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#HelluvaBoss Stolitz Blitzo Stolas HelluvaBossTickling Helluvatickles HelluvaBosstickles

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emeren · 4 years

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unorthodox - armin arlert (1)

pairing: armin arlert x fem!reader

word count: 1.8k

content warnings: none <3

chapter notes: the first chapter is a little boring, but bear with me! it just gets better from here ;)

CHAPTER SUMMARY: reader does a favor for her shy roommate, causing her to meet a cute and familiar florist who’s words have a bigger impact than intended.

“shit!” you breathed, squinting up at the sky. the feeling of warm, sticky droplets of water began to pepper your skin, dark clouds looming above. you were in an absolutely foul mood, bringing your free hand up to shield your face.

“what’s the matter?” your roommate’s voice rang out through the phone, oblivious to the plight you were enduring on her behalf. you glanced around, the unfamiliar street and buildings only adding to your annoyance.

“it’s fucking raining,” you cursed, looking for an awning to stand under as the rain grew harder. it was trickling down your face, seeping through your shirt. “okay, where is this place?”

“like i said, it should be on the corner of 53rd,” her voice was muffled, indicating that she was nervously chewing on her finger nails. you rolled your eyes, trying to read the street sign through the rain droplets flying towards the ground. “thank you so much for doing this.”

you sighed, thinking about how desperately she’d begged you to pick up and drop off the bouquet of flowers. “right, it’s no problem. corner of 53rd you said?”

“erm, yeah? i think so,” she responded softly. you had no idea where you were, hopping off the subway at an unfamiliar stop. by the looks of it, there was no 53rd in sight. there was, however, a promising looking building on the corner.

“sash, what’s the place called?” you prompted, trying to blink away the water dripping down your face. your roommate was utterly incapable when it came to boys, especially the one she’d quote on quote ‘fallen head over heels’ for. he’d rendered her a social mess, hardly able to form a sentence let alone drop off a bouquet of anonymous flowers. that left the job up to you, the ever dependable friend.

sasha shuffled around on the other line, your legs carrying you towards the green building. “i think it’s like ackerman flowers or something along those lines.”

low and behold, the building had a large beige sign that promptly read out ackerman flowers in pretty writing. you thanked your lucky stars that you wouldn’t have to wander around in the pouring rain much longer, attempting to wipe your face dry before stepping inside.

“alright, i’m here sash,” you sighed, getting ready to hang up.

“wait!” she cried out, voice seemingly hesitant. you rolled your eyes, wanting nothing more than to be out of the rain. “could you, um - could you put a note in it?”

“a note?” you asked, dumbfounded. you stepped to the side as an older man left the shop, umbrella in hand.

“yeah,” sasha muttered, voice growing quiet. “like a love note or something. but don’t sign my name!”

you involuntarily laughed, phone nearly slipping from your wet hand. “sorry, um, yeah. i can do that.”

“thank you so much,” with that, you ended the call, slipping your phone into your pocket.

the rain lightened as you eyed the outside of the building. it was painted a deep forest green, a small metal table sitting out front. there was one large window, filled with all sorts of differently colored flowers and plants. the building looked homey, or maybe that was because you were desperate to get out of the rain.

a bell dinged as you pushed the door open, greeted by a gush of warm, humid air. the small shop smelled like greenery and jasmine tea, filled to the brim with flowers. it looked like a scene from a movie, the window allowing the grey toned light to wash over the plants. you breathed out in awe, eyes scanning the dark brown desk for an employee, but were met with a fat, fluffy cat.

it was a light yellow color, lounging comfortably on the desk as if it were a bed. you slowly made your way over to it, the creature blinking up at you bemusedly with a pair of large, glassy eyes. you smiled at it, scratching behind its ear as you waited for an employee to show up.

“oh, i’m sorry,” you were startled from the cat by a surprised voice, eyes snapping up to land on a boy about your age wearing a dark green apron. there was something oddly familiar about him; blonde fluffy hair and light blue eyes. his features were rounded yet pronounced, an apologetic look on his face. “i didn’t hear you come in, i was in the back.”

“that’s alright,” you smiled, trying to pinpoint exactly where you’d seen him before. his gaze followed your hand to the cat, a small grin on his face.

“i see you’ve met erwin,” he said softly, wiping his dirt covered hands on his apron. you quirked a brow, silently asking him to elaborate. who names a cat erwin? “he’s the owner’s. i think he was named after an old friend of sorts.”

“oh, that’s such a weird name for a cat,” you scrunched your nose, looking back down to the fluffy beast. the boy nodded, leaning on the front desk.

“levi’s not very personal, so i never got a backstory,” his long fingers reached up to glide down the cat’s back, scratching right at the base of his tail. he sighed before standing again, folding his hands on the counter. you gave the cat one last pet, noticing the boy’s confused stare. “is it raining outside?”

“huh?” you frowned, realization dawning on you as your hand came up to pat your wet head. “oh, yeah. it started pouring right when i got here.”

the boy’s mouth formed an ‘o’, the light glinting off of his name tag. you squinted slightly, making out the name armin. odd, you thought. never heard that one before.

“well, cat and rain aside, what can i help you with?” he asked. you couldn’t help the slight embarrassment you felt when you considered how you were dripping water onto the ground, a small puddle forming by your feet. armin didn’t seem to notice, or if he did, he didn’t say anything about it.

you let out a breath, giving him a smile. “right. i’m looking for a flower arrangement that is simple yet, uh, romantic?” you quoted sasha, watching as armin took in the information.

he nodded his head, a contemplative look in his eyes. “i think i might have a good idea.”

your eyes followed him as he slipped past the counter, walking up to one of the bundles of baby’s breath. you took a moment to glance him up and down, a light blue crew neck and dark jeans underneath his green apron. you’d be lying if you said he wasn’t attractive; a slim, muscular physique and broad shoulders.

armin flitted around the small space, grabbing some of this and some of that, absentmindedly muttering to himself. you leaned against the counter as he came up, a beautiful selection of flowers in his hands.

“how about this?” he beamed, walking behind the counter to grab wrapping for the stems. you had to give it to him, the arrangement was gorgeous: flowers of various lavender and baby blue tones. it was soft and sweet, just what sasha wanted. “or, if you’d rather, i can go for the more romantic rose approach.”

he was leaning forward on the desk, looking up at you through his brows. something about his stare made your face burn. “no, these are perfect!”

armin chuckled lightly, his own cheeks a light shade of red. “i’m glad you think so. do you want ‘em wrapped up?”

“yes, please,” you replied, watching as his long fingers placed the bouquet in a light brown paper wrapping. he carefully folded it, tying it off with a piece of twine. something about the situation was sweet, armin giving you a small smile as he handed you the wrapped flowers.

it felt cliche, his hand grazing yours as you grabbed it from him. you looked down, trying to avoid eye contact as you fished through your pocket for the fifty dollar bill sasha had given you.

suddenly you remembered her odd request, eyeing armin as he got your change. you certainly didn’t know how to write a love note, and knew that sasha would be no help. swallowing the small amount of embarrassment you felt, you decided to ask anyway.

“hey, armin?” he looked up from the cash register, face slightly surprised.

“how do you... oh,” he blushed, looking down briefly. “name tag. what is it?”

you glanced at erwin the cat, swallowing your pride. “this is kinda weird, but would you be willing to write a love note? anonymous of course.”

armin’s brows raised in shock, mouth forming a little ‘o’. you quickly tried to fix the odd question.

“it’s just - i don’t know how to write one and i’m a little stumped,” you explained. armin gave you a small smile, grabbing a pen from the cup beside the card reader.

“well, lucky for you, i’m majoring in literature,” he gave you a lopsided grin, quickly scribbling something down on the paper. once he was done, he leaned forward, placing it amongst the petals. “there you go. oh, and here’s your change.”

“thanks,” you beamed, pulling the bouquet close to your chest. armin nodded, happy to be praised. “have a good day.”

you turned to leave, giving erwin one last pet before making your way towards the door. armin gave you a small wave as you left the shop, disappearing from view.

the rain had let up, sun peaking through the clouds. you smiled, quickly making your way towards the subway station, excited to get home.

you’d decided not to pry when sasha’d asked you to pick up the bouquet and drop it off at niccolo’s dorm room. she’d been embarrassed, clearly way too shy to do it herself. you hadn’t asked questions; just decided to get the flowers and drop them off without further discussion.

as you sat on the hard, plastic subway chair, you could feel that utter indifference starting to melt away. maybe it was because of the sweet florist, or maybe it was because of the way that the love note bounced tauntingly among the flowers. your fingers itched to read it, silently cursing yourself as you lifted it with your pointer and thumb.

armin’s handwriting was neat; a soft mix of cursive and regular lettering. you glanced around the train car, making sure there was no one else there. it was paranoid, but something about it felt embarrassing nonetheless.

after making sure there was no one else there, you looked back to the small note. your heart stopped as you read over his words.

there’s something simple about feelings like these - they remind me of an early morning sunrise; fresh and familiar. warms my heart and soul just thinking of you.

something about his corny words made your stomach flip, the sight of his soft face flashing in your mind. yup, you thought. i’m definitely embarrassed.

why am i feeling this way?

<3 <3 <3

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random-mha-thoughts · 4 years

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Baby (Bakugou x Reader)

Pairing: Bakugou x Reader

Anon requested: “Hiii!! I jus wanna say ur writing is one of the best I've read so far (and I've read a lot). It's been a while since I've read a oneshot that made me feel tingles (u know why I mean right, it's hard to explain 😅) anyway jus wanna say I love ur writing!! Also, if u don't mind I'd like to request a fluff with bakugou where he gets his wisdom teeth removed and he just becomes the softest thing everrrrr! :) if ur not taking requests rn I dont mind if u skip this one. Adios ;)"

Thanks for the kind words and the request anon! I hope you like it~

Genre: Floof. Pure, plotless floof

Word count: 973

Tags: @yuki-osaki @liviitehe @iamsoftsodonttoucheume-blog @bunnythepipsqueak

a/n: Today was tiring as hell. I got up at 7:30 to study for my exam at 1 pm and I had a 2 hour lecture to go over after that. I feel like I was studying for a good 10 hours today alone and I was already tired this entire week. And it's only Wednesday... Which is why I couldn't wait to write this! I was in dire need of some plain, quick, simple, plotless floof, so I’m happy I had this request to fill next. I hope you guys out there are in a good mental state as the semester is wrapping up, and if not I hope this cheered you up a bit!

Also (I’m a few days late but still) Ramadan Mubarak to my muslim readers/followers! I wish you an easy fast, willpower, and spirituality in the following month. You got this! I’ll also try to include NSFR warnings if anyone wants? I know swearing and spicy stuff aren’t allowed, but I’m not 100% sure about the fluffy stuff so let me know!

"This way, Katsuki, let's go." I gently pull my boyfriend down the street, capturing his arm in mine to balance his wobbly gait.

He mumbles something incoherent and leans into me. "We going home now?"

"Yup, I already picked up your medication. Are you keeping that ice pack on your face?"

"Yeeees," he groans. Katsuki usually hates it when I mother him, but today he really needed it. Poor guy was scared of having his wisdom teeth removed and didn't trust anyone else to accompany him. It's kind of endearing, especially since he's become such a giant, clumsy mess now. "You're becoming my mom."

"Well, you are acting like a lost child right now, who else is gonna take care of you?" I squeeze his hand reassuringly.

He hums in response before leaning onto me, "I guess I'm really lucky then." Removing the ice pack, he pokes his cheek. "Can you kiss it better?"

I blink, completely floored by his request. I know the anesthesia has its effects on people, but it seems it makes Katsuki way more soft and needy than usual.

Not that I'm complaining.

I stand on my toes and peck his cold cheek. "Is it better now?"

"Mmm, I'll probably need another dose in an hour," he encircles both of his arms around one of mine, "I'll let you know how the pain is."

Gosh, he's just gonna be adorable for the rest of the day, isn't he? "Should I drop you home or do you want to rest at my place?"

Katsuki's arms crawl over to envelop my torso from behind. "Your place, of course," he half giggles, his breath tickling my ear.

I chuckle at his behavior, directing us towards the nearest station. I'm definitely gonna enjoy this. A small part of me almost wants to record him, but I'd rather just enjoy these few moments I have of him acting this way. I'm too nice to embarrass him like that.

Since it's the middle of the day during the week, the station and the train seats are mostly empty. Katsuki gets comfortable, sprawling his legs across the cold bench and resting his head on my lap. He keeps one of his hands messily entwined with mine and lets me use my free hand to play with his hair. I gaze down at him, smiling to myself. Katsuki being soft and lovable like this is a once in a lifetime opportunity. Of course I know he loves me already, but to see him without the whole harsh persona is definitely something else. The blooming warmth stirs me to press a soft kiss on his forehead. My little Katsu.

He opens his eyes to stare up at me, asking out of the blue, "Do I look or sound weird?"

The childish innocence he asks the question with makes me chuckle. "Not at all, babe."

His crimson orbs continue boring into mine for a moment, just holding my attention, before he reaches up and brings my head down to kiss his lips. The motion takes me by surprise since he's not the type to take PDA this far in public. The heat rushes to my cheeks, and I'm eternally grateful that this car is almost empty, and the few people here with us are busy fiddling with their phones.

"You missed, dummy," Katsuki beams before closing his eyes again.

My heart thumps. He's so adorable sometimes. His toothy smile was just the right amount of cute and loving, the rarest smile I've seen only once before. I want to melt into a puddle and pinch his cheeks

You big dork. I continue threading my fingers into his hair, the rattling of the train relaxing the tired boy.

Once we arrive at my apartment, Katsuki shrugs out of his jacket and shoes and situates himself under my kotatsu, not even bothering to turn it on; he just grabbed one of the long cushions, stuck it under his body, and knocked himself onto his side. As I'm still removing my outer clothes, he reaches one arm out and makes grabbing motions. "Babe, come lay with me," he practically whines out.

Is he pouting? I want to laugh at his needy behavior, but I'll admit I want to cuddle with him too. After the procedure he's been through and the pain he's going to experience in the next few days, he deserves all the hugs he wants. Who am I to deny him? I plug the wire in and turn the switch on before lifting the blanket up and squirming underneath. Without wasting any time, Katsuki pulls my body flush into his chest, wiggling both of us farther underneath.

The needy boy lets out a satisfied sigh as the blanket starts heating up. His head pulls back to look down at me, hooded scarlet eyes trying not to close as they brim with affection. "You're my favorite." His thumb at my cheek softly rubs at my skin.

I close my eyes and nuzzle his hand. "Your favorite what?"

"Anything and everything." He plants a kiss on top of my head. "You're just my favorite thing."

Despite the fresh wave of warm tingles humming through me, I tease him, "So I'm a thing now?"

Instead of groaning like he would under normal circumstances, he crushes me closer to his body. "Yeah, you're my teddy bear now, and you're not going anywhere for the rest of the day."

"But what if it gets really hot under here, Katsu?"

"Nope, you're still staying," he shakes his head like a stubborn kid, his voice already drooping into sleep before he yawns. "You have to cuddle all my pain away."

As if I need a reason to cuddle you all day, silly. My hand pats his back in a steady rhythm. "Whatever you say, my baby Katsu."

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hotpinkhoshi · 4 years

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let me (m) | park chanyeol

pairing: park chanyeol x f! reader

genre: little angst, fluff, smut

word count: 2.5k

summary: after a rough day in the studio, chanyeol knows a surefire way to make himself feel better.

a/n: umm hi everybody! i know this may not be what you’re used to or what you expected if you haven’t been following my blog. i’ve been captured by park chanyeol, and i’m still coming to terms with it but i desperately wanted to try to write a cute fluffy drabble for him. it ended up at 2.5k and a little smutty. also, i haven’t been writing as much as i’d like to lately, so... forgive me if you can tell that i’m a bit rusty!

You first noticed something was off when Chanyeol was quiet entering your shared apartment. Normally, he’d be calling out for you or for Toben, or perhaps singing softly to himself. More often than not, he was in an exceptional mood when he got off work and finally came home to you.

But today was different. Chanyeol simply walked through the front door and locked it behind him, setting his keys onto the wooden table set up in the entryway. You stood in the kitchen, halfway done chopping up the veggies you needed for tonight’s dinner. Toben was curled under the kitchen table, more than happy to be left on his own with his favorite stuffed toy.

“Yeol? Is that you?” you called, after noticing that he didn’t greet you as normal.

“It’s me,” came his reply, his tone low and without inflection.

You listened as his slippered steps carried through the apartment into the kitchen, setting your knife down and wiping your hands on a towel. When you turned to look at Chanyeol, you could read it all over his face.

Chanyeol didn’t often have bad days. He had long days, tiring days that drained his energy near his breaking point, but he rarely had days that had his mouth fixed into a frown and a crease settling deep between his brows. Today seemed to be one of those days.

“Oh, babe,” you said, your own mouth turning down into a sympathetic pout. “What happened?”

Something about the way he looked, ears sticking out from under his beanie, enormous hoodie draped over half his body, and his pink house slippers just made you want to melt into a puddle. The pathetic, yet adorable expression was just the cherry on top.

“Mmph,” he grunted, closing the distance between your bodies to wrap his arms around your waist. He ducked down, burying his head into your neck. “Don’t wanna talk about it,” he mumbled as you circled your arms around his torso.

The whine in his voice let you know that whatever had him so pouty was nothing serious. More than likely, it was a particularly difficult day in the studio, one of those sessions where nothing seemed to come out right.

You stood there for as long as he needed you to, letting his warmth envelop you completely. Bit by bit, you felt some of the tension leave his body. No words were needed as he relished in the comfort that your presence brought him.

“Baby,” he finally said, pressing a sweet kiss to your neck. “Can dinner wait? Kinda just want to cuddle with you for a while.”

Years into your relationship, and he could still make your heart swell as if you were still in the midst of falling in love. Even something as simple as a kiss, expertly placed right at your sweet spot, was enough to have your pulse racing.

“Of course,” you answered, arms sliding around to his front so you could clasp his hands in yours. Once he’d pulled away enough for you to see his face, you leaned up on your tip toes to place a kiss to the freckle on his nose.

You let Chanyeol lead you back to the bedroom where he didn’t bother flipping the light switch, just tugged you to the bed. After he flopped onto his stomach, you stifled a giggle and climbed in after him, snuggling up to his side.

In the process of maneuvering into the desired cuddling position, Chanyeol’s beanie slipped off to reveal his wildly messy hair, making him look all the more kissable. Especially with that little pout and puppy dog eyes he was giving you.

“How was your day?” he asked softly. He had scooted down the bed, his face resting against your stomach as his arms looped around your waist.

You shrugged and rested your hands on his broad shoulders. “It was good. Missed you, though,” you told him honestly.

Chanyeol chuckled, his breath tickling your stomach where your shirt had ridden up. “I always miss you.”

“Yeah?” you asked.

“Mm. Can you play with my hair?”

Your lips quirked into a smile as you slipped a hand up the nape of his neck into the soft waves of his hair. The man might have been a head taller than you and be able to pick you up as if you weighed nothing, but he had no shame asking for you to rub his back or play with his hair when he couldn’t sleep, or needed some extra comfort.

“Is everything okay?” you whispered.

Chanyeol hummed, eyes still closed, and you felt his shoulders shrug. “Just wasn’t a good day. Thought I could finish the song today but I just couldn’t get it right.”

You could hear the disappointment in his voice, directed at himself alone. He was hard on himself when his creativity didn’t cooperate with his plans, and you absolutely understood. In his industry, he was constantly working towards a deadline no matter how inspired or drained he was feeling.

“I’m sorry baby.” You slid your fingers through his hair, petting the back of his head softly. Chanyeol brought you closer and nuzzled into your tummy, his eyelashes tickling your skin.

“S’okay,” he whispered.

A few minutes of silence passed between the two of you, just enjoying each other’s company in the quiet of the home that you shared together. Your eyes fell shut after a while, though your fingers continued to card through Chanyeol’s hair.

Just as you were nearly drifting off, you barely registered the feeling of his body shifting, ever so slightly. Then he was pushing your shirt up, revealing a larger expanse of your torso.

Goosebumps formed as Chanyeol pressed his lips against your skin, soft and featherlight. You shivered, your eyes fluttering open.

“Yeol.”

“Yeah?”

“What’cha doing?”

You felt him smile mid-kiss. “Mm, I’m just cuddling.”

Running your tongue over your teeth, you stifled a gasp when his touch traveled lower, dangerously close to the waistband of your leggings.

“Baby,” you whispered, lifting your head to stare down at him.

You were met with a mischievous stare, that glint in his eye telling you everything you needed to know. Maybe he’d had a bad day, but Chanyeol was a man that knew what he wanted. There was usually little to no room for persuading him otherwise.

“What? You don’t like it?”

A kiss under your bellybutton had you swallowing instead of answering at first, the movement of your fingers in his hair coming to a halt.

“Oh, no, I do. I just… didn��t think you’d be in the mood. For this.”

Chanyeol only hummed and shook his head, dragging his lips down even lower. His arms untangled from under your body, big hands traveling along your sides, warming you up with his touch.

“Can I?”

His voice was quiet, a seemingly innocent question. If you had answered no, that you simply weren’t in the mood or you were too tired, you knew he would back off. But for him, the answer was always yes.

At first, you’d been embarrassed how quickly he could have you spreading for him, folds dripping with arousal and voice begging for him to touch you. But Chanyeol had quickly shown that you had no reason to be bashful around him.

“Mhm,” you replied, hips lifting as your leggings were peeled from your legs. “But I wanna make you feel better.”

Chanyeol looked up at you then, his big eyes twinkling with stars and the sweetest smile on his lips. “Trust me, this will make me feel better.”

His smile was so contagious that you found yourself laughing softly, fingers trailing down to the tips of his ears. You squeezed the cartilage playfully and wiggled your hips as warmth traveled through your entire body.

As always, Chanyeol took his time. He liked to build you up, make you quiver for him and beg, before finally diving in and giving you what you wanted. It drove you insane in the most glorious way.

You got comfy, enjoying the gentle kisses he was peppering onto your stomach and hips, his hands gripping your sides to hold you in place. At this point, he knew your body and the way you liked to be handled. He knew you loved when he put his hands on you and handled you however he pleased.

“Legs up,” he whispered, at the same time he scooted down the bed until his head was between your thighs.

You obeyed, lifting each of your legs to hook them over his shoulders. When Chanyeol went down on you, he liked to press as close to you as he could, have your thighs pressing so tightly into his face that you could feel each clench of his jaw. And you couldn’t complain.

“My pretty girl,” Chanyeol muttered, as if to himself, as he leaned in to kiss your thighs.

“Do you have to tease?” you asked, huffing softly and jerking your hips. Just ten minutes ago, you hadn’t been in the mood in the slightest, and now he had you squirming and praying for him to get on with it.

Chanyeol chuckled, the deep tone sending tingles down to your fingertips. “I just wanna enjoy you. Is that okay?”

It was a sweet sentiment, but you knew him well enough to know that it was mostly because he wanted to drive you crazy. “I guess.”

For a few more minutes, Chanyeol dragged it out, though you were grateful when he pulled back briefly to remove your underwear. His kisses got closer and closer to the place you needed him most and you found yourself breathing heavier, pulse racing with anticipation.

“Baby,” you started to whine, just as Chanyeol flattened his tongue to lick a stripe up your center. You gasped, then groaned, fingers digging back into his hair to squeeze tightly.

The act encouraged him. He delved in and got to work, latching his mouth around your clit while flicking his tongue back and forth at a quick, practiced pace. You were loud, now, your moans and whimpers echoing throughout the apartment.

Chanyeol alternated between sucking and licking your clit, all while he held your thighs around his shoulders, his fingers digging into your flesh to keep you in place.

“Right there, oh-” you whined. “Feels so good, Yeol, you’re so good…”

Maybe this was why he had been so adamant about tending to you, rather than letting you take care of him. As much as you wanted to get on your knees for him and cheer him up, you knew he needed this. He needed to be reminded that he was a man, capable of anything, including making you come with just his mouth.

Words were tumbling from your lips, praises of his mouth and his tongue, the way he was making you feel, and how much you loved him. It seemed the more you egged him on, the faster he went, the more determined he was to send you towards your peak.

You lifted your head and stared down at him because you loved to watch, and you were not disappointed. Chanyeol’s face was buried between your thighs but his eyes, they were open, staring back up at you.

“That’s it baby, fuck. You’re the best. Right there, yeah,” you whispered, gulping as you drew your bottom lip between your teeth.

There was determination in his eyes, a dangerous and exhilarating stare that you had come to know very well. You could feel the pressure building and the heat practically radiating off your skin the closer you got to the edge.

You started to squirm, both trying to draw yourself closer and further from the overwhelming pleasure at the same time. Chanyeol didn’t miss a beat, tightening his arms around your thighs and shoving his face deeper into your heat.

“I’m g-” you stuttered, fingers clawing at his hair, the hood of his sweatshirt, his sleeve, until both hands found the back of his head and gripped it firmly. “I’m gonna-”

Chanyeol hummed against you, the deep vibrations like a shockwave straight through your entire body. The tension snapped and you cried out, nearly sobbing from the euphoria he’d given you in such a short time.

Your body jerked with each wave of pleasure, back arching off the bed and hips wriggling despite how hard he was holding onto your flesh. His mouth never stopped licking and sucking, creating obscene noises that only made your orgasm more intense.

When it all became too much, you found yourself bending away from him, pushing at his head to avoid overstimulation. There was a time and place for that, and to be honest, he didn’t have the stamina for it today.

So he just kissed your skin, gently stroking your thighs and kissing over your stomach as you came down from your high. Your chest heaved with deep breaths and when you opened your eyes, you found they had been clamped shut so tightly there were stars in your vision at first.

Once he was hovering over you, you wrapped your arms around his neck and brought him down for a kiss. You tasted yourself and smiled, not ashamed to enjoy it. When you pulled away, Chanyeol tucked his face into your neck just as he had earlier, though this time he felt a thousand times lighter.

“Thank you, sweetheart,” he whispered with a gentle kiss under your ear.

“No, thank you,” you replied with a laugh, ruffling your hand through his hair.

Chanyeol chuckled into your neck before he flopped back over onto his back, a blissful smile on his face as he stared up at the ceiling.

“At least I know I can be the best at something today,” he confessed, glancing over at you with a smirk. “Just call me the pussy eating champion.”

“Oh, shut up,” you told him, though you found yourself giggling while you dressed your bottom half.

You turned over once you’d pulled your leggings on, settling onto your stomach so that you could prop yourself onto your elbows. There was an obvious tent in his joggers, proving to you that eating you out was just as pleasurable for him as it was for you.

But when you reached out for his belt buckle, Chanyeol opened his eyes. “As much as I would love that, I’m starving.”

“You’d rather eat than have me suck you off?” you asked, eyebrows high on your forehead.

Chanyeol just shrugged and climbed off the bed, reaching for your hands. When he pulled you to stand, his eyes were full of the kind of adoration that could only exist between two people that were truly, deeply in love.

“Later.”

The rest of the evening you spent in the kitchen, finishing dinner as a team and eating on the couch while you found something mind numbing to play on the TV. You didn’t end up returning the favor, but neither of you seemed to care too much as you dozed off together on the couch, limbs and hearts intwined.

#chanyeol smut #exo smut #chanyeol fanfic #chanyeol fluff #exo fanfic #exo fluff #exo scenario #park chanyeol #lowkey i hate this but i need to post something #be patient with me while i get back into my writing routine #i promise i'm trying #writing

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buglife · 3 years

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21 for Dadmaster Mato and Ghost :)

“What did you do this time?”

(Again no beta reader, sorry for any errors!)

The wind blew as harsh as they ever did, carrying the faint whistling sounds from far off places as it ruffled the cloth in the door way. Mato had since learned to listen to the wind since he made his home so far off in the Howling Cliffs. The wind carried so much that could be read if you knew how to do so. So it was there he sat, a small fire before him warming up some water for tea, in his typical position of meditation. The fire and the wind tended to help his mind focus on what is important, but to also provide noise he can sink into and let his mind drift.

He thought about his child, mostly. It has been a while since they visited and even though he knew they were capable, he still couldn’t help but worry. Sly had told him similar, the last time they were able to speak. No matter how capable someone is, to be loved is to be worried about, plain and simple. So, he tried to cast his mind outward to listen to the wind and see what news it brought.

The wind had picked up in its howling, blowing the sound of scattering pebbles and the sharp slice of the nail cutting through. A thin scraping noise and the shrieks of lesser beasts told him that something was coming. Indeed, after some moments of listening, came the soft limping patter of tiny feet and the sharp dragging of metal just outside his dwelling. Mato opened his eyes long enough to see the inner cloth door waggle, before a figured messily fell through to land with a wet splat on the floor. Their small shining nail clattered a few inches away before stopping

The figure was familiar and Mato found himself climbing to his feet in record time at the sight. “Ghost!”

Said Ghost was face down on the floor. Their mask had cracked and their cloak was littered in burns and splashes of orange. A thin puddle of black dribbled out around them, no doubt hiding other wounds. Motes of black drifted from the visible cracks in their head as they shook, trying once again to get up.

They didn’t need to do anything, as Mato had already gathered up the small child, his child, in his arms. He felt them use an arm, the other seemed fit to just dangle, and patted his mask. He had learned to tell by the tilting of their head, the slight angle of their eye holes, and the way they relaxed on being held, that they were smiling at him. They were obviously glad to see him, just like any other time since the first when they walked into his humble home. But he could also feel their exhaustion, how they were struggling to breathe and not shiver too hard. Each expanse of their sides was a hard won battle and one he was deathly afraid of them loosing.

“Ghost, my dear little child…” Mato heard himself say. He snuggled the small form of the little warrior close. “What did you do this time?”

He knew of course, that his child, his student, was mute. They could write and knew some sign language, which was something he thankfully knew. Sly was insistent on all three brothers to know it, as a language that was completely silent was the best way to communicate deep within enemy territory. He watched as they patted his face once more, before messily attempting to sign with one hand.

<“Trouble.”>

“Trouble, you say?” He was already moving, kicking a switch near the door to drop down a heavy wooden wall, something to keep out said ‘trouble’ and the howling wind. The room instantly became warmer and quiet after the initial clang of falling shellwood. “Trouble you found, or trouble that found you?”

<”Both.”>

“Nevermind, my child. I will ask questions later. Right now you need help and I fully intend to give it to you.” It was getting harder for Mato to ignore the frigid feeling of void as it started to soak into the cracks between his armor and into the cloth below. Oh, his poor little child must be in a lot of pain, but besides the shivering, an outsider would never be able to tell.

But he had started to learn all about his child and was beginning to read them without words being needed. And he knew, here and now, that he needed to work quickly. Ghost had learned far into their past to hide pain and discomfort, something yes, that would help out in the field. But they didn’t need to hide their pain from him. It was something he was slowly working with them, but it takes a lot more than a few bare weeks to undue years of trauma and hardship.

Ghost patted him again, and then tucked their arm around his neck in a bid to stay upright in his arms. He at first wanted to put them down to gather up his supplies, but decided it was best to keep contact as long as possible. Ghost has learned to gain comfort from his embrace and if they felt like it was helping here, he will allow them to do so as long as it could be possible.

So Mato held them in one arm, letting them snuggle and bleed into the warm, fluffy ruff of his cape. With them comforted and warm, he could gather what he needed. The hot water now perfect for tea was dragged away from the fire and poured into a basin. Strips of cloth, a vial of glowing blue liquid, and a jar of paste assembled neatly in front of a pile of pillows in front of the fire.

“I’m sorry my child, I’m going to have to put you down for now to treat you.” He was careful to tell Ghost what he indented to do. It seemed to keep them calmer and helped them get used to the idea that they were deserving of help. Another thing that is taking time to work on.

He briefly held back his rage and his grief when he remembered the time Ghost opened up to him. He had watched as they wrote neatly on paper to tell him of their father, the Pale King. How they had been forced to climb out of the abyss on a carpet of their dead siblings. Watching more still fall as they attempted the harsh climb upward, hearing their little shells crack and splinter on the rocks below. Only to get to the top and watch their sibling be taken away and then sealed away to be forgotten. How they fell down and down and down and it was at this time Ghost had broken into tears and Mato had hugged them for hours. It was then he had told them that a mark of a true father was ones who were brimming with love and care and if they would like it, he could be their father. Not the loathsome pitiful creature who was once their king, that was no father.

He was surprised and honored when Ghost had hugged back harder and signed ‘yes’.

It was then he knew this was the first time Ghost had ever felt true love and caring from any other bug.

Mato set Ghost down on the pillows and made sure they were comfortable. “Now, don’t wiggle too much, and I will fix you some hot cocoa later.” Ghost had perked up at the sound of ‘hot cocoa’, the little vessel had a sweet tooth that was worse than Oro’s. They tried to stay still despite their shivering and Mato was not going to hold that against them as he worked quickly.

A wipe down with the hot water cleaned them off enough to see what he needed to work with. The gashes and burns in their carapace was quickly coated in a layer of lifeblood and bandaged up with clean cloth. The cracks in their mask was filled with shell paste and also wrapped to keep the edges as close together as possible. He had did his best to clean their cloak. Their cloak was strange and he suspected it was actually alive, perhaps underdeveloped wings? He wasn’t sure but he did his best to wipe it clean. Once cleaned and all bandaged up, Mato wrapped his little Ghost in the fluffiest blanket he could find, moving the entire bundle to his own bed.

Now that he was treated, Ghost looked more tired than they did pained, which gladdened him. He arranged them on the softer part of the bed.

“Now, do you think you can remain awake long enough for your much deserved cocoa?” He smiled as they gingerly nodded their head. They sat up a little straighter and made ‘gimmie’ motions with their hands. One still seemed weaker than the other, but that should do better after some rest.

Not wanting to keep Ghost waiting, Mato made a mug of cocoa as quickly as he could, adding a few teaspoons of honey to the mix. Not only did Ghost absolutely love honey, it was also a boon for healing. Mato added an extra tea spoon for that very reason and carried it out. After helping the vessel drink it, he tucked them in and added even more pillows.

“I’m afraid you’ll be stuck with me a little longer.” He couldn’t help but grin again. “I hope you won’t mind a day or two of bedrest.”

Ghost shook their head sluggishly, the warm drink and the various medicines started to drag them out of the waking world. They lazily signed with one hand, the other snug under the pillows.

<“Training?”>

“If you’d like to learn some new techniques, I would be more than happy to teach you. AFTER, I deem you fit for it, and not a moment sooner!” He reached down to gently pat the space between their horns. They sighed and melted into the touch, snuggling further into the warmth.

He thinks they attempted to sign something, but the meaning was lost as they went limp in comfort. He merely took the small hand and tucked it back under the covers.

“Goodnight, my child.” He whispered softly, pulling up the covers to just under their eye holes. They were asleep, and the soft rise and fall of the covers reassured him that they were alive and on the mend. “I love you.”

If they heard that last part of not, he wasn’t sure, but he knew that they finally, in the first time in their life, they could expect to feel it.

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