#blushing flustered sun is precious yes

[pervartwhoo]

what the fuck why is that one post almost to 500 notes now

[maliciousandmizerablevampirism]

︶꒷꒦︶𝔖𝔲𝔫𝔨𝔦𝔰𝔰𝔢𝔡︶꒦꒷︶

༺I Tags: one-shot, fem! reader x William James Moriarty, fluff, beach day idk, modern AU

༺I Warnings: barely any, just slightly suggestive at the end?? pretty short too

You noticed William had been overworking himself again. He wasn't sleeping nor eating well and you were getting worried because of it. So you had you negotiate with him, and it was no easy work. You wanted him to take at least a small break from everything else.

He complained and tried to make up an excuse for every idea you had to spend your vacations with him, but when he actually gazed at your endearing eyes he just had to submit to your enchantments and say yes.

"Only because you look at me like that."

"I'll go put my swimsuit on," you said once the two of you had finally arrived at your beach house.

He nodded and put his own swimsuit on. He was planning on wearing a modest one, yet he didn't want to get his skin damaged by the Sun in case he had totake his shirt off and that's why he needed your help to put sunscreen on his back.

You came out of the changing room with your new swimsuit and he tried not to pay attention to it.

"Could you please help me, darling?" he asked as he grinned.

"Of course, handsome."

The sunscreen made it quise easy for your fingers to softly slid against his back, nape and shoulders first. Then you continued with his chest and his slightly toned abs. Nonetheless, when your hands went up to his face you noticed how flustered he had grown.

"What's wrong?"

"Oh, no, it's nothing, I can..." he muttered nervously, "I can do that by myself."

"You'll do your arms and legs. Let me finish with your face, alright?"

The blond tried to look away from your eyes. Letting you see him acting that shy would be a bit... embarrassing. And to make it worse, you kissed his jaw.

"Thank you, my love."

"It's your time to help me out though." You turned your back to him.

"Sure," he said. And he did what you asked him to with a bit of hesitation. Letting his fingertips caress your bare back and shoulders felt too good to be true.

Once he was done putting the sunscreen on you, you ran to the pool and when you came out of it your whole body was soaking wet. The Sun made your skin colour look more stunning if that's even possible in his eyes.

"What are you looking at?" you frowned rather playfully.

William walked towards you and placed his hands against your waist before pulling you into a deep, desired kiss.

"Gorgeous. You look gorgeous. Don't look this gorgeous if you don't want me to die from a heart attack or to kiss you until we never go back home," he spoke.

You threw your arms around his neck and immediately kissed him again. Yet you didn't realize how hard you pulled him, and both of you ended up falling into the pool.

Liam looked at you and started laughing when he saw how suprised you were. Soon you were both a laughing mess.

"Do I even have to tell you you look gorgeous as well?" You ran your fingers through his now wet hair, earning a smile from your dearest.

"Do I really, pretty woman?" He smirked.

"Yes, you do, precious man." Soon he was sitting on the stairs of the pool as you were almost pinning him against the wall of it. "Why are you blushing so hard though? Just calm down."

He could only manage to chuckle and bury his face into the crook of your neck, placing a few kisses here and there.

"You know why, (Name)," he whispered.

You teased him with more and more kisses all over his face.

"(Name)..." he softly moaned. "It tickles."

You didn't mind overwhelming him. In fact, that was pretty much your intention.

You two went to the sea many hours later and held each other's hands. It was already late at night, so you could see the moonlight stroking your boyfriend's soft skin, which was truly a sight to behold. This time he was the one who caught you staring at him, but instead of teasing you like you would've done, he just blushed and smiled innocently at you.

You gave him a little peck on the lips and noticed the subtle yet obvious salty taste on them. Were his cheeks pink because he had been sunkissed or because he was simply infatuated with you?

"It's too dark here, Liam. We should go back to our house and-"

He didn't even let you finish. He had felt the need to pull you closer to him.

"Can't you just... eat my heart, crawl into my skin and become one with me for once and for all? I need you."

Your eyes widened at his odd request and tried to utter at least one word despite having gone absolutely weak now.

"I need to feel your warmth to another level, (Name). Please, I don't know what to do." He was basically whimpering and you found that this was making you dizzy (in a strangely nice way).

"That's why we should go back home, my angel. I'll help you there. You'll find out how soon," you said as you grabbed his hand and took him to your house, to the heaven of your bed.

[queenendless]

🥳🎂🎉GETO B-DAY SHORT🎉🎂🥳

A/n: Yes, it's short.

I just found out about this yesterday. A sequel to Gojo's b-day one I guess.

Sorry I got my mind elsewhere now but here it is regardless.

Already AU established poly satosugu x reader, fluff, yall know the drill.

PLEASE DON'T PLAGARIZE STEAL COPY TRANSLATE AND OR REPOST MY FANFIC WORK. RATHER REBLOG LIKE AND FOLLOW PLEASE AND THNX U.

Your weary sighs were blatantly loud on purpose so he would hear.

His pinched gazing noggin popped out from the bundle of blankets wrapped around him, relaxing on the back porch of your private shared abode.

The puffy pure powder made his raven hair pop out well against the snow.

“Alright what's wrong?”

“How did you know?”

“You’re sighing right in my face. That and you're obviously hiding something behind your back.” Geto knowingly stated, grinning, before patting the space beside him, gesturing you to sit. “Now, what is it?”

You plopped your cheek on his blanketed shoulder, resigned as you handed him a familiar velvet box, embarrassingly admitting to his wry amusement as he opened it up.

“It's a duplicate of the locket I gave Toru on his birthday. They're a matching set. Sorry I couldn't come up with something else for you but I really didn't know what could top it — mmph!”

His giant sculpted hand covered your mouth mid rambling, his almond eyes crinkled with mirth.

“It's perfect.”

You snorted a bit behind his palm, gently pulling his giant hand down with both yours, caressing and playing with his fingers. “Toru said the exact same thing.”

His fingers grasped your chin to tilt your face for him to peck your lips. Your nose. Your eyelids. Just all over your face, in general.

“Because it's pure fact. For it symbolizes the moment Satoru and I realized you're the one we've been waiting for.”

God he has such a way with words.

“Care to help me put it on?”

You did with such care, gasping as he pulled you down right after, falling across his lap, giggling and kicking your feet as his Cheshire grin greeted you with even more kisses peppering all over your bashful face.

“Thank you for the gift, love.” His genuinity made his eyes shine brighter to you.

Your nose brushed his as the early rise of the sun caught your gazes, making your snowy grounds sparkle. “Happy birthday Sugu.”

“Hey! No fair leaving me out of the love fest!”

That familiar raspy voice complained as lean long arms draped across Geto's blanketed shoulders and your cradled form as Gojo plopped down beside him, hair disheveled and pajamas wrinkled but his sleepy smiling face was elevated by the sunrise glow.

“Well old timer? How's 34 treating ya so far?”

“You're a year older, idiot.”

“Ah but Suguru, 30s are the new 20s. At least that's what our precious kids tell me, anyway.”

“You're both still quite knockouts~” Your shy compliment made them both blush red but Gojo laughed heartily.

“Ya see~? Darling’s got the best taste.” Taking the locket in his hand to see it up close with sentiment, Gojo's eyes twinkled, smitten. “She chose us, after all.”

You kissed Suguru's cheek while Satoru kissed the other, nuzzling his beaming face into Suguru who couldn't suppress his soft laughter. “Suguru, thank you. For everything you do.”

“Thank you for your empathy, your support, your guidance.” You confess warmly, smooching him to see him fluster.

“And for being the best partner in all walks of life.” Satoru's thankfulness spoke volumes, kissing him smoldering.

“God you're both sappy.” Suguru's breathy chuckle only elevated how warm and fluttery and thankful he felt inside for you both. “The feeling’s mutual.”

You three spent a while just sitting there, cuddling close together, just taking in the fresh air and the gorgeous start to this special day.

[five-miles-over]

Heyyy, could you please do a fic with Loki dating a shy virgin and has slightly corruption kink, the idea of ruining the reader, a bit dirty talking and loads of aftercare!!

Thank you for this request, and for your patience, @goldinheart ! I hope you like this piece.

Also, to anyone reading this, this piece was inspired a little by the song "Lover of Mine" by 5 Seconds of Summer. I've known about this song for a long time, and Loki is always one of the people this song reminds me of. Without any further ado...

Take All of Me

Warnings: SMUT, oral - female receiving, loss of virginity, dirty talking, and...some declarations of love.

Surrounded by soft candlelight, you sat in your bedroom at the foot of your bed wearing a loose white nightgown. In your hands lay a leatherbound copy of Romeo and Juliet, and in your lap rested none other than your beloved Loki, gazing up at you with fondness. Turning the page, you continued to read to him in a hushed voice.

"Come, civil night,

Thou sober-suited matron all in black,

And learn me how to lose a winning match,

Play’d for a pair of stainless maidenhoods.

Hood my unmann’d blood, bating in my cheeks,

With thy black mantle, till strange love grow bold,

Think true love acted simple modesty."

Blushing at the words, your fingers wandered towards Loki's raven locks, stroking them affectionately. 

"Come, night, come, Romeo, come, thou day in night,

For thou wilt lie upon the wings of night,

Whiter than new snow upon a raven’s back.

Come, gentle night, come, loving, black-brow’d night,

Give me my Romeo, and, when I shall die,

Take him and cut him out in little stars,

And he will make the face of heaven so fine

That all the world will be in love with night,

And pay no worship to the garish sun."

Loki hummed with delight. "I enjoy this part the most, even more after hearing it from you."

"Oh?" You tried to hide your face in your hand for a moment, but to no avail.

The God of Mischief rolled over and looked up with an impish grin. "The words fluster you, my dear…perhaps you know what sweet Juliet was longing for?"

You shook your head, hiding a giggle as Loki moved closer, like a predator crawling toward its prey. "She wished for night, so that Romeo may come to her bed and take her sweet maidenhead." As he cornered you against the bed, you playfully raised the book in front of your face only for Loki to push it away. Amused by your bashfulness, the God of Mischief murmured, "Don't look away from me, my sweet." 

"Loki," you giggled, closing your eyes. 

He merely pressed his lips against your eyelid and, entwining his fingers with yours, passionately kissed you. Your mouth faintly began to move against his, and your body began to melt, as if you were now fully at the mercy of his romantic spell.

Loki pressed his forehead against yours, his hot breath mingling with yours. "A simple kiss, and you've become so weak in my arms?" A soft chuckle escapes him, "I wonder…" Loki steals a kiss from you, "what will become of you when I ruin you?"

Your arms wrapped around Loki's shoulders when he kissed you again, and you could feel the warmth rushing to your cheeks. "Ruin me?"

"Yes," he replies. "Every time we kiss…ever time I hold you close to my chest, I think about your skin against mine." Loki begins to kiss his way along your jawline, eventually reaching your soft, sensitive neck. "I think about marking you with my lips, ruining your precious innocence once and for all." Loki teases, "A winning match played for thy stainless maidenheads."

Giggling, leaning to one side to give him more access to your neck while yours fingers grabbed the ends of his jet-black hairs. "Loki.."

"Let me lose myself while I ravage you, touching you in a way that no one has ever touched you before," You gasped at his lips against your skin. "Loki, I…I…" "Tell me, sweet one." He continued to kiss you, keeping you almost pinned against the foot of your bed. 

"I like this," you breathily confessed, "your kisses."

Humming with delight, his lips made their way along your neck and roamed the top of your breasts, barely concealed by your nightgown. "I want you. I want you so much, my dear." Muttering your name, he lifted the hem of your nightgown and slid his hand up your leg, exhaling with delight as his fingers caressed your inner thigh. "Let me have you…all of you, my dear."

With another gasp, you leaned against the bed. "I'm yours." You were unsure of what was to come, but the way that Loki intimately held you and kissed you, the way that he confessed his desire for you made you feel as if you were the only worthy maiden in the entire Nine Realms. The only one who could make a god mad with lust.

Loki pushed your hair back and looked into your eyes with a naughty smile. "Tonight, I'm going to hear you moan my name as you come undone in my arms, and worship that beautiful body of yours the way it was always meant to be."

He swiftly picked you up and laid you onto the bed, your hair spilling across a pillow. His fingers unlaced your nightgown so he could have a better look at your perfect breasts and your lovely torso, his lips soon replacing his fingers as he kissed along your chest and gently licked your pert nipples.

You shuddered with delight, chanting his name as if it were a dark prayer.

Loki hurriedly removed your nightgown completely, almost ripping it in the process before tossing it to the side. 

Gasping and wearing nothing but a pair of cotton panties, you tried to cover your half-nakedness with an arm and rolled over. But Loki immediately pinned you onto the bed, placing your arms above your head. "I won't let you hide your beauty away from me, my sweet pet." He lowered his lips onto yours one more time before spending what felt like hours worshipping each and every inch of your skin with kisses and soft bites. 

Closing your eyes, you whined, begging to release the pleasure building up inside of you. But just before you could feel yourself about to climax, Loki removed your panties with a swift tug, a gust of wintry air grazing against your cunt. He pressed a kiss against it, and you felt yourself come undone immediately.

And when you opened your eyes to see what Loki was doing, he was magically naked, his pale body a work of masculine perfection. Without thinking, you reached your hand to caress his broad chest, running a thumb over one of his nipples. Your breath quickened, and you swallowed, looking up to meet Loki's eyes. 

"Do you like what you see?"

A wide grin upon your face, you nodded. While his body tantalized you indeed - he was always the most handsome one you'd ever beheld in your life -  it brought you comfort to see Loki just as unclothed as you in the moment. Your arms slowly encircled his shoulders, a tentative embrace. It was as if you were both allowing yourselves to be in your most vulnerable state with each other.

"You're…handsome beyond words." You delicately placed a kiss on his chin, the way that he'd done to you before, and pressed your forehead against his. "Loki…you're trembling. Are you cold?"

"No," he simply said. "Are you?"

You nodded again and captured Loki's lips with yours.

Though he might not outrightly say it to you, Loki always rejoiced on the inside whenever you praised him. Since childhood, he wondered if he was ever good enough for many things, having always been cast aside in favor of his more overtly brash and strong brother. For a long time, he did not even feel as if he were a true Asgardian. 

But with you, so innocent with your heart upon your sleeve, showering him with affection…there was no uncertainty. You always made it so clear to him. Your loyalty was his, your affection was his, and now, your maidenhood would be his. Loki swore to himself that he would never, ever make you regret giving him those gifts.

Loki kissed his way down your body and grabbed one of your legs, brushing his lips along your soft inner thigh. "I'm going to put my tongue in you now, my dear. I want to taste your sweetness that lies between your legs…and claim it for my own." With a hungry look, he spread your legs apart and placed his tongue upon your quivering folds, licking a clean stripe. Digging his fingernails into your thigh, Loki then swirled his tongue around your clit.

You cried his name again and again in pleasure, your eyes rolling into the back. "Loki, you'll make me…" Your hips bucked without warning, and you felt Loki's tongue enter your slit, moving against your tight walls. Moaning and whimpering even more, you reached down and tugged Loki's hair. 

Immediately, the God of Mischief pulled back and began to suck on your clit. Within moments, you came undone, and Loki lavished each and every drop.

"That was wonderful," you breathed, your chest rising and falling.

Loki smirked. "I'm not finished yet."

"No, no…" You shook your head, giggling a little. "Wait." You held Loki close for a few moments, able to hear his comforting heartbeat. "I need to wait."

When you whispered to Loki that you were ready for more, Loki entered you with a single thrust, groaning with satisfaction. With one hand pushing your hair back, Loki moved his hips against yours, rolling them in a serpentine fashion. Your breasts began to bounce just a little as you moved with him. 

"You belong to me now," he growls holding you close, accelerating his pace. "I'm yours, and you're mine. Don't ever forget it." 

"I'm yours," you mewled, looking up in hopes for a kiss only for Loki to bury his face in your neck. You continue to cry his name, your shrieks growing louder and more desperate by the moment. You weren't sure if you could take the dizzying ecstasy that grew inside you as Loki's cock penetrated your cunt again and again. If one were to die, then surely this is the way to die. You raked your fingernails along Loki's smooth back, and it only made him want to move even faster. 

"I'm close,…I'm close…" Loki moaned, holding you close while he almost pounded into you. 

Just when you were almost incoherent and barely babbling, Loki sunk his teeth into your shoulder. You felt him quickly pull out, his sticky seed spilling against your inner thigh and dribbling onto the bedsheets.

"Loki…" You fell back into the bed, gasping for air. He gently kissed your lips, and then kissed the red mark he left on your shoulder. 

"Are you alright?" Loki whispered with soft smile. "Are you hurt?"

You shook your head and reached up to stroke his hair.. "I…I've never felt anything like this before."

"You were so good." Loki pressed his lips against your fingertips before conjuring a warm, wet towel out of thin air. He began to gently wipe the inside of your thighs, stealing a kiss to your shoulder. 

You chuckled softly. "Loki?…What does this mean now?"

"Now?"

"After this…" you tried to ask, "what happens to you and me?"

Loki finished cleaning you up, and made the towel disappear. Then, he lay next to you, placing his arms around your waist. "Anything you wish. We could sleep…we could read another book…perhaps we could just talk. Another day, we could repeat our amorous activities."

"And in the morning? Will you leave?"

"No." Loki kissed your forehead. "I'll never give you away. You're the only thing in my life that I've gotten right, despite ever wrong I've ever done in my life. Even when we are separated by distance, I will remain loyal to you, just as you have always remained loyal to me."

You hugged him. "I love you, Loki."

"I love you as well. I always will."

After a quiet moment, you climbed under the sheets and rolled over in bed for another book. Grabbing a red, leather-bound hardcover, you placed it on your lap. Before you could open it, Loki stealthily placed his hand upon it.

"Henry the Fifth?" He asked, tracing the golden lettering on the cover that proclaimed the title.

"It's a play, but we could still read it."

"Anything for you, my love." With another forehead kiss, Loki opened the book to the first act and began to read it to you until you fell asleep against his chest. 

Tagging: @lokischambermaid , @lokiismineforever, @lokisgoodgirl, @lokiprompts21 , @lokisprettygirl22 , @holdmytesseract , @icytrickster17 , @thatdummy-girl , @cakesandtom , @turniptitaness , @winterfrostlovetriangle , @lady-rose-moon , @lokisninerealms , @muddyorbsblr , @123forgottherest

[iamlittlelostsoul]

Silent Messages

HEllooo everyone!!

@whatevermywpis yahooo~ Here's the 2nd part of your request!!! Sorry if it's not up to par to your expectationss xdd I sorta rushed the research and barely know much bout flowers and the story might be half-assed bc im lossing braincells from school xdd.

and if you'd like to check more of my stuffs here's my masterlist!

Thxx for the wonderful idea!!

Hope you and everyone love it!!!

Malleus Draconia x gn!reader

Overview: "They're beautiful aren't they? Mmh....and I think this one suits you well. It means-....well...."

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It was a bright day! The sun high up the sky, sweet spring breeze dances in the whole city carrying the sweet scent of flowers.

And like any day, it has always been a tradition of two lovers to send flowers at each others doorstep.

It all started when they became friends. Malleus met them at his favorite place to take his midnight strolls.

Till it all went to occasional meetings at their dorm, or the silly invitation to attend the VDC together.

Because of their growing bond, Malleus discovers his friend's undying passion for flowers!

"Fufufu! Look Malleus!! I have successfully grown my garden!!" They said smugly eyes lighting up with joy and enthusiasm.

"I am proud of you child of man. I praise you for being able to achieve such a feat!" Malleus says.

He was definitely being sincere, how proud is he of his child of man to create such a beautiful garden in the once abandoned and forgotten dorm. He definitely enjoyed how Ramshackle looked before, a cold and mysterious vibe in it...but he definitely loves it more now that it shelters such a precious individual and now that the place looks bright and homey.

"Gosh~ You make me all flustered!! All the saving has been worth it!.....Hah, this felt so like home." They said crouching down as they gently touches their flowers. They looked a little forlorn missing their original world, the place they truly belonged.

"It may not be fully like the home you know nor can it replace it and the people you know and loved, I sincerely believe this place can be a second home for you." He says sitting down beside them.

They looked at him surprised, as a small blush creeps through their face. "Th-thank you, Malleus!" They said with a sincere smile. "Oh wait! Here!!....Tada!! As a thank you for everything you've done for me!" They said plucking some of their flowers and arranging them into a neat bouquet.

"Oh- but you've just made them bloom, is it really ok for me to take these." He says genuinely surprised and happy.

"Yes yes!! As the first person to be with me when I planted these seeds and the first person to witness them bloom with me you truly deserve to have them!"

Malleus was touched not only was he the first to witness their little flower garden's growth they even gave him some of the flowers they put all their heart and soul in growing. "I am ever so grateful for this special gift. I shall try to prolong their life as long as I can with proper care and my magic."

"Heheheh~! Don't worry my precious Daffodils will always remind you of our lovely and joyful friendship!" They cheerfully stated.

And ever since that day Malleus always felt a wonderful feeling blossoming inside of him whenever he was around them.

Day by day, his human friend would always offer them a bouquet whilst sharing to him every meaning of the flowers that he started studying a little bit about flower meanings and all that, and returning the favor by leaving flowers on their doorstep too!

He sends them sunflowers a sign for his undying adoration and loyalty for his human friend.

They send him chrysanthemums telling him how happy they are with him.

He sent them Gerbera daisies to tell them they bring him so much pride and joy.

They do that daily! As a sign of their growing friendship until it slowly went into the path of them courting one another.

A bouquet of purple lilac lay in front of Malleus bedroom chambers, a small saying of them starting to have feelings for him.

He answers by covering Ramshackle with orchids especially pink orchids basically him answering them he returns their feelings and bears pure affection and adoration for them.

They may rarely meet and converse so often but the flowers they send one another tell so much more of what they want to convey.

That even when the two were already dating they still continue with their lovely tradition.

Their love is blooming and prospering ever so beautifully like gentle and delicate peonies.

But like any flowers their love wilts.

It was unexpected to be honest...and Malleus barely saw it coming.

It was a normal lovely day till Crowley stops their sweet date and calls them to his office.

They come back soon after with a forlorn look on their face.

"Did something happen?" Malleus asks as he hugs them from behind and snuggles his face on their neck.

"....Malleus"

"Yeah?"

"....Crowley found...umm, a way for me to go home...." they mumbled softly.

His breath hitched as his body stiffens from the news....he got to admit it is great news for his beloved but for him....-"Ah,....have you decided?"

"...."

"..."

"...I'm sorry, Tsunotaro. As much as I would like to say...I still have a lot I don't want to give up from my world..." They said sorrowfully.

"...I see. It's alright child of man. I fully understand" he says smiling abit as he tries to mask off the pain and sadness he felt. He was hoping that they would choose them but of course...they too have their own priorities.

If he were to be put in their situation he might have chosen his kingdom as well...

pain is of course...unavoidable.

And days pass the day finally came...Malleus woke up his room felt empty and cold. He rolls to the side and expected to see his lover but there were none.

"Ah...they've already left." he says sitting up with a glum expression as he sees the bedside table decorated with hyacinths, delphiniums, white carnations, and hydrangeas.

Malleus already knew the message it carries even without a card or a letter and he still can't believe time goes so fast and the last flowers they'd give him would mean a sad apology as they had to go and leave him all alone again...they'd definitely had a happy life with him and truly did loved him but it was inevitable that they had to go.

He regrets that he wasn't able to convince them enough to stay but of course, they'd still have a home to get back to...if he weren't a prince would things have been so different....maybe he would have followed them or maybe they would have stayed more....sigh.

'It's already far too late...hopefully maybe they'll meet again....because he will be waiting no matter how long it'd take. He'd only love them and only them.' he thought to himself as he picks a piece of each flower in the bouquet and takes out a book with all the flowers that they'd given to her pressed and preserved so he could forever remember and love them. And their silent yet loving messages.

[darcyfangirlsfrequently]

We Fell in Love in October, chapter 13 - October 13th: Pet Playdate

For @gaelic-symphony

Summary: The humans and the animals get together for a day at the park

Chapter word count: 706

Total word count: 14,423 (officially my longest fic ever)

Can also be read here on Ao3

It was the perfect weather for a Pet Playdate. It was nice and sunny, and slightly warm for October, although the wind did provide a little bit of bite. Nothing that running around after dogs and playing with a cat couldn't fix.

Tara and Emily arrived at the park and sat down side by side, letting Sergio run between them. He had taken to both of them quite quickly, as they had with him. He let them scratch behind his ears, and they laughed as he chased after bugs in the grass. It had been their first time taking him outside to play.

Penelope arrived next and peppered Sergio's head with kisses. He accepted gratefully, recognizing the person who had given him so many toys and blankets and clothes. 

Penelope's sharp squeal alerted them to Luke and Roxy's presence as she ran over to them and pet Roxy behind the ears and covered her head in kisses as well. "Hello, my sweet girl! Oh, I missed you so much! You're such a good girl! Oh, I love you so much! Yes I do! Yes I do!"

Luke was looking at her like she was the sun. "Your precious girl?" He teased.

She glared at him. "Yes. My precious girl."

"Penelope, how is it that you don't have a pet of your own?" Derek asked as he arrived with his dog Clooney and Spencer.

"It's like being an aunt," she explained. "I want to see them and play with them and spoil them, but then at the end of the day I hand them back to you and I don't have to clean up after their mess."

"You volunteer at a pet shelter," Luke pointed out. "That's all mess all the time."

"Shut up! Just because you look like that doesn't mean you can do whatever you want with this part of your face!" She gestured vaguely at her mouth.

Luke blushed hard, and everyone else was completely stunned at what they had just heard. JJ, Will, Matt, and Kristy arrived on the tail end of that argument and were looking around like, did you hear that too? Am I fucking hallucinating?

Luke cleared his throat. "Well, everyone's here. Let the Pet Playdate commence!"

Emily introduced Sergio to the dogs, and he seemed apprehensive at first, but Roxy, a very cheerful dog, was able to win him over pretty quickly, and they started to chase after each other. Emily was slightly worried, since Sergio was much smaller than either of the dogs, but he was smart enough to stay out from under their paws.

“You are genuinely acting like a mother,” Tara told her.

“I am not!”

“You won’t take your eyes off him because it’s his first time playing with the big kids and you’re terrified even though he’s completely fine.”

“But he’s just so little,” Emily protested.

“Babe, you’re proving my point.”

“Babe?” Emily repeated, blinking in shock.

Tara looked flustered at the slip-up. "Um. Is that… is that okay?"

Emily smiled softly. "Yeah. Yeah, it's okay." She took Tara's chin in her hand and kissed her tenderly. 

They were interrupted when Derek threw a dog toy at them. "Get a room, you two!"

Emily held up her middle finger to him and kept kissing Tara.

"Where exactly do you expect them to go?" Spencer asked. "We're in the middle of a park."

"There are a lot of trees around," Penelope pointed out. "Tara and Emily, sitting in a tree. K-I-S-S-I–"

Emily pulled away from Tara and turned to face Penelope. "Do you really want me to turn the tables on you right now?"

Penelope flushed bright red and she promptly shut up.

They stayed in the park for hours, until all of the pets were exhausted. Since it was a Sunday and therefore a school night, Tara walked Emily and Sergio to their house, instead of bringing them with her.

"Have a good night," Tara told Emily, kissing her softly.

"What, no kiss for Sergio?" Emily teased as Tara began to move away.

"Of course, my bad." Tara leaned forward and pressed a kiss between Sergio's ears. "Good night, buddy."

Tara watched to make sure Emily got safely inside, then made her way home.

[sylusjinwoon]

congrats on 300!! <3 could i request yuta x f!reader going on an amusement park date?

this seems like such a cute daydream to write, and i'm all for it since i've been having a rough couple of days ♡

i'm sorry for the long wait as well ｡ﾟ(TヮT)ﾟ｡

rei's daydreams come true event -- CLOSED

.: request 4 - going on an amusement park date with yuta :.

spring has finally morphed into summer when yuta agreed to take you out on a date at the amusement park.

you were dressed comfortably, wearing your favorite pair of shorts and shirt while completing your look with some sandals. your outfit was kept simple and cute, and was nothing too flashy.

you hear your boyfriend yuta come out of the bathroom, dressed similarly to you as he wore his signature black shirt with a pair of dark jeans. he was about to say something to you, but stopped short. tilting your head at yuta, you ask him if he was okay, only for him to continue gaping at you like a fish out of water.

wanting to tease him just the tiniest bit, you slide up to him and wrap your arms around his neck, "what's wrong, love? was my beauty so dazzling that i took your very breath away?"

without missing a beat, yuta returns your embrace just to whisper in your ear, "yes, you have no idea how lovely you are right now. just seeing you looking so adorable makes my knees weak..."

the way yuta wore his heart on his sleeve made your cheeks feel heated. never before had you met a man that was so in tune with his emotions, and you considered yourself to be the luckiest girl in the world for managing to capture his heart.

you break away from his lovesick gaze with reluctance, gasping when you saw what time it was. "babe, we have to go or else we'll miss the train!"

"oh shit, you're right!" you giggle upon seeing yuta become so flustered, taking a hold of your hand as you both exited the apartment and ran to the station.

throughout the ride, yuta allowed you to settle yourself on his lap, protecting you from how crowded the train was while sneaking kisses with you. anyone who witnessed your interaction with yuta knew that you were both achingly in love with each other.

two lovesick fools on a sweet date to the amusement park, yup that's what you were.

upon arriving at the park, yuta paid for both of your tickets before allowing you to run in first. his deep blue eyes take in your happy form, practically basking in your happiness and laughter.

"come on yuta, let's ride that one first!" he allows you to take his hand, practically wrapping yourself around his arm as you drag him to some rollercoaster you've been dying to ride.

the whole day was one that yuta swore he would remember for the rest of his life. from sharing cotton candy to drinking coke floats together, every single moment was just so precious to him.

when the sun was getting ready to set was when yuta made his own request. he calls out to you, giving your hand a gentle tug to get your attention. "ah, yes yuta?"

feeling his cheeks turn extremely hot from how badly he was blushing, he turns his gaze away from you and points at the ferris wheel towering at the center of the amusement park. "c-can we ride on that?"

"of course! l-let's go!" his shyness seemed to melt away upon hearing your enthusiasm. leading you toward the ferris wheel, he keeps his fingers interlocked with yours to press gentle kisses all across the back of your hand.

it was soft moments like these that made you fall even deeper in love with yuta okkotsu.

when it was finally your turn to board the ferris wheel, you take your seat and slide next to yuta. resting your head against his shoulder, it was hard to hide just how blissful the two of you were feeling.

your mind was wandering as you sat next to yuta. it wasn't until you felt him brushing his lips against the shell of your ear that you suddenly became aware of his presence.

"when we reach the top, i have something i want to give you."

his tone was soft, yet teasing at the same time. throughout the years you had spent together, yuta slowly became more confident. he sometimes would love to tease you just to get a reaction out of you-

and without fail, you would fall for it. hook, line, and sinker.

there was a sweet anticipation felt bubbling up inside of you now as the ferris wheel made its slow ascent to the top. and with each passing second, you could feel yuta's lips still sweetly whispering your name into your ear.

when you finally reached the top, your breath was taken away by the sheer beauty of the scene before you. the whole city was painted in warm hues of deep orange and yellow, the sunset reaching its peak as it seemed to bathe the city in its ethereal glow. it is while you were in awe of such beauty that yuta takes a hold of your chin, forcing you to face him as you trembled.

his eyes reflected the sunset, and you swore you had never seen anything so beautiful before in your life.

and little did you know, yuta was thinking the same thing about you.

so when he leans in to press a loving kiss against your lips, you returned his passion and allow yourself to melt into his arms.

yup, you're just two lovesick fools sharing a kiss below the sunset as the ferris wheel reaches its peak.

[cynettic]

Hey so I just read the Laser Tag AU and maaaan, now I really want to play Splatoon smh aksksjjdjs

Anywayyy my point is: may I request more hcs but with the other boyos (Childe, Albedo, Bennett, Razor, Chongyun, Xingqiu and maybe Aether if you do him too xD)

Laser Tag ( genshin x reader )

Summary - Genshin characters playing laser tag with you their s/o.

Pairings - Reader x Childe/Bennett/Razor/Chongyun/Albedo/Scaramouche

Warnings - Mention of guns and shooting.

A/N - Added in Scaramouche- But I couldn’t think of anything for Xingqiu. I can surprisingly see the majority of the Genshin boys being good at wielding guns, even though they’d probably suck lol

Laser Tag

Childe

Childe is a beast.

Whether it’s in the terrain of his battlefield, or the streets of Liyue playing laser tag, Childe plays to win. He’s always been the competitive type, enjoying the thrill of battle, or in this case, laser tag.

He loves the game.

And of course, you just have to end up on the opposite team as him.

This game is the perfect setup for an enemies to lovers kind of vibe btw. With him shooting at your comrades and eliminating them from left to right, and you doing the same for his team. Very few people stand against him in this game, and his accuracy and sense of battle.

The two of you will spend the entirety of the game playing cat and mouse. Childe chasing after you while you simply escape his sights every time, taking down his teammates while you’re at it.

Childe isn’t as interested in winning, and once you prove to be worthy of a decent laser tag battle, he tries his best to force you to confront him.

Of course you on the other hand take his reckless behaviour to your advantage to turn the game in your favour and strike down his team. You know it’ll piss him off later when you win.

However, it Childe does manage to catch you…

The two of you will fight, that much is obvious. Dodging and attacking him, he will get very into it. Maybe a little too much, but you don’t give in, not until the very end.

Not until he’s on top of you, the two of you toppled over a bunch of hay that cushions your fall when he crashes into you. Not until he’s holding the plastic revolver against your temple, staring straight into your eyes with his signature smirk.

He might sneak a little kiss in there just to throw you off.

But in the end he will make sure he wins, or rather, he eliminates you. He doesn’t care if he doesn’t win the entirety of the game, taking you down was satisfactory enough, and he feels well accomplished and content after.

Would definitely rub it in your face.

If you brush it off as something you didn’t really try in, be prepared to be pinned against the wall and kissed until you admit that you were in fact, doing your best. And yes, he won fair and square.

Bennett

Omg this precious boy-

Bennett will try his hardest, stick by your side and shoot at any approaching target. Considering that the two of you are on the same team, he will promise to protect you.

With one problem.

No matter how well he aims, whether it is going to hit his target or not, the lazer disagrees. Rather, his terrible luck absolutely ruins it and somehow his lazer point ends up somewhere completely else.

“It changed its direction completely!”

Well… you never know, maybe it’s the gun that sends the lazers ray so far off, but considering it’s Bennett, you know it’s no coincidence.

So you end up protecting him.

Dragging him from place to place and shooting down your opponents, the two of you spend your time tripping over random large ass rocks ( with only Bennett’s terrible luck to blame ) and attacking opponents.

You make sure that Bennett is not shot, no matter what. And you give everyone else a terrible glare that basically screams that if they shoot him, they’ll face your wrath.

Nobody shoots Bennett.

By the end of the game, he’ll be grinning ear to ear. And even if he didn’t manage to eliminate anyone, he’ll boast about how his amazing dodging skills pulled him through the game. You’ll agree, lacing an arm around his shoulders and pulling him to the good Hunter to get a good meal.

Just to buy one though, the poor boy can’t cook for his life.

Razor

“Razor… very confused.”

The wolf boy has difficulty with the rules of the game, but the concept of pointing the gun at an opponent and shooting them with a lazer isn’t too hard to grasp.

You find out very quickly that Razor is actually pretty good with aim.

His hands don’t shake for one, and he is so adept to his surroundings that people struggle finding the source of their depleting health. Despite being overall confused at how to play, Razor easily becomes one of the main players taking opponents down.

As someone on his team, he makes sure to keep you by his side the entire time. He understands the elimination part, and he doesn’t want his lupical to get taken out, even if it’s a game.

He can be oddly affectionate at certain times, pushing your face against his chest as he takes out the remaining players in the field you both are in. He will carry you, and take no hesitation when pulling you out of the way, even if it’s a little too rough.

When the game ends, it might take a while to explain to the poor boy that your team won. And that it was a good thing.

Razor will begin to smile when he notices how content you are with it.

Chongyun

This man has the audacity to wield a gun while licking his ‘popsicle.’

Like goddamnit Chongyun, being good at shooting is already a flex, you don’t have to nibble at your popsicle while you’re at it.

You can’t really blame him though, it’s hot outside, and with the sun beaming down on the poor boy's head you know he can’t stand it. Especially with all the adrenaline and yells from opposing teams.

As someone on the same team as him, you take on the job of Chongyun’s personal popsicle restocker, and shooting anyone down once he gets tired. As good as the boy is at shooting, he sucks at keeping himself unknown to the other players.

So you take on the job to make sure they don’t shoot him down.

The two of you are a good team, and if it gets too hot, Chongyun might even let you have one of his popsicles. Of course you don’t have his talent of being able to shoot while having a popsicle in your mouth-

Your team will end up losing though, and even though Chongyun isn’t bothered, he will be slightly worried if you care. The two of you were obviously trying your best, and as long as you both had fun that’s all that matters to him.

But if it really bothers you that much…

He knows you feel comforted by physical contact, so he’ll hold your hand and offer a comforting smile. Tell you that you played well, and that he had fun.

That cheers you up right away.

Kiss him on the cheek please, even though he will flinch at the contact, his cheeks are flushed red and he won’t admit it. But he likes it.

Albedo

Why is it so easy to picture Albedo as a hot sexy stoic mafioso wielding a gun?

Anyways, Albedo is terribly good at wielding a gun. So good at that he only holds the plastic revolver with one hand, never missing a shot as he walks down the streets of Monstadt.

He knows the area well, so good luck trying to sneak up on him. The way his eyes so carelessly sweep the buildings, it hardly looks like he’s trying. Eliminating players with his lasers as he mindlessly strides past the fountain.

Of course, you’re against him.

Albedo isn’t really motivated to play, he’d rather be in his lab experimenting or recording down his discoveries. But he was dragged into this mess, he might as well play his part and support his team.

Albedo won’t hesitate to shoot at you and take you down.

As much as you may be important to you, he plays this game fair and square. He will take you down, or rather, he will try, because you get creative :)

He knows Monstadt well, but he can’t possibly keep his eye on all angles around him. So you’ll aim for his blind spots, throw yourself at him and tackle him to the ground. Simply eliminating him isnt satisfying enough, you need more.

So you turn this into a little game to fluster him.

Tackle him and pin him down, watch him scramble for the gun and then give him a peck on the lips. Watch as his grip loosens, and one of his hands instinctively come to nestle against your hair to pull you closer, and then you pull away.

Watching his idle confusement turn into a light blush on his cheeks is just too good, and how he grows even redder when you start laughing is even better.

Of course his team wins, not that he cares.

The minute the game ends he’s back in his office, conducting experiments. You can go interrupt him though, sneak into his office and press a kiss against his neck. He doesn’t often react or do much to it, but after your linger kiss at the game, he will pull you close and sit you on his lap. Have a proper make out session after you left him hanging with that peck earlier ;)

Scaramouche

This little man is ‘terrifying’.

It’s scary enough that whether you’re against him or on the same team as him, you keep your distance.

“Are you avoiding me Y/n?”

You play on the same team, and even if he’s your boyfriend, you know better than to stay too close when it comes to battle. He shows his cruelty, and you really weren’t looking forward to be put in the middle of that.

‘Unfortunately you didn’t have a choice-‘

Scaramouche will literally drag you, a hand looped around your waist to tug you to his side and take you along with him as he takes down opponents after opponents. He doesn’t ask for your praise, but you still give him it knowing he appreciates it. Mentally.

When he’s tired or bored, he will lean his head on your shoulder, wait there for a bit before jumping back up and shooting a random straggler on the sides. Heavens knows how the boy knows he was there, it’s like he has some sixth sense.

We don’t even want to get into his accuracy and precision, Scaramouche is born a mafioso.

At the end when your team wins, no surprise, give him a hug. Tell him he did well and even if he tries to push away, hold him tight. Even though he could easily pull your arms away if he wanted to, he’ll just pretend to give a little struggle and then give in to your warmth.

[hishui]

Married life <3

Ran x f!reader

Summary: the wonderful and chaotic love life of Ran and his lovely wife.

Warnings: some part contains mature content, swearing

001. (ft. Rinrin) >> 002

You guys were in his penthouse, snuggling into each other’s arms, feeling each other’s warmth as the sun rose. Sunlight shines through the window, casted a tint of yellow on your bodies. In moments like this, for you, it’s just so heavenly. You never thought you would be married to him, especially after your first meeting with him, things at that time weren’t so…

“Ran?” “Yes, doll?” “I can’t believe we’re married.” “Hmm, me too, ‘m so lucky to be married to a cutie like you, yeah?”

You blushed at his statement. Despite being together for so long, his words still managed to make you flustered. Before you can say a word, Ran smashed his lips to yours. Both of your lips fit each other perfectly like both were destined to be together, to be each other's missing piece. One of his hands slowly made its way from your waist to your ass, gave it a small squeeze, the other to the back of your neck, pulling you close. You wrapped your arms tighter around his torso, feeling the pleasure from the passionate kiss.

The feeling was euphoric and nostalgic at the same time. It reminds you of your first kiss with him. All of the memories you guys have - from your first date, the first time you met his brother, to the day of your wedding, it all came back like waves flowing slowly and peacefully in the ocean. Everything felt so light you swear you were flying, and Ran even brought you higher as he slipped his tongue into your mouth, eating you out as if it was his last meal on earth.

“Love you so much, doll..” He whispered quietly in your ear, bringing shivers down your spine. “Mm…I love me too.” There was a moment of silence, before Ran let out a dramatic gasp. “You did not just say that! Nuh uh, c’mon babe, say it again ‘I love you too’, say it.” “I love me too?” “No- no no, repeat after me, ‘I’ ” “I” “Love” “Love” “You” “You” “That’s right, good girl, now, ‘too’ ” “Too” “Yes! I love you too!” “I love me too!” “...” “Ran-”

In a blink of an eye, from being in your cozy bed, you're now in the pool. Ran on the other hand, was having the time of his life, his signature lazy grin made its way on his face. He stared at your current state and chuckled, finding it amusing to watch you throwing a tantrum in the swimming pool.

—

“Hey~” “...pftt- what the actual fuck is that!” “What? You don’t like it, doll?” “Well- I just didn’t expect you to wear a green alien suite walking around the house.” “Hm..I’m planning to prank Rinrin.” He turned around and walked away, but your words stopped him. “If you’re going to prank him, I suggest you wear one of my white dresses, a wig like your old hair style, and I’ll help you do the makeup.” “What are you tryin’ to do? Turning me into Annabelle?” Ran asked, still having his lazy grin, but that lazy grin soon disappeared when he heard you say. “Exactly.”

—

“AHH-! WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT UGLY THING DOING IN MY BED?! Wait- is that Annabelle? Wait- ANNABELLE?!”

(You decided that it’s perfect to prank your precious brother in law - Rin at night. So here you are, watching the two bickering through the hidden camera you and Ran hid in Rin’s room while holding your stomach from how much you’ve laughed.)

Ran let out another dramatic gasp while his eyes were throwing daggers at his own brother, as he said the phrase he told you earlier in the morning. “You did not just say that! How dare you call your brother ugly you ungrateful brat!”

Part 002 coming soon!!

@doll-ie hope u like it ^^

[alixdelcourt]

Hello hello againnn, tysm for yesterday’s request, I love your writing!<3 I have a new idea I just thought of, tamaki + mha guys/girls (of your choice and if you write fruity fics too) with a reader who draws a lot? And maybe they get caught or they see a sketch of them? If it isn’t so much to ask for- ty!!!

MHA boys x reader who draws a lot

Some fluff and sweetness to brighten your day (I hope so)

Ft : Tamaki, Izuku and Denki

(First pic credits : Peachimis on TikTok)

It’s a beautiful day. The weather is fine: clear blue sky and warm sun. You and Tamaki are strolling in a parc, admiring the nature around and the ambient calm. Your boyfriend carries a wicker basket for you, holding your lunch and stuff in. When you two got hungry, you just settle under a big tree, unwrapping a blanket and having lunch in the branches’ shade. This was the kind of perfect dates that makes you so in love with Tamaki. He’s quiet, and like peaceful time, just like you. Birds of a feather flock together, isn’t it ?

Tamaki’s reading, comfortably leaning against the trunk, and you are scribbling some sketches in your sketchbook. Drawing is a passion, and you can’t help but try to picture whatever’s near you. This sketchbook is your private garden, and Tamaki respects it. He never presses you to show him what you had drawn, he just knows that if you want to, you would come up to him, asking for his opinion about it.

And today, you want to show him the picture of a cute bird who was perched just above your head. You wanted to know if it’s resembling to the model or not. You need an outside look.

“Tamaki ?”

He raised his nose from his book to look at you.

“Yes, (y/n) ?”

“Could you take a look at something ?”

“Of course, honey”

You hand you sketchbook to him, but when he took it from you, a wind blow turned the pages, loosing the small bird’s sketch. And Tamaki came face to face with… himself. It was him, on the drawing. His purple hair, his elf ears, his thin hands… But he was pictured as an angel. It was… really well done, and absolutely lovely.

You quickly shut and take back your sketchbook, brick red colored cheeks. But it was too late. He saw it. And he was hard blushing as well. You were embarrassed. You felt obligated to apologize:

“ I am sorry… Just forget about this… You should never have seen that. It’s bum, anyway… I am sor-”

You can’t continue, because Tamaki arms wrap around your shoulders, pulling you to his embrace. He’s still blushing, and can’t hold your gaze, but he wasn’t mad. Not at all. He was softly smiling, burying his nose in your hair. This drawing was the most precious confession you made for him. Even if it wasn’t on purpose.

“It’s not bum. It’s perfect. I love it.”

And before you could add anything else,

“I love you, (y/n).”

Izuku Midoriya is sick again, and stuck in the infirmary. He had a hard time training when he did push too much on himself, and he needs to rest for a few days. You went to check on him with some friends, and poor baby was so anxious about skipping school and having trouble caching up what he missed.

You have a huge crush on Izuku, and in order to help him, and maybe score some points to him, you decided to take double notes in class, writing down in a new notebook, just like those used by Izuku himself. You’ll give to him after school, so you’re not obliged to lend him your messy notes, and he’ll be able to catch up studying in the infirmary. It was a bit hard to order and organize your note taking, but you want it to be well presented for him.

You struggle at the beginning, but get used quickly to write faster in order to double note on your book and his. Even Aizawa noticed and asked what were you doing. He lowkey congrats you for your “team spirit”. You did it all day long, in every class. You can be pride of yourself, it was a great idea.

But you didn’t notice. You didn’t pay attention to your bad habits. You’re an airhead, having trouble concentrating, and you need to focus your mind on something and keep your hands busy with some repetitive moves. Like fold and unfold the corner of the pages, clicking your pen, or just randomly scribbling on your pages’ edges. Little doodles that you don’t even look at. Oblivious drawings of what’s in your head.

Shiny smiling on, you head to the infirmary immediately after the bell ringing. Recovery Girl let you visit Izuku, who was better than yesterday.

“Izuku-kun ! How are you today ? Better ?”

“Yes, thank you for caring, (y/n)”

You took the notebook out of your bag, and give it to him. His name was beautifully calligraphed on it. He blushed a bit, looking at you for some explanations.

“I did this for you ! So you can study like us, even if you are not taking classes. It’s yours, you can keep it ! But since you’re not coming back tomorrow, Recovery Girl told me, I’ll come in the morning to get it back and to take note for you again. Does it sound okay for you ?”

After long minutes of embarrassed and grateful thanks from Izuku, you left him alone to study and rest.

The next day, as promised, you picked his notebook from his nightstand, since he was asleep, and nearly arrived late to your class. You sit at your desk and prepare yourself to take notes. When you open Izuku’s notebook, a fold paper drops from it. Your name was on it, so you unfold it. You freeze, eyes and mouth wide open, skin turning to a scarlet tone. Matching the redness of the heart that was drawn on the paper. A big bright red heart. With Izuku signature. A few moments later, still red, you have to concentrate if you don’t want to miss what Ectoplasm was explaining. Mathematics always give you headache, so you need to concentrate. It was then that you noticed what Izuku probably noticed as well. Little sketches of him. Everywhere. Him in his hero costume, in his school uniform, in school sportswear, smiling, winking, sticking his tongue out, with random little stars and tiny hearts everywhere.

RIP you. And RIP him as well. He wasn’t asleep this morning, he was all flustered and shy. Was your sketches some kind of flirting ? Even if he likes you as well, he just doesn’t know how to deal with this. But nor do you. Poor crushing babies. Good luck.

Denki is playful. No doubt on that. He’s such a flirt with everyone. It’s his personality. He can’t help it. But when he is in love, it gets worse. You won’t say that he was embarrassing you, but you were confused every  time he smiles or winks at you when you two are in class. In the dorms, he would randomly touch your hair, compliment your food, want to sit next to you on the couch… More than with the other girls. You like all those small attentions, but it makes you feel… insecure. Maybe paranoid. Definitely awkward. He gets flirtier and flirtier every day. Like he was waiting for something. But what ?

He was waiting for you to fall in love, and maybe confess to him afterwards. Even if it seems strange, he’s too shy to do it himself. Everyone is used to him being a tease, but how would you react if he started being romantic ? He’s afraid that you may reject him. Poor baby, don’t please, you would break his heart.

But he’s done waiting. You divert all his attention, he can’t think about anything else than you. So he decided to do something. He’ll let you know about his feelings, but not directly , so you none of you would be embarrassed if it doesn’t work. If you don’t like him, you will just ignore it, and he will be fixed. At least, he has to give it a try.

So, an evening, while everyone was in the common space of the dorm, he sneaked in your room, with a little chocolate box and a letter. A long letter explaining everything. His feelings, the fact that he can’t face you and would die collapsing if he ever tries to, and that you’re not obliged to answer. His heart was speed racing in his chest, and it nearly stopped when he noticed your desk board. There was plenty of little drawings pinned on it, from memo’s notes to random papers full of sketches.

Dozens of little Pikachus staring and smiling at him, or at everyone who would sit on the chair. So you. You were surrounded by drawings of the little electric mouse. He approached in order to ogle the details, and he saw it. Some mention of his name. Little “Denki” written here and there. He imagined you, daydreaming and nibbling the tip of your pencil, like you do in class or when you study, and thinking of him. This thought filled him with the courage he was lacking to tell you about his feelings. He just dropped what he was holding, before running to the common space. No time to waste. He already waited too long.

You were sitting on a high stool near the counter, chatting with others and watching Bakugou cooking. Like everyone, you turned your head when you heard quick footsteps arriving. Why was Denki running ?

“(Y/N) !”

You raised an eyebrow, and before you could answer, he pressed his lips against yours and kissed you with all the love he feels towards you. You don’t remember what happened next because your mind just… stopped working.

“What was that for ?”

“The pikachus”

Mina and Denki voices brought you back, before fainting again when you heard the word Pikachu.

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Heeeere :) Hope you'll enjoy it. Let me know if you want me to change or to fix anything, and feel free to request anything else.

[orieriee]

Genshin men giving you nicknames pt. 2

Author's note: So I have this old pieces of headcanons or imagines that I'm gonna repost here because it's still fun to read in my opinion :0 and I added new characters too so yeahh

Pairings: Arataki Itto, Thoma, Xiao, Albedo x gn! reader (separate)

Warnings: petnames, nicknames, fluff

Arataki 'Numero Uno' Itto

✸ SUNSHINE!!! Have you heard his morning voiceline?? UGH I'M OBSESSED

✸ morning sunshine~ I MIGHT SIMPLY PAST AWAY EACH MORNING

✸ Other than sunshine, maybe my moon and my stars are two that I can actually picture him calling

✸ He likes to give you sky objects nicknames. He might even call you mini mars at some point 🤩

✸ My little onikabuto is a weird nickname but sure itto, however you want it for you

✸ He uses them A LOT like a lot, he adores you so much that he gave you so many cute nicknames

✸ He uses babe sometimes but he likes to use sunshine more, 100%

✸ Give him a cute or loving nickname back, he'll love it more than anything.

✸ I pull itto because of his personality please he's so funny I love him 😭

Thoma, my malewife:

✿ I am still furious that he didn't come home during his banner😡 I wasted my primos for C4 xiangling and somehow C4 rosaria and I don't even use them

✿ He's a literal gentleman, I would want to date this guy 100%, he gives you respectful nicknames

✿ He doesn't call you with nicknames unless you want him to because he doesn't want to make you uncomfortable

✿ "Oh, uh… You gave me a nickname? D-Do you want-? W-what should I give you back then?" WITH BLUSHING FLUSTERED FACE BECAUSE YOU JUST GAVE HIM A CUTE LOVING NICKNAME

✿ My prince/princess is one of his candidate for a nickname but I think he's more of umm

✿ milady, milord. Yes. That's it. But srsly Thoma, just give me any nicknames and I'll be happy 😭

✿ For more intimate sessions, he likes to call you with 'my love'

✿ Just imagine, while cuddling, "Oh, you just got out of the hot bath?" sniffs you 'you smell amazing my love.'

✿ AND THE FACT U DIDN'T COME HOME IS AN INSULT THOMA, COME HOME AND KISS ME AND WE MAKE OUT AND I'LL FORGIVE YOU

Xiao and Albedo are under the cut!

Call out my name *tetetetet* Adeptus Xiao

❃ NOPE. Don't get you hopes high up on this man. Don't even dream I think 🤡

❃ He almost never calls you with your own name let alone giving you cute nicknames✋😃

❃ No, I don't hate Xiao. I sacrificed all of my primogems for him. I main him. I'm just stating (un-canon) facts here

❃ It would be like "Hey… So… You're back from your adventure." "yeah" "You're not…. hurt or anything, I see." "I have some... Uh... Spare almond tofu. Eat it. You look malnourished from the long journey." Xiao😭

❃ But he does treasure you by his heart though. He's just a huge tsundere. Come here Xiao, lemme give you a good big ol' hug.

❃ He loves you but just doesn't use nicknames. Not even the teensy tiny bit of babe, baby or honey, dearest, no.

❃ But would be internally SO proud if you defend him by calling him yours though.

❃ "If you ever disrespect my precious xiao again, I guarantee you'll never see the sun rise again." with a d3ath glare

❃ Xiao: "y-yours?? Ugh- forget it." *pride is there but hides it so well*

Albedoooooo ALBEDOOOO u SUS

✧ I don't think you should get your hopes high too on this man.

✧ Perhaps like Diluc (read part 1), would only call you nicknames in private AND when he feels like it

✧ 'My dear' for fluffy intimate sessions and 'sweetheart' for flirting

✧ And when you want to give him nicknames, just don't mention his height. I feel like he would be less appreciative if you mention that

✧ Actually likes it when you nickname him with something around his passion like artsy boy, smarty pants, mr. painter, mr. alchemist, smarty boy, mr artist, etc.

✧Just imagine ruffling his hair out of the blue and calling him, 'smart boy or good boy' after he figures something out or succeeds a difficult task/experiment

✧ He'll be boom, a blushing mess, but then try to regain his composure

✧ "Cough ehem thank you dear. Couldn't have done it without your support."

[giggly-squiggily]

HC to Drabble!

Todoroki + praising/affectionate teases = a flustered puddle XD

He rarely gets that much affectionate praising or is rarely teased that he’s not sure really hot to take it. Though a blush does come up and it does encourage that person to just tease him more, AND DONT GET HIM STARTED WITH THE COMBO OF TICKLES 😭💞

AHHH THATS CUTE!!! I loved this so much!!! X3 I've gotcha covered, anon!

“I love you, Todoroki.”

Said half-and-half hero went bright red at the sudden statement, eyes widening before he turned away. “M-Midoriya!”

The green haired hero blinked, not expecting that reaction. Anxiety crept up his throat at the usually calm student shift. “Sorry, did I make you uncomfortable?”

The bi-colored haired student shook his head, moving his hands and peeking at his boyfriend. “N-No, not at all! I’m just...not used to it. Affection…”

Midoriya blinked again, understanding flashing in his eyes. Slowly, a teasing smile pulled on his lips. “Oh, okay.” He scooted closer and wrapped his arms around Todoroki from behind, resting his chin on his shoulder. “Hey. I think you’re amazing.”

Todoroki groaned, cheeks aflame once more. “Midoriya.”

“Your control over your quirk is beyond impressive.”

“Stop.”

“You’re sweet and considerate, strong and fearless-”

“Izuku! Please!” Todoroki covered his face with his hands, ears and neck growing red alongside his face.

The green haired student giggled, utterly delighted by this new discovery. “You’re so precious, Shoto.” Said boy made a muffed sound of dismay, giving Izuku an idea. “I want to see your cute face!” He teased, fingers moving to the taller boy’s sides and scribbling away. “Don’t hide from me!”

“I-zuuhuhuuhuhuuhuhuhuhuhuhukuuhuuhuhuhuhuhuhu!” Todoroki yelped with a laugh, squirming and twisting in Midoriya’s arms as his boyfriend tickled him. “Wahahhahhhahahit! No! Nohohoohohoohoohohoho! Dohohoooohohohn’t!”

“Don’t what?” Izuku asked innocently, digging into his ribs and relishing the rich, musical laughter. “Yohhohoohohohohou knhohohohohoohw whahahahhahat!”

“Oh! You mean tickle you! You want me to tickle you right? Tickle the adorably ticklish shoto-boy right?” If Todoroki was red before, he was beyond that now, his laughter kicking up a notch Midoriya dragged him back into their bed, fingers never stopping.

“MIHIHIHIIHIHIDORIYA! AHHHEHAHHAHHAHHAHA! STHAHAHAHAHP!” After a bit, when his eyes were wet from mirthful tears and his face hurt from smiling, did Midoriya stop. Gasping for air, Todoroki flopped back into the soft bed, arms coming around his torso protectively as he recovered. “Ahehaha...ehehhaha...y-you’re mean!” He halfheartedly complained, making Midoriya laugh.

“And you loved it!” The green haired boy responded back, earning a poke to the side. They laid like that for a while longer until poked him again, this time in the arm. “Hey. I love you, Izuku.”

Midoriya’s face lit up like the sun, face glowing with happiness at Todoroki’s shy smile. “I love you too. C-Can I kiss you?”

“Yes.” Was all Todoroki had to say before Midoriya captured his lips in his, filling his entire being with happiness.

Maybe affection wasn’t so bad, afterall.

[theredsuzuran]

Hello! Could I request Douma with a s/o who enjoys art? For instance, painting or drawing then placing their artworks around the paradise cult? They could be demon / human but preferably aware about the whole eating cult members thing? Me being me I would be fine knowing that lol. Sorry if this is too specific but thank you in advance!

Thank you so much for this request, I hope its upto your liking and I apologize if I have messed up🥺

Douma x Reader ~

The warm rays of the sun glistened your skin with a golden hue as you stood there on the long wide corridors holding the remaining pieces of arts that you were pasting on the walls of the busy temple, gazing at the distant sky with full concentration succumbing deep into the abyss of its aesthetics. So much so that you failed to notice your fellow cult members reaching out until someone pat your shoulder startling you suddenly.

"Oh" a soft sigh escape from your mouth as you to snapped out of your thoughts, looking directly at them with eyes still dreaming.

"We have been calling you for so long (y/n) san~ aren't you gonna tell your friends about him?"

"Do you think its going to rain anytime soon?"

"Are you even listening to what am saying?"

Averting your gaze from them you lifted your head upward at the direction of the tremendous vast expanse paying no attention to them while drifting away in your own world.

"If it rains will I see that again?" spacing out yet again but this time evoking vivid memories of a man finding your desolated body covered with blood and mud, drenched under the heavy downpour.

"What?" One or them inquired both curious and annoyed at the same time.

"I told you! (y/n) is weird just leave them alone its fruitless to strike any conversation at all, Lord douma probably shows his pity being a man of virtue" one of them whispered so that you don't hear them badmouthing you.

"Right who cares about those stupid paintings" the other giggled at your face then turned away leaving you behind in the now empty hallway.

All of them associate with you because of the favour you get from Douma, the supreme head of the eternal paradise cult. You have merely smiled knowing that they have always belittle your precious artworks crushing your fragile confidence into pieces although let's say you would never encounter them again and that's a different story, still they were unable to break your devotion. Every painting you made were nurtured and cared with great affection as you put your heart and soul into it. Most importantly there was the charming leader himself who encouraged you rather than making fun of it. That's the exact reason why douma was your savior.

Even though you knew the heinous crimes he have committed, the cannibalistic practices that occurs during midnight inside the temple complex, yes it terrifies you but still you cannot find in your heart to hate him, you wish demons could co exist together alongside mortals although it sounds absurd as predators can never befriend their natural prey but you were an artist who saw the world with a different perspective instead of blaming demons you felt sympathy. Since they were humans too once and due to unavoidable circumstances they are now suffering this fate. Making you wonder what was his story?

However you are quite mad lately since It has been days you last saw your beloved cult leader, afterall he has things to do and you seem to grow lonelier each day due to the lack of his presence. The way he caressed your cheeks and smiled ever so lovingly at you made your heart flutter with ecstacy. Art therefore have always been your escape as your days passes drawing sketches of him. You sat on the wooden engawa, with papers and colours scattered all over the floor holding your brush in hopes of completing his perfect image but your mind wandered to the eromous clouds engulfing the sky above. When suddenly you caught glimpse of a familiar sitting right next you.

"I thought I would wait since you were busy admiring the beautiful nature"

"Douma" a sudden rush of emotions came pouring down, the storm seem to have calm down by the heavy rain. However it was hard for poor (y/n) to decide whether to jump with pure happiness or to just sit and cry for leaving them astray.

"There there my little dove, am here" he replied smiling charmingly engulfing you in a tight embrace.

The two sat on top of the wooden floor. Once again letting the silence to develop, this time droplets of water accompanied the tranquil atmosphere with its drizzling sound.

"Are you hanging your paintings on the walls?" Douma asked enthusiastically breaking the previous calm.

"Yes" you replied politely

"good good" reaching his arms to pat you gently, he praised.

"Douma, where have you been?" You questioned Finally letting those words escape from your quivering lips which you were desperately trying to swallow inside this entire time and regretting because you are afraid of what might happen next for asking such an outrageous question ruining the blissful aura.

"Aww did (y/n) miss me?" Douma answered still maintaining his lively composure. Although there was sudden shift in the atmosphere as it grew a bit tense.

"What if I say I did?" You murmured under your breath blushing slightly to which his eyes widened for he have awaited long for something like this to happen.

"I have some orders to fulfill for that man" the douma chuckled slightly as he began speaking again "and probably he did not like it a bit that I failed to accomplish my mission" when you notice one of his beautiful multicolored orb a little swallowen as if someone have pierced his eyeballs out. You were aware of his supernatural existence and strength because he was not some ordinary demon but witnessing such injury made your heart drop.

"Now (y/n)~ show me what you are drawing" his face gleaming with excitement as he clapped his hands.

"It's not yet completed"

"Don't be like that show me" he made a puppy face.

"Noooo" you cried in protest trying your best to restrain him but failed miserably, since he was faster than you and upon seeing the drawing the sheet of paper he stopped responding. Been living for a century having money, status and almost a perfect immortal body, he still felt hollow. People stand in line for hours to worship him in order to achieve their own desires, to gift him valuable fortunes, antiques, exclusive garments and all sorts of expensive merchandise and sometimes in hope of wooing him but never in his life he felt so content by a simple piece of art made with such adoration. Overwhelming a ruthless uppermoon like him with strong emotions.

"I know it's not that good" you bit your lips in embarrassment but you were taken aback when you felt a pair of muscular arms wrapping your waist resting his head on your lean shoulders. Returning his gesture you smiled and closed your eyes running your hands in his platinum blonde hair in an attempt to soothe him.

"Douma do you remember the time we met?" douma hummed in response.

"Its because of you that am still alive and I can't show my gratitude enough, I have sworn to the art I love I will never break my loyalty towards you", douma looked at you this time when you suddenly reached your arms to cup his face amusing a bit in the process.

"Back when I was a child, I saw a beautiful arc covering the blue sky displaying a wide range of bright colours taking my breath away for I was mesmerized, and I hope I could see that again as I was laying down on the ground reminding the jovial moments of life before my demise, admist the rain I saw a shilloute of a man approaching me- that's when I saw that again in your eyes instilling hope within me, its a monochromatic world when you are not around"

That's when he took your hands into his large ones gently, giving the most lovable expression he could ever make, something so genuine for someone like him. He did not know why he was so attracted to a human like you. Moving his fingers on your lips caressing it softly smudging the colour you have applied before as he leaned closer and closer making your eyes shut tight too flustered to even look. Your face heating up on his cold touch, as you felt a his lips pressed softly onto your nose.

Opening your eyes slightly you found him grinning at your beet red face.

"Let's put that painting on my wall then!"

[sailorhyunjinz]

~ 𝕃𝕠𝕟𝕖𝕝𝕪 𝕍𝕚𝕤𝕚𝕥𝕠𝕣 ~

The mystical bookshop on the opposite end of the street seldom had customers but your boredom was getting the best of you, having just moved to a small town without any acquaintances. The last thing you expected when entering the dusty bookshop was a handsome boy glimpsing at you from behind his glasses. Maybe this innocent boy could cure your boredom? 

ℂ𝕠𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕤: SMUT ; bookshopowner!Jeongin x fem!reader. Virgin!jeongin, switch!reader x switch!Jeongin, strangers to friends, blowjob, handjob, penetrative sex, unsafe sex (careful pls), light humiliation, corruption kink, nicknames, orgasm (m/f), cum (outside), mentions of possession. 

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The ivy green building on the corner was rarely visited. It’s white pillars with gold swirly capitals looked inviting as you had just moved to the apartment complex across the street and were in need of some entertainment, having moved to a new town all by your self. Through the cloudy show window you saw litterary classics leaning against small mahogany painting aisle and crystals in all different shapes and sizes, all scattered across a velvet maroon piece of cloth. 

You leaned against the window, sheilding your eyes from the sun using your hands as you looked inside but to your disappointment you saw nothing but your own reflection. The warmth of the sun radiated on your back as a cool breeze stinged your cheeks. ‘It sure would be nice to sit in the small shop and read’ you thought as you wrapped your hands around the chipped golden door handle, pulling it down and being exposed to the smell of bound books.

The bell above the old wooden door rang as you entered through the rusty ivy green door, embellished with small colored glass panes. 

“Welcome to I.N bookshop, how can i-” 

Jeongin peeked from behind a big book, fascinated over how such a cute girl had entered his dusty little shop. His round glasses covered most of his face,  light pink cheeks hiding behind them. Putting the aged leather book away he stood up from his seat and scratched his thick, slightly curly black locks. This situation was unusual to say the least. The shop was after all only sought out by elders that wanted to find the books they had read in their teenage years when youth still glowed around them. 

A smile spread across your face as you saw the young boy shifting his eyes over the piles of grubby books, some of them piling up hindering you from coming closer. He blushed upon the state of the store but promptly walked up to you, keeping his eyes glued to the creaky floorboards underneath his feet. 

“Oh, hi u-uhm... I’m Jeongin! Nice to meet you” he said sheepishly, eventually sneaking a glance of your cute face. 

“Hi, nice to meet you. I’m y/n! I just moved across the street a couple of days ago and have just been staring at the shop from my window. Thought I might...c-check it out”.

You felt a shyness creep up on you, shifting your skirt slightly as you felt Jeongin’s looming eyes on your cleavage, silence widened over the small wooden cabinet-like shop. 

Jeongin snapped back into reality after you looked at him questionably, your head tilted as you tried to cover yourself from his predatory gaze with your hands. The curly haired boy gulped before shoving his delicate veiny hands into the pockets of his black dress pants. 

“Uhm.. so.. w-what do you usually read?” he asked while peering up. Looking into the same direction you saw a cozy half loft nuzzled into the far right of the shop, a corroded ladder being the only way to get up there. 

“I like pretty much anything,,, d-do you have any favorites?” you asked shyly as your gaze returned to the floor, seeing books piled up around your feet. 

He laughed timidly as he made his way over to the rusty ladder, stepping over heaps of untouched books and guiding you to do the same, kicking and pushing some piles away.

“I usually sit up there and read so all of my favorites are hidden from the customers heh...” he anxiously grabbed the back of his neck, looking down to the left as he spoke. 

“We can sit up there if you like!” Jeongin added, his voice getting excited since he gets to talk about his favorite literary works with you! Shyly, you nodded as your hands wrapped around both sides of the ladder, stepping onto the first step. Cautiously you climbed up and with every step you could see more of the loft unfolding in front of your eyes, your gaze on floor level. Jeongin decided to help you by holding the ladder, making sure you didn’t fall but this soon proved to be a mistake. He looked up with the intention of seeing how far up you’d gotten but his eyes landed underneath your skirt, your light pink lace panties on display for his puppy eyes to see. His breath hitched upon seeing the outline of your cunt and his hormones were flying like sparks, causing a painful erection to form inside his boxers. 

After what seemed like an eternity of fumbling on the ladder you finally stood on the half loft, carefully peeking down to see Jeongin still gripping the ladder while his cheeks were flaming red. 

“uhm,,, you coming up or..?”

He cleared his throat as he looked up, seemingly lost in thoughts. 

“Yeah,,, totally” he said awkwardly while climbing up. You offered him your hand as he neared the loft which he grabbed, seizing the opportunity to hold your soft hand that were enhanced by small gold rings and a bracelet. His heart was in his throat as your touch effected him more than he thought. He coughed to clear the nervosity from his gut but to no avail. 

When his hands travaled down to his pockets that’s when you noticed the tent between his two legs. A thousand thoughts flashed through your mind as your body came to a standstill. Should I run away and never look back? Should I help the poor boy? After all, he seemed awfully lonely enclosed in these 4 walls all day long and so were you, not having anyone to contact in the new city. 

Jeongin noticed your stiff figure, the light mumbling of a radio being heard from the white speakers on a small coffee table next to two old mustard yellow armchairs. Your eyes eventually met his. His gaze was as sweet as honey and his musky scent enhanced by the aroma of the ancient books. You felt yourself tensing up, your crossed legs clenching as you broke the eye contact with the fox-like boy. His eyes hooded whilst being filled with a bashful aura. 

“Kiss me”

You blurt out without even thinking. The neediness in your cunt growing wetter by every minute. Jeongin’s eyes brown orbs widened. 

“W-what...here? Now..?” 

“Don’t act dumb. I see...t-that” you glanced down at his erection for a split second, gulping as you saw the size. 

Flustered, Jeongin tried to cover himself from your eyes as a hot flash descended down his body. His blushed state, his innocent eyes hiding behind those black wired glasses and his veiny hands peeking through the paws of his dark blue sweater made you just wanna slam him against a wall, taking his innocence from him. 

You inched closer to him, his face in level with yours due to your similar heights. Your head tilted slightly, a pleading expression contorting across your features as he stared at your plush lips, wide eyed. His delicate hands form into hard fists, trying his best to not let his loneliness get to him. 

But he’s too weak. 

Cupping your crimson cheeks, he pulls you into a deep kiss and without hesitating you kiss him back on his precious coral lips. Your hands explored his body and to your surprise a toned abdomen was hiding beneath his warm appearance. Coaxing his tongue, you lick his bottom lip, moaning into the kiss as his hands stroked your back and gropes your ass. Heat rose to your cheeks as your cunt was sopping, having not been touched like this for a while but you weren’t the only one reacting this way. Your hands wandered down before momentarily stopping, you hesitated before palming the dark haired boy through his slacks but was pleased once you earned a moan from his petal-like lips. You pulled away from the fiery kiss, smirking as you spoke in a slightly hoarse voice.

“Sensitive babyboy, I barely touched you” 

He stiffens in your arms that were wrapped around his waist, his eyes settling anywhere but on yours. With a cocky smile you grab his tiny face by the jaw and force him to look into your lustful eyes. 

“You’re a virgin, right?” you asked with a smile on your lips.

“N-no,, no I’m not!” Jeongin huffed out, visibly flustered. 

“I don’t like people that lie”.

Your cold voice scared Jeongin but the fear added fuel to his neediness. He needed you. You pushed him down, the boy landing in one of the dusty armchairs with a thump.

“Y-yes I am a...v-virgin” 

He hesitated uttering those words, his lip quivering from the sexual tension but he also felt vulnerable, not having anyone to talk to about such matters. Jeongin watched you with hungry eyes as you pulled your shirt over your head, disheveling your hair in the process.

“What you staring at? Come on, off with your clothes” you said as you pointed towards his member. He obeyed in an instant but not losing eye contact with the soft skin that you revealed once you stepped out of your skirt that was now pooling on the floor, leaving you with nothing than your bra and panties. Jeongin’s hands were shaking as he tried to unbutton his pressed slacks. You rolled your eyes at his pitiful attempt. 

Your knees hit the wooden flooring as you helped him remove his pants, Jeongin bucking his hips slightly causing you to pull them down the entire way. Embarrassingly enough his precum had already created a wet stain on his boxers which made you snicker. You trace along his clothed dick with your fingertip, feeling him pulsating under your touch as blood accumilated between his legs. 

“How cute. Babyboy is throbbing from anticipation, isn’t that right?” you cooed to which he glared at you, mad for being humiliated by someone he barely knew but secretly enjoying it in his perverted fantasies. 

Upon pulling down his boxers you were greeted by his erect member that was barely touching his clothed abdomen. Your mouth watered from the sight, how fine purple veins snaked up his shaft and how his sensitive carmoisine tip glistened with a droplet of precum trickling down. You glanced up at his slightly puffy face and he nodded as if you had just asked him for premission. Using the tip of your tongue you lapped up his precum like an animal, eager to taste his sweetness as you pursed your lips and inserted only the tip into your wet mouth. 

Jeongin’s knuckles whitened as he gripped onto the armrests for dear life, his orgasm already looming around him due to his inexperienced nature. Your hands stroke his inner thigh wanting him to relax but that was the last thing on Jeongin’s mind. If he relaxed he would cum faster and that would be too much embarrassment to handle in one day, especially in front of you. Your pursed scarlet lips cascaded down his shaft as your hand wrapped around the part that wouldn’t fit down your throat. Small whimpers were heard from the boy with glasses everytime you lifted your head upwards, swirling your tongue around his leaking tip before plunging down again, all whilst your hand jerked off his girthy base. It didn’t take long before the poor boy was unable to controll the lewd noises that pierced your ear like the sound of music. For his every moan you got wetter, those pathetic whines of his causing you to dig your nails into his thighs, holding back from marking him up with hickies and showing him that he’s your new playtoy. 

The high-pitched moans mixed with the subtle murmuring of the radio still going in the background, the sloppy sound of your spit as you bobbed your head intensely driving Jeongin closer to his release. Just as he felt him twitch between your cheeks you pulled off, kissing his tip before looking up at him with doe eyes. The expression that haunted his face was priceless. You smiled at his bedraggled state, his twinkling eyes and heaving breath signaling that he was lost in pleasure moments ago. 

“Liked it, babyboy?” 

He nodded in agreement before grabbing your narrow wrist and standing you up, pushing you against a bookcase causing a couple of lightweight books to fall on either side of you. His mouth was dangerously close to your ear, his body close enough to radiate heat.

“But don’t call me that”. Jeongin’s voice changed, now more raspy. 

“Aw, does babyboy get shy when I call him that?” you ridiculed him but soon regretted it when he raised your eyebrow at you before turning you around and bending you down, you hands grabbing onto the shelf. 

“Hey! You can’t ju-”

Your moan cut you off as the tip of his cock entered you with ease, your juices almost dripping down your leg from the arousal as he pushed your panties to the side. Jeongin hissed as his member advanced into your throbbing pussy, desperate to feel you around his sensitive shaft. Small whimpers spilled out your mouth as he felt much bigger than he seemed, moving at a slow pace yet still hitting your g-spot with every thrust. His cold laugh sent shivers down your back where Jeongin’s hand was stragically placed in order to keep you bent down, the other hand wrapped around your hip.

“You’ve been fantisasing about this, haven’t you?” he groaned to which you tsked. 

“I think you’re talking about yourself, babyboy. With your nose in those books all day you surely must have read heaps of erotica.” 

He slammed his hips against yours making you mewl out in pleasure, trying to hold onto the shelf but only knocking down more books.

“Don’t c-call me that!” he defended himself from the shameful nickname you had given him but you couldn’t help but to laugh. 

“You’re adorable, you know that babyboy?”. Your gibbling laughter annoyed Jeongin causing him to push you back, his big hands wrapping gently around your neck and choking you slightly making your high-pitched whimpers more frequent. His pace quickened as he was nearing his orgasm and you could once again feel him twitching, only this time he was twitching inside your sopping cunt which further caused the knot in your stomach to tighten. 

“J-jeongin,,,f-fuck”. Shutting your eyes you saw a spectrum of colors fly by as your head spinned from the impending orgasm. The dark haired boy smirked, his eyebrows furrowed as he thrusted into your squelching cunt, the filthy noise completely muffling out the babble of the radio. Being his first time he was annoyingly good, pleasuring you in the ways you were longing for. 

A broken moan erupted as the hand around your neck descended down, stopping for a moment to give your nipples a twist before settling at your swollen clit. The fast circling movement of his long fingers paired with his relentless thrusting made you see stars behind your stinging eyes. You were unraveling at the seams in his touch but so did Jeongin, his final thrusts sloppy as a string of whines left his soft lips. 

Your legs gave up on you when you finally released, the knot in your core melting away as your juices coated Jeongin’s aroused dick. Jeongin crashed his hips against you one last time, the impact causing your butt to bounce against him. He pulled out quickly, dick twitching in his hand before his hot semen ran down your buttcheek as you were panting, holding onto anything on the dusty and creaky wooden shelf. 

Jeongin last cries echoed in your ears as he milked his dick out of every cumdrop, his glasses slipping off the tip of his nose. The hot substance quickly cooling off while trickling down as you tried to stand up, putting a hand onto Jeongin’s shoulder. 

“Y-you good?” he stuttered, scared that he’d hurt you.

“Yeah... think so” was what you managed to say before falling into Jeongin’s sturdy embrace. He let out a surprised squeal as he caught you, snickering quietly at your struggle to hold yourself up. 

“I guess I’m your first friend in town now” he smiled shyly as you looked at him naively. Blushing profusely, you looked deep into his dangerously sweet eyes that were rimmed by his thin wire glasses.

“I guess you are”. 

[unknown-writing]

When you Proposed First...

Summary: You and your boyfriend have been together for a really long time. You couldn’t handle just being “Boyfriend and Girlfriend” anymore. So, you took matters into your own hands...And Proposed first!

Warning(s): Fluff, spoilers for Sanji’s past

A/N: Had a thought of how Sanji would react to me proposing to him and giggled lol.

     Luffy isn’t one for getting the Hint for specific moods in the air. He’s pretty dense when it comes to stuff like that. So, despite being alone together on this very romantic outing on the Island your crew had been staying at for a small vacation after a recent battle. He missed a lot of subtle details you kept bringing up.

“---Luffy! Earth to Luffy! Hello!?” You shouted while hitting his head a few times, wondering why he was spacing out. You panicked a bit because you thought he was angry with you for your question.....You asked him to marry you.

Luffy never expected to find a girlfriend(or boyfriend) while traveling at Sea. Not that he’d ever planned on getting with somebody any time soon. His life was WAY too dangerous for anything romantic anyways. But even so...Meeting you, befriending you, and then falling for you...It all just.../Happened/. it wasn’t planned or expected, he never met somebody as strong as you were, even without devil fruit powers. You just kept surprising him with every day that you woke up.

You stood there while awkwardly holding the box with something /other/ than a ring in it. It was actually a small charm-like Pin that he could pin to his hat or shirt instead. You knew that he wouldn’t wear the ring because it’d easily break with his stretching abilities, he wouldn’t want to break such a valuable gift from his beloved s/o that he loved so much. “Is...Everything alright Luffy? Did I do something wrong?” You asked while tilting your head. Asking that question made him snap back to reality again.

    Before you could respond though, he had pounced you. Clinging to you for dear life with this big dopey grin going from ear to ear. His face was blushing a pink hue as well. Pausing to grab your face and give you a big smooch, he chuckled, “Do you have any idea how amazing you are y/n!?” He asked, making you blink, but then blush as well. “I don’t know how you managed to read my mind but, I wanted to marry you too!” (He didn’t fully know what he was talking about here). Your blush got redder, he paused and blinked, “Y/n....Your face is red....” he commented, making you flinch then glare up at him

“S-Shut up...I just didn’t expect you to know what was going on is all!” You lied...He chuckled as he started giving your face kisses as he still clung to you tightly. You watched him put the pin right in the front of his precious hat. The sun was hitting him perfectly, so you watched a gentle ray glow on the pin.

You kept staring until he pulled out a small box himself that he’d been hiding for the past three weeks, nervous to give it to you as he’d never done something so big before...You held the box in your hand. and he’d gotten you the typical ring as well but, it wasn’t gold or silver. It was oddly enough...Purple? Purple was your favorite color after all, so seeing that he got you a purple colored wedding ring of all things, you knew he was the one for you.

       Zoro was actually pretty quick when he realized he wanted you as his Wife. Each day passed when you two were dating for more than a few years now, would be met with “Please be my wife” as a small joke despite being pretty serious about it.

Today was no exception. At first he woke up pretty angry because one of his swords had gone missing...His childhood sword wasn’t with him this morning. About to scold you for taking it, he noticed that you were with Franky and Usopp helping fix it after a recent battle, since you couldn’t go on the island due to being sick, you thought these two could help fix it.

“---Hopefully this does the trick. The metal on the handle has been worn out for a while...It may need to be completely replaced when we reach the next Island in a few days.” Franky comments, while pointing to the dents in the golden handle. You picked it up to get a closer look at it. “It doesn’t just look like the metal part is busted either....It’s the cloth too. Which is something that I can easily fix myself.” You comment out loud, unaware that Zoro was listening in on the conversation.

Eventually leaving to go grab some food and booze, now that he didn’t have to worry on who stole his sword, Zoro sighed as he sat down in his secret drinking spot (that he shares with you of course). “Damn...I want her to be my Wife” he mutters to himself before taking a sip of the drink he was holding.

Later that same day, you had brought back the sword that you had “borrowed to try and get it fixed” for Zoro. before heading back from putting it back, you felt an arm grab your leg. And before you knew it, you were sitting right on his lap again as he hugged you tightly. You giggled as he pressed his face against your neck, his grip getting tighter, “You trying to hug me, or strangle me?” You teased before planting a kiss on his hair. “I want you to be my Wife” He asked again, which just made you chuckle because he’s been doing this for the last week now.

     A brief silence filled the room, you squirmed a bit while you tried reaching in your pockets to grab something. A small box. You held it out awkwardly while blushing a deep crimson red from ear to ear. “....W-Why not...You become my husband?” You asked. That caught his attention real quick. He blinked as he started at the small box in front of his face, he reached out to open it and see two rings in it (one for each of you of course)

A big sheepish grin started to form as he ignored the pink hue on his own cheeks. “...I love you y/n...” He simply says while putting the ring on his finger, and then puts your ring on your finger. You giggled before reaching up again to give him a proper smooch that started turning to a passionate kiss. “I’m happy that your finally my wife now~” He jokes as he nuzzles into again and the two of you just cuddled together before dinner time.

     You knew about the Political marriage between him and Pudding from Big Mom’s family. You figured out that something had happened when you saw that Pudding and Sanji had “broken up” when you two had started getting more serious in the relationship. You were Pissed Off knowing that he might have been cheating on his Fiance with you, but the crew later explained the full context of what happened (Usopp had to tell you the details that Pudding erased from Sanji’s memory so it didn’t traumatize him again).

After a rocky start to your steady relationship. Sanji has been nothing but honest with you for anything that you may have wanted to know about. He even offered to tell you his childhood at some point but you declined, saying “Sanji-kun...Tell me when you feel emotionally ready ok? Don’t force yourself if your not ready.” And after he heard that, he /knew/ the girl he had to be with was with you. No ands ifs or buts about it. You were the one he was going to Marry for Real one day.

Today was a special day for the two of you, and thankfully, you were on an Island to be able to celebrate it. This was your third year Anniversary together after the time skip of being apart. Sanji had surprised you with a /very/ romantic date to the local festival that was happening nearby since he knew that fancy restaurants weren’t your thing as you were too used to /his cooking/. You two had spent the majority of the festival with the crew, but after a while, you two had gone off to have your own little private date on your own. Sneaking off to the nearby forest for some privacy.

You knew that he was a Romantic Sap when it came to dates. You were the type to just stay home and chill there but, this was a special day so, you thought that you’d amuse him this time. By the time you two had managed to sit down and start eating the delicious meal he had prepared for the two of you (which included some of your favorites). Sanji was telling a big story that happened when you weren’t part of his life, doing silly poses whenever he’d quote his other crewmates, making you have a hearty giggle fit throughout his story.

Before he turned around, you got on one knee and held the Ring box in your hands and stayed quiet. You grinned when he turned around to see you but, completely /froze/ at the sight of you on one knee with the Ring box in your hands. A pink hue started to form as you started to get flustered, “Sanji-kun.....” You started, which made him gulp, anxious of what’s gonna happen despite knowing what it may be. “...Even though we’ve only been together for a few years without the Time skip included...” You paused again so you could pull out the ring, which was a nice silver ring with a very small diamond in the middle. he recognized this ring as you used to wear it on your chain. “Y-Y/n...You can’t...” he starts off, making you nervous, “That ring is yours...” he finishes while avoiding eye contact due to being nervous himself

You giggled, “Sanji-kun....I love you....I want you to have this. I’m willing to gift you something precious...Because your more precious than a silly ring.”

     That did him in. That tiny speech of you claiming he’s more precious than one of your rings was what got him to cry. He cursed, flustered with himself, “D-Dammit....I-I should be proposing t-to you...Not the other way a-around” He complains with a dopey grin that showed his true feelings towards this. “...Will you Marry Me?” You finally asked, holding out a hand so that way you can put the ring on his finger if he said yes.

He didn’t technically say /yes/. But he did nod his head as the awkward crying turned into sobs. After putting the ring on his finger, he fell down to tightly hug you. He’d never been given something so precious in his life without it being taken away from him right after. You knew this though, and just allowed him to cry as you pat his head gently and giggled every now and again

“I love you y/n-san! I love you so fucking much!” He’d repeat, making /you/ get flustered with his chanting declaration of love to you. You hugged him tighter, “I know. I love you too Sanji...After all that you’ve been through...I knew that you were perfect for me, as both a boyfriend, and a Husband.”

Hearing those words just made him sob even longer. He’s never had somebody love him /like this/ in a very long time. And he can’t wait to continue to be loved by y/n for the rest of his life.

[samstree]

hii!! geraskier 22 for the banter prompts?? 💞

Thank you so much Chrysa for the prompt!! <33333 I aimed for banter but it ended up soft somehow. Now I give you some domesticity and accidental discovery of new erogenous zones. ;))

banter prompt 22. “You didn’t answer my question.” 

(Geraskier, 1.2k, domestic husbands, unusual erogenous zones, cw: scars and torture)

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Geralt turns another page.

He’s sat against the floor-to-ceiling window on a soft rug. The book is laid out next to him on the ground, so the lazy winter sun may provide enough natural light. Somewhere during the past hour, Jaskier has joined him and laid down on his thigh, his head pillowed there comfortably.

It’s just the right position for Geralt to card his fingers through the bard’s mussed hair, scratching behind his ear absent-mindedly. If not for the little nuzzles, he would think Jaskier has dozed off in the warm sunlight.

His other hand still keeps the book open, pressing down on each line as he devours the story.

The plot picks up. The ogre is entering the castle, searching for the cursed princess. Suddenly there’s a dragon. She can breathe a sea of fire to block his way. Oh, no.

Geralt tenses, his palm traveling to Jaskier’s arm and stroking up and down nervously. His heart almost jumps out of his throat.

Thankfully the dragon flings her tail and sends the ogre crashing into the princess’ chamber. Oh, but she’s expecting a prince, not an—

Jaskier’s breath hitches.

Geralt’s attention snaps back to the bard. It’s not a sign of distress. In fact, when Jaskier’s breathing changes like this, it means exactly the opposite of discomfort.

He notices his fingers have been lingering on the inside of Jaskier’s wrist, where the jagged scar peaks over the end of the sleeve. The newly formed skin is still tender even after months of healing, but a simple touch has never elicited a response like this.

Intrigued, he observes the bard’s reaction and traces the scar again, this time with a deliberate pressure.

And Jaskier bites in a moan, his face buried into the fabric of Geralt’s trousers, his eyes still squeezed shut.

“Jaskier?”

The bard pretends to not hear.

“Is that—” Geralt chuckles. “Is that what I think it is?”

“Why I don’t know what you mean.” The response comes out muffled.

Geralt repeats the motion and the bard can’t hold in a whorish moan this time. The gentle caress seems to send a shudder through his body, making him curl into himself on the rug.

“Hmm.” Geralt lets go of the book and slowly rolls Jaskier on his back, keeping his neck supported nicely. “Are you actually turned on by this?”

Cornflower blues stare back begrudgingly.

“Making fun of me like this,” Jaskier says, pursing his lips. “You’re lucky I love you.”

“I am, but you didn’t answer my question.”

Geralt leaves the scar alone and takes Jaskier’s hand, his thumb stroking encouragingly. The bard sighs before returning a gentle squeeze.

“It’s become more sensitive… recently,” Jaskier admits.

“I thought it was just numb.”

“For a while, yes. But these days, if you touch too lightly, I just… I get like this.” A blush dusts over the bard’s cheeks in embarrassment.

Geralt hums. He holds Jaskier’s hand closely, and rolls down the sleeve, exposing the entirety of the marred skin. It looks pink and tender, like the scar tissue could break again easily with even the tiniest rough handling.

Thinking back on the severity of this wound when they got Jaskier out of that torture cell, Geralt’s stomach turns with unease.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” he frowns.

Jaskier bites his lower lip. “Thought it would just go away if I ignored it, I guess.”

A shadow casts over his features, just like every time he wakes up from those nightmares. Geralt has been trying to erase those haunted looks on the bard’s face but failing, but perhaps this is an opportunity they can explore.

“Do you feel anything?” He prods the edge of the scar with a thumb and Jaskier nods. Geralt keeps moving, changing the way he presses and moves.

“Oh—” Jaskier startles, but not unpleasantly, his heart picking up. “That’s weird, but not as weird as before… oh, wow. It’s nice, like this… Wait, no—"

Geralt stops instantly.

“Too much?” he asks, concerned.

Jaskier only grins, the blush deepening. “Too good.”

Raising an eyebrow, Geralt suddenly has an idea.

“Sit up.”

The bard groans but obliges. His hair is all ruffled in the afternoon doze, his eyes sparkling in the warm sun. The witcher can’t help but lean in for a kiss, immediately deepening it and pushing the bard against the glass window.

A tiny moan escapes Jaskier’s throat as Geralt shifts to nip at his neck. Their fingers thread together. The bard bites into his earlobe and Geralt has to pull back a little to stop things from getting too heated up.

“I’m going to try something, all right?” Geralt rasps. Their breaths mingle at the proximity. When Jaskier nods eagerly, he holds up their interlocked hands again. Tilting his head for a better angle, Geralt presses his lips on the scar gently.

Jaskier sobs and whimpers, but Geralt focuses on keeping the pressure feather-light, licking and soothing the delicate scar tissue like it’s the most precious thing in the world. At the back of his mind, he realizes that it is. It’s a part of Jaskier. It’s a part of what he went through just to be here, safely tucked away from the world. And that makes the jagged patch of skin something to be worshipped.

With another flick of tongue, Geralt pulls away to see his bard completely out of it from the constant stimulation. He breathes heavily. Pleasure renders his cheeks rosy-pink and his eyes hazy. He leans on Geralt’s shoulder with a relaxed hum. Judging by the hardness in his trousers, the reaction is quite positive.

“Still good?”

A laugh comes out incoherently. After all these years, Geralt still prides himself in the effects he has on Jaskier, no matter how many times they’ve pushed the boundaries of pleasure for each other.

“I need—” his bard splutters, flustered. “I need you to…”

Geralt brushes back the hair falling into those beautiful cornflower blues, revealing Jaskier’s smooth forehead, and presses a wet kiss there. “What do you need, my love? Just tell me.”

Jaskier grins. “I need you to take me to bed. Now,” he breathes desperately. “Or I’ll take you right here.”

“Not much of a threat.”

Geralt collects himself, stands, and then bends down to scoop Jaskier up. The bard yelps before clinging tighter, which happens to put the scar just within reach for another quick kiss.

“Oh… Perhaps I should get tortured more often if this is what comes out of it,” Jaskier teases, but the witcher only sends him a stern look. His brows furrow in seriousness. “What? Too soon?” The bard places a smooch on Geralt’s cheek as an apology, before burrowing into the crook of his neck.

“Hmm. You are an idiot.”

“Your idiot.���

At his feet, the book remains open, but the ogre and the princess will have to wait. Geralt has his bard to take care of. In a few new ways that they can certainly come up with once they reach the bedroom.

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If only scars all worked like this, the world would be a slightly better place. And yes, the book is indeed Shrek ;))

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