#but if he does say something interesting i’ll try and share

[sunglassesmish]

i haven’t been able to stop thinking about this since i sent it in yesterday and i don’t regret it. but i feel like i see myself doing another even if i haven’t got the first one yet 😞

[yanderemommabean]

Sooo thinking about gojo who is watching reader through a secret cam everyday. He acts like the sweetest, goofiest guy ever but he is worse.

Gojo just adores when you try to lie to him. It’s a sick thrill he gets, really, knowing what you’re actually up to but asking you to your face regardless, watching as you lie so smoothly through your teeth. He’ll ask what you were up to the night before, maybe even when you decide to “head to bed early” to check in on you, and you lie, say you were tired, say you needed some time to think about work and the upcoming projects. 

He knows what you really do though. He loves that he’s the only one who gets to see it to, like you two are bonded in this sense as you share your most intimate fantasies. 

The cameras don’t lie, he watches with perverted and rapt attention when he sees the footage of you beginning to slide your cute night shorts down. A bit earlier than your usual nights but if he’s right, last night's indulgence was  more to relieve stress than being horny. What a shame…See if you’d let him into your home, into your arms, he’d make sure that stress would be milked out of you session after session. He has quite the stamina you know? 

That was earlier this morning when he spent a bit longer getting ready, watching you and your seductive ritual. Now he’s with the group, wondering if any of them know what a needy little minx you actually are, and if they do know, they won’t be around much longer. 

He wets his lips, watching your mouth move as you speak to him about what you were going over last night, but all he can picture is how you throw your head back, how your moans sound when desperate and reaching that peak, wondering what you taste like, what you feel like, how you’d claw his back and beg for him to pump you full of his spend so you never forget how he loves you, and how you belong only to him. 

“Gojo did you hear me?” “Hmm? Yeah, just thinking it over is all” He comments casually, watching as the others roll their eyes, not believing a word. 

You do the same, just more playfully, going back to telling the story of what happened at the gas station last night before you got home. Interesting for sure, it’s not everyday that a fight that big breaks out and it isn’t even curse related, but all he can picture is how your ass looks when you’re on all fours and fingering yourself within an inch of your life, arching and moaning, taunting him to just break his vow and his code. 

Honestly, you're a cruel tease, and you don’t even know it. Gojo wants so badly to sink his teeth into your skin, mark everywhere from that tender neck to your sensitive thighs and especially that delicious ass of yours. 

He has to will the blood away, feeling his cock filling out and trying to stand erect in his pants.It’ll be fine, when he gets home he’ll just switch to the live feed and watch you, be you lounging around in those sleep pants, cooking and being a cute little chef, or blessing him with yet another show with your body completely bare to his hungry and starving gaze. 

“Ugh, Lunch breaks over huh? Well I’ll catch you guys later” Gojo says, standing up and making sure his glasses were perched better on his nose. Oh he wouldn’t waste a second of watching you walk away, that smile, those hips, those legs-They’re all something he wants to claim. 

Most importantly, he wants to claim you. And he’s getting there. Maybe he can convince you to accept yet another gift of his? A cute little shower soap holder shaped like a turtle, that of course, does a bit more than bring the room together. 

(-Mommabean. Hi! I hope you enjoyed!)

[ilythena]

Request: Jack and Luke go to an animal shelter to adopt a pet (cat or dog, which ever is your favorite) and Jack falls for the adoption counselor that helps them pick out the perfect pet

𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐋 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑 | 𝐉𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐇𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐄𝐒

★SUM after Luke begs Jack to get a dog, he ends up lucky in more ways then one.

Fem!reader, straight fluff, no warnings! Kinda short tho, tbh I got too interested in Luke begging Jack for a dog 😭 req are open so don’t be shy to send in some, almost done w a lot of them just gotta find time to post em <3

♪ DIAMOND BOY - SZA

“Can you just hear me out-“ “no.” “Please! Just one!”

Sitting on the bed in Jacks room of their shared apartment, Jack throws his head back with an irritated groan. “Luke, I’m not going to keep arguing with you about this shit. We can’t have a dog. Who’s going to watch it? And clean up after it? We’re both professional hockey players and have zero time for an animal.”

With a pout, Luke hesitates before speaking again. “I’ll clean up after them! And I’ll spend all the time with them!” “Luke no. We have a game tomorrow. Go to bed.”

“Why am I even asking! I’m a grown man. I’ll just get one and bring it home.” “I wish you fucking would.”

Luke storms out of Jacks room and heads to his own. Immediately getting on his phone and ranting to Quinn about his problems, Jack turns his body and sighs.

“…what’s going on with the Hughes’?” “Apparently Jack said no to a dog. Luke’s not taking the rejection well.”

The two brothers glare at each other from across the locker room, Luke tightening his laces and Jack grabbing his stick. He mouths an ‘I’m not changing my mind. No dog.’ And Luke huffs before walking out.

“…..well, he’ll get over it soon.” Nico says, patting Jack on the back and he just frowns. “Why is he so insistent on a pet all of a sudden? I mean, you understand why I’m saying no right?”

“Yes, I understand. But I can also see his side. You two will come to a compromise eventually. Let’s not worry about this stuff and just focus on trying to win the game tonight, okay?” Nico says and with a nod, both boys walk out of the room and onto the ice.

Everything was going well at first, Jack had even scored a goal! But it’s like this week just wasn’t on his side. The opposing team began crushing them after the first quarter, swiftly taking out their team with a score of 3-1.

On top of the crushing loss, it was pouring rain outside. And his umbrella broke, which meant he had to walk in the rain, with his brother who’s mad at him, after he loses a game. Great.

Both boys get to the car cold and covered in water—not a word spoken between the two. Luke closes his door shortly after Jack does and it’s pure silence between the two. Jack starts the car and turns the heat up to the max before driving off and making his way home.

“Hey luke?” “…yeah?” “I’m sorry. I’ve been really stressed out and honestly I don’t think it’s good for us to be arguing over something so stupid. Maybe we should get something to eat-” bark! Jack’s eyes snap over to Luke and suddenly it feels like the car is at 100 degrees.

“What was that.” “What was what…?” Bark! Comes from Luke’s side of the car once again, this time Jack can faintly see something moving inside of his jacket.

“Luke.” “….listen! Do you see how hard and cold it it outside? Poor thing would have freezed to death out there!” “I told you no dogs!” “Look at her!”

Luke pulls the small puppy out from his jacket and you can see her shaking. Wet, cold, and obviously very lost.

“…what do we do now?” Jack whispers and Luke doesn’t answer, pulling the animal closer to his chest. After a moment of discussing what to do, the boys decide to just go home and sleep for the night.

“Hi, welcome in… how can I help you?” “We wanna adopt this dog-“ “no we don’t.”

Jack pushes Luke behind him and gently snatches the puppy from his hands, a sharp gasp cutting through the air when Luke feels the shove.

“Oh! Where did you find them?” “On the street, my brother couldn’t help but pick them up.” You gently take the animal out of Jack’s hands and inspect them for a second before looking him in the eyes. “I’ll have to do a cleaning and a check up for them, since they’re very dirty and I want to make sure the dog is healthy before I give them to you.”

Jack glances at you and when you two make eye contact all the anger he had directed towards Luke died down immediately in his throat. He quietly nodded and in less than a second, you were gone and in the back.

Another one of your coworkers came and got their information, and Jack had sat next to Luke in the small waiting area.

“…can we please keep the dog-“ “maybe.”

After what seemed like hours, you walk out with the dog put in a small kennel, handing it to your coworker. “Good news, puppy is very healthy! Bad news, you can’t keep her because she’s microchipped, which means she does have an owner.” Luke groans in disappointment, but his eyes flicker over to another dog playing through the window in a designated play area.

Jack notices this, and after standing there for a while, he speaks. “….are any of the dogs over there up for adoption?” “Yes sir! All the animals on the right side of the building are up for adoption. Are you interested in adopting today?”

“Um, yes.” Luke’s head snaps over into Jack’s direction. “That’s great! I’ll let you two look at the animals, and let me know if you decide to adopt.”

As you walk away, Jack looks at Luke and glares. “Don’t get too happy. I’m picking the dog.”

“Hello Mr. Hughes, how may I help you today?” “Hey. I know this is really sudden, but I think he’s sick! He’s been throwing up a lot.”

Jack drags in a golden retriever, who his brother named ‘Jett’ and he doesn’t look to well. Slouching and obviously very tired.

“Oh no! Here, follow me. I’ll get him onto the inspection table and I’ll check what’s wrong with him.” He follows you down the hallway with the puppy in his arms and sets him down gently onto the cold metal table.

Watching you take a stethoscope and check up his heartbeat and trying to listen into his stomach, his heart briefly stops when you call in your coworker to do an x-ray on the animal.

After getting sent to the waiting room and waiting an hour, his worried face shifts to confusion when Jett quickly runs out the door and in between Jack’s legs.

“So, I thought he had an infection in his stomach from some sort of food, but as soon as I officially set up the x-ray and tried to put him under it, he refused and went from looking sick to looking completely fine. My diagnosis is that he was trying to get your attention by being dramatic.”

Jack scoffs in disbelief and looks down at the golden ball of fur in between his feet, shaking his head and rolling his eyes.

“Wow. So I brought him here for nothing?” “Pretty much.” You try to hold back a laugh but fail miserably, smiling at the animal and preparing the register for his bill.

“Well, at least he’s okay! That’s all that matters.” You say and Jack lets out a brief chuckle before looking down at the machine.

“150 dollars?!” “Unfortunately, He did waste the supplies used to prep the x-ray machine…”

“Back again, Mr. Hughes?” “He was eating grass, I’m concerned he’s sick.” “You said that the last time you came in.”

It’s been about 4 months since Jack officially adopted Jett, and coincidentally his owners been coming into your clinic non stop for those past 4 months.

“I’m just looking out for him, what kind of owner would I be if I just let everything slide under the rug?” He grins and you scoff with a smile before leading him and his dog into a private room so you can “investigate” the problem with Jett.

The happy dog jumps up onto the table and rolls over, making a happy sort of huffing noise when you rub his stomach. After doing regular check up procedures, you can determine that there’s absolutely nothing wrong with Jett.

“As usual, there’s nothing wrong with your dog. Why do you keep coming in here when you know he’s fine?” Jett jumps on you and you can’t hold back a laugh when he jumps down onto the floor and stands in a playing position. You open the door to the dog play area and let him out to go socialize with the other dogs that stay in the clinic.

“Maybe I just wanna see the cute girl who works here.” “Well maybe there’s an easier way for you to do that instead of dragging him along with you and wasting your money.” Jack bites his lip into a smile and slowly walks closer to you with his hands into his pocket.

“Does that mean that maybe I can take you out on a date this weekend?” “Maybe it does.” You lean against the counter that holds all the paperwork and files in the clinic and take out a small slip of paper, writing something down on it before shoving it into his hands and walking back into a ‘staff only’ facility.

“ xxx-xxx-xxxx. I’ll see you this weekend, Hughes. ;)”

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I would have added my pink banner BUT I ran out of picture space….. sorry this ended so suddenly, I was struggling w how to end it!

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[itsjusthockey]

Hey hun!! Could u write about something about Jack getting injured pretty bad with him being his clumsy self and catching his edge or something. Reader feels obligated to pamper him every second of everyday and is just so gentle with him it gets to the point where Jack is like “babe just because I hurt my leg doesn’t mean we can’t make out or do it” cause reader is like so scared of hurting him but Jack is just super needy

Smooth - Jack Hughes

Summer Series Open Now

This was a request, keep sending them I love them (if I get more than five new request, I drop a new fic tomorrow)

I changed a few little things but I love how this turned out

Much longer than expected, whoops

w.c 1,516 (credit to gif maker) (slight suggestive content)

You’re honestly surprised Jack has lived to see the grand age of 22. He may think he’s agile, smooth even, but you know better. In fact, you’d dare even to say that your boyfriend is one of the clumsiest people you know. It’s honestly a miracle he hasn’t broken anything, especially since this summer; he’s really been pushing his limits.

“Babe, Babe! Look.”

You turn your head up from the book you are currently devouring to stare at your boyfriend. You watch as he does a cute little flip on the wave and throws you a couple of peace signs. You smile, give him a thumbs up, and not a second later, he dives off the board and into the lake.

He quickly gets into the boat, grabs a towel, and shakes out his hair. As soon as he’s only a little wet, he walks toward you, sitting right next to you and placing your legs on top of his.

“That must be a damn good book. Usually, you can’t take your eyes off me.”

You roll your eyes at him, gently placing the book down. “Well, if you must know, it is very interesting. Lots of murder, lots of mayhem.”

As soon as the sentence leaves your lips, he snatches the book from your lap, reading the back insert. After a couple of seconds, he hums.

“Looks kinda good.”

You smile and snatch it back. “I’ll add it to your list.”

Jack nods, smiling again at you, and leans over to kiss your forehead. When he pulls back, he nods toward Luke, who is currently surfing at the back of the boat.

“I think I’m gonna go again; try that thing Luke saw on TikTok.”

Once he says that, you narrow your eyes at him.

“The last time you tried something like that, both of you almost drowned.”

This time Jack rolls his eyes, shaking his head wildly.

“Please (Y/N), your lack of faith is insulting. We’re experts.”

You shrug your shoulders at your boyfriend; you honestly don’t care; you know that sometimes their little tricks can become problems.

Mere minutes later, the two of them are hooked up and gliding effortlessly on the water. Quinn is driving the boat, and you’re watching, realizing this may be something you want to see. You’re also sitting beside Trevor, who’s filming the entire thing.

It’s starting great; they do a few little tricks while you and Trev cheer them on. You also catch when Jack does another turn a throws a wink your way, dragging his hand through his hair which he knows you love.

You’re honestly pretty impressed at the pair, not that you’d ever let them know that, but they look good. Everything seems to be going great until it’s not.

You’re all still cheering them on when they reach their final move. One second they’re both good, then in a blink, they both go down, but not before you hear a slight yelp from your boyfriend as he hits the water.

As soon as they fall, Trevor’s eyes dart to you, both of you sharing the “oh fuck” look. Quinn notices this, too, and weaves the boat around quickly.

When you finally get to the pair, they both look a little nervous. Trevor moves first, quickly moving to put down the ladder. Seconds later, he’s helping pull Jack up, Luke also helping to push him into the boat. You can’t help but wince yourself as you watch your boyfriend's nose scrunch up in pain.

As soon as he gets into the boat, he swings his leg up, and everyone can see the blood dripping down and a giant purple bruise forming.

Without saying a word, you grab the first aid kit from the front of the boat and swing into action. You sit across from your boyfriend, wordlessly opening a few supplies. You’re not mad, of course; you’re just worried. Injuries aren’t ideal for hockey players, even if they're small.

“Oh, son of a bitch,” Jack hisses as you wipe some alcohol pads over the rather large cut.

You glance up at him to see some tears welling up in his eyes, and as soon as you meet his eyes, he rips them away. You know he’s mad at himself and, obviously, in quite a bit of pain.

“Is he gonna make it?” Luke asks, watching behind you.

“Don’t know, might have to cut it off.”

You look toward Jack as you make the joke, trying to ease the slight tension, but he doesn’t seem very impressed.

Ten minutes later, you’re docked, and Trevor and Luke are tasked with getting Jack to the house. You stay behind, helping Quinn get the boat settled and doing the glamorous job of wiping your boyfriend's blood off the boat floor.

“He’s lucky that wasn’t worse.” Quinn breaks the silence. “I should’ve backed you up more.”

You shake your head, throwing away the bloody paper towels. “They were gonna do it anyway. He’ll be fine.

You both finish up and go to the house, seeing Luke and Trevor in the kitchen, but no sign of Jack.

“He’s upstairs,” Luke says, gesturing toward the stairs.

You walk by and ruffle his hair slightly, to which he wacks your hand gently away, throwing you an uneasy smile.

You head up the stairs to the bedroom, and when you enter, you see your boyfriend lying on the bed, his foot propped up with some ice on it. As soon as you enter, his eyes follow your figure as you move toward the dresser, grabbing some clothes to change into.

Before you go to the bathroom, you stop.

“Do you wanna shower all the lake and sunscreen off you?”

Jack whips his head toward you, and after a bit of silence, he nods. You move to help him, getting him into the bathroom and helping him peel off his shorts.

Soon you’re both in the shower, and you’re making sure he keeps his weight on the good leg. In the bathroom's light, the bruise and the cut look terrible, and your heart breaks everything he winces.

“I’m sorry.” He blurts out after minutes of silence.

You give him a confused look. “Why? It’s not like you planned on getting hurt, J.”

You quickly swipe some hair from his face, forcing him to look at you.

“I know. I just should’ve listened. And also, I was being a dick, which you don’t deserve, but I know if I talked to you, I’d start crying.”

His admission makes you even sadder, and you quickly pull your boyfriend down to meet you. Placing a gentle kiss on his lips.

“It’s okay, J.”

You finish the shower, and for the rest of the night, you dote on your boyfriend. You make sure he’s comfy, get you both snacks and turn on his favorite movie. Minutes tick by, and you’re comfortably tucked into his side when you notice he isn’t watching the movie.

“You okay? Tired?”

He shakes his head, and m he pulls you into him, connecting your lips. You smile into the kiss and then pull back away from him. This causes him to pout, and he leans back in, pulling you into him, but you resist.

"Hey now, let's not add more injuries to the list, shall we?" You give him a sweet smile and another quick peck, "How about you settle for snuggling? We don’t need any more dangerous stunts, and we can save that for when you're back to your agile, smooth self.”

Your teasing causes Jack to pout further and rolls his eyes, ducking down the meet your lips again. You slightly let him win, letting him deepen the kiss a bit before you pull back once again. As soon as you do, he leans down to whisper in your ear.

“I appreciate the concern, but I still have two legs, babe.”

He raises his eyebrow at his suggestive comment, and you roll your eyes back as far as they can go.

“Gross.”

He snickers, pulling you back in and moving his lips down your neck, stopping at the place you go crazy for. You can’t help but squirm as his lips send tingles down your spine.

“Jack, you're impossible," you laugh, trying to maintain some composure while he continues his teasing assault.

He lifts his head, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Well, if I can't be agile on the water, at least I can be smooth here," he winks, earning himself another eye roll from you.

“Smooth, huh?" you quip, a smirk forming on your lips. "I'll believe that when you can walk without limping."

He smiles another big smile, and his eyes grow soft.

“Please, I’m 100% sure you will heal me, and I promise I’ll be careful.”

You stare deep into his eyes, and you feel yourself breaking.

“Fine, but I’ll do most of the work.”

Jack's eyes darken as the words leave your lips, and at record speed, he pulls at your top.

“If that’s the case, I think I want to stay injured forever.”

[halcyone-of-the-sea]

I've never asked anyone in my entire tumblr presence, I'm excited you'll be the first, even if it doesn't get done 🙏☆♡🥬

Anyways, I feel like there is a very sad amount of Soap content on here so like..idk maybe pining Soap fluff??

He's totally the type of guy to follow someone around like a lovesick puppy and everyone notices except the person of interest LOL

Congrats on the milestone btw!! You deserve it 😼😼

—Oblivious Pining

⇢ ˗ˏˋ 5k Drabble Masterlist ࿐ྂ

╰┈➤ ❝ [Johnny hangs off you like a silent beast. Not that you would notice, of course.] ❞

Everyone had seen it, and at this point, it had just become painful. The soft, gentle eyes—the instantaneous smile whenever your unit showed up, your form not for a second missed to those cobalt blues. The deepening color of his cheeks was another tell, along with how he would clear his throat whenever your eye caught his, quickly looking away as if a teenager sneaking glances at his crush.

Which was what precisely was happening, actually—minus the teenager part.

But the worst of it was that you had absolutely no clue.

Perhaps it was because you’d grown so used to his teasing attitude, or even his touches or his open expressions, but you, truly, hadn’t the faintest clue that those actions were Johnny’s way of saying he was interested in you. You went about your joint missions together, touching shoulders and smiling widely, and everyone was about ready to go right back to war just so the two of you could stop it with the puppy eyes already. 

“I’m losing my mind,” Gaz utters, blinking in rapid succession at the two forms as they walk side by side across the tarmac. “I am absolutely losing my damn mind.” The exasperation can be taken and scooped with a spoon. The Sergeant gestures with his hand. “Are they bloody blind? Both of them?”

“Seems like it,” the Captain grunts, eyes narrowed and arms crossed as Soap’s hand comes up and ruffles your hair, you swat him away and playfully punch his shoulder. The Scot fake balks back in imaginary pain. 

Price rubs a hand over his beard with a sigh as Ghost blankly stares from behind them, leaning back against the base’s walls. The Lieutenant breathes out, “Fuckin’ hell. Gonna be dead ‘fore these bastards figure it out.”

Your unit was sharing most of the same looks, rolling their eyes and placing bets once more on whether one of you would make a move. Across the way your face is comfortably heated, heart hammering and yearning for something more. Johnny thinks the same as he chuckles, one hand going to itch at the side of his head.

“Well, it was more than good to see you again, Dearie.” He says, and you huff a laugh. “There’s nothing better than watchin’ you work, eh?” 

It’s a tease laced with truth, and you shift your feet, trying to hide the sudden flip of your intestines.

“Quit it, MacTavish,” your smile is infectious, and you send a glance at the setting sun before your smirk gradually grows. “In my opinion, you all hot and sweaty beats that out of the park.”

“Oh, aye,” the Scot cockily tilts his head, raising a brow as his stubble moves back. “Know it does.” 

You chuff, head looking away in childish glee. “You’re impossible.” 

“Ah,” he licks his lips, leaning back on his heels. “Don’t worry now, Little Lady, I’m all yours to figure out—I promise.” The flirting was a constant from both parties, and neither of you tired of it. 

A small silence grew, and over the course of the last month or so, the pauses had become more and more frequent when the want to speak prevailed, but no one knew what exactly to say. You both blink at one another, noticing that you’ve both been staring heavily. 

Johnny’s throat clears, and he licks his lips before quickly looking away; you awkwardly chuckle and decide that his vest is the most interesting thing in the world.

Both small teams want to bash their heads into a wall. 

“I’ll be seeing you?” Johnny sighs softly, speaking as his accent grows deeper with thought. He wanted to scold himself for his cowardness but had no idea that you were doing the same. 

“Of course,” you nod firmly. “I’m not as big of a fool to ignore my favorite Demolitions Expert.”

“You’re makin’ go all shy now, ya little beast,” Johnny levels, his cheeks gaining a reddish hue. 

You spare a laugh, and that silence once more returns. He wants to tell you, but he’s not sure how, and that itself makes his body tense with indecision—tell you the truth, or live with his own hesitation on your answer. Spare the man, he was too blind to see how much you already adored him.

Blinking away, you clench your jaw and hold out your hand. “Until next time, Sergeant.”

Johnny smiles lightly, eyes going soft. There were so many things he’d accomplished in his life by running head-long into them; by barging down doors and thinking of an exit while his foot was already halfway outside. But this…this he didn’t mind taking his time with. 

You were worth every second. 

Johnny gently grasps your hand, squeezing it as he hums, lips twitching. The teams would have to wait in their annoyance for another day. 

“Until next time, Dearie. Don’t be a stranger.”

[tired-biscuit]

naruto is the kind of guy who begs to eat you out. like, he has *never* played it cool and you’ve always known he was into you. but one night he’s hanging out at your place and you look so cozy and domestic and soft and squishy and he just—“c’mon please let me make you feel good! you just look so cute!! i’ll be so good at it, i swear!!!” and when you say yes it’s the first time you see naruto actually focus on something that’s not training or ramen (turns out your pussy is the third and final interest naruto has in life) and he absolutely demolishes you—leaves you without your pants or your soul—on the couch.

18+ MDNI // cw: oral (f!receiving), unestablished relationship.

this is so cute, especially for like a situationship kind of thingy.

like, maybe there is an obvious spark dancing between you even if you aren’t exactly official yet. maybe you hang out a lot, but don’t call it dating just yet even if you love to do stuff together.

maybe you keep him company at the food places that are open 24/7 because he tends to get bored and hungry a lot and goes to bed super late, and maybe he sometimes spends the night at your place as a result afterwards; wrapped in your embrace and wearing nothing else but his underwear because he doesn’t have anything else to sleep in — of course.

maybe you keep making people assume that you’re a couple because of how you always make sure to sit together whenever you’re out with a group of friends, or how his arm is always draped around your shoulders, or how you’re constantly ruffling his hair and hugging him goodbye.

maybe you’ve even shared a couple of kisses and some heavy petting here and there whenever one drink too many got involved and he offered to walk you home from the bar even if he could barely stand upright himself.

that kind of thing.

so when he makes an actual move on you for the first time — completely sober and halfway through an excruciatingly shitty movie that he picked — you’re kind of surprised, but at the same time… not really?

after all, it’s pretty obvious that he likes you, it’s outright spelled on his forehead. and him being the confident guy who’s super open about his feelings, he certainly isn’t the type to deny it when he’s already dug himself a hole this deep. quite on the contrary, he tells you that he likes you right to your face.

you attract him. he finds you so cute, especially tonight, when you’re dressed in your little top that hugs you in all the right places and the comfortable shorts that sometimes ride up high enough for him to see the fat of your ass whenever you angle yourself just right.

but despite asking if he can eat you out and drowning you in compliments and eager promises, he can be quite the little shit when he wants to be, you know?

so he practically pins you down to the couch under the pretense of playfighting and initiates a doting attack of kisses that are peppered all over your face and that make your heart outright flutter with joy the moment you tell him yes. you can’t really blame him for it; he’s just very affectionate by default and has been waiting for literal ages to exhibit all that love he harbours for you.

you wiggle underneath him, trying to break free from under his weight so that you can return the favour, but his warm mouth is already making its way down your chest; leaving audible smooches that tickle and make you laugh quietly.

and even though he’s sunshine incarnate and all things good, he’s surprisingly strong when he wants to be. you squirm and instinctively try to push him away with the help of your legs, but it’s no use.

all it does is pull him closer. your legs are wrapped around his waist; he’s made himself so comfortable between them. his half hard cock is snug against your clothed pussy. the occasional friction you both experience makes you both breathe a little harder than you normally would and makes blood rush south.

he is very boyfriend material even if he isn’t your boyfriend, so the entire thing is literally just a series of loud kissy noises mixing with your squeals of his name. it’s fun and playful and sweet, just like he is.

and then before you know it, things escalate fast. he’s manhandling you into position, making you hug his head with your thighs as he licks you right over the cotton of your underwear, with your comfy shorts tossed somewhere on the floor and your cute top pushed so far up to the collar that both of your tits are out.

he’s messy and ardent to please. if the panties that you’re wearing are plain white, his drool will make them so damp that they’re practically see-through. he’ll make them stick to your pussy so that he can see the literal outline of it; tracing your sticky slit over and over again with the tip of his tongue and finger, shaping you out.

and then when those panties finally come off, sliding down your slightly trembling legs and ending up dangling from one ankle, he really goes to town.

he’s all sloppy kisses aimed at your cunt and tongue fucking and drool, drool, drool. he’s bright red cheeks and lustful blue eyes that remind you of a sea gone murky after a stormy night. he’s mussed hair in the colour of wheat that you just can’t stop weaving your fingers through, and an adorably smushed nose that keeps on pressing against your clit as he keeps on shoving his tongue in and out of your tight hole, tasting you so much and so deeply that your slick is practically dribbling down his chin.

he’s a calloused thumb being swiped over your nipple and a broad hand wrapped in bandages as it tigtens its grip around your thigh. he’s broad shoulders, a fast-beating heart and sweaty tan skin. he’s overstimulation and loud slurps and moans and raspy whimpers as he keeps moving his hips and practically humps the couch because of how fucking horny you make him.

and finally, he’s also ready to cum in his pants the moment he feels you clench around the two fingers he’s shoved into you at some point.

especially because the name that you end up moaning out is his.

[vienssunshine]

I just wanna get high with my best friend

pairing: Maki Zenin x fem!reader nsfw: shotgunning, kissing cw: cheating, weed use author's note: this work is inspired by this song

You weren’t sure why Maki turned so cold when you got a boyfriend. The two of you were so close, constantly having sleepovers in your dorm rooms, training together, eating together, really doing anything and everything as long as it was together. But, that all slowed down when you started dating a male sorcerer from another school. You still saw Maki every day, but something felt off now. Every time you talked about your boyfriend, she always had something negative to say about him. Her comment “I could treat you way better than him” was especially difficult to brush off.

The tension comes to a head when you’re spending another late night in your dorm room, sharing a bed and a blunt.

You blow a cloud of smoke from your mouth and a warm haze begins to flood your bloodstream, contrasting the cold, winter air the cracked window is letting into the room. Maki always has the best stuff; you’re feeling much more relaxed now—the stress of your new relationship and Maki’s strange behavior has been weighing on you.

Your phone dings; the noise is shrill. “Oh, he texted me,” you notice.

Maki takes the blunt from your fingers, choosing to take a drag rather than respond. She leans back on one of your pillows, amber eyes lowered and not focused on anything.

You bring your phone into your lap. “He wants to go ice-skating tomorrow.”

“You hate being cold," she says.

You look up from your phone. “Well, yeah. But, I don't know, maybe ice-skating could still be fun.”

Maki huffs and rolls her eyes. “He’s an idiot.”

“Go easy on him, okay?” you smile, texting him back, “He hasn’t known me as long as you have.”

“He doesn’t know you at all,” she says, placing the joint back between her lips.

You send a text to your boyfriend: “Ice-skating sounds good.”

He responds immediately: "Ight, be there around 3.”

That’s when your training sessions are. You press your lips together; you’re certain you’ve told him that before.

You begin typing your response when Maki turns her head. “Hey, want to try something cool?”

Text message half-written, you put down your phone. “Uh, sure. What are you thinking?”

“Want to try shotgunning?” Maki asks. Her expression is far more interested after the change in subject.

You tilt your head. “What’s shotgunning?”

“Here, I’ll show you. Come closer.”

You clamber over your plush bedding and sit next to her, re-adjusting the blanket she had thrown over your legs after you opened the window.

Maki holds the blunt up and explains, “I’ll blow the smoke into your mouth and you inhale it, okay?”

You furrow your brows together. “Does that really work?”

“It does, I’ve seen it at parties.”

You shrug. “Okay, I’ll try it.”

Maki smirks and brings the blunt to her mouth, taking a deep breath in that has the end of the joint smoldering. She places her hand on your shoulder and leads you closer to her until her lips mere centimeters from yours.

Your eyes flutter shut and you open your mouth, receptive when she blows the smoke inside it. You bring the drug deep down into your lungs. It burns, but it’s pleasant at the same time.

Your head is cloudy and your body heavy when you breathe the smoke out. Everything just feels so…good.

You’re so glad you can hang out with Maki like this. Just you two. Alone. Her hand on your shoulder—she hasn’t moved it yet—feels so nice. You like her so much. Maybe more than your boyfriend.

Your lips touch. You pull back slightly. This is wrong. But, then she leans forward and her lips are on you again. It’s making your skin buzz. Wrong or not, you melt into her.

Her hand on your shoulder tightens and she brings you in closer, deepening the kiss. Your lips and tongues explore each other, minds entirely free of thoughts, only able understand the sensation of your bodies meeting each other.

She breaks the messy kiss for a moment to whispers some words into your mouth, just like she had with the smoke. “Glad you realized I’m better than him.”

You cup her face with your hands, “Yeah, you are.”

[jellalism]

Genshin x GN!Reader fic: First kisses

It's obvious that he wants to kiss you—and that the feeling is mutual—but you feel obligated to tell the truth beforehand.

“I’ve never actually kissed someone.”

How would various Genshin men react? 

Characters: Albedo – Alhaitham – Ayato – Childe – Cyno – Diluc – Gorou – Kazuha – Kaeya – Tighnari – Xiao – Zhongli 

Word count: 1996

Content warning: Ayato's part gets a little suggestive.

Notes: Reader is gender neutral.

Read below or on AO3.

Albedo

“Neither have I. I’m interested to know what it’s like.”

“That’s…” You chuckle, not finishing your sentence. That curiosity is so typical of him; curiosity about what it is to be human. 

“Oh, but don’t get me wrong. I would not do it with just anyone. But you… you are special. I’m curious about you—what it would be like to kiss you, among other things.” 

How can he say that with a straight face? you wonder. Still, you can’t help but smile. “I’d be more than happy to satisfy your curiosity, Albedo.”

His eyes light up. “Well then, if you allow me…” His gloved hand moves to cup your cheek as he leans in. You close your eyes, his warmth floating towards you in the darkness. Then, you feel something on your lips. Albedo’s lips seem to brush yours, barely even touching them—not wanting to take more than his share, more than you let him. Then he pulls away again—leaving you hungering for more. 

"Was that okay?” he whispers. 

“It wasn’t enough. Try again.”

Alhaitham

“You needn’t worry about that. I can teach you all about it.”

Before you can react, his lips are already on yours. You’re surprised at first, but soon enough, you let him lead. His hand rests firmly at the nape of your neck. Not in a forceful way, but in a way that makes you feel held close, safe. While his tongue doesn’t enter your mouth, it’s not any less passionate. He holds the kiss and plays around with your lips, exploring every part of them. You don’t mind. Despite the intensity, you feel there’s a part of him that’s holding back. Alhaitham always seems so composed, but the way he devours your lips makes him seem like he’s a dam that’s about to burst. 

When your lips finally part, you look at each other and remain silent for a moment. 

Alhaitham is the first to break the silence. “That was the first lesson. If you’d like, I can continue teaching you.” 

You feel your cheeks flush. 

Ayato

“You haven’t? How particular of you.” He smirks. 

“What do you mean by that?”

“It’s quite uncommon to find someone your age who hasn’t had such an experience yet. Of course, there is nothing wrong with it. In fact…” he trails off. 

“In fact, what?”

“I think I rather like the idea that you haven’t kissed anyone yet. I should like to be the first.” He winks. He tries to surreptitiously place his hand on your back. You notice but pretend not to. When his hand finds its place, he pulls you close. “Let me be the first, won’t you?” You don’t resist, and he closes in. His lips on yours, so sweetly. His tongue—his tongue slides its way inside your mouth. You hadn’t expected that, but maybe you should have, knowing Ayato. His tongue against yours feels weird yet infinitely intimate. The corners of his mouth curl in a smile. It seems Ayato’s aim is to inspect every nook and cranny of your mouth, the way his tongue travels through it, brushing against yours all the while. 

When you feel it’s enough, you make a little sound, but Ayato hasn’t had enough yet. He continues for a bit, still smirking—he does have a sadistic streak. You let him. You’re his, and his alone. When Ayato finally breaks off the kiss—on his own terms—he holds your face between his hands, thumbs playing with your lips. “Now, I’ve made you mine. Properly.”  

Childe

“Comrade, you know me. I promise I’ll be gentle, so there’s nothing to be afraid of.” 

“… Alright. Then…” Kiss me, you want to say, but it feels too embarrassing to say it out loud. You can’t even look him in the eye. 

Fortunately, Childe seems to understand but asks just to be sure. “Can I kiss you?” 

You nod, still not able to look him in the eye. But he hooks his finger under your chin, forcing your head up, to look at him. “Close your eyes.” You obey. He presses his lips on yours—like he promised, he is gentle. He lingers a little while, getting a good taste of your lips, and you get a good taste of his—it tastes like that Snezhnayan liquor he’s fond of—before finally moving away. “Now, that was pretty nice, if I say so myself. Agreed?”

“Yeah,” you say, burying yourself in his embrace. Harbinger or not, he’s a warmer and kinder person than most people think. 

Cyno

“And?”

That answer hits you out of nowhere. “I, uhh… I don’t know. I thought you should know? To make sure you won’t be disappointed in my… skills…” 

He sighs. “Look, y/n. It doesn’t matter to me. I want to kiss you because I want to feel close to you. Because I care about you. I’m not one of those guys who just kiss for the physical sensation of it. It’s not about the kiss, it’s about you.” 

A moment of silence falls. 

“May I? You don’t need to worry about not doing it right. I just want to feel close to you. You’re dear to me.”

You nod. “You may.”

And he presses his lips on yours. Just for a moment. Then he moves into a hug. “You’re warm. It’s nice.”

Diluc

“Are you nervous?” He smiles. “No need to be.”

“I just don’t want to disappoint you or anything,” you say. 

“You could never disappoint me, love. Now…” he pauses for a moment. His hand is already on your cheek, his thumb on your lips. His entire face asks “May I kiss you?”, though he doesn’t speak the words.  

You feel hot, as you give a barely noticeable nod. Diluc moves in slowly, closing his eyes – you close yours too. First, his breath tickles your face, but then you feel him on your lips. Carefully and gently at first, but soon enough, the kiss grows more passionate. His mouth is firmly planted on yours. One hand is on your cheekbone; the other on your lower back, pulling you closer. He can’t seem to get enough, and you don’t mind either—until you do. You gently pull away, and he lets you. All you can say is, “wow”. 

He smirks—a rare occurrence. “I told you there was no need to be nervous. I think that was great.” 

Gorou

His ears perk up in surprise. “Oh, is that so? Well, don’t worry! There’s a first time for everything, right?” 

His openness puts you right at ease again. “You’re right. Thanks for understanding.” 

“So… would you, maybe… darn it, how do I put this?” He fumbles with his words, cheeks flushing red. He doesn’t mean to be, but you always find him so cute. 

Instead of letting him continue to fumble, you hold his face in your hands and press your lips on his. “You shouldn’t worry too much, either.” 

“Y-yeah…” he mumbles, eyes downcast in embarrassment. But he quickly recovers. “Well, then…” This time, he’s the one to initiate the kiss. He trembles a little bit—excitement, probably. He tastes sweet, like lavender melon. Before you know it the kiss is over. 

“I hope your first kiss didn’t disappoint, and… thank you for letting me have the honor.”

Kaeya

“Oh? Who would’ve thought that someone as lovely as you would still be so innocent?” he teases. 

“Shut up,” you grumble while failing to suppress a smile. 

“See? That cute smile of yours… I would’ve kissed that a thousand times by now if I could.”

His cocky comments awaken something in you, a need to tease right back. “Then you need to start making up for lost time.”

You don’t need to say that twice. In the blink of an eye, he stands right in front of you, hand cupping your cheek, and moving his mouth towards yours. You close your eyes and lean in ever so slightly as well. Then you feel his lips… on your forehead. You open your eyes again. Kaeya is looking at you triumphantly. “Wasn’t enough?”

Instead of answering, you are now the one to move to him, and press your lips on his. He seems taken aback at first, but quickly recovers and eases up. When you pull away again, Kaeya moves his mouth to your ear and whispers, “That’s one down, 999 more to go.”

Kazuha

He smiles, head slightly tilted. He says nothing, but his eyes speak for him. “It matters not,” they say. He slides towards you, and you open your arms for him to enter. He doesn’t go for the kiss, but just lets himself be enveloped by you. His arms wrap around your back, as well. It’s a calming hug – Kazuha is fond of those, loving to be touched by you. His skin is soft, it always manages to make you feel at ease. 

He untangles himself a little, just enough so he can look at your face. “You’re beautiful.” His earnest words make you blush. You’re tempted to say “you too,” because he is beautiful, but a phrase like that feels awkward and dishonest when he said it first. Then, quietly, with a whisper that you almost miss, he says, “kiss me”. 

Oh, he is adorable, you think. 

Then you press your lips on his. 

Tighnari

“Oh, you’re worried about that somehow? No need to be. Everyone has to have their first kiss sooner or later—or at least, those who get around to kissing at all.” Tighnari states it so matter-of-factly that it’s hard to argue with him. Still, a part of you remains uneasy. 

“And you don’t mind? At all? Maybe I’m not… good at it?”

“Hey.” He puts his hands on your shoulders. “Stop that. You’re dear to me. How good you are at kissing is inconsequential. It’s not about skill, it’s about – love.” He paused before speaking that last word. He moved from speaking facts to speaking feelings. “I love you, and nothing can change that. Got that?”

“Mm-mm,” you nod. 

“Good. Now, may I?”

You nod again. He places his lips upon yours. 

Xiao

“… And?”

“Well, I don’t know… Maybe you expect skill from me that I don’t have.”

He clicks his tongue in annoyance. “You needn’t concern yourself about that.”

“But…” you can’t help but begin, but you’re not sure what it is you mean to say, and so you trail off without having said anything. 

“But what?”

“You can tell me not to concern myself about it, but I do it anyway. I want to please you, Xiao.”

Xiao isn’t an expressive man, so his expression of slight surprise must indicate his absolute shock. “I.. I…” he stammers. It’s rare to see him like this. “I’m already happy to have you by my side. It’s ridiculous to think I’d be disappointed over something like you not being good at kissing.”

“Oh, I see.” You feel reassured by his uncharacteristic honesty. “So… Do you want to?”

“To... kiss?” He seems a little flustered, but you don’t let that stop you. 

“Yes. Please kiss me.”

His expression grows more confident. He pulls you close and kisses you. 

Zhongli

“That’s not so strange, is it?” 

“I suppose not, but… you won’t be disappointed?”

“Honey, you could never disappoint me.” He holds out his hand. As you take it, he pulls you closer, making you sit on his lap. “I don’t mean to pressure you, so feel free to pull away any time. But…” he moves his mouth to your ear, “may I kiss you?” 

“Yes,” you answer softly. 

Zhongli places a kiss on your cheek before moving to your mouth. He is slow and careful, taking his time. It’s not passionate, but somehow still intense – like he savors every moment. When you finally pull away, he looks at you with eyes full of love. “I hope that was to your liking. It was to mine, in any case.”

[zhongrin]

— "a forest ranger’s guide on how to read a 🦊 fennec fox’s mood" by [name]

◇ characters ◇ tighnari

◇ tags ◇ pure fluff

◇ a/n ◇ who gave him the right to be this cute and sassy i wanted to make an actual journal entry with like cute stickers and pictures and stuff but i have 0 artistic talent so yeah that's not happening

𝑚𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡 ⬙ 𝑡𝑎𝑔𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡

𝐟𝐨𝐱 𝐨𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐣𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐥 #𝟏

✦ 𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑐𝑖𝑚𝑒𝑛 —

fennex fox hybrid | 𝑣𝑢𝑙𝑝𝑒𝑧 𝑧𝑒𝑟𝑑𝑎

✦ 𝑑𝑖𝑒𝑡𝑠 —

‘shrooms, fruits, meats, leaves?? (saw him eat some this one time?? for research??)

✦ 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒𝑠 —

leaf and flower bookmarks, shade from the sun, mushrooms (not the poisonous ones though), tail grooming (maybe?? saw a special brush on his room one time - need to prove hypothesis)

✦ 𝑑𝑖𝑠𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒𝑠 —

idiots (special note: read more on avidya forest survival guide + resources on sumeru jungle plantations), loud noises, heavy spices, perfumes

✦ 𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑠 —

standing tall, loose; relaxed.

standing tall, tense; alert - most likely there’s danger nearby. survey the area closely.

a twitch and a freeze and a slow swivel; alertness, observation - the fox hears something and is trying to deduce what he heard.

drooping, continuous swivel; embarrassment? anxiousness? to observe more. cute

a few continuous flicks; itchy ears - most likely he can’t scratch them at the moment. help to scratch his ears. usually will be rewarded by headpats :D

flat against head; refer to 𝑡𝑎𝑖𝑙 section.

✦ 𝑡𝑎𝑖𝑙 —

upright, loose; relaxed. !!!do not pull!!!

upright, tall and unmoving; alert, aggression - best prepare for a fight.

upright, with ears flat against head; curious - fox is interested in object. will sometimes ignore his surroundings. take care to watch over him and any possible dangers around.

moving about, with ears flat against head; needy - little fox wants scratches and pats, so scratches and pats he shall get <3

swaying softly, sideways; happy, content - note to self: to add fox’s subject of interest to ‘likes’ whenever this happens

swaying softly, up and down; excited - fox does this when he sees squirrels, fellow fox in the wild, or a new unidentified plant

“master, if we don't go soon- oh! i-i’m sorry,” collei squeaks when her violet eyes find your sleeping form hunched over on your desk, which is covered in countless papers, your arms acting as your pillow and your lips slightly open.

undoubtedly, you had been working on something and fallen asleep somewhen last night. as your soft snore fills the now-silent room, her teacher, who had been standing beside you right by your desk and motioned her to quieten down, smiles and closes the book in his hand with a soft thump.

“i’ll be there in ten minutes,” tighnari says, his tone gentle and the young ranger knows whenever her teacher takes that tone, it must concern you.

she nods wordlessly and leaves the two of you, giggling into her palms as a cloud of pink blush dust her cheeks.

back in your shared room, the fox hybrid sighs when his eyes fixes on the uncomfortable position you’re in. his arms, trained from wielding his signature bow and climbing sumeru’s terrain, wrap carefully around you, taking care to not jostle you too much as he moves your peacefully snoozing form over to your bed. after he safely tucks you in, he glances towards the desk, or more specifically, the journal that had taken his interest.

…. well, he still has at least five minutes to spare.

𝐟𝐨𝐱 𝐨𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐣𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐥 #𝟏

✦ 𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑐𝑖𝑚𝑒𝑛 —

fennex fox hybrid | 𝑣𝑢𝑙𝑝𝑒𝑧 𝑧𝑒𝑟𝑑𝑎

✦ 𝑑𝑖𝑒𝑡𝑠 —

‘shrooms, fruits, meats, leaves?? (saw him eat some this one time?? for research?? 𝗂 𝖽𝗈 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗍𝖺𝗌𝗍𝖾)

✦ 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒𝑠 —

leaf and flower bookmarks, shade from the sun, mushrooms (not the poisonous ones though), tail grooming (maybe?? saw a special brush on his room one time - need to prove hypothesis 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝖿 𝖿𝖺𝗄𝖾-𝖺𝗌𝗌 𝗁𝗒𝖻𝗋𝗂𝖽 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝗇'𝗍 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝗍𝖺𝗂𝗅 𝗀𝗋𝗈𝗈𝗆𝖾𝖽??), [𝗇𝖺𝗆𝖾]

✦ 𝑑𝑖𝑠𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒𝑠 —

idiots (special note: read more on avidya forest survival guide + resources on sumeru jungle plantations + "𝖺𝗏𝗂𝖽𝗒𝖺 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝖿𝖺𝗎𝗇𝖺 𝗀𝗎𝗂𝖽𝖾" + "𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗅𝗈𝗀𝗌 𝗏𝗈𝗅.1 - 𝗏𝗈𝗅.47") (𝗒𝗈𝗎'𝗋𝖾 𝖺 𝖽𝗎𝗆𝖻𝖺𝗌𝗌 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎'𝗋𝖾 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖼𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗀𝗈𝗋𝗒), loud noises, heavy spices, perfumes

✦ 𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑠 —

standing tall, loose; relaxed.

standing tall, tense; alert - most likely there’s danger nearby. survey the area closely.

a twitch and a freeze and a slow swivel; alertness, observation - the fox hears something and is trying to deduce what he heard.

drooping, continuous swivel; embarrassment? anxiousness? to observe more. cute 𝗂 𝖺𝗆 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝖼𝗎𝗍𝖾.

a few continuous flicks; itchy ears - most likely he can’t scratch them at the moment. help to scratch his ears. usually will be rewarded by headpats :D 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗆𝖺𝗒𝖻𝖾 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗌 𝗂𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖻𝖾𝗀

flat against head; refer to 𝑡𝑎𝑖𝑙 section.

✦ 𝑡𝑎𝑖𝑙 —

upright, loose; relaxed. !!!do not pull!!! 𝗇𝗈 𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗍 𝗌𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗅𝗈𝖼𝗄 (𝗂 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝖺 𝗀𝗋𝗎𝖽𝗀𝖾 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗋𝗂𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗉𝗎𝗅𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗌𝗍𝗎𝗇𝗍)

upright, tall and unmoving; alert, aggression - best prepare for a fight.

upright, with ears flat against head; curious - fox is interested in object. will sometimes ignore his surroundings. take care to watch over him and any possible dangers around.

moving about, with ears flat against head; needy 𝗇𝖾𝗀𝗅𝖾𝖼𝗍𝖾𝖽 - little fox wants scratches and pats, so scratches and pats he shall get <3

swaying softly, sideways; happy, content - note to self: to add fox’s subject of interest to ‘likes’ whenever this happens 𝗒𝗈𝗎'𝗋𝖾 𝖽𝖾𝗇𝗌𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝖺 𝖻𝗋𝗂𝖼𝗄 𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗅

swaying softly, up and down; excited - fox does this when he sees squirrels, fellow fox in the wild, or a new unidentified plant

𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗁𝖾𝗇𝗌𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖼𝗈𝗋𝖽𝗌, 𝗁𝗈𝗐𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗂𝗍'𝗌 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝗅𝖺𝖼𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀. 𝗂 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗌𝗎𝗀𝗀𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗎𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗈𝖻𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗏𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗎𝖻𝗃𝖾𝖼𝗍 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾𝗅𝗒.

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[undiscovered-horizon]

Who am I to complain? - Nikolai Lantsov x Reader

[emotional and verbal abuse, unhealthy parent-child relationships]

SUMMARY: When your parents come to visit, Nikolai finally understands why you've never been keen to talk about them. Being the King and your husband, he isn't afraid to defy them.

WORDCOUNT: ~ 4.5k

>>Grishaverse-inspired playlist<<

"Have you listened to anything I've just said?"

Nikolai shakes you awake from being lost in thought. You look away from the insanely interesting skirting board you had been staring at for the past ten minutes. He’s watching you with raised eyebrows, awaiting an answer.

"I…” you hang your voice. At first, you wanted to just apologize and ask him to repeat himself but then a sense of dread sprouts in your abdomen - one you can’t quite put a finger on but it takes over your entire mind. “I'm sorry, Kolya. Please, don’t be mad at me, I’m sorry,” you plead, gradually speaking faster.

“I’m not angry,” he states firmly. “But I am growing concerned for you, love. What’s going on?”

“I just keep thinking about my parents' visit,” you confess while rubbing your forehead. “Ever since the letter arrived, I can hardly think about anything else."

"Yes, I've noticed you have been a bit absent for the past few days. I assumed you were going to talk to me when you're ready. Are you?"

"They're not bad people," you begin in a strange tone that makes Nikolai doubt your words right away, "and they've only done their best to give me a good life. Despite that, they have a tendency to bring out the parts of me I've grown to dislike." 

“Isn’t that what every family does?” he jokes in hopes of easing your visible discomfort. But his good humour is gone the moment you look away with a sombre expression stuck to your features.

Nikolai always considered himself exceptional at self-control but something about your sadness makes him gradually abandon reason. As you forlornly stare into the darkness of your shared bedroom, he’s ready to stick feathers to his clothes and pretend to be a peacock just to make you laugh.

“Love,” he calls out softly. His hand rests between your shoulder blades. “You’re the queen. If you want, we can call their visit off right away.”

“That would be a little rude, no?” you ask in a meek voice.

“It’s a lot more crude to make you cry.”

“I will be alright, really,” you reassure him. That miserable look on your face is slowly creeping away. “It’s just three days. Maybe they’ve changed or they’re a lot better than I remember. I’ll be okay.”

Nikolai is unsure whether you’re trying to convince yourself or him but he doesn’t push. Despite not believing your clumsy words of reassurance, he trusts you - he’ll step in only when things really get out of hand.

Nervousness and excitement often feel the same and one might even fool themselves into believing that the mortifying tension in their muscles is actually an impatient thrill. Today, however, you don’t even try playing a little trick on yourself. The more you think about your feelings, the more you’re convinced that it’s not even nervousness but fear. Still, you don’t quite understand why exactly your parents’ visit elicits such awful emotions from you.

The door to the throne room opens and a man in a white and gold livery steps inside. He quickly walks halfway to the dais with the throne. 

The servant bows as deep as he can and clears his throat before loudly announcing: “Presenting her most royal Highness’s, the Queen’s, mother and father.”

Only then do your parents emerge from the hall, walking hesitantly through the spacious throne room. Two guards are following them and your father spares them a confused glance every few steps. But the armed men only usher him to keep walking and not turn his back to the king until allowed to do so.

Feeling fear exploding in your chest, you grip Nikolai’s shoulder even tighter. Sitting on the throne, he has to look up to meet your eyes.

“Calm down, it’s going to be alright,” he says quietly. A reassuring smile curves his lips. “You said it yourself.”

As though he is a Heartrender himself, his words make you relax. You take a deep breath and let go of his shoulder. At that moment, Nikolai stands up to greet your parents as their son-in-law first and only then the king of Ravka.

Right then, your mother quickly runs up the few steps leading to the dais. Her face is red and a deep crease now separates her eyebrows.

“I have to wait to be announced to see my own daughter?” She’s barely containing her outrage. “Nonsense!”

“I’m royalty now, mother,” you explain calmly. Your voice almost doesn’t shake.

“And I’m still your mother, the one that gave birth to you. Do I not get any benefits from that?”

Maybe some people don’t actually change.

“I’m afraid you don’t.”

“Is this gold?!” your father exclaims in shock as his hand reaches for your heavy necklace. “So because of you most of Ravka is starving?”

Too occupied with the jewellery, your parents don’t notice the palace guards stepping forward to arrest them for such an accusation aimed at the queen. Nikolai spares them a meaningful look, waving them off. In his heart, he agrees with them.

“Actually, this is a gift from a businessman in Kerch,” you say quietly. Suddenly, you remember why you’ve never visited them since your wedding.

“Still, don’t you think this is a little distasteful?”

Your mother places her hand on your father’s shoulder. “She’s always been vain, darling,” she reminds him.

You’re not a queen anymore - at least you don’t feel like it. All of the gold, silk and jewels are gone and you’re back to being a scared, little girl with hay stuck in her hair. Tears sting your eyes.

Whatever you do is wrong. All of your efforts are underwhelming. Maybe they’d be happier if you weren’t there.

"You're crying?” your father asks with a hint of disgust in his voice. “Oh, don't be so sensitive, you know we’re only joking!” He’s still holding your necklace in his fingers, admiring the glistening crystals. Standing so close to you, he lowers his voice significantly to appear inconspicuous but Nikolai manages to pick up his calloused words. “Pull yourself together, this is embarrassing.”

As she usually does, your mother brings the attention back to herself. “She can be a bit much at times, so I hope you’re a patient one!”

The guards exchange questioning looks, silently asking one another if they should intervene this time. Most of the time they follow Tolya and Tamar’s steps but they’re left to their own devices on this day as Nikolai ordered the twins to take a day off. Perhaps it’s for the best - they’d surely escalate this already uncomfortable situation but it’s only because they care.

“I’d say it’s quite the opposite,” Nikolai answers, unaffected. Despite his speaking to your mother, he’s looking into your eyes. “I can never get enough of her.”

“For most of her life, I thought she’d never get married!” your mother continues. She’s gripping your arm with much more strength than her appearance suggests. “Men don’t like them independent, stubborn and opinionated.”

Nikolai’s polite smile doesn’t falter. “Three qualities of an excellent Queen.”

Your mother laughs obnoxiously. “Just wait a few years, dear.” She pats his shoulder. The guards look between themselves again. “You’ll be quick to send her off just like we were!”

Both of your parents laugh wholeheartedly while you and Nikolai exchange knowing looks. Now he understands why you have been so uneasy lately. This is going to be the longest three days of his life.

The perplexity continues as your mother suddenly places her hands around your waist, examining your torso in great detail. A sour expression forms on her face.

“Oh, honey, you’ve let yourself go,” she says in a worried tone. Her eyes trail the curve of your physique up until she looks at your face. With a serious glint in her eye, she advises you under her breath: “You can’t get fat and slobby if you want to keep the king.” 

The man who announced your parents appears again but this time he walks all the way to the stairs leading up to the throne, although doesn’t dare climb them. His facial expression borders on emotionless and serious as though he’s more of a marble statue rather than a servant.

“Your most royal Highness.” The man bows deeply. “The room is prepared.”

“Excellent.” Nikolai uses the opportunity to cut the awkward conversation short in a diplomatic way. “Escort our guests to their chamber.” 

“Right away, мой царь.”

When the butler disappears around the corner with your parents apprehensively following him, Nikolai looks at you with a grim expression. 

“Are they usually like this?” he asks, disapproval hiding between his words.

“They’re worse at home,” you answer with a shrug. A lot of terrible feelings and thoughts you were convinced you had left behind are coming back and you’re unsure how to handle that.

“You’ve put up with this kind of disrespect for your whole life?”

“It’s not disrespect, just…” you hang your voice looking for the right expression, “tough love. They don’t mean any harm.”

“Don’t mean any harm?” he repeats in disbelief. “They’ve been here for fifteen minutes and they are yet to say something nice to you. Neither of them even asked whether you’re doing alright.”

A short, troubled sigh leaves your lips. Your fingers trail the golden embroidery decorating his kaftan. “I’m married to a dashing, handsome king and live in a palace. I think they know I’m doing well.”

His hand gently grabs yours, keeping it against his chest. “As much I like flattery, especially coming from you, you can’t pull wool over my eyes, love. It’s not a matter of knowing but principle. Remember our wedding? The guests kept asking how you’re doing so much, you kept saying you’re perfectly fine before they even got a chance to ask.”

The memory elicits a chuckle from you. Yes, everyone seemed to be preoccupied with making sure you were happy and satisfied. It came to such a point, you yelled at Nikolai’s cousin ‘Yes, I’m fine!’ before she gave you a weird look and asked if you wanted some vodka mixed with your champagne. Truly, the only royal thing about Marina is her ungodly fortune but maybe that’s why you’ve grown to like her a lot - she’s down to earth and easy-going.

Nikolai squeezes your hand in a gentle, reassuring manner. “Just say the word and I will personally throw them out.”

“Kolya!” You gasp at his offer but it quickly turns into laughter. “They’re my parents and your in-laws!”

“They also refuse to show care and respect towards my beloved Queen.”

That mellow, loving look in his eyes nullifies any annoyance you might feel at his stubbornness. You pull your hand out of his grasp and place it on the side of his face. Consciously or not, he slightly leans into your touch. “I appreciate your concern.” Not minding the guards in the room, you’ve grown used to their constant presence, you peck his lips shortly. “But they have just arrived. You’ll warm up to them.”

Nikolai doesn’t answer at first. He only reconnects your lips, kissing you deeper, more desperately. When you feel his hands coming up to your waist, you lean away from him. For a moment, you swear you can see a grimace of dissatisfaction on his face.

“Be decent,” you reprimand him but the wide smile you wear so well rids your words of all seriousness.

“You started this.”

“And I will finish if you play nice.”

Nikolai takes a rather long step back, away from you,  just to make a point. He’s standing with his hands behind his back, an excited grin on his face. “You make an exquisite diplomat, you know that?”

“I learned from the best.”

The time for dinner came faster than you wanted it to. Anxiety bubbled inside your chest again. Still, you continued trying to soap up your eyes with thoughts that maybe when they sit across the table from a king, they’re going to withdraw their little jabs at you. As they say: Hope is the mother of all fools. And you’re about to learn that.

Nikolai raises his cup with wine. “A toast to our beloved Queen,” he announces in an official tone. Out of the corner of his eye, he spares you an adoring look. “Without her, I’d be a lonely, perplexed king. May we not know the world without her.”

To your horror, your father decides to join him. “May she get a grip and come to her senses.”

The dry wine tastes even more bitter as you take what’s supposed to be a celebratory sip. What if he’s right about you? It’s only the beginning of the evening and you already wish you can miraculously vanish or, worst case scenario, just run away. 

You’re about to take a bite of the roasted pheasant on your plate when your mother looks at you with raised eyebrows. She points her fork between you and the plate. “Should you really be eating all of this?” 

You don’t answer her. Whatever you say will only egg her on. Get a grip, you scold yourself and clench your fist to push fingernails into the sensitive skin of your palm. The pain is distracting, grounding.

 "You know, sweetheart, you're not getting any younger,” your mother continues. She always does that - throwing poignancies one after another and seeing what sticks. Now, when she’s literally the mother of the queen, she’s even bolder than before.

“Mother-”

“Don’t interrupt me.” She points her knife at you. “All I’m saying is as a wife, especially the queen, you have only one duty and you shouldn’t wait with it. Things will only get more difficult as you age.”

Nikolai gives your mother a bright smile. “Have no worries,” he cuts in. “We’re not waiting.”

You almost drop your fork. Flustering people is definitely one of his strategies but must he really involve your sex life in his word games? Although mortified at his bluntness, you must admit it works - your mother’s face is about the same shade as the roasted tomatoes on her plate. She casts her eyes downwards, poking at the food in front of her.

The air is filled with awkward tension but Nikolai doesn’t seem to mind in. In fact, he looks quite proud of himself. You, on the other hand, aren’t as good at putting up a believable front.

“So,” you begin in hopes of easing the atmosphere”, how are things back in…” You hang your voice. You were about to say ‘home’, only to realize that it would be an honest lie. The little town where you grew up hasn’t been home in years. “...Tamboyevka?”

“Oh, you know,” your mother says as she makes a dismissive wave with her hand. “Same old, same old. Cattle and field, nothing interesting to someone of your sort, I presume! There’s never been much use of you anyway.”

Listening to your mother’s condescending words, you push your fingernails further into the skin of your hand to distract yourself from the feeling of shame that continues to grow inside your stomach and pull you down with it. Maybe the marble floor will swallow you whole in the next few minutes and all of this will be over.

Then you feel Nikolai’s warm hand sneak between your palms, breaking up your painful distraction. He leans towards you ever so slightly and whispers:

“I’d much rather you pinch and scratch my hand than hurt yourself.”

You look at his concerned face. Words of reassurance, ‘Don’t worry, I’m alright’, nearly push past your lips when your father chimes in, continuing the conversation.

“But your brother, he bought some land down south,” he announces with excitement.

“More land?” you ask. “Ha barely manages with what he already has.”

The memory of your brother’s tired, grey face flashes before your eyes. Every time you see him, he looks even sicker than before as though he never sleeps or eats, only works in the field. He even collapsed on one July day and your parents kept saying that this is a sign of an honest, hard-working man but you weren’t as quick to call a man throwing up everything he eats ‘healthy’.

“You know how he is, always helping others.” Your mother is beaming with pride as if she’s the one doing the farming. “His crops feed two villages and it’s not nearly enough for him! Said he wanted tomatoes and citruses.”

Then it hits you. It’s not a revelation in any way but rather something you don’t think about too often - most of Ravka doesn’t get fruits in winter, especially the ones growing in warmer climates near the Shu Han border. And you not only can easily get it even when snow covers the grassy fields but you’re essentially fed it. Like that one time, you shared a tangerine with Nikolai while sitting in front of a fire, talking about unimportant things.

Despite your mother sitting right in front of you, her voice echoed in your head as though she’s a phantom haunting your thoughts and not a real person: Selfish. Spoiled. Entitled. Ungrateful. People starve because of you.

You focus on Nikolai’s warm, rough hand that’s still holding your own. The pleasant sensation is gradually grounding you, pulling you out of your head and into the present moment.

“What for?” you ask as casually as you can, not giving in to the spiralling thoughts. It still feels like you’re underwater, desperately gasping for air as your lungs burn. Squeezing Nikolai’s hand, you break the surface of the vicious tides trying to drown you in panic and shame.

Your mother, on the other hand, appears completely oblivious to your plight. “Some child told him they’d like oranges and he couldn’t say no. He’s wonderful, truly. A living Saint! What a blessing to call him my son. You should take a serious cue from him, young lady.” She waves the tip of her knife in your direction again. “But enough about your brother. What do you do when you’re not wasting time? Lay around and smell nice?”

“Well,” you swallow nervously, already knowing that she won’t be satisfied with your answer, “I meet a lot of people, take correspondence, travel across the country or read if I find the time.”

Nikolai must notice the telling crease of disappointment between your mother’s eyebrows. He joins the conversation under a skilful facade of a proud, boasting husband. “Don’t sell yourself short, love. Our Queen,” he puts strange stress on the title, “has started a scholarship for disadvantaged children, takes the time to teach young girls sewing, foreign languages and arithmetic.”

“That’s quite useless, isn’t it?” your mother looks between you and your father, not acknowledging Nikolai’s presence. She keeps stabbing the roasted pheasant on her plate with a fork as though there’s still life inside the poor poultry. “Shouldn’t you try harder?” she hisses at you. “If you continue being this lazy, the whole kingdom will fall apart! What will our neighbours say then?”

Nikolai suddenly gets up. He’s still holding your hand but you can’t be sure whether he’s doing that on purpose or if it’s just an unconscious reflex. The candlelight from the crystal chandelier cascades off his face, pronouncing the clenched muscles of his jaw - he’s angry and barely holding it in.

“Our meeting at this table is adjourned,” he announces in a firm voice. “This is beyond unacceptable. I have overlooked your transgressions simply because of your affinity to my wife. Still, I am disheartened and disappointed with the way you address your queen in her own home. The guards will escort you back to your chambers.”

You hear your mother and father trying to argue and protest, saying something about you being ‘too proud’ and ‘forgetting your place’ but you’re so dumbfounded you can’t make out the details. The guards lead them out of the dining room through one of the tall pairs of doors. When they close behind them, everything goes silent - the brick walls muffle any turmoil your parents might be causing.

Suddenly, your throat constricts. It’s hard to take a breath. Has it always been so hot in here? The tips of your fingers tingle, blood never reaching them.

He threw them out and you didn’t say anything. If they didn’t hate you before, they surely do now. You’re a disappointment, not their child. They haven’t done anything wrong, after all. You’re no good, useless, ungrateful, dramatic.

Suffocating with panic, you run out of the room through a different pair of doors, across the dining hall from the ones behind which your parents had recently disappeared. You hear Nikolai’s footsteps behind you but they are muffled by the noise of bloodflow ringing in your ears.

“Hey, talk to me,” he calls out in a soft voice. You turn around to look at him. His hand is almost at the height of your shoulder but it momentarily drops as though he just backed out from touching you. “What’s going on?”

For a man as smart as him, that’s a really stupid question.

“Why did you do that, Nikolai?” you snap at him.

His eyebrows furrow slightly. A gasp of disbelief brushes past his lips - he clearly thought the two of you were on the same page. “They were insulting you over and over again. I couldn’t just sit and listen to that.”

Truly, you should have expected that. He’s been adamant about standing up to your parents from the very beginning. Still, you’re angry that he just had to be stubborn and do the one thing you explicitly asked him not to do.

“What happened to laugh at insults? Isn’t that your own advice?”

“It is.” Nikolai finally finds it in himself to place his hands on your shoulders. “But I found myself unable to remain collected when the bitter words were aimed at you.” His palms brush against your dress and the skin of your neck until they’re cradling your face.

“I can,” you state firmly. “You should have let me handle this, I’m used to this.”

You escape his loving grasp and he lets you. Walking forward away from him, you’re not quite sure where exactly you’re heading. ‘Away’ would be a lovely direction but quite impossible when you’re confined to those four walls of marble and gold.

“You shouldn’t be,” Nikolai calls out after you.

Suddenly, you halt. You look at him around your shoulder. “What?”

“You shouldn’t be used to being treated like this,” he says in a defeated tone while walking towards you again. “They just keep putting you down, humiliating you. You’re not even slightly upset about that?”

“Of course, I am but…” you hang your voice, finally questioning your own feelings towards your parents. “It’s unfair for me to be angry with them. Ungrateful. I never went hungry or cold. They gave me medication when I was sick and made sure I went to school. Every year they’d give me something for my birthday. Neither of them has ever raised their hand against me. They’ve done all they could to give me a good life. Who am I to complain?”

“You’re the Queen,” he drones the word. His hand holds the side of your face again, thumb lovingly brushing your cheek. “People say your name in the same breath as the names of all the Saints. When I don’t know what to do or what decision to make, I always ask myself what you would do. And I’ve never once regretted that. There are important people who have agreed to my invitation only after hearing that you’ll be there too. You change everything. So you get to be angry when someone refuses to see that. I know you can take a few mean words but I don’t want you to.”

For a moment, the two of you stand in comfortable, intimate silence. Your absent gaze is stuck to the floor as you’re pondering his words. Whenever you’re about to accept that maybe, just maybe, you’re doing something good and important, the voice of your mother echoes inside your head: ‘Vain’. But Nikolai wouldn’t lie to you, would he? At least not in those circumstances.

“Can you keep a secret?” he speaks up quietly, bringing your attention back to him.

“Don’t tell me you put a wild racoon in my parent’s bedroom,” you joke, surprising yourself at your newly-found humour.

He scrunches his nose. “Alright, can you keep two secrets?” The echo of the empty halls carries your bright laughter. “To be honest, I wanted to marry you the moment you argued with me about stealing that merchant frigate in Kerch.”

“I could tell,” you answer with a slow nod. “You had a really stupid look on your face, all dazed and absent. In fact, you wore the same one on our wedding day.”

Nikolai’s lips turn into a playful smile and he’s about to say something definitely smart and smooth but a servant interrupts him:

“Your most royal highness,” she says nervously as she curtsies, “your mother wishes to see you. She seems thoroughly upset, if I may say so.” Judging by her fearful, wide-open eyes, she must have gotten a taste of your parents' hurt ego.

Anxiety once again floods your mind. Maybe you should go, apologize and pray they won’t go on a tirade about ‘raising you differently’. But then you hear Nikolai inconspicuously but meaningfully clear his throat.

‘You’re the queen’, his voice echoes in your head. A queen doesn’t cower and bow her head, does she?

“Tell her I don’t take visitations tonight,” you order the servant.

“Right away, моя царица.” She can’t hide the waver in her voice. Judging by her already fearful demeanour, she can guess quite well what will happen the moment she relays the information.

Yes, you will have to warn your parents that they actually can’t hurl insults at your servants. It’s going to be challenging, yes, but this newfound confidence is a ferocious beast, driving you to own up to the title of the queen - not in the way your mother and father want you to but in a way that you need to.

“Oh, one more thing.” The girl immediately stops and turns around at the sound of your voice. “Make sure they don’t leave their wing until either of us says so. I don’t want them wandering around my home.”

“Of course, my Queen.”

The servant bows again and leaves the two of you in a rushed step. Nikolai waits until she disappears around the corner to let his hand drop to the small of your back. He leans in close, indecently so. “I love it when you get all commanding,” he whispers against your neck.

An airy laugh leaves your lips as he pecks the soft skin behind your ear.

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мой царь [mo-ee tzar] -> my tsar/king

моя царица [mo-ya tsa-ree-tsa] -> my tsaritsa/queen

[belphieslavenderscentedpillow]

Obey me Boys as students

Thank you for the love on my other posts, every reblog, note and follower is appreciated!

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This is more of a human high school AU, so there is more human talk than devildom.

There is a bit of Nsfw in asmodeus part, but other than that it’s pretty fluffy/maybe crack?

Lucifer

Straight A student, what did you expect?!?

But I’ll tell you, he’s honestly kind of annoying to be in a class with

He’s such a suck up without even ACTUALLY TRYING to be a suck up

When the teacher makes a mistake he 100% corrects them with no shame

But he’s still somehow a teachers pet

People hate him because they wanna be him fr fr

I honestly don’t think he’s naturally academically intelligent like belphegor or interested in subjects like Satan

The only reason why he actually tries is probably because he thinks failing academically is embarrassing

That being said I think he’s a hardworker, always practicing and learning

Definitely pulls all nighters regularly to finish assignments

Favourite subject is probably physics like a granddaddy

Has a very simplistic pencilcase in black with an ink pen

Mammon

Literal class clown

HE is the reason why class is low key fun

Everyone keeps saying he’s annoying but high key miss him when he’s not there

That being said he’s incredibly charismatic

I think he’s got lots of friends in class cause he’s super easy to be around and he’s funny asf

he’s probably one of the kids on the teachers “hate list”

Literally always gets picked on from teachers

Always goes red when they point out his mistakes but he turns it into a joke

I think he’s an average student but is crazy good at like music or something artsy

He’s that one kid who always ALWAYS forgets his stuff

If he’s lucky he might have a chewed up pen somewhere in his bag (maybe)

He’s definitely a pen biter you cannot change my mind

Leviathan

Oh boy

He’s a very shy kid, and honestly most people forget he’s there

Even the teachers which is kind of a good thing honestly

He sits in the back of the class and does his work calmly

Never talks like NEVER

Probably has one good friend in ONE class who he goofs off with but I think that’s honestly it

That being said there’s def some type of popular demon crushing on him

He has potential to be above average academically but I don’t think he cares enough

I think his favourite subject is art because he gets to practice drawing boobs I mean he gets to practice anatomy

Has a bunch of cool stationary from animes

Definitely has some sanrio type of stationary that he NEVER shares

Satan

A student that gives 110%

He would literally be the perfect student because he has this amazing combination of politeness, academic intelligence and actual academic INTEREST

would be if he didn’t absolutely despise all of the teachers

He knows more than the teachers so sitting in class is incredibly boring to him

Thinks the teachers have no teaching ability and knows he could teach this class better than them

He is such a good student for being such a bad student if you get what I mean

Super organized but not at all at the same time

Polite but disses the teachers- really it depends on the day

He loves all subjects but I think he’s a biology or maybe a literature guy wink wink

someone hc him to send answers in the groupchat while cussing them out- that is 100% Satan

He‘s probably super popular I mean, smart, pretty and a romantic- can’t get better than that! (Well lets skip over the anger issues)

Asmodeus

Your residential play boy/fuck boy!

But just add sweetness to the mix; like he makes sure the person knows his intentions before starting anything with him

That cute boy in class that has a bunch of friends and is super popular for an ACTUAL reason

He does literally EVERYTHING but pay attention

He‘s still a teachers pet though

Probably fucked a teacher to get through the year

Has a bunch of stationary and has really pretty notes even if he doesn’t know what anything means

His favourite subject is probably geography or design (art)

Beelzebub

Jock. What more is there to say?

He‘s not your typical jock, cause unlike all the other jocks he’s actually humble

(The sport bring fangol obvi)

That being said he’s crazy popular, because he’s athletic, cute, sweet, friendly and humble

People are all over him all. The. Time.

Yeah sure he might not have a whole bunch of brains and his grades are below average but at least he’s cute right???????

Yeah he’s not much of a academic person, like AT ALL- he only likes PE, maybe a little bit of art (cause it’s easy)

The teachers surprisingly don’t really care all that much about him- just a random student 🤷‍♀️

Belphegor

This little shit

He‘s that kid who is a genius for no reason what so ever

He reads the paragraph once and never again and still gets an A++++

He barely pays attention in class, skips like 60% of the time and still rivals Satan

Lucifer and Satan get pissy about it because he doesn’t even TRY

His fav subject is math because it’s just understanding a few rules and that’s it

His favourite saying is „mathematicians are lazy“, please tell me your teachers told you this too

He is so charming for no reason, and that makes him a little shit

All he has to do is smile and the person just melts

That being said a smile from him takes a lot of effort

He never takes his stuff to school so he just asks another person and they never hesitate to give him stuff

Teachers just don’t care about him since he barely shows up anyway 💀

Diavolo

Literally cannot focus in school

He‘s like a jock mixed with student body- super charismatic, super hot and reallyyyy popular

He‘s that one friend who has like a gazillion friends and says hi to someone every 2 minutes

But when he’s in class he cannot focus to save his life

At home he’s a mashine- finishing task after task but in school he gets distracted over every little thing

He has so many expensive items, shoes, pants, stationary EVEN HIS SOCKS

Nr.1 crush for literally anyone

Favorite subject is any social subject really

He‘s a pretty average student but his teamwork ability make him stand out

Teachers gossip about other students to him 😃

Barbatos

Straight A student, no one knows his methods

Diavolo is his best friend even if they are polar opposites

Very well liked, by students, teachers but he only willingly talks to diavolo and his crush we all know who wink wink

Very well organised, always has his stuff

Even the way he wears his uniform is neat

He‘s so mysterious…… which makes him kind of hot honestly

He probably doesn’t care about the attention though

Simeon

Ugh literally the perfect student

Smart, kind and charismatic

Literally a teachers pet

Probably is in a whole bunch of clubs

I could totally see him in the drama club

Favorite subjects; drama and literature

He probably reads shakespear in his lunch breaks

He never cusses in class- even when the teacher gets on everyone’s nerves

He has so many friends! Seriously it’s hard not to like him

That being said his weakness is computer science

Yeah not really his strong suit

Luke

Poor baby gets teased relentlessly

He is super cute though

is such a sweetheart genuinely

Don’t be mistaken if anyone actually has the guts to bully him, his 11 family members are ought to get them

He works really hard to get good grades and make Micheal and Simeon proud!

He‘s in the baking club and his favourite subject is probably science honestly

Solomon

This little shit (#2)

He‘s such a mixed bag of different student traits

He‘s lazy, but hard working

Social but introverted

Super popular but gets hated on

His favourite subject is science specifically chemistry

If you are in his chemistry class he‘ll pull some chemistry pick up lines to annoy you

He‘s also in the baking club which makes Luke get cold sweats every night

Also a huge shoutout to @kkeromenoo , thank you for the love!! Sadly I can’t respond to the comments 😭 someone pls tell me how it works..

I just also wanted to say sorry for the fact that 1) this post took so long and 2) some of the characters are shorter. Probably will edit this later, but again hope you enjoyed!

Proofread!

All credits go to @belphieslavenderscentedpillow

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Couldn't resist sending another in after going through your prompt list for your 3.5K celebration again 😁!

"How do babies get made?" For Arthur. Please make this as awkward as humanly possible for him 😂😈. I can't wait ❤️!

Hey there Brummie! Thanks for sending this in! I’m sorry it took me a bit to write. I love that you chose Arthur for this one because I could just see him melting from the awkwardness! I hope I hit the mark!! Enjoy! :)

I’D LOVE TO KNOW WHAT YOU THINK! - YOUR COMMENTS & REBLOGS HELP ME WRITE!

Part of my 3.5k celebration — find other stories here!

Put On the Spot

Arthur Shelby x Reader

Warnings: awkward Arthur

Word Count: 1139

Summary: Arthur gets put on the spot when his child asks him a rather interesting question.

“Daddy!!” Arthur’s two children exclaimed in unison as they bursted through the door and found him standing by the window. He knelt down to greet them, allowing them to nearly tackle him with a hug.

“I thought I saw you two coming up the drive,” he said to the kids, glancing at the door to see (Y/N) entering the house. Their eyes locked and he sent her a smile before focusing on his children again.

“We got to go for a long walk today!” Lily, the younger of the two children, said with glee.

“Did ya?” Arthur asked with raised eyebrows, showing his interest in the story. He kept glancing up at his wife, watching as she made her way to sit on one of the chairs. The glint that was present in her eyes immediately told him that she had something to say.

“Yes! Mum let us keep going and going, all the way down to the end of our road!” Maya, the eldest, chimed in, turning to smile at her mother once she was done talking.

“That sounds like a good time. I’m sorry I missed out on it,” Arthur frowned slightly as he looked between his daughters.

“That’s ok. You can come next time!” Lily accepted his apology before quickly throwing an idea out, one that Maya was nodding incessantly at.

“I’ll join ya next time then,” Arthur agreed on it, smiling at his two girls before he set his sights on (Y/N) once more. “How did you enjoy your walk, love?” he asked as he moved over to the back of the chair she was sitting on so that he could set his hands on her shoulders.

“It was…” (Y/N) paused, trying to find the correct word to fit the situation she’d just experienced, “interesting.”

“Interesting?” Arthur questioned, his brows furrowed.

“Yes,” she affirmed.

“Interesting how?”

“Maya asked me a question that caught me completely off guard,” (Y/N) shared. Arthur’s brows furrowed deeper.

“What was the question?”

“I told her to ask you it when we returned home,” she answered as she nodded her head towards their two daughters, who were now playing. “Go ask her,” she added with a tight lipped smile.

Arthur’s eyes shifted from his wife to his daughter and back again, hesitance clear in his actions. (Y/N) raised her eyebrows at him, a non verbal way of saying ‘go on’. Arthur looked at her for a moment longer before he slowly made his way to where the girls were playing.

“Maya…” he started, at first saying the little girl’s name like he was some shy child on the playground. Come on, Arthur, she’s eight…man up, he told himself, clearing his throat and trying another angle. “Maya, your mum said you had a question for me?” he asked her, more confidence present in his tone now.

Maya looked up the second she heard her father’s voice and was nodding instantly. “Oh yeah,” she started, standing up so that she could move closer to him. “How do babies get made?” she asked in an innocent voice, looking up at her father with her big, doe eyes.

Arthur froze when he heard her question. His eyes widened and his jaw went slack as he looked over to (Y/N), who was currently biting on her cheek to stop her laughter. She expected this sort of reaction from her husband, but seeing his face drain of its color as he mentally scrambled for an answer was even more entertaining in person.

Warning bells were going off in Arthur’s mind as he tried to figure out how he was going to respond to the child’s question. He tipped his head to the side as he weighed out the paths he could possibly take. Maya may not believe an imaginary answer, but (Y/N) would sure smack me upside the head if I went the real route, he debated his choices.

“Dad?” Maya asked, wondering why it was taking so long for him to respond.

“Uhh…” Arthur drew out the word, buying himself more time, “well, why’re you askin’, sweetheart?” he asked a question of his own.

Maya was happy to answer him: “well I was thinking back to when mummy had Lily in her belly, and I knew that she was in her belly because mummy said that she came out of it. But I want to know how Lily got put in mummy’s belly. I know she wasn’t there the whole time.”

Arthur nodded along with his daughter’s statement, thankful that she was really explaining because it gave him more time to think up an answer. That still didn’t mean that he had said answer when she was done talking though. He glanced over at (Y/N) then, seeing that she was waiting expectantly for his answer.

“Well, Maya…” he trailed off, swallowing thickly, “your mum and I love each other very much, and when two people love each other like your mum and I do, they decide that they’re going to have a baby,” he explained, silently hoping that the topic would end there.

But, of course, Maya had another question: “how did the baby get into mummy’s belly?”

“Well that happens when…”

“Alright Maya, don’t you have some school work you could be doing?” (Y/N) cut Arthur off before he could stick his foot into his mouth. He sent her a surprised, and relieved, look.

“But daddy was answering my question!” the girl responded, a pout present on her face.

“There’ll be time to answer it later. You have school tomorrow and work that needs to get done. Go on,” (Y/N) stayed firm, nodding towards the staircase.

“Fine,” Maya grumbled, turning and making her way to the steps so that she could go up to her bedroom.

Arthur looked to Lily, who had been playing without a care in the world, before his eyes found (Y/N)’s. “Why did you step in?” he just had to ask.

“You wanted to keep fumbling?” (Y/N) asked with raised eyebrows.

“I wasn’t fumbling,” he insisted, although he was unable to look her in the eye as he spoke.

“If that’s what you want to tell yourself, darling,” she smiled at him as she stood from her chair. She walked over to him then, waiting until she was standing in front of him to speak again: “it was cute to watch you though,” she stated, leaning in to press a quick kiss to his lips before she backed away, going to ascend the stairs.

Arthur let out a huff once she was gone. He looked down at Lily and shook his head, wondering how many years would pass before she, too, was asking these types of questions. Oh how he hoped he still had some time left.

**Got a bit carried away with this one…hope y’all don’t mind!

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istg im craving for aventurine content i love him sm 😭

I saved this for after the update when they’d ACTUALLY give us Aventurine content and WOW did they deliver um so have some THOUGHTS-

SPOILER WARNING FOR AVENTURINE LORE!

Cw! Toxic Aventurine, discussion of Aventurine getting humiliated based on a scene in the game, kindaaa suggestive? Mentions of Aventurine being treated like an object, he takes advantage of your kindness, sharing a bed, Arguments where both sides say some things, angsty, discussion of having kids but he’s just lying (for now🤨)

-Aventurine x reader, after update thoughts-

So yeah from all the stuff we’ve seen from him I can still see him being a pretty bad partner…

He hides his true feelings for you most of the time because it’s how he protects himself from getting hurt. Probably doesn’t even want to commit to you at all so much as use you for a little while, just as his company and companion, he’ll entertain you for a bit until he starts getting attached.

He can’t afford to get attached to you. Well. More like he doesn’t WANT to get attached to you, but if he does decide he wants to keep you around a little longer he will put a bit of effort into it.

By that I mean buying you whatever you want, maybe even getting you a ring so you’ll stick with him for a while. Definitely a man who believes in buying love.

Despite his high emotional walls that he pretends doesn’t exist, there are a few ways to really get this man to melt for you.

For example if you genuinely think his eyes are pretty? If you don’t say things about his eyes just in an attempt to get under his skin? And that whole scene where Sparkle implied that Aventurine strips naked and gets on his knees to get his way?

Yeah honestly genuinely showing him respect will really leave an impact on him. He’s used to being treated as an object. So when you ask HIM what HE wants…it genuinely takes him by surprise. He literally doesn’t get it. You should be telling him what you want so he can get or do it for you. No one’s ever asked what HE wanted before.

Suddenly he’s REAL interested in keeping you close. I mean…you’re fascinating. You just…do nice things for him without expecting anything in return? Surely you’re too good to be true, but he’s not gonna let you go that easily now…

Does he take advantage of your kindness? A little bit…really not on purpose most of the time though. He’s just not used to it, and he has to admit he is curious to see how much he can get out of you. But I think he’ll realize that he’s taking advantage, and if he really does like you, he’ll try to tone it down.

He’s not a man who throws out Genuine ‘I love you’s often. Of course if you say it to him he’ll say it back, but that doesn’t make it genuine at all. He REALLY has to like you before he’d Actually genuinely tells you he loves you, and you can Tell that it’s different this time when he says it while he’s holding you in bed, thinking you’re asleep.

Something he has a problem with is when you try to express your concern over his bad habits…specifically the gambling problem. He doesn’t think it’s a problem at all, given his whole ‘I only bet if I know I’ll win’ attitude but gambling is STILL gambling and you don’t like seeing him like that, just so Addicted he can’t pull himself away from the tables at the casino, or so hooked that he stays up at night in bed gambling on his phone.

He insists it’s not a problem, that he’s NOT addicted, that he can quit if he wants to…he doesn’t Like arguing with you about it…but he will.

Yeah good luck getting him to give up on the gambling…it’s his first love, really. This man might even leave you over it if you push him enough about it.

Arguments can get REALLY bad-

It’s hard to visibly shake him when other people comment negatively on his Sigonian blood…but if you get angry enough at him, say something about his past, whether it’s something about the serial number or his eyes…yeah he takes that personally, because it’s you. He thought he could trust you and now you’re looking at him like everyone else does.

He’ll say some really hurtful things to you in turn, and you can bet he won’t be apologizing first.

He’s probably sleeping on the couch that night, if he stays in the home at all. He might just…leave and spend the night at a hotel instead. He wants YOU to be the one to beg him to come back and forgive you.

He might eventually slink back home on his own, either pretending nothing is wrong, or giving you the cold shoulder.

Of course you feel terrible about it. You didn’t mean to hurt him, of course not…but he also said some really terrible things to you in turn so…you’re hesitant to just plead with him to forgive you.

I’m sure he’ll eventually get tired of being angry with you though, especially when he starts wanting something from you or if he doesn’t want to go to the casino alone.

Once he’s cooled off enough then yeah he’ll let you make it up to him with a make-up hug and kiss.

Also this man is Very into PDA. Can’t keep his hands OFF of you when you’re in public. He’s either holding your hand, or his hand is on the small of your back, or he’s got an arm draped over your shoulder…seriously he does NOT leave any room for doubt that you’re with him.

He’s got No problem putting his lips on you in a public setting. Whether it’s on the back of your neck, or the knuckles on your hand, or your cheek, or your lips.

He doesn’t even Care about his reputation when you’re involved, haha…

Also this man definitely bites you playfully, haha…you’re expecting a kiss and suddenly there are TEETH INVOLVED! AVENTURINE!!? >:(

Aventurine who has you light his cigarette.

Also his HANDS are so attractive?? He’ll perform all sorts of little card and coin tricks for you, just so you can look at his attractive hands…

And when he does take off his gloves for you?? Yeah the man takes good care of his hands, partly because his darling partner adores them. I bet you could convince him to let you paint his nails, as long as you do a good job…

He thinks it’s VERY cute when you wear his clothes, whether it’s something little like wearing his sunglasses or his hat…or straight up wearing one of his shirts or his jacket or something. He’s pretty average sized himself haha so you’ll probably fit pretty well into his clothes…you guys can share outfits, though I do think it’d be hard to convince him to wear something of yours unless it was stupidly expensive.

Absolutely a man who buys you clothes with the intent of stealing them later for himself-

You’ll be looking in your closet for something only to be all: “Aventurine! Have you seen my-” only to turn around and see him wearing it….sigh…

Oh my gosh now I’m having thoughts about Aventurine meeting your parents…there are Mixed feelings. Yeah. He wants to keep you so he’s not above just straight up lying to them to make himself look better. Very vague or just…lies about his job. Definitely doesn’t mention the gambling addiction. Oh, they want grandkids? Sure he’ll Happily tell them that he can’t WAIT to have a kid with you-

Meanwhile you’re listening to him talk about that sort of stuff like ???? The way your man lies SO easily to your parents should really make you a little bit concerned-

So overall he makes a decent impression but they don’t like the way he dresses himself…but yeah his scheme to get your parents to like him works well enough!

To be honest if Aventurine really does want to have you he’ll marry you regardless of whether or not he gets your parents’ blessing, but if it really matters to you then FINE he’ll try.

Alright that’s what I’ve got so far haha~

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Hi could you do a Colby Brock x fem y/n become friends after Sam introduces them and they catch feelings fast and become something more? If that makes sense 😅

DESTINED.

PAIRINGS. colby brock x fem reader

SUMMARY. you and sam were friends because of some mutuals and as you both become closer he introduces you to his best friend…some say it was destined.

WARNINGS. nothing much just some anxiety and nervousness but also butterflies

AUTHORS NOTE. thank you sm for this request i’m a sucker for friends to lovers imagines 🙏😩

WORD COUNT. 2.2k

“y/n i forgot to introduce you!” sam shouted over the music. “this is my best friend colby.” he pointed to his brunette friend that you had seen on his channel. “and colby this is my best friend y/n!”

you smiled and didn’t know whether to shake his hand or not. you had to admit this guy was so cute. you’d seen him on their channel and you’d had a small attraction.

“hi, i’m y/n!” you decided to extend your arm is way regardless.

“colby. you look very pretty tonight.” he complimented.

you gushed and immediately shied away.

“i’m gonna go get a drink i’ll be right back, go ahead and chat it up.” he patted colby’s shoulder whip placing a hand on yours then leaving.

“how long have you known sam?” he immediately questioned.

“oh um we met because of our parents. they were super good friends of mine growing up so we practically grew up with each other.” you smiled fiddling with your fingers. “i grew up where you guys did but then we had to move to hays for my dads work. we still kept in touch thankfully.

he nodded in understanding “wow so you guys have known each other longer than we have. has anything ever…” he gestured his pointer finger between you and the kitchen where sam was.

“oh…no.” you laughed. “no it’s always been platonic between sam and i. he’s been the one that’s endured all my boy crush boyfriend drama.”

“oh you’ve had your fair share of boyfriends?” he grinned.

“plural? no no, just one guy that had quite the hold on me in high school.” you nervously laughed.

“wow, well since we’re already such good friends spill.” he pursed his lips his eyes staying on you.

his gaze made you feel nervous but before you could feel anything extra about it sam came with teo drinks.

“drink up guys! let’s let loose tonight!” he clapped heading back where he came from.

you both took the drinks and went to find some seats.

the whole night was filled with easy conversation. no awkward silence which you were thankful for. it was so easy with colby. like you guys just clicked.

you had told him about your previous and only relationship. he told you about his run with relationship. you guys talked for hours upon hours.

when you looked at your phone it was 10 pm when you looked back what seemed like 5 minutes later it was a quarter till 1 am.

“oh shit, i didn’t know it was this late.” you laughed feeling the effects of the alcohol a tiny bit.

“yeah, i should probably be looking for sam right now.” he clicks his tongue.

“does sam usually go crazy at parties? i haven’t really been to something like this with him before.” he looked around the room of drunk people trying to catch a glimpse.

“no not really, i mean yeah he gets drunk but he doesn’t get crazy drunk. just very interesting.” he takes another sip of his drink.

“what about you? do you get crazy?” you asked, taking out your chapstick and applying some to your lips.

he saw your action and rose his brows in surprise but quickly recovered. “um no i…well sometimes but not tonight.”

“why not tonight?” you questions curiously.

“because i wanted to get to know you. you’re sam’s friend i feel like i should put in some effort.” he smiles, and not a tight lip smile. a smile that you could tell he was trying to suppress but you couldn’t understand why.

“well, i should probably get going.” you said, about to stand up.

“are you sure you can drive?” he stood up immediately lending you a hand.

you took his standing up and feeling a bit woozy.

“uh…” you looked around the room trying to make it stand still. “probably…probably not.” you concluded. you couldn’t keep the room straight. it was slowly spinning. “i told myself i wasn’t going to get drunk but i may have over drank.” you groaned placing a hand on your forehead.

“hey it’s okay. we have an extra bedroom. you can sleep it off.” he reassured you.

you nodded allowing him to guide you upstairs to a guest room.

“do you need anything before i head off to find colby?” he asked as he guided you into the room.

you sat down onto the bed with a huff. “errr no i don’t think so. could you possible find me a shirt and shorts to sleep in? i don’t mean to bother but just so i’m more comfortable…” you nervously asked.

“of course, let me go find sam then i’ll head to his or mine to grab you that.” he nodded quickly before heading off like he was on a mission.

you sighed looking up to the ceiling contemplating your night.

in a way you were glad you didn’t pace yourself.

colby’s so nice and…he’s so cute. he was so easy to talk to and he’s so thoughtful and selfless.

he made you have butterflies in your stomach just because of one night.

you had the urge to show him how you felt but you didn’t want to weird him out or anything.

you felt you’d close your eyes until he got back. only problem is you completely knocked out.!

you felt a tap on your shoulder.

“y/n…” a whisper. you heard someone whisper.

your face scrunched up in displeasure as this whisper was disrupting you from your sleep.

“mmm.” you whined wanting nothing more than for that person to leave you alone.

“y/n, i have your clothes.” the whisper sounded familiar.

it was colby!

you jerked straight up at the familiarity in his voice and you were about to say his name until you felt your head bump into something. or somebody.

“fuck.” he groaned.

“shit!” your hand went up to sooth the spot you hit.

you felt tears spike your eyes. don’t cry don’t cry don’t cry.

obviously, you’re only tearing up because of how much it had hurt.

“fuck y/n, you okay?” he was holding a hand up to his head as well.

“mhm!” you tried to sound fine. you sniffled.

colby immediately was alert.

“y/n, you’re sure? i’m sorry i shouldn’t have been that close. i was only trying to wake you up to change.” he felt guilty.

“no it’s okay, it’s my fault for doing that.” you took the blame.

“did you get scared? i didn’t mean to scare you. i wouldn’t hurt you.” he was trying to explain and ask for an explanation.

your tipsy mind only came up with one thing to say.

“no i just got excited to hear your voice.” you had said, and immediately was appalled at why you would say that.

“m-my voice?” he hesitated to ask. you opened your watered eyes to his smile.

“um…” you were too nervous to let out a word.

he sat down on the bed looking down at what he had in his hands. he then held them out to you.

“here, my shirt and i couldn’t find any shorts but you’ll have total privacy in this room so. do with that information what you will.” he set his shirt on your lap.

“thank you.” you whispered lost in his eyes. you didn’t know what came over you but you wanted to kiss him. he just looked so kissable at the moment but the most embarrassing thing happened. he leaned back.

“look y/n…” he winced.

fuck i fucked it up. you thought.

“i want you to know. i like you. you’re cool and funny and sweet and you’re so beautiful. and because of that i want to do things right. i don’t want out first kiss to be some drunk kiss in the heat of the moment. i want both of us to be sober fully aware of what we’re doing.” he explained. his blue eyes strikingly trained on you.

“you think i’m funny?” you smile trying to contain the bigger grin.

he lets out a huge grin as well. “yeah, i really do and if you’d let me. i would like to take you out on a proper date. see where it goes.”

“i’d really like that. id actually love that.” you said excitedly.

he sighed in relief. “how about, tomorrow morning. we go to breakfast?” he proposes.

“sounds like a date to me!” you conclude.

“perfect.” he whispers.

he then leaves and the rest of the night even in your dreams you think of how the date might go.

your excitement almost holding you back from getting sleep.

your eyes opened up excited and ready for the day.

you immediately went to check your phone for the time. 9:15 am.

you didn’t know whether or not to go out and just wait to see what happens or to just stay in your room.

you opted for the second choice not yet ready.

you were going to start changing into your clothes from the previous day when you heard a knock on your door.

the nerves of your date conversed earlier had you jumpy so you practically fell out of bed.

“uh-” you cleared your throat. “who is it?”

“it’s sam! i heard you were in here. can i come in?” his voice muffled on the opposite side of the door.

“yeah you can!” you yell before getting back into bed under the covers as you were indeed only in your underwear and colbys.

the door opened and you met the blue eyes of your blonde friend.

“how was the party? i was shit-faced i don’t really remember past when i had a smoke break.” he laughed and sat on the bed.

“it was good! really good…” you thought back to the conversations you had yesterday.!

“i heard…i heard from colby that he asked you out on a date. that quick huh? i knew you two would hit it off. i sensed it. i’m not only a ghost hunter but i’m a relationship predicter.” he touched his head with his pointer finger.

you giggled. “yeah he’s super…like he’s just super funny and thoughtful like he was just asking me questions and conversing was so easy with him."

sam smiled and sighed. "well, i hope everything works out."

you smile sighing in relief. you expected nothing less than sams reaction.

"he's been nervous all morning wondering if he was doing things right. just be patient with him." he then stands up. "love you y/n/n."

the nickname makes your heart woman.

"i love you sam. thank you." you said appreciatively.

he opened the door to walk outside but then stopped.

he then looked at you and whispered. “by the way, breakfast is no longer happening…”

you didn’t know what he meant until he walked away and colby walked in with a wooden platter with breakfast laid across.

it was an organization of your favorite breakfast foods and a cup of what you usually drank.

he closed the door behind him before bringing the platter to you.

“good morning pretty girl.” he sat down on the bed.

“wow, very bold and kind move for a girl you just met.” you couldn’t help but think out loud.

“yeah well, this girl i just met is really cool since i want to keep her i need to treat her really well.” he handed you the cup. “and that of course starts now.”

you took the cup and sipped. “mmm, well she’s very lucky.”

as time went on, you went on the lunch date. got to know each other better.

immediately you knew you wanted to see the relationship move further.

and it did.

you guys went on plenty of dates. got to connect on a super deep level. you immediately felt a connection and it was safe to say you felt as if you were falling in love with who he is.

on the sixth date you kissed. it was like as if you had been put on earth to simply be with him in that moment. it was at your house in front of your door when he had told himself to stop being a pussy and kiss you.

the kiss was short and sweet but left you wanting more.

on the eighth date, he asked you to be his girlfriend by surprising you intimately.

he had decorated your room with flower petals got a crate full of your favorite snacks and cute balloons along with a little letter board that spelled out, “may i be your boyfriend?”

you had the biggest smile plastered on your face as you gave him the biggest hug and screamed “oh my gosh of course!!!"

he smiled and immediately connected your lips in a passionate kiss.

a few months later for your 6th month anniversary, he came home with a pet surprising you wanting that feeling of taking care of something together. it gave you a small view of what it would've been like to have a small family together whether you were a momma to a child or a animal they'd both be extremely important to you.

on your one-year anniversary, he took you out on a picnic and you both spent your day together just feeling grateful for each other.

it was insane how fast you both fell in love but fast was normal for you both and you wouldn’t have had it any other way.

[colourstreakgryffin]

Idk if you write for Vox, but can I request some headcanons with Vox being with a S/O who’s like a gamer/streamer? Like they would be streaming different games and sometimes would even get Vox to appear in their streams and have him play games with them - I can see Vox raging at a game if he loses and his S/O would just find it cute

Btw may I be called 🍡 anon if that hasn’t been taken yet??

Haha! Oooh! I actually REALLY like this idea! Vox would get even more popularity with us and we’d get a lot of popularity with Vox! I like it and the concepts is cool! Thank you so much, Mochi! Have a wonderful day!

Vox- Cameras and TVs

Vox automatically likes any partner that enjoy and use his advanced technology and since you’re a influential streamer on Tremor that uses the latest tech to keep up your career, Vox likes your tastes even more and he also likes to watch your streams. He finds them interesting

Vox, at first, was mainly your friend and your set-up provider, he’d give you the tech for your streaming career and that more casual business relationship turned into an actual one. He had grown to enjoy your streams and yes, let me say, he is actually a fan of yours

Vox eventually wanted to push up that friendship to a relationship after a few months of knowing you and getting to learn about you, so he begun subtly flirting with you, his crush growing every single day and possibly out of luck or out of his own rizz working, you agreed to go out with him. Ever since that moment, you nor him regret it

Vox may or may not travel through your gaming PC screen, just to say hi and give you a cute kiss right in front of your stream. It’s quite a surprise and he knows it’s spread around online since nobody would ever suspect a infamous streamer like yourself to be are seeing the Vox himself

Vox often only enters your streaming room when he wants to tell you something important or he wants to give you food or more Vox-like, he wants attention and hugs. Every single time he does this, he ends up playing your game with him after you encourage him

“Hmm… I don’t know, Honeypot, games aren’t my thing…”

“Come on, Voxiepie! Just try it with me! Don’t worry, i’ll help you!”

After a few seconds, Vox is already absorbed in the game that he can’t help but rage so much that the house temporarily loses power and he rushes to fix it to try save your stream. He does this a lot but you find it cute, nowhere near annoyed with it as anybody else would be

Sometimes, Vox will enter your stream then just sit you in his lap so he can watch you play and enjoy your presence, all without pulling you away from your screen or your games. To him, you look so attractive when you’re focusing on kicking ass in your little fantasy videogames

Yes, Vox promotes your merch on his show sometimes and promotes people who like streaming and videogames to watch your Tremor streams. He is a fanboy and he’s proud of how much he likes your work, he isn’t even ashamed of it. He admits it to the Vees without a single ounce of shame

Vox will wear your merch at times. Just randomly in the house you two share or whilst he is privately working as an Overlord. He loves the hoodies and the tees, they are comfortable AF and sometimes, he just goes to sleep in them

Vox is possessive so you know he is not only your Tremor mod, he’s also the one who tracks down to destroy any stalker you may end up getting from your streamer career, he also collects all your limited edition merch since he wants everybody to know you belong to him

Vox is very supportive of this career. Some of it, he isn’t a fan of but a lot of it, he loves and he is getting better at these games. Despite how often he rages at them

“Honeypot. How much have you eaten today? I hope you ate that takeout I ordered for you. Yeah? Good. What game did you take five hours to perfect this time?”

[silkythewriter]

Hey, hi, hello! I had this idea for a Vox x reader that won’t leave me no matter what I do. I know you’re probably sick of writing for vox so much lately, so no pressure to do this! Take your time and don’t feel pressured to get it out soon! :D

What if Vox had a short s/o- I just barely realized how short the demons in hell can be and I think would be interesting. Like- what if his s/o just constantly walked on their tippy toes so they don’t seem as short as they really are compared to Vox? I also think it would be hilarious if his s/o was ever in an argument and they just randomly got Vox to pick them up because they want a height advantage.

-🃏

★Vox with a short! Reader★

Warnings!: non pure fluff!

Fandom!: Hazbin hotel

Author note: HI OKAY I DUNNO IF THE OG REQUESTER IS EVER GONNA SEE THIS BUT GENUINELY I LOVE WHEN U REQUEST!, and thank you so so so much for checking up on me last time!, again thank you for requesting and I know I have some of your other request in my inbox so I’ll definitely go take a look LOVE YOUR IDEAS SORRY THIS IS LONG (💧｡•́‿•̀｡)

Summary!: Vox with a short! Reader (￣▽￣)

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“Look at me

I'm as helpless as a kitten up a tree

And I feel like I'm clinging to a cloud“

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OKAY, OKAY, BUT LIKE HE DEFINITELY LOVES THE HEIGHT DIFFERENCE.

Don’t get me wrong, this man would love you whatever height you’re at, but man can he admit he loves when you have to snap your neck up ward just to look him in the eyes. He finds it hilarious. 

He teases you a ton, he blames you for his back problems, having to bend a bit down to kiss you. (Definitely not that he looks like a gremlin in his work chair hunched over stacks of papers)

Don’t get me started on the names he gives you, quite literally calls you doll cause he just loves how short and small you are!

Oh and that thingy you do with your tippy toes? To try and seem just a tinny bit taller? He also finds that hilarious!. Literally watched you struggle to balance yourself and purposely scares you so you slip up a bit and you end up landing in his arms. He’s a charmer what can he say?

Hates when someone else teases you though, that’s his bit, who do they think they are???

Likes looming over you as you do something, he can’t and won’t explain why he likes it he just finds it enjoying

For April fools’ he actually left a bunch of stools around your shared apartment for you (which…actually was very much needed for you, which he burst out laughing at)

He does find himself looking at you from afar and spacing off, he just finds you cute, everything About you, even your height!, he can’t help but just admire you for a bit.

Carry’s you bridle style, girl, boy, or in-between doesn’t matter to him. He loves how small you feel in his arms.

Val and velvet calling you his elf is probably the worse teasing you faced there but if it upsets you Vox is quick to silence them.

Now we’re heading into the topic of arguments…(ﾒ﹏ﾒ)

“Look at me in my eyes when I talk to you!”you huffed watching him roll his eyes “Fine.” Vox says as he picks you up. You two broke into a giggle after that 😭

Whenever your stern talking him he turns his screen into a camera so you can see what he sees needless to say you didn’t talk to him for a week.

When ever you two sit together he uses you as an arm rest here and there messing up your hair but he really couldn’t care much (ಡ‸ಡ)

Likes having you in his lap as he works like I said in my last post about him, he can’t help it. You truly are like a doll to him and he just enjoys having you in his lap and holding you in his arms.

Cuddling is definitely easier as he opts to big spoon most of the time, but if you figure out a way or want to be big spoon he won’t protest to much. He finds it cute like a little koala hanging off his back ( he has stated this out loud before and burst out laughing with you ( =ω= ) )

Purposely calls you to get an item he intentionally put on the high shelf of a cabinet literally his favorite thing to pull on you

“Honey, mind grabbing the popcorn?, my new show is about to come on” he said sweetly as he pointed to the pantry from the couch. You shrugged “sure” you said getting up as you dug through the pantry’s bottom and middle shelves but coming out empty handed and confused. “I think we ran out…” you trailed off knowing you saw it yesterday in there. “Oh, I must have moved it, check up there” he said in a fake remorseful tone as he again, pointed his finger only to the top shelves nearing the roof. “Vox!” You groaned turning your head up as you heard him chuckle behind you.

Picks you up randomly when your not budging and just takes you himself 😭

Overall, he genuinely finds your height adorable!, and aside from teasing, he does really finds you cute. And is careful not to hurt your feelings most of the time…(unless he’s having a particularly bad day) but always makes up for it!. He loves you, and he’ll make sure you know that. ♡´･ᴗ･`♡

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AHHHHH I LOVE WRITING THIS THANK YOU SOSOSOOS MUCH FOR REQUESTING I HOPE YOU ENJOYED PLEASE REQUEST AGAIN!