#but it’s fun and it’s fluffy and it’s mindless

[quynhorlose]

happy birthday you silly european you @mayescapade here’s ur gift

[ilys00ga]

𝗲𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗻𝗮𝗹 𝘀𝘂𝗻𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗲.

➞ pair: yoongi x female reader.

➞ word count: 1k

➞ synopsis: "yoongi and reader making a meal together for yoongi's parents" with a little bit of a domestic twist.

➞ genre: established relationship, husband!yoongi, dad!yoongi, just fluffy fluff fluff, they cook together, dad!yoongi, nothing goes wrong, dad!yoongi, just pure happiness, they also call it tooth-rotting fluff lol, did I mention: DAD!YOONGI ???, they have a babygirl uwu <33

➞ A/N: first off, thank u anon for sending me this super cute prompt, I loved it and had sm fun writing it!! second, EID MUBARAK TO MY FELLOW MUSLIMS OUT THEREEE <3 this is my lil gift for yall on this eid. it wasn't supposed to be this long tbh, and I haven't written anything for over a month, so, sorry if this is kind of messy and all over the place??? im trying to get my sht together again. but I really liked the prompt and!!! had to write it!!!! kkk enjoy bbys <3

ps. any form of feedback is reallyyyy appreciated. I live for compliments :) !

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It was one warm spring morning.

Yoongi was back from a long series of concerts just a couple of days ago. Grateful to be finally home with the two people that mean the absolute world to him. Your cat was purring on his chest as the two of you laid on the bed, enjoying the quiet of Saturday that had just begun, when his mother called to announce that, later that evening, she and his father would be coming over.

One thing led to another, and there you stood with your husband in the kitchen. One was chopping ingredients up by the stove, the other handling a mixer. Your two years old baby girl, Nara, was sitting in her high chair somewhere away from the oven and any other harmful thing. What used to be your favorite playlists playing ever so softly in the background as you fixed yourselves your favorite meals, together, was replaced with the mindless blabbering of your sweet baby girl instead, playing with the wooden spoon you had given her to play with some minutes before.

“Is this good?” Yoongi dipped the tip of his finger into the mixture he’s been working on, and carefully brought it up to your lips. You hummed in satisfaction as soon as the flavors hit your taste buds, a little bit taken aback at how he nailed your mother’s secret recipe only in the first try, “Great. You’re getting so good at this, Yoonie. I think you should take over kitchen duties very soon.”

He snorted, “If that means I’ll never have to do the laundry ever again, then sure.”

Feigning annoyance, you hissed at him, “You’re so lazy.”

“No one likes doing laundry, honey. Not even you.”

"You're so annoying."

Your daily bickering banters were disturbed by the sound of his phone ringing from the other room. He left to take the call, leaving you with your noisy little baby. The chef hat she had on her head–Yoongi's idea, by the way, along with the tiny apron she wore as well–was almost too big on her. It made her look a thousand times more adorable that you immediately started grinning and cooing when she looked up at you.

"And what about you chef? Are you having fun?"

She balled her fists up and raised them in the air, wiggling in her seat to let you know that she wanted to be picked up. Being the ever so whipped mom that you were, you scooped her up in your arms right away, and peppered kisses all over her chubby face. Her giggles seeped through your skin and locked into your bones, aching with a sickeningly utmost adoration.

“Mom said they’re almost here.” Said Yoongi upon entering the kitchen, putting his phone atop the table and smiling as soon as his eyes fell on the two of you—his girls.

“Are you being a good chef assistant, baby?” He cooed, kissing her cheek, then leaning in to leave a peck on your lips.

“She’s been blabbering her life off the whole time you were gone." you hummed.

“Mom is going to have a good time conversing with her this evening.”

“We’re almost done cooking now.” You reminded him, “Honey, check on the oven please.”

“Right.”

A wave of heat hit his face as soon as he opened the oven, but he smiled once he checked on the muffins, “they are done.”

When he took the tray out and swiftly put it on the counter, Nara erupted in a fit of loud blabber, flailing the arm that clutched on the wooden spoon in the air and almost smacking your face in the process.

It had your husband giggling, of course. He couldn’t help but join in and engage with her blather, how could he not when he got such an adorable chatterbox for a child? “Huh, Nini? The muffins are done! Yeah!”

He took her into his arms, allowing you to go check on the stewpot that was still boiling on the stove, before bringing her to have a look at the tray of the mouth watering muffins, and cheered, “look!”

Your heart, yet again, swooned, almost oozing out of your ribs with how tight your chest grew to be at the sound of your baby’s joyful squeals. She was all excited as her daddy showed her around the process of cooking the dinner for her grandparents.

Nara was having the time of her life. For some reason, she's always loved being in the kitchen. Yoongi once made a comment about her becoming a successful chef, which then turned into a long, heartwarming talk about your daughter and her future. The gentle smile Yoongi had on his face throughout that was one to die for, especially when he sulked about not wanting your babygirl to grow up. His pout was so intense, you ended up engulfing him in a bone crushing hug for almost half an hour.

It was moments like this one that you wished were pictures so you could cut them up and hide them. Somewhere deep inside your heart. Forever. That's how you often found yourself observing and admiring every single interaction your husband made with your baby, and that’s how you ended up listening attentively as he continued to talk so passionately and earnestly with her, while simultaneously attempting to work with his free arm to the best of his abilities.

She, at one point, got so ecstatic that she accidentally thrusted her arm forward and hit him in the face with that spoon. But he only turned to look at you with an affectionate smile.

Struggling through a fit of giggles, you slipped the wooden object from her grasp and gave her a big kiss; making sure to squish her doughy cheeks—a trait that she definitely got from her father, “No more hitting mama and papa for you!”

The little girl’s squeaks only got louder as she reached out with her arms towards you, addressing you with more words of her very own and special language.

“Family hug?” you asked, glancing at a grinning Yoongi.

“Family hug!” He wrapped his free arm around you, bringing your body closer so that Nara could get a hold of you as well, then added, “but let’s make it a short one or else my parents are going to come to a burnt dinner.”

[kitten4sannie]

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ᴇᴅɢɪɴɢ/ᴇxʜɪʙɪᴛɪᴏɴɪꜱᴍ ➠ ᴊᴏɴɢʜᴏ/ᴡᴏᴏʏᴏᴜɴɢ

pairing: cat hybrid! wooyoung x bunny hybrid! reader (fem) x bear hybrid! jongho

genre: abo, hybrid au, smut

summary: your loyal boyfriends are there to help when your first heat comes around.

w.c: 2.7k

warnings: cute little established poly relationship, dom! woojong, bunny in heat! reader, voyuerism/exhibitionism, subspace, edging, dirty talk, lots of praise, one instance of degradation, pet names, oral (receiving/giving), one singular pussy slap, cockwarming, kissing, cum swapping, nasty car sex, sloppy seconds aka a nice cock swap, squirting, knotting, creampies, slipped a little breeding in there for one sec

a/n: abo and hybrid aus make me clinically insane….. something happened to me during the writing process of this you guys like i might need an exorcism ???? yeahh idkw to say except enjoy this horny mess ^^ <3

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Sitting in the middle seat of your boyfriends’ pick up truck was always fun. You could cuddle and kiss the both of them all you wanted, change the radio to whatever station you wanted, and best of all, you had the best view of the beautiful countryside right in front of you. Usually you were bouncing in your seat a bit, your bunny tail twitching from the excitement of sharing your simple, though joyous day with the loves of your life, but this time around, you were sitting with your arms wrapped around your waist, your bunny ears hanging at the sides of your head, and biting on your bottom lip, while something that only could be described as a searing hot coil continuously wrapped around your core, causing you to let out a series of disconcerted squeaks. 

“Hey, what’s wrong, lovebun?” Wooyoung asked concernedly, his black, fluffy ears perking up at the sound of your squeaks, looking at you through his peripheral, still trying to keep his eyes on the road ahead. 

“Are you feeling okay?” Jongho spoke up from the other side, placing a hand securely on your thigh, only causing you to make even more small noises, the searing heat inside your body growing stronger by the second. 

“I feel weird, like I’m gonna melt,” you whined out to the both of them, sliding a bit further down in your seat, causing your skirt to hike up further and further, the overwhelming sweet, flowery scent of your arousal encompassing your boyfriends’ noses, causing Wooyoung to jerk the car to the left a bit, and Jongho’s hand to involuntarily squeeze around your soft thigh. “What’s wrong with me?” 

Wooyoung and Jongho shared a look in the rearview mirror, neither of them having to say anything to know just exactly what was going on with their dear bunny girlfriend. It was bunny breeding season, and this particular cat and bear hybrid were more than willing to take part in it. 

“You’re in heat, sweetheart,” Jongho replied softly, pressing his lips onto one of your bunny ears, giving it a few gentle kisses, his hand moving further up your thigh. “You’ll be okay. We just have to take care of you. Do you want that?” 

“Yes, please, baby bear. I’ll do whatever I need to…to make this stop…” You unconsciously spread your thighs open, watching with hazy eyes as Jongho lifted up your skirt to expose your bare, glistening cunt underneath, the scent of your arousal triggering the both of your boyfriends to begin drooling like a couple of mindless predators about to swallow up their prey. 

Without much control over his actions, Jongho pulled his seat belt off to fit himself in the vast, empty space below your seat so that he was right in between your thighs, pressing his nose against your cunt, rubbing it against your clit, enveloping himself in the sweet scent of your heat. “Mm, my baby bun smells so sweet…Can I have a taste?” 

“Please, Jjongie.” You nodded eagerly, letting your legs hang over his shoulders, your hands sifting through his soft brown hair, playing with his cute little bear ears for your own comfort.

Just as Jongho buried his face in your pussy, Wooyoung reached his free hand down to rub two fingers against your clit, occasionally looking away from the road to see just how wet you were getting for them, watching Jongho eagerly lap up your slick like he was a bear with an unlimited supply of honey, none of you caring if a nearby driver happened to see what you were up to. 

“Feels so good, I’m really gonna melt,” you cried out, your thighs starting to squeeze around Jongho’s head, causing him to hold securely onto them, keeping his big brown eyes focused on yours as he dragged his agile tongue from your hole up to your clit, Wooyoung’s fingers keeping you spread open for easier access. 

“Are you going to cum all over baby bear’s tongue, lovebun?” Wooyoung asked near one of your bunny ears, playfully nipping at it with his kitty fangs, squeezing your clit in between two fingers when Jongho slipped his tongue fully inside your pulsing hole. 

“Yes, yes, yes…!” you gasped, beginning to forcefully drive your cunt into Jongho’s face, accidentally bumping into his nose, making him wince. 

“Hey, good bunnies aren’t greedy, are they?” Wooyoung kept his fingers squeezed around your clit, giving Jongho a look that made him stop in his tracks, simply breathing in the warm scent of your arousal, watching your cunt clench around nothing. “Good bunnies are grateful for what they get, right?” 

“Yes, I’m sorry, Youngie,” you whimpered, tears forming inside your eyes, just on the cusp of orgasm, but not able to get there with the way your boyfriends kept you in limbo for their shared pleasure. “I’ll be good.” You reached down to gently rub Jongho’s nose, pouting at him. “I’m sorry, Jjongie…” 

“It’s okay, baby,” Jongho reassured, pressing a few kisses and licks to your inner thigh, before going back to lap at your cunt, his hot tongue practically melting against your wet folds. “I forgive you…” 

You looked at Wooyoung who grabbed your chin as soon as he stopped at a red light and pressed a deep, though quick kiss to your lips, making sure to nip at your bottom lip before he pulled away. “Be good and cum, pretty girl,” he sighed, giving your cunt a sudden harsh smack just as Jongho plugged you back up with his tongue. 

All of a sudden, a couple hybrids in a car nearby began to wolf whistle, honk their car horn, and drool over the sight of you getting filled up by your boyfriend’s tongue, while your other boyfriend stroked one of your soft bunny ears. 

“They’re watching meee, oh my god,” you cried out, barely able to look at the drooling alphas for a few seconds before shame and arousal overtook your body, Jongho’s tongue rubbing profusely against your tight inner walls, Wooyoung’s fingers still playing with your throbbing clit.

“It’s not everyday you see a pretty little bunny in heat getting devoured by her baby bear boyfriend, you know?” Wooyoung chuckled softly, nipping at your ear, making direct eye contact with the alphas to establish dominance. “Cum, baby bun…Show them who you belong to…” 

A sensitive little bunny like yourself could simply not take this much pleasure at once without squirting all over yourself, especially while being spectated by a few naughty alphas nearby, so that’s exactly what you did, crying out and grabbing desperately onto the truck’s seats all the while, tears escaping your eyes. 

“What a good bunny,” Wooyoung praised you, nodding his head in approval, hitting his foot on the gas as soon as the light turned green, his stiff cock pressing painfully up into his pants, trying as hard as he could to keep his eyes on the road instead of your pretty, shuddering body. 

“The best bunny,” Jongho agreed, slurping as much squirt into his mouth as he could, before sitting further up onto his knees, reaching up to bring your flushed face towards his, pressing his glistening lips against yours, sharing his spit and your arousal with you. 

Once Jongho pulled away, he smiled sweetly at you, watching you blink hazily at him and your other alpha boyfriend, idly licking your slick from his lips. “How are you feeling now, baby?” 

“Need cock,” you requested simply, the burning desire you felt from within somehow even stronger than before, a wildfire blazing away from within your core. 

Jongho looked to Wooyoung, who looked back to him, the both of them knowing what needed to be done in order to satiate their needy bunny girlfriend. 

“Why don’t you keep your mouth busy for now, bun? Hm? Does a mouthful of Youngie’s cock sound good for now?” Wooyoung suggested sweetly, unzipping his pants with one hand, freeing his pulsing length and allowing it to smack up into his lower abdomen. 

You began drooling as if on command, your pupils growing larger at the sight of Wooyoung’s pretty pink cock just waiting for you to slobber all over it. 

Jongho chuckled to himself, reaching up behind your head and gently guiding your head down onto Wooyoung’s cock, watching it slowly disappear inside your mouth and throat. 

Your ears perked up at the pleased moans your kitty boyfriend let out, wanting to giggle from the feeling of his fluffy tail wrapping around your nearest arm, feeling his heavy cock settle comfortably inside your throat. You just let it sit there, the occasional pulses of Wooyoung’s length causing a new wave of slick to drip out of your needy hole, which Jongho had no problem plugging up with two thick fingers, making you let out a few muffled moans, sending delightful vibrations down to the base of Wooyoung’s cock. 

Wooyoung turned down onto a dirt road that was surrounded by tall oak trees, humming to himself, running his fingers through your soft hair, giving Jongho a smile inside the rearview mirror, who moved your ears out of the way to get a better view of you warming Wooyoung’s cock with your willing mouth. “You’re being such a good girl for us, baby. I think you deserve to be fucked dumb by the both of us, don’t you think?” 

“Mm-hmmm,” you agreed with your mouth full, unable to keep yourself from rigorously bobbing your head up and down, feeling Wooyoung’s cock slide in and out of your tight throat, his sudden whimpers filling you up with pride. 

“Oh, you naughty girl, you’re gonna make me cum before I get to stuff you full, f-uuck,” Wooyoung exhaled, his thighs tightening up, his fingers clenching up around the steering wheel, swerving onto the side of the road just in time for his knot to form, locking you in place on his cock. “Gonna take this knot, yeah?” 

“She’s a good bunny, of course she’s going to take it…” Licking his lips, Jongho held your bunny ears back with one hand, giving both him and Wooyoung a good view of your spit-stained face just as his knot broke, hot cum pouring into your mouth and down your throat. 

You slowly pulled off of him, breathing hard, a bit of his cum dripping down your chin, your face flushed beyond measure. “Yummy…” you whispered, just as Wooyoung grabbed your chin, his kitty claws pressing into your cheeks, his tongue slipping into your mouth. 

Just as Wooyoung got a taste of his bitter cum, Jongho pulled him away from you and got a taste of it for himself, allowing you to watch your alpha boyfriends groan and growl into each other’s open mouths. You could only watch them swap spit and cum for so long, before you became ravenous once again, unbuckling Jongho’s pants and climbing onto his lap, your cunt fully swallowing up his cock just in time for you to begin rigorously bouncing on it. 

Jongho began to moan profusely into Wooyoung’s mouth, opening his teary eyes to watch your kitty boyfriend still sucking on his tongue, able to whine, “Feels so good, bunny, keep going,” once the other alpha let him go, but only once he playfully nipped at his bottom lip. 

Dizzy with arousal, Wooyoung reached around you to grab at your hips, forcefully driving you down onto Jongho’s thick, curved cock, letting out a growl of pleasure from watching your face contort with overwhelming pleasure. “That’s it, baby, that’s fucking it.” 

“So good, it’s so good…!” You wrapped your arms securely around Jongho’s neck, feeling his arms close securely around your waist, his hips pistoning rapidly into your clenching cunt, the heaviness inside your core dropping suddenly, your arousal squirting all over your bear boyfriend and the seat below.   

“Such a slutty bunny, cumming so quick from getting stuffed with alpha cock,” Wooyoung groaned to himself, using his abundant pre-cum to slick up his stiff length, dragging his hand along it just enough to satiate the deep ache inside him, your sweet, sticky pheromones driving him insane. 

“Are you our slutty bunny, baby?” Jongho asked you in between pants, giving you a gummy smile when all you could do was whimper and nod. A few beads of sweat dripped past his temples, leaning his head back against the steamy window of the truck, placing one hand on the small of your back and the other on your lower abdomen just as his knot began to swell up inside you, feeling the outline of his thick cock as he prepared to unload inside you. “Gonna take alpha’s knot inside your bunny cunt?” 

“Y-esssss,” you cried out, tears rolling down your hot cheeks, your fingers squeezing into Jongho’s strong shoulders, your thighs trembling profusely once the thick stream of your alpha’s knot poured into your pulsing cunt. “Oh my god, it’s so good, so hot…” 

Before you could even begin to recover, Jongho sent Wooyoung a satisfied, toothy grin, passing you over to him with ease, so that he could immediately plug you back up with his cock this time around, fucking the other alpha’s hot cum back into your used bunny cunt.

“Is it still good, lovebun? Huh? Gonna take my knot too?” Wooyoung asked you in between huffs, grabbing two handfuls of your ass on each side, taking the time to smack his hands roughly against them before grabbing them again, drilling his cock so deep into you, he was practically slamming into your cervix. 

All you could do was let out whiny moans and garbled nonsensical sentences, your tongue eventually just lolling out of your panting mouth, holding onto Wooyoung with one hand, your other one being held tight by Jongho’s clasped hands, the only thing keeping you grounded in that moment was the way he gently rubbed your knuckles. 

The truck shook vigorously, the windows inside grew more and more foggy, and the air became harder and harder to breathe in, the longer Wooyoung unapologetically rearranged your guts, not stopping for a second, not even when you came all over him, only when he started to feel a familiar heaviness seep into his core, causing him to slow down, rolling his hips up into you, deliberately pulling you down onto his cock, feeling his knot swell up little by little. 

“Want…Youngie’s…knot…” you whimpered softly, gazing at Wooyoung with teary eyes, your bunny ears flopping at the sides of your head, encouraging him and Jongho to begin stroking them along with your hair. 

“That’s a good bunny, such a good girl for me and Jjongie, huh? You want to be filled up nice and deep, don’t you? Want to get full for us soon? Yeah? That sounds good, doesn’t it? You’ll be our pretty bunny wife, all nice and round with our pretty bunny kids, won’t you?” Wooyoung whispered gently into your ear, easing you up and down his slick cock, chuckling softly at your small whines and whimpers, only ceasing his movement when his knot fully formed inside you, stretching your used cunt wide open. 

“I want it all, Youngie, Jjongie, I want it so bad…” You looked to your boyfriends with love in your eyes, tears still rolling down your cheeks, some of them getting wiped up by Jongho’s thumb, a few more getting swiped away by Wooyoung’s sleeve. 

“You’ll have it, baby bun,” Jongho promised softly, pressing a kiss onto the side of your head, rubbing your back in gentle circles, as you slowly took Wooyoung’s load inside your womb. 

“You’ll have whatever you wish, lovebun,” Wooyoung added, kissing your forehead, stroking one of your ears in a loving manner, reaching over to stroke Jongho’s hair, the both of them sharing an equally loving gaze. 

Filled to the brim with cum and pleasure, the strong effects of your heat finally subsided, encouraging you to collapse back into the middle seat between your tired boyfriends. 

All three of you sat there, holding each other’s hands, quietly breathing in one another’s air, looking up past the still slightly foggy windshield to watch as the sun set inside the pretty cotton candy sky, whispering odes of love to each other until your eyes grew heavy. 

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[bucky-barnes-diaries]

Day 1 — First Snow

Pairing || TFATWS!Bucky x Female!Reader

Word Count || Around 900

Contents & Warnings || Fluff, Mild Smut — mild explicit language, mention of sex.

Disclaimer || English is not my first language so I apologise for any mistakes or misunderstandings!

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You wake up in Bucky’s embrace, feeling warm and content, snuggling further into his comforting heat and skin. Your eyes flutter open and lock onto his peaceful sleeping form, his calming features illuminated by the soft morning light. His gentle snores provide a soothing soundtrack to your serene moment. You can’t help but admire the beauty of his peaceful slumber, your finger tracing mindless patterns on his bare chest, memorizing and cherishing every imperfection that makes him unique.

Your moment of peace is abruptly interrupted as you catch sight of white flakes cascading outside the window.

You gasp and startle awake, causing Bucky to jolt into alertness, ready to defend you against a potential intruder. His hand reaches for the bedside drawer, retrieving his knife, but you roll over him, knocking the wind out of him.

“Bucky! Bucky, look!” You exclaim with childlike enthusiasm as you hop out of bed and rush to the window. Pressing your hands against the glass, you watch the fluffy snowflakes transform the world into a magical winter wonderland. “It’s snowing! It’s so beautiful! We have to go outside and explore!”

Your excitement halts when a pair of solid arms envelop you and gently pulls you back to the warmth of the bed, softly tossing you down on the covers. Bucky wraps all his limbs around your body, nuzzling his face into your neck.

“Bucky, come on,” you giggle, wiggling in his embrace. “It’s snowing, and I want to go outside and explore with you.”

“But I want to cuddle,” he playfully whines. “You’re so warm and soft, doll, and it’s cold outside. Let’s snuggle in bed all day and kiss and fuck,” he adds with a soft groan, peppering your skin with light kisses.

You manage to turn in his tight embrace, coming face to face with him. “Hmm, I want that too,” you purr, nuzzling his nose and giving him a sweet kiss. “But I also want to enjoy the snow. Please,” you pout, giving him your best puppy eyes, which makes him shake his head and smile in surrender. “I can’t resist when you’re being so cute, and the snow does sound like fun.”

“And I promise we can cuddle, kiss and fuck all night long in front of the fireplace.”

“Deal,” he mutters, attacking your face with warm kisses.

After a few more minutes of cuddling and sharing sweet kisses, you and Bucky get out of bed, ready to embrace the magical winter wonderland. Dressed in cozy winter attire, complete with coats, boots, scarves, hats, and mittens, you and Bucky prepare to face the cold climate.

Bucky takes special care to ensure your hat and scarf are snugly in place, protecting you from negative temperatures. “We don’t want you getting sick, doll. Even though I love caring for you, I know how much you hate being sick.”

Standing on your tiptoes, you cup Bucky’s face with your fluffy mittens and give him a sweet kiss. “Thank you for always looking out for me.”

“Always. Now, let’s go out and enjoy ourselves.”

Hand in hand, you ventured into the streets, relishing the sight of fresh snow covering the world like a soft white blanket. The sound of snow crunching underneath your boots is a satisfying soundtrack, and the bustling crowds of people are a pleasant sight. Some were in a rush, trying to get from A to B as quickly as possible, their annoyance about the snow and cold evident on their faces.

Couples, like you two, were out enjoying the winter wonderland, hand in hand, radiating love and contentment, unbothered by the snow and cold, but instead embracing it.

Children seem to have the most fun, playing in the snow, building snowmen, making snow angels, and engaging in epic snowball battles.

With a content sigh, you leaned your head against Bucky’s shoulder, wrapping your other hand around his bicep as you walked. “I love this, Bucky. Winter and snow. I know most people dislike it, but for me, it truly is the most wonderful time of the year.”

He smiles against your knitted hat before lingering a warm kiss on your icy cheek. “Me too, doll,” he murmurs against your skin, stopping you both in your tracks. He pulls you flush against his body, his gloved hands framing your face, providing warmth against the cold. His blue eyes gaze deeply into yours, warming you from the inside, his words making your heart race. “But for me, you are the one who makes it the most wonderful and magical time of the year.”

You release a shaky breath as he leans down to kiss you with passion and determination, sealing those heartfelt words into your soul and lips. You wrap your arms around his waist, clinging to him, and the cold could never compare to the shivers he sends down your spine.

“Please, take me home and make love to me,” you purr, pulling away from the heated kiss. Your desire for him shadows the previous allure of snow and exploration.

“Already?” he smirks, nuzzling your cold nose. “I thought you were eager to explore the first snow of December?”

“We’ve seen enough for now. Besides, there will be plenty of snow this month, but right now, all I want is to feel your warm, naked body against mine as we fuck in front of the fireplace.”

He takes your hand and turns you around, heading back home. “Then let’s do just that, doll.”

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Calling All My Lovelies

Felix Catton x f!Reader

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Summary: AU where Saltburn's ending never happened. Felix lived happily up to 2017 (and on), where he happened to meet you. Meaning he is around 29-30 here.

Featuring the song "Calling All My Lovelies" by Bruno Mars

Also mentioning songs like "24K Magic" and "Too Good to Say Goodbye" by Bruno Mars, you can listen to them or even the whole "24K Magic" album for the right mood and atmosphere ❤️

Tags: fluffy angst, AU.

Warnings: mentions of sex, kinda?cheating, relationship misconception.

Word Count: 2,7K

Felix's London apartment was luxurious. Of course, it wasn't Saltburn, but there was a lot to see and be impressed by here too. Especially the view of the Thames, which was strewn on both sides with many lights of the most beautiful sights of the UK capital. Felix and all his guests found the lights especially bright in winter, as on this late February evening.

Especially the girls. Each of those whom he brought here stopped in awe at the huge panoramic windows and looked at the views almost from the height of the flight of a city bird. If before that they had somehow not been one hundred percent fascinated by Felix and his lifestyle, then this luxurious apartment was always the final charming argument.

Y/N was no exception.

When he brought you to his place after a fun evening full of alcohol, it seems that you looked at the views of the city more closely than anyone else and even managed to point out to him some new places from afar, which he did not pay much attention to or did not know what exactly these places were.

Felix smiled warmly - he would love to admire the view of the city with you, preferably standing in an embrace. But then he wasn't interested much of it back then, rather in something else. When he returned from the kitchen with a bottle of expensive alcohol and two glasses, you barely had time to taste the drink, as you merged again in a passionate kiss, which flowed into an even more passionate night. One of the best for both of you, and oh how he would like to repeat it.

But you weren't here right now.

There was no one but Felix himself, this evening was also full of alcohol, but there was little fun in it.

And all because you misunderstood each other. Very much.

When he brought you to his house from the club that day, he didn't think that you would take it all so seriously. Kate didn't take it in. Therefore, from her friend (or whoever you were to her, or maybe you didn't communicate that close? After all, if Felix had to think about it, it was the first time he saw you there with her…) he expected the same understanding.

You had a great time at the club, and then a night at Felix's apartment. Then you started to chat online a lot, went for a brunch and for a walk in the park, where you talked for a long, long time, cheerfully chatting about everything in the world. Well, except for discussing relationships. Then another night together, no less, if not more wonderful than that the previous one. Then another brunch. And after that… You had a lot of work and things to do, while Felix had a lot of free time and his own needs.

When you found out from Kate that he had slept with a couple of girls during that time (not with Kate herself, though they stopped sleeping not so long ago), you were crushed.

And she just shrugged her shoulders and said that you should have known or guessed that Felix lives in a free relationship mode.

You didn't know. Or you didn't want to know. And the main thing was that you thought that something special was going on between the two of you, you saw it in Felix's eyes, felt the distinct warmth of his touch and a certain special thrill overall. The way you talked to each other. It wasn't just sex or an empty mindless flirt, even if the beginning of your relationship was very fast and passionate. It was all felt even after two nights and many days, evenings and nights of mutual texting and calls.

Anyway, you didn't discuss otherwise. That was the whole point. And so, when, after things suddenly got clear, you received another usual message from Felix, you ignored it for a long time, unable to respond, being numb with pain, indignation and shame. You still was processing it and didn't believe to the end (that it would happened or that you were such a fool, you weren't sure yourself, probably both). Then, after a few more of his messages, you somehow pulled yourself together and answered all of them at once, quite briefly and dryly.

After some dialogue in this manner, Felix realized that there was clearly something wrong. He started asking what was the matter, to which you answered him:

"As if you don't know yourself."

"Explain?"

"I don't want to, I'm not in the mood to talk to you right now. If ever at all."

"???"

You didn't answer. Felix called. So, roughly in ten minutes of a phone conversation, you found out in raised tones that he "doesn't owe you anything nor didn't promise anything" that you "are fine as you are now, why complicate everything" and that "please, let's keep seeing each other, it doesn't mean anything special" was a real argument to him.

You shouted into the phone "No, if you don't want to complicate things, then I do, I'm sorry! More precisely, I wanted to. I thought we were serious.… Maybe... it seemed all... special. That's it, look, I... I don't want to talk any longer. And don't call me anymore, okay?"

And so, one day had passed, then two and three. And now the fourth day was already ending, turning into the fifth. You really didn't pick up the phone anymore and didn't respond to his messages, which were getting fewer and fewer every day.

But Felix had more and more thoughts in his head instead. He has almost passed all the stages of acceptance these days:

denial - "no, it's nothing, she's going to be mad a bit and come back to me";

anger - "not coming back? Well, fuck her!";

bargaining - "please, Y/N, answer my messages already...";

depression - "have I really lost touch with her forever?..".

Except for the acceptance itself, of course. And besides the fact that he was returning to all these stages randomly from time to time.

He really did not understand, he was not used to the fact that a girl could take a relationship with him that seriously, especially so immediately. Okay, these infatuations at school and even sometimes at university, when people fell head over heels in love with him, romanticizing him without really knowing him, but now? In the adult world, when everyone should understand the "rules of the game" and that no one seriously owes anyone anything until it is discussed. That was how Felix thought about it. And that was why it was so strange to him that it could hurt you so deeply.

He contemplated about it all the time and, to tell the truth, it even began to flatter him that someone could fall in love with him so much and take him that serious from the start. If he got everything correctly. Yes, at first it surprised him, then it worried him, then it flattered him, and after that... something inside him began to hurt unpleasantly?

He wasn't lying back then. These girl didn't mean a lot to him. But did this mean that Y/N did?..

His heart and mind began to fill with deep, complex feelings that he had not experienced for a long time and, to be honest, had not realized properly and processed in an adult way, being almost-thirty.

And Felix got scared. He was genuinely scared, that was why, first of all, he was pouring alcohol into himself all evening, inhaling lots of smoke as well.

And right now, he decided to brighten up his company not only with wine, champagne and cigarettes, but also with music. He chose Bruno Mars, whose new album he has listened to quite often since its release. Fancy stereo speakers filled his apartment with the loud sounds of "24K Magic".

Felix danced to the rhythm of the songs, sipping wine straight from the bottle. Now he tried to imagine that he was having fun in a club, and not alone in a dark empty apartment, and he almost succeeded in that.

That way Felix Catton decently lifted his mood along with the level of alcohol intoxication.

He skipped the song "Versace on the Floor" because he wasn't in the mood for slow romantic songs. But when "Calling All My Lovelies" started playing a little later, Felix was unable to switch it either.

He leaned back in one of the chairs, frowning and very intently listening through a decently tipsy consciousness to the lines of the song that had begun.

I got too many girls on hold for you to be so bold

Too many on my team for you to act so mean

"Oh, yeah. Exactly so," Felix thought.

You say you wanna go and have fun, well, you ain't the only one

If I ring, don't let it ring too long or I'm gone

"That's bloody right," he said aloud and nodded slightly several times, taking another sip of wine from the neck of the bottle.

I got Alicia waitin', Aisha waitin'

All the -eeshas waitin' on me

And also Stacey, Tracey, Macey, Lacey… Had he mentioned Tracey already? In general, all sorts of -aceys were waiting for him too, and not only them.

So why you contemplatin'? Playa hatin'?

If this is how it's gonna be

I'm callin' all my lovelies (Callin' all my lovelies)

'Cause I can't get a hold of you

At these words, Felix gripped the bottle so tightly that it almost broke under the force of his fingers squeezing it. It was definitely unpleasant for him to hear from Bruno Mars things that Felix was afraid to admit even to himself. He shook his head, closing his eyes. No, that was bullshit.

Since you ain't thinkin' of me (Since you ain't thinkin' of me)

Oh, look what you're makin' me do

Sharp breath. Closed eyes. Exhale.

Honey pie, I'm far too fly to be on standby

Sendin' me straight to voicemail, suga, what the hell? (What the hell?)

That was right! What the hell was all that? You ignored him too! How long had he been texting you and even calling you? Was that fair? Why should he run after you? He shouldn't.

Ooh, you ought to be ashamed, playin' these childish games

I don't get down like that, tell me where you're at, hit me back

Yes. Come and tell him that to his face. Oh, how he wanted you to be right in front of him now. Or didn't want to. No, he actually did. And not only to talk, getting things clear, but also to repeat the night like these… His imagination had already begun to draw pictures of how he would kiss you, undress you... and then… Your sensual moans echoed in his head. He almost felt your skin with his elictrified fingertips. And after that... no, no, stop.

Mmm, I got Alicia waitin', Aisha waitin'

All the -eeshas waitin' on me

"That's it, Bruno, you understand me, buddy! Felix mentally raised a bottle of wine as a toast and drank another sip to "them boys", to "free spirits".

So why you contemplatin'? Playa hatin'?

If this is how it's gonna be

He could have called any of the girls he mentally had listed. And everyone would come to him immediately or at least as soon as possible, doing everything Felix would have wished. Ha. How do you like that, Y/N?

But for some reason he didn't want to text to any of them, much less call them.

The only voice he wanted to hear right now was yours.

I'm callin' all my lovelies (Callin' all my lovelies)

'Cause I can't get a hold of you

Since you ain't thinkin' of me (Since you ain't thinkin' of me)

Oh, look what you're makin' me do

For the second time, he couldn't stand listening to these words. Abruptly and carelessly putting the bottle on the glass table and staggering decently, Felix wandered off to get his phone. It was time to call his not-even-ex-not-girlfriend. Catton-Jr. seemed to be listening to the dial tone more on purpose, just not to listen too closely to the words of the song that went on:

Pick up the phone, pick up the phone

'Cause all this lovin' needs a home, oh, yeah

Oh, no, look at what you started, baby

Now, I'm left here brokenhearted, baby

"Pick up the phone, yes, pick up the phone, come on," he repeated, tapping his foot. The phone dropped the call after a short time, and the guy dialed for the second, then the third time and…

There's a pain in my chest, I cannot explain

I told myself I wasn't gon' cry (Oh, not gonna cry, no, no)

But somebody's gotta come dry these eyes 'cause (Dry these, ah, 'cause)

The dial tone beeps continued. Felix studied London at night under their measured rhythm. His favorite activity was to peer at passing boats and ships of various sizes, models and speed, as well as trying to count their number. He often got distracted, but still loved it.

So, he didn't notice that the beeps from the real phone had flowed into the beeps from the song. In "Calling All My Lovelies" Bruno's imaginary crush was a famous actress. Her voice "responded" in lively yet sensual tone:

Hi, you've reached Halle Berry. Sorry I can't get to the phone right now

But if you leave your name and number, I'll get right back to you *mwah*

Damn... (Bruno Mars' voice hissed back with increasing echoes and annoyance).

At this point, Felix himself clenched his teeth and threw the phone on the floor out of anger. Fortunately, the carpet was soft enough for the phone to survive the fury of its owner and continue to function in case you suddenly wanted to respond.

I'm callin', callin', callin', callin' all my lovelies

'Cause I can't get a hold of you

Oh, since you ain't thinkin' of me (Since you ain't thinkin' of me, baby)

Look what you're makin' me do

Felix almost whimpered at the realization of what a fool he had been and what a stupid situation he was in right now. Where he led himself. Why couldn't you two just talk? Why couldn't he just tell it all at once, from the start? Maybe it would have been different otherwise now. Resting his forehead against the big window, he felt its pleasant coolness, but it could not cool down his burning resentment inside. Most of all, he did not like it when the blame for the current situation could not be shifted to anyone or anything else, and this pained him incredibly right now.

Pick up the phone, pick up the phone

'Cause all this lovin' needs a home, oh

He collapsed into a chair near the window, clutching its handles tightly and stretching his long legs. If only he would…

Felix inhaled and exhaled noisily, throwing his head back and taking a pack of cigarettes along with a lighter out of his shirt pocket. The fingers did not obey a little, as the hands of their owner were shaking slightly from nerves and alcohol intoxication. He growled slightly in irritation. When the guy was finally able to light a cigarette, he took a long drag on it.

Now he wasn't in the mood for energetic and carefree songs. He skipped "Finesse".

That was how the last song from the album started playing - "Too Good to Say Goodbye":

I've made mistakes

I could have treated you better

I let you get away

There goes my happily ever after

Tell me why, why can't we try and start again?

This can't be how our story ends…

Oh, please…

He really did miss you.

And he was not right.

He wanted to win you and your trust over again. He finally admitted it with all his heart to himself. He would try. Really.

If only you could…

The phone, thrown on the fluffy carpet, suddenly came to life and started vibrating.

Releasing all the smoke from his lungs, which Felix had inhaled, at once, he abruptly bent down to the carpet.

Your name appeared on the phone screen, gleaming brightly in the darkness.

[mayolive-writes]

Ease Your Mind | Jungkook

Part One of the Seven Series: Seven Masterlist

Title: Monday - Ease Your Mind

Pairing: idol!jungkook x AFAB reader

Summary: Jungkook is finally coming home after a long tour. Work has been fun and fulfilling, but there’s no place like home. After being deprived of your attention for so long, He knows exactly how he wants to spend the week ahead.

Wordcount: 1128

Genre: Fluff, smut, pwp, established relationship

Warnings below the line, minors DNI

Warnings: fluffy hours bro, soft/slow sex, protected sex, vaginal penetration, they are both kinda subby, pet names (bun, koo, hon/honey), very brief overstimulation, jk is Clingy™️, if I missed anything, let me know and ill add it!

Notes: It took me a bit to determine how I wanted this to play out and what I wanted their dynamic to be like. Like I already said, they’re both kinda subby in this one, not enough people explore subxsub dynamics smh. But that won’t be the case for the whole series. I attempted to proofread but cannot promise perfection. Feel free to comment/reblog/like, I love getting feedback! And if you would like to be added to the taglist just leave a comment :)

Enjoy!!

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The days leading up to Jungkook’s return seemed to stretch beyond time, but it all becomes worth it as you count down the seconds, watching people exit from the terminal, eagerly waiting. You ease your weight from foot to foot, an eagle eye watching.

It takes a few more minutes, but eventually you’re forcing down the urge to yell out his name as you see him emerge. Attention is the last thing he wants after a long plane ride. Instead, you discreetly make your way to eachother before quietly embracing. Your heart doesn’t soar, but rather fills with relief and comfort, absorbing the warmth that you missed so much.  His arms wrap tightly around you, and you regain a sense of safety you didn’t realize was missing. Although you might never get used to Jungkook leaving, you’ll always be ready for his return.

Most of Jungkook’s face is obscured by a dark mask and wide bucket hat, but looking up you see his eyes watering, folded into crescents from the smile beneath his mask. Tears fill your eyes, and you squeeze him tighter. Not a word has been spoken yet, but it isn’t necessary.

You sit down in your car, drained from the long morning, relieved but tired. Jungkook grabs hold of your hand once more.

“How was the plane, Bun?” The only response Jungkook gives is to rest his head against the seat and release a long, exhausted sigh. You squeeze his hand, gently caressing the skin that you haven’t felt in months, but that still feels familiar and soft.

You drive home in effortless silence. In the passenger seat, you hear Jungkook dozing off, his head knocking against the window once or twice during the ride. Before waking him up, you watch his peaceful sleeping face, his lips parted lightly, breath low, and the crease between his eyebrows nowhere to be seen.

As you finally walk through the front door, Jungkook falls against you once more, hugging you close.

“I missed you.”

The soft background noise of the TV rouses you. Through bleary senses you feel Jungkook’s warm breath on your skin, feel him huddled close to you, and smell the peachy shampoo on his hair. It wasn’t a surprise to you when Jungkook said that before doing anything else, he wanted to simply lay with you on the couch, and watch something mindless. It was always his first request coming home from a tour. Each time, you would oblige.

You carefully shift towards the TV to occupy yourself while Jungkook continues to sleep. Time passes slowly in his arms, warm and secure.

Through the window, you watch as the sun sets, and the sky darkens with gray clouds. As the clouds stir, so too does Jungkook. It’s gradual, the way he awakes. A few grumbles, a bit of stretching, and a couple yawns later his eyes are open, and you feel them fixed on the back of your head. You adjust your position once more to meet his gaze and are quickly absorbed. His eyes look brighter, if not a bit foggy, after a much-needed nap; their gaze soft and tranquil.

Jungkook whispers, “Hon, I’m gonna be honest,” you nod, “I really, really need you right now.”

Oh.

Oh…

There’s an immediate shift in the air around you as your heart races. It doesn’t take long before he presses you gently into the couch and captures your lips.

Jungkook speaks with increasing desperation between each soft kiss, “missed you,” kiss, “want you,” kiss, “need you” kiss, “please, please—”

He whines quietly, and you allow yourself to get lost in his desperation, “need you too, Bun.”

Inching his hands beneath your hoodie, Jungkook revels in your soft skin that he spent months pining to feel beneath his fingertips again. You squeeze him closer, tugging at the roots of his hair when his lips attach to the crook of your neck. He steals this moment to suck a deep mark into the warm skin, easing the sting with a swipe of his tongue.

He doesn’t stop.

With swift movements, he removes your hoodie to uncover more skin. Or, to him, a wider canvas. One by one, bruises bloom along you. Neck, collarbones, chest. Wherever they can reach, he lets his lips touch. Jungkook ends up towering over you, the look in his eyes a crossroads between adoration and desire. He meets his forehead to yours, heat radiating off his body, “haven’t had you in so long…”

“Well, you have me now.”

“Never wanna leave you again,” He breathes you in, and you feel his hips rut into you.

No amount of over-the-phone intimacy could make up for the months spent apart from you. It’s no surprise that it takes little to no time before Jungkook is easing himself into your folds, face buried in your neck, uncontrollable whimpers escaping the both of you.

He works slowly for both your sakes, cautious in his movements, barley able to control himself. One hand holds your waist as the other intertwines with your fingers, his grip unbreakable. The way he slides through your walls with ease, gently rocking in and out as he desperately holds onto you makes your brain go numb. You wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him tighter, needing more.

“H-honey, I don’t think I’ll l-last long.” He whines in your ear and his prediction is correct, only a few more thrusts cause him to break. Despite him coming, however, he doesn’t stop, “M-more, need more.”

“Keep going, Koo, please keep going—” You softly beg, “

His thrusts are faster and deeper now, fueled by need and desperation. “Oh, god, you feel so good” Jungkook cries.

“I’m so close, please, please—” you feel yourself become feverish as your high approaches, hands grasping at Jungkook’s back, the graze of your nails causing him to groan in pleasure. Your back arches, a final stifled moan escaping your throat. But still, Jungkook continues to drive his cock into you. The overstimulation makes you whine and squirm, gasping for relief. Gradually the feeling gives way to pleasure once more. Your limbs feel weak, your brain lost but begging for more until you’re both whimpering against eachother.

Countless minutes pass as you and Jungkook cling to eachother, refusing to let go. His hands stroke up and down your body, and in return, your fingers brush through his hair. Rain patters against the window, creating a lull.

You mumble, “feel better?”

“Much better, baby.”

“We should shower, Bun.”

Jungkook snuggled in closer, “don’t wanna”

“Too bad, so sad. Promise I’ll wash your hair.”

He raises his head from your chest, showing off his puppy eyes, “Really?”

The week ahead promises to be tiring, but it’s good to be home.

Taglist: @alpha-mommy69 @jkslaugh97 @eyesforjungkook @skzthinker @sporadicarcadebanana @kookswifesblog @hipeople123456-blog

[andkisses]

♡ cold weather care | enha ♡

ot7!enha headcanon: cold weather activities with you <3

♡ ot7 x gn!reader | wc. 857 ♡ genres/tropes: fluff, he’s so down bad and tbh u are too ♡ mentions of/warnings: none ♡ a/n: little something for every member <3 jungwon’s and heeseung’s first and the rest below the cut ^^ inspired by the complete freezing and miserable weather im having  <33 minimally proofread lol

♡ masterlist ♡

✧･ﾟ: * jungwon - cuddles and naps

the thermometer is far too low to even think of going outside, even if the snow outside is enticing and beautiful. instead, jungwon brings all the pillows and blankets he can find out to the couch, where after moment of nearly being engulfed by said pillows and blankets, the two of you nestle down into a cacoon of warmth. you snuggle against jungwon’s chest, one of his arms wrapped around you and holding you close. the two of you mindless stroll through netflix, looking for something awful and cheesy to watch. you kiss the bottom of his jaw and relish the way he smiles, cheek crushing into his shoulder. he wouldn’t want anything else.

✧･ﾟ: * heeseung - first snow kiss

you both stay up late, peeking behind the blinds to look through the streets lights in hopes of catching the first few flakes. it isn’t until much past midnight, when you’re eyes are heavy and there’s no more games to play. one of you takes one last look outside, and the other starts throwing over coats and hats and scarfs and gloves. suddenly you’re outside, watching the fluffy white flakes fall down towards you. heeseung watches you, chest heavy with something good and romantic. he’s happy this is his life, happy you’re the one he gets to kiss delicately under a snowy night sky, lips soft and warm and smiley just for him.

✧･ﾟ: * jay - pillow forts

perhaps the both of you have taken this too seriously, but who’s to say when such an amazing pillow fort now graces the living room floor? sheets pitched like a tent with chairs from the dining table. you turned the floor into a menagerie of blankets, soft and fluffy while jay brought a carefully curated plate of snacks. you elect to catch up on the latest drama, the one that fell off because of work. as the snow pours down in white ribbons outside, you curl into jay’s side, savoring his warmth against your own. jay does the same, closing his eyes to place a kiss atop the crown of your head. how did he get so lucky?

✧･ﾟ: * jake - nighttime errands

you’re still chilly as you methodically look through the movies at your local library, trying to find something interesting and new. eventually, you grab something with a flashy cover. you check it out and prepare yourself before rushing out into the cold where jake waits. ever the gentleman, once he sees you on the way, he opens the passenger side door for you. when he asks what you picked, you tell him it’s a surprise. you laugh at his dramatic pout before leaning over the center console to press a kiss to his cool cheek. when you lean back, you can’t help but blush at his lovesick smile. you can’t contain your giggles, either, when he leans over, cupping your cheeks, and plants kisses rapid fire all over your face. you’re his favorite.

✧･ﾟ: * sunghoon - snowball fight

it begins outside, something innocent and wholesome as you and sunghoon step out to admire the snow. it coats everything in a thick blanket of white, and with one touch you realize it’s the perfect snow for make snowmen, or snow angels, or–you whip around in response to the cold hit to your back. sunghoon stands, hands in his pocket and gaze anywhere but you, acting like nothing happened. your shock quickly wears off as you ball up snow with your bare hands, hurtling it towards your unsuspecting boyfriend. it’s a short war that ends with both of you slipping and laughing at each other, noses red with cold. he’s never thought you looked more beautiful than right now.

✧･ﾟ: * sunoo - snow angels

always one for fun competition, and because he loves to see the determination on your face, sunoo bets he can create the best snow angel ever. it’s a few minutes of walking around the park by your apartment, bundled up but already feeling the bite at your nose. after, your snow angels so close their wings nearly touch, you and sunoo take time to judge. you fake gag when he calls you his snow angel. your laughter is very much real when sunoo tackles you backwards. he’s only half kidding when he says you’re a snow angel. with a laugh like that, there’s no way you aren’t heavensent.

✧･ﾟ: * niki - baking treats

they say that baking is an exact science, but you and niki have proven that might be a fallacy. the inexact amounts of sugar, salt, and vanilla you’ve added to these cookies would make a purist cry, but as you sit on the floor side by side, watching the cookies slowly rise in the oven, you have a feeling it will work. and when you taste the cookies after they’ve cooled, you share a peculiar look. they aren’t good like a bakery, but they’re still pretty tasty. as you start researching easy icing recipes, brows knit in concentration, the feeling in niki’s chest tells he’s never eaten anything better. and he wouldn’t want to share these kinds of adventures with anyone else.

[oops-all-concrete]

Hello lovelies! I have written more fluffy headcanons for you, this time in the form of;

Romanced Companions comfort Tav, who's in shocked after having to be revivified.

Essentially they're kinda shook/out of it, like, the other companions come back and tell the romanced companions "Yeah, they have been out of it since they got up. Idk what to tell you" (If it makes anymore sense, it could even be Tavs first reviving)

Prepare for fluff, hurt/comfort, lots of hugs, lots of sweetness. Essentially, all your Tavs are getting the princess treatment they deserve!

(ALSO THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR ALL THE LOVE ON MY LAST HEADCANONS POST OH MY GOD?? 400+ NOTES IS INSANE)

Lae'zel -

Once informed Lae'zel becomes weary. Something must be wrong, Tav is never so- elsewhere. She goes out of her way go ask Halsin for antidotes, ask Shadowheart to remove curse, but upon going to ask Astarion if he can smell blight in their blood, he suggests dying and being brought back in any way can be challenging. "We're not made to come back." Now, comfort isn't her strong suit- but Gods she was desperate to aid them.  She brings carefully decorated food (like a fun charcuterie board Gale helped with) over and helps them out of armour, massaging their tired muscles and feeding them by hand. She doesn't cuddle, but she stays all night, pressed as close as possible. For protection, of course. (The rest of the companions get a private earful about keeping them safe. She knows they're scared of her and will exploit it)

Shadowheart -

She gets a strange feeling before the group even returns- something in her feels off. So when she sees everyone back in one piece, she's relieved- until she isn't. Karlach tells her immediately, seeing her worry. "Only been revived in the last hour. Been real quiet too" Shadowheart can't stand her lover being so lost in their own eyes. Shadowheart gets an idea- and invited Tav to help her cook for the camp, but sulks at their mindless nod. She's not deterred- she holds up every ingredient to Tavs nose, gets them involved with simple tasks and gets them to taste test. Everything to get their senses wired until they come back to her. The minute she sees a smile on their lips again, she's kissing them too. "Thanks for coming back...would have been boring without you" She smiles into every kiss. (The food might be burning, but who cares?)

Wyll -

Wyll always greets Tav when they come back, happy to see them alive, but he can tell something is wrong immediately. "Tav is still adjusting to being alive again, I think. I don't know if they can talk right now" Shadowheart says. Wyll approaches Tav slowly, taking their face in his hands and gently kissing their forehead. "Hi love." He smiles. "Can I take you back to my tent? I'd love to get you into a bath, if that's okay?" He asks, trying not sound certain. Tav gets a small nod out, but Wyll asks again several times until Tav is in the bath, Wylls hands on their scalp, gently washing their hair and body of blood. He tells them about his day, a story he was telling Karlach- how glad he is to see them alive. Because they are alive. And Tav clearly needed to hear it. The reminder makes them human once again, settling into the warm water. He wordlessly, but diligently cleans them, head to toe, the odd kiss to their brow here and there.

Karlach -

When Karlach peers out of her tent and sees Lae'zel, Astarion and Wyll back, she frowns, not seeing Tav right away. She finds Tav with Gale, unsure what to do with them, and explains what Lae'zel told him. "Awful knock to the head. Went straight down, not even a yell" He frowns. Karlach wants nothing more than to throw her arms around them, but she gets a better idea, taking Tav to the lakeside and brings them for a swim. Wyll and Shadowheart advise against it, but Karlach persists. She strips them both and gently pulls Tav over herself to drift. They react immediately to the water but still and calm, clinging to her as they float. "It's alright soldier, you're off duty now. I've got you" She says, thumbing some of the dried mud off their face with a patient smile.

Gale -

Gale's a mess. I mean, specifically now. Tav looks like they're seeing the sun for the first time, and needs to be told not to stare. He gets them sat down and tries to comfort with words, but it all comes out as "Ah, needn't worry, you've got one of Waterdeeps finest, and I didn't fall asleep during all my herbalism and medical weave classes. I'm sure I have something- I know I have something-" And he sits beside you and reads in his tent, leaning Tav against his shoulder to keep them awake. He ruins his hair keeping it out of his eyes, throws off his bracers to avoid catching pages- and it takes him a moment to realise- Tav is asleep on him. He has bored them to sleep. Tav is drooling. And Gale is relieved. They look like themself again, pressing their face into his arm. The breakfast they're greeted with is almost worth dying, trust me.

Astarion -

Aatarion knows immediately, he doesn't have to be told. He knows that look and all the horrors behind it, not letting anybody get in his way as he got to Tav. But- well he doesn't know what to do, really, nobody did the right thing when Astarion had been "revived" so he didn't know what it looked like. But he had an idea. He slowly walks them to sit in his tent, strips their armour and asks them to wait. He's back 2 minutes later with a washcloth and water bowl in hand, and mid-way through washing Tavs face, Wyll brings some bread, fruit and orange juice. Astarion smiles and makes the odd "You must be famished" between pressing grapes to their lips. "I can see you've been doing your bloody best, as usual" he complements dabbing their cheeks. "You did wonderful today, darling" he praises. "...There's my Tav" He smiles like he's come home, looking at their now clean face.

Hope you all enjoyed, if you have any prompts/requests, let me know in the notes/in my asks! ♡

[crazylittlejester]

the fandom has felt kinda quiet to me for a few days now (which might totally be my fault i dont think im using this app correctly) and i kinda feel like im standing with a group of people where everyones done talking and no one know what to say next so im gonna do what i do then too: Yap ‼️ (its my one talent)

if you’d like to yap with me feel free to hop in my ask box and say whatever you like, headcanons, theories, whatever, but for now here are some random little headcanons I have:

(disclaimer: my apologies for weird spelling errors or oddly autocorrected words im dyslexic lmao)

- Wild loves to do fun things with his hair! He loves braiding it up in new styles or putting pretty things in it or buying fun clips to keep it out of his face. Sometimes one of the others with shorter hair who can’t do their own fun hairstyles will ask Wild if they can do his, and he almost always says yes

- Legend is the most likely to buy little gifts for the others. He’s not as likely as the others to verbally say he cares, and he can come off as a bit standoffish, but he really does love the others and gifting them little things is how he shows it. He bought Sky a beautiful new carving knife once, he loves giving Wild earrings (and Wild is not above just poking new holes in his ears so he can wear more of them at once), he gave Warriors a new journal one time, etc.

- Four is a HUGE fan of rain at night. He loves the sound it makes on roofs, it’s calming to him. It’s less fun when he’s sleeping outside, but he just loves the sounds and smells of rain. Warriors does too, and the two of them have sat out in the rain together silently, just enjoying each other’s company

- Twilight loves the occasional pet as Wolfie, as long as the others still hold the same respect for his physical space they do when he’s a hylian. He loves hugs, he loves the occasional pet, and he loves bonking the top of his head into the backs of Warriors’s legs to trip him before he innocently runs off to Time and acts like he’s done nothing wrong in his life ever

- Sky wakes up every day and chooses peace. He chooses kindness and love, and he seems so very calm and sweet on the outside, but if someone dares to lay a finger on someone he cares about he will explode and there will be serious consequences. He’s genuinely a very loving person, but he does have a side of him that’s just full of rage that he occasionally unleashes on monsters that deserve it. He one time let a sliver of that anger loose at a monster that knocked Wild unconscious and the others stood their with their jaws open, and then of course Sky turned back around after he calmed himself down and looked at them all like “:3”

- Hyrule cuts his own hair and because it has a good amount of curl to it, it ends up looking fluffy and it’s hard to see exactly how uneven it is. When Legend found him just trimming his hair in the dark with a knife he was like “what the fuck” and ever since he’s at least tried to help Hyrule make his hair a LITTLE more even (its still an absolute mess, but it looks fine on him)

- Wind gets under stimulated a LOT, it’s hard for him to just stay in one place or walk super slow or not be doing something with his hands, so Warriors taught him how to finger knit so he can do that while he walks as a sort of mindless activity. He doesn’t really make anything in particular, and he ends up unraveling it at the end of the day so he can keep reusing the same ball of yarn, but it helps him stay with the group and it gives him something to do as they walk

- Time is the biggest prankster of the group and he gets away with it every single time, and Wind, Wild, and Hyrule often end up taking the blame for it. The only ones who know it’s really him are Warriors (though he never actually catches him in the act, he just knows) and Twilight, who’s seen him do it several times and had to swear his silence. He’s too scared that Time will be disappointed in him if he reveals who the true prankster is, but he does feel genuinely bad every time someone else gets yelled at for one of Time’s dumbass pranks. On their last day together Time does reveal it was him all along, and then he literally leaves and disappears before the others have a chance to yell at him for it. When he arrives at the ranch alone with tears in his eyes, laughing his ass off, Malon somehow knows EXACTLY what just happened

- Warriors is usually the one who helps mend the other heroes’s clothes. They all have SOME ability to sew (some of them are better than others, like Wild and Legend, and some of them refuse to fix the holes in their clothes until it gets so bad there’s no fixing it and they literally just have to buy another tunic, *cough* Wind), but more often than not Warriors gets asked to do it, and he does it gladly. He does a wonderful job every time, and sometimes he gets to embroider little patterns, which is a lot of fun for him. When he gets bored he’ll just do that on his own spare tunics

again feel free to come talk to me in my asks or add ur own headcanons to this post :) i like to yap and i’ll gladly yap with you if you send me things

[samsvenn]

Would you do some hc's about sakamaki's cuddling with their significant other??

𝐜𝐮𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐤𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐬

𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐲 𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐮𝐞𝐬

shu’s cuddles are filled with utter warmth and homey-ness. he loves letting you play with his hair and scalp massages have him melting like a pot of honey.

his fingers love to slowly trace along your veins, drawing mindless patterns across your lower back and spine. cuddles with him are mostly out of boredom; a time-waster to let the eldest have an excuse to drift off to his safe place, you.

cuddling with reiji makes you realize how touch starved the poor man is. you can see it from the way his hands trail after yours when you reach for your phone, the way he gently presses your head to face the same direction as his when your eyes stare way too long at his beakers, and the way his breathing changes when you let his rest his tired, pretty head atop your chest and rub his tensed temples.

all the stress leaves the man like cold, arid vapor floating towards the moonlight once he croons into your neck and soft, circles along his back welcome him to loving bliss - something that was definitely uncommon for the dork.

it felt unreal how peaceful ayato felt to the touch. there was no more boisterous, booming man-child that’d snap your neck if you ever pointed out how vulnerable he was although the possibility always lingered, depending on how cocky he was feeling that day.

the moment he sank into your plush arms and of course, chest, it was as if time stopped and ayato wasn’t the arrogant, aggregating vampire who’d make fun of you for every little flaw you have.

instead, little murmurs of vengeful possession would lull the man into grasping you tight and sin your skin to be his. both your legs twisted and interlocked with each other, fluffy red ringlets laying on top of your cheek.

his grip on you often felt like an inescapable prison. was it a cover up for his underlying abandonment issues? you’d never know the truth. however, all it took was a simple caress pressed to the corner of lips and you knew, his glassy spring-green eyes whispered so much to you; or perhaps in another sense, it even needed.

with laito, the line was barely there, yet you knew to enforce it. this man has probably done this before, countless times and with countless prey before.

but did you care? absolutely not. to care was to give him power on a pretty platter, so you took it away and didn’t look back. his touch longed for you - pleading, pretty feline eyes that promised to take you to a world of pleasure, eager hips grinding against your waist, hands keen on making you a mindless slave, and deadly venomous words that were laced and wrapped with temptation.

it was an artform at its finest. however, laito forgot that there were two pieces of art at its definition: art that made you feel and art that was so perfectly and intricately made, to the point where it felt ingenuine. it was clear where laito fell.

to try and somewhat deflect this, you fought him at his own battle: you peppered pecks to ends of his eyebrows, laid still and held him gently, as if his advances were just another part of laito being his usual self and that it didn’t matter anymore.

for the first time in a while, laito stayed quiet. and, as he held your hand, a dry chuckle bounced on your ears. he leaned more into the cuddle, until there was nothing more separating your bodies, including his desperation.

cuddling with kanato always felt like he needs you. despite his harsh words and the constant comments about various replacements, he clings to you like a lifeline. there’s always harsh nail marks on your arms and back from how hard he digs his digits into you.

thanks to his petite frame, it’s easy to position in a way that he’s laying on top of your lap and letting him nap on your shoulder. kanato likes this position too, mostly due to how much access he has to your blood and heartbeat.

with kanato, there is no such thing as a break from cuddling. you’re either together or you somehow ended up in a coffin. his nose and lips are always pressed to your skin. whether it’s your neck, the skin behind your ear, the fold that connects your collarbone or simply suckling onto one of you fingers like a pacifier as he falls asleep, it’s a reminder that you’re real and you haven’t escaped.

yet.

like his brothers, kanato is extremely touchy. his skin itches for you and he’ll throw a big tantrum the moment you stop coddling him.

“I will dismember your hands with a fork if you continue to rebel against me. Now, if you please, touch me as you desire and let your greed run wild… Or else my patience will be the one running thin.”

subaru was an interesting cuddle buddy. there’s a mental back-and-forth whenever your warmth distracted him from his other usual self-degrading thoughts. ‘i don’t want this, i don’t need this, why am i like this, this is just a physical altercation and all i need to do is punch some scumbag to feel better-’

these thoughts serve to sever himself from how close he is to being intimate and vulnerable with you. of course, it doesn’t work. the care you’re showing makes him forget all the things his mother has thrown at him as a child. whenever you two cuddle and you hold his ruffled bedhead to your heart, it’s the closest subaru has ever felt-

-to being deemed as loveable. and probably, it’ll be the closest subaru will ever come to loving himself - using the sense-losing warmth of your bodies as a proxy.

[itsabouttimex2]

I just had a thought about your Taken Abroad story, what is demon child reader depicted like in the Journey To The West Story in LMK modern times? Like what would their reputation be?

I have a feeling that a certain Monke would be keeping them safe at Flower Fruit Mountain after he “vanished” (and probably longer before tbh)

I like to think that historical reviews of Y/N’s character are rather… divided. It’s agreed that Sun Wukong, for example, is an analogy for the human mind, creative, powerful, but utterly uncontrollable all the same.

It’s a little more complex for the child.

Some people think of Y/N’s journey as a metaphor for the human capacity to heal- they’re taken as a child from a barbed forest full of monsters and brought to civilization, taught to live and love and be better. The road is hellish and paved with difficulties, but things can get better. People argue that the shift from wild to tame represents the mending of trauma.

Those who disagree might say that, no, Y/N is a historical representation for adoption. They get pulled from an “awful, dangerous” home and put with a doting band of “brothers, and even a father” and gets raised properly by those who actually care about them, not just surrounded by mindless tromping monsters. (Which are interpreted as callous and uncaring parents.)

Others still view the demon child as an analogy for humanity’s ancient affinity for animals and their constant meddling with the lives of fauna. So many of Y/N’s chapters and passages in the book are dedicated to them sympathizing with caged beasts and freeing them, or getting into trouble to save an animal in need.

I like to think that they’re worshipped as a minor deity of animals and beasts, statues displayed prominently at zoos and sanctuaries. In some places, it’s customary to give those statues a pat on the head to bless yourself with good luck and a kind day.

I like to the think that by the present day, Y/N is still only a teenager. They hole up with Wukong and tend to the mountain with him, occasionally heading back to the Emerald Grove to ward off any loggers and poachers- non-lethally, this time.

But mostly…

“Playing something fun?,” the Great Sage asks, ruffling your hair as he leans over your shoulder. “You’ve had that game set aside for a while now, bud.”

“I was saving it for a week like this.” Is your placid return, laying on your back with a veritable storm of monkeys cuddling up to you. Each one is cozily sleeping, sucking up all the warmth they can from your resting form. “Rain’s not gonna clear up for a while.”

“Aww. Is it one of your ‘making friends with monsters’ games, huh?”

“Can it, Wukong… but yeah, it is.”

“Don’t ever change, kiddo. Also, scoot over.”

And then “Brother Wukong” is squishing in beside you, the monkeys shifting their heated puddle to accommodate their beloved king. It leaves you both of you trapped in a storm of fluffy white fur.

“Tell me about your little game,” he says, inviting you to infodump your way through another bleary rainstorm.

For now… things are good. Maybe not always, but at least for today.

And you’re happy.

[bloodycherry22]

Mistake | Rick Grimes

Genre: smut

Summary: The relationship between both you and Rick is negative, banter that is took too far, like frenemies. When Rick comes home injured, anger sparks and you decide to apologise by cleaning him up, he has another reward in mind ;)

Warnings: Dumbification, overstimulation, oral (fem receiving), cussing, blood, mention of injury, fingering, little bit of praise.

Not proofread

It was quiet, too quiet. Too calm and safe, Alexandria, a place full of pussies, as Daryl would say. You should appreciate it, but its hard to..being stuck in a home with a man you hate, being one of the only single people left in the group, you had to fill the gap in the household, it was fine caring for Carl and Judith, but being so close to Rick, no.

His annoying voice, that painfully soothed you and his mannerisms, how he holds himself so well, how he walks with pride, it was like your body didn't know how to respond, pure hatred or pure want due to probable daddy issues..who knows. Either way, living with the man wasn't fun, he hated the way you got on so well with his kids and how well you helped around the house, how skilled you were with walkers. Everyone seemed to grow sick of the constant bickering, seemingly why you now live in a house alone with him and his kids.. and well Carl often takes Judith out during the day.

However, Rick was on a run as of right now, god knows when he would get back, so here you are, alone, reading a book on the plush couch, decorated in carefully crafted pillows and blankets. You could only see the shine of the clean hardwood floors, the fluffy socks on your feet making it impossible to feel discomfort of the hard flooring, yet you did, feel the discomfort that is. In an apocalyptic world, most grew to find comfort in the uncomfortable, everything was too perfect, after a while, an actual prison can begin to feel like home, yet this house just didn't.

You were knocked out of your nihilistic thought, the sound of the front door opening rang through your ears, recognising it to be rick by the sounds of his heavy boots and belt moving with a rhythmic metal sound. He didn’t announce himself but he didn’t need to, his presence was clear to you. "Finally home? Another useless trip or did you actually accomplish something today?" you mumbled, keeping your eyes on the book.

He just muttered something under his breathe in response, he stood somewhere behind you, the sound of him taking his jacket off present. "hey i may as well go pour the gas out into the river, cuz you know..that's basically what your doing with all these drives..or maybe i should go shoot a brick wall-"

"Fucking- just, not now..godamnit y/n, i'm sick of whatever this is"

"anger, rudeness, teasing..there are many words you can use rick, or is your brain decaying from being around all these mindless wimps all day-"

"y/n! god, i said enough!" He snapped and only then did you look up and meet his gaze, his tired gaze. He was a mess, covered in dirt, blood splattered all over his clothes and face, a few cuts on his face and hands. Guilt flew through you as you placed your book down on the coffee table. Tiptoeing over to him, you placed a hand on his bicep as you mumbled apologies, a newfound sympathy. He went to push you away, but held back, sighing as he pinched the bridge of his nose.

"shit, i just wanted to come home to peace..but i can't, your constant teasing, its like we pick fights with each other, its pathetic!" he raised his voice, it was unclear if he was angry at just you..or both of you, either way, it wasn't nice.

"Rick, look..I'll leave you be tonight, k? Or just for a little while, seems like you need a break" you swiped your thumb over his arm and he looked at you, his blue eyes deep. "I'd say go relax and take a shower but the waters off while they fix something"

"Are y'kidding? Just my fucking luck, I need to clean myself up" He groaned, tipping his head back. Chewing on your lip, you smiled, light bulb moment. You walked around the house, grabbing various items, a water bottle, a cloth and a first aid kit. "I'll help..least i can do" you mumbled, sitting on the kitchen counter before ushering him over.

He raised his brow and strode over, standing in front of you, however he kept a distance, being petty. Sighing, you signaled for him to come closer, he obliged and moved an inch or two forward, grinning mischievously at you as you looked at him, dumbfounded. With a huff, you pulled him closer, in between your legs as they hung off the counter. He accepted the position and awkwardly moved his hands before setting them on your knees nervously.

You carefully poured some water onto the cloth, looking back at him afterwards. "stay still." He nodded in response and watched as you lifted the cloth to his face, slowly wiping some of the more prominent dirt away before brushing it over his skin. His eyes flickered over your features, curiosity shining in his blue orbs. The new intimacy made you appreciate more of him, the way he licked his once dry lips, the short beard, that was streaked lightly with grey. The way his hair fell over his face ever so slightly made you shiver, he looked good. It made you wonder how many times you missed his attractiveness throughout the years, you always knew he was good looking but suddenly you felt heavily attracted to the older man.

Slowly, you brushed some of his hair away revealing a deep gash just above his eyebrow, it made you cringe ever so slightly "fuck, does that not hurt?" You asked, reaching into the first aid kit and pulling out some alcohol wipes. He shrugged, seeming zoned out and exhausted. Sighing, you bit down onto your lip and gently swiped the wipe over the cut, he flinched and gripped onto the fabric of your shirt, but you didn't mind, mumbling an apology and carrying on.

You frowned "i need to stitch that up, its super deep" you said, placing your pinky under his chin, forcing eye contact. He just nodded and gave you a look of approval, using his free hand to pat your knee in a reassuring way. You took his approval with a grain of salt and got what you needed, he watched your every move intently before closing his eyes when you got ready.

He was tough, but anyone could admit it was painful, you began to stitch it up, trying to be as gentle and quick as possible, his breathe seemed to hitch and his grip tightened in your shirt. You pursed your lips and persevered, taking great care with him. At a particularly painful part, his hand that once rested on your knee, tightly gripped at the push of your thigh, yet you managed to not react and push any dirty thoughts away.

Not long after, you finished, placing everything down and grabbing the cloth, wiping over his face once more, however his grip on your thigh didn't halt, nor did he show any signs of moving. Smiling, you placed the cloth down and looked at him, to your surprise he was already staring deep at you. You lifted your hand to pat his cheek "all done"

He grinned lightly and looked at you, the air thick and hot all of a sudden. "well thank you" he mumbled, his thumb brushing over your clothed thigh. "why do we fight?"

"i couldn't tell you, maybe its your annoying face" you joked. He scoffed, his face softening as he tipped his head to the side "the face you just took such good care of, i might just get you to do this every day" he joked, seeming to move closer.

"I dunno, i don't ever make the same mistake twice.." you clicked your tongue, finding yourself leaning towards him as if some unknown force was pulling you. He seemed impressed at your snarky remark and looked up from your lips, to your eyes, and back to your lips again.

"hm..well this better not be a mistake" he said, voice barely above a whisper as he pressed his lips against yours, it was shocking, so out of nowhere and sudden, yet you kissed back, and god it was not a mistake. Your hands fell comfortably around his neck and he hummed lightly in satisfaction, pulling back to catch his breathe, lips still dancing over yours.

It was had to breath, everything was so sudden, so much had happened, it had been so long since a man had touched you, it was like your senses were in overdrive. You craved him, wanted more of him, your fingers fumbled with the edge of his hair as you pressed a short, gentle kiss to his lips.

A low noise escaped him as his free hand sat on your lower back, pulling you closer to him as his large frame spread your thighs, the way his hand still gripped so tight onto your thigh made you whimper. You were becoming so needy, so overwhelmed by him.

He let his hand ride up your thigh, thumb rubbing over the hot material that clothed your inner thigh, his head falling into the crook of your neck. He peppered sensual kisses over your neck, his lips warm and soft as they parted on the skin of your neck, sucking a mark into the skin. His warm embrace made your head tilt back and eyes flutter back in pleasure.

His scent was exhilarating, having him so close made your heart skip a beat, you never knew you needed him, but now you feared the idea of not being so close. He pulled back from your neck, gently tugging your skin with his teeth, he stepped back, eyes on your neck. A noise left your mouth, it was pathetic and at any other time would cause you embarrassment, but his absence wasn't what you wanted. You wanted him.

He snickered, stepping back between your thighs, both hands spreading over your thighs, gripping at the skin. "someones had a change of heart" He hummed, looking into your dazed eyes, his own slightly glazed over. You just mumbled in response, one of your hands resting on his shoulder and the other on his cheek.

“You’ve gone quiet darlin..have I really made that much of a mess out of you, that fast?” He smirked, leaning to brush his lips over yours, kissing you multiple times for just seconds. You found yourself desperately leaning into him, unbeknownst to what had happened to you.

“Tell me what you want, y/n” his voice was gruff, quiet, it made your body shake. The way your name rolled of his tongue. Licking your lips, you finally spoke up “I want you to touch me, Rick”

“That’s it, good job” he teased, his tone patronising as he squeezed your thighs gently, leaning in once again yet this time kissing you harshly. His lips moving against yours, his teeth grazing over your bottom lip as his fingers fumbled with your jeans, hands sliding up the material to unbutton them, making sure to drag his fingers as close to your heat as possible.

He tugged at the jeans, pulling them down your thighs and leaving them halfway down your shins as to not break the kiss. His tongue found its way into your mouth, the kiss deepening in all the ways you craved as one of his hands played teasingly with the hem of your underwear.

You whined, hands finding his hair to tug gently, earning a groan from him as he began to mess with your panties, agonisingly slow as he began to tug them down your thighs, just like the jeans. He hummed and pulled away from the kiss, lowering himself to fully remove the clothing that rested on your legs, his cold, calloused hands slowly made there way up your legs, landing on your hips and hiking you to the very edge of the counter.

You felt exposed as he spread your thighs with his large hands, his head between them, his breathe hot against your skin as he pressed short kisses along your thighs, one of his hands moving to your heat, his eyes met yours as if he was asking for your permission, you were quick to nod. You were sure you wanted him.

He couldn’t hold back the grin against the plush or your thigh, gently sucking another mark as his thumb found your clit, circling it at a slow pace, the touch sending you insane as your head flew back. He seemed proud of himself, it was clear in the way he sped up the circles to a much nicer pace, his middle finger circling your entrance before carefully pushing inside of you.

He watched your reactions closely, his finger pushing in and out of you, curling into the soft spot you craved. Quiet, desperate moans began to leave your mouth as your hips began to move against his hands, needy. He used his free hand to halt your movements, mumbling a quiet “not yet” he shook his head. It was quick but you felt the knot in your stomach quickly tightening, your hands gripping the edge of the counter as your body tried to, but failed to move against him. He pumped his finger in and out of you at a constant pace, watching you in pleasure as you came undone.

He began to pepper kisses up your thigh, moving closer and closer before he you felt a kiss on your clit, the sensation new and amazing. His tongue circled and played with your sensitive heat, making sure to change often, his finger still inside you. Your hands found his hair, gripping tightly as you tried to keep composure, the evident feeling of him adding another finger into your tight cunt making your eyes squeeze shut. His grin was clear against your skin.

His hand finally loosened on your hips and you were able to move against his face, thighs squeezing around him slightly at the harsh pleasure. His hand wrapped around the back of it, the other still working at your cunt, pushing at the same spot over and over again as he began to suck on your clit, feeling the way your legs began to shake. Your orgasm was building up and it was obvious, the way your quiet moans turned into loud whines and desperate pleas impressed him.

He leaned his head back and used to his thumb to quickly run circles into your clit, mouth pressing kisses into your thigh again as you felt the knot releasing. He kept at his pace for a few moments longer, helping you come down from the high, watching you pant and gasp. He slowly stood up again, carefully removing his fingers and humming. He smirked at your flushed expression, seeming embarrassed. “You taste good sweetheart, we really should do this more often” he teased, kissing you softly, able to taste yourself on his tongue.

Apologies the smut seems so rushed, I wanted to get another fic out so bad and I made this up two or three hours ago lol.

[yokohamapound]

Since it'd been so cold out, can we have some hcs of getting warm and cosy with Dazai, Ranpo, Akutagawa, Chuuya, Fyodor and Oda, please?

Hey, perfect ask for this time of year~ I hope you enjoy these! - FungusWitch

Characters: Dazai Osamu, Edogawa Ranpo, Akutagawa Ryuunosuke, Nakahara Chuuya, Fyodor Dostoevsky, Oda Sakunosuke

Contents: gn!reader, fluffy shit

Dazai Osamu

While Dazai likes to lounge around, what we've seen of his living spaces seems to be rather spartan. He has a futon and a table and that's basically it. He'd happily sleep on the floor if he had to. This is the guy who used to live in a shipping container after all. If you two are going to get cosy anywhere, it's going to be at your place.

That's not to say he doesn't appreciate all the touches that make your house a home. He has a habit of throwing himself dramatically across your bed or your couch and disturbing the throw pillows.

And tossing them at you when you least expect it.

"Why are they called throw pillows, if they're not for throwing? Think fast!"

His usual tomfoolery aside, Dazai takes any opportunity to be close to you and soak up your attention like a thirsty plant, so if you wanna get down and cosy, he's all for it. You're in a relationship with Dazai, so you'll likely be one of the few people he can shut off around and just be himself to some extent.

He just wants to stretch his long skinny legs out on the couch, rest his head on your lap, and either sleep or reread his well-thumbed suicide theory book for the hundredth time. If you occasionally want to fish a marshmallow out of your hot chocolate and stuff it into his mouth, well, that's fine with him.

Dim lights, warm blankets, mindless TV shows. <3

Ranpo Edogawa

Okay, you've all seen that episode of WAN! where Ranpo shuts himself in his locker with all his candy, right? One of the best ways to get nice and cosy with Ranpo is to build a den, whether it's in the bedroom or the living room. Build it, stuff it full of blankets and cushions.

Make sure there are enough snacks. No, that's not enough. You're gonna need some more. More! More, I say! Okay, that'll do.

Drag the TV to the edge of the den, charge up whatever games console(s) you've got, and prepare to hibernate for the weekend.

Like anyone, he'll want personal space sometimes, but that doesn't mean he won't spend the majority of his time cuddling or being cuddled. As long as his hands are free to hold a controller or a snack or a book, he's a happy little gremlin.

Akutagawa Ryuunosuke

You're going to need a dictionary definition of the word "cosy" around to explain the concept to Akutagawa. Just look at him: he's all cold, sharp edges. He never takes much thought for his own personal comfort, beyond making sure he has Rashoumon on his back to protect himself.

Being in a relationship does give him an avenue to explore a few more creature comforts without being seen as "weak". Mainly by blaming it all on you.

He doesn't need extra blankets on the bed and throw pillows everywhere. That's all your fault. You're the one who brought the fancy teas and hot chocolate, not Akutagawa. If he so happens to make use of them, that's beside the point.

He has to be in a very specific mood to allow you to cuddle up with him on the couch. A cold winter night is your best bet, since he can see the logic in huddling up together for warmth. Yes, you have central heating, but he's pointedly choosing to ignore that. Enjoying life's pleasantries takes a lot of cognitive dissonance for Akutagawa.

He sits stiffly on the couch, his arms folded, as you nestle in beside him with your blankets. If some of it so happens to drape across him, well, he cannot be bothered to remove it. If you made him a cup of that hot chocolate that smells so good, he has no choice but to drink it. It would be wasteful otherwise. It doesn't matter how many times he tells you not to make it for him, you never seem to learn.

Nakahara Chuuya

Chuuya will make fun of you for being cold, calling you a "little baby", amongst other charmingly condescending things, but these will be accompanied by him draping his coat-covered arm around you, like he's literally taking you under his wing.

I personally believe that having he probably runs a couple degrees warmer than a regular human, like a side-effect of having a literal god living rent-free inside you. This boy is toasty.

His penthouse won't necessarily give you "cosy" vibes, especially not the first couple of times you go there. Chuuya's a guy in his early twenties with a lot of money to throw around. Some of his crib is stereotypically rich boy man cave. Leather, chrome, glass, whathaveyou. It's mostly after you move in that some softer furnishings start to appear. He doesn't mind this, btw. It makes him lowkey giddy to have you adding your personal touch to his shared space...as long as your taste isn't too wildly different from his. He might object to Lisa Frank-style microfibre blankets, for example. He still has some appearances to keep up in case any one comes round.

While he loves going out on the town or for long drives, a night in is often appreciated, especially when it's cold and the weather is shitty. If you don't feel like cooking, he'll order bougie takeout, open a bottle of wine, and sprawl out on the couch with you on his lap.

Yes, you have to sit on his lap, even if you're taller than him. I don't make the rules.

Fyodor Dostoevsky

Fyodor is a man of contradictions. As a Russian, you would assume he is a little more acclimatised to the cold than your average person, but he also suffers from some form of anaemia, which can lead to circulatory difficulties. I imagine his hands and feet are always cold. He doesn't seem to take any special measures to correct his, such as wearing gloves, so perhaps it truly doesn't bother him.

That doesn't mean he doesn't enjoy warmth. Far from it. Just look at his little ushanka.

While he may not always have the time or inclination to show you physical affection, when he is in the mood for it, he wants you close to him.

This might take the form of allowing you to climb into his lap and cuddle up with him while he's working, curled into him while the glow of multiple screens flickers across his face. You might fall asleep there, and wake back in your shared bed, only to find him still working late into the night, feverish with plans.

Or it might be warm blankets, pots of tea, chess games he always wins, books falling apart from age in his chilly hands, while he talks about philosophies and ideals you struggle to keep up with but enjoy nonetheless.

Oda Sakunosuke

Oda is one who enjoys the simple creature comforts in life. You'll pick this up about him if you spend enough time around him. He doesn't particularly care about luxury or high-end things. It can be the most mundane day and he'll still appreciate it if it's with you.

This is a man who will cherish quiet evenings in, cooking a meal together (often curry, unless he had it for lunch), huddling up on the couch together, and reading your respective books. Or you might be sprawled on the couch, watching TV, while he sits on the floor next to you, using the coffee table as a makeshift desk while he writes.

Like pretty much everyone who's been through the Port Mafia, he's touch-starved , but he's much healthier about it. I guarantee you, there is no bad time to lay hands on this man. You can drape yourself over this man like a blanket and he's happy to exist like that. (This is also because he's unlikely to startle from being touched suddenly like Akutagawa might. Being able to see a few seconds into the future helps cut down on the accidental jump scares.)

[thefairywithboots]

I'm Gonna Crawl (Robert Plant x Fem!OC)

Hello! So this is the final instalment of Robert and Evanna's story. For now anyway. I needed to give these two a resolution, as they were taking up all of my thoughts and I could not rest until I finished the story. I hope you've enjoyed reading them as much as I've enjoyed writing them.

Summary: Takes place in early 1970. A week after Robert recklessly confessed his love for Evanna and immediately withdrew, Evanna decides that she is going to go back home once the North American leg of the tour is over. Realizing that he made a huge mistake, Robert is willing to crawl on his hands and knees to convince her to stay.

Rating: Explicit 18+ minors please dni

Warnings: Angst, smut, vanilla sex, Robert crawling on his knees like a lost puppy. This is actually pretty cheesy but I had fun writing it so I regret nothing.

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Evanna had spent enough of her time crying. She had made her mind up to go back home once Led Zeppelin's North American leg of the tour was over. She had intentionally distanced herself from Robert, locking herself in her room after every show, refusing to attend the after-parties.

She had felt so stupid. So weak. Every time she had attempted to set boundaries between them, she fell right back into his bed, allowing him into her even deeper than before. What did she expect, getting involved with a rock star? Sure, Robert was a lot more quiet and reserved than other singers in the rock scene, but he was still a rock star. An unbelievably gorgeous man who had women throwing themselves at his feet. He couldn't be hers, regardless of their reckless declarations of love in the heat of the moment.

Evanna was in the middle of packing her suitcase when there was a knock on her door. Thinking that it must be Peter to give her her pay, she went to the door to glance out the peephole. Instead, Robert's fluffy blond head was magnified before her. She sighed.

After putting the chain on, she cracked open the door.

"Hey..."

Robert seemed surprised that she was putting so much distance between them.

"Hey. Can we talk?" he asked while keeping his eyes to the ground, as if afraid that she might say no.

"About what?"

"About last week... I wanted to apologize."

Evanna leaned against the door, closing her eyes as she shook her head. "You don't have to apologize, Robert. We were both very emotional... and high."

But she knew that it wasn't the marijuana they had smoked that caused her to ache for his embrace. She had felt this way for months. It was naive of her to feel this way. Robert had made it clear from the beginning that he did not want anything more than nights of mindless fucking. But his idea of mindlessness was to hold her close and give her intoxicating kisses. To press his forehead against hers as he thrust slowly into her. To embrace her afterwards, and listen to her lament about how she never felt this satisfied with her ex.

And it wasn't even just the sex that made her attached to him. Robert was just easy to be around. She liked talking to him and opening up to him. She liked listening to him talk. Gods, she loved the sound of his voice.

It was impossible to share this much with him and not get attached.

Robert leaned against the doorway, his hand resting on the frame as if he longed to reach in and touch her. "Yes, darling, I do. I had been reckless and stupid... can I just come in and talk to you in private? I promise we won't..." He stopped himself. Any promise made that they would keep their hands to themselves would be in vain. There was no guarantee of that. They both knew it.

Evanna was about to say "no" and close the door on him, but Robert's eyes were wide and pleading. Her heart ached at the thought of him feeling rejected. She closed the door, only to take the chain off, and open it for him to enter.

Once he slid in quietly, he leaned against the wall. He glanced at the bed, almost as if out of habit, and noticed her packed suitcase. A frown came across his face.

"Are you going somewhere?"

She closed and locked the door, sliding the chain back in place. "Yes. Tomorrow is the last night of the North American leg of the tour. I'll be flying back to New York."

Robert's blond head whipped around to face her, his blue eyes seeming to be in a state of panic. "What!? But... I thought you were coming to Europe with us..."

Evanna shook her head. "I'll have to turn these photos in for the magazine to publish." She gestured towards the envelope of photographs that she had spent all afternoon in a dark room getting developed.

"But Peter had hired you for the full tour!" He was trying yet failing to sound calm.

"I already talked to him about it. He understood and agreed to pay me for the work that I've already done." She turned to face him and immediately averted her eyes when she saw that he was close to tears. Her heart ached in her chest.

"You're leaving because of me, aren't you?" His voice was quiet and quivering.

She kept her eyes on the ground. She couldn't deny it. If she had not gotten involved with him and inevitably fell in love with him, she could have continued to travel with the band and photographed the rest of the tour. If he had not muttered those three words after fucking her last week, maybe she could look at him and hear his voice without feeling her heart being torn apart. There was no way to avoid him. No way to not feel the music make its way into her soul and plant itself in her heart. And it killed her because she knew that he could never be hers; that he didn't want to be.

"I can't keep doing this, Robert..."

Robert reached for her hands to take into his. "Evanna..." That had been the first time since he had said her full name all week. "Please... don't go..."

She pulled her hands away and turned to look out the window at the sun setting over the city.

"I'm sorry. I know what I said was really stupid and reckless. It was just—"

Evanna cut him off, knowing that this would most likely be her last night with him, so what did she have to lose? "I'm in love with you, Robert."

He went silent, stunned by her bluntness.

She waited for his response. Waited for him to admit that he meant what he had muttered into her neck last week after all.

When he remained silent, she turned back to her suitcase. Robert's hand closed over her wrist before she could clasp it shut. She looked up at him as he was trying to pull her to his chest.

"Robert, stop..."

"Please... please don't leave me..."

She shook her head, placing her hands on his chest and trying to push him away. "No! I'm not going to be something for you to stick your dick into in between groupies!"

Robert shook his head, his brow furrowed in frustration. "I don't want anyone else! I don't want any groupies! Haven't you noticed that you're the only woman that I have been with for the past four months!?"

She tried to remember the last time she had seen him acknowledge a groupie's advances. He had blown everyone off when she was around, seeming to forget about the existence of any other woman.

"That can change..." she said, sounding unsure now.

He kept hold of her hands, trying to pull her into his arms but she kept pulling away. "No. You're the only one who actually cared about me outside of my fame and my body. Everyone else just wanted to shag and then leave..."

Evanna spun around to face him. "That's what you've been saying that you wanted all this time!"

Robert used this as an opportunity to cup her face in his hands. Evanna wanted to melt like putty right there but came to her senses and pushed his hands away.

"It's not enough! I need you!" His hands moved to her waist, and she was about to push him away again before he dropped to his knees and buried his face into her stomach.

"Robert- what the hell are you doing?" It wasn't like him to put himself underneath her. Not outside of bed anyway.

"Stay. Please. I need you more than you think."

She attempted to push his head away but he clung to her like a child clinging to his mother's skirts. This would be arousing if he weren't being so stubborn.

"Robert, look at me." He raised his head to meet her eyes. Evanna took a deep breath before explaining; "I'm not staying because I know you don't want to commit to me."

"I will," he said while taking her hands into his and looking up at her. "I'll only be yours. I promise. If not forever, then at least for the rest of the tour. I can't bear the idea of you leaving. Evanna, I love you."

Evanna felt her heart clench in her chest. He had told her that he loved her. And it wasn't in the aftermath of sex when their emotions were on high.

Robert continued hugging her around her waist, burying his face into her abdomen. She was so shocked, she couldn't push him away. He loves me. Did he really mean that? Or is it just a way to get me to stay? Geoffrey would say things like that to try and control her, and then leave immediately after getting what he wanted.

Robert wasn't Geoffrey though. She knew better than to make that comparison.

Robert pushed up her shirt to expose a small part of her stomach and planted soft kisses on the exposed skin. Evanna shivered slightly and could feel the heat pooling between her thighs. Robert seemed to be able to sense this because he began kissing lower.

She let out a gasp. "Oh shit— Robert, no. Not tonight." She pushed his head away and quickly made her way to the bathroom before she could end up with her legs wrapped around his neck.

She was in the process of collecting all of the hotel shampoo bottles to pack away like she always did when she saw him crawling across the floor toward the bathroom.

Evanna stared down at him when he stopped at her feet to kneel there like a lost puppy.

"You look pathetic," she told him.

He rolled onto his back to stare up her skirt. She quickly pulled her skirt down as far as it would go - she felt stupid for wearing something so short today - before backing away and sitting down on the toilet.

Robert rolled back onto all fours and crawled towards her, the desperation in his eyes apparent. "You make me this way. You've made me this way for months, ever since you joined the tour, committed to that fucking wanker who didn't deserve to breathe the same air as you—" She gasped when he nudged his head against her legs, before rubbing against her, his hair tickling her skin. "—and now that I've gotten a taste of you, I can't stay away. I can't keep away from you."

He nudged her knees with his head until her muscles defied what her brain was telling them to do and spread for him. He took this opportunity to pull her into his lap on the bathroom floor, adjusting her legs to straddle him. She became highly aware that she was sitting on his cock and the feeling of him hardening through his jeans only increased the heat that was pooling in her center.

Robert closed his eyes before slowly bringing his lips to softly caress hers. She didn't object or try to push him away this time. She returned the kiss, deepening it from a gentle caress to something more hungry and desperate.

She moaned when their tongues met, and found herself unconsciously grinding her hips down, not realizing what she was doing until she felt the delicious friction of their clothed centers rubbing against one another.

"Oh my god..." she moaned while clutching onto his hair.

"See what you do to me, baby?"

She huffed indignantly but was unable to stop her hips from rolling against his.

He kissed her again, deeper and more lovingly than he ever had before, gently placing his hands on her hips as if he were holding something sacred and precious. Her hands wound through his golden mane as she opened her mouth for him, allowing his tongue to enter.

His kisses were intoxicating to her. Evanna felt her head spinning the longer they remained lost in the kiss. When they eventually had to pull away for air, he pressed nibbling kisses to her neck and down her chest.

Evanna managed to wrench away from his grasp long enough to stumble out of the bathroom towards her suitcase where her pills were packed away in the front pocket. Robert crawled out of the bathroom towards her, working his hands up her legs to the insides of her thighs. She yelped when she felt his skilled fingers circle her clothed clit.

"F-fucking hell-!" she moaned, falling backward, letting him catch her and lowering her onto his lap again. She quickly popped the pill into her mouth before he reached his hands up her skirt to slide her knickers off, the air feeling cool against her soaked and hot core. Evanna wrapped her arms around his neck as he lifted her off the floor and laid her down on the bed.

His hands shot out to hold hers in place as she reached to remove the rest of her clothes. She sighed heavily as he slowly and torturously began undressing her. He started with her shirt, leaving trails of kisses as he pulled the fabric away from her skin.

When he had discarded her shirt and skirt, he seemed annoyed by the lacy-padded bra that was covering her breasts. He tsked before leaning down to tug on the straps with his teeth.

The feeling of his mouth and breath on her skin was almost too much for her to bear. She tried wriggling out of her bra quicker to feel his mouth and tongue on her breasts but he kept her firmly pinned to the mattress.

He loomed over her, his hair creating a golden curtain around them. "Look at me."

There wasn't much else she could do; he was pressing his forehead against hers, practically forcing her to look him in the eyes.

"I meant what I said. I love you." He took her hand and placed it under his shirt and over his heart. It was beating hard against her palm. "You feel that?" When she nodded, he leaned in to kiss her again. "It belongs to you."

She felt tears burning in her eyes. Robert pulled back to look at her. "Am I hurting you?"

Evanna shook her head and pulled Robert back down to her, holding him as tightly as she could as if afraid that he would drift away again if she let him go. Their mouths meld together once more before he reached underneath her to unclasp her bra and toss it on the floor along with the rest of her clothes.

"I love you," she breathed against his lips. "I've always loved you. And I'll always be yours—ah!" She cried out when he ground his hips against hers. He was still fully clothed and the feeling of the rough fabric of his jeans rubbing against her naked core caused her to tremble underneath him. "I'll always be yours... even... when we're... apart... oh god, just fuck me already!" She reached for the clasp on his belt, undoing it and then undoing the buttons on his trousers.

Robert didn't bother holding her in place this time. He instead planted kisses down her neck and towards her breasts, taking her nipples into his mouth as she frantically undressed him.

He helped her lift his shirt over his head, which she immediately began kissing down his neck and to his chest as he shimmied out of his tight trousers, his hard cock springing free. He let out a groan, leaning back against the headboard and pulling her on top of him.

As he adjusted her legs over to straddle him, he pulled her closer, resting his forehead against hers as she felt the full length of his hard cock against her.

"Evanna, please..." he moaned as she rocked her hips against his.

She slid her damp folds over his length, lust clouding her brain as pleasure shot through her. The sound of him moaning her name, and enunciating every syllable never got old. "Please what?"

He wound his hands through her thick red hair and held her head to his. "Promise me you'll stay with me. Please. I can't... bear the thought of losing you..." He groaned again as she sat down on his cock, the feeling of him pulsing against her making her want to take him completely inside her. He kissed her again, his mouth hot against hers as their tongues met. "Promise me. If not forever, then at least be mine for the rest of the tour." The idea of letting her go at all killed him on the inside, but if it meant getting to hold onto her for longer, then he was willing to risk the heartache.

Evanna ran her hands over his shoulders and wound through his hair to kiss him again. "I promise..."

He kissed her back passionately before gripping her hips to adjust himself at her entrance. She was so wet, he slid easily into her, the feeling of being filled so completely overwhelming her. She gasped as their bodies melded together, becoming one. He grunted as he buried his face into her neck, adjusting to the feeling of her tightness engulfing him.

Despite her being on top of him, he still controlled the rhythm in which they moved. He thrust upwards into her, causing her to let out a sharp moan. His thrusts started slow and deep, and she quickly matched his pace as she moved over top of him, the sensation of him filling her causing every nerve in her body to ignite.

Their movements were agonizingly slow. He continued his slow thrusts, going deeper with each stroke. She squeezed her eyes shut when she felt the tip of his cock brush against her cervix.

He took her face into his hands and held her firmly. "Look at me." When she opened her eyes, he took her hands and placed them over his chest. "Don't close your eyes. I want to see them when you come."

She gasped as she kept moving over top of his cock, running her hands over the light bit of hair on his chest. He took one of her hands and placed it over where his heart was. He leaned back and slid his hands down to her hips, guiding her rhythm as she moved in time with each of his upward thrusts.

Evanna wasn't used to being on top, but the rhythm was so slow and sensual, that she found herself moving easily in time with him. Robert was whispering words of encouragement to her as he slid a hand from her hip down to massage her swollen clit.

Her back arched sharply at the sharp sting of pleasure that ricocheted through her.

"You like that?" he grunted.

Another sharp moan escaped her throat. "Yes!"

He guided her other hand to her clit.

"Fuck, Robert— what are you doing..."

"Touch yourself while riding me."

She felt her entire body flush. "What...?"

"Do it."

She let him guide her hand to the desired motions over her clit. When she finally had the hang of it, he moved both hands to grip her arse, pumping himself into her as deep as he could.

Evanna kept massaging her clit in time with each of his thrusts, her moans getting louder with each stroke. As the pace of his thrusts became quicker, so did the pace of her masturbation.

The grip on her hips loosened and he let her bounce her hips more freely. Evanna gasped and started bouncing faster on top of him, now completely controlling the rhythm. Robert pushed her hand away and placed his thumb firmly over her clit and started massaging it in time with her movements. The sharp sensation of pleasure was so intense for her, that it didn't take long for her to reach her peak. Her back arched as she threw her head back, her fiery hair cascading down her back. He groaned as she clenched around him, her body convulsing as he kept plunging into her.

After coming hard around his dick, Evanna panted as she leaned down and press her chest against his, the tackiness of their sweaty bodies causing them to stick together. He buried his face into her hair, inhaling deeply before rolling her over onto her back and pulling out of her.

Evanna lay there for a moment, basking in the afterglow of her orgasm before she felt something firm press against her swollen clitoris. When she opened her eyes, she saw Robert kneeling between her legs, massaging the tip of his still-erect cock against her soaked and swollen bud.

He was far from finished with her.

"Robert—what are you—"

He shushed her before slowly sliding into her again, pulling out, massaging his tip against her nub, and sliding back in, deeper than before.

"Oh fuck! Please, Robert!"

He kept a firm grip on her legs as he loomed over her, his chain necklaces dangling in front of her face.

"Look at me."

She stared up into his beautiful face. He leaned down over her, his long blond hair creating a curtain around her face so that she could look nowhere but into his eyes.

"You're so beautiful," he whispered. He pressed his forehead to hers. "The way your mouth opens each time I go in." He thrust into her sharply, causing her to cry out and cling to him, digging her nails into his back. "The way your eyes plead with me when I know you want more." Another sharp thrust. "And the way your back arches when I hit that right spot inside you."  He angled his hips to go in as deep as possible. Evanna screamed in ecstasy, her back arching just like he predicted it would.

While keeping up his deep, deliberate thrusts, Robert took this opportunity to cup her breasts and put them in his mouth. Evanna wound her hands through his hair and clenched her legs tight around his waist as the thrusts sped up into a terrifying pace, the sound of their skin slapping against each other and the bed creaking so loud, it was undoubtedly heard by everyone on the floor.

"Robert, I—fuck!" Her body convulsed as she came a second time, her back arching sharply off the bed. Robert kissed up her chest, sucking and kissing each of her nipples, as he tugged them into taut points.

He kissed and nibbled up her neck, leaving crescent-shaped bite marks on her skin, something she knew she'd have to cover up later.

Or not. Maybe she would want everyone to know she belonged to him.

He sped up the pace of his thrusts, and she could tell by the tightening of his balls and his quickening breath that he was getting close.

She watched him closely as he sped towards his climax. He was so beautiful at that moment. He was always beautiful but seeing him so vulnerable in his ecstasy made him look ethereal. His lids were heavy and his eyes glazed over with lust. She loved the way his face scrunched up right before he released everything he had inside of her. The way he would whimper as he buried his face in her neck as he pumped his hips to milk himself into her.

She let his release seep deep into her as he collapsed on top of her in exhaustion. She wrapped her arms around him, panting heavily as they both lay there in an exhausted, sweaty heap of limbs on the bed.

"Holy shit," she breathed as she stared up at the ceiling.

He groaned into her neck. "Going a week without this made me insane..." He lifted himself off of her, slowly pulling himself out of her. "I hope that changed your feelings about leaving..."

Evanna waited until he was lying on his back before rolling onto her side and resting her head on his chest, right over his heart as she listened to his heartbeat steadily calm back down. She ran her fingers idly over the hair on his chest and stomach. She felt his arms wrap around her as he held her in the afterglow of their lovemaking.

"I'll stay," she whispered, never wanting to leave his arms, never wanting to leave the place on his chest. Never wanting to leave his heart. "I'll stay as long as you want me to."

Robert pulled the hotel comforter over them both and wrapped his arms tighter around her before kissing her on the forehead, the gentleness making her feel wanted and loved. His warmth and steady beating of his heart lulled her into a sated and peaceful doze. "Darling," he whispered. "If I had my way, that would be forever."

[daisynik7]

A Bento For Kento

Chapter 2: Two Bentos are Better Than One

Pairing: Nanami x f!reader

Word Count: ~2.8k

cw: none that I can think of!

Summary: Nanami gets a pleasant surprise from his student, in the form of a Hello Kitty bento box. Meanwhile, you are an emotional mess who loves your weirdo brother. 

Notes: Bento inspired by this: Japanese Egg Sandwich. Let me know in the comments below if you’d like to be tagged in the next chapter(s)! Thanks for reading! Likes, reblogs, and comments are always appreciated. Would love to hear what y'all think so far!

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A Bento for Kento Masterlist

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Preparing lunches for Ren has been fun, but making a different type of bento three times a week is really pushing your creativity threshold. Knowing that he isn’t picky about eating the same meal every other day, you decide to cook one type of bento throughout the week. Doing it this way has made the whole process less stressful and more manageable.

As for his actual lessons, you remain in the dark. When he comes home Friday afternoon, you ask him, “How was your first week? Still determined to attend this school?” 

He kicks his shoes off and flops down, face first, onto the couch. “Yes, very determined.” He flips onto his back and reaches his arms above his head, stretching. “Can we watch a horror movie tonight? I’m in the mood for something mindless that doesn’t make me think so much. I did too much thinking this week.”

You chuckle, agreeing to his suggestion. “You pick the movie. Nothing too scary, though. I would like to sleep tonight.”

“Can we order pizza too?” he asks, staring at you with his puppy dog eyes. “I really like you’re cooking, but I just want to eat like trash and feel like trash tonight.” 

You laugh even louder, sitting beside him to ruffle his hair. “You’re starting to sound more like an adult. Stop growing up so fast or else you’ll be a miserable millennial like me.”

“Never! You can never take away my youth!” he yells, playfully flailing his limbs up in the air.

After some typical back and forth about what toppings to get, the two of you finally agree on what type of pizza to order. While waiting for the delivery, you give your brother the honors of choosing which horror movie to watch, to which he picks the number one on a list of top ten scariest films he looked up on Google. So much for sleeping tonight. 

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The start of another week means a brand-new bento creation. After searching the Internet for tasty ideas, you decide to make egg salad sandwiches. These were a favorite of yours and Ren’s growing up. To kick it up a notch, you use high quality Shokupan bread, courtesy of your favorite bakery nearby. Hell, you even cut the crusts off. Impressed with yourself, you deliberate if you should change careers to become a professional chef. 

As you delicately place them in the blue bento, you hear his footsteps approach the kitchen. “Yum! Egg salad!” He looks over your shoulder to peek. “And with no crust?!”

You turn your head to face him, grinning. “Yup. Pretty fancy, huh?”

“It’s amazing! The bread looks so fluffy,” he notices, poking at it. He hovers over the bowl of egg salad, still half full. He stares at it for a moment before asking, “Is there a lot left?”

“Yeah, looks like it. I’ll eat it some of it later. Maybe I can give the rest to the neighbors – ”

“Can you pack me an extra then? I’ll eat it!” He starts opening up the cupboards, looking for another box. 

“You want two bentos?” 

“Yes! Please! I’ll eat them both, I promise!” 

You’re surprised, but also flattered. Has your cooking improved so much that your teenaged brother actually craves two servings of your food? Maybe you really should become a chef.

Ren continues to slam the cupboards, his search for another container growing futile. After you’ve had enough, you head to your room and yell out, “Stop! I think I have one in my room, hold on.”

After you find what you’re looking for in your closet, you return to the kitchen, bright red Hello Kitty bento box in hand. “Let’s use this. Do you mind?”

He smiles wide, all his teeth showing mischievously. “This is perfect.” His enthusiasm throws you off. Teenage boys sure are getting weirder and weirder.

~~~

“Hello mentor!” Ren greets as he enters the conference room.

Nanami lifts his head up to return his greeting. “Hello Nakamura, did you have a nice weekend?” 

Ren sits down at an empty desk, unzipping his backpack to retrieve a notebook and pen, all while recounting his weekend activities. Nanami listens intently, simultaneously pleased with how prompt and prepared his student is for their lessons. 

After exchanging a few more pleasantries, they start today’s class. They delve into a more intense subject: curses. They review previous missions that Nanami himself participated in, some of the content being disturbing and gruesome for the average person. To his surprise, Ren doesn’t seem fazed. When he asks questions, he is analytical and intrigued. Nanami appreciates this, as he himself likes to separate sentimentality from work. 

They go through three different case studies until it’s time for a break. He expects that Ren has another delicious feast ready for him in his backpack. He’s had one every single day they’ve had their lessons. Last week, it was the same for all three days. He wonders if it’s different this time.

For some reason, Nanami keeps forgetting to find another bakery that sells ham and cheese sandwiches. He is without a lunch again. He gets up from his desk and walks down the hall into the break room to prepare his tea. This will have to do for now. 

He returns to the conference room, freshly brewed green tea in hand, noticing that Ren is already halfway through his meal. Egg salad sandwiches today, one of Nanami’s favorites. 

Back at his seat, he is shocked, and horrified, to find a Hello Kitty bento box waiting for him on top of his desk.

Whipping his head towards his student, he asks nervously, “What is this?”

Ren smiles, cheeks stuffed like chipmunk. “It’s for you!” Bits of egg salad come flying out of his mouth. “Sorry,” he mutters, swallowing his food all at once. “I couldn’t stand another day seeing you just drink your tea. I had my sister make an extra.” 

Nanami stares at him, then at Hello Kitty. Her black eyes and red ribbon peering into his soul. 

“Well, aren’t you going to eat it? It’s not like Hello Kitty is a curse,” Ren snorts, amused at his own joke.

Still hesitant about this odd situation, he clarifies, “Are you sure you don’t want this? Your sister packed this for you.” It’s not for me, he thinks.

He munches on a cucumber slice, responding, “The only reason I asked her to pack an extra was so I can give it to you. It’s the least I can do since you’re teaching me so much.”

There’s a lump in his throat, an unusual sensation Nanami isn’t familiar with. It’s been a while since someone showed this kind of generosity to him. It wasn’t as if people in his life mistreated him. It’s just nice to be acknowledged. 

He remains standing over the desk when Ren mentions, “Hello Kitty was not my choice. You can blame my sister for that. It was the only one she could find. But I think it fits your personality perfectly,” he teases.

Cracking a tiny smile, he says, “As long as the food is good, I don’t mind it.” He finally sits down and opens the box, bidding farewell to Hello Kitty’s face in the process. 

Underneath the cover is an egg salad sandwich, exactly like the one Ren just devoured. He notices that it’s on Shokupan bread. Good choice, he muses. He handles it with care, relishing the softness, appreciating the meticulously trimmed edges. Once he bites in, his eyes almost roll to the back of his head. Creamy, pillowy, not too salty, and slightly sweet. It’s simple and luxurious all at the same time. Purely exquisite.

Maybe it’s because this was his first taste of real food all day. Maybe it’s because it seems like a gift from his student. Maybe it’s because it makes him feel special. Whatever the reason, he can admit to himself that he is really enjoying this. He’s thankful to be wearing glasses to prevent his pupil from witnessing the dumb expression on his face. It’s embarrassing. Out of character. 

“Pretty good, right? It was our favorite growing up,” Ren mentions, finishing off the rest of his cucumber slices. “She got this bread from a bakery near us. Said the type of bread makes all the difference. It all tastes the same to me.” He has his feet up on the desk now and starts to rub his belly, relaxed and well nourished.

“Your sister is right; it does make all the difference.” Nanami swallows the last bit of his first helping, then starts nibbling on the second. “This wouldn’t be as tasty if it was on generic grocery store bread.”

Ren stifles a laugh and leans further back in his chair to give him an amused look. “Ha, I didn’t expect you to use the word ‘tasty’. It’s funny hearing it from you.”

He wipes his mouth. “Well, it is tasty.”

“I’ll make sure my sister knows her egg salad is tasty,”

“Why are you saying it like that?” He frowns at his student, but when he only responds with a snicker, he chooses not to ask the question again. 

He finishes the rest of the box, leaving no crumbs behind. Hello Kitty returns in plain view as he places the cover back on, handing it to Ren. “Thank you, Nakamura. This was a pleasant surprise.”

“No problem, mentor! Like I said, it’s the least I could do. I’m learning so much from you!” Ren beams at him while he puts both containers away, notebook and pen placed back in front of him.

“Shall we continue the lesson then?”

They go over three more case studies until it’s time to go. Ren asks well thought out questions, taking diligent notes all the while. Nanami explains a few techniques he used in one case study that he personally handled. 

After Ren leaves, he gathers up his suitcase and prepares for his journey home. He’s not as exhausted as he was last week, which he’s thankful for. I should probably find a café, he thinks, scrolling through his phone to look up locations nearby. He won’t subject himself to a single cup of green tea at lunch any longer. That sandwich gave him the energy he needed, but he doesn’t want to assume this is a recurring thing. He finds a café close to the office, setting a reminder for himself to stop by before their next lesson. This will have to do for now.

~~~

You’re already wrapping up work when Ren comes home. “Hey! How was today? Learn anything new?” you ask, closing your laptop. 

He drops his backpack on the floor and sits on the couch, yawning. “I’m learning a ton. I feel like I’ve already gone through half my notebook with all these notes!” 

You sit next to him, watching him open his backpack to retrieve his notebook. As he flips through the pages, you notice a variety of scribbles, as well as some strange doodles of little monsters with bulging eyes. The last page he lands on has a drawing of one long line with hash marks scattered evenly across it. There are notes scrawled around it, the numbers “7” and “3” popping up continuously.

Oh god, this is some cult shit. Panic begins to set in. You’re tempted to start interrogating him. Before you lose your cool, you listen to your inner voice reminding you to trust him. 

Sensing your internal crisis, Ren smiles and waves his hand in front of your face. “Sorry, I know it looks weird, but I promise it’s good.”

What the hell does that mean?! It’s good?!  His response doesn’t alleviate your worries, but as you gaze at his precious face, you realize that he’s putting so much work into whatever this is. It must really be important to him. 

You force a grin and state, “If you say it’s good, then it’s all good.” You reach into his backpack to grab the two empty boxes. “Wow! You must have really liked the sandwiches. I can’t believe you ate both!” 

“Yeah, they were amazing! So tasty! It reminded me of the first meal I ever had when Mom and Dad took me in. It was the first time I ever met you. I ate my whole sandwich in just a few bites, and you gave me half of yours without even thinking for a second. I’ll never forget that.” He smiles at you affectionately. “Actually, I gave the extra one to – ” 

He pauses, noticing the tears streaking down your face, nose sniffling noisily.

“You-hic-you-hic hic-remember that?” you manage to blurt out, your face getting wetter from your embarrassing tears and snot. You promised yourself you wouldn’t get emotional if he brought this up, but you can’t help it!

Concerned, he faces you and places a hand on your shoulder. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you cry! I was just telling you how good it was! It’s a happy memory. I’m happy.”

You wipe your sleeve across your cheeks. “I-hic-just want to make sure I’m-hic-being a good sister.” It takes another minute to steady your breathing. “I know you can’t tell me everything, but if these bentos are the only thing I can do to support you right now, I’ll keep doing it! I was surprised when you asked for another one. I’m just so happy that you like it!” 

He gives your shoulder a small squeeze, smiling. “You’re the best sister ever. I mean it.”

Before you get emotional again, you stand up to wash the boxes in the sink. Halfway through, you remember him trying to tell you something right before you interrupted him with the waterworks. Nothing else is mentioned about it the rest of the night, so you leave it be, thinking it must not be important. 

~~~

Wednesday comes around and Nanami finally remembers to visit the café to pick up his lunch. Unfortunately for him, no ham and cheese. He ends up settling for the less satisfying turkey sandwich. 

He heads up to their usual conference room and settles in. Within minutes, Ren arrives, greeting him as he takes his usual spot at one of the empty desks. They continue their lesson on curses and different abilities that have been used to exorcise them. Nanami references several Jujutsu sorcerers and explains each of their “innate techniques.” He asks Ren if he is aware of any special abilities he might have exhibited throughout his lifetime, to which his pupil acknowledges several odd occurrences he experienced as a child. This helps put some of the pieces together. He’s pleased at the progress they are making. 

They take their break earlier than usual, their stomachs growling with hunger. Nanami hears his student digging through his backpack while he reaches into his suitcase for the sandwich he picked up earlier. He’s startled when Ren appears next to him, holding out the wretched Hello Kitty vessel. 

“Here you go!” he says, placing it on Nanami’s desk, walking back to his own to start munching happily on an egg salad sandwich. 

He wasn’t expecting another bento box today. He actually came prepared this time with his own meal. But he can’t shake this feeling of guilt, as if it would be a sin against humanity if he denied this delicious treat. As if Hello Kitty herself would scorn him for life. 

Also, he’d be lying to himself if he said he wasn’t secretly hoping for this. 

Luckily, he hasn’t taken the food out of his briefcase yet. I’ll just eat it for dinner, he thinks, placing it back to the bottom of his case. 

He stares at Hello Kitty, welcoming her reappearance on his desk. He thanks Ren, then opens the container to start eating. It’s exactly how it was on Monday. Tasty. “Are you sure your sister doesn’t mind making an additional box?”

“She doesn’t mind at all. I think she gets a kick out of it. She actually got emotional about it the other day.”

As he recounts the story, Nanami can’t help but admire his student for remembering a touching memory over something as simple as a sandwich. He also respects the way he describes his sister. She seems nice, he speculates, picturing what she might look like, just so he can put a face to a name. 

Deciding that his thought is innocent enough, he comments, “She seems nice, Nakamura. You are lucky to have a sister like that.” Immediately feeling awkward saying something sentimental out loud, he adds, “I guess I’m lucky too because I’m reaping the benefits of her generosity. Even if I do have to see this damn cat every time.”

Ren chuckles. “Well, get used to it. You’re going to see a lot more of Hello Kitty, whether you like it or not.” 

Nanami smiles. He definitely could get used to this. 

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[hyatoro]

Hello! Firstly, i LOVE your writing! It's so nice to read and it's very enjoyable. This is also my first ask with you. Unfortunately I am not too sure whether this counts as an outline or a headcannon (from my understanding headcannons are about the character itself and outlines are more like headcannons for the scenario but im not sure??? maybe this is a outline???). No worries if you don't to of course!

Anyway, may I have an NSFW about Hwang Minso spending his heat with reader? Especially if it's just really sweet and fluffy in a way. I think he deserves the tenderness, y'know? Bonus if the affection is like a warm blast of sunshine on a dreary day. (I imagine, Alpha reader is being sweet and fluffy and just really gentle but the unwavering attention and tenderness is overwhelming for the guy and so sweet it burns in a way. I want the guy to be overwhelmed by it. I imagine he's begging for more and more even if he's overstimulated though reader would stop in a heartbeat if he needed them to)

Again, no pressure!

Headcanons are just fast fun facts with no real timeline in mind. The scenario “outlines” are basically what I’ve been doing where it’s a scenario, but I don’t put in the full effort of making it a fic even if it may seem like one. 

The definitions are loose as hell and I tend to just write what I want. The two reasons why I have the outline distinction is because I don’t need the pressure of cranking out a fully polished work and it also shows who reads my rules. Thank you by the way for asking!

The writing below probably leans more towards full blown fic but the difference is that I would’ve gone into a lot more detail for one instead of an ‘outline’.

Onto the actual content!

Hwang Minsu

The man couldn’t believe he’d gotten this far. It all started with a chance encounter where he met you. The light of his life, and the reason why he evolved from the mindless zombie he was. 

You accepted him into your life. Even after you caught him pulling your empty can out of the recycling. Even when you were initially weirded out, you gave him another chance. 

You’d even asked him out. On a date! And then you asked if he wanted to date you too! 

Honestly he questioned it a bit, scared that it was all some sort of sick joke life was playing on him. But you showed him consistency and proved yourself reliable, not that he had any doubts in you as a person. You were perfect. 

It was amazing, having schedules that were similar. The two of you took to the nights like it was your own kingdom and every night with you was memorable. 

His favorite so far was the time you two went to karaoke. You watched him with adoration, a sight he had to familiarize himself with, as he sang his heart out badly. He knew he wasn’t a great singer and it didn’t faze you one bit. You were just happy that he felt comfortable enough to do so in front of you. 

And when you pulled him into your lap, rewarding him with kisses as you chose your next song, he knew there was no turning back for him. Not when you were all that was ahead. 

Now here he was, opening the door to you. Well, a giant pile of your clothes and blankets hiding your face. But you were behind it all. 

He shuffled out of the way and let you in, catching any garments that fell to the ground behind you. His eyes widened however when you dropped everything unceremoniously to the ground. 

“Just arrange everything how you want it, baby. Let me know if you need help.”

The ugly face he made as he held back tears made you laugh affectionately, stepping towards him to cradle his face gently and kiss his forehead. His face got even more scrunched up as he placed his hands on yours, holding them there. 

Once he got over that surge of emotions he enlisted your help in making his nest, the most elaborate he’d ever made in his life. Considering what had happened when around the time he started to get more intense heats he never really had the guidance nor the chance to go all out. 

You help him arrange everything so that it’s cozy but roomy enough to fit two people. His mattress was on the floor so it made everything easier. 

As he got comfortable you left the apartment and he sat up, panicking a little wondering where you were going. But you quickly returned with a bunch of food, drinks, and other supplies for his heat. His face scrunched again as he pouted, almost telling you that you didn’t have to, but the look on your face stops him. Instead, he opens his arms and you crawl into his nest, kissing his cheeks as you two lay down together. 

He’s content to lay in your arms as you fall asleep, awaiting for the wave to come crashing. He sleeps easily so you’re more than welcome to watch TV or scroll through your phone. All he needed at that moment was your warmth and scent. 

When he wakes up he’s burning and he’s half-expecting you to not be there. For this all to have been some sort of sick dream that his heat-addled mind concocted. But you’re there. As real as ever, and he whines loudly when he buries himself into your neck, grinding on you.

You stir awake easily enough and your mind slowly catches up with the fact that your boyfriend is in heat. When you finally realize what’s happening you get up and immediately get to work. Your hand slides under his baggy t-shirt, caressing his burning skin as he whines even more. When you help him out of it you don’t leave a spot untouched, for which he is grateful for. 

Then you palm him through his pants and he cries out, already begging you for more. To hurry up and get rid of all the clothes on both of you. Ever the kind partner, you oblige.

He’s panting and spread out on the mattress, surrounded by both of your belongings. 

His scent is the strongest it’s ever been and you pounce on him, kissing him senseless as your nose welcomes the pleasant notes of passionfruit. He’s so lovely under your touch, moaning and whining for you, hips constantly bucking up for more. 

Despite how much his body naturally prepared itself you still reach for your supplies, adding more lube to his hole. His eyes practically turn into hearts when he sees you stroking your alpha cock with even more lube. 

His hole fluttered and his cock twitched as he shifted his hips closer to you in an attempt to put you inside. 

Ever merciful, you test him with a few fingers, and he mewls at the way you spread them, feeling how you stretch his pussy like that. But he’s impatient and tells you to please stop teasing him. You’re not, but you can understand where he’s coming from. You mentally note to show him what teasing really feels like another day. 

Thanks every being in existence and every moment in history for how it led to the moment where you finally shove it in. Yeah, he’s dramatic. 

Instantly clings to you. His hands grasp at your back and you’re grateful he keeps his nails short as he scratches your back to fuck him harder. 

He needs the first one hard and fast, he explains. And you listen. Your precious little omega deserves the world during his heat. 

His cries fill the small apartment as he cums quickly, spurting out white ropes in between you. And just as fast as he came he tells you to keep going. You’re still good to go so you keep it up. 

You guys spend the next few hours fucking on every surface in the apartment until you end back up on the mattress, where his legs shake and he’s got cum dripping from both his cock and pussy. When he tries to ask for more, you chuckle and shake your head, telling him that he can barely move and that it’s time for rest. 

You use what’s left of your own energy cleaning him up and changing the heavily soiled sheets to get him comfortable, urging him to sit up to eat and drink before falling back asleep. 

Despite having asked for more, he was more than content, absolutely satisfied on all fronts. His red butt and bruised hips were neat little reminders of the mess you two made.

When you finish cleaning up from that first bout of his heat you rejoin him in the nest, peppering kisses all over his face until he sighs happily into your neck again. Because you were content and calm your scent was too, and it worked wonders in relaxing his muscles as he melted into you. 

He fell back asleep, amazed that he knew you’d be there for him when he woke up again.