#everyone is being very sweet and kind as I was ready to pull my hair out

[skyloftian-nutcase]

Here’s you a Time and Sky thing, late but I’ve been at work all day… part of a different wip

A brief stint in Hyrule’s era had not been kind on any of them. Foul water and dwindling supplies had made most of them ill to some extent.

It also (unfortunately for those more sensitive to corruption) produced some spectacularly awful dreams. Legend had taken dead-man’s watch as one of the few not suffering from fever, malaise or being outright laid out by the malice in the air. So he was awake when Sky shot awake with a suppressed scream.

“You alright, Birdbrain?” He asked after seeing the Chosen search the sleeping forms of the other heroes, then bundle himself in the security-blanket he called his sailcloth and… oh Din, he was crying… “Link?”

“Just a dream…” Sky was busy trying to make himself smaller as he talked to himself almost under his breath . “Can’t happen here anyway… it’s not a warning, it’s just a bad dream…”

“Sky?” He crouched in front of the knight. “What happened? What’s wrong?” Sky’s attention shot to him and Legend saw the terror from the nightmare turning to panic as Sky started to reach out towards him, then realization hit and the Chosen hurriedly wrapped his arms around himself. Legend was on watch, he really needed to be watching, not playing unwilling cuddle buddy.

“You…you haven’t had any Dreams lately, right?” He choked out. “It was just a nightmare, not a vision, right?”

“Not for a while…” he offered, but knew that was cold comfort at best. He honestly had yet to sleep tonight… there was a groan from the sprawl of the rest of the heroes and Time sat up.

“What’s wrong?”

“Just a nightmare, Old Man.” Legend tried to assure. Time looked at them, eye half-lidded with lingering sleep, and then held out an arm.

“Come ‘ere, Sky…” Sky didn’t need any further convincing, as he practically flew the short distance to Time, making the elder hero startle just a little at the sudden intensity of Sky crashing into him, but he covered it well enough. He wrapped an arm around the trembling hero. “Tell me what happened…” Legend returned to watch, but couldn’t help eavesdropping as Sky spoke between panicked sobs about a city and cruel people and someone he couldn’t see enduring their abuse and then it had turned to physical violence. The final scene left the still-unknown victim to die, far away from help and comfort. Time listened to the tale, then soothed Sky’s panic until the Chosen was lulled back to sleep.

Aww poor Sky, and that’s such a Dad thing ti just be like “what’s wrong honey” and hold your arm out and aaaahhhhhh

This is wonderful thank you for sharing 😭❤️❤️❤️

[mrsnancywheeler]

call it what you want // finnick odair x f. reader

summary: finnick can't stop himself from an endless day of teasing leaving you frustrated with an itch only he can scratch

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warnings: pure filth, smut, porn without plot, endless teasing, oral (f and m receiving), frustration, finnick's kind of mean but also so sweet, degredation, use of the words whore and slut, grinding, desperate reader, just horny things everywhere, no use of y/n, unedited, I'm sorry, not tagging anyone bc it's just porn

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Finnick Odair was the most insufferable, torturous man you knew. With his cocky tone, egotistical smirk, and the smug way he would endlessly tease you. It was like he planned to make you angry with desperation and he'd began the very morning when he'd walked into the bedroom after his early morning swim. Trailing sand and water all over the house which he knew would make you groan even if he always cleaned it up. You'd woken up with the sun and the sound of him walking into the bedroom, hardwood floors creaking. Even in your tired state you already knew that he was making a mess.

“Finnick, at least wipe off the sand with a towel when you get inside." Sleep still in your voice.

“But then I wouldn't get to listen to you complain every morning and where's the fun in that?" You wondered how his voice could already make you want to drown in it this early in the morning. Your eyes finally adjusted to see him, sun shining on the water droplets dripping down his chest, he looked like he was sculpted by the gods. Finnick stepped closer to the bed.

"Don't you dare, I don't feel like washing all the blankets today. I'll get up.” You cautioned, reluctantly moving the blankets off of you when he began crawling into the bed anyways, "Finnick!” You sighed, he was in one of his moods, the devilish kind.

“I'll wash them, honey, stop acting like you have to do anything. We both know all you have to do is be nearby, being a pretty girl for me." The way his words had you clenching around the air felt criminal, but you couldn't ponder on that for long when his lips were on yours. Filling your senses with the smell of the ocean, so comforting, so reminiscent of him. His mouth instantly took control and you followed eagerly, whining when he pulled away, pressing them to your neck.

"No marks, Finn.” You muttered out breathlessly as his hand wandered up to your breasts.

Yet you missed his warmth the moment he lifted his lips, “You sure, you don't want everyone to know you're my girl?" Everyone already knew that, but the way he said it was so convincing.

“No, I do." He rewarded you with his gorgeous, cocky smile.

“That's what I thought, sweet girl." His lips reattached to your neck, fingers pushing down the lacy top of your nightgown and you gasped when the cold air hit your nipples. Your brain was hazy again with the cold air and his hot lips attacking your neck. It was confusing when he pulled away and you hummed, puzzled by the sudden loss of content. “Gotta go take a shower, go get ready and I'll be quick, I'll make you breakfast." He pressed a fast, soft kiss to your lips and was gone in a split second. Leaving you leaning forward, disoriented and you weren't sure how long you sat there waiting to readjust from the bewilderment.

For a few hours he'd acted like nothing had happened, being his usual sweet, helpful self. He had you pick out a book to read to him as he cleaned up his mess of sand and water on the floor, cleaned the sheets and blankets, washed the dishes. All of his sweet acts had a way of making you forget what a menace he really was, it was hard to think negatively of a man who would brush your hair, make the bed, and do any other menial task for you. So initially you weren't too fazed when you'd gone to grab a cup and suddenly he was behind you to grab it for you.

“Thank you." You turned to face him and tried to ignore the heat taking over your body when his arms caged you to the counter, putting the glass down.

“Gotta take care of my sweet girl, don't I?" Finnick's lips were on yours again which would've been fine if he hadn't stepped closer, pushing you further into the counter. Hand holding the back of your head and another squeezing your ass which made you gasp into his mouth. You could feel him smiling at this before his tongue invaded your mouth. Then suddenly his hand was dropping lower, dangerously close to the hem of your dress. Instinctually you snapped your legs shut.

Finnick pulled away from your mouth just long enough to let out a “Tsk." As both of his hands fell to push your thighs apart.

“Finnick." Your eyebrows scrunched together, hips chasing forward. You couldn't stop yourself from moaning when his fingers grazed over your clothed core and then suddenly it was all gone. He'd pushed himself off the counter, away from you, had the cup in hand again and was filling it up with water. Jumbled thoughts trying to form a coherent protest.

“Drink up, honey, you're looking a little faint." He handed your somewhat shaky hand the water and touched your forehead in faux-concern, “You're burning up." You wondered how he could act like that when he had such a prominent bulge in his pants and decided you hated him for whatever game he was playing with you. Then without a word he was gone and you felt too wobbly to follow after him. Diligently drinking the cold water in hopes it would force your mind back into logical thoughts.

In his seemingly endless house you forced yourself into distracting tasks, cutting fresh flowers to arrange around the house, dusting your jewelry boxes, the small home library, anything to stop the idea you needed to find him and beg him for assistance. Occasionally you'd rub your thighs together, find yourself pushing your hips into the air and scold yourself for the lack of self-control. Frustrated with what he was doing to you without a care in the world. After you'd watered every plant, finished your book, and done every small thing you could think of you set it on yourself to search for him.

You didn't want to admit it to yourself, but the ache in your stomach needed him an unthinkable amount. Of course he was in the most obvious place, his little office, reading over something on his little loveseat. “Hi." You whispered when you tapped on the door.

He put down what he was holding instantly to look at you, nervous in his doorway, “Hi, pretty girl. What's wrong?" Finnick sounded so genuine, so sweet that you felt yourself falling apart like sugar in tea.

“Just missed you, Finn." Small, slow steps inside, looking around. You despised the way you were suddenly feeling so tiny, so helpless around him, but you loved the way you were able too.

“Spent all morning with you, honey." You almost felt guilty until you thought of the way he'd spent the morning torturing you.

“I know, m’sorry. Just so lonely.” You looked at the ground. Part of it was true, but also you wanted some part of him to pity you enough to stop you from tingling.

“Well I can't have you feeling like that, sweet girl, come here." You smiled when you rushed over to sit in his lap, legs wrapping around him. Of course he knew what you were doing and he prided himself for making you this nervous and desperate. Your face buried into his neck and he bucked forward so slightly you would've thought you missed it except it very much made your mouth fall open, fingernails digging into his arms. It felt like your inhibitions had left you when your body automatically responded by rubbing your clothed pussy on the rough materials of his pants. Surprisingly he let you, long enough that you were suppressing noises in his neck when he was picking you up with seemingly no effort. He glanced out the window, “I have to start dinner." He smiled and rose from the couch, leaving you, soaked, in his office.

You felt so teased that your brain couldn't form a rational train of thought. This was confirmed when you started crying in frustration, angry that he was doing this to you. You'd take anything, you were sure if he even touched you one more time it would get you off without him even being near the place that ached for him the most. The sun had gone down when you'd stopped your stream of tears, the sniffling, and mostly gotten over how embarrassed you were for rubbing yourself against him.

You toyed with your dress as you shamefully entered the kitchen, the lights overtaking you. “Was about to send a search party out for you, honey. Just finishing up though." He barely spared you a glance as he pulled two plates out of the cupboard.

You nodded, but said nothing as you sat at the table. Sticky thighs pressed together as you shifted in your seat uncomfortably. If Finnick noticed your odd silence he said nothing as he handed you your plate, "Thanks.” You were flooded with embarrassment for how shaky your voice was.

“Of course, always taking care of my girl." What a liar, you needed him more than you'd ever thought you had before and he'd done nothing but been endlessly cruel. A clock ticked in the silent room as you played with your fork. “Honey, you need to eat."

“I'm not hungry." You crossed your arms, seething with the way the sensation seemed to worsen just by looking at him. “Can't even think." You muttered, losing any semblance of respectability you thought you held as you buried your head in your hands.

"Why not?” He looked so mystified and you hated his act even more.

"You're being so mean to me, Finn.” You cried out, shaking your head, "It's not fair!”

"How am I being mean? I've been taking such good care of you, I always do.” You hummed a disagreement, shaking your head, looking up to pout. “So pathetic, honey, I take care of you, and you never use your words, then start throwing a fit at the dinner table." He clicked his tongue in disapproval, head shaking as he leaned back on his chair.

“No, I’ve been good! Haven't touched myself and you kept teasing.”

Finnick tilted his head like he was considering your words, a mocking pout reflecting yours. "You're right, good girls don't touch themselves. But good girls also don't start rubbing their pussy on me when I'm trying to check on them.”

You sob into your hands, "Please, Finnick, I really can't take anymore. It hurts and I've been trying so hard all day, I'm not trying to be bad, I promise.”

"Maybe you're not trying, but you're throwing a tantrum like a little brat. I would've given you what you wanted eventually, but you're so ungrateful.”

If he wanted a fit, you could throw a fit and part of you wanted to with how treacherous he was being. “I'm not ungrateful, you're just being so mean to me, ever since I woke up! You won't even let me suck you off." You crossed your arms again, hot with rage and need.

“Yes, I will. Come over here and help me out, thought you didn't even think about what you were doing to me." You hadn't really done anything, he'd started it, but you didn't argue when you instantly knelt down in front of him.

“I have, wanted your cock in my mouth all day, so badly, Finn." He groaned and you eagerly unzipped his pants.

"Then suck.” Finnick said exhaling and you kissed his tip, licking the pre-cum off of it. You kissed every inch of it you could, trying to hide the way your hips started to move. Just being able to do this was probably enough to help you unwind until he was tilting your face up. “Stop humping the air and be good for me." Before you could mumble out a sorry he'd let your lips right back to him. Instantly your wrapped them around him, part of you wanted to tease him just as he'd done to you all day. Starting slowly, cheeks hollowed as he moaned. He must have known you wanted revenge when his hands were in your hair. “God, I have to do everything." Roughly using your mouth, guiding you up and down as you gagged on his length. It didn't take long for him to come undone, for his string of curses and moans to lead to him filling your mouth. You swallowed every last bit of it before pulling away as his fingers loosened. “Your mouth is so good, honey, but that doesn't change the fact that I face fucked you, you didn't suck me off." He shook his head as he breathlessly admonished you.

Exhausted from trying to beg him you laid your head on his knee. “You didn't give me the time." You whispered, voice shaking. Your brain so foggy that you decided to accept defeat.

Finnick's fingers were suddenly much softer and so was his voice as he lead your face up, making you look at him. “Hey, of course I'm gonna take care of you, sweet girl, you didn't think I was gonna get you all worked up for so long and not leave you like this all night, did you? Just messing with you, don't think about what I was saying, you've been so good for me. So patient." You were crying in relief, forcing your face back into his knee. "Come on honey, let me take care of my needy girl.” He moved your head again, grabbing a hand to lift you as he stood from the chair. Guiding you to the bedroom. “Strip for me, sweet girl."

You mindlessly nodded to his instructions, sitting on the bed when you finished. “Thank you."

“How do you want me to help you out, honey?"

“Can I have your mouth please, Finn?" You muttered and he nodded.

“Of course you can, gonna make you feel so good." He pulled a pillow closer to your head, "Lay down for me.” You obeyed and he settled between your legs. Breath fanning on your core, making your buck your hips towards his face. "My pretty girl has such a pretty pussy, dripping for me. How long do you think it'll take?” He kissed your labia and you moaned so loudly it echoed in your head. “I think I've got you so ready that it'll be fast and if we're lucky you'll be seeing stars, won't you, sweet girl?"

“Please, Finn." You whined and suddenly he was devouring you. Face buried inside your cunt, your thighs started to close when his hands, in tune with your expected movements, held them open. “Oh my god, Finn, so good!" Your hands curled into the sheets, toes curling, bucking against his face. His nose rubbing against your sensitive clit as his tongue explored. You let your fingers wander up to his hair, tugging at the golden locks and nearly screaming when he moaned into you. It felt impossible that you were so worked up that you felt so close to unraveling already. “Keep going, so close!"

“Gonna cum all over my face, sweet girl? Wanna taste you." Finnick instantly was back on you, somehow with more intensity than before. He was right when you did come you could've sworn you saw stars, especially when he latched himself onto your clit the moment your orgasm started. Refusing to let up as you did in fact scream your way through it. You felt yourself hazily bucking away.

“Can't, Finn, s’too much." You whined and he chuckled.

“Just taste so good, honey, I'm just cleaning you up, okay?" You knew he was lying, that he'd stay like this until you were desperate to get away yet begging for more, and you nodded anyway. Accepting a different kind of defeat, you deserved it after the day he'd given you, at least that's what you told yourself when he dove right back into your core.

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I rarely write smut, so I hope this is up to snuff, and I'm kinda nervous. But here y'all go, I was just feeling it tonight. Feedback, likes, comments, reblogs are all super appreciated and my ask box/requests are always open, I'm working on some requested headcannons right now! thank you for reading, love you all 💋

[its-time-to-write]

OOOO what about reader falling asleep on jamie’s shoulder after a late away game (maybe they come along to games on the bus) and realizing how much he loves them

Thanks for requesting! This one is a lot shorter, but I hope it’s what you’re looking for <3

silent sleepers

Rebecca lets you come to games on the team bus. Well, you say she lets you, it’s really the team’s choice. She’s just the one who signs off on it. You go for Jamie, who gives you the window seat and holds your hand the whole way there and back, joking with the lads. You don’t talk a whole lot, but you don’t really mind. Sometimes Colin or Isaac will turn around from the seat in front of you and you’ll spend an hour chatting and laughing about whatever, but for the most part you just look out the window and think.

Life is busy, so you don’t often get time to sit without having to talk. It’s nice to be here on this smelly bus, holding Jamie’s hand because you’re both relaxed. 

A voice breaks through your reverie. “Good morning, Mrs. Tartt.”

You look away from the window to see a grinning Dani turned around in his seat in front of you.

You smile. “I’m not his wife, Dani.”

“Not yet anyway, eh?” Still grinning, he pokes Jamie who gives him a cut it out motion where you can’t see. 

You don’t notice and laugh, blushing a little. You’ve only kind of talked about the future with Jamie, and you don’t really think he’s the type to settle down like that. It’s ok, you’ll take him however you can get him. You settle into your seat, ready for an hour of comparing hair products with Dani.

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The game went well, and you’re all piled into the bus. Everyone is excited, but so, so tired. The chatter has turned to a dull murmur as you hug Jamie’s arm, watching the lights go by out the window. He’s warm and you can feel him breathe, and pretty soon you’re passed out, asleep on his shoulder.

Jamie, on the other hand, is sitting very, very still. He doesn’t want to wake you, especially because you don’t usually sleep very well. He presses a light kiss on the top of your head and you twitch, so he pulls away. He looks at you, with your eyes closed and mouth parted, muscles relaxed after being constantly tensed. Hair slightly tousled. He could sit here like this forever. 

He thinks about Dani’s teasing words earlier. Mrs. Tartt. He turns the words over in his head. Mr. and Mrs. Tartt. The Tartts. He likes how that sounds. 

God, he sounds like a fucking middle school boy, writing your name over and over in the notebook in his mind, hearts in the margins.

In all honesty, you were one of the best things that happened to him. He’s not sure how he pulled you in the same way you’re not sure how you pulled him, but he supposes it’s good that you think you’re mutually out of each other’s league. It’s a little bit sweet. 

You had some initial awkwardness about him being a famous footballer, but you worked through it. Hell, you two worked through everything. You refused to back down from a disagreement, with the mantra it’s not you against me, it’s you and me against the problem. 

You were also funny. He swore you two were the funniest people on earth once you got going. He felt like you two could do everything together. He wanted to do everything together. A thought flashes through his brain. Our kids will be fuckin’ adorable. He doesn’t dwell on the fact that his brain said will instead of could.

You let out a little sigh, bringing him back to reality.

Dani peeps over and winks at Jamie. 

“Ey, muchacho, good game today, no?”

“Yeah, yeah, good, yeah,” Jamie whispers. “Hey, Dani.”

Dani cocks his head to say what?

“Mate. You gotta play it cool, man.”

“Whatever do you mean?” Dani asks innocently. “I always play my coolest. I think it was pretty evident in the goal I scored today.”

Jamie rolls his eyes. “You know that’s not what I mean. I’m talking about on way over here when you made that fucking Mrs. Tartt joke.”

Dani places a hand over his heart. “You mean to tell me you do not want her to be Mrs. Tartt and I have made things uncomfortable for you? Oh no, I feel awful.”

Jamie would sock him in the arm if you didn’t have a death grip on him in your sleep. He levels Dani with a stare. “You know exactly what I’m talking about muchacho. You know how hard she is to surprise and if you ruin it, I’m sending Isaac after your hair.”

Dani gasps. “You wouldn’t.”

“Fuckin’ try me,” Jamie grins. 

Dani grins back and turns back around in his seat. Jamie looks down at you one last time and uses his other hand to reach into his left pocket. The little black box he carries everywhere is safe inside. He breathes out a sigh and rests his head on top of yours. 

Mrs. Tartt. Yeah, it’s going to happen.

[beneatheaven]

friends with benefits with soobin

lowercase intended, 1,512 words, haven’t proof read

smut under cut, minors do not interact

another weekend just hanging out at a friends house. this was a more chill and quiet house party. people entering in and out of the house to the backyard, the comfort in seeing your close friends and catching up with them after a week of stressful classes.

what you didn't expect was to see soobin talking to another girl.

not that either of you were exclusive, you just messed around with each other.. a lot. to the point were you both promised each other, this would just between the two of you. he didn't like the thought of you sucking another guys dick, and you didn't like the thought of kissing other girls. so to say you were jealous, was putting it very lightly.

he knew this would hurt you, just seeing him next to another girl, so maybe you were being too possessive, not that he's ever had a problem with that in bed. that was until she leaned in closer to whisper something in his ear, and he flashed a smile at her.

it made your blood boil, what did she say? and what does she want from him. he was yours, kind of, right? running out to the backyard to get away from the sight. it was starting to get too overstimulating with the overthinking.

taking a seat on one of the couple of chairs sprawled outside, taking some time to yourself thinking if any of this was worth it. the idea of you two dating has come up in conversation before. but you had to jump in and say you were too busy for anything serious at the moment. the reality was that, you felt like you weren't good enough for him.

the sound of the sliding door opening and footsteps getting closer to you had broken you out of your thoughts. turning your head to see who had came out, it was soobin. "hey it looked like something happened, are you okay?" he said while coming by to sit to a chair next to you.

"i'm fine, but looks like you were getting comfortable over there." the tone in your voice, he could pick up that you were upset at him. "y/n it's not like that, we were just getting to know each other." his hand finding yours to hold. trying to comfort you, what he did best.

"maybe you can get to know each other some more alone.." you couldn't look at him in the eyes, you felt so frustrated. "i promised you i wouldn't do that with anyone else, you remember right?" nodding your head, he was so patient with you, you didn't deserve him.

"i remember, i'm sorry i just got.. upset." he let out a quiet laugh, he was just so cute. "aw my girl got jealous didn't she?" he leaned into you to whisper "you'll always be my girl." he said as he left small kisses on your neck. he always called you that, and you never had a problem with it, even with the terms you were on.

your heart ached for him, and he felt the same way, he just wanted you to be ready. he didn't want to scare you by coming off to strong or mess up and lose you. maybe it was time to let go and be ready for him. "yes i'll always be yours." turning to him and sharing a sweet kiss.

kissing him felt so sweet and meant to be, there couldn't be anyone else for either of you. bringing your hands up to his face to hold him and deepen the kiss. he reciprocates with his hand finding it's way to your waist. whining into your mouth at the way you pull at his hair slightly, bitting down onto your bottom lip.

"did you miss me baby?" looking at you with hooded eyes "i always miss you." whimpering at him. "don't want anyone else but you soobin, please be mine." a small smile appears on his face. "do you really mean that?" his touch on your waist became softer. "yes, i'm so sorry for making you wait." "i'd wait forever if that's it took." he said immediately. your chest ached at how he made you feel so loved. leaning into kiss him again, your favorite thing ever.

"god i want you so bad, confessing really does something to you doesn't it?" giggling at his words. "we can't do it here everyone is gonna hear." you said as he peppered kisses from your neck up to your ear. "hmm you know how you always wanted to try pubic sex?" whispering into your ear. "mm very briefly, and it'd still be very obvious to everyone."

he started looking around the back yard, anywhere to hide or sneak behind. his eyes landing on a ladder still propped up to head onto the rooftop. there was a flat area, he knew what the next step was. "look, we can go up there." you turned your head to where his focus was. "are you serious?" questioning his thoughts right now. "let me just taste you, and i can take you to my place after for some more..privacy, promise." giving you a quick kiss on your lips. "okay, but just because i know you'll keep your promise."

both of you stood up and made your way over. he helped you get onto the roof smoothly. almost scared you were going to fall off but he held onto your hands tightly. he took off his sweater for you to lay on. making sure this experience was comfortable for you. once he had you under him, he went in to kiss you, one and on your waist and the other holding your face. your hands all over his back, pulling him down closer to you.

bucking your hips up into his would make him moan into your mouth. his sweet moans you loved to hear, all just for you. he removed his hand from your face, bringing it down to to your skirt. hand going under it and pushing your panties to the side."you're so wet for me bay, all for me right." quietly moaning into his ear. trying your best to keep quiet.

coming closer to your ear. "shh not too loud, don't want anyone hearing you do we." shaking your head, he had you so weak for him. running his fingers up and down your folds, lightly pinching your clit, making your knees buckle. thighs clamping around his hand.

he inserted two fingers, thrusting them slowly into you. breathing heavily while looking at his fingers going in and out of you. he would leave wet kisses around your neck, kiss you hard if you were about to get too loud. after a couple more thrust, he took his fingers out to raise your skirt higher and take your panties off. kissing them before putting them into his pocket for later. making your cheeks heat up.

"hold onto me baby." bringing one of your hands to his hair before he brought his lips to your wet pussy. his tongue landing right onto your sensitive clit first, inserting his fingers into you once again. giving it kisses while he thrusted his fingers.

he would go so fast, lapping his tongue on you, having to cover your mouth from your loud moans and whimpers. "good girl, you're so good for me y/n. my perfect girl." gripping onto his hair harder each time his fingers hit that spot inside you. "yea pull my hair like that baby." a loud moan slipping past your hand when he went harder.

he could feel your thighs slightly shaking, you were getting close. "cum on my tongue bay, for me yea?" "yes for you, god yes." taking his mouth off your pussy to kiss you as he kept thrusting his fingers into you. your hands gripping his hair and his shoulders. digging your nails into his long sleeve shirt, the feeling of his soft hair against your hand felt so comforting.

coming down from your high, legs shaking around his hand, chanting his name over and over in a whisper onto his lips. holding him down close to you once again, his closeness was your safe space. he brought his fingers to his lips, licking your juices clean off his fingers. "you came so much, all from going down on you, did you miss me?" catching his breath, you could see how wet his mouth was from you.

"yes, but i don't have to miss you any longer, right?" shaking his head at you, another sweet kiss onto your lips. "no, my girlfriend never has to miss me." smiling up at him. "hmm now can my boyfriend take me home? it's so uncomfortable up here." laughing at how long you both had been up there. "yes yes he will. i'll go down first, and carry you to the car, and wear my sweater to cover you." peppering your face with kisses as he made his way down the ladder. soobin was finally yours.

[f4irydaydreams]

mike and dustin find out about eddies secret girlfriend

a/n oops it went longer than i thought it would. not proof read at all </3 kind of bad but a cute idea i had. we could all use a little fluff right now:) i also really wanna bake cookies soo

no one would’ve thought that eddie ‘the freak’ munson would be dating someone as sweet as y/n l/n.

she wasn’t popular like the crissy and the other cheerleaders but everyone knew her, since she was one of the nicest people at hawkins high. she wasn’t particularly outgoing or chatty but the minute she found someone she felt comfortable around, her thoughts would spill out of her mouth.

it wasn’t likely for her to cross paths with eddie munson. y/n always had an eye out for him. something about his big doe eyes and silly smile stood out to her from a distance. she was always too shy to approach him.

when eddie saw y/n walking home in the pouring rain one afternoon he couldnt just leave her there. one thing led to another and their unexpected friendship turned into secret romance. 

its not that she was embarrassed around him or that they went out of the way to hide things, he just wanted to keep her to himself for as long as he could. 

and he knew hellfire would lost their minds over someone like her.

y/n spent a lot of time in eddies trailer since his uncle was barely around and her parents werent exactly present. his place had changed a but since she was practically living there. everything was cleaner and so much more organized. 

a few of her little trinkets started to make their way into eddies room. of course he never noticed. bottle of pink nail polish standing out beside his black ones. a couple hair ribbons lying around. a small teddy that looked extremely out of place in eddies chaotic room. some stuff even made it’s way around the trailer, like a vase of tulips sitting by the front door.

just because eddie didnt pay mind to these things dosent mean it wasnt starting to become obvious that there was a girl in his life. 

dustin and mike felt something was off sitting on the living room couch in eddies trailer waiting for him to bring out a hellfire shirt, that mike accidentally burnt. the place was a little nicer that they last saw and the kitchen area smelled strongly of cookies.

they were too scared to question eddie who was already upset, considering this is the third time one of the these munchkins have ‘disrespected’ the hellfire shirt. 

“you two, dont move. dont snoop. and dont touch anything” 

mike an dustin gave each other the same look the minute eddie was out of sight. 

dustin breaks the silence, “are we sure this is eddies trailer?” 

before mike could get a word out he was interrupted by the sound of keys being jammed into the lock. the boys were ready to run out thinking mr munson was back home.

neither of them were prepared to see a pretty girl walk in wearing what seemed to be a pink hellfire shirt? their jaws were practically on the floor. 

“sorry i took so long my love, i think the cookies are almost— uhm wheres eddie?”

she froze in front of the two boys who looked like they had a hundred questions to ask. 

 “hes uh we were just” “eddies in his room”

the boys clearly stumbling over their words stared mindlessly. wondering why there was a girl in eddies trailer baking cookies out of everything. 

“eddie!”, the girls eyes lit up as he walked into the room to see his girl standing in front of two very puzzled teenage boys. 

“eddie who is this?” “why is she wearing a hellfire shirt?” “no why is she baking cookies for you?” “did you give her your keys?”

the boys panicked rambling was amusing to y/n who was now smiling at their outburst.

“alright can it dipshits!” he wrapped his arm around the her waist tugging her close to him. “this is my girlfriend, y/n. no i will not be answering any questions”

she shly waved at the boys and placed a small kiss on eddies cheek before going to the back to pull the cookies off the cooling rack. 

“here have some! i just baked them its a new recipe. you kids must be hungry and i know eddie dosent feed you at hellfire” she smiled brightly at the boys handing them the freshly backed, slightly crooked looking chocolate chip cookies. 

“uhm thank you. but first can i ask you something?” 

“sure! mike wheeler right? im friends with your sister”

“yeah uhm you’re dating eddie? i mean eddies great but youre so sweet and hes so.....you know”

eddie smacked the boys head lightly, “whats that supposed to mean?” 

y/n bit her lip to keep her from laughing, their little secret was out but they didn’t mind it at all.

“hes quite the charmer and secretly a big softie”, y/n pulled his face down and booped his nose giggling, “arent you baby”

eddie groaned at her cheesiness knowing she was messing with him in front of his friends.  

its safe to say his friends never saw eddie the same way again. he wanted to keep your sweet soul to himself for a bit longer but he loved that he could show everyone how much he loved you <33

[novaqueenofmadness]

Sweet Puppy

summary: James dragged his friends out to a nightclub cause he heard Lily was going. Loser

tags(?): soft, a bit suggestive, we are drinking a tiny bit

a/n: enjoy, sleep deprived again (actually that’s a warning, i’m sleep deprived again)

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“Can I buy you a drink?”

“You’re paying for it?”

With a nod from him you made eye contact with your friend. A signal to keep an eye on you as you stepped to the bar with the stranger. Getting there the kind stranger signalled for you to take your pick. You asked the bartender for your drink and turned to look at the man.

“So what's up” straight to the point. He looked very nervous and while you didn’t come out today with the intention of accepting free drinks from strangers you decided to give him a chance.

“ah- right to it right ok. You see that pretty girl in the back by the table near the plants?”

Quickly glancing at your drink still being made you did a swift look over. It looked as if you were turning to look at your friends but did a quick glance in the direction he’d told and looked for the girl. You turned back over casually leaning against the bar again. You'd seen her, a pretty girl with a nice head of fiery red hair tied up in a ponytail, she was wearing a pair of printed flare pants with a matching tie crop top that complimented her eyes. She looked good and she knew it, and clearly the bloke beside you knew it too.

“She’s cute” you yourself were ready to waltz up to her and ask her to dance with you.

“She’s my ex-girlfriend and well, I was w-“ your drink was placed in front of you. Smiling at the bartender in gratitude you slid a bit closer to the stranger beside you. In a low voice without looking at him and grabbing a hold of your drink you casually told him “put your arm around my waist.”

“Wha-“

“Just do it~” your voice, even if obstructed by the cup close to your lips, was velvety.

“Right yeah” clearing his throat he put his arm the way you’d instructed him, he cautiously pulled you a bit closer and couldn’t help himself rubbing his thumb over your clothes. You were wearing velvet after all. “I know it sounds desperate but I want to try to make her jealous and also not look like a complete fool. I know you saw her, she’s got all this attention from everyone, people can’t help but look at her she’s beautiful” to you he did sound like a complete fool just saying that. But he also looked like a kicked puppy thrown aside in the rain with those gorgeous eyes of his and you couldn’t resist pretty boys with sad eyes.

Looking back at your drink, and then a quick glance around you turned to properly face him. You placed your left hand on his arm resting on the bar, feeling muscle under the loose dress shirt he was wearing and swiping your thumb over it, and raised your right to brush some curls that had fallen on his face. “Fine i’ll bite,” you brought your face a bit closer to his, “What’s your name darling?” your coy grin present on your lips and honey dripping from your words.

A surprised smile broke on his face, being this close to him you could appreciate even more how handsome he looked with the pretty apples on his cheeks and his rosy lips, his eyes making it almost impossible to look anywhere else. “You will? That’s- you’re awesome, James my name is James” quickly adding “Potter” right after as if he’d forgotten it.

“James that’s a sweet name Jamie,” again you sounded so sweet in his ears he wasn’t sure if it was a trick of the music blasting from the speakers outside or if the alcohol he hadn’t even consumed yet was somehow making its way to his system. “Are you gonna ask me mine sweetheart?”

He hadn’t even thought of that, with you being so close and the touch of your fingers now playing with his hair his mind was going blank the only thing he could really think about right this second was the way your eyes seemed to draw him in. He managed to put the thoughts together to make the sentence and then force it out of his mouth, your hand had moved to his nape leaving a feathery trail where your fingertips hand skimmed and were now playing with the soft hair there. You introduced yourself to him and he couldn’t help but think how well your name suited you. It crossed his mind how well it felt rolling through his tongue.

“No pet name for me?” you turned back to the bar to finish your drink teasingly pouting, removing your right hand from his nape to his upper arm, feeling muscle there as well and quietly admiring the swell of it.

Coming back down to earth now that your eyes weren’t keeping him in place, James got his game back on. “You want one? I could call you doll? How about honey? Sweet like your voice.” He watched you tilt your head back, finishing your drink, empty cup resting on the counter. His eyes slightly widened in pleasant surprise, still smiling. Looks like he got lucky coming to you tonight, you seemed relaxed and maybe fun to spend the time with. Your eyes focused back on him and immediately “I think sweetheart fits you perfectly.” Tumbled right out his lips. If he was playing the lovesick fool part for his plan to make his ex jealous you’d have to give it to him, he looked ready to fall head over heels.

Turning properly to face him you put your left hand on his chest and grabbed his chin with the other “Whatever you say honey” you tilted your head a bit and could tell the pretty redhead was still looking your way. “Jamie darling, you feel comfortable kissing me right now?” The hands that were resting on your hips, caressing the velvet of your outfit, stuttered a bit and you could feel his grip tighten a smidge. “You don’t have to just a peck or just-“ you decided to play it safe and pulled him to you, laying a sweet kiss on his cheek near the corner of his lip and giving him an even sweeter smile. You were absolutely what cavities were made of. He was sure of it.

That got him dazed, if he had been a cartoon on the telly he would’ve had hearts popping off the top of his head and little spirals in his eyes. James even let out a small dreamy sigh. He wasn’t sure if it was your shiny eyes, the sweetness of your voice, or your glossy lips but he felt completely enamoured by you. You giggled at the look on his face and lack of response and decided to take charge of his little plan. “Let me introduce you to my friend just in case, come on.” He followed exactly like the little puppy his eyes made out to be.

You walked him over to your friends, wrapping yourself around his bulky arm. Pressing there, knowing he could feel the warmth your body gave off through his shirt. You were more than sure this man did some type of contact sport. He was well filled everywhere you could see and you put your hands on. Your friend that had been keeping an eye on you when you stepped away raised an amused eyebrow. You left to get a free drink and you come back with a lovesick puppy. Not very you as you tended to get your drink and make an excuse to leave with it. “James this is my friend Fabian and his boyfriend Leah, that’s Mora, it's a nickname, her boyfriend Danny…” you introduced a few others and then turned to address the group “Everyone this is James, my boyfriend tonight,” you saw a few ready to ask but you quickly added with a slight laugh “don’t ask questions.”

James said his hellos and made small conversation with some while you and Fabian had an inconspicuous visual conversation, smiles, rolls of the eyes and some laughs exchanged between the two, Fabian aware you’d stay safe either ways.

You changed your hold on him now embracing him around his waist and looking at him. “Let's meet your friends. I'm sure you didn’t come here alone, ya know like a complete loser” you told him teasingly. He took your jab with a grin and placed a kiss on your temple.

“No, I'm not a complete loser just yet, especially not with you next to me like this, i’ll introduce you they’re over here” James began to guide you to the other side of the outside area. Throwing a quick look back at Fabian with a nod to keep an eye out for you as you would for him. When you two made it across and stopped there were three guys before you.

“Who'd you get to go along with your sorry plan Prongs?” It was a good looking man with some too-good-to-be-true hair and a piercing set of eyes that quickly admired the outfit you wore and settled back on your pretty face.

“How much is he paying you? Blink twice if it’s against your will.” This one had fluffy brown hair and appeared to be the tallest out of the four, he had some scars littering his face and on the hand that was holding his drink but you thought it added to his allure.The third man didn’t say much but let out a small laugh at what the other two had said, nodding your way.

Exasperated James gave the two a deadpan look “It’s not a sad plan ok, and i’m not paying her, she’s not not being held hostage, I clearly still have more game than you lot” he puffed chest a bit, hand still on your waist from when he was guiding you over.

“That's not the impression I’m getting,” the taller one pointed out sarcastically and laughed while taking a drink. James turned over to see you making eye contact with a laughing Sirius and blinking twice, waiting a second then blinking twice again.

“Sweetheart you’re supposed to be on my side” even if he was slightly whining there was amusement in his voice and he couldn’t hide and grin on his face. It somewhat warmed his heart to see you joking with best mates upon first meeting them.

“Right right” you straighten yourself out not hiding your laugh and making yourself comfortable in James’ comfy chest again, his arms wrapping around you instinctively. You introduced yourself to them with a smile that made them blush lightly and turned your head to look at James. once again dazed at having you so close but at least able to pick up it was his turn for introductions.

“These are my best mates, known them since first year. The quiet one there is Peter we honestly had to drag him here” (“as you had with the rest of us.”) James was telling you calmly right next to your ear, this didn’t need to look like first time interactions “the walking lightpost that believes you a hostage is Remus” who threw a quick raised brow his way.

“Mate she blinked twice, multiple times”

“Besides the point, moving on. and the damp dog with the luscious wig and tacky leather jacket is Sirius.”

“Oi, the ladies love the jacket and the hair grows right out of my own scalp”

“It does? I'm ready to believe Jamie here, that hair’s too good to actually be yours” and it did, it was shiny and had a soft look to it. The effortless look to it looked too good to be real, almost magic. You wouldn’t blame him for trying to fool a couple people with it; he looked like he knew his way around a lace front.

“I'd let you give it a couple tugs if you ever want to find out for yourself” his smile was just the right amount of sultry and jokey to know he was a big flirt in the group. You briefly wondered how many others he had used that line on.

You were ready to give your response when James pulled you a bit closer to his chest, chest that you had made yourself very comfortable on. “Back it up Padfoot she’s mine” the way he had brushed his lips against the back of your neck made the jest in his tone gain some edge to it. While Sirius was hot, you couldn’t deny that, James was really pushing all your right buttons to make you putty on his plush pecs.

“Sorry Paddy, you can give another try if you ever see me out and about again” James nipped at your shoulder but you sent Sirius a wink nonetheless.

“Jamie? Paddy?” Remus had been listening to the banter while he sipped his drink and found your pet names amusing, found you interesting, you really seemed to just fall right in with them.

“Yeah, you want one too?” Turning your head to James, noses nearly bumping together, your eyes also flicked over to Sirius, “What do you guys call him? James is Prongs, not asking, and Sirius is Padfoot, also not asking, what about Remus and Peter?” James again got lost in your closeness and then the way he had you pressed against him and how relaxed you looked in his arms. You almost reminded him of a cat bathing in the sun by a window, languidly lounging there entirely at peace. The thought of Lily was but a far memory at this moment.

Seeing as James wasn’t able to process a single sentence right now, Sirius took the initiative. “Dearest Remus is Moony,” slinging an arm around his shoulder and shaking him a bit. ”Peter here is Wormtail” putting his other arm around the smaller man and patting his head in a friendly manner.

“I’m going to hope Moony isn’t implying you moon unsuspecting people” Remus flushed lightly at that one, and Peter wheezed while Sirius threw his head back holding on to the two. “I’ll stick to Remy-“

“I don-“ his mouth was open to protest but you raised a hand waving it about.

“Not my business Remy, just make sure police don’t catch you unless it’s from your own home, I’m not sure how the public indecency charges would work there but again not my business,” you were quick to move on.

“Bu-“

“No butts Moony please, and for Peter… I don't see you sporting a rat tail as a hairstyle so Pete works fine right?” Remus mouth was left opening and closing like a fish out of water, Peter nodded to the name, Sirius continued to laugh at his friend’s anguish.

Finally James snapped out of his haze and all the previous speech computed in his brain, slowly, but it did and he let out a hearty laugh that you could feel vibrating through your back. “Moony… you haven’t actually… naughty naughty.” His eyes jokingly squinting over at his friend.

Remus gave up and just huffed out a laugh, he felt at ease with the new person around. Glad it wasn���t some snobby priss that James ended up picking up tonight. “Har har, your girl is hilarious Prongs”

“Thanks that why i chose her”

“With those eyes you were practically begging for me darling” you were back on your shit. Fully turning in his arms facing him. A look over his shoulder you could see the pretty ex throwing glances James' way obviously wondering who you were. You seemed cosy with James and friendly as well as chatty with his friends. Just where did you come out from?

Why not put on a show? Your friends liked to say you liked your dramatics. Peter, Remus and Sirius were still debating the implications of the name Moony and whether Remus had actually mooned anyone (He denied denied denied). You began to caress James cheek and littered soft kisses on his chin and jaw. Nothing sexual, just softness, but Merlin did it send butterflies to James’ stomach. You let your free hand brush the collar of his shirt when you pulled back and merely readjusted it, not sparing a glance at the maybe fuming (this is speculation of course) redhead in the background. Playing it casual you turned back around and made conversation with the lads. James kept pulling you close, brushing your hair and giving your skin pecks here and there whenever he got the chance. His hands were always playing with your hair or kept petting the soft of your velvet but they were always doing something. You’d kiss his arm whenever he shifted or turned you head and peck his face anywhere you could reach. The lads just grinned and sometimes giggled no doubt catching Lily hastily whispering with a friend, pretending not to be looking, or doing her best to look unbothered.

You all talked about random things for a bit while listening to the music. You’d asked them about their previous school, to which they got a bit flustered and briskly mentioned something about a boarding school on the countryside (very totally boring according to Sirius), you didn’t push it after the jab Remus sent to Sirius’ ribs for his horrible attempt to stir you away from the topic, guess it worked, jobs were mentioned (Remus was studying to be a professor, Sirius was well off but was doing an arts degree for fun, Peter wasn’t sure himself and James said something like a police officer [arrest ME] but didn’t go much into detail), but overall just casual chatter.

And then you heard the start to the good music, the one that really made you want to go inside into the dance floor because you couldn’t stop shaking your hips to the sound and singing the lyrics quietly to yourself. All of which James found even more endearing.

“Darling let's go dance, what do you guys say? music’s good enough for you? I’m sure there’s a few others waiting for you lot to go inside.” You were eager, the music was calling you and you had a dance partner right here with you. Your excitement was contagious since soon enough Sirius was dragging Remus and Peter and you James who once again followed you like a puppy would a butterfly.

Inside, the bass of the music could be felt in your chest, you could feel the cold air the venue attempted to blast to keep people cool but was quickly overpower by the body heat of the people around you. Peter did try to dance, bouncing on the spot and quickly being brought into a bouncy circle by a group beside your own, Remus and Sirius were unbothered, all over each other dancing, hands anywhere, much like you and James.

Your back was to his front grinding, at times lazely swaying but you kept leaning on to his chest and your hands would pull him closer by reaching back and tugging his hair and brushing his sides or skimming his upper thighs and leaving your hand there for support. James didn’t know where not to put his hands. Your hips, up to your waist, guiding you with the tempo to rock against just right or matching your own set tempo at times, he’d stroke his hand over your stomach and let one rest right at the bottom of it, other hand on your hip following your movements. It was obvious you knew how to move to the music, clearly unbothered if it seemed too obscene for the public or stupid and goofy, you were just here to enjoy the music and do your thing. Sometimes you’d even know the lyrics to a song and turn to James, hooking your arms around his neck and serenading him as if you’d been doing it all your life. James couldn’t get enough of you. He’d dance along, sing even to the songs he didn’t know and twirl and swing you around when he felt like it. You had inadvertently made him entirely forget the reason he had dragged his friends out tonight and why he had talked to you in the first place. He only had eyes for you and the carefree feeling you lit in him. He could dance with you the whole night and not get tired, watch and listen to you sing to him and laugh whenever Remus or Sirius threw it back on you or when you’d twirl Peter around after he joined the group again. You had found your group of friends you had come tonight with and they joined. The group becoming bigger, making more space and everyone more than happy to mingle together.

It had been hours of dancing, drinking, giggles and butterfly kisses tickling each other’s skin. A song that sounded lewd enough to make your grandma drop in mortification along with a variety of innuendo sprinkled in it was playing, you and James in your own little world long disconnected from everybody else. The rock of your hips was slow but on beat with the song and James couldn’t help but pull you in a bit harder with the hand on your waist whenever you would rock back onto him. His other hand that was your waist unlatched and started its ascent on your body. You could feel the tingling his fingertips were leaving as they trailed up from the lower part of your stomach he’d been caressing earlier, tickling you right between your rib cage, up your valley and finally reaching and snuggly resting on your neck. You were still dancing but he tilted your chin to look at him, you could see the yearning in his eyes. Earlier he had the eyes of a cuddly puppy, ready to roll over if you just told him to but now he looked at you like a lion ready to pounce on an unsuspecting gazelle. You looked ready to be ravished. His pupils were blown wide and his hair was messy with how much you had been pulling and tossing it throughout the night, his cheeks were rosy from the heat around and you're sure he was ready to devour you when you saw his adam’s apple bob after licking his lips. The two of you maintained heavy eye contact, his pretty eyes drowning you in a pool of want and your lidded ones enticing him impossibly closer.

Looking at you and recalling how good you made this night out to be James wasn’t sure he was ready to leave you tonight without at least kissing you. If this was the last time he would ever see you he wanted to have a taste of you. Your respectful pecks you peppered on his skin throughout the night made him feel on cloud 9, he couldn't recall the last time he’d felt so dotted on like that and you were just pretending. He couldn’t help but wonder what your kisses full of love actually felt like, he also couldn’t help the sudden want need to experience them. His thumb started to caress the side of your neck where he could feel your pulse. It was racing but it felt so at peace to him. Vaguely from his peripheral vision he could make out a shade of blazing red that would be directly in his line of vision if he just looked up. But why would he want to look up when he had you right in front of him looking as if you were made just for him. You placed your hand on top of the one he had on your neck and for a second James thought you were going to remove his but you did quite the opposite, instead imploring him to have a bit more grip there and sent him another wry smile like you had at the beginning of the night. And he couldn’t take it. His lips came crashing down on yours.

He felt like he’d come out tonight with the purpose of meeting you.

//this dead fictional wizard has me in a chokehold and i don’t think i’ll ever recovered from my own fantasies

[lottie150209]

POSSESSIVE/JEALOUS Simon Riley x femreader, MDNI!!!

Tags: simon ghost riley x reader, cod x reader, ghost simon riley, ghost x reader, simon riley x reader, call of duty, cod mw2, cod smut, simon ghost riley smut

cw: simon being possessive, sexually manipulating the reader into staying home

A/N: This is my first time writing and posting on this platform and i’m sorry if it’s bad 😭. I’ve tried to keep the female character as neutral as possible so everyone can read and feel included, and if anyone have any requests feel free to submit it! PS: I am thinking of writing a pt 2 to this, so if you guys are interested lmk!

It was the day you had arranged to meet with some old friends. It wasn’t anything too extravagant, a few drinks at a pub most likely, some catching up, girl drama kind of gossip. However tonight you felt confident, something which was very different from you usually.

Your ‘everyday’ attire of clothing consisted of baggy jumpers, tight jeans and either boots or trainers. Your hair would be down messily and little to no makeup, if you actually decided to leave the house. But tonight was a different story.

You were not going to be the lazily, plain dressed girl out of all your flamboyant friends. Not tonight.

Diving into the back of your wardrobe you pull out one of your old dresses, sure it had been a while since you’ve worn it but it will still look just as good as last time, right? Your hand sweep away a bit of dust from it and with a determined face, you yanked it off of the hanger.

Slipping on the black dress, it came to your attention that your body had indeed grown quite a bit since the last time. The dress was sucking onto you and sculpting your body maybe a bit too much. It wasn’t as uncomfortable as you believe it was, however when you looked in the mirror your eyes widened.

The way it softened every bump, and curved every part of your body perfectly. Your hands guided down your own waist and the look on your face was shocked on how good you felt, and how good you looked. Turning to your side your eyes fell straight to your ass, the dress definitely was a little small and tight but holy hell did it give you your idolised figure.

Your hands fumbled with the hair and you slicked it back, revealing your neck and shoulders. You can’t help but to let out an almost embarrassed laugh at yourself, was it vain to feel this good? When was the last time you actually cherished your body?

After putting in some earrings and wrapping your necklace around your neck, you grabbed your shoes and slipped into them before leaving out the bedroom door. In the kitchen stood your boyfriend Simon.

Simon was quiet, caring sole when it came to you. Sometimes he shakes his head and doesn’t want to come clean about how weak you can make him, and other times he can’t get enough but to fall in deep under your spell.

You and him had been friends for years, eventually Simon had to do something about it. He couldn’t stand the thought that if he waited a little to long, you could be snatched from him. Owned by some other guy who was much more mediocre than he was.

He couldn’t shake the thoughts and nightmares of you, moaning another man’s name. Letting some stranger pound you into your soft mattress and have you as their whimpering mess. Simon was a sweet man yes, but if he’s jealous, that facade fades quickly.

“You sure you don’t want me to drop you off? I really don’t mind, love.” His gruffly voice was enough to dampen your underwear instantly. He hadn’t looked in your direction, and he stood at the kitchen counter, chopping some vegetables ready for dinner later. His muscles were clearly visible through his tight t-shirt and his jeans hung below his stomach. Just the sight of him alone had your knees weak.

“Yes i’m sure, it’s only around the corner. It will do me good to walk.” You mutter to yourself, taking one last look of yourself in a mirror and turning back towards him.

“Guess, I’ll be heading off now, Bye darling.” Flinging my small purse over my shoulder and turning back to meet him. His face was now turned towards you and his hands immediately stopped cutting. Goosebumps trailed down your spine as you watched his hard gaze flicker down your body and meet back at your eyes, almost coated with anger.

“You’re not going out like that.” He spoke his voice harsh and demanding. Without removing his eyes from you he placed the knife in the sink and turned his body to fully face you. Your cheeks warmed quickly and you couldn’t help but feel a tingle down in your cunt. Was he being serious?

“What do you mean? Do I look horrible? I thought I looked good..” Your voice quietens and within seconds Simon is walking towards you, feet thudding against the wooden floor. His eyes glistening with a longing and lust and his lips were parted just a little. You couldn’t lie, you loved this angle. Him looking down on you, like you meant nothing to him. It was very very attractive.

“Horrible? No, you don’t look horrible love, you look fucking amazing.” You felt your back press up against the white wall of your kitchen and Simons warm breath radiating over you, flushing your skin darker than it was before. Dark brown pupils studied your reaction and he barked a laugh at you.

“Don’t get shy now love, you can’t wear something like this and not expect me to react.” My eyes were currently fighting to focus on anything other than the man in front of me. I had to get going, I couldn’t stay here.

“Si, I really should be going now..” However you cant find it in you to leave. Your hands aren’t moving him away, your hands are placed firmly on the wall as he pins you against it, blocking you in fully. His eyes are dark and almost sadistic and he can’t get enough of you under him. You can feel his cock against your thigh, how it pulses and grows in his jeans, how desperate he must be to fuck you. But instead, he gets off you.

“Sure then, go ahead.” A daring demeanour coats his words and he watches as your face grows desperate.

What?

Your eyes lidding and your teeth nipping at your bottom lip. Is he really going to let me just leave? You highly doubt it, however there’s something playful in his eyes, something he wants. Something he’s almost challenging you to do.

“Go on then love, don’t want to be late, do you?” As you move from the wall, you take a deep breath. The confidence from earlier channelling through your blood and suddenly you don’t care. You grab your bag again and walk towards the front door, not looking in his direction, and ignoring the ache between your legs that is sticking to the wet slick of your panties.

When you reach the front door, your hand reaches for the handle and simultaneously, a pair of hands grip your waist, hard. A familiar heat, is felt on your jaw and Simon leans into your ear. His breath sending a shiver down my spine.

“You really gonna leave me? You gonna prance around that pub, showing your sexy body to all men there? Hm?” His voice is hateful and without looking at him you can imagine his face, pissed off and jealous. Chapped and warm lips press gently against your neck and his teeth nip viciously against your skin. You whimper under his touch.

“No, I won’t leave you Simon..” I find myself promise unconsciously. My body is sensitive and his touch is driving me insane. Big and rough hands travelling wherever he wants them to and I feel almost controlled, I can’t move and I can’t even think straight. The rough skin on his fingertips slowing falling down and down and squeezing the thighs right near where I desperately need his touch.

A sadistic laugh slips between his lips as his hands grip my inner thigh, delighted with my answer. Of course I wasn’t going to leave now, how could I? He got exactly what he wanted from me and he didn’t even need to try hard. I was nothing but a weak slut to him, defeated from little to no touch. It was so embarrassing.

“Are you sure love? All your friends will be waiting for you.” My eyes flickered shut and i took a deep shaky breath. A night out with the girls, a few drinks, gossip, leaving possible drunk and tired, waking up tomorrow with an awful head. Or a night in with Simon, touching, kissing, fucking until we are both nearly crying. Was that even a choice?

“Yes, i’m sure. I want to stay in with you. I just need to tell them i’m not coming-” His hands guided up slowly, from my thighs to my hips but instead of touching up my body, his hands dived into my purse. Dragging my phone out and opening it up in-front of me. His tall figure peering over my shoulder making my stomach boil with lust. Knowing my password, he opened my phone with ease and clocked onto my friends group-chat.

An entertained laugh in my ear made my stomach drop as his thumb travels over to the phone symbol, and his other hand trails up my dress, massaging my lips through my underwear.

“What do you say darling, we give em’ a little call?”

[meiluu]

Halloween Fun

Leon S. Kennedy/ Reader(AFAB) cw: semi-public, some what rough, pwp, creampie, praise (Leon calls you his good girl). Kind of a AU where RC doesn't happen but Leon is 27 in this and is good friends with the Redfield's. I am so feral for this man Not edited*

Reader Pov.

Halloween was probably your favorite holiday, a close second to Christmas. It was a night full of devious fun and excitement and even as you've gotten older and stopped trick 'o treating the spirit of this holiday hasn't left you. With the autumn chill raising goosebumps across your skin, you make your way to the Redfield's home where a Halloween party was being held. Dressed in a very cute but tastefully revealing black-cat costume ready to see Leon's costume who had so far kept it a secret from you. Even going so far as to dress at the Redfield's house after he got off work, just so that you would get the full affect of the surprise. Walking up the stairs, your heels clicking rhythmically across the pavement. Making it to the ornate wooden door you knock and not a moment later the joyful face of Claire greets you. A squeal of you name leaves her lips, "Oh my god, you look so good!" pulling you into a warm hug a smile making its way across your face. Stepping away from the hug you admire Claire's costume of a very adorable witch with a massive hat and broom to top it all off. "Claire you look amazing!" your happiness seeping out with your words.

Once you made it inside the bass of a familiar Halloween song welcomed your ears. Tables had been set up with food and punch that had all been decorate to fit in with the holiday spirit. Scanning the people crowding the living and kitchen areas your eyes finally catch onto a all too familiar head of blond hair. And its like he knew your eyes were on him because not a moment later he's turning his head around blue eyes meeting yours. And its almost comical how Leon's face lights up at seeing you-his beautiful girlfriend-. With a few quick strides Leon soon has you wrapped into his embrace, strong arms holding you fiercely. Relishing in his comforting warmth and scent you finally pull yourself away from him to at last view his costume. A Vampire, hair pushed back and a little messy, paired with a Victorian style top the gave you the perfect view of his sculpted chest, and tight black pants and boots that accentuated his beautiful ass. It took every ounce of self control to not just drool and fall into him at just how gorgeous he looked. "Fuck you look so good baby, my imagination did not do you justice." His voice is full of love and desire, the huskiness sending shivers down your spine as your cheeks redden. "You don't look so bad yourself handsome, the wait was totally worth it." a cheeky smile takes hold of your face as you get lost within his gaze sneaking a quick kiss from his plump lips. A heady groan rumbles within his chest-his arms snake around your waist pulling you impossibly closer. Before you can take this further, he is grabbing your hand dragging you onto the makeshift dance floor as the song changes to one that has your body moving to its hypnotizing rhythm. A quick look at Leon has you smiling in pure joy, he has the cutest look upon his face one that is full of adoration for you and that sweet giddiness that made you fall in love with him in the first place.

Leon's warm and big hands hang onto you as you both enjoy each others presence, dancing together letting yourselves get lost within one another. As other bodies dance and move with the beat of the music around you, both of you get lost in the rhythms from each song that plays on the speakers. With a quick glance out the window you can now see the full moon high within the sky. Then your thoughts are interrupted by Leon's face leaning down next to your ear. "You know I've always had this stupid little dream of dancing with a beautiful girl at some party, then making a break for it and making out in some dark closet away from everyone." His chuckle follows his words, and while he laughs your mind is short-circuiting as it dreams up all of the possible scenarios of how that could play out. And as fate would have it you and Leon would fulfill his dream to the fullest.

As the moon your only source of illumination you can barely make the out the silhouette of Leon's figure, seeing as his back was blocking out the moon highlighting his body but his face was still shrouded by the darkness of the room. his lips devouring yours as his tongue dances with yours, heavy breaths leave you both but he doesn't linger for long as his lip leave a molten hot trail down your neck to the tops of your breast that are exposed by your outfit. Sucking harshly upon your skin no doubt leaving a mark behind, repeating this same motion across your neck and your breast surely littering your skin in his love bites. "Do you want to go further? We can stop here if you're uncomfortable." Even though his voice is husky with lust his words hold sincerity with them, your heart skips at how Leon has always made sure you were comfortable. "Yes, Leon please I need you now. Please." you can't keep the neediness from your voice, not that you even tried or cared enough to do so. Not now, not ever, you would never feel ashamed at how much you loved Leon and if you could would stay within his embrace for all of eternity you would.

With hurried movements and the sound of Leon unbuckling his belt, your cunt is wet with anticipation a warmth settling within the pit of your stomach. His calloused hands are pulling your your by your thighs to him a whine leaving your lips as his bulge rubs against your clothed clit sending dull waves of pleasure straight to your core. You were so thankful that your outfit was nothing but a short revealing black dress with some cheap black stockings along with some cat ears and a fake tail attached to the dress. Along with a little pair of panties that you wouldn't care if they got ripped to shreds.

Leon soon sets a teasing rhythm of grinding against your clothed cunt, pushing up your dress to where only your stocking and panties were your only barrier away from his black boxers. Sweet whimpers fall from your kiss swollen lips as Leon stifles his groans of pleasure by biting into his lip. But eventually this became insufficient to what you both wanted- Leon pushes his boxers down freeing his cock from its confines then his hands are ripping into your stockings and tearing apart your panties into nothing but shreds of cloth. Then you are reaching down grabbing onto him, eliciting a sharp grunt from him at your soft hand around him. Guiding him to your wet and wanting cunt, pushing himself into you- making sure to go slow seeing as you both had forgone the typical foreplay you did to prepare yourself for him. Reaching the end, you both are flush against each other. Starting off with a slow but deep pace, waiting until you fully become adjusted to him. Legs wrapped around his torso, Leon's body covering yours as he has his arms rested by the sided of your head. His sounds of pleasure mingling with yours, as he works to his cock in and out of your hot and wet cunt- always so inviting. "Lee- faster please." And as always Leon obeys your command, picking up his pace. Grabbing onto your hips pulling you into him with every harsh thrust. The sound of your connection echoing throughout the room, as your moans and his grunts of pleasure surround the two of you.

"God your always so good to me." Manhandling you once again to have you on your stomach, face down into the ground and your ass up. As he bullies his cock in and out of you, one of his hands leave you traveling up to your neck pulling you towards his chest- the perfect place for him to lean down and whisper into your ear. "Taking me like such a good girl. Love you." voice rough with exertion as his lust makes his voice sound like a near growl. In your pleasure riddled mind you respond with a mewl of "I love you too." In and out your mind is filled with nothing but the pleasure that Leon was bringing you, your cunt perfectly molding to his cock, become the perfect sleeve for him. A more depraved thought was brought up from deep within your mind. Should Leon want it, you would become nothing but a sweet little personal cock-sleeve to use whenever he pleased. Bending you over wherever he saw fit, maybe one day you would tell him this but for now you surrendered yourself to the now mind-numbing pace of Leon's thrusts. Your moans had risen in pitch as the intoxicating sensation of reaching your peak swelled within the pit of your tummy. Your hands desperately latched onto him, one hanging off the hand around your neck the other digging into his thigh. "Fuck- that's it, cum on my cock like a good girl." Not even a moment later you are cumming hard around him, mind blanking out as white hot pleasure rolls through your body. Your cunt convulsing around his cock and warbled moan falls from Leon's lips as soon as he cums, pulling you completely against him, as you both get lost in the feeling of Leon filling you up some of it stubbornly leaking out of you. Sweet kisses from Leon's lips bring you back down from your high, his arms keeping you secure against him. "I love you, you did so good for me my love." and there you both stay for a little while longer just relishing within the most intimate embrace one being can have with another.

HAPPY HALLOWEEN, Thanks for reading hope you enjoyed. And Sorry for not posting in such a long time hopefully this makes up for my absence :)

[bwabys-scenarios]

Unconditional

Kurapika x Fem!Reader

!!REBLOGS APPRECIATED!!

warnings: Kurapika is depressed, mentions of him having anger issues, mention of reader’s period(very short)

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Living and loving Kurapika wasn’t all sunshine and rainbows. He had anger issues that got out of control sometimes, he struggled to be emotionally vulnerable with you, and he had missed several date nights and special occasions to chase the Phantom Troupe.

The other three in your friend group saw you as a saint. “I don’t know how you handle all of that, (Name). I would have broken up with him long ago.” Leorio said, sipping on his beer.

You sighed, playing with the straw to your strawberry soda. “It’s tough, but… I’m holding onto hope. Once he gets revenge, I… I hope he’ll be ready to settle down with me. He’s talked about wanting children before. I… want that too.”

Leorio downed the rest of his beer, before letting out a huff. “You’re too kind and patient for your own good.”

Maybe he was right, but the Kurapika you got to see was different than the man that others did.

It was winter, and he hadn’t gotten a single lead on the scarlet eyes or Phantom Troupe in weeks. Christmas was around the corner, and the closer it got to the holidays, the more depressed he became.

When he wasn’t away on missions or business, he stayed with you at your apartment. For the past week, he had been struggling to get out of bed.

Despite him not taking good care of himself and often taking his sadness and anger out on you by yelling or pushing you away, you still held him in the late hours of the night as he sobbed.

“I miss them… god I miss my mom, I miss my dad… I miss Pairo…”

You rubbed soothing circles into his back, not minding that his hair was greasy or his clothes were covered in stains. You kissed his forehead and wiped away his tears, whispering sweet words of love.

“Why don’t we do something tomorrow? Something to get you out of the house, or at least out of bed,” you said softly, caressing his cheek. He didn’t answer, burying his face into your warm bosom.

Soon, within your comforting embrace, he was able to fall back asleep.

He would go through these depressive episodes sometimes, where he would barely eat, and stay in bed for several days. You always helped him do little things to make him feel better, like change his clothes and brush out his hair so it didn’t get matted.

The next morning, you woke up, gently leading him to the bathroom. He sat on the edge of the bathtub shyly as you filled it up with warm water. Kurapika seemed embarrassed, rubbing his arm.

“I’m sorry, I smell gross and look terrible…” he said softly, eyes focused on the floor.

You smiled, helping to pull off his shirt. “Everyone is gross sometimes. You didn’t mind when I was on my period and bled through my pants while we were on a date and even let me cover my butt with your jacket!”

He smiled shyly, his cheeks erupting in a blush when you pulled his pants and boxers off. “Th-that’s different. You couldn’t help that, I’ve just been lazy and I don’t deserve you-“

“Kurapika, we’ve talked about this! You’re not being lazy, you’re going through a lot! You’re allowed to feel upset, and I’ll be here to take care of you, just like you take care of me. You’re deserving of love and understanding.”

He had heard this from you multiple times, but each time it made him want to cry. No one had ever looked past the mask of anger and emotional unavailability he put up. You tore down his walls so easily, making him feel like putty in your hands.

Kurapika stayed silent, allowing you to wash his body, making soft content groans as you washed away all of the grime he acquired over the past week. You applied a cleanser to his face before scrubbing his hair, waving it smooth and fluffy after his bath.

Although he still felt pretty bad, a bath had helped a bit. He watched as you picked out some comfortable pajamas for him to wear. It was the morning, but honestly he appreciated you noticing he didn’t feel like doing much.

You dried him off before dressing him, the blonde leaning against you as you blow dried his hair. It felt nice being taken care of like this. In his teens, Kurapika would have never imagined someone caring about him so much that they were willing to bathe him when he was unwell.

“You’re… you’re the best thing that has ever happened to me.”

You blinked, your face heating up. He’s never been afraid to say he loved you, in fact you were sure that you may be the person he held the most dear in his life, but the words he just said held so much weight.

“Kurapika…”

You pressed kisses into his face, wiping away the stray tears that fell down his cheeks. “You’re my everything, Pika. I want you to be happy, truly happy.”

He sighed, pulling you close and hiding his face in your chest. Kurapika always felt so safe when he was in your arms. It was almost comical to him. You were so much weaker than he was, with the wrong move he could crush you, but right now your arms around him made him feel safe and protected.

“One day… when… when everything has been resolved…”

He looked up at you, smiling. “I’m going to make you my wife.”

You felt your heart do backflips in your chest, and he couldn’t help but laugh at your flustered face. “You’re really cute, (Name). I don’t think I’ve ever loved someone as much as I love you.”

After recovering from his sweet words, you applied moisturizer to his face and combed out his hair. When he looked in the mirror, he could still pick out all of the things he disliked about himself.

He was pale, thin, had bags under his eyes… but you always blushed when he looked your way, your heart thumping wildly when he kissed you. It made him feel a little less insecure.

Kurapika let you lead him to the living room and set him up on the couch with a Christmas movie and some breakfast while you cleaned up your shared room. You had been unable to change the sheets and blankets due to his state, and you really wanted to give him a fresh start.

You returned after making the bed and putting the dirty bedding on to wash. “You know…”

You lifted the edge of the throw blanket you’d covered Kurapika with, ducking under his arm he wrapped around you to lay your head on his chest. “This is nice. I wouldn’t mind sitting here with you all day.”

He grinned, giving you a bite of his pancakes before snuggling close to you. “I’d like that. Now I don’t stink, and I feel… better. Some cuddles with my lovely girlfriend would be nice.”

And that’s exactly what the two of you did, spending the entire day together. The only time you left each other’s embrace was to use the bathroom or for you to prepare meals. Soon, it was time for bed.

The sheets smelled nice and fresh, and cuddled up with you, Kurapika could already feel himself beginning to feel better. It would take time to heal, but little things like this showed him just how loved he was, and how much he loved you.

“Goodnight, my beloved. Tomorrow, I… want to try going outside.”

You smiled, kissing his cheeks. “That sounds nice, we can stop by that new bakery down the street for breakfast.”

Kurapika almost felt excited for the day to come, and it was all thanks to you. “I love you so much… you truly are the most important person in my life.”

“I love you too, Pika.”

You both fell asleep in each others arms, each falling a bit more in love with the other.

[m-jelly]

oh! lebi with a world famous and very much loved chef! whos kind of really iconic (almost like gordon ramsay) and is just THE shit.

My sweet chef

Levi x fem!reader

Modern AU, fluff, romance, married, famous reader, chef reader

You have your wonderful husband join in in the kitchen for your tv show.

@ladycheesington @levisbrat25 @nyxiieluna @li-anne @galactict3a @youre-ackermine @thebobaprincess @2moth-anon2 @cypidity @nbinairyn @bts-spnlvr12 @darkstarlight82 @emilyyyy-08 @notgoodforlife @demonic-bird @searriously

As the production team moved around and set a few things up for the show, you had your arms linked around your husband's neck. With smiles on your faces, you started decorating his face with kisses. Levi was in his happy little world as you did.

Levi hugged you tightly. "You're so amazing."

"I'm okay." You sighed. "I don't think I'm that good. I could be a better chef."

He lifted you and smiled up at you. "You're better than you think, my darling. You cook and bake things that anyone can do using low-priced things. You're a top-of-the-line chef, you have cooking programs and you help businesses that struggle. You're incredible."

"I wouldn't be this way if it weren't for your encouragement."

The producer approached you with a smile. "Mrs Ackerman, we are ready to go."

You gasped in delight. "Wonderful! Thank you." You pulled Levi along. "Are you sure you want to do this?"

Levi squeezed your hand. "I want to help. We agreed that this show would be about cooking together as a couple." He pulled on an apron. "Let's do this."

You welled up and nodded. "Yes."

The show was a lot of fun to film with Levi. With other shows, you work your way through it and have some laughs. However, Levi was making you and the crew laugh so much. Levi was a natural and good at cooking and baking with you.

Now and then Levi would kiss your cheek, stand behind you and help you, dance with you or lick something that you offered him. The two of you forgot about it being a show and just acted naturally together. The food seemed to come out even better than usual and your usual was of a very high standard.

The fun part was when you made something with Levi, you would try it together and then offer it to the crew to eat. You wanted everyone to have fun and get involved. Levi and you would point at the crew during filming and ask the questions. It wasn't all about you, it was about everyone and the enjoyment of food.

You thanked the crew and waved goodbye to them as they made their way out of your large home. "What a busy day, huh?"

Levi pulled you against him. "Fuck, you are stunning."

You giggled as he attacked your neck. "Thank you."

He picked you up before moving you into the living room. He held you on the sofa and smiled. "I'm so proud of you."

Your cheeks burned. "Really? That's so sweet of you. That means a lot to me."

He kissed you. "I love you."

You giggled. "I love you so much, Levi. I'm proud of you too. You're incredible to me and you're so handsome." You released a long sigh and straddled Levi. You massaged your fingers into his hair. "You really are the best." You caressed his cheek. "My soulmate."

He blushed. "You're my soulmate too."

You showered his face with kisses. "Do you want me to cook or bake you anything?"

He hummed. "So many choices, but I am a bit full from eating your food all day." He pouted and hummed. "How about something tasty like a dessert?"

You nipped his cheek. "You're a tasty dessert."

He growled at you. "No, you are."

[princessofmarvel]

Cardigan

summary | after renfield and rebecca kill dracula, renfield seeks comfort in his girlfriend 

pairing | robert montague renfield x fem!reader 

wc | 485 

genre | pure fluff! 

warnings! | none! just not really proofread, lol 

requested? | yes! I know that this is short, but it is SO fluffy!

authors note | hey everyone! i am closing renfield request for a little bit so i can finish the rest! This is a part of my "swift series" so go check out the rest of those fics! And as always, I do I have really bad OCD that causes me to write in some random capitalization, and punctuation, But I think that we don't have to worry about that in this fic lol. And let me know if there are any mistakes, but please be kind!

  You were at your place when he went to kill Dracula. He did not want you anywhere near Dracula when it happened. You were with him and Rebecca when Rebecca got the phone call about her sister being kidnapped by Dracula and the Lobos, and the minute she did, Renfield wanted you as far away from Dracula as possible, so he made you go back to your place to try to keep you safe, and so far it was working. 

You were pacing back and forth in your living room when he opened your door, and walked in. When you turned around all you saw was Renfield covered in blood from head to toe. 

  “Ren!” You said as you ran to him. “What happened? Are you okay?” 

  “He’s dead.” Renfield said while grabbing your hands. He started to explain everything that happened. “And, then we chopped him up into little pieces, and threw him into the sewer, it was actually quite fun.” 

  You smiled at him while cleaning his face off with a small towel. “Are you feeling okay?” You asked him while wetting the towel. 

  “I feel alright, just tired.” He said while taking the towel out of your hand. “I mean, I think I am, I just need some time to heal.”

  “Well, I will help you with that in any way that I can.” You say while taking his hand. “Starting with a shower.” 

  He took your hand and followed you into  your bathroom. You stood underneath the water with him for almost an hour, washing his hair and massaging his shoulders. Just trying to be there for him in any way that you could be. 

  “Would you like some food now sweetheart? I have the stuff t0 make pizza” You asked him while standing behind him with your arms around his waist and your head resting on his shoulder. 

  After he said yes, the two of you went into your kitchen and started cooking. By the end of it, both of you had sauce on your faces and dough on the floors. You jumped onto the counter to try to get away, but he just pulled you in by your hips. “Got you.” He mumbled before he leaned in for a sweet kiss. After he pulled away, you took the opportunity to put some sauce on his nose, before you kissed it off, leaving him shocked. “That was unfair!” 

  “You did it to yourself.” You said back smiling, the two of you started to lean in again, but the timer to the oven went off singling that your pizza was ready.   The rest of the night the two of you cuddled in bed and watched movies. Renfield noticed about halfway into a movie that you had fallen asleep on his chest, and for the first time in a very very very very long time, Renfield knew that he would be okay.

Tags! @kpopgirlbtssvt

[dira333]

Kita Shinsuke - Happy accidents

Words: 1014, requested by @misfit-megumi

There’s a saying you’ve heard before.

“There are no mistakes, just happy accidents.”

You’ve disagreed with that before.

There’s nothing about losing your keys and having to wait in the cold for hours until your landlord has mercy and lets you back in. Or dropping coffee on your shirt right before an important meeting. Or… well, you could go on.

And today is one of these days where nothing seems to go your way. 

It started in the morning, like it usually does, with a missed train and ends with you carefully checking your lipstick in the reflective glass doors as you wait for your date.

He’s already fifteen minutes late but you try to see the bright side of it - at least this way he didn’t notice you coming in five minutes later than agreed, red faced and a little bit sweaty from the stress.

Another fifteen minutes pass and you swirl your almost empty glass at the bar, teetering on the edge of annoyance. There’s no way you’re getting stood up today, not after everything that has happened so far.

The doors open and you risk another look, hope rising as you notice it’s a single guy this time.

You have no idea how your date tonight is supposed to look, just that he’s supposed to wear a black jacket, which is an awful marker considering almost everyone in here is wearing a black jacket. Well, the male guests at least.

He’s tall and kind-faced, his hair an interesting mix of light grey and charcoal and it looks almost like paint brushes dipped into ink. He’s cute and surprisingly attractive for the friend of a friend.

But Anko said he worked out so it does fit the description.

You wave, a little shyly at first, until he notices you. His face is blank as he walks over and you meet him in the middle, a little breathless at the height difference.

“I’m so glad you didn’t stand me up.” You breathe and something flickers over his face, too fast to catch before you realise that you sounded a little desperate right there.

“I mean there’s nothing wrong with you not wanting to go on a blind date with me, I mean I think it’s a blind date for you, I didn’t get a picture but maybe you did. I was just worried because you’re late and my day was awful and these shoes are cute but they gave me serious blisters and I’m going to stop talking now.”

You blink up at him, an awkward smile tugging at your lips as you wish, not for the first time in your life, you could just take the words you’ve said and push them back in your mouth.

“I’d like to hear more,” he says, honesty dripping from his lips.

It’s something you haven’t seen before, someone speaking sweet things so earnestly. There is no smoothness that makes your skin crawl.

He opens his mouth to say more when a waiter interrupts the two of you.

“Kita-san? Your table is ready.”

“Oh…” You pull your hands back from where they’d been reaching for him.

“You’re not… I’m so sorry. I thought.” You cringe as you realise what has just transpired.

“No, no…” His tone is almost soft now and his hands gingerly touch yours, pulling away again as if to give you space. “Don’t worry. I’d very much like to take you on a date, even more now that you’ve been stood up, but I already have plans. Would you… would you mind it being a group thing?”

Your eyes widen at his question, your body tenses, fully ready to run if this is some weird swinger stuff, but he sends you a tentative smile that’s too honest to be creepy.

“I usually go out for food with an old friend once a month and he’s going to be here any minute. I’d cancel but that’s not something I do. I like to keep my commitments. I’ll leave the decision to you.”

“Oh, well, I suppose… if I’m not intruding?”

It’s a bit awkward at first, sitting between Kita Shinsuke and his friend Miya Osamu. Miya throws his friend looks that tell you just how unusual this setup is. But he’s nice, funny and forces you to take a bite out of every plate, pressing into you to get proper knowledge about good food.

Where he is almost overwhelming, Kita is a calming presence.

He asks about your job and your day, offers bandaids for your blisters and a compliment that’s told so dryly, you need a moment to register it.

“They are indeed very cute shoes.”

When the evening ends, Kita insists on driving you home. For the first time since you’ve heard that phrase, you think that maybe there are some things as happy accidents because you’ve certainly ended this day with two more friends than you started with.

As he parks the car in front of your apartment complex, he rests his hands on the steering wheel and turns to you, his brows pulled into a frown.

“I don’t think I’d ever be recommended for a blind date.” He starts and you’re quick to reassure him.

“No, no. You’d be highly recommended. You’re hot and nice and kind a-and I’m going to stop talking again.”

His lips pull into a quick smile.

“I’m a farmer. I don’t live in the city and this is the cleanest my truck has been in weeks. I don’t have much to offer but if you’d like-”

“Yes!” You interrupt him before realising you have no idea what you’re agreeing to. “I mean, go on, sorry.”

He laughs now, a soft, gentle sound.

“I wanted to ask if you’d like to meet again but I guess you already gave me your answer.”

A warm, welcoming silence settles between you, one you don’t dare to break and for the first time in a long time, it doesn’t feel hard to enjoy the quiet and even less so when his warm hand settles over yours.

Happy accidents, indeed.

My Kofi if you want to tip me

[importantchaosgiver]

The Griffin And The Dragon:

A Big Day

Summary: It was the day of the wedding! And not a single frown was to be seen. Not even on those who initially opposed the idea of a Queen from Concordia. And perhaps, having a queen with magical abilities wasn't such a bad thing...

Warnings: Fluff, implied smut, happy vibes

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No One's POV

Today was the day! The big day. The wedding of King Viserys Targaryen and Princess (Y/N) Arcane. But, she will not be known as a princess for much longer. Oh, no. Soon, she will be Queen Consort of the Seven Kingdoms and even be officially known as Queen of Concordia. Speaking of (Y/N), she was in her chambers, looking at her being as her handmaidens flittered around her, preparing her for the day. Well, it wasn't just them. Rhaenyra and Alicent were in the room, giggling away in excitement.

"You are aware I can hear you two," (Y/N) chuckled, looking at the dress she wore. It incorporated Westerosi and Concordian parts. Only further highlighting the union between not only the people, but the two lands (pic down at the bottom). "Apologies... your grace," Alicent giggled, stepping up to the soon-to-be queen. "Oh, hush," (Y/N) said, her cheeks flushing slightly. She didn't know if she would ever grow accustomed to being called that. Perhaps, given time. "No, no. Step-mother is far better," Rhaenyra added with her own chuckle. All three of them giggled. (Y/N) could feel her nerves ease slightly, but they were still there as her (h/c) hair was left in is natural and beautiful state. "You truly look very beautiful," Rhaenyra said sincerely as (Y/N) pulled on her white silk gloves. "You really do," Alicent added, the two best friends wanting nothing more than today to be a day of pure love and kindness.

(Y/N) turned to the two girls. "I thank you both. Truly. You are honestly two very bright young women. And I thank you for being by my side in all of this," she said, a hand holding one of theirs. "And I only wish I can make your father happy," she added, looking at Rhaenyra. She didn't plan to replace Aemma, but to help him not only move on, but move forward. This was rather sudden as it still hadn't been a full year since the late queen died. Rhaenyra gave a small smile and hugged (Y/N). "I know you will... step-mother," Rhaenyra giggled, pulling away. Before she could be playfully scolded, a handmaid stepped forward. "My lady, it is time," she spoke timidly, placing a silver circlet upon (Y/N)'s head. A gift from her parents for a wedding day. She took a deep breath. Rhaenyra and Alicent gave her hands reassuring squeezes before going to where the wedding was to be held. (Y/N) held her head high. She could do this. Calm, confident and composed. Show them who you are, she thought. Show them you can be a queen, she remembered.

With that, she left her chambers, outside was her mother, ready to walk the new queen. "Oh, my dear. You look just as beautiful as I dreamed," Galene said softly, brushing back a few strands of her daughters hair. (Y/N) smiled a small smile, walking with her mother. "I hope I can make you proud, mother. I hope I can be a good queen," she said quietly, their footsteps echoing around the deserted corridors. "My daughter, do not worry. Your father and I have prepared you for this. And your husband can help guide you. You know your duties and our ways. Do not fret, my sweet child. Today is a good day. Today unties the houses of the Griffin and the Dragon," Galene explained softly. They stopped outside the doors to the throne room. "Brave heart, my child. For the gods shine upon us and bless us with this day," she whispered before heading inside. (Y/N) faced the closed doors, preparing herself for what awaited. Soon, the doors opened and everyone's eyes turned to look at the bride. So, it was time...

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(Y/N) looked at the bed in front of her. Being in the king's chambers for a simple visit was one thing, standing before him as his wife was another. It had been a long day, filled with festives and cheer as (Y/N) was not only declared Viserys' wife and Queen Consort, but Queen of Concordia. Yes, it has happened. She stood in her gown, the light of the setting sun casting a low orange glow with the help of the fire and candles. She wrung her hands nervously. It was the wedding night. One of the most crucial parts. She was to be taken to bed, her maidenhead broken and claimed by her king. To say she was nervous was an understatement and as a pure maiden, she had no idea what to expect in these matters.

But, as Viserys removed his gloves, her thoughts were diverted. "What happened?" she whispered, taking his hand gently in his. There was a cut on his pinky finger. Thinking back, she remembered it being bandaged. But now, it looked like some form of infection had been growing and festering. "I was cut upon the Iron Throne. An occupational hazard," he said with a small chuckle. (Y/N) gave him a concerned look. "You are lucky I have seen it. Who knows what would happen should this be allowed to continue," she said, observing the cut and infection. "I do not think there is any cure, my dear," Viserys said gently, caressing her cheek with his other hand. She chuckled. "Because this isn't a problem one often sees in Westeros. In Concordia, we have many remedies, aided by our magic," she said, holding the infected area. (Y/N) closed her eyes, focusing what she had learnt as a young teenager. She could feel warmth in her palm as she felt her magic take hold.

Viserys could feel tingling in all the areas that had shown the infection. His hand, back and arm. He no longer felt fatigued or ill. It was... working. After a few minutes, (Y/N) let go to show his hand was as good as new. It was enough to shock him. "You, my dear, are full of surprises," he chuckled, flexing his fingers. She smiled as well with a soft chuckle. Yet, she wasn't awake of what she just prevented. Of what pain she had stopped from happening. Of what suffering would have awaited. No, only peace. Only the Concordian way...

Then, (Y/N) felt his hand touch her chin, lifting it a little. She took a quick breath as her eyes locked with his. Viserys smiled softly, his thumb tracing her bottom lip. "Never have I seen such beauty before. Nor your kindness, caring or purity before. But tonight, my dear, I intend to take away your purity. If you will have me," he whispered, his lips dangerously close to hers. (Y/N) felt a jolt of lust shoot through her, settling into the pit of her stomach. His touch was gentle and soft. And he spoke with such passion. Her eyes looked into his and gave a timid smile. "I-I do not know what to do, Viserys," she whispered. He chuckled upon hearing her stutter. It was so endearing. "Then, allow me, my dear," he whispered, his hands upon her waist, gently turning her around. He started off simple, removing her gloves, necklace and circlet, gently stroking her arms, feeling her soft skin in a far more intimate sense. It made goosebumps rise upon her skin. But, she never once protested. It felt nice to be held and touched like this. Carefully, his hands moved to the clasps of her dress, the heat in the pit of her stomach growing more as she felt Viserys' lips upon the column of her neck. She let out a soft sigh as he undid her dress, letting it fall to the floor. And what a night it was...

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Okay, I know this is taking a very big and drastic turn. But, I had to let Alicent and Rhaenyra keep what they had. And, besides, things will only keep getting better and better. Next part I'll get into more of Concordian lore. Hope you enjoy. And should I do a smut at some point? Would you want to see it? I dunno. Anyways, here we go and enjoy...

Wedding Dress:

[pokemenlovingmen]

ur writing has truly captivated my attention, i truly adore how you characterize everyone, and thats not yet reading your other writing requests AAAAA!!!! im just!! wow cat eyes wide holding these fics in my hands gently

if its alright, im a little embarrassed to ask so quickly, could i ask for more general loving teasing for adaman? just flustering him (by blatantly flirting with him if anything) sounds like a fun time tbh msbdndb

I’m sorry I didn’t respond to this sooner, I wanted to, but since it had a request attached I waited on the post. But thank you so much!! You guys are for real SO NICE, like for as many specifics and rules as I have for requesting and interactions I’ve pulled such a kind and supportive audience. I usually write full fics in my spare time, but it’s been hard to finish any project so these headcanon list type things are good to keep the creative juices flowing, and I’m so flattered that what I basically use as practice pieces are things you like so much!!! You guys are so kind!!! I’m glad you like my stuff so much!! We gays are in this together!

And Adaman requests are always speaking my language, I’ve never been as down biblically bad for a man in a Pokemon game as I have that guy <3

Teasing and Flirting w/ Adaman!

💎 — Adaman is pretty hard to shake up, not that he’s stoic, but more that he’s just so laid-back and being raised into this clan leadership position, it’s second nature for him to just be ready to react to anything.

💎 — And if someone he didn’t have feelings for tried teasing or flirting with him, he’d probably just smile, totally oblivious to their true intentions because he’s got a million things on his mind and any attraction for that person isn’t one of them. He just won’t think anything of it.

💎 — But coming from a person he is romantically inclined towards, however…

💎 — Well, he might laugh a lot more at your jokes. You might catch him running a hand through his hair with surprising regularity. Like he’s nervous or something…

💎 — He’ll usually do that classic narrow-eyed Adaman Look towards you when he realizes you’re trying to get a rise out of him. Well, ha! He’s the leader of the Diamond Clan, and he’s more strong-willed than that, thank you very much.

💎 — But okay, you’re really testing him. He’s good at keeping his voice steady, but if you’re around other people there’s no mistaking how his face tints just sliiiightly pink when you talk.

💎 — Walk up to him and twirl his hair while he’s just talking to someone or even just minding his own business, he’ll whip around and give you a MASSIVE glare.

💎 — Hugs from behind really fluster him. If you wrap your arms around his waist the first thing that kicks in is the “defend myself from wild Pokemon” instinct, and once he realizes it’s only you he’ll just scowl and try and ignore you.

💎 — The “scowl and try to ignore you” is a regular technique of his that usually doesn’t work. Of course, you know him well enough to tell the difference between when he’s flustered and actually mad. Adaman’s face doesn’t go all red when he’s angry.

💎 — He’ll take your first few flirtatious comments in stride but the thicker you lay it on, the less dignified his responses get.

“Do you know how pretty you are?”

“Why, yes, I did! Thank you for noticing, S/O.”

“You’re soooo cute when you smile.”

“Did you mean handsome? I don’t think a clan leader is meant to be ‘cute’.”

“You have the sweetest laugh ever, I want to hear it more.”

“Very sweet of you, but we’re in public!”

“If I kiss this spot behind your ear, you get all red and it’s the cutest thing ever, look…”

“Eh?! Can’t this wait for somewhere more private??”

💎 — Funny thing is, Adaman does a lot of teasing himself. He’s suave, confident, and charming, being teasy and flirtatious is just second nature. But if there’s one thing that’s also true about Adaman, is he CANNOT take what he dishes out. His flustered reactions to your teasing are pure and simple embarrassment. He’s nervous about looking too soft.

💎 — He’s never been in a relationship before, much less one with a man, and he has a lot on his shoulders as clan leader. Romantic interactions, all that playful couple stuff, it’s all so new to him and being on the receiving end of it just. Short circuits him. It’s why you find him so fun to fluster, and also why he forgives you so quickly—it’s just some harmless fun and your little way of nudging him to relax a bit in your relationship.

💎 — And he understands and appreciates that! He loves the flirting, deep down, he just has literally no idea how to react to it. Feelings?? Help?? Man calling me pretty make my heart go thump??

💎 — When you two are finally somewhere remotely private, he drags you off by the arm with a “what was that?!”

💎 — You just wink at him and tell him he’s so cute, it’s just hard to help yourself sometimes.

💎 — He’s also very weak to winking. That suaveness sweeps him off his feet.

💎 — When he does get you alone while you’re still in that flirty, teasey mood, he’ll probably scold you a bit and try as hard as he can to be mad at you—which he isn’t, because he’s a pushover and also this attention just tickles his heart in the best way.

💎 — But after he gets done sulking… he might scoot a little closer to you and shyly ask if you could talk like that with him again, or be playfully affectionate again, it really did feel good.

💎 — Just stop doing it while he’s trying to handle clan business!! You HARLOT. (affectionate)

💎 — But hey, you’ll get him to loosen up eventually. Until then, it’s pretty funny to watch him struggle to conjure up a proper reaction to you being this way.

(This all came out incredibly sexual-sounding which wasn’t the intent at all… my apologies. The harlot thing was a dramatic jab but nothing was intended as sexual here, Adaman getting flustered was just him getting flustered, nothing more. That ended up being really challenging to convey though, I’m sorry. ;;)

[forever-rogue]

can I request something for our sweet boy Eddie? reader is cautious of eddies smoking / drinking bc she's had experiences associated to them and they're not the best. my uncle does it a lot and it can affect happy family gatherings and more in the past that I can't remember, but everyone older then me seems to and makes me be careful because of whatever happened. and I see many fics glorifying those habits. you can do whatever plot you think fits best. 💚

AN | Okay, so I totally know where you’re coming from and I get it. So would Eddie!  Enjoy 🥰

Warnings | Drug, Alcohol mention

Pairing | Eddie x Fem!Reader

Word Count | 2.4k

Masterlist | Main, Eddie

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Eddie Munson was an enigma. Which is, undoubtedly, one of the many things you liked about him. He wasn’t afraid to be different, wasn’t afraid to speak his mind or his truth. He was also, you know, very pretty, which didn't hurt anything. You liked his long hair, the wavy roguish strands, his big brown eyes, and that smile that made your heart melt. He was, in essence, a man you'd harbored a crush on for a long time.

But you'd never do anything about it. Absolutely not. For all his virtues and good qualities, there were certain vices that had you keeping your distance from him. Besides the fact that you were painfully shy, and pretty much invisible except to your small friend group. While you knew so much about Eddie Munson, you were positive he didn't even know your name. 

You found out, one chilly fall morning, that you were dead wrong.

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You should have known it was going to be a horrible, no good, very bad day as soon as you were getting ready for school and nothing seemed to go right. Your favorite dress had a rip, your makeup came out all wrong, you'd forgotten to make lunch, and almost missed the school bus. If the driver hadn't been feeling generous, you were sure you would have ended up walking to school, but your pathetic running and yelling as he pulled away had him garnering sympathy for you.

But eventually you'd made it to school, feeling like an utter clown but at least you were on time. You managed a quick stop at your locker, grabbing out your binders and books for your morning classes, almost running to make it to first period on time.

And you would have…had you not shut your locker and managed to immediately run into him. Him being, as fate would have it, none other than Eddie Munson. Your collision managed to knock the papers and books from both of your hands and you groaned deeply. Eddie's natural reaction had been to recoil, sure you were going to flip out at him, but instead you gave him an almost pathetically sorry look.

"I am so sorry, Eddie," you picked everything off the dirty, sticky floor and organized it before handing everything back to him in a neat stack. It was more put together than before your little accident and he felt warmth rise up in his cheeks, "I'm such an…idiot. And now I've made us both late. Sorry again."

You scooped your things up and stuffed them into your backpack before standing back up. Eddie's hand gently grabbed your arm to keep you from moving away just yet. He whispered your name before softly asking, "are you alright?"

"I'm just having an off morning 's all," you were surprised he even knew your name. You'd always felt so invisible around not just him, but most of your classmates, "I should get going to class before old man Johnson makes things even worse."

"Okay," he gave you a small, tentative little smile, "see you around."

All you managed to do was to give him a hesitant little nod before tearing down the hallway and leaving him watching you in amusement.

You knew his name. Holy fuck. He wouldn't have thought you'd known who he was. And you'd been so kind and sweet, despite your literal run in having been half his fault. He never thought you'd so much as give him the time of day. But you had. And that was something he didn't plan on forgetting anytime soon.

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When lunch time came around, you were starving. Your plan was to buy lunch since you had neglected to make it, but once you'd gotten your tray of food - if it could even really be called that - and were ready to pay, you realized you didn't have any money on. Fantastic.

You looked around as if something was just going to magically solve your problem. But somehow…it did. Eddie Munson was at your side and holding out money to the annoyed looking lunch lady. Too stunned to speak, you trailed after him as he walked away. He caught sight of your big, wide doe eyes and chuckled lightly, "everything alright?"

"You didn't have to do that," you stammered nervously, feeling warm under his scrutinizing gaze, "to pay for my lunch. I could have left it."

"I wanted to," he insisted softly, "besides, you said you've been having a rough day and I figured you could use something nice today."

"That's so kind of you," you worried your bottom lip between your teeth, "thank you, Eddie."

"See you around angel," he shot you a wink before almost skipping over to his table where his friends had been watching everything eagerly. You smiled down at your tray before making your way to your own table. 

Your best friend had seen everything, and her face was pulled into a huge smile, "I didn't realize you had a crush on Eddie Munson."

"I don't!" It was a weak lie that wasn't fooling anyone.

"Of course you don't," she playfully teased, "you act like a lovesick puppy around everyone."

"Oh my god!"

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Over the next couple of weeks, it seemed like you ran into him with increasing frequency. It seemed like whenever there was an opportunity for him to be here, he would pop up. Like saying good morning, when he appeared at your locker when you knew his wasn’t anywhere near yours. You knew something was up, but you weren’t going to push the envelope. You liked Eddie, you really did, but you were hung up on some of his lifestyle choices. He wasn’t a bad person, you knew that, but you just couldn’t bring yourself to look past that. It was on you, not him, which made you feel somehow even worse. 

Whatever was going on between the two of you would have to be it. You’d have to live with the fact that while you pined after him, Eddie Munson was never going to be yours. Even though you’d never admit it, that made your heart break.

“Heya,” his cheerful voice snapped out of your internal struggle - about him naturally - and you almost jumped out of your seat. He laughed softly before giving your shoulder a gentle squeeze and sitting next to you on the picnic table bench. He didn’t even know that you knew about this spot, but he was happy to have found you. Okay…made he’d casually followed. But that made him sound like a creep, which he totally wasn’t aiming to be, “don’t mean to scare you. Sorry!”

“‘s okay,” you promised through a small smile as you clutched at your rapidly beating heart. It wasn’t the shock so much as the nerves that made it race, “what’s up, Eds?”

The little nickname made his heart soar as his big brown eyes watched you in excitement. He drummed his fingers along the aging wood of the table, attempting to search for the right words. Eddie’s own heart was beating so quickly that he was surprised you couldn’t hear it and that it didn’t burst out of his chest, “listen - I was wondering if you’d…if you’d like to hang out sometime.”

“Hang out?” you parroted, attempting vainly to hide your shock. He nodded slightly, a pretty pastel pink flush rising up in his cheeks, “you want to hang out with me?”

“Yeah,” he breathed out nervously, running a hand through his messy waves, “like…a date. Maybe we could go to the movies and grab dinner?”

“Oh,” the soft expression on your face made his knees weak and he was glad that he was sitting. You paused for a moment before looking at the ground and studying your scuffed up converse and his boots, “umm, it’s really sweet of you to ask, Eddie. I never thought…you’re really nice and funny and I think you’re a wonderful person. Really.”

“But you don’t want to go out with me,” he finished for you, and your head snapped to look at him. He kept his face pointedly neutral as you remained silent, “and I’ve just ruined any chance we even had of being friends. I’m sorry - I just thought…maybe you liked me too.”

“Eddie…fuck, I do,” you confessed and his face turned to confusion, “really. But I think we’re very different people and it wouldn’t work out.”

“Why?” he kept like a child, looking at you with a small pout on his pretty face, “we could try.”

“I…listen, please don’t take this the wrong way, because like I said I really do like you and I do think you’re amazing,” you promised, “but I don’t…the alcohol and the drugs. It’s not…I don’t like either of them. I-I’ve had some bad experiences with them with people in my life and it’s something I’m not entirely comfortable with. But with that - I don’t care that it’s your thing, you know? I don’t think you’re a bad, or wicked person because you like those things. It’s just…not for me. And it wouldn’t be fair of me to ask you to never drink or smoke or whatever, ya know? So…maybe we can be friends though?”

Eddie stunned into silence, a feat that few people can claim to have accomplished, as you looked at him nervously. One of the first things he appreciated, and he wished more people were like this, was the upfront honesty. You’d chosen not to beat around the bush, which was probably the easier option. He nodded after a few moments of silence filled with only nervous heartbeats and anxious breaths, “yeah, we can be friends. I…I appreciate you being honest, though. Most people would have probably made up some lame excuse and just blown me off.”

“I wouldn’t do that to you,” you put your hand on his forearm and gave it a gentle squeeze, “you’re really nice and funny, and I like being around you. Hey - I’ve got something to ask you.”

“Shoot.”

“Is there any more room in Hellfire for another member?” The way his whole face lit up in excitement was a thing of beauty and you can’t help but marvel at him. His smile was beautiful, toothy and all dimples and lovely. He nodded eagerly, his roguish hair bouncing around, “I-I still have a lot to learn, but I’d really like to join. If that’s okay with you.”

“Absolutely,” he didn’t hesitate, his voice almost shaking with excitement, “yes. I can help teach you!”

“That sounds wonderful, Eddie. I’m really excited!”

“Me too, angel, me too.”

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The next couple of months were spent getting to know Eddie, the rest of the Hellfire club, and Dungeons and Dragons. You were pretty sure you’d never had this much fun before. The only issue - and nonissue at the same time - was your ever growing feelings for Eddie. It was hard not to fall for him; he was kind, funny, smart, and handsome on top of it all. You were pretty sure that you were not the only feeling that way either; you knew Eddie could feel it as well, but he never did anything to overstep any boundaries or make you uncomfortable. He was way too good for that. 

But as was the natural order of things, it all had to come to a head at some point.

“Hey,” his hand was on top of yours, stopping you from grabbing anything further off the table in your effort to clean up after another Hellfire session. You felt your skin tingling from his touch, his fingertips rough and calloused but still so soft. You turned around to face him and saw the confused look on his face.

“Eds?” your voice was soft and he was almost positive it would be the death of him, “what’s wrong?”

“Nothing’s wrong,” he almost choked out as you looked at him, “I was just…listen. I really like you, and I thought I was okay with being just friends, but I don’t think I could ever be just friends with you. Every day you do something that makes me…fall for you a little more. And I remember what you said and I think I…I have kind of a solution?”

“A solution?” you repeated, your eyes sparkling with amusement, “Eddie, I don’t want you to have to change anything or do anything different just because of me.”

“Well, when you really like someone, you’re willing to do things differently,” he shrugged as if it was no big deal, “I was thinking…if you’re willing that is, that maybe we could try, you know, going out. And in turn, I promise, I won’t drink or smoke around you. I mean like before or after, whatever. None of that around you at all.”

“Eddie…” the corners of your mouth were pulling up into a small smile as he returned your shy expression, “I…you’ve really thought about this, haven’t you?”

“I really like you, angel,” and oh. Those words were enough to make you weak, “and besides, I could probably use a break from that shit too.”

“I don’t want you to have to change who you are,” you repeated and he nodded in acknowledgment, “I…how about this? How about you can still do all that stuff, but just don’t expect me to?”

“I would never,” he insisted, his body humming in excitement, “but still - I won’t do it around you, and won’t expect you to. But does…that mean you’ll let me take you?”

“Yes,” you couldn’t stop yourself from leaning in and pressing a kiss to his cheek. His eyes widened in surprise, “I’d really like that, Eddie.”

“Really?” he still seemed surprised at the fact that not only did you actually like him, but you actually wanted to go out with him. You nodded and his smile stretched from ear to ear, “c-can I kiss you?”

“Yes, please.”

[ihatealimore]

Kurta Valentine’s Day

(Fluff, fluff, fluff. Happy Valentine’s day everyone!)

(word count 1,666)

February 14th. Valentine's day. The day of love that you're spending without your partner.

Luckily, for most of the day, you were able to spend some bonding time with your lonely friend, Leorio. The daylight has faded away and a starry night sky has taken its place. You now find yourself sitting alone on your couch, watching horror movies.

Your eyes are eagerly glued to the screen of your tv as you shove another handful of popcorn into your mouth. Just as the main character is about to die in a horrible and disgusting way, a knock echoes through the room from your front door.

You sigh and stand up, wondering what the hell Leorio could possibly want at this time of night.  Your eyes widen when you open the door and you find a familiar blonde man standing in front of you.

"(Y/N)," He's out of breath, clearly having rushed here, "I'm-I'm so incredibly sorry that I could not make it on time."

Instead of seeming upset in the slightest, the corners of your lips curl upwards to form a bright smile, "Don't apologize, Kurapika. I'm so happy to see you."

He lets out a breath of relief, reposed to find that you're not upset with him. He pulls his hand out from behind his back and offers you a single rose, along with a soft smile, "I know it's not much-"

"I love it. Thank you," You take the flower from him and bring it to your nose, inhaling its sweet scent giddily.

"I knew you would," Under his other arm, he carries a flat gift box decorated in intricate wrapping, however, he's not ready to give you this gift yet, "May I come in?"

You quickly step aside for him to enter your house,  "Of course, my love. Was today a really busy day for you? Stressful?"

He closes his eyes for a moment and nods, "Unfortunately. You can always read me so well."

"It's my job," You retort back to him.

"You're very good at it," He looks around the room now, taking in your movie-watching setup, "I suppose it's already too late to go out and do anything together," A sigh escapes his lips, "I apologize for not arriving sooner."

"No worries, I'm sure you already rushed here," You reach out to caress his cheek lightly and he melts into your touch, "There's no need to stress, my love. I understand that you're busy and I support you always."

The blonde-haired man reaches out to place his hand on top of yours, "You are far too kind to me. I'll never understand what I've done to deserve you."

"You didn't need to do anything," Your hand falls from his cheek, and you interlace his fingers with your own as you lightly pull him, "Now, come with me."

You lead Kurapika upstairs and to a window leading out to the roof. You crawl out the window onto the roof first before beckoning him to follow you. He hesitates for a brief moment before going along with you.

The beautiful night sky hangs above you two as you sit next to each other and enjoy one another's presence. His hand rests on top of yours as you look up at the sky and chat together.

"I apologize that you had to spend your Valentine's day with Leorio. I wouldn't wish that curse upon my worst enemy," Kurapika chuckles.

You shrug in response, "It could have been worse. He could have been drunk and crying about being lonely. Instead, he was sober and whining about being lonely."

The Kurta shakes his head playfully, "That's really not much better."

You chuckle as you end up agreeing with him, "Yeah, it kind of wasn't actually."

There's a comfortable silence between you both as you look up at the dazzling stars littering the night sky. You bring your knees to your chest and wrap your arms around them, seemingly deep in thought before you speak up, breaking the stillness of the moment.

"Hey, Kurapika."

He hums in response.

"You're not injured or anything, are you?" You ask him without turning your eyes away from the sky.

Kurapika turns his head to glance at you, "Not at all. Why do you ask?"

"Just checking in on you. I just worry about you sometimes when we haven't been in contact for a little while. Not that I mind," You turn to face him with a sheepish smile on your face, "I miss you so I can't help but worry."

Kurapika finds himself unable to look away from you at this moment, the sparkle in your eyes rivaling that of the stars in the sky. He knows you care about him deeply but he finds himself speechless when you show how much you truly care about him.

"I...I miss you always," He admits to you, "I often find myself worrying about whether you're doing well or not in those moments when I'm unable to contact you. However, I apologize for making you worry."

You wave him off, "No need. I'll always worry so there's no way around it. But I trust you. I know you'll always reach back out to me when you can."

He almost completely freezes, your words echoing over and over again in his mind. He only snaps out of his thoughts when you tilt your head at him curiously. His hands move to pick up the intricately wrapped gift box sitting beside him and he holds it in his lap.

"What is that?" You wonder.

"It's a gift for you. It's something incredibly meaningful to me that I want you to have," The Kurta carefully passes the box over to you, handling it delicately as if the item inside must be fragile and breakable.

You study the detailed wrapping for a moment before tearing it open, almost feeling guilty about ruining the paper. Your movements are gentle and cautious as you worry you might break whatever is inside the box. Finally, you remove the lid from the box and let out a gasp in surprise,

"Kurapika, are these-?"

Your lover gives you a short nod in response, inching closer to you as he gazes at you intensely, "This is a part of me that I want you to always have with you. You will always be in my heart and in my mind through these very articles of clothing. Please wear them proudly, and treat them with all the love you can give them."

"Are these actual traditional Kurta clothes?" You question him as you reach down to run your hands over the fabric."

"That's correct," He starts, before explaining, "I had these specially tailored for you. I hope that you like them. I know it may be a little odd-"

You're quick to cut him off, "Not at all. I'm honored, Kurapika. This is so unbelievably sweet of you. I'll take very good care of them."

Kurapika's eyes glow with adoration for you as he watches you peer down at the piece of clothing with nothing but love and warmth etched onto your facial features. He closes his eyes and smiles, "I know you will."

He reaches out to cup your cheek with one of his hands and you turn your head to face him, "(Y/N), I trust you with every fiber of my being. You are the most important person to me. I love you more than words could possibly explain."

"I feel the same way, Kurapika. I love you endlessly."

The blonde-haired man looks up to the stars again, his palm still resting on your cheek, "Truthfully, I never thought I'd find myself in such a position. I never knew I could care for and trust someone as much as I do you. I didn't believe I would ever have a home to return to."

"But you do."

"Indeed," He turns to look at you again, "You are that home," His grey eyes reflect in yours as his face inches closer to you, his hot breath on your cheeks. He just watches you for a moment before saying, "You mean so much to me. You have given me more than I could ever give you."

"You mean the world to me, my love," You're frozen in his gaze, unable to look away from him.

He finally closes the distance and presses his lips against yours in a sweet and soft kiss, hoping to convey just how much you mean to him. When he pulls away, his cheeks are flushed and he can't help himself from kissing you again, longer this time.

After spending a few more hours together, stargazing on the roof, you and Kurapika finally decide to head back inside. He insists on you trying on your gift as he's curious to see how the clothing fits you. You change in your bedroom before looking at yourself in your mirror.

Before you can even leave the room to show Kurapika, he's already at your door, knocking lightly to see if you've changed yet. You beckon for him to enter the room, however, he halts in place when he sees you, feeling a mix of several different emotions: awe, adoration, and surprise being the main ones. Clearly flustered as his cheeks are an obvious red tint, he reaches up to cover his mouth with his hand as he simply watches you.

You offer him a bashful smile, "Does this look okay?"

Kurapika slowly nods, as he approaches you, wrapping his arms around you and holding you in a tight embrace, "You look absolutely beautiful."  He pulls away from you for a moment to look you up and down again, "Wear this garment with pride and know that I consider you an honorary member of my fallen clan, and I trust you completely with this piece of my being."

"Kurapika-"

"I mean it, (Y/N). With every fiber of my being," He presses a soft kiss to your forehead, "Consider this as a promise to you. A promise that I will never leave your side. A promise that I trust you completely. And a promise that you will always have a piece of me with you. My heart is always with you."

February 15th. The day after Valentine's day. The day Kurapika has given himself over to you entirely.