#gossiping with will as he paints your nails >>>>

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Imagine…

William letting you repaint his nails.

It’s a rare occurrence. The red paint hardly chips. Considering his ability, his hands are soft to the touch, free from battle scars.

Still, he’s delighted when you offer to give him a manicure. “Have you been staring at my fingers, little robin?”

And of course, if you’re interested, he will return the favor.

[merakidoll]

you weren’t the brightest crayon in the crayon box, and unfortunately for you your boyfriend - well ex boyfriend, took advantage to that. now you were in prison for a crime he committed, but fortunately you loved it. everyone was so nice, all the women telling you how beautiful you were. you would paint their nails with m&m’s and gossip about everyone, you truly had your cellmates gone and you didn’t even realize. another plus about prison was toji. the sexy guard who would do anything for you!

you wanted more snacks? toji got it for you, you wanted to shower by yourself? toji made it happen! you needed to cum before you went to bed - toji was definitely the man for that. the tiny office held almost no space, but toji always made it enough. with your orange jumpsuit dress that you makeshifted on the ground you and toji’s naked bodies fit together like puzzle pieces.

“tasty ass pussy” spiting on your clenching hole toji dug his tounge into your tunnel groaning at your sweetness envading his tastebuds. you moaned around his cock, spit bubble forming as you chocked around his grith making your eyes roll to the back or your head. the low light, made you both almost blind. unbale to clearly see, but it didn’t matter because you were so focused on the pleasure of it all. slapping your ass, toji hooked his arms to go under your thighs bringing your cunt more into his face.

he moved you up and down, getting his face wet in you jucies. shaking his beautiful face into you and moaning when his lips connected to your pink clit. you hands fondled his big balls, squeezing them into your warm palm. you gagged around him, throat contracting making toji jerk in your mouth. his cum shooting out and filling your mouth. “awe fuck” toji moved back from your pussy for the first time since you both made it to the room. his head fell back but he never once almost dropped you. with so much in your mouth your cheeks were puffed.

some of his cum already seeping between your closed lips and dropping to the floor, but you were a pro. swallowing little by little while his cock still remained. you felt him grown limp. removing him and using your small hand to jerk him off. after a moment of toji reclaiming his senses, he went back to feasting on you. his tounge fucking your small hole quick and fast, thumb circling your clit making your thick tight shake. “t-tojiiii!” your hand let go of his dick, and nails dug into his muscler thighs pushing your ass back into his face.

seconds later, your let an silent scream out. tears falling down your pretty face as your cream dripped into toji’s mouth, down his chin. toji moaned, groaned, and incoherently said how he was gonna marry you as he drunk down your flavors.

[calebsdog]

Caleb never had a male influence in his life when he was growing up. It's not like the scientists at the lab count. And after that he lived alone in a house with only Mc and Gran for years.

So, when he was young, Caleb only had women in his life. He's probably grateful for it. It means he learned how to be attentive to a woman's needs super early on.

Caleb is one of the girls. He stays in your room during slumber parties, sits still while his nails got painted, and is a little too engaged in any sort of gossip being passed around by your friends.

Caleb was the only boy in his sex education class that didn't chuckle or try to crack a joke when vaginal health was discussed. He was locked in. Taking notes and making mental reminders during the sections about menstruation.

And, yes, he knows every princess movie you watched growing up by heart. Never complained when he had to listen to the same girly songs every day once you found a new favorite to watch.

He still has those silly, childish songs sectioned off in their own playlist. After the explosion, when he was unable to see you, he'd lay down, staring at the ceiling while listening to those songs. Reminiscing about the good days during the lowest point of his life.

Also, Caleb was such a positive male role model for a lot of boys at his school. Nobody could tease him for acting too feminine, wearing pink, or letting Mc decorate his nails however she wanted.

Because while Caleb wasn't afraid to be feminine, he could also break your nose with a single hit. Who's gonna pick on that guy? It allows all the young men around him to begin healing from the toxic masculinity mindset they were raised with.

[yasministration]

lingering perfume - fred weasley, potter!reader

summary: harry has warned you that if you don't stop stealing his sweaters, he'll tell your parents about your boyfriend. but your parents are very much aware of your relationship, so harry goes one step further. wc: 1k+ cw: discussions of sex

Harry lifted his hoodie up, about to snake his arms into the sleeves when he noticed a familiar scent clinging onto it. He froze, pausing his movements for a moment to sniff the air around him. Harry groaned, lifting the hoodie up and inhaling into the fabric of the sweater before huffing in frustration.

He had countlessly told you not to wear his jumpers because your perfumed scent clung to the material causing his friends to tease him about having a girlfriend. The conversation was always the same: Harry would tell them it was his sister who stole it and they would all begin talking about how hot they thought you were.

You could borrow the jumpers he wore to bed, he elaborated, but not his outside jumpers. You had nodded, unconvinced as you continued painting your nails, the awful smell of chemicals filing your room. “Stop taking my stuff or I’ll tell mum and dad about your boyfriend!” He had huffed, stomping his foot angrily on the floor like a toddler. Laughing mockingly, you raised your eyebrows, mumbling “Yeah, go ahead.”

Harry knew you played the nonchalant role well, but when it would come to it, you would panic. The teenager rushed over to his closet, pulling out another jumper and shoving his nose into the fabric, yelling out a frustrated yell as he recognised the floral scent of your perfume.

Your brother stomped down the stairs furiously, his eyebrows furrowing in anger as he spotted you leaning into your mother’s side, looking through the newest edition of the quibbler with her as your father spoke animatedly to Sirius, sat on his left. All eyes were instantly drawn to Harry’s figure, waving a jumper in the air as he screamed “Y/n has a boyfriend!”

It was silent in the living room as Harry revealed the news, and Remus froze in the doorway from where he’d been entering the room. Lily shot you an amused glance from the corner of her eye and you shrugged. Harry, seemingly unpleased with the lack of reaction, pursed his lips before adding “And they have sex!”

Your eyebrows shot up at his audacity, and you chuckled quietly before turning to look at your parents. James decided it was an appropriate time to speak. “Yeah, love, we know.” Harry spluttered at the discovery, his shoulders slumping in disappointment. So you weren't playing a nonchalant role at all.

Not only did your parents know, but after you had lost your virginity to your boyfriend, you had panicked so hard because your period had been three weeks late that you trudged home on a Hogsmeade weekend to alert your mother.

Tears were rimming your eyes, and you slammed the front door open, immediately following the attentive call from your mum. “Hello?” Her voice had echoed in the house, leading you towards the kitchen. She wasn’t alone. Uncle Remus was there too, and they were clearly having a gossip session, when they suddenly stopped at the terrified look on your face.

“I lost my virginity and now my period is like so so late!” You sobbed, tears fully streaming down your face now. Lily didn’t bother asking how you got home, or scolding you that your clothes were not fit for the chilly weather outside. No, she came closer to you and wrapped you tightly in her loving arms. “Oh, sweetheart, it’s okay. It’s normal for your cycle to change after having sex for the first time.”

Whilst you interacted with your mother, sniffling softly and looking up at her with hopeful eyes, Remus put on the kettle to make you a cup of tea. After the initial panic passed, a smirk made its way onto both your mother and godfather’s faces, and your eyes widened, immediately knowing an interrogation would begin.

It wasn’t as bad as Angelina’s questions had been, but it was embarrassing nonetheless, with Remus ensuring that you had lost your virginity to Fred Weasley, your boyfriend, rather than a random boy. But when your mother’s question of “Did you enjoy it?” arrived, you instantly jolted up, looking around and stuttering as you made up an excuse to leave. “I have to go back to Hogwarts! It’s getting late.” But the two adults were well aware that it wasn’t even lunchtime yet.

Obviously, the news travelled to your dad and his best friend at dinner, and James had been empathetic of his daughter, still his young princess, while Sirius externally panicked about you having sex.

His reaction had been similar to Harry’s, who threw a proper fit, and didn't speak to the Weasley for two weeks, opting to glare instead.

“Really?” Harry now insisted. Your mother hummed, and Remus reinforced it when he walked into the room by nodding along to what they were saying. “Yeah, honey, we’ve met him.” You giggled ecstatically at the look on Harry’s face, sticking up a middle finger at him. He groaned, flailing his arms around. “Just- stop stealing my jumpers!”

“Don’t worry about it, Harry. Fred lent me one of his jumpers to wear over the break.” You grinned widely at the sea of red climbing up Harry’s neck, and revelled in the way Sirius chuckled at your brother’s misery.

Harry huffed, storming back up the stairs, and just to piss him off a single bit more, you yelled after him “How’s Cho, by the way?”

The only response you got was a door slamming shut.

A few long seconds passed before the door squeaked open again and you raised your eyebrows slowly, waiting to see what Harry would say. He tip toed down the stairs again, not even waiting for the eyes to return to him before he announced “I overheard her telling Angelina that he bent her in ways she didn’t know she could be bent.”

It seemed that had earned Harry the reaction he desired, everyone in the room gasping at the newly disclosed information. You didn’t dare to look at your dad, not in these circumstances, let alone any of the other adults in the room. Instead, you sprung off the couch to chase Harry back up the stairs, yelling threats at him. You wrestled against the door that Harry was trying to shut in your face, only freezing when a cackle was suddenly heard from the floor below.

Unmistakably, it was Sirius’s loud laugh. Harry took the opportunity to slam the door closed, and you huffed, returning to the stairs.

Halfway down, you froze, shaking your head, and turned around, ready to hide in your bedroom until you died.

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“Stormy night”

Pairing: Pre Outbreak!Joel Miller x babysitter!Reader

Joel’s Masterlist here Part 2 here

Summary: You’ve been babysitting for the Millers for months now, admiring Joel from afar. Until one stormy night things gets spicy.

WC: 3,3k

Warnings: smut, minors DNI, dirty talk, age gap, unprotected piv, fingering, oral (m!receiving).

A/N: I know the babysitter is such an overused trope but i’m just a sucker for fatherly and domestic pre outbreak Joel. This has a little fluff and lots of smut at the end, so there’s that.

You’d been babysitting Sarah Miller for the last six months. Some might think she was a bit old for a babysitter—she was twelve, after all—and far smarter than girls her age. But her father, Joel, mostly hired you for the company. He worked long shifts that often ran well into the night, and he never felt comfortable leaving his daughter alone for so many hours.

And you? You were a typical college student—desperate for a few extra dollars. So, when you saw the flyer on the bulletin board, you didn’t think twice.

You loved working for the Millers. It never really felt like work. Sarah was sweet, and you genuinely enjoyed helping her with her school projects, watching movies together, gossiping, and giving her advice on boys like an older sister would.

Joel was a good boss, too. He always paid you on time, left you and Sarah money for takeout most nights, and always offered to drive you home when it was too late or raining.

And, of course, the looks didn’t hurt. You couldn’t help but admire him when he was around. Joel was a handsome man—rugged and worn, but in a way that made him even more appealing. He was nothing like the college guys you were used to seeing—the ones who couldn’t grow a proper beard, who talked too much and said too little, trying too hard to impress. Joel was the complete opposite. He didn’t need to impress anyone. He barely spoke to you most of the time, but when he did, it caused an impression.

You arrived to the Millers’, the relentless Texas sun high in the sky, making your skin glisten and your clothes cling to your body.

“You brought the nail polish, right?” Sarah asked eagerly as soon as you stepped inside.

“Of course I did,” you said, holding up the small pouch filled with bright colors. “Hot pink and glitter, just like you asked.”

You’d only just settled in when Joel came downstairs. His hair was damp, a towel draped over the back of his neck, and his shirt was tugged down just enough to reveal the faint outline of his chest.

“I’ve got a lot of work today. I’ll be back around nine, maybe a little later. You good with that?” he asked, his voice deep and gravelly.

You nodded. “Yep, that’s alright.”

“Don’t let her stay up past nine,” he said, grabbing his wallet and keys from the table before heading out the door.

You spent the evening with Sarah, painting each other’s nails, watching silly rom-coms, and making dinner together. It was a routine you’d come to enjoy more than you cared to admit.

“My dad has the hots for you, you know that?” Sarah said, her voice muffled through a mouthful of mac and cheese.

“Jesus Christ, Sarah.” You chuckled, your face flushing a little as you nervously laughed off the comment. “I’m gonna pretend I didn’t hear that.”

“No, I mean it. He’s like… less cranky when you’re around,” she said, swallowing another spoonful. “And he looks at you like those guys do in the movies we watch.” She leaned back, making exaggerated and comical love-eyes at you.

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes. “You’re being silly.”

“I’m not. I know him better than anyone,” she said, chewing lazily as she watched you. “But he hasn’t dated in, like, forever. I’ve actually never seen him date. He’s weird.”

You chuckled, trying to brush it off and change the subject. It’s not like you hadn’t wondered about Joel’s love life yourself. You had. He only ever asked you to babysit when he was working, which implied he never had any dates, and you’d never seen a woman around the house.

No. Stop thinking about this. Doesn’t matter if he dates or not. He’s your boss. He’s significantly older than you. Nothing is ever going to happen. You’re being stupid, you told yourself.

By 9:30, Sarah was curled up on the couch, leaning against your shoulder, completely out of it. She didn’t even stir when Joel stepped inside.

“Howdy,” he greeted you, his voice warm but tired. He looked exhausted—dark bags under his eyes, his broad shoulders looking tense and stiff.

“Hey,” you said softly, brushing a few strands of Sarah’s hair away from her face. “She’s out like a light,” you whispered.

Joel gave a small, fond smile as he looked at Sarah, then came closer to the couch to scoop her up in his arms.

“I’m gonna put her to bed,” he said softly as he started toward the stairs.

There was something so endearing about Joel’s dedication to his daughter. Even if he worked too much and wasn’t around as much as he would’ve liked, everything he did was for Sarah, it showed how much she meant to him.

A few minutes later, he came back downstairs, looking even more worn out than before.

“You hungry?” he asked, his voice raspy, and with that thick southern drawl of his, it made your stomach twist in a way you’ve never felt before you met him.

“I’m good,” you replied, swallowing nervously. “We had mac and cheese for dinner—there’s a bit left if you want it.”

He hummed softly, glancing over at you.

“So I guess that’s it for today,” you said, grabbing your bag and heading for the door.

“You sure you don’t want a ride back? It’s pretty dark out there,” he offered, his hand already on the doorknob.

“It’s cool. I don’t mind the walk,” you said quickly. You’d never wanted to feel like an inconvenience, even though he’d driven you home several times before.

“C’mon. I’ll drive you home.” He was already pulling his keys from his pocket, moving toward the door to walk you out.

The drive to your place was about fifteen minutes, but with every second spent in the truck beside him, the air seemed to grow thicker. The tension was palpable.

“How was work?” you asked softly, trying to break the silence and ease the tension.

“Well, everyone seems to be assholes who mess up the simplest orders, so you tell me,” he said, his voice carrying frustration, though his eyes stayed locked on the road ahead.

“Sounds terrible.”

“Yeah, well, it is what it is. I chose this hell.” He glanced at you for a brief second before returning his focus to the road. “How’s school?”

“It’s fine. Hard, but I guess I chose this hell too,” you replied, shifting in your seat.

He let out a low laugh, almost inaudible. “You study psychology, right? Makes sense. You’re good with people.”

You smiled. “You think so?”

“I know so. You’re good with Sarah. I don’t say it enough, but I really appreciate it.” His voice softened in a way that made you feel a little dizzy.

“Thanks… I really care about her. She’s a great kid,” you said, your voice barely a whisper. “And you’re a great dad. She’s lucky to have you.”

He scoffed lightly. “I don’t have a clue what I’m doing half the time. It’s all just improvisation.”

“Well, whatever it is, keep doing it. It’s working. You’ve raised an amazing daughter.”

Joel smiled at you—probably the biggest, most genuine smile you’d ever seen him give anyone.

A few more minutes passed in silence before you arrived at your place.

“Thanks for the ride,” you said, reaching out to touch his arm for a second longer than you should have. You suddenly felt too embarrassed, your face flushed as you quickly got out of the truck without saying another word.

Joel watched you walk to your door, his eyes lingering a little too long. He couldn’t help but notice how your shorts shifted with each step, revealing more of your thighs, and how the strap of your top slipped slightly off your shoulder, showing the edge of your bra.

And he felt like a creep.

Every single time. He felt disgusted with himself. He’d tried to avoid it, but every time you were around, his mind wandered. Like when you’d come over after getting caught in a storm, your white shirt soaked and completely see-through. Or when you were on the floor on your knees, helping Sarah with a school project, and all he could think about was how good you looked on your knees like that. Or the worst—whenever he found himself flipping through an old secondhand Playboy magazine Tommy had left around the house many years ago, just trying to get his imagination going… only for his brain to drift to you. Always you. Until he cummed to the memory of your nipples under that wet white shirt.

Joel felt like the worst kind of man. He was older, a father, an adult who should know better. And yet, here he was, fantasizing about a girl half his age. Even if he never acted on it, it still felt wrong. On so many levels.

The next day, when you arrived, Joel had already left for work. A note on the counter, written in his messy, all-caps handwriting, told you he’d gone out to run some errands before work and wouldn’t be back until around ten.

By seven, the sky had split open like something ancient had broken loose. Thunder rattled the windows, lightning tore lines across the darkening sky, and the rain came down in torrents. One of the worst summer storms in years.

You and Sarah had decided that the weather made the perfect excuse for popcorn and horror movies that probably weren’t appropriately rated for kids her age. But she loved them anyway.

By nine, she was fast asleep on the couch, legs tangled in a blanket, soft breaths rising and falling, completely unaware of the front door opening.

“Holy hell,” Joel muttered as he stepped inside, soaked from head to toe, shaking water from his hair like a dog. He pulled off his boots, leaving puddles on the mat. “It’s been years since I’ve seen a storm like this. Streets are flooded, some trees came down, and they’re closing off the roads. Barely made it back.”

“Gee,” you breathed, glancing at the chaos outside through the window, the trees swaying like they might break.

“Yeah, I don’t think they’re gonna clear it ‘til morning,” he said, his voice leaving no room for doubt. “You’re staying here tonight. I’ll drive you home tomorrow.”

“I—thank you,” you murmured.

He glanced toward Sarah, a small smile pulling at the corner of his mouth as he stepped over and scooped her into his arms. He carried her upstairs like he always did, like it was the most natural thing in the world.

When he came back down a few minutes later, he’d changed into dry clothes. A gray t-shirt clung to the shape of his chest, his sweatpants hanging low on his hips. His hair was still damp, curling slightly at the ends.

“You can take my bed if you want,” he offered as he walked into the kitchen, already opening the fridge. “Clean sheets and all. I’ll take the couch.”

“No, no—I can’t,” you said quickly, shaking your head. “The couch is fine. I already feel like I’m intruding.”

“Don’t,” he said, glancing over his shoulder. “I sleep on the couch most nights anyway.”

He pulled out some leftovers and popped them in the microwave.

“You hungry?” he asked.

“I had popcorn,” you said with a small smile.

“Popcorn ain’t dinner,” he muttered. He grabbed another plate and started dividing the food between the two of you.

You sat beside him on the barstools at the counter, eating quietly, listening to the distant growl of thunder and the drumming rain against the roof.

“Thanks for letting me stay,” you said softly.

“I wouldn’t let my biggest enemy out in that mess,” he replied, chewing slowly. “Least I could do.”

Later, you were at the sink doing the dishes, sleeves rolled up, warm water running over your fingers. Joel stood next to you, drying with a dish towel.

“Thanks for dinner,” you said again.

He let out a quiet laugh, shaking his head. “Are you ever gonna stop thankin’ me for every damn thing?”

“Hey, just bein’ grateful here,” you said, grinning as you flicked a few drops of water at his face.

The smile faded from his lips in an instant. His eyes locked on yours. Intense. Heated. Without a word, he reached for your wrist—his touch soft, but firm—and pulled you gently toward him.

You inhaled sharply. His body was warm and solid against yours. His face just inches from yours. His breath hit your skin.

“Joel…” you whispered uncertainty.

“Ask me to stop,” he said, his voice low, ragged. “Please ask me to stop.”

But you couldn’t. Wouldn’t.

“I don’t want you to stop,” you breathed.

And then his mouth was on yours.

It started slow, hesitant, like he couldn’t quite believe he was finally kissing you. But seconds later he lost all inhibition, his lips crushed against yours, hungry, desperate, as if he’d been holding himself back for far too long. His hands slid down to your waist, gripping you tight as he lifted you onto the counter like you weighted nothing.

He pulled back, just enough to look at you, his chest heaving.

“You don’t know how much I’ve been dying to do that,” he murmured, voice thick. “I feel like I’ve been losin’ my mind.”

A shiver ran down your spine as his hand moved fast, sliding down between your legs with almost no pretense, just need. You gasped as his fingers found the heat between your thighs—confident, greedy.

“Joel…” you moaned, trying to speak, but the words caught in your throat.

“If you want me to stop just tell me and I will,” he said again, lips brushing your skin as he kissed along your jaw, down your neck.

But you said nothing. Didn’t need to. The way you tilted your head to give him more access said everything.

He slid your shirt over your head, his mouth following the trail of bare skin as he moved down to your breasts. His hand cupped one, thumb brushing your nipple, twisting it softly, before his mouth went to the other one, closing it over it, sucking gently.

“They’re so perfect,” he whispered, almost to himself, before giving them both equal attention.

You could feel how hard he was through his pants—thick and aching, grinding against you like he couldn’t help it. You rocked against him, searching for friction, for more.

“Please, Joel,” you whimpered.

“I got you, baby,” he rasped. “Gonna make you feel real good.”

His hand slid under your skirt, fingers finding your soaked panties. He groaned at the feel of you—hot, wet, and wanting like he’d never seen before in a woman, and knowing it was all because of him drove him near feral.

He was scared of being way too rusty and out of practice, after all he hadn’t done this in longer that he cared to admit. As a reflex he pushed your panties aside and pressed his thumb to your clit, making you gasp again.

“You this wet for me?” he growled, rubbing slow circles. “Christ.”

Two of his fingers teased your entrance, gathering your slick. “This feel good?”

“So good… don’t stop,” you said, your voice barely a whisper, muffled by the bite you gave his shoulder to stay quiet. Sarah was upstairs, but keeping silent felt impossible with what he was doing to you.

Encouraged, Joel pushed his fingers inside you. Slow at first, careful. Then faster. Curling them, finding the spot that made you see stars—and when you moaned, he knew he had it.

“Fuck, Joel… I’m so close.”

“Cum for me, baby,” he whispered, his thumb relentless on your clit. “Please let me feel you.”

Your hips rocked against his hand. You were barely holding on. Then your orgasm hit, fast and hard, ripping through you. You bit your lip so hard you nearly bled.

He felt it. The way you clenched around his fingers, your whole body trembling, your chest heaving. He looked up at you like you were the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.

“That was… I’ve never felt like that before,” you said, breathless, blinking through the haze. “Not ever.”

He stared at you, flushed and wrecked, eyes locked on your blissed-out face. “You look so fuckin’ beautiful right now.”

“I want to make you feel good too,” you said, eager to return the favor.

“You are,” he affirmed, not wanting to force you into anything, but dying to relieve the pain he was feeling in his pants.

“Like this,” You slid off the counter and dropped to your knees, hands on the waistband of his pants with a confidence that surprised even you. “Let me make you feel good too.”

“Jesus fuck,” he muttered, watching you. The image of you, down on your knees, eyes wide and eager, was nearly too much.

You pulled his pants and boxers down, releasing his cock. Thick, heavy, already leaking.

Your fingers wrapped around him, stroking slow, building pressure. Then your tongue replaced your hand, hot and wet and perfect.

He groaned loud, his hands gripping your hair—not to push you down, but to keep himself grounded. You took more of him, cheeks hollowing, tongue swirling.

“God, baby…” he gasped. “Oh that feels—fuck.”

Your mouth took him slowly, savoring every sound he made, taking your time to enjoy everything, from the curse he breathed out when you licked along the vein on the underside of him to the way his hips jerked slightly when you hollowed your cheeks.

“Stop—fuck, baby, you gotta stop,” he said, voice hoarse. “Don’t wanna finish yet.”

He hauled you to your feet, kissing you hard as he picked you up and set you back on the counter.

“Need you,” he growled. “Need to be inside you.”

You nodded quickly, breathless. “Yes, Joel. Please.”

He pushed your legs open, standing between them, with one hand he positioned himself, the thick head of his cock nudging your entrance.

“You su—?” he tried to ask before you cut him.

“I’m sure.”

He pushed in slowly, stretching you inch by inch, letting you adjust to him. Both of you groaning at the overwhelming sensation. You clung to him, your nails digging into his shoulders.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he growled. “You feel perfect… perfect little cunt.”

He started moving, each thrust deep and rough, every inch felt like a delicious torture. The wet slap of skin against skin echoing in the kitchen. You bit his shoulder again, muffling your cries so you wouldn’t wake up the entire neighborhood.

“Does it hurt?” he asked, concern breaking through his haze of lust.

“I’m alright,” you whimpered. “Don’t stop… harder.”

He obeyed, slamming into you harder, faster, one hand gripping your waist, the other braced against the counter. His name fell from your lips like a silent prayer.

“I’m close,” he gasped. “You feel so good��I can’t—”

He began to lose control, his thrusts turning frantic as his climax approached. He didn’t care about pulling out—not right now—even if it was the most reasonable thing to do. Right now, he wanted to finish inside of you, to feel his cum filling you up until it dripped out of your cunt. He wanted to mark you in the most primitive way.

“Shit—I’m gonna—”

A sharp stillness took over him as he spilled himself deep inside you, cumming hard like he hadn’t in years, painting your insides with his seed.

“Fuck,” you whispered. “I— You— That was—Joel…”

“Incredible,” he said, forehead pressed to yours. “Jesus. I don’t remember ever feeling that good.”

He stayed there for a moment, head buried against your chest, catching his breath.

You stroked his damp hair. Neither of you said anything.

After his intense climax, he felt so vulnerable. All he wanted was to lay down in his bed, arms wrapped around you, holding you all night long, keeping you close and safe, like you belonged there with him. And pretending that this wasn’t something fleeting. That this was something real.

“You’re taking the bed,” he said softly, brushing a strand of hair from your face. “And I’m sleeping with you.”

You smiled at him, heart fluttering. “Deal.”

READ PART TWO HERE

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Class 1A boys random headcanons ──☆*:・ﾟ

MHA

Summary: random thing they do or say as your boyfriend*.•

Characters: Izuku, katsuki, Shoto, Tenya, Eijirou, Denki, Sero, Tokoyami, Aoyama, Ojiro, Sato, Shoji, Koji!

IZUKU~

He tries making you food just to be nice, but he doesn’t really know how so he just brings you something easy like instant noodles and say “it’s the thought that counts!”

He use to be insecure of his freckles and the only reason he isn’t now is because you kiss them all the time!

he draws you all the time, he hangs them all up in his room so when you hang out with him you tease him about being so obsessed with you which he blushes too

He lets you put his fluffy hair in pigtails sometimes!

He does a stupid dance everytime he beats you in something, a game, a training exercise or something like that. You say it’s cute which makes him flustered~

KATSUKI~

Claims he doesn’t cry at all but in reality he cries in front of you all the time, and ONLY you

He has some hearing loss from his quirk so sometimes he doesn’t hear you walking up to him so you have to kiss him to get his attention

He kisses the back of your hand, not to be a ‘gentleman’ or anything he is just too timid to kiss your face sometimes

His face is always so stern but when you two are alone his face soften SO MUCH. It relaxes into a small smile when he is alone with you

He lights candles for you with tiny explosions, sometimes it doesn’t work and he gets embarrassed for failing so he will just melt it instead! (You don’t really care but if you did he would get you a new one)

SHOTO~

he also lights candles for you, and it actually works. So he gets a bunch of candles for you just so he can light them all for you. He threw away your lighter so you have to ask him

He heats up his hands ever so slightly when he touches you to warm you up. You call him your heating pad LOL. He also gives you massages after training with warm hands as to not hurt you

He normally doesn’t want to even mention his scar but with you he literally asks to kiss it when he feels down about it~ which you always do!

He lets you paint his nails, he also does not care what colors. He just likes spending the time it takes to paint them with you, he normally gossips with you while you paint them~

TENYA~

whenever he is talking to you he sometimes gets so comfortable to the point he will speak incredibly fast! You have to put your hands on his cheeks and tell him to slow down

He reads to you, even if you say no he does it anyways. He says it’s for learning purposes but in reality he just wants to spend time with you

He tries showing off his intelligence with you. “Give me any equation and I am confident I will know how to solve it!”

He sometimes forgets he wears glasses, he falls asleep with them on sometimes so you have to take them off for him. Sometimes he puts his head in your neck but his glasses get in the way which makes him whine and tear them off so he could actually cuddle into you~

He’s so proud of you sometimes he brags about you at random times. “Have you seen y/n? Yeah we are DATING!”

EIJIROU~

He wants to give you love bites sometimes but he knows his teeth are sharp so he’s scared too

His quirk sometimes makes his hands and arms dry from overuse so he asks you what to do about it and you told him to just try moisturizer. he made you put it on him because he likes your warm touch! (Not in a weird way!?)

He lets you draw on him, it doesn’t matter if your bad at drawing or not he likes being your ‘canvas’ he says. As long as you let him draw on you too. It’s normally just dumb faces like ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ or something like that LOL

He is SO WHINY, like extremely whiny! Even in front of his friends, if he wants something from you he’s gunna whine till he gets it. “Y/NNNNNNNNNNN GIVE ME A KITHHHHH” “dude lower your voice people are gunna thing your weird *kiss*”

Whenever he is yapping to you about god knows what he sometimes stutters unintentionally which makes him stop talking for like 5 minutes due to embarrassment. “So t..th.Then…..” “Uhm you ok?” “…” “Your not gunna talk anymore huh?” “*Shakes head*”

DENKI~

he pulls the dumbest faces and then asks you if you still think he’s cute- like “hey y/n am I still cute?(o_O)” “no you look dumb stop it” “fine…”

He shocks you but not on purpose, in general he has so much static electricity coming off of him that he can’t control so sometimes if you reach to play with his hair you’ll get shocked. He apologizes over and over and ‘kisses it better’

He lets you put make up on him, you don’t even have to wear make up yourself and he’s down. You make him look like a princess and he loves it- “I’m beautiful!!!”

He’s very needy which is obvious. He gets so needy for attention that sometimes he will just follow you around school waiting for you to atleast hug him~

SERO~

He loves arts and crafts (LOL) he likes making home made cards for you instead of buying them from a store. He also likes building things with you like bird houses n such. He’s a great tape dispenser so he’s good at it☺️

He’s really good at puzzles so if your doing something like a rubix cube or just a normal puzzle and you get stuck he always helps you!

He leaves love notes for you everywhere, in your bag, on your desk, in your locker or even in your books. He isn’t the best with words but it’s still cute that he tries

TOKOYAMI~

He gets jealous of dark shadow, he always makes you laugh. So in return he banishes dark shadows for a while so he can have alone time with you (aka to cuddle)

He drags his beak through your hair instead of playing with it with his hands, he basically preens you but refuses to admit that’s what he’s doing-

He’s insecure, it is kinda weird that he has a bird head but you don’t let that get in the way. You cover his beak with kisses hoping it’ll make him feel better

He made you a necklace out of one of his feathers, now you wear it everywhere and people either think it’s adorable or cringy

I’ve said it before he is really fluffy so whenever you cuddle you start playing with his feather. He says he doesn’t care but if you don’t he begs you to. “Can you? You know?” “What” “You always play with my feathers?” “Aww you want me to play with your feathers!?” “Yeah.”

AOYAMA~

Behind closed doors he ditches the whole self centered thing and is fixed onto you. While you guys cuddle in privet you could hear him saying “you are so very dazzling! Just as much as me~” or “you are like a shining star! So pretty…” (out of character again but IDC I headcanon him to be a sweetheart!)

Whenever he gets a stomach ache from overusing his power he MAKES you give him a tummy rub, he will force your hand above his stomach and wait for you to sooth him

He wears make up so he lets you do looks on him. If you do good enough he will wear it for the day but most of the time it doesn’t meet his standards LOL

Similar with nails, he lets you paint them whatever color you want and he will keep them on. He doesn’t care as much abt his nails then he does his face-

He loves when you play with his hair, like really loves it. Whenever you play with his hair or give him a scalp massage he just sits there like ^0^. Seriously his mouth will hang open without him realizing. You have to close his mouth manually with your finger

OJIRO~

He lets you play with his tail, you just pet it whenever you want but you have to be careful because his tail is a little ticklish. He will swat you away if it starts to tickle

He Carries your bags for you, he’s a gentleman like that! he does it just to be nice but if you insist on carrying them yourself he won’t stop you!

He sometimes jumps into your arms, as a ‘joke’ which is a lie. Sometimes he just wants to be in your arms! He also finds it hot that you are strong enough to hold him~

He likes when you guys match! Clothes or shoes n such! He thinks it’s cute and we wants everyone to know that y’all r dating!

SATO~

He finds it hot when you call him ‘big boy’ he understands that you don’t do it to shame him but it’s more to flatter him. Like you’ll be having a light breakfast and after he finished he was still hungry so you tease “oh we gotta get more food in you big boy~ wait here I’ll get more!” He blushes so hard over it

He crams his head under your shirt when cuddling, he just likes laying on your stomach ok!

He is a little insecure about his looks, and he is very honest with insecurity so he will just confront you like “y/n I don’t think I look that good today…help?” And you’ll do everything you can to help

Whenever he is injured he milks it so harddd, he will ask you to get him a blanket, or help him eat. “Y/n could you feed this to me? I’m too hurt…” “your arms are fine?” “I know”

He’s the kinda guy to peak over your shoulder while your doing something because he really wants to be apart of it but he’s to scared to ask😭

SHOJI~

The first time you saw his face he was soooo insecure it was really sad, everytime you asked he when like “I don’t think you want to see…this” or “well y/n it’s obvious it isn’t going to look good, it’s probably gunna freak you out”. When he finally did show you he was shocked when you pulled him closer claiming you wanted to “admire his beauty” closer~

Cuddling with him is the best!! He makes a little cocoon around you with his arms! Unless you want to hold him which he also loves!

He insists on holding things for you, everytime you say “I wish I had more hands” he goes “luckily I do!” And takes everything out of your hands

He gets cold easily so sometimes when y’all cuddle he gets freakishly cold and you have to bundle him up like a burrito. You cry over how cute his looks with his mask off in a burrito blanket <3

KOJI~

He talks to you on a regular basis but he almost always leans into your ear, cup it with his hands and whisper instead since he is still very shy, unless you guys are completely alone. Even for the simplest thing; “y/n…do you want water?” “Speak up babe-” “*squealing noise*”

Compliments kill him, like actually last time you called him cute he fainted

He asks you to deal with spiders in his dorm or anywhere. You capture them and release them tho because he feels bad if you just kill them

He leaves you flower petals in random places, you could be looking through your books and notice a flower petal in between two pages~

He back hugs you to cuddle, he’s to scared to be face to face and he’s scared he’s gunna hurt you somehow? You assured him he will never hurt you which makes him feel a little better

Wsg yall!!!! Anywayyyys Next post prob gunna be class 1B cuz again they need more attention 😔

Not proof readdddd!!

[marzennya]

The Northern Consort used to be a spy, don't you know? A good one, too...only the heavens know how far that particular web goes, but it benefits the Emperor's reign, and the Empress is found of him, so who are we to judge, eh?

[+200 Better Lore points!]

Empress Shen is finally here, my God! How difficult was this particular beast, eh? It took me, like, five or six redesigns! The balance between feminine and masculine really kicked my ass here...I think I did pretty well, if you take in account everything. I'm proud of myself, so all of you must be nice to me.

The drama is set during the warring states period, my inspiration was mostly from how they costumed the Queen of Zhao, the dowager Queen of Qin and Haolan when she finally becomes the Queen of Qin. They are all gorgeously dressed, I recommend watching it PURELY for the costuming and also the scheming women.

The design was immensely inspired by the Chinese drama The Legend of Haolan. The main character just has this impeccable Shen Qingqiu face-card, every time I see her I just think 'Yes, Shen Qingqiu, for sure.' Here's her, for reference:

For Shang Qinghua, things were so much easier, though; I watched some episodes of Story of Yanxi Palace and was struck by inspiration™. He was so easy to draw! It's all very Qing dynasty inspired, it just fits him, I think.

It took me so very long to draw the jewellery and the embroidery in both of them...I admire the people who actually do metal and needlework. Heroes, all of them.

The pearl makeup is one of my favourite ancient Chinese makeup trends; I just had to put it in. It's a very fancy form of Huadian, which is where you draw forms, mostly flowers and other pretty things on your face using paints, powders, pearls, gems and glued flowers, and it was popular from the Tang dynasty onwards. The ICONIC pearl Huadian was popularized in the Song dynasty because it (shockingly) represented modesty and elegance.

Shen Qingqiu's greenest ornaments are made out of imperial jade, which is characterized by this vibrant emerald green colour and great translucency. It's also the most expensive type of jade ever.

The! Nail! Guards! Make! A! Comeback!

Shang Qinghua's ornaments are, in the other hand, made out of pearls - for elegance, wisdom, and wealth, and blue jade, for serenity, peace of mind and self-reflection. Mobei-jun buys all of his husband's jewellery with intention, for sure.

They're such big gossips omg, nobody is safe.

[witherby]

I fell in love with my own idea, so surprise! More baby time! >:3

Thinking about my Littlest Wayne au where each of your family members play games with you in different ways:

Dick is 1000000000% IN when you wanna play School or have Tea Parties or play Doctor. He is your student. He is your fellow gossip queen. He is your patient. He's whatever you need him to be and he plays his roles flawlessly. Tell him all the drama while you shop at his grocery store and pretend to paint his nails five minutes later, after which he has a crisis because you diagnosed him with Terminal Cooties. He's fretting over who gets what in the will but also he's the gardener, so he's gotta make his own funeral bouquet when the illness finally takes its toll. How could you do this to him, doc?

Damian will do the practical things with you. He won't play Pretend but he will color with you ("I'm helping them develop fine motor control."), play with Lincoln Logs with you ("It's never too early to take an interest in architecture."), and do puzzles with you ("See, this is an Edge piece. You can tell because one side is flat and doesn't link to other pieces.").

Jason and Tim are down for whatever, but they mostly just supervise you if you decide to play with your toys alone. You go to them if you want some Parallel Playtime. They're nice and calming while still keeping you company.

Bruce routinely decides you've gotten a little too chatty with the fake, other person on the line and gently takes the toy phone from your hands whenever you have it out.

"They're two years old, you son of a bitch," he growls into the plastic receiver, using the Batman voice and everything. Dick wheezes, Damian shakes his head, Jay and Tim are smirking, and you're jumping up and down, making grabby hands for your toy back. "I don't know who you are, but if you ever call here again, I will find you and I will kill you."

(This is his Favorite Bit. You're sick of it.)

Alfred disguises your playtimes with him as just helping with chores. He gives you child-sized brooms and plastic cutting boards and a mini duster, and sends you on missions to battle all the dust bunnies in the nooks and crannies he can't reach, or just gives you easy kitchen tasks like mashing potatoes or licking cookie batter off of the spoon. You're his favorite little helper.

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[cuntyji]

ib by @bogactivity's artwork, cross-posted on ao3

dumbass boyfriend! sukuna who takes time out of his day to groom his nails (clip, file and paint) after you expressed your discomfort of the sound of his nails scratching on every surface including his ipad screen (ouch). he thinks of it as your way of neutering him, because really, a king clipping his claws? it feels like an insult. regardless, he does it.

he does not expect to enjoy it so much.

he knows you don't have the luxury of time or money to get your nails done everyday, so he makes good use of his ipad's screen time and searches up ways to paint one's nails in different manners. he sticks to his regular black of course, but sometimes if you focus hard enough you'll see a matte finish on his nails.

it's a comical sight to come back to your boyfriend soon to be husband sprawled on a couch that seems miniscule under his weight as he uses one right hand to cut and file his left hand's nails, and vice versa to paint his third and fourth hands (following a youtube tutorial titled how to get gel nails at home in just seven steps! - simple & affordable for beginners).

dumbass boyfriend! sukuna who finally looks up from his ipad screen and notes your arrival, asking you what took you so long - there are nails to be painted, more specifically, your nails.

dumbass boyfriend! sukuna who is gifted a nail-care set for your next anniversary, and the two of you get matching - yes, matching - nails done for the special day.

dumbass boyfriend! sukuna who becomes a regular at your favorite nail salon alongside you, and on listening to everybody's gossip, offers to blow up any and all offenders heads (including the cheating boyfriend of his usual nail artist and the shitty mother in law of your nail artist).

dumbass boyfriend! sukuna who becomes a trending pin on pinterest and every artist's favorite reference picture the minute you upload a picture of you and sukuna's matching manicure. the difference in your hand sizes is enough to make people gush and scream "me and who?" much to sukuna's confusion.

[dcxdpdabbles]

Does Menace Danny have a favorite pastime?

Clark is reassigned against his will to cover another story about the Waynes. This time, Perry had to fight tooth and nail to get a exclusive interview with the eldest Wayne child, and if Clark messed it up, he could kiss any dreams of writing on the front page goodbye.

Despite the difficulty in securing it, it was a simple piece. If anything, it was less journalism and more tabloid gossip since the topic of the article was going to be Fenton-Wayne's hobbies and the Meet the Star theme.

Perry wanted Clark to dig further and find out if the young man was willing to give any details away about his new Heir Apparent status or his love life. He didn't fulfill out state it, but Clark could read between the lines.

He wouldn't pry because Clark hated gossip on a good day, and trying to trick a child into giving him gossip to make money off made him down right evil.

Perry was just going to have to be disappointed that Clark was too boring to get his meaning. It helped that Bruce Wayne was unwilling to let any other reporter cover the stroy, so Perry couldn't send one of his less straight lace reporters.

"You're back." The voice is low, nearly a whisper but with a steel that has every hair on Clark's body raise. Its not the sound of someone cowering, but rather someone about to pounce a victim.

He whips around to find Daniel Fenton-Wayne standing in the ajar door, staring at him with a tense bleak set of blue eyes. They don't quite glow, but they stand out in the darkness surrounding the boy and give the impression of spotting a predator waiting to attack in the long grass.

Clark has always been told his eyes were unnaturally blue, thats why he hid them behind such tick glasses design to make him appear as bug eyed as possible.

If people noticed the strangeness of his irises, they would just dismiss it to his glasses, magnifying his eyes.

He almost wants to share the tip with Fenton-Wayne but holds back. "Yes. I'm going to be doing your interview today. It's good to see you again."

"Bruce won't be joining us." The boy states, not moving closer. Half his face is hidden by the shadows, and were Clark a regular human, he wouldn't have been able to make out his moving lips. "It's will be just us."

"If you prefer to have your guardian or another trusted adult present for the interview, I don't mind coming back at a later date." Clark offers instantly watching the boy's face twitch. He attemps a disarming smile, but it only causes Fenton-Wayne's expression to flatter into an impassive one that rings warning bells in Clark's head.

"No. I can handle being alone. Can you?" The boy tilts his head slightly "Follow me."

Clark scrambles after the child, grabbing his bag. He has to pretend to stumble into a low table since the boy hadn't bothered to turn on the lights of the windowless hallway. They go further into Wayne Manor at a brisk fast pace without a word, though. Clark notices Fenton-Wayne glancing at him every once in awhile over his shoulder.

"Bruce said you were going to write about teenager hobbies and wanted to ask me questions about mine," the boy says in that same near whisper speech.

The pair stop before a large door without warning. It stands out for the green fairy lights hung on the doorframes, painting the hallway in an errie glow.

Clark's mind jumps to horror moives, especially with the light disoriented instrumental music playing that he can hear through the thick double doors. Against sense, he grows a little uneasy as Fenton-Wayne's large blue eyes train on his face, looking horrifyingly more blue in the green light the boy is bathed in.

"Um yes thats right." Clark coughs, shifting his feet. "I- what do you do for fun?"

"I make dolls of my classmates." Fenton-Wayne rasps,"and then I set them on fire."

Oh.

" I made one of you." The boy continues hand on the door handle. He starts to turn it slowly, but not once does he remove his gaze from Clark's, pinning him in place with his intense stare. "It can cry."

Oh.

Clark throws a wild look at the door, almost unsure if he wants the boy to open it. "W-why would you make a doll of me?"

Fenton Wayne's smile is more of a baring of teeth as he finally pushes the heavy door open. The wood groans heavily as it swings open, echoing around the sound of Clark's heartbeat in his ears. When it swings open, it reveals an equally dark room, but this one has a projector throwing a spectacular display of the Milky Way swirling on the ceiling.

Drapes were strung all over the room, and small twinkling purple lights were woven behind the clothes of a few, creating a path to a lone circular table in the center.

Unlike the door's green glow, these lights bathe the room in various blues and purples, drawing Clark's eyes to the dolls on the wall-to-wall shelves. They seemed made of yarn, with detailed clothes and sweet little smiles. Clark would almost call them cute if it weren't for the fact that he could see a replica of himself sitting on the shelves and a very telling voice box sewn into it once he activates his e-ray vision.

"Amigurumi," Fenton-Wayne remarks, making his way to the Clark doll. He gently lifts it up from the shelf, stopping to adjust a display next to it.

Clark is horrified to realize that the display is a replica of a class photo, complete with little bleachers and a sign declaring the year and school name. The twenty dolls are organized in the same positions as the life models shown in the frame photo next to them.

"What?"

"It's the type of doll I make—amigurumi. My hobby is crocheting amigurumi figures, and this little guy is you," Fenton-Wayne said, pressing the little button on the box. In an instant, the room fills with weeping interrupted by broken breathing, as if the doll were choking on its tears.

"That's the sound you'll make when I set you on fire for sleeping with my Dad." Fenton-Wayne places the doll on the center table, admiring it like a proud father. He then reaches under the table and pulls out a deck of cards, shuffling them without a care that the Clark-Doll has fallen silent. "I also dabble in cartomancy, with the help of ghost cards. Would you like to learn how you die? I'm hoping it has something to do with flames."

Clark gets his article, but when Perry complains about not having any gossip-worthy material, he slams the sobbing doll on his desk and then leans in to demand time off. His boss grants it the moment Clark starts retelling his fortune-telling session.

Perry also grew uneasy when Clark pressed the play option on his tape recorder, and Fenton-Wayne's raspy whisper blares in the otherwise silent office. "Clockwork's tower upside down, Pandora's box ripped open, and the three of Pariah Dark's artifacts. Do you see the Sarcophagus of Forever Sleep? It means you will likely succumb to fatal wounds. Pity, it doesn't look like fire will be the cause. Now I'll never know if the crying audio was close to the real thing."

As Clark heads home to enjoy his paid time off, he wonders again how someone as dizzy and well-meaning as Mr. Wyane could wind up with a creepy little kid like Fenton-Wayne.

[catssluvr]

dating nerdy/loser natalie scatorccio <3

⭑.ᐟ Straight up just obsessed with your existence, Nat’s blindly in love with you and would do anything to make you happy - probably loves you tons more than playing video games and that’s a compliment.

⭑.ᐟ Makes you watch all of her favorite movies, not so subtly looking over to catch your reactions to her favorite parts and also yapping about little details that no one else notices.

⭑.ᐟ Takes the gameboy she bought on second hand everywhere with her, pulling out in public whenever she’s on a line or even at school when she’s bored. She plays the games you find most interesting so you’re also entertained.

⭑.ᐟ Drags you to the arcade and makes you play the duo games with her, then plays the other ones while you sit close to her eating some snacks she got from a vending machine.

⭑.ᐟ Tank tops and pajama checkered pants are her go to outfit - not that you could ever complain. Also likes graphic tees with a long sleeved under them and sometimes the infamous leather jacket she wears just for you.

⭑.ᐟ Absolutely tears up whenever you give her flowers or anything of the sort, mostly just overwhelmed with how nice she thinks you are to her.

“Baby, are you crying?”

“What- no! I just had hot cheetos and they were extra spicy.” Meanwhile pouting with trembling lips.

⭑.ᐟ Talking of pouting, it’s probably Nat’s top one reaction to you being mad at her. She’d never make you feel anger towards her on purpose so most of all it makes her panic right there. Tries to solve it as quickly as possible because all she wants is to see your frown dissolve into a sweet smile so she can finally hug your bones out.

⭑.ᐟ Loves to sleep in and will not let go of you until she’s fully ready to get up, nuzzling into your neck and practically whining when you make move to take off the covers.

⭑.ᐟ The biggest cuddle bug and particularly adores being the little spoon. Have her lay her head on your chest while playing with her hair and she’ll be purring like a cat in seconds.

⭑.ᐟ Is an absolute tease who wants your attention 24/7, will pinch your cheeks and arms until you finally look at her.

⭑.ᐟ This girl gets the zoomies randomly, giggling about stupid things and jumping on top of you to tickle your life out and cover your pretty face in wet & very sloppy pecks.

⭑.ᐟ Never having to be scared of her cheating cause realistically she’s a big loser who can barely talk to a girl without stuttering and wears shirts that say ‘i love my gf’ every other day.

⭑.ᐟ Is so freaking clumsy, keeps on hitting her toes on wall corners and breaking cups because she trips on literal air. It’s all worth it for her though because she gets to have you as her personal nurse, putting a band aid over where she’s hurt before placing a kiss over it.

⭑.ᐟ Paints your nails while you tell her about the latest gossip going on, listening attentively and gasping dramatically when she thinks something is particularly shocking.

“He did what!? :0”

⭑.ᐟ Genuinely leaves hickeys on you sometimes without even noticing. She’ll be kissing your neck without any second intentions and before she can stop herself there will be a whole bruise on it.

⭑.ᐟ Has a lego collection with spaceships from star wars and some geeky video games. Gets sooo giddy when you buy her new ones and prepares a whole date night for you to build it with her.

⭑.ᐟ When you’re sitting together in class she draws silly doodles on your notebook, making very bad drawings of both of you holding hands with hearts around you.

“Look, that’s us :)”

⭑.ᐟ Sometimes gets a bit insecure and doesn’t understand what you see in her, it’s hard to believe you actually love her for who she is. But once you call her over when you’re with your friends in public and literally show her off she knows there was never a reason to doubt it.

[ninisdollie]

Secret crush - Hirota Riki 𓈒ིུ ❤︎ ˖ ݁

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"In which reader has a big, fat, embarrassing crush on maki, her best friend’s brother"

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fem! reader x maki, best friend’s brother maki, reader is a bit shy, sexual tension, dirty talking, unprotected sex, creampie, a bit short and rushed sex.

"I'm bored, it's so hot..." your best friend laid spread on her bed, fluttering her hands over her face as she gasped for air, it was a very, sunny, hot, summer day.

You guys had had a sleepover the night before, staying up late talking, giggling and doing all girly things (gossiping about boys and your favourite celebrities, you know, the usual).

You glanced at her from your phone, chuckling a bit, looking at the window as the sun ilumanted the whole room, it was indeed, very hot, your whole body felt like it was on fire, sticky sweat on your forehead. Her a/c was broken since weeks ago, so the heat was even more unbereable.

"Should we go for a swim?" She sat on her bed, excited. Turns out her family just acquired a new pool, and she had been waiting for the perfect excuse to dive right into the cold water.

You frowned, not really in the mood, and she pouted at you.

"Cmoooon, please? You can wear my new bikini, it will suit you, i don't mind, i'll even let you keep it" Of course she would, she had like 50 different bikini sets.

Hana and you had been best friends since forever, you grew up together and since you were an only child, she was like the sister you never had. She taught you almost everything that you knew, how to apply make up, how to paint your own nails, how to braid your hair, all of that stuff that your father couldn't teach you because of his lacking skills at raising a girl. You guys were inseparable, always did everything together, never kept secrets from each other.

Well, mostly.

The one thing she didn't know about you was your big, embarrassing, very secret crush for her brother, Maki. Ever since you'd known him you'd been completely crazy for him, he was the boy of your dreams, you couldn’t even remember a time of your life in which you weren’t totally crazy in love with him. Over the years, you’d had a few interactions with him, and even though they were meaningless in the eyes of others, you would lay on your bed eyes sticked to the ceiling as you smiled remembering them.

Like those times you would bump into him in the hallaway in front of the bathroom, a towell resting lazily over his waist, his hair dripping from a recent shower, he would smirk at you, telling you something like “Like the view?” and you would blush and trip, closing the door behind you. Other times when you were baking cookies in the kitchen with Hana, he would come in and tease you both “Don’t set the house on fire”, and he would chuckle, leaning over the door and raising an eyebrow.

Maki loved teasing you, always making fun of your for even the smallest things, like the first time you visited after the dentist had removed your braces, he laughed right in your face, saying: "If I had spent so much money to have my teeth like that, I would have sued my dentist." and you had pushed his chest, the sound of his chuckles making you blush.

Because yeah, you were a mess around him. Always nervous, always tripping on something, always stuttering, blushing and getting shy, to be honest you had no idea how it was possible that Hana didn't know about your crush yet, because discreet wasn't quite exactly the thing you were.

"Fine, let's go for a swim". You ended up accepting, and she jumped from the bed, all smiley.

Half an hour later, you walked outside of the bathroom, the bikini she gave to you was very cute, pink and girly, and it did fit your body perfectly, although you weren't the most confident girl in the world, you liked your reflection in that moment, it was honestly very flattering. You heard Hana's voice from downstairs, and you took a clean towell and a bottle of tanning spray before making your way there.

The day was actually perfect for a swim, the sunlight illumating the whole house, you walked through the living room to the kitchen, but you froze mid step.

"Fuck off, Maki, you should've stayed longer at Yuma's."

And you heard that laugh.

So he was back from his weekend trip.

You took a deep breath, you weren't expecting to see him today, since Hana said that he was at a friend's house and that you could have all the girls fun thanks to that. Suddenly your heart was beating real fast against your chest, that familiar nervousness covering your body. You could just walk straight into the backyard to the pool, and avoid him, but he would've went around to tease you and his sister anyway.

So you walked into the kitchen.

He was standing with his back towards the door, so he didn't see you immediately, but he turned around as he heard the creaking. A wide, teasing smile on his face, and those damn dimples facing you. Your heart jumped again.

"Look who's here, don't you have a house of your own?" he crossed his arms around his chest.

He was wearing a black hoodie and sweatpants, his blonde hair falling over his forehead, dark, brown eyes looking straight in yours, and it made your skin shiver. Even with the most simple clothes, lazy face, he looked so damn handsome.

You managed to hide your nervousness, or at least you thought, rolling your eyes annoyed and crossing your arms too.

"Lucky for you i come here to visit your sister and avoid you." You raised an eyebrow, and he chuckled again, his thick voice resonating in your brain.

"Exactly." Hana was chopping a watermelon, making her signature fruit salad for swimming days "I gave her my new swimsuit, doesn't she look so hot?"

Maki snorted, like making fun of you, Hana wasn't looking at him, but you were. His eyes traveled down your body in a small, tiny fraction of a second, scanning you up and down and you squirmed on your feet, because his look was intense, somehow between anylising and... admiring. When he looked at your face again, your gazes locked, for a few long seconds, and you swallowed, your heartbeat going crazy. He smirked, wetting his lips with his tongue. Then he took a step closer, and you almost jumped, he noticed it, and his smile grew, mischievously, hand lifted as he slightly pulled the strap of your bikini top, fingers brushing softly the skin of your collarbone, making you tingle, his touch throwing you off balance, eyes still connected to yours, and you suppressed a sigh.

"Yeah, that's definitely not her size." He teased again, with relaxed voice, but the look in his eyes was different, it went down to your chest, where your breasts were pushed up tight inside your top. He bit his lower lip, his body so close to yours.

The shiver on your spine went directly into another place, lower. And you blinked twice, feeling the heat take over your face.

"Oh shut up, go lock into your room to play a videogame or something." Hana lifted her gaze, knife on her hand, and the bubble popped, because he immediately laughed as he always did, like mocking you, before disappearing outside the kitchen.

It took you a few seconds to regain your composure, the leftovers of his subtle touch still making tingles on your skin, your face all red. You cleared your throat, and your best friend took the plate full of fruit before walking outside, you went behind her, not a sight of Maki in the living room.

Thank god, you thought.

These were the kind of interactions that only made your crush for him worse, because even if for him was just a game, and he did it for the sake of getting under your skin, it tormented you, you had to remind yourself that for him, you were just the annoying sister's best friend and he found fun in mocking you.

Right?

The hours went by with no further event, you and Hana settled around the pool, covering your bodies on tanning spray and laying underneath the sun, talking and laughing about a bunch of different things, enjoying the sweet and fresh fruit, before jumping into the pool and playing inside the cold water. You splashed on her face and she screamed, getting back at you, and you laughed loudly because these kind of moments with her made you so happy.

At one point she got out of the pool and layed on the tanning bed, the effects of going to bed too late appearing, so she ended up falling asleep under the sun, a magazine over her face, and you chuckled, covering her body with a towel so her skin wouldn't burn, going back into the pool.

You let your body float in the surface, closing your eyes and sighing deeply, simply relaxing around the quietness and comfort that your best friend's house gave you, a gentle breeze blowing.

Then, a shadow.

Confused for a second, you opened one eye, the sun's glow making it a bit difficult, but you saw him anyways. Maki was standing at the edge of the pool, looking down at you, that same smirk on his lips. He raised an eyebrow, and you settled your feet on the pool's ground.

"What?"

He took a few seconds before answering.

"You look like a shrimp."

You squinted your eyes, puffing trough your lips, groaning annoyed as you placed your arms above the edge, chin resting over them, the water splashing as your body moved.

"Thanks, Maki, you're always so sweet" Your tone was sarcastic, but to be honest you used it to cover up the clear nervousness that his teasing caused in you.

He laughed softly, sitting besides you, now he wasn't wearing sweatpants, but shorts, so he put his feet in the water, and leaned back, you tried not to look too much at how the muscles on his arm pumped, and he tilted his head just a bit.

"Believe it or not, that was a compliment, many people like shrimps"

You rolled your eyes again, because fucking Maki actually hated shrimps. When he was younger his parents used to fight to get him to eat just one.

"You're forgetting i know you since forever."

His laugh resonated again, and he nodded agreeing with you.

"Then, you look like an axolotl, those are fucking disgusting"

He did not.

Gasping offended, you looked at him as he cackled, head thrown back, face turning red at his own joke, and in a second, you lifted your arms agressively and splashed a bunch of water on him, completely soaking him, cackling too as you saw his expression. He stayed very still, in shock, thick drops falling from his hair, his clothes wringing wet, his eyes closed, clearly he wasn't expecting that.

Then he shook his head, running a hand through his face and he opened his eyes, serious, jaw clenched, he sighed deeply, looking straight into yours.

Oh oh.

You swallowed, but before he could get back at you you leaned on your arms getting out of the pool, body soaked dripping, the bikini fabric now sticked to you figure, running away from him as soon as he got up and went for you.

"Hey! Come back here!" He yelled behind you, and you laughed running around the pool, him chasing you clumsily because of the wet floor "Oh wait until i get my hands on you"

He ran straight to you, and you almost tripped getting inside the house, soaking the floor beneath your feet, still laughing, his face was priceless.

"Hey, you're not gonna be the one mopping the floor later" He pointed at you, and you sticked your tongue in a childish way.

Then, from one moment to another, he got to you, grabbing you by your thighs from behind, and you let out a scream as he laid you on his shoulder like a potato sack with ease, upside down, your chest going up and down, heavy breathing.

"Maki! Put me down!" You shook your legs, slapping his back.

He walked through the living room, mocking laugh leaving his mouth. He stopped by the couch, and dropped you on it, your back making contact with the cold leather, water drops still on your body. You looked up at him as he stood in front of you, your heart was racing. His eyes sticked to yours, and then he leaned on his arm, over you, his expression was different and you noticed how his gaze went down to your body, like it did earlier in the kitchen, deep, scanning you completely, pupils dilated, big, shiny. Then he looked at your face again, and you swallowed, a tension suddenly building up in the air, your skin shivering because of the water and something else, his body so close to yours, if he leaned just a little bit more, he would be on top of you.

"You're slowly running out of ideas to get my attention, aren't you?" His voice was thick as he talked low, serious, a tone you'd never heard from him before.

The air in your lungs was nowhere to be found, that nervous sensation taking you over again, and you blushed, how could you not when he was so close, talking to you like this. You opened your mouth to say something, but the words didn't come out, he got you right there, and you closed it again, lips shut together as you looked away, your face and body feeling hot all of a sudden.

"You're not so mouthy now, aren't you?" Maki raised an eyebrow, his lips curving into a smirk, and then he leaned more, until his face was so close to yours that his breath made contact with yours, and you blinked. He whispered in your ear, lips brushing as he said "You think i'm not aware of the thing you have for me?"

Your heart stopped beating, you froze, a small gasp leaving your lips.

Of course he knew what you felt for him, even if you tried so hard to hide it, your gaze, your tone, your body always gave you away, and you slapped yourself mentally because how could you'd been so dumb. And now shame showered you, you squirmed underneath him, trying to laugh it off with the most fake chuckle.

"Don't know what your talking about..." Your voice proved otherwise, it came out weak, shaky.

He chuckled, and the blush on your cheeks grew hotter, you wanted to die in that moment.

But then a hand lifted, fingers rubbing the skin of your neck, the curve of your shoulders, your skin bare because of course you were still in your bikini, every pore jumped at the touch, and his grin turned wider, something switching in his eyes, as he noticed how your body tensed, how your breathing became heavier. He stopped just in the strand of your top, tangling it between his index and thumb. He wet his lips with his tongue.

"You're bristling..." His voice was deep, raspy, it tickled all the bottoms of your brain, making your skin jump even more, and the shiver traveled down from your spine right between your legs as he pulled the strand, down your shoulder, the beginning of your breast showing up, hard nipple beneath the soaked fabric of your bikini "I'm not even doing anything and you're..." For a moment it was as if he couldn't believe it, how your body reacted to the simplest touch that came from him.

You squirmed again, biting your lower lip, and his gaze followed the movement, eyes stopping at your mouth.

He cursed under his breath before leaning all the way down and kissing you. And you melted, how could you not, you had been dreaming about this moment your whole life. A loud sigh left your lips and got lost between his, as he opened his mouth and moved it over yours, hot breaths colliding, lips crashing, and you immediately wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled so he could get closer, deeper. His lips were plush, thick, sweet, just how you imagined they would be, and his kiss was slow but hungry, tongue sticking out and exploring your mouth shamelessly, you sucked it and tangled it with yours, this made him groan softly, and you whimpered. It was a hot kiss, and the tingles in your core were a confirmation.

He broke the kiss, resting his forehead against yours, shaky breathing, eyes closed. He stayed still for a few, long seconds.

"Shit." he whispered, breathless.

And then he kissed you again.

His body laid over yours, and you spread your legs so his knee rested between them, dangerously close to your crotch, a mess of saliva and whimpers as his kiss became sloppier, needier, desperate. He'd been wanting this too, you could feel it.

Maki's hand then pulled the strap of your top completely, and the cold air made contact with your bare breast, your skin still slightly wet, hard nipple now in front of him, and he wasted no time in cupping it in his palm, squeezing, thumb rubbing and you moaned softly and arched your back, a jolt of pleasure installing again in your core. He separated from the kiss, looking at your face for a few short seconds before wrapping your nipple with his mouth, groaning as his tongue traced circles around it, covering it with his warm saliva, sucking, like an starved men. And you tangled your fingers in his wet hair, pulling slightly, moaning non stop. He did the same on the other side, now groping and sucking both of your titties, and you became a whiny mess just at this, his eyes filled with lust as he noticed you twisting underneath him, your hips rubbing with his hard length beneath his soaked shorts.

He let go of your nipple, this one swollen, a string of saliva that he removed by wetting his lips, and looked down at you, hands still caressing your breasts.

"Tell me you want this and i won't stop" He took a quick look outside the window, his sister was still sleeping, magazine over her face.

You bit your lip, and lifted your hips so you could rub yourself against him, his hard cock making you tremble above the thin fabric of your bikini, the look in your eyes filled with lust, need and desperation, making it very clear that you wanted, no, needed him.

He smirked again, kissing along your jawline and your neck, hand now traveling down your torso, his fingers burning your skin, and then he put them down your bikini, making contact with your wet pussy, which he wasted no time in spreading your folds, and you moaned again as he soaked them in your arousal, arching your back and subconsciously spreading your legs further, he bit his lip, his brows frowning at the feeling.

"You're soaking wet" His voice sounded weak too, desperate, you didn't have much time before Hana woke up, so, shaking, you placed your hand above his, like giving him your permission, and he shoved two fingers inside of you with ease. "So pretty"

Your whole body tensed, thighs twitching as he sighed and started thrusting his fingers in and out of you, stretching you so good, and you grabbed his arm with your hand, digging your nails in his soft skin as he fingered you with skill, thumb rubbing your aching, swollen clit, eyes sticked to yours, and he kissed you again, and again as you whimpered above his mouth, wet sounds until his palm was bumping with your entrance, so good.

"You like it?" and you nodded pathetically, eyes starting to water because the pleasure was starting to take you over.

"Y-Yes, so good..." you moaned, biting your lip as he curled his fingers inside of you, spreading your walls as your pussy swallowed his digits, your wetness dripping out and leaking into the leather of the sofa, you'd never been this turned on before, only he could have manage to have this kind of effect in you.

And Maki, he lost it. His eyes were fully dark now, jaw clenched as he pulled your bikini bottoms to the side and watched your beautiful, dripping cunt in front of him, he cursed and slapped your thigh slightly, and you jumped at the sting, the bulge beneath his shorts now impossible to hide.

You stretched your hand and ran it all over his body, because you'd always dreamed of feeling the lines of his abs beneath your fingers, and removed his shirt completely, wet skin burning at the touch, eyes shining at the beautiful sight, the muscles on his arms pumping as he kept fingering you, hand all veiny and wet. You reached for his crotch, groping his member above the fabric of his shorts, and he gasped, his face twisting as he bit his lip and nodded, moving his fingers faster, fucking you with them and you didn't waste any time before freeing him from his underwear, his cock now in front of your eyes. He was leaking precum, thick, red tip in desperate need of touch, and you stroked him slowly, tracing the veins of his dick with your fingers and he rocked his hips towards you, breathing heavily.

"Fuck yeah..." The sound of his voice was raspy "You're so tight, wanna feel you around me so bad"

You kept moving your hand, masturbating him and he was groaning and leaking all over you palm, but you were just as desperate as him, pussy pulsing everytime he fucked you with his fingers, moaning his name and closing your eyes. Then he reached your g-spot, and a loud high pitched scream left your mouth as your body trembled, your knees now touching your chest, and he chuckled, even in this situation making fun of you, removing his fingers and shoving them inside of his mouth, licking, tasting you. You blinked, chest moving up and down.

He straightened a bit, knees on the couch in front of you, and stroked himself a few times before rubbing his tip between your wet folds, exchanging fluids, and you squirmed and grabbed his arm tighter, locking your gaze with his. He did this a couple of times, just teasing, hissing between his teeth, and finally, finally, he slide in.

Your eyes opened wide as his cock stretched your walls, so good, thick, long inside of you, his heavy weight over your body, his hips crashing with yours when he thrusted, slowly, like wanting to longer the pleasure, lips parted as he moaned thickly, his manly hands grabbing your hips, the grip marking your soft skin. Your warm, wet pussy clenched around him, and that was enough for him to start moving.

His hips rocked hard against yours, skins crashing when he started to fuck you, raw, fast, desperate, deep, you could feel him in every inch inside of you, and you moaned and whimpered at the pleasure his movements caused in you, his cock burying in your pussy, disappearing between your drenched folds, the leather of the couch beneath you wet and hot because of your sweat.

"Fuck, such a perfect pussy, you're swallowing me so good, baby" He talked between his teeth, groans leaving his throat, hair sticked to his forehead, looking so messy.

He kissed you again, sloppy, wet, dirty, his tongue tangling with yours as he kept thrusting in and out of your pussy, moaning against your mouth and you'd thought it was the hottest sound ever, you didn't want this moment to end. It felt so good, so right, how he fucked you desperately, how his cock stretched you so good, you became a whiny, pathetic mess, completely cockdrunk.

"S-So good" you managed to speak, but your brain was completely shut down, only aware of the man on top of you, and he smiled, forehead against yours.

"Yeah? You like it? Fuck... been wanting to fuck you all my life" The confession made you only moan louder, and he had to put his hand above your mouth, suppressing the sound because your best friend was still asleep outside on a tanning bed.

He chuckled, suddenly pulling out and you almost cried at the empty feeling, but he flipped you over, ass lifted, and he shoved his cock inside of you again, now fucking you in fours. Your breasts and cheek against the leather of the couch, his thighs crashing with your ass when his movements became faster, this new position making him able to go deeper, and you shut your eyes, your legs shaking as you bit your lip so hard it almost started bleeding.

Then his hand reached for your clit, two fingers rubbing at the same paces as his thrusts, and you moaned again, your pussy clenching, your clit pulsing, swollen, aching, your whole body shaking, but his grip on your hips was tight, holding you. He placed kisses on your back, and you rocked your hips towards him, fucking yourself in his cock.

"Shit, you're so perfect" He gasped, not stopping.

One hand grabbed one of your breasts, squeezing, groping, and his thrusts became rougher, your whole body felt wrecked, you couldn't believe this was real life, your head spinning as he bumped deep in your insides, head of his cock slamming into your g-spot over and over again, the air heavy, heated, your high pitched moans combined with his raspy, manly voice.

He kept rubbing your clit, messy circles, and you felt it, the knot building in your lower belly.

"F-Fuck, Maki... i'm close" You whined, hair sticked to your face, and he moved faster, fucking you senseless and at this point, you weren't trying to hold back your cries anymore.

He slapped your ass, the skin turning red and the sting sending a shiver through your body, his fingers never stopping rubbing you. He talked in your ear between groans.

"Me too, cum, c'mon, cream my cock" Your nails dug into the couch, back arching creating a perfect curve, your pussy aching, so close to cumming around him, you shut your eyes, seeing stars, breathless, heavy whimpers leaving your swollen, damaged lips. "C'mon baby, cum for me"

And you did. The orgasm completely showered your body, loud, pornographic scream as you came around him, pussy dripping, legs shaking, completely wrecked, you touched the sky in that moment, eyes rolled to the back of your head, saliva falling from the corners of your mouth.

Maki came too, his thrusts messy, erratic, rhythm completely lost as he groaned gutturally and his pulsing cock spilled all of his pleasure inside of you, long, warm strings of cum filling you up so good, and you moaned again at the feeling, your cunt pulsing and aching, sore.

It took a few seconds for him to recompose, sighing deeply placing a few final kisses on your back, before finally pulling out, catching his breath, eyes sticked to your leaking pussy, his own cum falling from your folds to the couch. You stood there for a moment, trying to regain consciousness of yourself, feeling as if you were floating, waking up from a dream, your legs still trembling.

Eventually, you turned around, and you two stared at each other, he was already pulling his cock back into his shorts, an unreadable look on his face.

And then, you both started laughing, reality hitting you both, because you'd never thought this would happen. Especially you, it was a wild dream, one that you didn't want to wake up from. He kissed your forehead, helping you tie the strands of your bikini again, putting all on its place, stealing small kisses in your lips.

Then he broke the silence.

"Listen, i don't want you to think this was a one time thing, what i said... it's true" He bit his lip, scratching the back of his neck "I like you, i've always liked you"

Your heart bumped into your chest as you finished pulling up your bikini, and you froze, not only because of his sudden confession, that meant that your embarrassing crush was actually reciprocated, but because Hana appeared through the door, eyes lazy as she just woke up.

She stared at you both, staying very still, in shock. You started to make excuses in your mind to say, but she didn't let you talk.

"So finally you guys admitted you've been crazy for each other since forever, points to that. I just wished your fucking loud ass quicky didn't wake me up from a perfect nap".

You looked at Maki, then her, then Maki again.

"So i'm the only one that noticed?" she raised an eyebrow, crossing her arms.

And the three of you broke laughing.

So yeah, turns out your big crush on your best friend's brother was not very secret, but at least he felt the same way about you.

this was kind of short i'm sorry :(

[hrrtshape]

a partial schedule. palace log. 536 bc. my dr experience.

wake up before the sun finishes stretching. the sky's barely light, pinkish and soft, kind of like clay left too long in the river. you hear the servants whispering about fish rot, and temple gossip, and someone's daughter who hasn't bled yet. a priest is already sweeping the steps somewhere with a palm broom.

you lie still, listening, sheets half-kicked off, the stone under you holding last night's heat. your girl, lilu, arrives with water and a strip of date cake. she says it's your favourite. it isn't, it's just whatever was left from yesterday, but you smile anyway. she tucks your hair behind your ear.

she opens the shutters. the sky yawns wider. you sit up slow. someone left lilies in a clay jar by the window, still fragrant, barely wilted. there's a streak of something red on the handle. not blood. probably dye. you don't ask.

you're bathed in the courtyard, sun warming the edge of the pool. rose oil in the water. your skin smells nice. someone hums a song from the lower quarter and it gets stuck in your head.

you don't believe in the gods but you mouth the morning blessing out of habit. just in case. the oil slicks on the surface of the bath akin to a skin. you watch it swirl when they pour a bucket over your shoulders. one of the younger girls hands you a lotus petal. you press it flat and let it drift.

they dress you in linen light enough to float. gold cuffs, obsidian ring, sandals you don't lace yourself. your hair's done in twists that took an hour. you catch your reflection in the water basin and don't hate it. that's rare. that's enough. lilu holds up a polished bronze mirror. you squint. one eyebrow's off. she fixes it without a word.

breakfast is barley bread still warm, a soft white cheese, olives, figs. everything tastes like sun. you eat with your fingers. lilu laughs when you reach for a second fig. someone brings sugared almonds in a tiny bronze bowl. you don't love them but you eat three out of politeness. you send the rest to the kitchen boys.

the temple stairs are warm when you sit. vendors shout over each other, selling beads, fish, dyed cloth, half-truths. one claims his donkey can sense omens. another offers you a bird's heart for protection. someone has little carved lions for sale. you buy two. you wear the blue-glazed beads right away. they click softly when you move.

midmorning is too hot. you slip into the archives, where it's cool and shadowed. you pick up a clay tablet on sea trade and pretend to read it. someone brings honey-water. someone else says there was a fight near the canal. another scribe mutters something about a debt gone wrong and a missing bracelet. it's always something.

you draw nonsense on a wax board until your tutor arrives. he asks if you know the word for fortress in susian. you don't, but you make one up. he smiles as if it's a real answer. you both know it isn't, but no one cares. he reads from a scroll about northern stars and lost cities. although you like the names more than the facts.

lunch is melon, grapes, tiny flat cakes with sesame. they stick to your fingers. you drink something fermented and fizzy. it makes you giddy. your cousin joins. she has opinions about court girls and what they're wearing now. you nod a lot. she likes to hear herself talk. her nails are painted in crushed saffron. she touches your wrist when she laughs.

afternoon's for appearances. you walk the length of the palace gardens, which are actually quite serene today. the palms are trimmed, the flowers are opened wide. you stop to smell one and get yellow pollen on your nose. you leave it there.

children run past chasing a hoop made from willow. one trips. you help him up.

a boy from tyre plays the lyre. badly. you clap anyway. it's not about the sound, more so the gesture. someone gifts you a dyed scarf shaped like river waves. you tie it around your arm. you start to like it. the gardener waves at you from the other side of the courtyard. you wave back.

evening comes with incense smoke and lazy wind. your cousin returns. this time she brings a real rumour. something about a priest, a lockbox, and a missing girl. you say, "oh?" and nothing else. she keeps talking. the sun slides behind the ziggurat and the sky goes purple at the edges.

dinner is roasted lamb, onions, lentils, wine. you eat too much. someone plays the flute and nails it this time. someone tells a joke about the king's advisor and a sacred goose. you don't get it.

when they undress you, you're too full to move. they oil your back with lavender and brush your hair until it shines. you ask for mint leaves under your pillow. they bring them.

you lie in the courtyard under the stars, which are finally visible. one shoots across the sky. you make a wish, like a child. you won't tell anyone. that's how it works. the stone floor is still warm. someone drapes a thin cloth over you. you leave your arm out.

you sleep before the chanting starts. finally. it's not a deep sleep, but it's yours.

repeat tomorrow.

just maybe with different earrings. maybe with more laughing. maybe with pomegranate juice instead of wine.

[1withestars]

🛸⋆☆˚.⋆ nct dream as a significant other (headcanon)

| implied idol!dream, implied fem!reader, fluff, very cute in general

mark

would stare at you with much adoration but breaks eye contact immediately if you caught him in the act

would write songs about you and record them with a smile on his face cs you’re all he thinks about while recording it

would literally contort his body to get the perfect angle while taking a picture of you

would get cuteness aggression towards you

would give crazy tight hugs

would be the type to have a hair tie around his wrist

would love gossip sessions with you

would ask you to braid his hair

would love giving you back hugs

would share earphones with you

would play the guitar for you, knowing the sound of it calms you more than anything

would be really shy about the first kiss but pecks you everywhere once he starts getting comfortable with it

renjun

would make you custom things using his own hand drawn illustrations

would love resting his head on your shoulders if you sat side by side

would love to do your hair

would offer to do your nail

would love dressing you up and buy you outfits

would dedicate his pieces to you

would co-parent a stuffed animal with you

would sing you to sleep

would gently hold on to your clothes when walking around

would gift you stuff for no reason

would wipe your tears when you cry

would ask you about your day every day

jeno

would hold your hand and not want to let go. he just loves holding hands (your hand)

act of service KING. talk less do more typa guy

would pull you by the belt loop on your pants

would pout if he’s sulky

would rub your tummy at random times

would be the type to tickle you for fun

would hold your hand when he’s driving

waist grabber

would persuade you into coming with him on his bike rides/exercise sessions

his eye smile shows when he finds you cute

would give you massage

would send you his entire fyp but makes sure beforehand that you aren’t annoyed by it

haechan

would get shy if you do aegyo (intentional or not)

would like it if you sat on his lap

would be a hugger and love to be hugged

would love getting his hair played with

would provoke you cs he likes seeing you get worked up

would sometimes get shy when you tease him and avoids your gaze

would cook you breakfast in the morning

would let you paint his nails

would love kissing your neck

would carry your bag when you go out with him

would let you sit on his lap while he plays computer games

would give you curated playlists with different vibes

jaemin

would sneakily take pictures of you

would have an exclusive instagram account for you and post the pictures he took of you there

would stare at you with the most loving eyes and wouldn’t shy away if you caught him (continues staring at you)

would be pretty possessive

would casually flirt cs he loves seeing you get flustered

would get cute matching stuff

would love sniffing your neck

would do the corniest things together

would pamper your face with soft kisses

would play the piano for you

would set a candid picture of you as his lockscreen

would give you piggyback rides

chenle

would giggle like a madman if you tickle him (he’s so very ticklish)

would still get competitive if not more

would give you head pats

would love having you sit on his lap so he could back hug you and rest his head on your shoulder

would play with the accessories on your hand (ring, bracelet, hairtie, etc.) and fidget with it

if he was watching nba and the warriors won, he would hug and shake you like crazy

would nuzzle his head anywhere on your body

would cook for you, sometimes with you

would record himself playing the piano and send it to you

would match shoes with you

would feed you anytime anywhere

would love backhugs

jisung

would unintentionally stare at you with a very intense gaze of love

his gummy smile comes out whenever he finds you cute

would be the type to enjoy burying his face into your neck

would lend you his hoodies/zip-ups cs he thinks you look cute in them

would love kissing your forehead and hands

would share earphones with you

would teach you how to play games

would link arms while he plays mobile games

would rub circles on your knees/back

would be the type to ruffle your hair

would tie your shoelaces

would text you good morning and good night texts

first post!! very very new to tumblr and honestly i was quite lost writing this cs this was my first time writing a hc BUTTTT i hope this reaches the right audience :)) have a great rest of your dayyyy (interactions are greatly appreciated!!)

[rae-writes]

pre/early relationship things + Naruto boys <3

sawft bois, cute bois, sweet bois || 0.9k

Kankuro asking you to wait for him after the war: there's some things he's gotta figure out (including getting all his feelings together) and some things he needs to do, so he asks you to wait with a sheepish smile at the gates of Konoha

Kankuro's really glad he had his face paint over his cheeks because he feels a blush spread across them when you rub your thumb over the paint and smear two purple lines over your own cheeks in acceptance

And Kankuro nearly falls out in the floor when, a few weeks later, he's back in the sand village opening a letter from Temari and a picture falls out: you're standing in front of a mirror, purple eye pencil in hand, as you very clearly mimic a thinner style of his paint markings- with a bright smile plastered over your face as you look at the camera

Kankuro decides he has to go back to the Leaf as soon as possible. He needs you to be his. Really his.

Naruto trying his hardest to keep a clean presentation in front of you at first; neat hair, no sloppy clothes, wiped off face. He's just really nervous because he really likes you and wants to..essentially detach any images you may have of him from all the village gossip (even though you don't think anything but the best of him)

So Naruto was about to have a meltdown when he bumped into you as he ran late for a team meeting: bedhair fluffed out and sticking up the wrong way, clothes askew and barley put on properly, cheeks and mouth covered in crumbs and jam from his on-the-go breakfast that was clutched half eaten in his equally messy hand

But before he could disappear on the spot and go crawl in a hole and die, Naruto found himself with a racing heart and red cheeks when you gave him a sweet little laugh and helped him out. Your fingers in his hair, brushing and smoothing out the stubborn strands, running along his chest as you straightened his undershirt and zipped his jacket, swiping at his cheeks and lips to get rid of the mess (and sticking your thumb in your mouth to clean off the jam was just the nail in the coffin)

Naruto decides right then and there that he's gonna marry you someday (and when he realizes he said that out loud, he'll practically explode in a shade of red before stammering out a loud "Believe it!" before running off to go meet his team)

Watching Kakashi attempt subtlety as he stares at your lips whenever you're talking or simply just lounging around with him. He wants to kiss you so badly but he's not ready to take off his mask just yet but the thought of kissing you is on his mind so much that he thinks he might go insane if he doesn't get to learn how it feels

It's gotten to the point where Kakashi always presses his forehead against your temple, covered nose and mouth brushing over your cheek and jaw as he plays it off as exhaustion; really, though, he's just a little embarrassed (and a bit scared) to ask you to kiss him without removing his mask

Which leaves Kakashi absolutely shell shocked and delighted all at once when, as you're seeing him off before his mission, you press your lips against his through the mask as a parting gift (leaving the scent of your flavored chapstick behind on the fabric, something that keeps his mind just as occupied as before he got a kiss, only now it's because he needs to taste that flavor- mask be damned)

Shikamaru starting to debate the way he acts with you after seeing his friends with their partners, realizing he's never really asked you how you felt about his...lazy habits when hanging out and wonders if you're actually as okay with it as you seem

It's a real drag, honestly, Shikamaru thinks- having to question something he's never had self doubt on before. He makes up his mind that he's just going to ask you straight out and get it over with. His brilliant plan goes out the window and into the trash, though, when you trudge into his house for your date night and curl up beside him, mentioning something about 'been looking forward to our weekly shared nap' (which makes his heart speed up, hindering him from even being able to fall asleep. he wasn't complaining- for once- not after seeing you so at ease with his lazy habits)

Kiba not knowing why Akamaru runs off for around thirty minutes each afternoon after training is over, but not minding too much since his fluffy companion always comes back from wherever with his tail wagging and tongue out happily. He does get curious, though, so he ends up following along one day

And Kiba about dies on the spot when he sees Akamaru bounding up to you, the civilian that he has a giant crush on (who always smiles and waves at him, no matter what, in passing). He watches his tank of a hound sprawl in your lap- almost covering your entire body- and get petted and cooed at. He stumbles over with a dumb grin and heated cheeks, making easy conversation

When he leaves with Akamaru in tow, Kiba formulates a plan to finally ask you out, hopefully using his best furry wing man to help

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i neeeed smth silly with wade and his s/o having a stereotypical teenage girls' sleepover- painting their nails, gossiping about boys (logan) and trying to style wade's wack ass wig.

sigh unfortunately i am in love with The Idiot

Honestly? You’re pretty fucking happy.

Wade is incredibly attentive. A goofball, sure, and the kinda guy to take things a little too far sometimes - but he can always tell when there’s something wrong. You’ve been far too stressed. Work has been getting you down, too much pressure with not enough appreciation, and it just feels like you’re being ground into the dirt by someone’s heel. Your usual enthusiasm when you come home has been ablated and you’ve barely been able to give Wade a smile recently. 

So tonight, when you walk in with gloom heavy around you, you’re pleasantly surprised when the apartment is lit with candles and your favourite album is playing quietly on the stereo. Wade looks up from where he’s judging between two facemasks. 

“Okay, we can go with ‘jasmine tranquillity’ or ‘rose seduction’. I’m feeling ‘rose seduction’, but maybe that’s because sensuality is my middle name. Well, one of my middle names. Wade Winston Sensuality Wilson.”

You put your work bag down and fix him with the smile which can’t help rising over your face. 

“What’s all this?”

“I couldn’t have my pookie ending their week on a bum note. I co-opted the place for ourselves tonight.”

“And Logan doesn’t care? Al?”

“Out drinking and at bridge, respectively. I’ll let you guess which one’s where.”

The image of your gruffest housemate sitting across from three retirees while playing cards makes you snort, and Wade knows he’s got you. 

Now? Now the facemask is smelling the room with soft perfume and you’re swilling your Merlot around in its glass, watching as Wade holds one of your bare feet in his lap and carefully applies red to your nails. There are curlers in your hair but none in his wig, because god knows you refuse to touch that thing any more than you absolutely have to. 

“This wine is nice,” you hum, slightly buzzed from the two glasses you’ve already had.

“It’s not, it was ten dollars, but once you’ve had enough you stop noticing that it tastes like ass,” he replies. Yeah, okay, he’s right. You down the rest of it and lean back against the sofa, watching him work as your vision swims a little. 

“You’re really good at this,” you hum. Wade doesn’t tear his eyes away from where he’s applying varnish in neat, diligent strokes. 

“I can sever a guy’s spine through his first and second lumbar vertebrae from thirty feet away. I’ve got steady hands, babe.” As easily as if he was commenting on the weather he holds up a small tray of press-on decals. “Now, do you want the little apples or the little cherries?”

You snort, gleeful. “Oh my god Wade, did you get those from Claire’s?”

“Yes I did. I went into Claire’s today because I’m confident in my masculinity and it’s a wonderful, joyous place to be.”

“… did Laura go in with you so you wouldn’t feel weird?”

“Yukio. I’m picking the cherries,” he decides with an air of finality. You cradle your woozy head in your arms and sigh, happily. 

“I love you, Wade.”

Finally he looks up, his face melting into a smile. 

“Yeah, I love you too. Now do you wanna watch Definitely, Maybe or Bridget Jones tonight?”

“Bridget Jones. You get weird when we watch the other one.”

“Heh, yeah,” he agrees. 

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