#he can pet. caress. hand lingering for just a second.

[rocketrot]

nothing else is happening in the last one, its literally only a kiss. archer is just such a freak that even that by its own is enough to break him. (to be fair, it's the first time gio had ever kissed him)

he's so delusional that he almost believes it was genuine reciprocation of his feelings instead of gio playing with his toy and seeing what fun new noises it can make :)

[jujutsusimp]

More than a weapon

🌸Gojo notices some change in his body due to his domesticated life with you and you love it.

Truly this is just a some self indulging fluff and cheesy romance but I needed it.

Content: Gojo x fem!reader, fluff, Gojo being insecure

“I really let myself go huh?”

You peek your head out of the book you are reading on the bed, watching Satoru look himself in the bedroom mirror, pinching a tiny bit of belly fat on his lower abdomen. This man is still carved like a Greek god, but finally, he has something more than muscles and skin.

“I will need to work on that,"  he muses absentmindedly, which makes you frown and answer instinctively: “Don’t you fucking dare.”

He raises an amused eyebrow at your intense declaration, looking at you with a teasing smile. “You like this, Babe?”, he demands with a chuckle while you let go of your book, getting up to embrace him. He doesn’t resist when you wrap your arms around him, burying your head in his chest.

"Yes, I do”, you state firmly with a pout, tightening your grip almost protectively.

“Yeah?”, he insists with a smile in his voice while he gently pets your hair.

“Yes…”, you assert, inhaling his scent, his odor is still discernible despite the flowery perfume of your soap. He always washes with your soap, and you love that. “I am working very hard for this, you know...”

He laughs, and you feel his chest vibrating against your face. “Are you trying to fatten me, my love?”, he says with a teasing voice.

“Not particularly”, you answer softly, feeling some kind of happy melancholia, “but this little belly, it’s proof of all the time you stayed hugging me on the bed instead of exercising...”, you start, peppering his rock hard abs with kisses. “… of all the time you stayed watching a movie with me instead of babysitting the whole sorcery world…” In your eyes, his body being slightly more relaxed is proof of your years of domesticated life together, and you cherish it.

You breathe deeply, digging a bit more your fingers in his back, noticing his hands had stopped petting you. In fact, he is really quiet, which is abnormal for him, and you raise your head to look at him. He appears so vulnerable right now that you feel your heart drop.

“I am allowed?”, his voice is barely a whisper, carrying so much emotions. So much fragility. You wished you had the strength to hug him harder. You wish you weren’t so small and you could shield him in your arms like he does with you. “Yes, yes you are, my love, of course you are. You are allowed to live for yourself… to let yourself go”, you affirm, echoing his first words.

“There are a lot of people counting on me, you know…”

You pout at his protestation, finally letting go of his torso to grab his cheeks. “I know, I am not telling you to stop saving the world, just that your whole life doesn’t have to revolve around your work.”

He seems deep in thought, hesitant, and you cut all further protestation by getting on your toes to plant a kiss on his face, until he is the one lifting you so he can kiss you back, loosing himself on your lips with a tranquil passion. There is no hurry in this kiss, just prolonged contact and devoted tenderness until he withdraws his head to contemplate you, his hands still grabbing you by the waist and upper thighs. There is so much love in those blue eyes, but also some doubts lingering.

“What are you worrying about, love?”, you ask softly, knowing he is still tormented. He looks confused, mumbling a bit as he thinks about it seriously for a moment. You don’t press him, caressing his hair gently in a soothing motion. Only an indecent amount of patience and love can make a man like him voice his insecurities.

“Useless… I don’t want to become useless.”, he finally admits lifting you a bit higher so he can bury his face on your chest and hide how troubled he looks right now.

He didn’t say powerless, or weak. He said “useless”. You contemplate his words for a second before kissing the top of his head affectionately. You still have a lot of work to do.

“You are not a weapon Satoru Gojo, you are a person, my lover, an incredible teacher, and a funny and passionate man. You don’t have to be useful, you have so much more to bring to the world than muscles and powers.”

You feel his grip tightening a bit on your body, almost painfully, but you don’t mind, closing your eyes while you dig your fingers into his hair.

“I don’t care if you don’t believe me yet, I will just repeat it until you know you are enough, you are wanted, you are loved strongest or not.” You hammered with an unwavering voice, holding all your stubborness for things that truly matter.

“Alright, alright”, he finally relents, his emotions vibrating in his voice but coated with sweetness. You look down at him, watching him lift his eyes out of your chest. “I believe you”

You smile proudly, borrowing his signature cocky smirk, which makes him smile fondly in return. Still holding you with one hand, he removes a strand of hair from your face, gazing at you with love. “I guess as long as I am strong enough to do that, it’s okay.”

You lift an eyebrow at his mischievous grin forming behind the tenderness. “Do what?”

Before you finish your sentence, he is making you twirl in the air into his arms, and you gasp, clinging at his hair to not fall with a delighted chuckle he soon echoes.

Yes, it was more than enough.

[poeticlilies]

Dazai with a reader who’s really motherly with him? I feel like he secretly craves to be coddled but he plays it off with jokes for a while until a certain point where he just breaks :(

also I’m sorry if my request got sent more than once, tumblr is being silly ‼️

♡ My baby, my baby...

Dazai Osamu x Reader

Desc: Comforting Dazai. (fem reader)

TW/CW: mental breakdowns, joking about mental health, dark thoughts, suicide, self-harm, mentions of religion (usage of word "God"), usage of "Y/N", angst -> hurt/comfort

It hurt.

It hurt so, so much Dazai Osamu thought that God had finally pitied him and was letting him die.

He couldn't breathe; his lungs felt like they were collapsing in on themselves, and he sobbed, trying to let oxygen back into his lungs as they burned.

"Just get home," his mind repeated. "Just get home and you can see Y/N again."

A foreign corner of his heart quieted it's pounding; slowing down to consider the thought of keeping quiet long enough to see you. It agreed, happy at the thought of you; and after five minutes Dazai got up and walked out of the closet he had locked himself inside.

Kunikida stared at him, stopping mid-rant as concern flashed over his coworker's face; but before the blond could say anything, Dazai was out the door and on his way to see you again. The annoying ringing of his cellphone wasn't present; which means that Kunikida probably laid off of him and let him go home early.

He doesn't even remember going home, doesn't remember the sidewalk, the train ride, or the winding little path leading to the quaint little neighborhood; doesn't remember unlocking the front door and taking his shoes off, heart beginning to race again as it protests for the mind to uphold it's part of the deal.

"Y/N?.." he calls weakly; stumbling around your shared home. "Y/N!"

His mind begins to race, panicking; what if you had gotten kidnapped? or hurt? what if the Port Mafia took you? what if-- but his thoughts were cut off when the angel that is you, in your everlasting glory, appeared; dressed in shorts and a sweater, surprised (and a little concerned) to why he was home so early and stumbling around your shared house like a drunkard.

He barely hears the worried gasp of his name; barely processes anything before he's lunging for you, arms flying around your torso and coiling around it, tears coming to his eyes as he sobs in relief, crying and blubbering as he's finally back in your loving arms.

He feels the hand you have on his head caressing his hair gently as if he were a glass ornament that would break apart at the slightest touch, and he cries harder; burying his face into your stomach as he sinks down closer to the floor. He feels you crouching down with him; cradling his head against your chest as you murmur warm words that slither inside through his ears to his heart, comforting it as you hold him in your embrace.

You had never seen him like this; had always known the strong, brave Dazai Osamu; had always seen the confident, cocky, brave persona he put on. Whenever you tried to coddle him, he had brushed it off; but you never missed the slight twitch of his eyes, the lingering look in them as he turned away, the way his hand rested on top of yours for a second too long before he pulled away.

That's why you kept going; kept pushing at his walls, begging and pleading for him to let them down; that you weren't going to hurt him like everybody else, weren't going to be let in only to stab at everything in a frenzy like everyone else. No, you wanted to love him; to cherish him and to make him feel loved as you protected him from the world and it's miseries the way he did to countless other individuals.

And it worked; hence the events of today, as Dazai clings to your sweater and sobs.

"Shhh... Shhh.. baby, what's wrong?.." you murmur, finally; petting his hair as he begins to quiet down, obediently following your words.

"M-Missed you." he states, quietly, simply. "Missed y-you so much; c-couldn't think. Could-dn't do a-anything. Missed you so bad..." he whispers, tearing up again.

"Shh.." you whisper again; lifting his face up and kissing his cheeks. "Cmon, baby; you can tell me what's wrong. It's alright, darling."

And Dazai Osamu only falls deeper in love with you.

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YAHOO!! sorry if u wanted smt else this was the way i interpreted it :(

[cowgurrrl]

I Believe In You

Pairing: Joel Miller x fem!reader

Summary: A bet is made [3.0k]

Warnings: so many kisses I stopped counting, Joel talking about his past, parental death, slight angst (???) but lots of comfort (!!!), so many pet names, so much flirting, these two MAKE ME SICK

You thought getting back in the car would be awkward or silently suffocating you with tension. You thought he'd disappear when you finally found the strength to pull away from his stained lips or that he'd panic the way you had started to panic. He doesn't. 

When you look at him, he just smiles and caresses your chin gently. You're both slow to disentangle from each other, but the night's humidity warrants it. Still, he doesn't move very far once his hands are to himself again. You feel better or, at least, less crazy. Joel is somehow really got at making your shitty moments feel less shitty. "Do you wanna go home, or can I take you for some ice cream?" He asks, his voice a little hoarse, and you smile. Your lipstick is stuck to his mouth, but he doesn't seem to mind. He seems proud of it. When you reach out to smooth some of it away, he lets you get most of it before he presses a kiss to the pad of your thumb. Smug, you think to yourself. 

"I think ice cream sounds great." You say. He grabs the hand you used to wipe away the lipstick, interlocks your fingers, and escorts you to the passenger side to open the door for you. He doesn't let go until you're settled in the seat, and even then, he leans against the door, just looking at you. There's an adorably giddy twinkle in his eyes and a smear of lipstick on his chin. You have to kiss him one more time to fight the fuzzy feeling between your temples. You really meant for it to be quick so you could get ice cream, but he chases your lips and kisses you again. 

"I like kissin' you," he hums against your lips, and you laugh.

"Yeah?" 

"Oh, yeah. We should've done this sooner."

"You're a mess." You tease as you push him away. He stares at you fondly for another second or two before finally closing the door and jogging around to the other side to start the car. It takes a whole two red lights before he finally builds up the courage to rest a hand on your thigh, casually drumming the beat of an old country song into the fabric of your dress as he drives. 

The Sonic he pulls into is pretty dead, with only the tired workers and high school students filling the space. The neon lights of the signs buzz and crackle outside your window as you half-lean across Joel to look at the menu, even though you already know what you want. You order a cookie dough blast, and he orders a mint chocolate chip shake, which you make a face at. He catches you and furrows his eyebrows at you as he fishes his wallet out of his pocket.

"What's that look for?" He asks, and you shake your head. 

"You think you know someone." 

"D'you have a problem with my order?" 

"Mint chocolate chip ice cream is your go-to order? Seriously?" You ask, and he chuckles as he pays. You think about arguing with him about paying for you, but you can't imagine he'd take any money you offered, so you just go back to not not flirting with him. 

"Is this gonna be a deal-breaker for ya?"

"It just might be." Your smile betrays your words, and his hand again finds a place on your leg. Now that the dam is broken, it seems like his favorite thing is to have you close enough to touch, and you're not gonna be one to get in the way of that. You talk until your ice cream rolls its way to the truck, and then you enjoy the cold treats quietly. That is until you catch sight of one of the stray, fat cats lingering in the parking lot. You gasp and get Joel's attention, but he tries to act as excited as you feel. 

"I'm gonna go get one." You threaten, and Joel laughs.

"They'll scratch you."

"No, they won't. Cats love me," you point at a particular plump orange one. "I'd snag that one and take it home. Name it Tubs or somethin'."

"You'd be walkin' home with Tubs." He says, and you turn back to look at him, your jaw dropping slightly at him. He smirks at the reaction and takes a sip of his shake. 

"What? You don't like cats?" 

"'M allergic." He says, and you suck your teeth as you sink back into the seat.

"That sucks."

"Tell me bout it. Sarah used to leave milk out on the porch for the neighborhood cats to try and convince one of 'em to come live with us. Even told her second-grade teacher bout her little plan," he says. "Then, she had to tell 'em all bout how Daddy's allergy broke her heart."

"I think it's heartbreaking, and I'm an adult." You say, and he laughs, shaking his head at you. You trade stories back and forth between bites, and once your styrofoam cups are empty, you slide your uncomfortable heels off and stretch out across the bench seat. Joel doesn't hesitate to pull your legs across his lap and trace happy little circles into your calves as you talk. 

It's always been easy to talk to Joel, but in the privacy of his truck, it feels like it's second nature. He's a good listener, nodding and asking questions along the way, and tells his own stories without hesitation. You could probably sit there for hours and listen to him talk, especially as the nights get darker and his accent gets a little thicker. But you think his laugh is what gets you the most. That big, hearty, throwing-your-head-back kinda laugh that makes your heart sing.

"I can't believe that!" He laughs, and you shake your head, smiling. 

"What? That college is expensive, or that I ran a semi-successful tattoo business out of my apartment for a few months?" You ask, and he pinches your skin playfully, not enough to hurt but enough to remind you of his hands on you.

"I know college is expensive, smartass. I just can't believe you did that."

"Better believe it, maverick. There are some really successful adults out there with my shitty tattoos on them." 

"Were they really shitty, or are you tryna be modest again?" He asks, seeing right through you, and you squint at him. He copies the eagle-eyed stare, and you push at him a little, only a little annoyed at how good he is at reading you. 

"I guess we'll never know," you shrug. "C'mon, your turn. What were you like in college?"

"I didn't go to college." 

"Okay, what were you like during that time?"

"In high school, I was kinda pain in the ass. Showin' up late, not doin' my work, breakin' rules, makin' bad decisions." 

"A bad boy. I bet the girls musta loved you."

"Somethin' like that." He laughs. 

"What changed?" You ask, and he takes a deep breath. A crease forms between his eyebrows, and his jaw flexes as he thinks. The air in the truck seems to shift in seconds. You're about to take back the question and tell him he doesn't have to answer, or you can talk about something else, but he pushes forward.

"My dad died the first week of my senior year," he shakes his head, and you get a glimpse of the grieving seventeen-year-old who's probably always been just below the surface, but you couldn't see. He seems so small and so scared. Nothing like the man in front of you now. You put your hand over his without thinking. "It was a freak accident. Heart attack while he was workin'. There wasn't anythin' anyone could've done. My mom took over his contracting company and did her best but was strugglin' too. Tommy wasn't even a teenager yet, so I took over a lot of the day-to-day carin' for him, takin' him to school, gettin' groceries, homework, and all that. When I graduated, I took the company over from my mom and basically had to start over, and I've been doin' it ever since."

"I'm so sorry, Joel." The words feel like trying to put a bandaid on a bullet hole. You would think after so many centuries of people losing loved ones, we'd find something better to say to each other. Joel swallows thickly and shakes his head. He keeps his eyes glued to your hands and clears his throat of sudden emotion.

"'S alright. 'S been a few years." He mumbles, the fatherless seventeen-year-old vanishing and being replaced by the man who's been a father for longer than his dad was. 

"Still doesn't make it easier."

"No, it doesn't," he says. "I did think about goin' to college. I thought that once Tommy got through and settled, maybe I could go. But he enlisted right outta high school, and we had Sarah, and it just wasn't in the cards for me." 

"That's okay." You say, and he nods. You've never asked Ellie about her or Sarah's mother. The most you know is that she was a ward of the state before being adopted, and that's only because it's in her paperwork. It's not your place to ask about her, but now, you can't help the wonder brewing in the back of your mind. We had Sarah, he said. When did 'we' turn into 'I' and why?

"I don't regret it… havin' her so young. It was just hard. I was a kid, and she was so goddamn small and perfect, and I wasn't. Tommy was overseas. There'd be weeks where we didn't hear from him, and we were so fuckin' scared. Mom hasn't been all there since Dad died, and I can't even blame her," he says as his thumb taps against yours. "But I'd do it all over again if it meant I got to be that little girl's dad."

"You're a good dad," you say, and he scoffs. 

"Doesn't feel like it most days." He says. You sit up and look him in the eyes so he knows how genuine you are. 

"I'm serious, Joel. You're a good dad. Do you know how many parents don't even respond to my emails, let alone show up to discuss solutions with me? In my entire career, I haven't met a parent so involved and selfless. It's refreshing," you say. "And you're a good son. And a good brother. You should be really proud of yourself," he looks at you with heavy, emotional eyes and you double down. "I mean it." 

He takes a second to process your words, seemingly turning them over like rocks in his mind. When was the last time someone granted him the kindness of knowing how wanted he is? How important he is? How necessary he is? It might not be your responsibility, but you think it'd be okay if you took on a little bit of that mission. If only to get him to talk better of himself. 

"Thank you," he says, devastating tears welling in his eyes. "I mean it." You nod, and he squeezes your hand tightly like he's looking for grounding. You kiss his cheek, jaw, nose, everything to calm him down, and he kisses you in return. 

This kiss is different than the first one. Where that one was fire and impatience, this one is soft and slow, like you have all the time in the world. Your hand lands on his chest, and your fingers finally get to memorize the chain that's been taunting you all night. Kissing him— feeling the scratch of his beard, the heaviness of his hands, the almost hungry press of his lips— is addicting. He tastes like the mint chocolate chip shake you teased him for and your lipstick. Surprisingly, he's the one to break the kiss this time but tucks you under his arm before you can miss him too much. 

You cuddle into him and grab his hand to play with his fingers and count the freckles, scars, and marks on the bumps and valleys on his knuckles. You go back to a comfortable silence. He kisses your temple, jaw, and shoulder every few minutes like he forgets what your skin tastes like and desperately needs another hit. Whatever might be left in your cups has long since melted, and the cats have moved from one end of the parking lot to the other. You don't want the night to end. You don't want the morning light to reveal all your obligations and rules again. You want to sit in this deserted Sonic and talk about nothing with him. 

"So, if college wasn't in the cards for you, what is? What's the next thing?" You finally ask after letting the question simmer in your head for a while. 

"Besides gettin' my kids through school?" He asks against your temple, and you laugh. 

"Yeah. In a perfect world where you could do anything you wanted, what's the first thing you'd want to do? Not what you think you should or have to do. What do you want to do? Professionally or just in life." You poke his forearm to drive your point home. You thought it would take him a minute to think about his options, but he's quick with the answer. 

"I'd want to expand my dad's business. Maybe open up another department of homemade tables and nice chairs and stuff like that. Make it really worth somethin'." He says dreamily, and you smile. 

"Sounds nice," you say, and he hums. "What's stopping you?"

"Money. We have enough to do day-to-day operations and make a profit, but we don't have enough to take big leaps like the one I'm thinkin'."

"So, apply for money." You say, and he scoffs.

"Right. Easy."

"I'm serious. There's gotta be loans or grants out there for small business owners. Especially ones that are as dedicated as you." 

"I don't know. Aren't those things kinda based on luck?" He asks.

"And you don't think the Millers are due some luck?" You counter, and he sighs. "You can admit I'm right sometimes. It's okay." 

"Alright, simmer down there, sweetheart. I didn't say all that," he says. "Your turn. Perfect world, what's the first thing you'd want to do?"

"Get my work in a gallery and get people with way more money than me to buy my art so I can keep making more. In an absolutely perfect world, I'd be able to make things people really connect with and care about." You answer equally as fast as he did. 

"What's stoppin' you?" He asks.

"Nobody's taking my work. They keep saying they want something with more emotion or more of a story, and I just don't have time to make art like that right now. I know I could. It'd just be a lot." 

"What are you makin' now?"

"Shitty commissions that I don't really care about. They're just something to pay bills. Or if it's not shitty commissions, it's just shitty art." 

"Wow," he scoffs, and you turn to look at him, his eyes wide in disbelief. "Are you this mean to your students? 'Cause if you are, I think I've gotta report you to someone." He says, and you slap his arm. 

"No, c'mon. It's just, I don't know! It's different!" 

"You just don't think you deserve the same grace you give them 'cause you think you have to have everythin' figured out." 

"Damn, Miller!" You exclaim at his effortless analysis. If it wasn't so spot-on and unexpected, you might be embarrassed. He bows his head a little and smirks.

"You can say I'm right sometimes. It's okay." He echoes, and you roll your eyes. You adopt a deep voice and mimic him, making him laugh and swear that he "doesn't sound like that." He gets pensive again like he did when he started talking about his dad, and you sit up, waiting for whatever he might throw your way. "I have an idea," he says, and you smile. "How bout we make a deal? I'll apply for whatever fundin' is available, and you make those pieces and submit them to galleries, and we'll see who gets what. Either way, we both do somethin' that pushes us further."

"What? Like a bet?" 

"If that helps you get motivated, sure." He says, and you hum.

"What do I get if I win?" You ask. 

"Something to lord over me forever?"

"Oh, I'm sure I'll find plenty of those."

"Alright, if you win, I'll... do whatever classroom renovations you need or want for free for a whole school year." He says. You'd be lying if you said the idea wasn't a good one. You'd get to upgrade your classroom and stop things from falling apart while getting to watch Joel work. And it's free? It's too good of an opportunity to pass up. 

"Alright, and what do you get if you win?" You ask even though you have an idea of what he's going to say. 

"I want to take you out on a date. A real date. Not one these… what'd you call 'em?"

"Not dates?"

"Yeah," he says. "If I win, you have to let me take you on a real nice date. We'll get all dressed up, and I'll take you somewhere much fancier than fuckin' Sonic. I'd even make sure Ellie has no idea it's happenin' if it'll make you feel better." It sounds like a dream. You'd be stupid to say no.

"I think I can manage that." You agree, and he raises his eyebrows at you.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah," you offer him your hand. "You've got yourself a bet, Miller. I hope you like climbing on tables."

"Gettin' cocky already?" He asks, squeezing your hand, and you shrug. "Alright, princess, it's on." 

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[bellaxgiornata]

First Thing in the Morning

Pairing: Michael Kinsella x Fem!Reader Word Count: 3.2k

Warnings/Tags: 18+; nothing but soft and smutty Michael in the morning

Summary: Michael wakes you up with one thing clearly on his mind.

a/n: This is literally just smut and I think for once I managed to keep the plot out of things! Also Reader doesn't have my attempt at an Irish accent in this one. Feedback is always appreciated!

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You felt your mind sluggishly waking, pulling you from the deep sleep you’d been peacefully enjoying after your previous late night, drawing you back to consciousness. Very slowly you felt your body following along after, a faint, muffled groan vibrating in the back of your throat as you stirred awake. 

With your eyes still closed, it took your brain a moment to process your surroundings, everything coming to you one at a time. The soft early morning bird call outside the bedroom window, the warmth of the blankets you were snuggly tucked beneath, and the large hand snaking its way down the length of your bare thigh. 

“Mmm,” you hummed out, stirring further awake.

Behind you, you felt the bed shift as Mikey scooted closer to you on the mattress. His lips were on your bare shoulder the second he settled, placing a lingering kiss there as your eyelids gradually fluttered open. Sunlight was trickling in through the curtains, swathing the room in a gentle, golden glow. You couldn't help the tired smile that grew on your lips when Michael's mouth pulled away from your skin, the warm caress of his breath dancing down your exposed back. 

Michael was often affectionate like this first thing in the morning, especially when neither of you had anywhere to be. Morning cuddles with him were some of your favorite moments, always making it so difficult for you to finally leave the bed and start your day. Many times you'd contemplated never leaving it, either, and just keeping him all to yourself wrapped up in the cozy sheets.

“G'mornin’, love,” he murmured against your bare shoulder.

The tinge of sleep coating his voice had a pleasant tingle racing up your spine. You knew that tone of voice though, especially with the way his hand was currently kneading at the muscle of your thigh. 

“Morning, Mikey,” you croaked back, still partially awake yourself. “Been up long?”

“No,” he answered, his mouth moving just a bit before it brushed another light kiss over your shoulder. “But long enough.”

His hand slid to the inside of your thigh, sensually gliding its way upwards until you felt the faintest brush of the back of his fingers against your clothed center. Your back arched involuntarily at his touch as his hand continued to massage the muscle beneath it, his nose running back and forth in a line along the length of your shoulder now, his beard lightly tickling you. Your eyes fell shut again, a soft, contented sigh spilling out of you. 

“How'd ya sleep, pet,” he murmured.

“Good,” you answered, focused on the feel of his hand once more on the move. “You?”

“Mmm, grand,” he purred, his hand running back down your thigh. “Woke up with ya on my mind though.”

You giggled softly into your pillow, Michael's hand dragging deliciously back up to your hip where he began leisurely kneading it. Goosebumps dotted the flesh along your arms, your body growing even further awake under his attentive touches.

“I can see that, Mikey,” you told him. 

His hand gripped your hip tight before you felt shifting along the bed again. He'd drawn his hips all the way forward, pressing the front of his body against the back of yours. There was an unmistakable bulge now wedged between your ass, your heart rate spiking at the feel of it. Still holding your hips in place with his hand, you felt him grind himself against your ass with a soft, pleased hum. Your cunt immediately stirred awake next at the sound.

“D'ya see what ya do to me, pet?” he whispered, grinding his cock into your ass again. “Ya drive me fuckin’ mad for ya. Got me wantin’ ya first thing in the mornin’.” 

Bottom lip rolling between your teeth, a shudder raced down your body at his raspy morning voice filled with heat and desire. You felt his hand moving again, this time gliding its way over your stomach and slipping beneath the hem of your shirt. His hand continued its ascent upwards until his palm cupped an entire mound of your breast. He gave it a gentle but firm squeeze and dampness began to form between your thighs, your blood immediately rushing southward. 

“Fuck, Mikey,” you breathed. 

An amused breath brushed over your ear, his mouth now hovering beside it. “I can if ya like, love,” he whispered. “Was kinda hopin’ for that this mornin’.”

You tried to shift in his arms towards him, desperate to run your hands along his bare chest and back, but the strong arm he had wrapped around you tightened, holding you in place as he continued to massage your breast. A frustrated groan left you before his fingers found your nipple, gently tugging at the quickly stiffening peak. 

“ Michael ,” you complained, struggling against his hold. “Come on.”

His lips grazed the shell of your ear as he chuckled lightly beside it. His warm breath fell down the back of your neck, the feel of it raising the hair there.

“Relax, let me just appreciate ya for a minute, love. Always in such a rush,” he teased.

His tongue delicately swiped along the length of your ear next and your eyes snapped shut instantly. Moments later his plush lips sucked your earlobe between them, the heat of his mouth causing your thighs to clamp together, your ass pressing back into his erection as your need for him began to rise. 

“Because this isn’t fair,” you shot back, a little breathless. “Maybe I want to touch you, too.”

He hummed in acknowledgement of what you'd said, your earlobe still between his lips. The pleasant vibration had you intentionally grinding back against him again, hoping that would help you change his mind so you could roll over and touch him in return. The way his fingers were deftly toying with your nipple beneath your shirt wasn't helping, either. Then gradually his mouth released your earlobe, his lips grazing your ear with each word when he whispered into it next.

“Let me just touch ya first,” he began, “then I'll let ya do whatever ya want with me.”

His words sent a thrill straight to your cunt. You knew damn well there was nothing more you wanted right now than to climb atop him and ride him until he came undone beneath you. The thought of that only had you growing wetter; you loved watching the sheer look of pleasure written on his face as he lay beneath you while you fucked him.

Michael's lips began placing delicate kisses along your neck, just below your jawline, and that quickly pulled you from the tantalizing mental image in your mind. His hand shifted beneath your shirt, coming to cup your other breast in his palm as you craned your neck, giving his mouth better access to it. The light scratch of his beard along your skin as he began trailing open-mouthed kisses against you had your hands fisting the sheets before you. 

“ Michael ,” you moaned. 

His teeth very subtly nipped at a sensitive bit of flesh and you couldn't fight back the resounding gasp that fell from your lips. You could feel Michael's own mouth draw into a smile against you before he nuzzled his face into your neck, his index finger carefully circling your nipple beneath your shirt. 

“D'ya like that?” he whispered, his other hand landing on your thigh and beginning to massage it again. “D'ya like it when I touch ya, pet?”

You nodded eagerly along the pillow, your cunt begging for attention as your hips squirmed along the mattress. Michael ground his cock into your ass again at the movement, a low groan coming from him. Your breath hitched at the sound, your ignored cunt practically aching with need now. His front was still flush to the back of you, your body feeling like it was on fire everywhere he was pressed against you.

Almost as if he already knew what you needed, his hand made a direct path up your thigh and all the way over until he cupped your core in his palm. A high-pitched, needy whine came from you at the touch, your hips giving a brief jolt before they eagerly pressed back into his hand. 

“Already soaked your panties and I've barely even touched ya,” Michael murmured in satisfaction, his palm beginning to rub against your center. “Ya need me that bad already d'ya?”

“Yes, yes,” you begged, not even embarrassed that you were grinding yourself against his palm. “I want you, Mikey. Let me show you how much.”

A deep growl rumbled out of his chest, the noise beside your ear sending a shiver through you. You fought back a smile at the sound though; you knew you were close to getting your way with him now. 

“ Fuck ,” he cursed. “The things ya do to me, pet.”

A sly grin crossed your lips as you glanced back over your shoulder at him behind you. His cheeks were slightly flushed, his eyes half-lidded as they met yours.

“Let me show you some of the things I can do to you,” you whispered coyly. 

You watched as his own eyes snapped shut at your words, something like a wince tugging at his features. You had him now. 

“Let me take care of you, Mikey,” you continued, squirming in his hold. “You've had a rough week and you’re leaving tomorrow. So let me make you feel better. Let me take care of you this morning.”

His eyes opened, once again meeting yours. He hesitated for a minute, his finger still circling your nipple, and then ever so slowly you felt his arm loosen its hold around you. Not wasting the opportunity, you quickly rolled over on the bed to face him, a triumphant smile on your face as his hand slid over your hip and landed on your ass, the other still inside your shirt grabbing at your breast.

“My turn now, yeah?” you asked.

He drowsily grinned back at you, the sight somehow only working you up further. Without a thought you lunged forward, connecting your mouths in a hungry, needy kiss. Your hand slid its way down his side until it reached the waistband of his boxers. Breaking away from his mouth, your breath coming in sharper, you tugged at the elastic of them.

“I don't think we're going to need these, Mikey,” you whispered. “Take them off for me.”

Michael's hand slipped out of your shirt, both of his hands obliging your demand and beginning to pull his boxers off beneath the sheets. While he did, you quickly slid your own damp underwear off, drawing them down your legs before tossing them out of the sheets and over the side of the bed. When you focused back on Michael, he was grinning again and tugging at your shirt.

“Don't think ya need this either, love,” he teased.

Throwing a leg over his hips, your hands grabbed onto both of his shoulders before you pushed against him. Taking the hint, Michael allowed you to roll him onto his back while you mounted him, straddling his hips. Smiling coyly down at him, your hands released his shoulders long enough to grab the hem of your shirt and pull it up and over your head. You tossed your shirt over the side of the bed before placing your hands back onto his chest.

“Better?” you asked him. 

Running your hands through the thick, dark hair of his chest, you saw him lazily smile up at you. He hummed out an affirmative response as you began to lower yourself down onto him, positioning your cunt more directly onto his cock. His eyelids lowered as a satisfied moan flew from his throat. 

“Hell, pet,” he groaned, his hands gripping tight to your hips and encouraging you to grind back and forth along the length of him. “So damn wet in the mornin’, aren't ya? Feel so good already and I'm not even inside o’ ya.”

Biting your lip, you could feel the throbbing desire of your cunt at his praise already. As much as you wanted to drag things out, you knew you wouldn't be able to resist much longer. More slick was seeping out of your center, coating the underside of his cock as you continued to grind yourself back and forth along him. 

Both of his hands made their way upwards from your hips, fingers delicately gliding up over your ribcage before his hands palmed your breasts once more. He began massaging them, kneading them tenderly in his hands. After a moment he paused, teasingly running the calloused pads of both of his thumbs over both of your nipples simultaneously. Your hips stuttered along him for a second and he gazed up at you smugly from beneath you.

“Someone's reactive this mornin’” he playfully teased, repeating the gesture with his thumbs.

“You know,” you told him a little breathlessly, fighting not to let your eyelids drop closed under the touch, “I don't think you're the one in the position to be doing the teasing here.”

He arched a dark brow at you, the corner of his lip tugging upwards. “Sure ‘bout that, love?” he asked.

Eyes narrowing at his challenge, you began to drag your nails down his chest. He hissed out a pleased noise between his teeth, his head partially rolling back along the pillow. You grinned back at him in satisfaction as your hand continued its way down his torso and towards his cock. Shifting your body out of the way, you grabbed onto the base of him and gave him a few languid pumps, reveling in the way his eyelids fluttered before you ran the head of him between your damp folds. 

“Like I said,” you whispered, “I'm the one taking care of you this morning. Stop getting coy with me, Michael.”

He opened his mouth to respond, but you lined up his cock with your entrance and then sunk the tip of him inside of you before he had the chance. Instead of words, you heard him groan something incoherent that had your entire body pleasantly tingling at the sound. Both hands splayed wide over his chest once more, fingers curled into the dark hair there that you loved so much, you braced yourself as you began to gradually lower yourself fully onto him. Both of you simultaneously released noises of pleasure into the bedroom as you did, the girth of him filling you entirely as you finally took him all the way.

“ Fuck I missed you, Mikey,” you whispered. 

Michael's large hands slid around to your back, blunt nails digging into your skin. “I missed ya, too, pet,” he murmured back. “Always do. Always need ya.”

Beginning to move against him, you held his gaze. “Going to be thinking about me while you're out on that job?” you asked. “Will you be missing me then?”

“‘M always wishin’ ya were with me,” he whispered back, his hands tenderly smoothing over your back as you began to fuck him. “Always miss ya when– shit, love –”

The particularly hard roll of your hips forward into him cut him off, his hands halting their loving movements as his fingernails once more dug further into your back. Picking up your pace, you began to bounce along him a little quicker, your hips repeatedly rolling into him over and over as Michael lay beneath you, his face twisted into a look of sheer ecstasy. 

“Always know what you're doin’,” he grunted out, breath coming in heavier. “Know me too damn well.” 

Your hands slid up the expanse of Michael's chest, feeling the hard muscle beneath them as they moved. Eventually they made their way back to his broad shoulders, gripping them firmly in your hold. Michael’s half-lidded eyes were currently roving their way over your naked body atop him, his teeth gnawing on his own lip as his ragged and panting breaths filled the room. He looked so perfect like that beneath you, just letting you ride him until you both got off.

The urge to have more of him hit you hard and fast. Leaning down towards him, you saw Michael’s eyes fly up to meet yours at the movement. As if wanting the same thing, his own head eagerly rose from the pillow, his mouth meeting yours half-way. The kiss was sloppy and full of heat–all wet tongue and muffled groans of pleasure. His hands slid across your back as he kissed you until both of his arms had wrapped around you, your hips beginning to roll more frantically into his own. 

And then his strong arms sharply tugged your body down towards himself, crushing you to him as his mouth swallowed the gasp of surprise that had flown out of you. His arms held you firm to the front of himself, his own hips beginning to buck up into yours and attempting to match your pace. When his cock hit just the right spot deep inside, your mouth released his, a loud moan flying out of you as your eyes briefly rolled back.

“Just like that, pet,” Michael ground out between clenched teeth, your sweat-dampened forehead dropping to rest against his. “Keep fuckin’ me just like ya are. Feel so fuckin’ perfect.”

Encouraged by his words, your nails bit firmly into his shoulders as you felt your own climax quickly approaching. You could feel he was already growing close to his own release with the sudden desperation apparent in his own movements as his hips fucked up into you.  

“I need you to cum for me, Mikey,” you panted out, forehead still pressed to his. “Can you do that for me?”

He loosed a low moan in response that had your cunt tightening around his cock. Shifting atop him, you lowered your mouth beside his ear, nuzzling your nose against his temple as you whispered into it.

“I can tell you’re close,” you purred, breath ragged as you spoke. “Come on baby,” you urged, “fill me.”

“Fuckin’ hell, love, I’m–”

His hips stuttered beneath you, his eyes pinching shut. And then you felt the hot release of him inside of you a few thrusts later, the sound of his pleasured groan loud in the bedroom. The sound of it had your back arching along him, your cunt squeezing around him repeatedly. And then you were falling over the edge of your own release, moaning his name out soon after as your hips unsteadily continued to fuck the pair of you through each of your climaxes.

Gradually you felt yourself coming down moments later, your hips slowly stopping their movements along him. Michael’s head sluggishly rolled along the pillow towards yours as your body collapsed atop his, his cock slowly beginning to soften inside of you. His hands began running soothing patterns along your back as he smiled at you. You sent him a blissful, sleepy smile in return.

“Well g’mornin to you, love,” he said, a glint in his eye.

You bit your lip, giggling as your chest still heaved against his from the morning’s exertion. “Good morning indeed,” you whispered back.

[beomiesz]

distraction – choi yeonjun.

pairing: boyfriend!yeonjun x g/n!reader

disclaimer: reader has a pussy but no pronouns were defined!

warnings: oral (reader receiving), fingering, pet/endearing names (baby, angel), orgasm denial, yeonjun is a messy pussy eater <3

word count: 3k

a/n: so... it was a request and i took so long to get this done </3 i'm so sorry anon, honestly i don't like sooo much how this came out but hope you do!!

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the groove between your eyebrows is deep when you hear your doorbell ringing throughout your apartment, your legs lazily moving out of your bed to get you standing, the book still in your hands as you head to your living room, your fingers marking the page you were reading to make sure you won't get lost in the reading.

when you open your front door, surprise is an understatement to how you feel at the moment, a confused expression on your face as you stare at your boyfriend standing there, right in front of you, with the cutest smile you've ever seen.

"baby, hi!" he takes a step forward, entering your place excitedly and automatically looping your waist with his arms, hugging you tightly and resting his face on your neck, his lips planting a chaste kiss to your collarbone. "i've missed you so much…" his voice is muffled against your skin but you can recognize his whiny tone, your heart squeezes in your chest when the thought comes to your mind but you can't help it, wondering if he couldn't have chosen any other hour to visit you.

"hi, jun… i– i've missed you too." you reach his nape with your hand which is not holding your book, caressing his hair affectionately while waiting for him to pull away from you. however, he doesn't, he keeps his head leaned on your shoulder and his arms tight around your waist, you have no choice but slightly push him off as giggling to mask how you just denied his embrace.

you feel like there's an arrow crossing your chest when yeonjun steps back and looks at you, his pursed lips along with the sad gaze he gives you making the fact that he's upset way too obvious, and this is too much for you to deal with. in a matter of seconds, you leave your book on the living room table and cup yeonjun's cheeks, pecking his face several times and inevitably getting a smile out of him, he places his hands on the sides of your neck and presses a lingering kiss to your lips.

"you don't want to be in my front door forever, do you?" you move away minimally, teasing and earning a chuckle from him as he nods, closing your door with his foot and smashing his lips on yours again, leading you to your bedroom, you're almost on your hallway when you remember your book.

reluctantly, you pull away from yeonjun's lips once again, his confused look making you smile and tell him to go ahead, saying that you just have to get a thing you left in the other room. he quickly agrees, continuing his way as you go back to your living room and retrieve your book, quickly searching for the chapter you were reading and trying to not get a spoiler as you flip through the pages, not taking too long to find it. analyzing the amount of pages left, you ponder if you should finish the story before giving yeonjun the attention he craves, there are only a few more chapters and he can wait a little, right?

with this in mind, you throw yourself onto the couch, craving for the words in the book as you finally can read it again and know how the story unfolds. when you were interrupted, you weren't too far away from finishing the antepenultimate chapter, and with the way you read every sentence as if you needed it to live, you don't take too long to be about to turn the page, and this is when the book is taken off your hands.

"what the fuck?!" as an automatic response, you yell at the black-haired boy holding your source of joy, the outraged expression on your face causing yeonjun to arch his eyebrows.

"now, what's that behavior?" he switches his weight from one leg to the other, arms crossed across his chest as he stares at you.

you stare back, petrified on your place and not daring to move even a muscle, you never swore at yeonjun seriously since when you two met for the first time and his reaction to it now is pretty scary, you can't remember if you have ever seen him furrowing the way he's doing now.

he watches your face, raised eyebrows giving away your surprise just as much as your hanging open mouth, you look so adorable like this. thinking about it causes his expression to soften, the small smile that blossom on his lips makes your stomach churn, your own lips press against each other into a thin line, suddenly shy, you avoid eye contact with your boyfriend, glancing at anything in the room that's not him, fingers fidgeting on your lap.

"how much time do you think you need?" you look at him confused, but he doesn't let you ask him what he means before continuing. "to finish your book, i mean."

"i don't know…" you bite down your lip, thinking for a bit. "less than an hour probably, i'd say just a few minutes. there are only three chapters left to be finished, actually two to be honest."

he sighs, a pout on his lips as he hands you the book, his reaction getting you more than confused, isn't he mad?

"just, please…" he says when you grab your book, not letting go of it yet. you glance at him, waiting for him to continue the phrase, his lips pursed in an adorable way. "i miss you, i came here because i thought we could hang out for a bit… so finish it already, i wanna cuddle with you."

you feel the heat reaching your cheeks, suddenly very aware of your boyfriend’s cuteness. the way yeonjun speaks, the pout still there as his plump lips move, the puppy look he throws at you, silently begging you to hug and kiss him and give him all your attention, makes you almost surrender – key word: almost.

it's been one month already since you got the book you are reading, and in the last week you haven't found the time to finish it until now, you are finally just about to know how the story ends and you can not waste this chance.

yeonjun is willing to wait for you, so why not? after all, it's just a few pages, right?

"don't worry, darling. i'm gonna be done before you know."

and just like that, you take the book off his hand and eagerly open it in the exact page, excitement running through your veins as you resume your reading.

yeonjun shuffles to the couch, sitting down and pulling out his phone of his pocket, he scrolls through his screen clearly upset, a frown on his face that goes unnoticed by you, your eyes 100% focused on the words in front of them.

you don't know how long you take, so immersed in the story and the final moments that you don't even notice how many pages you have been through – but there's someone who does. yeonjun's patience gets smaller and smaller by the minute, it's been a few minutes since he got bored of his phone and put it away, his eyes busy analyzing you minutely, going up and down your body several times as he watches the position you decided to be in.

with your feet on the couch, your legs are bent as you use your knees as a support to the book, the top of your thighs almost touching your belly and your inner thighs on display for yeonjun's hungry eyes, your tiny short is riding up your flesh and showing more than they're supposed to, seeing you like this causes a bunch of thoughts to come to your boyfriend's mind and most of them are unholy ones, he can't help but imagine how his head would fit perfectly between your spread legs.

he wonders whether you are wearing panties or not. he knows you long enough to know your very minimal habits, and this includes not wearing underwear when at home. he has fucked you so many times because of it.

yeonjun's mind goes wild, remembering all the times he pulled off your shorts just to find your arousal dripping down your thighs, no briefs to stop it. he remembers the feeling of your warm cunt squeezing around him, how your walls spasm when you're about to orgasm and how they milk his dick, swallowing it back whenever he threatens to pull out…

no, he can't think about it or he will pop a boner right there.

he glances at your serene figure, reading with a smile on the lips and looking so entertained, he can't help but feel a bit jealous. it should be him, all the attention you are giving the book should be his. he wants to be close to you, feel your skin against his, your arms around his body hugging him so tightly as if you are afraid that if you release him he is going to disappear, he wants to turn into a tangle of limbs with you and never let you go.

and so he does. he moves closer to you, getting between your spread legs and poking your belly, earning your attention. you have a hard time to take your eyes off your book, making sure you finish the sentence you are reading before looking down at your boyfriend, meeting his puppy gaze.

"cuddles…" he speaks with a pout, sounding – and looking – like a kitty. you stare at him, blinking, a bit confused. "just let me hug you, you can keep reading."

at his words, a smile makes its way to adorn your face, you open your arms and wait for him to lay on you, and he does promptly. resting his cheek on your chest, yeonjun loops his arms around your waist, a satisfied smile on his lips and his closed eyes make him look so adorable, you feel like his teddy bear.

you place your book on top of his back and wrap your legs around his torso, easily going back to your reading as yeonjun feels your warmth, nuzzling onto your body further and further as if he wants to be under your skin, and in a matter of a few minutes hugging you isn't enough anymore. he needs more.

he tries to ignore how his lips are glued to one of your breasts, and how you slightly push it against his face whenever you move, but this is a hard task. even harder when the thoughts he was having moments ago come back, running through his head fiercely, he can feel the front of his pants getting tighter, his hands numb, throat dry and suddenly, he is pretty aware of how long he hasn't tasted you, it's been so many weeks that it feels like an abstinence. he glances at the clock placed on your wall, sweat running down his neck as he watches the seconds going by so slowly, he wants to be patient, he needs to, but he can't anymore.

he has waited long enough. he came to your place to have you, and this is what he is going to do.

reaching up for you neck, yeonjun starts to trail kisses slowly on your skin, his plump lips grazing your sensitive spot and sending shivers down your spine, arousal directly to your core. one of his arms leaves your side, hand traveling up to cup your boob, fingers rubbing and pinching your nipple through your shirt and you can't help but let out a shy moan.

"yeonjun… what're you doing?" you ask in a whimper, unable to focus on the words you were so interested in before. your fingers weaken and you let the book fall slightly onto yeonjun's back, sighing when he nips your skin and kneads your breast. "jun…"

"shh… don't worry, angel. just keep reading your book." he whispers, his raspy voice destabilizes you more than you want to admit, his soft, plump lips kissing your collarbone as he drags them down your body, you can feel your shorts dampening and sticking to you.

yeonjun crawls and gets lower on the couch, placing your thighs on his shoulders. a sly grin blossoming on his face when the glimpse of your perked up nipples against your shirt catches his eyes, he wants to lick and suck and bite them but he doesn't, instead he looks up at you. your intoxicated gaze pierces through his body, you are astonished, staring and waiting for his next move, you don't miss it when your boyfriend sink his teeth on his lower lip, a shaky whimper bubbling up your throat at the sight, you are taken by surprise when his thumb presses down your clothed clit, rubbing it slowly.

you buck up your hips, mewling your boyfriend's name and pouting at his teasing, the now forgotten book pressed to your chest as you stare at the boy between your legs, impatient.

"what's the matter, doll? you seemed to be enjoying your book so much just a few minutes ago..." you whine, how can he be like this? you are literally soaking your shorts because of him and he dares to pretend it is not his fault.

whimpering and complaining, you move your hips up and down his hand, the feeling of his finger rubbing perfectly against your aching clit making you throw your head back at the pleasure, a squeal leaving your lips when you receive a sudden harsh slap on your pussy, yeonjun's fingers sinking in your hip flesh forcing you to stop your movements, grumbling.

the boy holds your book, pushing it towards your face before saying something that catches you off guard, you can't help but frown in confusion.

"keep reading or i'll stop." he sounds serious, doesn't seem to be kidding, but you refuse to believe he is for real. what kind of order is it? doesn't even make sense, why would he ask you to keep your eyes on a stupid book instead of on his own? he loves to make eye contact when he is pleasing you.

you keep staring at him, astonished, blinking several times to try and process his order, lip between your teeth. you barely open your mouth to ask him what he means when a yelp interrupts your phrase, the stinging pain on your inner thigh due to how hard yeonjun pinches your skin.

"didn't you hear me? i said eyes on the book, not on my face." his harsh voice makes a pout appear on your lips, you snort and grab the book, begrudgingly going back to your reading, the story you were so excited about just a few minutes ago is not being so interesting now.

you get to read only one sentence before closing your eyes, teeth sinking in your lower lip as you suffocate a moan in your throat, head thrown back when yeonjun pushes your shorts aside and spread your folds, lingering a kiss to your clit. he teases your entrance, circling it with his forefinger, threatening to go in but never doing so before thrusting in at once, earning a gasp from you.

wrapping his plump lips around your tiny nub, he give it a harsh suck, flicking his tongue and sending waves of pleasure down your spine. his hair tickles your belly when he tilts his head, swallowing you further as his fingers work faster in your soaking cunt, going in and out at a fast pace and the tips brushing just right against your sweet spot.

it doesn't take too long for him to replace his fingers with his tongue, savoring your taste as dragging the wet muscle along your velvety walls, a muffled groan escaping him as he practically makes out with your cunt.

you try, you really do. you try your best to focus on the book before your eyes, but yeonjun just needs to be too good with his tongue. he barely started and you are already falling apart, gripping the book cover so tightly that you could rip it, but you won't. the object is a good way to hide your face from your boyfriend so he doesn't see that your eyes are actually closed, your lip almost bleeding between your teeth.

the way his tongue works so eagerly, fucking your hole just at the right pace, your arousal covering his chin and joining his spit, making a mess on your couch. you can't help the loud moan that leaves your lips when he starts to rub loosen circles on your clit, adding to your pleasure and you unconsciously buck your hips towards his face, shamelessly humping his mouth.

you feel the coil in your stomach growing bigger and bigger, your foggy mind unable to think about anything but how good yeonjun makes you feel, your book now being nothing but a vague memory in the back of your mind. your boyfriend increases the pressure on your clit, rubbing it harshly and causing your legs to tremble around his head, the knot feeling like it's gonna snap at anytime as he eats you out like a starved man, making you see stars, taking you to the sky and back, your toes curling in the air. and suddenly, it's all gone, just when you are about to hit the edge, yeonjun moves his fingers and face away from you as he looks up to watch your reaction, a smirk on his swollen, glistening lips.

you cry out his name, eyes wide open as you press the book onto your chest, staring at him with puppy eyes, he almost feels bad for doing what he's doing to you, keyword: almost.

"n–no, jun, please let me cum…" you whine, tears pooling at the corner of your eyes as you feel the frustration of having your orgasm denied taking over you.

"cum? aw, angel…” he cooes, ghosting his thumb over your clit. “what about you tell me how the book ends first?"

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A Dark Kind of Love ~ Pt 2

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YA’LL. I AM SO SORRY!!!! The 7 month delay… HERE YOU GUYS GO PLS ENJOY IM SO SORRY…

Too many warnings, so…Ghostface is your warning 🤗🤗🤗

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It’s been exactly a week that you haven’t seen ghostface, or “D.J”. The thought of him not being around has more than pissed you off.

That motherfucker. He can just take my virginity and leave?? The thought lingers in your mind way longer than you think it should.

You’ve been getting weird “No Caller ID” calls almost all week, you’ve been declining them, but today, you decide to answer, just to tell whoever it is to fuck off.

You get comfortable on your couch, taking a sip of your hot chocolate, which had been spontaneously delivered to your house. You’ve felt watched ever since ghostface had left your house, you even felt watched at work too. Before you can fully settle down, the call you’ve been waiting for comes.

Your arm hesitantly reaches out to pick up your ringing phone from the coffee table by your couch. As soon as you press the answer button and put the phone to your ear, you hear breathing on the other line.

“Hello??” You snap, feeling a little pissed off.

Whoever you’re talking to, chuckles before taking in a low, sugarcoated voice, “Looks like you can finally answer your phone now, can’t you?”

Goddamnit. You think to yourself before speaking.

“If i knew it was you, I would’ve answered sooner.” You bite back, a bit harsher than he was. You stand up from the couch to look out the window for him.

“No need to get up, baby. I know where you’re at.” He sneers behind the mask, letting out a quiet giggle before moving even closer to you.

You sigh and and walk to the window facing your front yard. Your eyes looking for a suspicious looking man. “Well, at least tell me where you’re”your words get cut off by him holding your waist.

“How’d you get-“ you ask in shock before he interrupts a second time, his gloved hand, cold against your bare waist.

“Someone left their window open again.” He giggles as he lifts up your loose black t-shirt to reveal his initials on your back. He caressed your healing cuts with his gloved hand, making it hurt a little more than it already does.

“What does It mean?? I have letters on my body and I don’t even know what they mean.” You snarl at him, pulling away from his touch to face him.

“Listen, princess. You’ll find out eventually, but you’ll need to stop being a little bitch about it first.” He tilts your chin up, forcing you to look at him, but before you can even speak, he pulls your hips to meet his.

“You wanna be a bitch? Might just have ta’ kill ya.” He chuckles just a little.

You try to speak and you furrow your eyebrows, but before anything comes out, he puts his hand around your neck. It wasn’t with a tremendous amount of pressure, but more gently, as a warning. He removes his hand once he sees tears form in your eyes. You gasp from the relief and fall on him. He was much bigger than you.

“I’ll be good, I promise.” You say, gently crying into his cloak. He sighs and pets your hair as he swiftly picks you up and carry’s you to your bed.

“Ya better be a fuckin’ angel for me tonight, doll.” You know already by the tone of his voice and the grip he has on you, that he isn’t going to be gentle tonight at all.

As soon as he reaches your bedroom door his foot swings, and in one harsh kick the door swings wide open.

He practically throws you on the bed, making you huff from the force. He’s looking at you, you can’t see what’s under his mask…but god, you know he’s smirking at you.

He shoves his gloved fingers into your mouth, coating them in your thick saliva. He grunts out a ‘Fuck’ and something else incoherent. His words, breathy and broken from you being such a tease for him. You let out a weak whimper from feeling so eager to take him.

“Are you just gonna sit here and cry? Better take it like a good whore.” As soon as his words end, he drops your body on the bed. It’s almost as if you’re weightless to him. He takes out his Polaroid camera from his back pocket and plays with the settings as he towers over your limp, weak body.

CLICK

Your body limply lays on the bed as he snaps a quick picture of you. Seeing you like this, under his mercy really gets him going. He reaches into his side pocket to grab his knife, already stained in blood, god knows who’s. You squint your eyes and brace yourself as much as possible, whimpering under him.

“Oh, Angel, I’ll keep you alive. Don’tcha’ remember?” you loosen up your body up a bit from its braced state, looking up at the ghastly mask above you. Instead of driving the knife into you, he slices your camisole down the middle.

CLICK

“Jesus.” You catch him whispering under his breath. You’re pretty sure he’s losing self control as he’s literally stripping you with his knife. He takes off his leathery gloves, his hand look so rough, calloused, and damaged. But when he touches you, he’s so warm. His warm hands come up to play and kneed on your breast, and he just sits there, watching them bounce and jiggle.

He’s so starved for you. He waited as long as he could. Yes, he was busy, but fuck, he needed his muse. He needed you to let some steam off, to fuck the anger out, to use you as his fucking toy.

“Use me.”

He steps back, his breath hitched and his heart racing. His calloused fingers tug at the elastic waistband of your shorts, pulling them down as fast as he can. He looks deprived for you as he aggressively rips them off, tearing your pink panties next. Say bye to how cute they were, because he’s taking them, and you’re not getting them back.

His thick finger dips into your dripping wetness, sliding up your folds and wetting your throbbing clit.

“Is this want you’ve been wanting? Hm? Making me go batshit crazy? Like a horny fucking bastard?” He snaps, shoving his middle and ring finger into you, pumping and curling in just the right spot. You can’t even form words from how good he feels. You can’t help it when he makes your back arch.

“mmm, fuck!” Is the only thing you can make out, and it’s all slurred together.

“Yeah? Can’t fuckin’ talk now can ya?” You look down to see him unzipping his painfully hard erection, only wanting inside of you.

“Goddamit look what you fuckin’ do to me, dollface.” He says as he pumps his cock before sliding it up and down your wet, throbbing slit, practically clenching around nothing.

You whine and whimper waiting for him to finally put it in your drenching, throbbing little pussy.

Before you can think anything else, he shoves his thick cock in with some force.

“Fuuuckkk. Jesus Christ.” He can only say under his breath.

All you can do is moan and whine. His cock fills you all the way up.

“M’ Sorry, s’ only my second time!” you cry out to him even though he knows this. He already took your virginity and he wouldn’t let anyone else inside you but him.

“goddamnit, so fuckin’ tight-“ His voice was shaky, you didn’t even know it but you were driving him over the edge. He attempts to pick his camera back up but gives up because anytime he moves inside of you it just gets him closer.

When he does start to slowly thrust into you, it feels like you’ll never need anything else in life besides to fulfill his needs.

“Fuck! Ghostf-“

“Danny. Goddamnit.” He swears under his breath as if you weren’t supposed to know that.

“Danny? Oh my god, Danny please! Just keep going!” It’s barely registered that that was his real name and not ‘Ghostface’. But, by how fast his thrusts are getting, you’re starting to catch on.

“Say it again.” His breath hitches every time that you say his name, it sends him farther and farther over the edge.

“Oh my- Fuck, Danny!” He finally gets the will power to grab his Polaroid and snaps a photo of you so open and vulnerable.

CLICK

“Gonna cum! Im so close, please!!” You sob and whimper as he fucks you with a vigorous passion. Your walls are so tight around him, basically sucking him back in every time he thrusts backwards.

“Say my name. S’ fuckin’ slutty, can’t fuckin’ take it anymore.” You can see him coming apart at the seems now.

“Mm-fuck! Danny!” You finally release your tight walls all over his thick shaft. Your orgasm triggers his. He lets out an almost pornographic whimper as he comes as deep into your pulsating pussy as physically possible.

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After cleaning up a little bit and getting back in bed, you feel like you should go back and ask him what’s been on your mind. Even if he didn’t care, at least you could get it out.

“Danny, huh?” You chuckle, pointing to the ‘D’ on your back.

He sighs deeply, “Yep, that’s the name, don’t wear it out, princess.” You wish you could see his face right now.

“Then what’s the J?!” You furrow your brows and cross your arms. You really wanted to know but didn’t want to push.

“You’ll find out, I promise ya.” He giggles and turns the light off before comes to sit next to you.

“Come see me sooner next time, please. I missed you.” You frown and reach out to hold onto him.

“Well, can’t stand to see myself get so close so soon, so I think I’ll have to doll face.” He scoffs jokingly and slips just a tiny bit of his mask. He sits next to you and lets you crawl up onto his lap.

You lean into him, letting him kiss you deep. Tongues touching and lips getting bit. He can barely hold himself back from doing you again.

[mariannahs-world]

Delicately.

summary: you patch a stubborn bucky up after a mission and later, both of you go into the shower.

WARNING(?): fluff, pet names, comfort.

word count: 984

You sit impatiently on the couch in the living room, awaiting for Bucky to come back from his mission. Your leg bouncing up and down in anxiousness, impatiently. your nails were almost on the brink of being torn apart by your teeth as you bite down on them. You couldn't bare it any longer, Bucky was almost never gone this long. Ever.

These missions were always super short and quick, not easy but at least quick— which led you to believe the reason for delay of arrival was some complication in fight. Your mind flooded with possible, horrible, thoughts of what could've happened to him, the person you loved.

Those thoughts were quickly scrambled around in your head as you heard a knock on the door, your head turning to the noise quickly. Moving your nails from your mouth and stopping the bouncing of your leg, you stood up and paced to the door, unlocking it and opening it to see Bucky, covered in a bit of soot, scrapes, and cuts.

It was usual to see him come back home with a cut or two but not too much, not like this.

Your eyes scan his distraught figure as you step aside to let him in, then close the door.

"Oh my god, Bucky, what happened?" You ask, worried. Going back to face him as he groans, taking off his jacket, revealing some more bruises on his right arm.

"Just a setback on the mission, nothing major." He mumbles, laying down on the couch with caution of his state.

"Just a setback?" You repeated back to him as you sat down beside him, your hand wandering up to his cheek before brushing against it, pulling a hiss from his lips.

"Buck, you're practically painted purple."

"Just a few cuts and bruises, I'll be fine." He assures you, but it doesn't work. You get up and start walking to the kitchen drawer where you kept the first aid kit.

After months of dealing with him coming home with all sorts of surface injuries and other sorts, you've become somewhat a professional at patching him up. You know all the spots to avoid, and the spots to linger on that make him comfortable letting you fix his beat up face.

"Still," you start, sitting back down beside him, putting the kit on the coffee table in front. "—I hate seeing you like this, you know it."

He sighs then grabs you by the waist, softly pulling you in, his flesh hand reaches up to your cheek, his thumb caressing your skin as he gives you a small smile that almost makes you forget his current state.

"I just need you and I'll be fine, Doll." He whispers delicately.

He knows what he's doing. He's using the truth against you, he does it a lot. To distract you from taking care of him, distract you from seeing him hurt. It's like he's scared of letting you care for him. It works for a time but then he gives into his facade sooner or later and lets you make his face good as new.

"I know what you're trying to do, Buck—" You admitted. "—it's not gonna work this time." You reassured him, taking his hand into yours, lowering it to your lap as you turned back to the kit, pulling out some gauze and rubbing alcohol, going back to him.

Bucky sighs, fixing his posture on the couch, looking defeated, "Alright," he says, pulling you a little closer by your waist, his metal arm still cold against the back of your shirt.

You carefully coat the gauze in some alcohol, putting the bottle down then with your other hand, lifting his chin to get a better few of his cuts.

Bucky stares into your eyes, you can feel it, but you don't look back, not wanting to get sidetracked no matter how bad you wanted to kiss his lips.

"This is gonna sting a little.." you warn him seconds before you press the gauze to his cheekbone where a straight cut with a little dried blood and soot laid.

He let out a soft grunt, slightly clenching his jaw, his arm —which was still around your waist— sneaked under your shirt and onto your bare skin.

You held back a small shiver as you continued patching him up.

After a little while of struggle with Bucky's habit of looking away from you and you basically demanding he look back at you so you could get back to work, he was all fixed up. Although soot still stained his cheeks, neck, and arm.

"That wasn't so bad now was it?" You smile softly at him.

Bucky only sighed lightly as he reclined his back against the leather couch, closing his eyes for a moment as you lifted yourself off the couch and put away the items you used.

As you fix them neatly into the drawer, you almost jump at the sudden feeling of Bucky's cold metal arm and a warm human one pulling you back by your waist, going under your shirt.

You feel his stubble beard dig lightly into the crook of your neck, his lips pressed against your skin as his breath warms you up. Your first instinct is to tilt your head to the side to give him space but before you can, he speaks up.

"Come to the shower with me, hm?" He suggests, his voice slightly muffled as he lifts his lips ever so slightly from your neck to talk.

His hands run up and down your sides as he pulls you in even closer to him. You turn your head slightly to look at him and he lifts his so you can see his eyes, pleading, almost begging for you to say yes. Bucky licks his lips slowly looking into your eyes, then your lips.

"Yeah, come on." You announce softly.

[kltira]

Hiya! May I request mondo and kazuichi with an s/o that is very shy but is also very cuddly and their main love language is touch? I'm sorry if this is too much!! And may I be an 🌺anon? tysm!! <3 <3

┊₊˚{��️}  “Loving your touch” ₊˚꒦｡

꒦꒷︶꒷ ꔫ Requested by...꒱꒱ @Anon 🌺 ( #cutiekittysender : Anon🌺)

ꔫ Fandom꒱꒱ Danganronpa

ꔫ Genre ꒱꒱ Fluff {100% sfw}

ꔫ Type and pairing꒱꒱ Imagines (x reader) ꔫ Featuring꒱꒱ Mondo, Kazuichi

ꔫ Pronouns꒱꒱ They/Them, GN reader

ꔫ Content Warning(s)꒱꒱ Danganronpa spoilers, pet names, suggestive if you *really* squint

ꔫ Summary꒱꒱ You've been dating your lover for a while, but you still have shy moments. However, you don't hide the fact that you adore their touches and cuddles so much.

ꔫ Author note(s)꒱꒱ Yippeeee!!! I'm writing again! :D I hope you enjoy <33 Super cute request!!!!

Mondo is super overprotective, it's often he would have your hand in his

Of course, this made you blush at the sudden initiation of affection

He would also blush though >:3

He feels so manly when your in contact with him as he feels as he could keep you safe no matter what

Don't worry, he knows you can take care of yourself but he wants to do it for you so you never have to lift a finger

Anyway, he doesn't give a shit and will proudly give you PDA if you enjoy it

If not, it's okay; he would be super cuddly with you in private as well, putting you on his lap and kissing your temple. ୨₊˚‿︵‿꒰🌸꒱‿︵‿˚₊୧ Mondo had his arm wrapped around you on the bench in the park as you licked the ice cream he bought for you. Your relationship being new to the public, many people stared at both of you, especially Mondo, who was an ultimate and a feared one, making it destined to happen. After a bit, you noticed, felt insecure, and got shy. You twiddled your thumbs for a second before tugging on Mondo’s jacket. “Ah, can we proceed to our dorm?” you asked, a blush on your face. The desire to cuddle him remained, but the disapproving glances made you feel as though it was inappropriate. Consequently, you concluded that the best course of action would be to cuddle in the privacy of your dorms. Mondo was a bit confused, but he soon put two and two together and nodded, helping you off the bench by guiding your hand and giving it a small kiss. In your dorm, Mondo hung his coat on the rack before helping you with yours. Mondo, despite looking tough, always treated you with gentleness. Once you two were settled, you embraced him and nuzzled your face against the chest part of his shirt. Soon, he took you to your bed as you got yourself comfortable on top of him. Mondo brushed his fingers through your hair. Moments like these were common between you two, but they were always special and made butterflies flutter in your stomach. “I love ya,” Mondo stated, lifting your chin as he kissed your lips. Bright red ran across your face, a little surprised, but you kissed back, your pupils dilated and just filled with pure joy. “I love you too, handsome,” you replied with a wink before going back to laying on his chest and nuzzling yourself against the biker. As you snuggled closer to Mondo, the warmth of his embrace enveloped you, melting away any lingering insecurities from the public gaze earlier. His heartbeat felt like a soothing rhythm against your cheek, and smelling his cologne mixed with the faint hint of leather from his jacket was comforting. With a contented sigh, you closed your eyes, relishing in the moment's intimacy. Mondo’s hand continued to caress your hair in a tender gesture, his touch conveying a sense of safety and affection that made your heart swell with happiness. Drifting into blissful relaxation, you couldn't help but feel grateful for someone like Mondo. He made every moment special.

You would have to initiate it with him. He’s really all talk and no bark

Meaning, even if he flirts like crazy, touching seems like too big of a step for him to do on his own

….even if you’ve been dating for a while. It gets better, but he would still prefer you to initiate physical contact first.

Blushes like CRAZY and squeals in joy sometimes when you hug him, hold his hand, kiss him

You get a bit nervous from the squealing, thinking you did something wrong at first, but he just leans into your kiss sweetly ୨₊˚‿︵‿꒰🌸꒱‿︵‿˚₊୧ Nervously, your heart fluttered as you stood at entering Kazuichi Souda’s workshop. While you had been dating the Ultimate Mechanic for a while now, his constant flirtations never failed to make you blush, but starting physical contact was always daunting. You skipped over to his workshop where Kazuichi would often be at. You open the door and peeked through, spotting the vibrant yellow jumpsuit he wore while working and his neon pink hair you often would play with. With unwavering concentration, Kazuichi skillfully wielded the wrench to fix the car, blocking out any distractions. You took a few steps inside with a smile on your face as you tapped your boyfriend on the shoulder. Kazuichi gets a bit startled, dropping his wrench before turning around and facing you. “Ahhh, I’m sorry Kazu!!” you blurted, picking up his wrench and handing it back to him. He blushed as his hand placed against yours, retrieving the wrench. “[Y-Y/N], I didn’t hear you come in...” Kazuichi squeaked, a blush following over his face looking at how stunning you were eyeing you up and down; he will never get over that you were his. You stared at him for a moment, curious about his staring, but you didn’t mention it, just giving a small chuckle. After a few moments of you just admiring how hard-working your boyfriend is and just giving him googly eyes, without warning, you just jump into his arms and pulling the mechanic into a tight, loving hug. Kazuichi froze for a second before returning the hug, his arms wrapping around you. He could feel his heart racing in his chest, the warmth of your embrace soothing his nerves. You took his face in yours and kissed his cheek playfully, making a dramatic popping noise before going back to admiring the pink-haired boy. Despite it being a daily occurrence, Kazuichi looked stunned and held you close with a blushing face. “... I uh- Do you? Do you wanna go to the bedroom?�� he scratched behind his head, waiting for you to answer him, and answer you did with a soft nod and a smile. Your happiness stemmed from getting your boyfriend to spend some time with you. You were the only one he would drop his work for. You both leave the discarded car parts and half fixed car be as you dragged Kazuichi to your shared bedroom.

[nightdncer]

“ my hands are cold, dear. ”

✦ synopsis: it was a cold day, and your hands are cold. maybe your boyfriend / husband can help you, hm?

✦ characters: Suguru Geto , Kong Shiu , Itadori Yuji

✦ warnings: fluff , crack , fem!reader , fem!reader x character , slight suggestiveness ( Kong + Suguru ) , pet names , cusses , A/N’s note

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𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐔 𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐎

you two just came back from him shopping for you. you said “no, Sugu, it’s fine.” but, he didn’t care and gave you a quick peck, grabbing your hand and saying “it’s not fine.” he was determined to buy you whatever you want. after all, it was the day after your birthday. ever since you two were dating, everyday after your birthday he would take you shopping to get whatever.

now, you both were walking out of the mall, him carrying the bags. truly, you would’ve been fine carrying the bags, but he just snatched it from you. just then, you felt your hands shaking. you weren’t hungry, no. he just bought you food, a bag of extra food in his hands.

“mm…” you hummed, trying to warm your hand by hiding it in your sleeve, but it didn’t work. he heard you hummed, looking at you. he sees that your hand was hidden in your sleeves.

he places the bags in the back seats, then quickly pulled you by your waist and hugged you. he grabbed your hands, somehow his hands were really warm. probably because he was holding the foods. he put your hands near his mouth and he breathed on it.

just so suddenly, he kisses both of your hands, not caring who sees. you cheeks becomes a light pink, your eyes widening in surprise.

“h- huh…?” you mutter out in surprise and confusion. “𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴?” you think to yourself.

he looks up at you, chuckling at your surprise reaction. “I’ll warm them up, dear.” he then placed your hands so where you could cup his cheeks. his cheeks were really warm, despite the temperature. “how are you so warm….?” you ask, slightly embarrassed by what he did earlier. “I’m always warm, dear.” he softly replies before saying, “I’ll make your insides warm too.”

his tone was slightly… suggestive, to say the least

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𝐊𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐔

( A/N : this man is so underrated. )

you both were walking from the mall, not saying anything to each other. it’s not like you both didn’t get into a argument, no. you both were just… silent. it was freezing outside, so cold it’s to the point where snowflakes were falling down. you held both of your hands, putting them above your chest, trying to warm them up.

he notices how you were walking, almost like you were slightly shivering. as you took each steps, your leg slightly trembles. he couldn’t help but to chuckle, before pulling you by the waist.

“you’re cold, aren’t you, hon?” he asks, before taking off his blazer and puts it on you before you were even able to speak. you nodded, then hugged him, your cheek resting against his chest.

he gently rubs your hair, chuckling at your actions once again.

“aw, being clingy today, aren’t we?” he asks softly, kissing your forehead. he letted his lips linger on their for a few seconds, as he caressed your cheeks.

your skin was so soft, he couldn’t help but kiss and caress you! really, who can blame him?

“there.” he says.

suddenly, your stomach met him shoulder, and you were looking behind him. you softly squeals, wondering why he was doing this. “oh, don’t squeal so loud. people will head us, brat.” he commented, before going into the car. he pins you against the door, him leaving trails of kisses down your neck.

you knew you wouldn’t be able to walk for a bit now.

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𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐈 𝐘𝐔𝐉𝐈

Itadori was just yapping his mouth off about Fushiguro, Satoru and Nobara. he was talking about how he was annoying Fushiguro so much to the point he slapped him across the face. obviously, Itadori didn’t took him seriously and kept bugging him.

Satoru and Kugisaki were just shopping with his credit cards, getting watermelon for Kugisaki ( A/N : get it? ), a new white shirt for Satoru because they spilled coffee over his other one, and just some random jewelry’s.

you rested your hand on your lap, trying to warm it up a bit.

he quickly notices and hugs you, making sure his warmth conducts to your body. “you’re always so cold, sugar.” he commented, giggling at the fact.

you rested your head against lap, letting him play with your hair.

“ooo!” Kugisaki squeals, pointing at you and Itadori. “not you falling in love with Y/N.” Fushiguro mutters against his breath, as Satoru took many pictures with different angles.

he didn’t seem to mind, letting them tease the both of them and Satoru taking thousands of pictures.

“aww, such love birds!” Kugisaki teases while still pointing at you two, slightly jumping up and down. “you’re so loud, Kugisaki.” he says, trying to calm her down.

“you warm, honey?” he whispers for you to only hear, and 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 for you to hear.

you nodded, snuggling up against his lap. he giggles softly and letted you sit on his lap, stroking your hair while the other three continues to tease you two.

[sky-kiss]

Hello, sky-kiss! Please help me. I've had the picture in my head for days. Imagine a reader who came to relax in Sharess' Caress and heard about Raphael there. The person has not seen Raphael before and has no idea he is a real devil. It's supposed to be just fetishistic roleplay like with the Stern Librarian. The reader wants to buy sex with the Devil.

What Raphael's actions and reactions will be? I can't imagine it! Help! This situation could happen to Raphael theoretically. You can simply answer me or create a text sketch as you wish. *gasps* Please! *died of shame*

A/N: I’m sorry this isn’t more, but didn’t want to leave you hanging. G/N reader. Also, apologies. I don’t really write in second-person. It was an attempt lol.

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The Devil’s Den is excess made manifest. The smell of roses, cherries, and chocolate, all sickly-sweet notes, bleed together with the subtler underpinnings of sulfur and sex. You linger on the threshold. No locked doors: the madame had assured you the devil’s door was always open. Still, there’s something, shimmering and tickling at your skin. A warding spell, perhaps. 

And lingering by the decanter, the devil himself. Looking at him, it would have been impossible to guess the hour. Raphael’s appearance is immaculate: a handsome man, aging gracefully into the later stretches of middle-age. His dress is rich. The smile he offers you is friendly, presuming intimacy entirely unearned. You don’t mind; it feels genuine. He holds his arms out wide, sweeping into a low bow. “Ah, fate does smile upon me; my prayers are answered.” He took a testing sip from his brandy. “Company fine enough to match my drink.” 

You chew the inside of your cheek. His voice has a velvety quality to it, intimate, skating across your skin like a caress. Still, you linger, unable to enter. The hair on the back of your neck stands on end, and gooseflesh on your arms. It’s like being in the room with a predator, stalking and hungry. 

He holds a second glass out to you. “Come in, my dear. The hour is late; the night is cold. And I swear to you: the fantasies in that pretty head pale in comparison to reality.” 

You go to him, and the door of the Den swings shut. 

He smiles, all teeth. “No interruptions. Here. You’ll like it.” Raphael presses the goblet into your hand. Heat licks off his skin, unnatural. It’s like he’s running a fever, but there’s no hint of sickness or sweat on him. “I won’t ask your name, not yet, but allow me to provide my own. Raphael, at your service.” 

“I was worried it was too late.” 

“How dear of you, little thing. So considerate.” He leads you to a seating area, the grand bed still in view, full of promise. Your attention keeps flicking to it. Seeing him and the room, your want shifts, becoming less ephemeral, more tangible. Desire curls low in your belly, heat chased by fine brandy. “Now indulge my curiosity, kitten. Why have you come?” You flush, glancing down. Raphael clucks his tongue. He reaches out, curling a finger beneath your chin. His skin feels like burning. “None of that. What’s a touch of honesty between friends?” 

“The Madame said they had a devil on retainer. I wanted…” you clear your throat, squaring your jaw. He’s here for a reason. This is his profession; why should you feel ashamed? The devil seems to smile alongside the thought. “I’d lay with a devil.”

“Carnal pleasure, is it?” He leans in close, breath gusting over your cheek. “How unimaginative, pet. There are prettier gifts I might offer you.” 

Raphael’s left-hand traces the bones in your wrists, stroking upwards to your forearm. The innocuous touch leaves you shifting nearer, searching for stimulation. “Prettier gifts?” 

“Mmm, secret fantasies. Power, prestige…I could manifest it all. For a price.” 

But your wants are simpler. You shake your head. “Another time…I just want…” You lick your lower lip. “You’re handsome.” 

“I know, sweetling, but kind of you to say.” His eyes, a pretty amber, glitter in the low light. The alarm peels again. “Wanting is simpler. And I’m of a mind to help you.” The hand skates higher, up and over your hips, your sternum, to the base of your throat. “There’s only one thing, a trifling matter, and then…” he smiles, leaning in close. “You will have your devil.” 

“Anything.” 

“Sweet words, although dangerous. Say them again: promise me anything.”

Your throat feels tight. “Anything, Raphael.” 

“Good.” He snaps his finger, fire licking from the gesture. His expression has shifted, still cordial, still handsome, but there’s a note of disinterest. As if the game has been too simple to satisfy him. He’s still touching you, though, and it’s difficult to focus on the minutia. He presses a quill into your hand. “Sign this, little one, and we can begin.” 

It never crosses your mind that it could be real. You sign your name without thinking, without reading, and the devil sighs. Raphael leans back, shrugging. “Not the fine company I’d been hoping for, alas.” You reach for him. The dangerous glint is back in his eyes, a wicked smile. “Ah, ah, dear. Your devil awaits you elsewhere. And they are ever so eager to meet you.” He dips into a half-bow. “Give them my regards, won’t you?” 

He snaps his finger. The Den fades, replaced with a richer room. The heat borders on unbearable. The bed remains. Your eyes widen. A devil awaits you, hellfire glinting in his eyes. Sharp fangs glitter in his smile, nakedly delighted. 

“Raphael sends me such a sweet gift. How rarely considerate of him. Come to, little thing. Come, and let Haarlep taste you.” 

And how could you resist?

[cacoetheswriting]

Hello! I'm in this ridiculous long asf week (that is still not over cause I work on Saturdays too) so I was wondering if you could bless me with one of your fics - like one of Eddie and the reader bathing and he's super soft with her, caressing her body and massaging her muscles, then it progresses to some sweet love dovey making and then they cuddle and sleep like babies, cause please god I'm not strongest soldier man

hey friend! im sorry to hear you're having a long week (i can definitely relate).. thank you for this request, i took a little creative liberty but i still hope this makes your week a little better!!

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pairing: eddie munson x fem!reader word count: 1k warnings: [18+ , minors DNI], established relationship, oral (fem receiving), fingering, gentle dom!Eddie, adult language, use of pet names (sweetheart, babe) - unedited - pls let me know if i missed anything!

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Scents of vanilla, lavender, and lilac linger in the air, overwhelming your senses. Warm water surrounds you, the bubbles almost overflowing down the side of the tub. The serenity you feel is indescribable. Especially as Eddie’s fingers dig into your flesh.

“This is probably the best idea you’ve ever had,” the metalhead whispers into the crook of your neck, “I’ve never felt this calm.”

You hum in response, sinking deeper into relaxation as Eddie’s hands begin to rub down your neck and shoulders.

“How long do you think we have before it gets too cold?” Eddie questions, his hands move towards your chest, his fingers trifling with the surface of the water. 

You tilt your head up to meet his doe eyes. “Why would you ruin a good thing, babe? I don’t wanna think about that right now. I don’t wanna think about anything.”

Eddie can’t fight the smile that begins to form on his lips. Continuing to show you new forms of bliss with his fingers, he leans down and kisses you gently.

“I’ll be sure to keep my mouth shut from now on,” he says with a certain unmissable glimmer in his eyes, “Or I’ll put it to good use elsewhere.”

The modest tease causes you to giggle. “You gonna show me a good time, hot shot?”

“When do I not, sweetheart?”

Eddie kisses you again, only this time with a little more fervour. And while his lips are locked to yours, he starts to trace your breasts both under and over the water. His delicate touch causes your body to react to him — unsurprisingly — and the second your nipples become erect, he gently traces around them.

Although that’s when the teasing stops. Instead, Eddie begins to trace his fingers up and down your arms, gently brushing and caressing. The motion causes the bubbles to swirl around you both.

“How come we haven’t taken a bubble bath together before?” Eddie asks.

“You ask a lot of questions for someone who had a long day and really wanted peace and quiet,” you quip, “I delivered on my end.”

“That you did,” he agrees, wrapping his arms around your fame, pulling your back further into his chest, and then kissing the side of your head.

The two of you sit like that for a moment, in complete silence, simply enjoying each other's presence. And it was exactly times like these that Eddie appreciated most. Being with you was a whole different level of happiness he never thought he would be lucky enough to experience.

Taking a bar of soap, he began to gently scrub your skin. From your arms and shoulders, to your neck, then moving to your chest. He slowly proceeds towards your tummy, although one hand remains cupping your breast. You hum a sigh of contempt, closing your eyes to fully enjoy the sensation.

You’re not sure how much time passes, but eventually the trance you find yourself in is broken when Eddie reaches for your jaw and tilts your head upward.

“Can you do me a favour, sweetheart?”

You nod against him.

“Can you sit up for a second and just bring your legs to your chest?”

You arch a brow but obey his request regardless, allowing Eddie to stand and carefully manoeuvre around you in the tub. With a little more free space now behind you, you slide in the water until your back hits the old porcelain.

Your metalhead boyfriend unplugs the drain and kneels in front of you, some bubbles spilling out the side under the friction.

Eyeing him from under your lashes, it couldn’t have been a comfortable position, but you don’t get the chance to ask because his hands run down the side of your body, up your legs, until he reaches your thighs. 

He parts them effortlessly and lifts one of your legs, gently setting your foot down on the edge of the tub. With the water slowly disappearing, your vagina is exposed to his view and he lowers himself, pressing his cheek against the inside of your thigh. You let out a tender giggle as his minimal facial hair grazes against your skin.

Eddie shushes you. He begins to place kisses along your inner thigh, drawing closer and closer to his (and yours) desired destination. His mouth gently brushes up against the soft flesh of your labias and a velvety moan escapes your lips, urging him further. 

He softly brushes against your skin again and lets his tongue slip. You brace yourself against the back wall of the tub, aching for his touch. 

“Babe…”

“Be still, sweetheart,” he mutters against you and begins tracing the edges of your aching cunt with his tongue.

Eddie wraps his lips around your swelling clit and suckles it. A wave of pleasure engulfs you and you tangle your fingertips in his wet brown locks, almost on instinct. You can feel him slide a finger up your thigh, and as his tongue continues to assault your clit, his finger dances briefly against your pussy lips before he buries it deep inside of you.

Your moans become stronger, more intense, and your chest heaves. Eddie curls his finger, dragging it in and out of you as his tongue swirls fast around your clit. Your body shakes under his touch and you can feel an orgasm begin to flood. 

“Shit, shit, Eddie,” you whine with pleasure, “Eddie, I’m gonna cum. You’re gonna make me cum, shit….”

The declaration only causes your metalhead boyfriend to increase his speed and it’s not long before your orgasm comes over you like a wave crashing over a sheer rock cliff. 

Eddie lifts his head to meet your gaze. The dazy look in your eyes causes him to grin, your juices still running down his face. You’re smiling too, body collapsing into the now empty bathtub.

He stands eventually and steps out of the tup, reaching for a towel. He wraps it around his waist before turning to you once again and leaning in to peck you on the lips. He presses his forehead to yours and says, "Now that we had our calming bath, how about I order us a pizza and we continue our relaxing evening on the sofa?”

“Or we can skip all that and move this party to the bedroom?”

Eddie sucks in his bottom lip between his teeth and raises a brow. “Oh yeah? And what do you think we should do in the bedroom?”

“I have a few ideas.”

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[quinloki]

Birthday Request Event

"It's my birthday and I'll write what I want to \o/"

Gift Details ♥ Reader: afab!Reader Character: Shachi and Penguin Kink: #14 Threesome #7 Ice cubes/hot wax Prompt: #10 "Someone's gonna hear you." Gift Giver: @strawheart-pirate

Summary: Those North Blue Boys can run hot and cold, and Shachi and Penguin are ready to prove it to you.

Content Notes: established relationship, pet name (little shoal), use of ice cubes, hot wax, begging, teasing, rough treatment, lil' light bondage, two doms one sub

This birthday party is 18+, consensual unless explicitly stated otherwise, and BYOB

Notes: This gift requestor was inspired by their request and WROTE THEIR OWN ONE SHOT - Go check it out <3

Shachi is behind you, feet hooked against your knees, keeping your legs spread wide at the edge of the bed. He’s leaned back a little, allowing you to lay against his stomach. Your hands were tied behind your back, and he’s sweeping your hair away from your face, warm and tender fingers caressing your face.

Penguin is between your legs, running an ice cube up the inside of your leg, starting at your ankle and drawing a slow line up your leg. You squirm a little, not enough to knock the ice off course, letting a small gasp fall from your lips.

“Making noises already.” Shachi teases. “Your voice is going to echo through the halls before we’re done if you’re not careful.”

“I – I said you should guh-gag me,” you struggle with the words as Penguin slips the ice to the back of your thigh. “At the start of this.”

Penguin grins and you feel your pussy shiver. “But then you wouldn’t be struggling so much.”

You came into this relationship believing that Penguin was the sweet and gentle one, but he was more of a menace than Shachi. Especially in these situations.

Penguin kneels down and begins to lick the thin trail of water that the ice has left against your skin and your toes curl as you try to keep yourself quiet. You feel a cube against your other leg when he gets to your thighs, face between your thighs, smiling up at you as he massages the cold cubes into the back of your legs.

“We don’t want you to get too cold.” Shachi pipes up as you start shivering against him. It’s not the ice cubes making you tremble, but you know he knows that, so there’s no point in saying it.

“Let me know how it feels, (Y/N),” he says, holding a candle over your stomach. “I want to warm you up, not burn you.” He has it almost three feet over your skin, and you’re staring at the flame, mesmerized by it as he tilts the candle.

The first drip makes your body flinch. It’s sharp and unexpected, but the heat doesn’t linger too long, and it’s not painful past the initial sting.

“W-warm,” you manage, squirming a little as he drips another drop, having moved it just a little closer. “Ah – haaa, mmm… wuh-warmer.” You admit.

“It’s pretty cold in here as it is.” Shachi says, looking at Penguin. “Lets warm you up properly before we really cool you down.”

Penguin leans forward, burying his face in your pussy, holding your hips as you buck from the sudden pleasure. You hadn’t seen him move because you were still watching the flame on the candle. You cry out for a second before Shachi pushes a couple fingers in your mouth muffling your sounds.

You suck and lick his fingers almost automatically, moaning against them as Penguin’s tongue pushes deep inside you, his nose teasing your clit lightly. Shachi licks his lips, tilting the candle and trailing lines of wax over your stomach, enjoying your squeaks and grunts as he moved the candle closer and further from you.

Never so close as to burn you, but your moans took on a different pitch as the trailed up between your breasts.

“-Achi,” you try to say his name with his fingers in your mouth, squirming and trying not to think about what he’s planning. “Aaachi, eight.”

“Eight?” He questions a grin in his tone as he pulls his fingers from your mouth. “Wanna try that again.”

“W-wait,” you stammer. “Don’t, I mean, you’re not going to, uh, drip wax, there, right?”

“There?” He muses, leaving a line across the tops of your tits. “Wherever could there mean, I wonder?”

“My nipples, you – Hhnnnnggh!!” Your body tenses as Penguin shifts, suckling your clit and pushing two fingers into your vagina.

“That’s where you want it next then?” Shachi muses.

You shake your head. “No, no, I – ahhh – I, want-nnnngh!” Penguin’s fingers flex, nearly making you cum. “I’m guh-gonna – cum if you do that!” You cry the words, unable to move much with Shachi’s free arm holding your shoulders against his stomach, and Penguin keeping your hips in place. With your legs still held open by Shachi’s feet you were effectively trapped.

“Well, if it’ll make you cum,” Shachi muses, knowing that you weren’t talking to him. He runs a line along the curve of your breast, as Penguin pushes pleasure into you. You watch the trail, nervous, enamored, and on the verge of orgasm.

Penguin leans back and gives your soaking cunt a rough slap as the hot wax hits your nipple and you scream, buck, whimper and moan all within a single second. The rush of pleasure was like a jolt, sending electricity straight to your core, but over too quick. You came, but you didn’t have time to really enjoy it.

Penguin kisses the insides of your thighs as Shachi teases your unwaxed breast idly. “The whole ship really is going to hear you, if you screech like that.” He teases.

“It’s your fault.” You pout. “You’re both too mean.”

“Too mean? You came, didn’t you?” Shachi coos, setting the candle aside.

“… barely.”

Shachi laughs and Penguin grins, teeth against your skin. “Well then, let us cool the sting of those words, little shoal.”

You whimper. “Why’s my nickname gotta be something penguins and orcas hunt?”

Shachi lifts you up a little, teeth and lips teasing your neck and shoulders. “It’s because you struggle,” he begins, twisting your nipples a little, crumbling the wax away from the one, smiling when you gasp softly. “And squeak, and you’re delicious.”

Shachi’s legs pull yours wider, and you squirm when you see a bucket of ice cubes in Penguin’s hands.

“You’re not -.”

“We said we’d cool you down.” Penguin interrupts, running a single cube along the line of where your thighs meet your torso. “You’re so heated about the earlier treatment.” He grins running the cube down your slit.

“C-cold!” You gasp, bucking as Shachi holds you tightly.

“Gonna get a little colder.” Shachi promises you, nipping at the curve of your ear as Penguin pushes the ice cube into your vagina.

You swear, hissing and gasping the words, but you don’t get a chance to say much else as Penguin pushes two more ice cubes into you one right after the other. Then another. It’s cold, it’s so unbelievably cold, but the ice is already melting, you can hear and feel the water dripping out.

“Geez,” Penguin hums. “Gonna need more to cool you down.” He picks up two cubes in hand, pushing them in quickly and pushing his fingers in behind them. Your breath catches in your throat at first, before you let out a shaking and shivering whine, body trembling against Shachi.

“Cold! Too cold! Penguin, please!”

“I’ll warm you up, slower this time.” He hums, leaning down and licking against your clit as he pushes two fingers inside you. His fingers feel almost hot compared to the frigid cold of the melting ice, pleasure distracting you as his tongue works against your clit.

Shachi’s hands are all over your skin, fondling your breasts, rubbing your arms, hugging you tight against him to warm you up a little and distract you. His lips and teeth danced along your neck and shoulders, hot breath falling over your skin.

Penguin stands up, pulling his fingers out of you and releasing a small flood of melted ice onto the floor in a splatter. You could feel your body heating up in embarrassment as the two of them chuckled.

“Always so wet.” Shachi purrs into your ear.

“It’s on-only because,” your stammered sentence dies on your lips as Penguin moves his tied off boiler suit out of the way, revealing his thick cock. You can’t think of what you were going to say, your mind was already mush from the push and pull of the temperature changes, and now you just wanted Penguin inside of you.

Certainly, his – certainly he would warm you up.

“This is why we call you little shoal.” Shachi murmurs, hands gently teasing your body as Penguin rubs his tip against your slit. “You always give in when you know you’re properly fucked.”

Check out the event - requests are accepted until 7/31/2023 EST

[caycaysdiamond]

I wanna marry you, right here, right now.

Request for @liliasleftpinkytoe : "OK I'm taking one for the team twsts characters of your choice + lilia with a (later s/o) friend that legit pursues them for their hand in marriage, constantly flirting, doing things only for them and proposing with a new ring everyday?"

Thank you for my first request qaq! this is such a cool prompt so I hope I did it justice!!

Characters: Lilia Vanrouge and Deuce Spade Friends to Lovers, reader is astronomically down bad, lovesick writing, prefect or non prefect reader, cursing, long asf post

Lilia Vanrouge

Lilia Vanrouge was no stranger to your fondness of him. Your eagerness to help him with anything whether it be some meager dorm task or rehearsals with the light music club. 

The fae male wasn't complaining either, far from it. In fact, he often encouraged you to be around more and more, subtly mentioning a task he would be doing all alone and how boring it would be. Telling you how long practice with the club was going to be. Or mentioning a meeting or two he knew he'd have to go to.

Naturally, you would respond, "Hmm, I can spare some time." 

That's what friends are for, after all. 

And let's not forget the pet names that would spur from your lips at a moment's notice when referring to your dearest friend or the lingering touches you both would share. You would give Lilia soft gazes when you thought it wasn't paying attention to you. The lovesick sighs that would fall from your lips when your mind would wander to thoughts of him.

Lilia was simply playing coy to your feelings, maybe a bit cruel but he was eager for the day that you finally confessed to him. 

He received the first paper ring on his desk in his homeroom class. It was a simple, band-styled ring made of notebook paper. Beside it, there was a simple, straight-to-the-point note: 

I want to marry you, Lilia Vanrouge.  

He simply laughed, knowing who it was from even without a signature, and slipped the paper band on his ring finger. Later that day, he, of course, mentioned the paper ring when you met after classes. 

He flashed it proudly and with his signature smirk said, "They want to marry me, reader! My secret admirer, fufufu~ I wonder who they are." 

You felt a blood vein pop but responded coolly, "Oh? Is someone trying to steal you away from me, darling?

He shrugged, playing along, "Who knows? Maybe they're jealous of you. You are always around me, maybe they're...trying to take your spot in my heart, hm?"

You froze at the words Lila spoke, just for a moment but a moment was all he needed to continue, "It's sad. I have no way of knowing who did this. The ring is so finely made and whoever went out of their way to make it must really love me."

"They must, you're right," you looked away, "They must cherish you; handmade gifts always have very special places in people's hearts."

Lilia grabbed your hand and caressed it, "You're right, just the thought of someone who loves me making something just for me is enough to make me swoon."

"Really? Is that all it takes?" You rolled your eyes and squeezed his hand a bit.

"Do you think they'll give me more? I'd love to have a collection."

A small smile crossed your face at that, "Of course."

The second paper ring came in the same way as the first, only two days later. This ring though, was much more elaborate, instead of lined paper, it was made of light pink construction paper and resembled a flower. The note beside it read: 

I love you, Vanrouge. 

No other person would I ever do such incredible sappy confessions for in the form of these paper rings and crudely written notes. 

Words nor actions can accurately portray the feelings I truly have for you and you know, in fact, I believe you've always known.  

Were you waiting for me? For us?

I do want that. Want us. Forever.

I'll ask you the rest of my questions later.  - Reader

Lilia slipped the second ring on his finger, smiling at it fondly.

"Are you trying to take my whole heart, Reader?" He spoke to no one in particular, "Well...it's working."

The third ring came much later in the day, both of you were together but no verbal communication was taking place. At least, not between the two of you. No, instead, you were at a house warden's meeting with the vice house warden, writing notes that you would slip to Malleus later. The other house wardens never questioned your presence at these meetings either, as natural as water flow where Lilia was you were too, and vice versa. 

You knew that Lilia would be going directly to the light music club after this meeting, so this time before you both began to go in opposite directions after the meeting you slipped the third paper ring on his finger and placed the note tenderly in his arms.

"Another proposal, dear?" Lilia smiled and admired the third ring: a band that alternated between green and black with a thorn design drawn on. 

You just nodded as you started walking in the opposite direction, turning back you yelled, "I'm gonna steal your heart and marry you!"

Lilia just laughed and began reading the third note: 

Could I have called you mine sooner? 

Have I always had your heart?  

You've always been mine to me. 

You've always had my heart; it's only ever been you. 

Lilia, where would you want to have a honeymoon? 

You've seen the world more times than I could count, and I want to experience the world with you. 

Do you want to experience that world with me? 

Love always, Reader.

The fourth and final ring came days later as you helped Lilia recreate an old fae recipe in the Diasomnia kitchens, it was late at night and the two of you worked diligently. Lilia's previous three rings sat on the island in front of you both, none of them looked even a bit damaged. All night you found yourself sneaking glances at them, occasionally fiddling in your pocket with the final ring to complete the set. 

"You seem distracted," Lilia pointed out, "Something on your mind?"

"Nothing in particular," You replied to him a bit too quickly as you mixed up some ingredients in front of you.

Lilia feinted distress at your words, "Not even me? Oh, I'm so hurt and here I thought I would be ruining your every little thought like you do to me, sweetheart."

"That's the effect I have on you? Do elaborate for me, I want to know every moment you've ever thought about me."

"Every moment? We'd be here a while, there's been a lot since we first met."

"I've been driving you crazy since we first met?" you questioned, curious now.

Lilia simply nodded as he took your ingredient bowl and combined it with the rest, "Since before really, I've always had my eye on you. You've always been so intriguing...fufufu...I couldn't help myself, I had to get to know you."

"You're right, I was thinking about you," you decided to admit, "as always."

"Oh? Do tell."

"I was thinking about how many times you've probably made this recipe. And how many times you probably ruined it."

"Cooking is an art and I am only being an artist," he corrected, "Regardless, the hard part is over now we wait."

It was as Lilia turned to put the food in the oven that you decided to finally reveal the last ring to him, it was made with more sturdy paper than the ones thus far: It was a black ring with a green gem, very tiny pink flowers encased the area around the gem with little thorn vines. 

"Will you marry me, Lilia Vanrouge?" 

Lilia closed his eyes and smiled, "Of course, my love."  

You slipped the ring on his finger and let out a breath of relief. 

"You know I was kind of scared you'd say no." 

Lilia only laughed, "I would never torment you that much, dear," he dusted off his hands then rolled them, appearing in his hands were three identical rings to the ones you made earlier as paper, only these were very real. 

He slipped the first ring on your finger, "I want to marry you too," 

Then the second, "I was waiting for you." 

Lastly the third was slipped on, "You've always been able to call me yours because you've always had my heart. As for our honeymoon...ah we can decide that together, no? We have so much of the world to partake in together, after all."

Deuce Spade

Every week, you and Deuce studied together in the library. Though sometimes the days changed due to both of your responsibilities throughout the year, somehow both of you always found time for both sessions without fail.

You were incredibly protective over your study time with him too.

Ace and Epel always asked to tag along but you always told them no. Your excuse was always, "I'd get distracted studying with so many people."

Or even sometimes, "Why don't you just study with Jack?"

They even tried to schedule their own study sessions with you! 1-on-1, just like the ones with Deuce and you rejected them again!

Why? "Who needs to do group studying that much?" You'd roll your eyes and puff, "Anything else I can just do on my own."

They quickly realized that you just wanted to monopolize time with Deuce, teasing you for such lame excuses. The two boys get it though, well if your obvious favoritism didn't stop there!

You would bring Deuce snacks if he off-handily mentioned he was a bit hungry, hide him from Riddle when you knew the housewarden was on a streak of 'Off with Your Head' that day, get him lunch, check on him if he was feeling slightly sick and it doesn't even stop there!!

In simple terms, Ace and Epel were absolutely stunned by how much you loved Deuce and how absolutely oblivious he was to it!

"Off to your study sessions, you fucking simp?" Ace leaned against your wall as you packed your school bag and slipped in a few snacks for good measure.

"Yes," you rolled your eyes, "so get out of my room, I don't need your weird cooties infecting my space more than it already has today."

You grabbed a red, heart shaped keyring from your desk and shoved it in your pocket.

"You may not want my weird cooties but I know whose you're practically begging foraaaaAHH-"

You didn't allow him to finish that statement instead you grabbed his wrist, opened the door, and slung him out. You followed behind him closing the door with a loud slam and ignored his protest, practically sprinting to the library. Once inside you made your way to the usual study spot and was greeted by Deuce, frantically writing out some alchemical equations and glaring the paper with only the anger a student could have.

"Deuce! Sorry I'm late!" You sat down next to him, pulling out your notebooks.

Deuce's expression immediately softened, "It's fine, Reader. I haven't been here long."

You glanced at his paper, "You wanna work on alchemy first today?"

Deuce simply nodded, "I want to try getting my hardest work out of the way while I'm with you today so that I'm not bothering you later in the week for help. You're getting busy with club work right?"

"Yea but I always have time for you!" You cupped his hands, "You could never bother me, Deucy, but thanks for caring about me so much." You let go of his hands then rummaged through your bag for your own alchemy work. Deuce watched you the entire time, the slightest bit of blush dusted his cheeks.

"Hm, found it. What problem are you on?"

"Uh, the first one..." Deuce admitted reluctantly.

"That's fine, I'll walk you through it since I already started on this earlier."

You began stepping through each problem with Deuce, letting him take the lead with working problems out and only helping when he was confused or used the wrong alchemy rules. It was late when you guys finally finished working, after double checking everything to make sure your work was correct, decided that was enough for today. The crisp winter winds assaulted your face as you left the library together and the moon was high above both of you. You both walked in a comfortable silence as you made your way to the Hall of Mirrors.

"I'll see you tomorrow," Deuce began to walk towards the Heartslabyul mirror but you grabbed his arm before he could go in.

"Wait um, I have a surprise," you gulped, "Close your eyes and gimme your hand."

Deuce did what you asked without much question, though he did give you a puzzled look as he closed his eyes and held out his hand. You slipped the red keyring onto his finger swiftly. The foreign metal made the ravenette shiver and his hand recoiled but you held it in place.

"Can I open my eyes?" He questioned.

"Y-yea," you answered.

Deuce opened his eyes to see you down on one knee, his hand still in yours with a red keyring around his finger. His eyes widened at the scene before him, and small mumbles of your name began to leave his lips. Your eyes were glued to him, face red, "Will you marry me, Deuce Space?"

"WHAAAAAAT?!"

♠♠♠♠♠♠♠♠♠♠♠♠

Ace and Epel blinked at each other before bursting out laughing.

"Can you not?" Deuce rolled his eyes as he finished the story about how he got the red keyring, "This is why I didn't want to tell you." The three boys were currently sitting on the floor of Adeuce's dorm room listening to the ravenette's current plight.

"Okay okay so is it a similar story for this rest of the keyrings?" Ace asked after his laughter high calmed down, however Epel's did not and the shorter boy was barely holding it in enough for Deuce to finish.

Deuce fished the other keyrings out of his pocket and pointed to them as he explained, "The second one was the orange key ring, I got that after school then the yellow one was after my track meet, the green one was during lunch one day and the blue one I got when I was painting the roses for an Unbirthday party.

"And every time Reader ask you to marry them?" Ace questioned as he began to twirl a keyring around his finger. Deuce simply nodded and leaned back on his hands, "Everytime."

Epel rolled his eyes a bit, "Didja ever answer?"

"Um, well no..."

"NO?!" Ace slammed the keyring his was playing with to the ground, "What do you mean 'no'? What did you do then!? How do you not answer that?"

"You don't understand, they told me not to answer."

"HUH?"

Epel laughed a bit, "Oh, I get it."

Ace whipped his head to look at the shorter male, "Um, I don't? Who ask a question that they don't want answered, multiple times?"

"Use yer brain, dumbass! It's not that they don't wanna answer, that ain't the point! They're tryna court Deuce!"

Deuce tilled his head, "Court me? With keyrings?"

Epel nodded and took a deep breath," Look," Epel began pointing to each keyring as he spoke, "Red, orange, yellow, green, blue. Reader been givin' Deuce rings in rainbow order so the next color ought to be the last color, purple, right? Since purple the last color, that's probably when they wanna hear Deuce's answer. Catch the drift?"

Deuce nodded, "That makes sense, actually!"

"Yeah, yeah but why keyrings?" Ace said to no one in particular, "They could have used, like, plastic rings that look like engagement rings or something right?"

"Don't know, would have'ta ask'em."

"What if it's like, you're getting keyrings because you already have the key to their heart?" Ace giggled, "That's so cringe!"

Deuce punched his dormmate in the arm, "It's not. It's...cute..."

"CUTE?"

Epel also punched Ace in the arm, "Nah he's right, woulda never excepted that from Reader. I guess it show's how head over heels they are, huh?"

"I think head over heels is pushing it, Epel," Deuce sheepishly waved off the comment, "I'm just happy to know they like me back."

"Oh puh-lease! Deuce no one just purposes to someone like that! Or always checks on you, packs you lunch, shows up to every track meet, makes you study guides, studies with you---solo, multiple times a week might I add, bails you out of trouble, and comments on like every Magicam post of yours. Do I need to go on? Cause I can! I'm so absolutely sick of you to lovebirds! Do you know how hard it is for us, lowly single non-crushing peasants!"

Deuce cleared his throat, "Okay, okay I get the point!" He stood up and dusted himself off, "I have to go meet them, studying, as usual." He grabbed his bag from his desk and threw it over his shoulder, "You two should be too, you know, Trein's history midterm next week isn't going to be easy."

"Whatever that's a problem for next week me, thanks," Ace waved off, "Don't be late for your date."

"Don't mind this jealous hick, go get your significant other~," Epel teased, "I gotta feeling that they're gonna give you the last ring today."

Deuce smiled and left his room, there was a noticeable pep in the first year's step as he made his way to the library. Excitement was just rolling off the boy's shoulders, knowing you'll probably be waiting there at the usual table you sat at on the second floor, hiding the keyring somewhere and just waiting for the perfect opportunity to present it to him. You'd probably do it as your session finished, he thought, since you both take your study sessions so seriously. Or maybe right at the beginning? He began imagining at the possible scenarios where you would propose, and he would say "yes". So, to his surprise instead he found you sitting outside the bench to the library seemingly waiting for him and his imaginary scenarios seemed to be wrong.

"Deuce!" You waved, "I was...waiting for you!"

Deuce nodded and flashed you one of his shy smiles, "Ah! Well, I'm here!"

You nodded, "Uhm, you are!"

You and Deuce stared at each other for a while, neither moving nor looking away from each other. As the time passed, both of your expressions became more flustered.

It was almost adorable how awkward you two were at the moment, you seemly losing the confidence you had at your previous proposals and Deuce simply waiting for you, not wanting to steal your moment.

"I had this...piece of paper of everything I wanted to say right now but I threw it away and told myself to speak from my heart! But it's difficult, you know? And well it shouldn't be because well you already know how I feel, I mean no friend would ask you to marry them, right?" You laugh and Deuce nods, edging you to continue your speech.

"Well, I think I've just been so scared of what you may say. Just in case, what I've felt hasn't been conveyed, I'll spell it out for you! I love you, Deuce Space. You've had the key to my heart for a while now and anyone, everyone could see it. I want to be there for you forever," You pulled out the purple keyring from your pocket, "So will you marry me?"

A brilliant smile erupted from the man in front of you, "I do."

small a/n: originally, i was gonna do more characters but instead I just made the first two I wrote longer. maybe I'll come back to those other ideas in a later post! thankfully I'm done with my semester now and hopefully have more time to write!!!

[weird-is-life]

Hot chocolate

Pairing: Steve harrington x fem!reader

Summary: You lose the track of the time, because you get lost in a book and forget about your date. But Steve doesn't mind, he loves your love for books

Warnings: like one swear word, fluff, use of pet names and y/n, mentions of hot chocolate

Words: 0.7k Masterlist

A/N: English is not my first language, so please excuse any grammar/spelling mistakes

Sometimes you'd get so so lost in your books, that you'd ignore everything and everybody around you. It was like you were in some different world and in some way you kind of were.

And that's exactly what happened now, you were laying comfortably on your bed, your favorite novel in your hand, your eyes never leaving the words on the pages.

It was easy for you to push everything else out of your mind, when the rain drops were sliding down the windows, making it the most perfect atmosphere for reading.

You were so consumed by the story, that you didn't hear the door bell ring. You didn't even hear, when Steve opened the door to your house with the spare key, you've given him.

Steve even called out your name a few times and nothing, no answer.

He was a little perplexed by it, you two were suppose to go get a hot chocolate and now you were nowhere to be found.

He finally understood what was happening, when he walked into your room and noticed your head buried in the book.

"Hi" he greeted you with an amused smile. It definitely wasn't the first time, that Steve's found you like that.

You let out a yelp, clearly you didn't notice him, "Steve! What are you doing here?"

"You weren't openning the door, sweetheart. So I let myself in. I thought we were going to get the hot chocolate?" Steve said, sending another warm smile your way.

"Oh gosh, what time is it? 2.30? Shit... I'm so sorry Steve, i-i lost the track of the time" you quickly told him, regret lacing your words. You were angry at yourself for not noticing how late it was.

"It's okay-"

"Just give me a few minutes, i'll be ready right away" you stood up from the bed like a bolt of lightning struck you and started looking for clothes to wear.

"Sweetheart..." Steve tried getting your attention, but you were too busy rushing around the room.

"Y/N" he called out again and you stopped to look at him.

"Yes?" you looked at him with a puzzled expression.

"Come here."

Steve extended his hand for you and pulled you towards him, "Relax, baby. You don't have to rush, i'll wait for you to get ready, yeah? We can even stay home, we don't have to go anywhere. "

"Sorry, i just- you already had to wait for me" you sighed, " and i don't want to make you wait even more."

You were anxiously looking at Steve and he wanted nothing else but to just make it go away.

"Hey none of that. I don't mind waiting. How about i'll go put the heater on in the car and meanwhile you can get dressed, does that sound okay?" Steve softly squeezed your hips, reassuring you, that he wasn't mad.

"Yeah... Sounds great" you said, visibly relaxing.

"Great" Steve swiftly kissed your cheek, before making his way towards the door.

"Steve?" you walked up to him.

"Yeah?"

"Thank you" you sheepishly smiled at him and honestly you looked so cute with the blush on your cheeks, that it had Steve melting on the spot.

"Of course, pretty girl. But hurry up now, i want to hear all about the book you were reading" he grinned at you.

"Really?"

"Yes, i want to know what was so interesting about it, that you forgot about out date" he teased you.

"Hey, rude" you jabbed him in the ribs.

"Sorry sorry, i'm just joking" he chuckled, " but we should really get going, because i'm starving" he chuckled.

"Wait for one more second" you told him.

"For what?"

Steve got his answer right away. You pushed yourself to stand on the top of your toes and gave him a sweet kiss.

"What was that for?" Steve asked, as you pulled away. Small smile still lingering on his face.

"Just wanted to thank you again" you replied, caressing his cheek.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah..."

"Could you maybe thank me again?" he raised his eyebrows teasingly, he enjoyed seeing your cheeks get red.

"Just get in the car" you muttered with a giggle and pushed him out of the door.

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Hey, guys. Thank you for reading. I thought bookworm!reader x Steve looked like a great idea, so I thought why not write it. Hope you liked it. Feedback is always appreciated.

Have a great day and stay safe everybody. Peace out ☀️

[aleheartilly]

Writing Patterns tag game

Rules: post the last sentence from your 10 most recently posted fics (less if you don't have 10 is also fine).

I was tagged by @angelosearch who also tagged everyone I had in mind for the game, so I'll tag the missing ones: @irishais, @wickedlittlewordsmith and @deemoyza!

Let's see...

Nuvole Bianche: this one has two endings, so:

As her husband holds her close, Rinoa looks at the sky. The moon gently shines through a dark cloud, and a silver lining slowly appears, detailing the soft contour of the cloud, painting it in a shiny, gentle light, as soft as the last note of her mother’s last song. And she smiles.

Second ending:

“Thank you, daddy!” she squeals, and he picks her up, holds her close, inhales her comforting scent of child and daises and warm sun on cotton fabric and of rainbows about to explode everywhere in his skies. And for once, he can be daddy.

2. My mind (wip):

Less complicated seems to suit Squall Leonhart, complexity embodied in dozens of layers, just fine, and that's another enigma she'll have to figure out.

3. Roses and wine:

The last time they see each other, they are holding hands in her room, eyes sparkling in the sudden revelation of a warm, tender, soft reciprocated love, with a promise lingering between them for her to write a song about his amazing, peaceful, and loving eyes, and for him to come back from war and hear her sing it; and this is what Laguna Loire will remember, later, when he opens his eyes on an unfamiliar room in Winhill, smelling of disinfectant and sweat, a bundle of pain: the sweet affection in Julia Heartilly's eyes as their hands stretched between them to prolong their last caress, their only caress, and the last look into a future that's now withering before his very eyes.

4. A shell, unveiled:

And to see his shell, unveiled.

5. Pet Names:

And with the idea of being able to share coffee and muffins later, and dinner together later on, and to be honest, also the idea of planting another hickie on her neck and maybe doing all those other things that would make Irvine proud of him, the pile of documents in his inbox tray doesn’t look so unbearably unmanageable anymore.

6. Choices:

He is fucking scared, but there is a weird kind of comfort in knowing she is scared, too. And when he lets her pull him back to bed, he knows she will make him strong enough to overcome his fear, too.

7. Heroes of the Revolutions:

“Hey! Have some respect for the hero, you know!”

8. Pieces:

And that’s a lot, and that’s enough.

9. A seat next to you:

“Yeah,” he says, squeezing his arms around her. “Love you too, chipmunk.”

10. Playful ever after:

And soon they will have their playful ever after.