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thecapricunt1616 · 1 year ago
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Whenever I see someone reading TB&HH from the beginning it has me like (landing page for the series 💞here💞) it has me like ->
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Fr. Thank you all who read that story it’s my baby. Whenever I see someone like the landing page, then one..then two…then three?! I wanna cry with happiness. And over the next few days I’ll see the same user liking each chapter, it warms my MF HEARTTT!!!
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If you’ve ever done this or do this in the future know I love you to the moon 🥹🥰
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natsuki-bakery · 1 year ago
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⁎˚ ఎ Agere one-shot ໒ ˚⁎
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hulloooo sorry i was the anon that asked about idv!!! would you mind doing little aesop and cg joseph (both idv) one-shot (if you can?) :DD
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In the quiet sanctuary of the manor, Aesop found a rare moment of peace. His responsibilities as an embalmer had been exhausting, but today was different. Today, he allowed himself to slip into the comforting world of age regression. Nestled in a cozy corner of his room, surrounded by soft blankets and plush toys, Aesop felt the weight of his usual duties lift from his shoulders.
His small hands fiddled with a stuffed rabbit, its worn fur familiar and soothing. He hummed softly to himself, a simple tune that brought a sense of safety and warmth. The world outside could wait; for now, he was content in this innocent state, where worries were distant and everything felt simple.
The door creaked open, and Aesop looked up to see Joseph entering the room. The photographer’s usually stern expression softened at the sight of Aesop. He had come to understand this side of the embalmer, a fragile part that needed nurturing.
"Hello, little one," Joseph greeted, his voice gentle as he approached. He knelt down beside Aesop, his tall frame seeming less imposing when he spoke with such tenderness. "What are you up to today love ?"
Aesop’s eyes lit up as he showed Joseph the stuffed rabbit. "Playing," he replied in a small voice. "Bunny’s name is Mr. Flopsy."
Desaulniers smiled, reaching out to gently touch the rabbit’s ear. "Mr. Flopsy, huh? He seems like a very good friend."
Aesop nodded enthusiastically. "He is! He’s always here when I need him."
Joseph settled down beside Aesop, his presence a steady comfort. "Would you like me to read you a story, Aesop?" he asked, holding up a worn book he had brought with him.
Aesop’s eyes sparkled with excitement. "Yes, please! I love stories"
Joseph opened the book, his voice melodic as he began to read. The words flowed smoothly, painting vivid pictures that danced in Aesop’s mind. As the story unfolded, Aesop leaned against Joseph, feeling safe and cherished.
Time seemed to stand still in that moment, the worries of the outside world fading into nothingness. Aesop let out a content sigh, snuggling closer to Joseph as the story continued. Here, in the gentle embrace of regression and Joseph’s caring presence, he felt truly at peace.
When the story ended, Joseph placed a gentle kiss on Aesop’s forehead. "You are safe, Aesop. Always."
Aesop smiled up at him, his eyelids growing heavy. "Thwank you, Joseph," he murmured in a sleepy tone, his voice barely above a whisper
Desaulniers hugged him close, feeling Aesop's breathing slow and deepen. "Sleep well, little one," he whispered, stroking Aesop's hair gently.
Aesop's eyes fluttered closed, and within moments, he was fast asleep, nestled in Joseph's arms. Joseph stayed there, holding him tenderly, watching over him as he drifted into peaceful slumber. The room was quiet, filled with a sense of calm and protection, knowing that in each other's company, they had found a place where they truly belonged.
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moonfurthetemmie · 7 months ago
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I hope one day I have the will to practice drawing and git gud so I can make some evil little bastards kiss after trying to beat the shit out of each other. Because there’s only so much you can do with words
…especially when you have not ever kissed anyone and all your knowledge comes from bad fics written by other people who have (likely) never kissed anyone
#guh#I have so many things to do too. fun things. things that I don’t have time for. it’s not fair#I don’t know if y’all noticed but I already have like three active writing projects.#but there’s also uh. crochet. and games to play.#music things to do. bike to ride (desperately needs its tires pumped up). ROLEPLAYS TO RESPOND TO#although if I stopped fuckin sleeping all afternoon maybe I’d have more time!!!!!!#I don’t know if it’s a wonky sleep schedule or depression but there’s gotta be something I can do about it either way#sighs#anyways. thinking about many blorbos#I would also like to draw much fluff. onyx and raven… cherry and lime….. Ollie and Gecko and Clove and Maggie…..#I’d draw sooo much supernova too. make them almost kill each other#hm. actually. I need to put them in a situation.#okay maybe I have four active writing projects. maybe. big maybe. I have no ideas yet.#onyx and Raven though…..holds them……#actually I want them to hold me.#I wonder how much self insert shit would come out of me having faith in my art skills#and just how many characters I’d make give me a smoochie#oh god I just imagined having all the Koroit alternates I’ve made teasing me affectionately and giving little kisses and I’m#going to implode#fffffuck#well. thats. thats gonna have to happen someday. Hopefully#jesus christ im too gay for this shit (my own thoughts)#yeah that mental image is going to be stuck in my head all night#hh.#send help (money so I can commission someone for this)#(I’m kidding btw)
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takes1 · 4 months ago
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tsukishima and yamaguchi are incapable of sharing you
is this a big metaphor? maybe. i dunno. it's steamier this way. read between the lines or something. two weeks of having a cold? or covid? or the flu? idk what it was but it burnt me outttttt
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warnings. suggestive, minors DNI
details. fem!reader / suggestive fluff / love triangle? love shape? / fighting over reader / unrequited crushes / suggestive touching / touch starved!tsukki / touch starved!yamaguchi / sports massage, hot / best friends / girls team!reader / sadomasochism clawed its way into my fluff fic / tsukki is transactional / boyfriend material!yamaguchi / brotherzoning, friendzoning / daichi has canon aura / 4.1k words
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"Oh, wow--," Tsukishima's cruel and quiet snicker at your expense was inevitable. He pushed one side of his headphones off of his ear.
His brow raised in amusement at your exaggerated wobble, how you were unable to stand on your own.
Yamaguchi kept his arms stretched out for you to grab and help yourself up, a master at utilizing any excuse he could to hold you.
"Isn't this- I dunno- kind of excessive?"
He sighed, palms flat against your back as you stumbled into his chest.
He expressed no real urgency to let you go. The guy was -generally- touchy with all of his friends, so it was never worth raising any color flag over.
"We-- hah-h," You gripped his forearm when you tried to take another excruciating step on your own. You sunk to the floor so fast he didn't even think to try and catch you.
It spurred another rare, genuine laugh from Tsukishima.
You cleared your throat with some attitude, and attempted to gather your dignity before trying to get up again.
"-We did lose."
Now, especially, you could truly appreciate his tendency to help. This practice had been group punishment for losing your last big game.
Sparing the gruesome details, it left most of the first-years in horrible condition. Even the more experienced girls on the team were ambling away at a slower pace, wincing, under the weight of their own bodies and struggling to take one step down from the gymnasium.
"(Y/n)!!"
You all stiffened. That was Michimiya's voice- you thought all the upperclassmen had gone, but she popped her head out from the exit and sounded just as intimidating as usual.
"Yes ma'am?" You called, a grimace all over your face.
The two boys shifted further away. They weren't technically supposed to be here, yet, and kept their heads tilted to the floor, expecting to be scolded for not going straight home.
"Head to the training room and roll your legs out-- I need you better before Friday! You two--," She hesitated before telling them to leave, vaguely aware that you were all buddies. "Help her, please."
"Yes ma'am!!"
Just like that, she was gone. Your eyes were shining. You were needed. For the team.
"Oh my gosh..." You bit your lip.
"That's awesome!" Yamaguchi laughed, excited for you. If Daichi had told him something like that, he'd be over-the-moon happy.
Tsukishima crossed his arms, unable to relate, and now tied to this place even longer.
He didn't validate your silent request to be helped. He only came across as cruel, but his real reason was objectively worse.
Thankfully, Yamaguchi was there to fill in the gaps of his awkward, ill-timed difficulty. You smiled at his light concern, an 'okay' of sorts to let him know he could find your condition funny, too.
"Th-anks-- hh-ah... shit,"
It was so much worse now. You wished you had listened to your teammates, to not sit down ten minutes ago, no matter how much you felt like you needed to.
Tsukishima watched, hands deep in his pockets with no intention to be of free service. That sound of struggle was almost as satisfying as hearing you ask for help.
You didn't let go of his hands for a few seconds. The weight of your body was a lot to handle- you kept his palms squeezed hard in yours and were beyond grateful he stayed, unbothered by it.
They were technically tasked with getting you to the training room, but you only had faith that Yamaguchi would see it through. Tsukishima might go as far as to get on the first train home, all alone, because that's how much he hated waiting on other people.
Yamaguchi, however, shared in your experience. His eyes were bright and his smile always waiting to agree, or laugh, or ask you something.
"Can ya walk?" He giggled.
His freckled hands stayed, attentive, at your sides, as you laughed with him and tried.
Moving was doable, but only in little, shuffle-y, painful, half-steps. Your hamstrings were like guitar strings, pulled too tight from your ass to your knees, your quads as stiff as set concrete, and everything was burning hot to the touch. You worked up another sick sweat, just moving 20 steps.
The two friends shared a look as they slowed down for you. It was worse than they thought- and though they had confided in you earlier, telling you that this was normal, they weren't exactly sure anymore. They hadn't yet been pushed this hard at their own team practices (they actually won their games).
Tsukishima's chortle was mean, targeted, in nature.
"Am I gonna have to carry you?"
Your exhaustion blocked any of your usual retaliation. The suggestion was, unironically, very appealing. He had to ability to take some pain away and was 'offering.'
"Oh!" You groaned, palm on your hip after taking a few tiny steps to get to the wall, "Would you? Please?"
It caught him off guard for an imperceivable second.
He rolled his eyes, his fair skin inadequate cover for the blush you had inspired.
Yet, always the master of masking his emotions, he swung his body in the direction of the training room to evade suspicion, instead, "Hell no."
The multiuse training room was thankfully spared of any life, except for you three clowns. There wasn't even the athletic trainer, paid to stay later for hurt athletes. Most teams were finished up already and all the gear -the weights, the tires, the specialty equipment- was in its proper place.
You glanced to Tsukishima, who was second to make the connection that this was an even bigger waste of his time-- unable to take the sound of him picking on you again, you waved your hand at him, dismissive at his catty sigh.
"You can go home, Tsukki, I know you've got better things to do."
Yamaguchi smirked at the light pink that dusted the fair tips of his ears. He followed close behind you towards the mats, near the recovery gear.
'Reverse-psychology' almost always worked on him, outside of a match.
"Pff- whatever," He cleared his throat, shoving his hands even deeper into his pockets, "It's not a big deal or anything."
It was, in fact, a big deal.
You couldn't take even the softest of featherlight touches, or stretches, or damn near anything that was suggested by your teammates to try.
"You can't just give up," Yamaguchi said, softly, trying to encourage you to try the massage gun again.
"You're just being a crybaby--," Tsukishima shrugged, as if he didn't insult you, and took the thing in his hand, "If you can't do it, one of us should."
Without a second of hesitation, you swiped it from him. That thing was a weapon, with the wrong head attachment and in the hands of somebody with as little sympathy as him.
"Yamaguchi-!" You grew warm, handing it to the nicer of the two, "If- um, one of you has to do it for me. I want Yamaguchi to."
It was the most efficient tool for the job prescribed to you. Break up the lactic acid, promote healing, warm the muscle up for some stretching.
That list seemed so much simpler when pain was not part of the picture.
Having one them subject you to forced recovery was, regrettably, more doable than trying it on yourself. That didn't mean that it was easy.
Yamaguchi knelt atop your legs whilst you lay on your stomach, trying his best to ignore your pleas (as you had asked of him). He kept your leg still as he prodded the machine into your damaged tissue.
It was excruciating. Why did you play this sport?
"Stop-stopstopstop!!"
At last, your begging was met with a precious grain of sympathy. Yamaguchi looked nothing short of conflicted, unable to help without hurting you, but unwilling to let you leave without doing what needed to be done.
He gritted his teeth and looked back at you- to check if you were okay, because you weren't saying anything.
The rapid rise and fall of your ribcage was all he needed to see.
"I'm sorry- I-I can't--,"
He groaned, not knowing what to do, and set the massage gun down by your left leg.
"Oh- my- godddd." The blond boy groaned, horribly impatient in an instant.
The sound of the machine getting turned back on made you jump, but you got squished down before you could even think that there was a need to move faster.
Tsukishima sat backwards on top of you. He wasn't using his entire weight but it was enough to keep you immobile in the ways that mattered. Your muscles seized against your will at the primal realization that he was not going to be nearly as gentle or attentive.
Your shrieking become muffled in your sleeves, but it would've gone just as ignored if you hadn't taken that initiative.
"What are you doing?" Yamaguchi sighed, a bit mean and confused at how he just took over instead of talking about it first.
If he was doing something wrong, he at least wanted the chance to fix it. But that wouldn't fly in this company. Tsukishima was never the type to give people, even his best friend, that much faith.
"I wanna go home dude. I'm--,"
His pressure on the inside of your calf sent you into a full-on seize. He flew to keep your ankle to the ground with a pissed off groan and a heavy thump.
"-Getting- this done."
"You don't have to help!"
Yamaguchi was technically yelling at him, but it didn't sound like it. His voice was raised, a tiny bit louder than the massage gun, and that was about it. It was almost impossible for him to come across as angry. Maybe passive-aggressive, which was, admittedly, jarring enough.
He was met with a signature scoff but didn't back down from it. Yamaguchi had too many reasons not to shy away. If he was that bothered by staying longer, he could go home alone. The chance to hang out with you alone, not to mention the perfect opportunity to touch you, wasn't lost on either of them. Tsukishima knew about his feelings for you. Until now, it was never a topic that needed to be explicitly addressed.
Tsukishima threw a narrowed, cold look through his lashes to him.
That was oh-so-intentional, and a painful thing to process as he barks at you to stop whining so much. His hands are giant, wrapped all the way around your shins, weighing you further down so you can't kick.
You were almost getting used to it- how much it hurt- as you feel Yamaguchi settle next to you and place a reassuring hand on your back.
You're panting, hoarse and labored- you were going to thank him, but Tsukishima makes his way up to your hamstring and you flinch again with your face slammed back into your arms.
"Augh-! Dude!! Ha--Ah!"
Absolutely no remorse in his voice, "Tadashi, c'mere and hold her ankle. I can't do both."
They shared another charged glare behind your back, but Yamaguchi wasn't going to intentionally make things more difficult than they had to be. He wanted to go home too, and wanted you to feel better quicker- this was a necessary evil.
Part of your hoodie sleeve was soaking wet from where you were biting down, grimacing. You were slick with cold sweat, trembling, and could not wrap your head around how torturous this whole ordeal had become.
For a moment, just one tiny, fleeting moment, he took the machine off and you were able to gasp in a non-labored breath. He adjusted to sit on top of your butt (without asking if you were comfortable) and slipped a warm hand between your thighs to grasp your inner leg to keep you still. Yamaguchi's grip on your ankle felt after that- harder.
The pleasant sensation it sent down into your tummy became quickly interrupted by the worst of it.
"Mm-h-!!" You groaned into your clothes.
"Ohh- yeah, you're fucked," Tsukishima laughed in shock at how he could feel the tension, the spasms, under the skin once he placed that godforsaken thing back onto you.
You mostly blocked the rest of the experience out of your mind- it was nauseating, and long, and arduous. Tsukishima made no efforts to make the process any easier by asking you what you wanted, if you needed a break, or if you were okay.
It made the last of it that much sweeter. The training room was quiet, again, once the buzzing was gone.
"That should do it," He muttered, pushing the heel of his palm down the now compliant, though aching, muscle of your hamstring. It was practically mindless.
"Y-eah-," Yamaguchi rolled his eyes at the shameless display.
Tsukishima glanced at him. He cleared his throat and pinched you, just for good measure, then decided for you, "Yeah, that feels better."
You rolled your cloudy eyes just to yourself, unable to lift your head from your weak arms.
"Okay! Jeez! Get off of me."
Another ill-intentioned snicker was almost enough to make you look back. It, instead, only motivated you to tense up your shoulders.
"Did you forget that you have a second leg?"
Yamaguchi would've laughed with him, had he not been so pissed off that he was getting- for lack of a better word here- cucked.
Barely able to peel your chest up off of the ground, you huffed and pushed the stagnant tears from your face.
"You are not doing that again!"
It was another way of saying that you couldn't take it, which, in his twisted mind, was reason enough to smile. He had to adjust himself pretty plainly in front of his freckled, grumpy friend before getting off of you.
You rolled, heavy and slow, onto your back, and didn't spare him any looks. You spoke to the ceiling. "I'll do my own calf. Tadashi,"
His face was softer, attentive, at how you sighed his name. Every word afterward was a lot sweeter, lighter, than the ones that were meant for Tsukishima.
"You get my other hamstring. I can't reach it."
Now 'unemployed,' Tsukishima reclined against his bag, pushed his headphones up, and played on his phone.
You flipped back onto your tummy and pulled down on the hem of your shorts, for some bit of decency. All it did was make Yamaguchi's eyes wander. Tsukishima had already been stealing crystal clear glances.
Those practice shorts left little to the imagination, especially hiked up the way you liked to wear them for training. It did not go underappreciated in this group.
Yamaguchi tried not to stare- he really, really tried. His eyes were bouncing back and forth between where to adjust over you, and where he desperately wanted to cop a feel. It's just that you were turned around, with no way of knowing, and there was nothing too wrong with looking.
Neither of them were bold enough to bring up that your glutes -realistically- were the most worked muscle group that needed to be attended to.
Yamaguchi mirrored his hand placement to where Tsukishima had done it, earlier. He was not prepared at how intimate it felt at all, because his friend had given zero indication that it was such a big deal.
You flinched at the contact even though it was hundred times softer than you had been touched earlier. His palm was unsure, and varied in firmness as he tried to palm your thigh the 'right' way. You were grateful nobody -especially that blond idiot- could see how embarrassed you were, as you buried the side of your face harder into your clothes.
"I'm gonna try to be less gentle- so," He lost his train of thought, captivated in the sight of your softness filling the gaps of his long, tanned fingers, "Um... yeah."
Not-gentle was a good way to describe that massage gun on your stiff leg. But it wasn't a stabbing pain, like how forcefully and suddenly Tsukishima had started.
And yet, you couldn't help the reflex to bend at the knee, and almost nailed him with a powerful kick.
"A-ah! Sorry--," You couldn't quite get the apology out, between gritted teeth.
Since Tsukishima had been too busy peeking out of the corner of his eye to admire the space between your legs, the curve of your ass, and all the shaking, he was quick to grab that free ankle and pin it down.
They shared a mutually surprised expression behind you that, if anything, helped ease their nasty, competitive, and degrading attitudes.
Yamaguchi's face was very warm, his legs, his grip, had to be readjusted-- his fingers felt indescribably good in the midst of so much discomfort. He put more of his weight on you, having underestimated how much you might throw him off.
Neither of the two were saints, but if it were a competition, Yamaguchi at least tried to repress things.
He wanted to be seen as good, as nice, and sweet. Getting brother-zoned all the time sucked but at least it spoke to his positive qualities.
Tsukishima did not care all that much about looking like a good person. Being 'cool' was different, and just as performative, but still, different. He had less internal struggle when it came to checking you out behind your back; his only worry was getting caught, because it made him look interested. Being interested, to Tsukishima, was worse than being a 'nice guy.'
All that to say: He pushed your ankle a bit further to the outside, craning his neck to see just how much those safety shorts actually covered down there.
If he could get Yamaguchi to move his hand out of the way--
"You're doin' it wrong," He sighed, sounding flat- bored, even though he wasn't.
You spared Yamaguchi the responsibility of responding to him.
"You're- ahh- ridiculous, Kei. Fucking-- ridiculous."
His nose wrinkled at your assertion that he could possibly be wrong, "The fact that you can talk is evidence enough."
That made your face multiple degrees hotter, and kept you biting a rude reply into your shirt- it pissed your nicer friend off, on your behalf.
"Dude, shut up," Yamaguchi mumbled.
It was ironically something that sounded like it would come out of Tsukishima's mouth, in tone and phrase. He could've told either of you to shut up at any given moment, on any given day, and it wouldn't be a big deal. Coming from Yamaguchi, though--
The blond stiffened, his mouth curled into an absurd grin, but his eyes were fixed and brutal behind his glasses.
All the implications under their words, their jagged tones, were so plain and out in the open. To them. You remained disadvantaged, partially deaf (from the loud massage gun) and mostly blind (turned around), still preoccupied with your physical inability to stay on their conversational level or that emotional space.
To you, they were only trying to help, and the situation had not degraded so much.
You were busy thinking about how Tsukishima could not have been more wrong about Yamaguchi's 'technique.' The pressure had grown, making for a more intense experience than before, with all the new compensation.
An awful, bitter comeback was on the tip of Tsukishima's tongue.
"Woah!" A new voice, one you didn't quite recognize, was at the entrance to the training room, "What're you three still doing here? It's late!"
"Daichi!" Yamaguchi sighs, breathless, for a couple of different reasons.
You winced at his weird readjustment on top of you- and the terrible, sinking feeling that this was inappropriate and semi-public.
Was there no safe place for a bunch of underclassmen to hang out anymore? Since when did the seniors linger for this long? They usually were the some of first out the door, and the guys' team had been done for almost an hour, now.
His grip softens, flittering away, for a moment. A rush of strength finds his legs and he's safely hovering, instead of sitting, on you.
"Oh! Taking turns with the gun? Man-," Even his laugh is leader-like, all punctuated and deep, "Must be pretty bad, huh?"
When he clocks that their captain isn't there to scold, he keeps one palm safely on the mat, instead.
"Do you--," You push yourself up to your elbows again with a groan and a scrunched up face. It helps, to reiterate that this is not some kind of debauchery, "-Have any advice?"
Daichi was there to return some gear. He placed a bag on the table closest to the door, then hung up some keys. All that you could think was how responsible he looked.
He hummed aloud to himself, "Advice...?"
Yamaguchi slowly moved off of you, so as to not look suspicious, but his nervous demeanor always made him look a little bit guilty of something. You waved off his soft apology in favor of staring, curious, at the new presence.
You were able to roll over to your back and sit up, with marked effort- then stilled as their team captain joined your spot on the mats.
He took a second to look between all three of you, face impossible to read, then seemed to recognize you.
"You must be that rookie Yui was talking about," He doesn't realize how important that off-handed statement means to you, "It's nice to meet ya."
"You too," Your voice was ghostly soft, eyes wide, when he sat down to take you through some handy stretches.
His team jacket looks really worn in. His thighs are giant from years of playing. He knows what he's talking about. And your two idiot friends are silent, for once, so he must be super cool. You listen very carefully.
"So, if it's just soreness that you're dealing with, what you wanna do is--,"
"Man-," Tsukishima mutters, an incomprehensible 'What the fuck,' under his breath at those stupid puppy dog eyes you were giving their team captain. Great.
He threw a glance to Yamaguchi- his face was all screwed up, pissed off, too. They looked at each other with mutual, gloomy attitude.
Little did they understand that Daichi could've broken this up in a less civil way if he deemed them as any less credible in their actions.
It was their 'harmlessness' that kept them spared from a talking-to.
You were slower to understand that you were infatuated. As your long-time friends, they often read you quicker than you could understand your own emotions. It had been three minutes since the last time you blinked, and you didn't realize it, yet.
His stretches, and little tidbits of advice, rang familiar but more memorable than the second-year's recovery tips from the end of your practice.
"Thank you," You muttered, uncharacteristically quiet.
Tsukishima rolled his eyes so far back, so slow, that Daichi caught it.
"Of course! Happy to help."
You watched the incredible lines in his legs dance as he stood up and briefly wondered if he had ever suffered like this, before. Surely the answer was yes.
"Well-- It's great seeing you all take care of each other. Hang onto that!" Daichi kept one last, somewhat reminiscent, look on the three of you, and was on his way to the door.
"Oh-,"
You shivered, holding yourself as he turned around.
"Make sure to lock up when you're done!"
When he was gone, the door fully shut, you collapsed onto your back with a dreamy sigh. Yamaguchi was the first to stand up.
He was disappointed that you were so easy to impress, yes, but otherwise unfazed.
"You guys wanna go get something to eat?"
Tsukishima got to his feet, too, and had his bag slung at the ready-- usually not so food-motivated, but he was starving, at this point. The sun was low in the window. You nodded at the great idea.
Head still tilted to the closed door, you asked, "Does- uh, does he... have a girlfriend?"
Yamaguchi avoided your eyes, an easy task at his height, and took both of your hands to lift you to your feet. It was solely out of curiosity. He was so out of your league.
Tsukishima rattled off a blatant and well-done lie.
"Yeah. He's dating Michimiya- you didn't know that?"
It helped to cushion your feelings. You nodded, smiling at the way Yamaguchi kept you steady again with his hands in yours.
"Ohh, right. Right. That makes sense."
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ghstyles · 16 days ago
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Performer | H.S
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| Fluff | Blurb | HH Harry | Masterlist | WC: 490
The cobbled streets of Rome gleamed under the warm glow of streetlights as Y/N and her friends stumbled through the city, their laughter echoing off the ancient walls. The wine had hit. Hard. Everything was hilarious. Everything was magical. Her limbs felt loose, her mind light, and everything seemed like the best idea ever.
So when she spotted an empty spot by a fountain, inspiration struck.
"Hold my purse," she slurred to no one in particular before immediately reconsidering. Instead, she dropped it dramatically on the ground, opened it ,stepped back, and threw her arms wide. "Ladies and gentlemen, for your entertainment tonight. Me!"
Her friends erupted in cheers, already pulling out their phones to record.
Then, with absolutely no rhythm, no shame, and barely any recollection of the lyrics, she launched into As It Was.
The words were slurred, the tune nowhere near the original key, but the performance? Oscar-worthy.
A few passersby stopped to watch, phones out, amusement clear on their faces. Coins clinked into her purse. Her friends were doubled over, filming every second.
"Holdin’ me back… gravity’s holdin' me back… uh, somethin' 'palm of your hand… why don’t we leave it at hat… runnin’ awayyyy—”
She was butchering it. Notes off-key, words jumbled, voice cracking. But damn if she wasn’t feeling the performance of a lifetime.
A few tourists stopped to watch, some throwing in a few coins just for the spectacle of it. Her friends were in hysterics.
And then, a voice cut through her glorious display. Deep, amused, undeniably British.
"Practice will definitely make perfect, sweetheart."
She blinked, wobbling slightly as she turned to the source. A man stood nearby, hands in his pockets, lips quirked in amusement. Tall, wavy hair, sharp jawline, dimples.
She squinted. "Excusez-moi?" she demanded, forgetting for a moment she was in Italy and not France.
His smile deepened. "French? Thought we were in Italy," he teased.
She gasped, clapping a hand to her chest. "Oh my God, did you just mock me?"
"A little."
"Unbelievable," she slurred, stumbling toward him with all the righteous indignation of a drunk girl on a mission. "I'll have you know, sir, that I�� I am a performer. And performers deserve respect."
He chuckled, shaking his head. "Is that right?"
"That's right," she huffed. "And who even are you to criticize my artistry?"
For a split second, something flickered across his face. Amusement, maybe a bit of disbelief.
"Just someone who knows the lyrics," he mused.
Her jaw dropped. "Ohhh, so now you're a music expert?"
He bit back a laugh. "Something like that."
She narrowed her eyes at him. "Well, Mr. Music Snob, if you're so good, why don't you sing it?"
"Nah," he said, grinning. "Think I like your version better."
She huffed, turning back to her audience (which had dwindled significantly). "That's what I thought."
It wasn’t until the next morning—hungover, scrolling through the blurry footage—that she realized.
Harry. Fucking. Styles.
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lqveharrington · 1 year ago
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Lucky King? | L.M.
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summary: Lucifer takes pride in everything he has, especially his wife.
pairing: Lucifer Morningstar x wife!reader
includes: fluff, lucifer being a sweet and attentive husband and father, suggestiveness, possessiveness, that’s pretty much it (let me know if i missed any!)
a/n: okay but like, i am on serious hazbin brain rot, i have written more for HH than any other fandom so far.
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Being the embodiment of pride meant that Lucifer constantly flaunted everything to his fellow sins and his people. And being the King of Hell meant he had a lot to brag about. Especially his family. God, Lucifer loved his family and would do anything to talk about them in every conversation.
An overlord meeting about movie productions on VoxFlix? Add romantic comedies, they’re his wife and daughter’s favorite. Speaking with Beelzebub about her different alcoholic beverages? Make sure to make mojitos, they’re his wife and daughter’s favorite.
He took pride in who he married and who his daughter was. After all, they were the royal family of Hell.
“Mom, I think it’s as tight as it can go— MOM!” Charlie’s eyes flashed red as she squealed, grabbing your arm.
“Sorry!” You tilt your head back as you let a laugh fall from your lips. “I thought you said—“
“No no no no noooo!” She turned around, eyes wide. “I think I’m good.”
“I’m sorry, baby.” You kiss her cheek and adjust her crown.
Charlie beamed at you and traded places with you. “My turn!”
You hum as she tightens the corset around you, eyes flickering up toward the mirror when you hear the door creak open. “Hey, handsome.”
“Hi, my love.” He pressed a kiss to your hand and then one to Charlie’s forehead. “Hi, apple pie.” He watched his daughter tug on the strings attached to the corset, moving forward when it seemed like you were going to fall from the platform. “Charlie, what are you doing to your mother?”
“Pulling her corset tight—“ She grunted as she held the string in place, tying the back. “There.” You gave her a thumbs up as she finished, watching her glow at your silent praise.
“Gorgeous as always.” Lucifer stole you from your platform, the devil’s tail wrapping around your waist.
“You know? Vaggie is probably looking for me! I should leave…” Charlie let out an awkward laugh and fled for the door. “Text me when you need me for the entrance!”
Lucifer dipped you down, chuckling when you let out a noise of surprise. “You look breathtaking, my love. Maybe we should just skip the gala and do better activities right here—“
“Lucifer!” You lightly smack his chest, face flushed from his words. “You horny devil!”
“Says the queen of Hell.” He captured you in a quick kiss, red lipstick staining his lips. “Come on, Charlie can handle it on her own.” He squeezed your hips as you walked over to the vanity with his head resting on your bare shoulder.
You glance at your beloved with a soft look, “Luce, we didn’t coordinate a whole gala just to have our daughter host it herself.” You clip on a pair of earrings, the golden snake and apple shining through the light. “We also didn’t have these outfits made for us just for them to be wasted away on our bedroom floor.”
“I mean…” He nipped on your exposed shoulder, earning a gasp and glare. “They made you a maroon dress with a slit exposing your legs, my love.”
“Because it matches your maroon and black suit.” You turn in his arms and tug at his lapels. “Which I have to admit, kinda does it for me.”
He smirked as he slowly pushed you up against the vanity, “Yeah? Maybe we should ditch.”
“Nope.” Your hands clasped behind his neck, eyes widening when you feel one of his hands trail down to your exposed leg. “Luce…”
“You started this.” He slotted himself between your legs and continuously peppered kisses to your collarbone and neck, softly sucking. “You’re a tease.”
“Lucifer—“ Your protests were cut off with a quiet moan, but you quickly covered your mouth when hearing him chuckle. “Nope, we’re leaving now.”
Lucifer separated from you, a wide grin adorning his face as he scanned you. He pressed a soft kiss to your lips, “Let’s go then, my love.”
You raised a brow but didn’t protest, letting him wrap his arm around your waist to guide you toward the ballroom. You both were quickly accompanied by your daughter as you made your way to the landing of the grand stairway.
The lights flashed off and the spotlight projected on the Morningstar family, the crowd’s voice hushed when spotting the monarchy. Lucifer gave a welcoming speech to the sinners, overlords, and sins who attended, making sure to mention his family and how they helped make the gala entirely possible. Final rounds of applause echoed through the ballroom as Lucifer finished off, letting everyone go back to their socialization and dancing.
“Mom,” Charlie caught you before you could follow Lucifer to greet his fellow sins. “Did you… Do you know why… You have bruises on your neck.” She finally mumbled out, eyes not meeting yours.
You felt yourself warm from embarrassment. Not only did your daughter tell you that you have hickeys on your neck, but you stood in the blinding lights with an audience staring at the three of you. No doubt photographers caught this and snapped photos for the internet. “Thank you for telling me, baby. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to murder your father.”
“Mom—“
You scanned the room before your gaze zeroed on Lucifer. He was laughing with Asmodeus before meeting your gaze and gave you a wink. Oh, he was going to pay.
“Lucifer.” You appear by his side. You give his fellow sin a quick smile but turn back to the little devil with a scowl. “Can I talk to you?”
“Of course.” He wrapped an arm around your waist. “It was nice catching up with you, Oz.”
You guided Lucifer back to a secluded hallway, eyes flashing bright red when you were alone. Within a blink of an eye, you had Lucifer pinned against the wall with your forearm.
“Do you know how embarrassing it is to know that I went out there with bruises all over my neck? Or, better yet, that our daughter was the one who told me what was on my neck?” You seethed. You were beyond embarrassed and pissed, you’re surprised you haven’t become a full demon yet.
“To be fair, it was more than just your neck—“
“LUCIFER!” You use your free hand to reach up your collarbone. The room felt ten times warmer, and it didn’t help that you felt Lucifer’s devil tail decided to wrap around your calf.
He remained pinned on the wall, giving you a cheeky grin. “This is really hot.”
“Oh, my god!” You release him with a glare. “There’s going to be photos everywhere! What will the public think about—“
“Lucky king?” He shrugged as he let his fingers trail up your waist, pulling you flush against him. “Listen, we’ll get rid of the photos. But is it really a crime to show off what’s mine?”
You grumble a small response, propping your head on his shoulder. “You’re crazy, Luce.”
“I love you too, beautiful.” He chuckled.
The photos never made it outside of Pride Manor, but the teasing you received from the other sins made you flush every time. Lucifer listened to each jeer, a smirk present on his face from the constant reminder that you were in fact his.
Especially when the bruises scattered around you spelled out his initials.
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thedemises · 7 months ago
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ngl but I was waiting for u to post something like this monarch‼️‼️
Okay, so, apologies if you've already written something similar to this, but have you ever seen this short film "Jinxy Jenkins and Lucky Lou?" (If not, it's on YouTube) So anyway, I was thinking, what about Aventurine x S/O that is extremely unlucky and prone to accidents (kind of like Bennet from Genshin) but when they and Aventurine are around each other their energies sort of... Idk how to word this, but negate each other? Like the reader doesn't have bad luck when they are around Aventurine and maybe Aven isn't as lucky as he is when he isn't with them (I feel like he wouldn't mind this and find it interesting).
Between Luck and Chaos
Summary: Aventurine notices an unusual phenomenon: your bad luck seems to disappear whenever you're with him, while his usually impeccable luck evens out. Intrigued, he views this as an exciting balance of fate.
Tags: Aventurine x Reader, Established Relationship, Opposites Attract, Fluff with Light Angst, Unlucky!Reader, Playful Banter, Introspection.
Warnings: Minor mentions of bad luck accidents, Light introspection on Aventurine’s trauma and survivor’s guilt, Playful manipulation and teasing dynamics.
A/N: I never watched it but thanks for recommending! There was a c.ai with Aventurine and the same prompt lol
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Aventurine leaned back in his plush chair, fingers twirling a gold ring around his index finger as his sharp eyes followed the movements of his companion. His usual smile was absent, replaced with a faint glimmer of intrigue as he watched you attempt to pour yourself a drink.
Normally, this was the moment when everything would go wrong. In your life, bad luck was a constant companion—whether it was spilling coffee on your favorite shirt or tripping over the simplest things, you always seemed to find yourself caught in the chaos of misfortune. But today, as you carefully lifted the glass, there was no spill. No accident. No catastrophe.
You caught his gaze and smiled, a little sheepish but mostly grateful. "Guess I’m on a streak of good luck today," you said, half-laughing at how unusual the situation was.
Aventurine raised an eyebrow. "You?" His voice was amused, almost teasing. "With your... track record?"
"Hey," you protested, "I'm telling you, I never manage to go a day without something going wrong."
But there you were—standing confidently, holding a drink in your hand without it toppling over, with no sign of impending doom in sight. Even the way you moved seemed smoother, your every step measured and sure, as if fate itself had decided to take a break.
"You must be mistaken." Aventurine chuckled softly, though his eyes were still calculating, that ever-present glint of strategy flickering in the depths. "I’ve seen the way you navigate the world. Yet here you are, seemingly untouched by misfortune. Are you sure you’re not... up to something?"
You turned the glass in your hands, eyeing it warily before taking a sip. "It’s weird, I know. It’s like whenever I’m with you, things just... stop happening. Like I’m in a bubble of good luck."
His lips curled into a slow smile, his magenta and cyan eyes twinkling with amusement. "Interesting," he mused, leaning forward. "Perhaps you’ve stumbled upon a hidden advantage. A balance, perhaps." His eyes narrowed thoughtfully. "It could be... that our fates somehow negate each other."
You blinked, surprised by his conclusion. "Negate each other?"
Aventurine’s expression turned more contemplative, his hand now resting lightly on the armrest. "I’ve always thrived on risk, on the game of chance. But you..." He tilted his head slightly, a glint of curiosity behind his mask of confidence. "You seem to attract bad luck as naturally as I attract fortune. But when we’re together... perhaps our energies cancel out."
A silence fell between you as you mulled over his words. You had always been the person to attract the worst kinds of accidents, but with Aventurine, it was as though you were in some sort of bubble of safety. You had no idea how or why it worked, but it did.
"Do you... like it?" you asked, your voice tinged with both wonder and hesitation. "I mean, you thrive on luck, right? And if I’m around you, you don’t get the same kind of fortune you’re used to."
Aventurine’s smile widened, his usual playful arrogance tempered by something softer, something almost affectionate. "Why wouldn't I like it?" he said with a wink. "After all, the greatest thrill lies in finding the unexpected. Perhaps your unlucky streak is exactly what I need."
You raised an eyebrow, unsure whether to be flattered or suspicious. "Are you saying you need bad luck?"
"Not exactly," he replied smoothly, standing and walking toward you. His presence was magnetic, as always, his movements graceful but deliberate, like a predator toying with its prey. "But it’s... an interesting experiment, don’t you think? To see how far we can push this balance. To test fate itself."
You couldn’t help but smile at his enthusiasm, even though you were a bit nervous. "I think you're starting to enjoy this more than I am."
"Of course I am," Aventurine laughed, his voice light and teasing. "Because, my dear, life is a gamble—and I'm always up for a challenge."
His hand slid over yours, gently guiding your fingers with his own. For a brief moment, the world outside seemed to blur away, leaving only the warmth of his touch and the undeniable connection between you both. The sense of balance between misfortune and fortune, between his calculated risks and your chaotic energy, had created something unexpected: an equilibrium neither of you fully understood, but both cherished.
As you looked into his eyes, you realized something profound: no matter what the odds were, whether it was fate or chance, the gamble was always worth it—especially when it meant being with him.
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blueblossomcherry · 20 days ago
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PAINTINGS AND POSITIONS ❀ hwang hyunjin
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🎧 ——— i wanted time to stop for us
▫️ MASTERLIST
▫️ hh x f reader 1.5k fluff, smut, mdni
▫️ layout ib @bbokvhs
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❀ It had been a pretty relaxing day, for the most part. You’d had the house to yourself until Hyunjin came home a few hours ago. It was clearly quite a stressful day for him as he came home and immediately got his painting equipment out, which he only did when he needed to cool off. You gave him his space as you knew he didn’t like to be bothered while he was painting.
Eventually, you found a book on your shelf that you had yet to read. You decided to busy yourself with that until Hyunjin was ready to talk.
Suddenly, you felt a pair of eyes on you. You looked up from your book and saw Hyunjin inspecting every part of you, as if you were a work of art. “Don’t move, love.” He tells you, looking back down to his sketchbook. Your cheeks turn pink at the name that escapes his mouth, as you return back to your original position.
“I’ll listen to you, I guess.” You say, teasingly. You really wanted to push his buttons, you always did. “You guess?” He asked, his eyebrows raised. He looked directly into your eyes, daring you to push him further. You avoided his eyes, looking back at the book and pretending to read again.
You weren’t reading at all though, instead you were watching his biceps flex every time he made a beautiful stroke on the paper. You knew that Hyunjin had noticed, that he was pretending not to see you staring. Because he knew that if he said something, you would stop. And that’s the last thing he wanted.
He lived for the moments when you would stare at him like he was the most gorgeous man in the world. When he found basically see the drool coming out of your mouth. But he didn’t want to see you drool over him like that. No, instead he wanted to see you on your knees, drooling on his long, thick cock. Looking up at him with the most innocent eyes while he’s stuffing his cock in your mouth. Whimpering as he pulls your hair into a ponytail and tugs on it.
It had been so long since either of you had time to be intimate together, so long that even the thought of it began making him hard. He squirmed in his seat a bit, starting to get uncomfortable in his pants. You took notice of this and gave him a small smile. “Can i move yet?” You ask, eager to help him out with his problem. He looks you in the eye and closes his sketchbook.
You eagerly get up and walk towards him. He pulls you onto his lap and you take a moment to admire him, brushing your fingers through his hair, before he gently grabs your chin and pulls you down to kiss him. He kisses you passionately, as his hands travel down to your ass and give it a gentle squeeze. You tangle your hands in his gorgeous hair as Hyunjin’s mouth trails to your neck, sucking and biting every bit of skin he has access to.
You moan out loudly, feeling him bite a sensitive spot on your neck, before he pulls your shirt off. You feel yourself dripping as you hear his breath hitch at the sight of your blue, lace bra. “How are you so gorgeous?” He asks, eyes never leaving your tits. “I should be asking you that.” You tell with a smile on your face.
He reaches behind you to unclasp your bra, gently scratching your back, giving you goosebumps. As soon as he takes your bra off, his mouth latches onto your nipple, tongue swirling around the sensitive bud. You moan out as his teeth scrape against your boob. His hand travels up your body to grab your other boob, squeezing and playing with your nipple.
His other hand works its way down to your panties, fingers ghosting over your clothed clit as your hips buck into his hand. “So wet, pretty.” He groans against your nipple. “Fuck- please Hyun.” You plead, grinding against his hand, desperate for more friction.
He releases your nipple from his mouth and looks at you with half-lidded eyes. “What do you want, pretty girl? I need words.” He whispers to you, inches away from your lips. “I need you to touch me Hyun, so bad.” You whimper. He presses a kiss to your lips before tugging your panties off.
Within seconds, his hands were back on you. One hand grabbing and lightly smacking your ass, while the other is rubbing your soaked clit. You moan into his neck, as he moves his hand and pushes two fingers into you. “You’re so tight, pretty girl.” You whimper and bite his exposed collarbone as he thrusts his fingers in and out of you.
He groans and grabs your ass. His hands soft, as he gently kneads your soft skin. You begin kissing his neck to distract yourself from the pleasure, trying to hold off from cumming. He throws his head back as you find his sensitive spot, and that’s where you make your attack.
Feeling a knot in your stomach start to form, you grind against Hyunjin’s hand. He immediately removes his hands from your body, and harshly grabs your waist. “Stop moving, or i’ll leave you to finish on your own.” He tells you, his voice stern.
“Please Hyun.” You plead, trying your hardest to keep your hips still, as they grind onto his hard cock. “Stand up.” He demands.
“No, wait Hyun, please. I didn’t mean to.” You say, scared that he would actually leave you on your own. But you got up anyways, not wanting to disobey him more than you already had. “On your knees.” He calmly says, taking his shirt off and standing up. You got on your knees and looked up at him, as his breath hitched at the sight in front of him.
“Take them off.” He tells you, motioning to his pants. You swallow roughly, as you see the bulge in his pants and begin unzipping his jeans. When you pull them down, your hands immediately go to grab his cock. He stops you, grabbing your hands and moving them away. “No hands, baby. Open your mouth.” He says, looking you in the eye with a smirk.
He takes his thick cock into one hand, grab your hair with the other. You obey, opening your mouth and sticking your tongue out. He groans as he finally feels your lips wrap around his length. The warmth of your mouth, it’s everything he ever dreamed of, and he can’t hold back anymore.
He tightens his grip on your hair, making you moan around him, and starts thrusting into your mouth. You can feel your eyes water as his cock hits the back of your throat, but that does nothing if not encourage you. You love this feeling, this sight. He looks so pretty right now with his head thrown back, revealing the hickeys you had left on his neck.
He thrusts faster and faster with every passing second, clearly getting close to his high. Then, he stops and pulls you off of him. “I want to cum inside of you, pretty.” He huffs out, as he grabs your hand and leads you into the bedroom.
Walking into the bedroom, Hyunjin’s hands are immediately back on your body. He lays you on the bed, getting situated between your legs. “Hyun, please.” You beg, as he teases your clit. Finally, he pushes his length in, the pleasure overwhelming. You moan loudly as Hyunjin groans, pulling you in for a kiss.
He slowly starts thrusting, his hands finding your waist. “You feel so good, pretty girl.” He says, looking into your eyes. Your hand travels up his body, finding its place in his hair, grabbing and pulling. “Fuck, Hyun please.” You plead, you wanted more, needed more.
“Words, baby.” He gave you a cocky smirk, seeing the way you were falling apart from his cock. “Faster, Hyun.” You gasp, as he hits a sensitive spot. Seeing how it affected you, he adjusted himself to continuously hit that spot. Thrusting faster and harder, you felt yourself becoming dizzy with pleasure.
“Hyun, i’m gonna-” You breathe out, barely able to speak now as pleasure overwhelms you. “Not yet, pretty. Wait for me.” He tells you, his grip on your waist tightening. You whimper as you try your hardest to hold back. “I can’t.” You cry out, on the verge of cumming.
“Cum for me, baby.” He says, grabbing your hands to guide you through your high. As he feels you release on his length, he lets go and cums inside of you.
Looking at you, he sees a masterpiece in front of him. Your hair messy, your cheeks glowing red, your lips swollen. “So pretty, baby.” He says, grabbing his phone and opening his camera.
“This will be my next painting.” He tells you, showing you the picture and smiling widely. You playfully roll your eyes and push him away.
You knew he would enjoy painting that, and you couldn’t wait to see it.
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᥉tella speaks ❀ thank you for the support on my works
᥉tella’s thoughts ❀ this is my first smut fic in a while
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oatmealwrites · 6 months ago
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JUJUTSU KAISEN
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[mix of SFW & NSFW! i usually write fluff and smut, but if you have req for angst or other tropes lmk]
HH = HOLIDAY HOES SERIES [also available here]
regular masterlist here
Current Timeline:
finish holiday hoes series [hopefully by end of Jan]
head cannon req open
MUTLI-CHAR HEAD CANNONS
Favorite Foreplay Moves [NSFW]
New Years Sex Resolution [NSFW]
Keeping you Warm in the Winter [NSFW]
Valentine's Day Evening [NSFW]
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GOJO SATORU
You're getting drinks with him? [SFW] jealous! gojo
Is it casual now? [NSFW, HH] Oncology student! Frat President! Fwb Satoru x Reader
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NANAMI KENTO
Holiday Cookies! [NSFW, HH] Finance Student! Frat Treasurer! Nanami x Reader
Sports Car! [NSFW, Modern AU] CFO! Nanami x Reader
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KAMO CHOSO
Initiaton [NSFW] Hematology Student! Frat Brother! Jealous! Choso x Grad Student! Reader
Coming soon! -> [NSFW, HH pt. 2 to Initiation] Hematology student! Frat Member! Choso x Reader
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FUSHIGURO MEGUMI
Holiday Traditions [NSFW, HH] Vet Student! Frat Member! Megumi x Reader:
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OKKOTSU YUTA
Coming Soon! -> [NSFW, HH] Undecided Major! Frat Member! Yuta x Reader
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GETO SUGURU
Jealousy! Jealousy! [NSFW, HH] Oncology student! Frat VP! Jealous Suguru x Reader
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RYOMEN SUKUNA
coming soon!
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HIGURUMA HIROMI
coming soon!
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ty for bearing w me while i clean everything up!
once i finish my holiday hoes, i'll be open for specific requests!
-oatmeal <33
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immajustvibehere · 2 years ago
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Touch Starved Arthur x fem!touchy Reader (Part 2)
Pairing: hh!Arthur Morgan x fem!Reader (fluffly)
Part1 here!
summary: Arthur takes you and Jack out camping for two nights. Both of you have to battle your feelings for each other until you finally....
warnings: one bed trope, fluff, domestic bliss
6000 words
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In the manner of Arthur’s approach, you knew he was up to something. His big hands rested on his gun belt, his expression was casual. His attempt to appear relaxed was almost perfect. You weren’t fooled so easily, though. By the smug grin that started to appear on your face as Arthur came closer, he understood that you had sensed his unease from a mile away. Your intuition was exceptional, and Arthur silently cursed himself for his own transparency. And suddenly, there were his subtle tells…the scratching of his neck, the scrunching of his nose, the restlessness of his fingers caressing the leather of the belt.
"Hey, what's up?", you asked and propped your head up with your elbow resting on the table.
"Uhm...I have a proposition to make", Arthur awkwardly sat down at the table. Thankfully, barely anyone else was around to witness this encounter. The sun hadn’t risen yet and people were only slowly crawling out of their beds. In fact, Arthur still saw the remnants of sleep in your features but the steaming mug of coffee in front of you suggested that you were diligently combating it.
"I'm all ears."
Arthur couldn’t help but detect the playful undertone in your voice. You had grown more comfortable around each other the last few days and weeks and some banter and teasing were commonplace by now, particularly in the presence of others. But when you found yourselves alone, which hadn’t really happened since last time, you’d feel like there was a more genuine connection and care for each other than either of you would normally let on.
"Ya can say no if ya don't want to but-...well, I already talked to Abigail. She said she was fine with it", Arthur started. You had no clue what he was on about, but he pressed on, "I suggested we take out Jack for a night or two. The boy needs to see something aside this patch of land and I thought...if you would wanna tag along? You know, I was fine fishing with him but I'm not sure if I'd be any good at the other stuff."
"Yes, of course", you immediately replied. Arthur wasn't sure why he had expected a rejection or a dismissal that he was stupid to suggest such a thing. You actually looked pleasantly surprised about the idea.
You smiled: "It's not just Jack, you know? I haven't left camp since we moved here, so I'll get to see some of the country too!"
"Okay, sure", Arthur said, still somewhat in surprise about what you had just agreed to. But his surprise soon gave way to a sense of anticipation, especially when he noticed enthusiasm. He couldn’t supress a warm chuckle, evidently relieved that everything had worked out.
You briefly discussed the logistics, and Arthur settled on a plan: a night between Dewberry Creek and Ringneck Creek for the first stop, followed by, if Jack was up for it, a night in a room at the Rhodes Saloon.
The following day, you were all packed up. Your horse carried a rolled-up tent, large enough to accommodate the three of you. Jack rode with Arthur, he was the experienced rider after all and would be much greater use in keeping the child from sliding off the horse. It was a fine day, the morning sun was veiled behind some clouds, offering a respite from the usual stifling heat. Rain wasn’t to be expected, the clouds looked like they would clear sooner or later.
For the ride, Jack was dead silent for ten minutes at a time but then asked any question he could come up with. Arthur appreciated your willingness to respond, particularly when faced with Jack’s more challenging inquiries that needed to be tailored for a child’s understanding. Arthur was outright impressed at your skill in addressing his questions, and kept silent, even if Jack wanted his view on something specifically.
It was a smooth ride. Once you had passed the first creek you kept looking for an ideal spot to build your camp. You watched happily how Arthur pretended to discuss the area with Jack, granting him the final say in where to put up the tent. Arthur was responsible for the tent while you went off with Jack to look for firewood. When you returned, the tent had been putt up and Arthur had already gotten out the fishing gear.
"Are we fishing again?", Jack asked with curiously.
"Well, we gotta eat something", Arthur answered.
"But fishing's boring!" Jack said back and Arthur chuckled warmly. The last time he took the boy fishing, it was anything but uneventful, though he understood that a four-year-old wasn't so keen on standing still and waiting.
You squatted in front of Jack: "Why don't you take your toys with you to the water? You can play and Arthur and I'll do the boring waiting."
"Mh, okay."
You walked over to Ringneck Creek. Arthur settled on the same spot he had been to while fishing with Javier a while back. It had a good overlook of the place, so Jack could play in the distance, while still being in eye- and earshot. You and Arthur sat down next to each other, not saying anything and prepping the fishing rod. Even when there were no words exchanges, both of you felt comfortable in each other’s presence. Arthur felt your eyes on him as he pierced a tiny bit of cheese through the hook and handed the rod to you.
“The fish get cheese for lunch? That’s mighty fine, don’t you think?”, you joked.
“This cheese? It has been mouldy for days now. It won’t do us any good. But for fish? The stinker, the better”, Arthur explained and added in a mumble, “Or so I’ve heard…”
You both threw out your line and before you quipped: “So you keep your mouldy cheese in your satchel with the rest of your food?”
Arthur watched the rings expanding around his line, then swallowed quickly before looking you in the eye. Not very convinced he answered: “No…?”
He had expected a lesson on proper food hygiene, but you only grinned cheekily: “Glad I took care of food for this trip. But you really shouldn’t do that, you know? Next time you leave camp for more than a day, I’ll pack you something.”
“Ya don’t have to do that, really”, Arthur replied out of politeness, but the idea of you walking up to him with a sandwich to take on his journeys sent tingles to his chest.
“Mh. I insist”, you said, “I’ll have to take care of you if your stomach goes mad, so I’d rather prevent that. Not that I wouldn’t like to take care of you. Don’t you never keep an injury or sickness a secret in front of me, got it?”
“Yes ma’am”, Arthur said, “You sound like Miss Grimshaw, it’s good yer away from camp for a while”, Arthur joked. Deep down, he knew that you didn’t want to control him, but that you sincerely cared for his well-being. Something Arthur couldn’t quite understand. Of course, he would do the same for you – but that’s different because he had already figured out that he liked your attention more than anyone else. No, that he liked you more than anyone else. Arthur got a little lost in his own thoughts. He wasn’t yet entirely sure about his feelings for you. Mainly because he wasn’t sure how you felt. You were so kind and caring for everyone in the gang, he sadly doubted that he was anything special.
“I missed spending some time with you. Sorry that it’s so hard to sneak away from camp”, you said after a while, bringing Arthur back to reality.
“Doesn’t matter”, Arthur mumbled. He was embarrassed that he felt his cheeks getting warm, “We got away now, didn’t we? I feel almost bad that I take up so much of yer time.”
“Please don’t”, you laughed, looking at the man next to you with a smile.
“I think I saw Sean shed a tear when he heard that you’d be away from camp for two days”, Arthur mentioned.
“Yeah. I think he’s sweet on me”, you said so casually, that Arthur was caught off guard, staring at you in disbelieve.
Arthur cleared his throat before he slowly said: “I thought he and Karen…?”
“Well, Karen is good for one thing”, you said with an ambiguous smile, not meaning serious offence with those words, “I’m good for another.”
From the distance, you heard Jack calling for ‘uncle Arthur’. Arthur sighed with a smile and handed you his finishing rod.
“Yer okay to watch that?”, he asked.
“Sure, go ahead”, you encouraged him.
Jack wanted Arthur’s help to balance on a dead tree. It was wholesome to see how Arthur helped him up on the trunk and then held his hand so he would have an easier time balancing. Then the boy would sit on Arthur’s shoulders and break a smooth looking branch from a tree, using it to play swords fighting with Arthur. You knew that Arthur was gentle with Jack and compared to some men in the gang, even to John if you were honest, he was doing a great job. Still, you hadn’t dreamt that he'd be ready to take on a whole swords fight, pretending to get stabbed when Jack’s twig poked his leg. You noticed Arthur’s stolen glances in your direction. It was as if he wanted to make sure you were watching, though you didn’t have the impression that he only played along to impress you. Arthur seemed to genuinely enjoy it.
“Caught anything yet?”, Arthur’s voice woke you up from your daydreams when he walked up to you after a while.
“No…”, you answered and admitted, “I was a little distracted.”
“Ain’t blamin’ ya. We gave you a hell of a show”, Arthur said and took his spot next to you again. Luckily, a few fish bit later on and by the time you walked back to your tent, a fire could be built and the fish were grilled. A lot of time had passed, and the sun was already low in the sky. Jack demanded to be read to from his favourite book. After you had read a few pages and Jack had settled in to listen to some more, you handed the book to Arthur. He had been busy with stoking the fire and cleaning the grit, so he was a little caught off guard by the action.
“What am I supposed to do with that?”, he asked.
“Read to the boy”, you answered with a grin.
“Why can’t you?”, Arthur asked, his eyebrows raised in wonder.
“My throat is starting to feel sore”, you lied so obviously, that even Jack could have seen through it, “besides; I want someone to read to me too.”
Arthur considered the situation for a moment before giving in. The last time he read a book to someone…well, he wasn’t sure. Was it to Jamie when he was still a little boy or to Isaac? Did he ever even read out to Isaac? Arthur was prompted into opening the book when you suddenly snuggled up to him. But that alone made him lose his voice for a moment, so he had to collect himself before starting to read.
You loved how raspy Arthur’s voice would get when he was nervous, but it soon smoothed out and he had barely read for ten minutes when you had to stop him, because Jack had fallen asleep.
“’s barely even dark…”, Arthur commented after he had carried the boy to his bedroll in the tent.
“He did have an eventful day”, you said, and Arthur had to agree. The bottle of whiskey Arthur had brought was soon opened up and half was gone by the time you could make out the first stars in the sky. A lot of your conversation was just recollecting the day or commenting on happenings on the last few days, but after some silence, Arthur started a new conversation.
"Maybe, if ya told me what the other men ask you to do, I'd feel less a fool for asking ya fer something", Arthur suggested. The undertone of his voice revealed curiosity, but he had tried to keep that intent hidden. You were surprised that he remembered what you had talked about the last time it was just the two of us.
"You're unbelievable!", you exclaimed and giggled so light-heartedly. Arthur's heart melted when he saw the crinkles around your eyes. "You just want the gang's gossip!", you accused him.
"No! I'm just sayin'", Arthur shrugged with a smile, "It would really help a lot."
You looked at him, his blue-greenish eyes staring right back at you. You were an avid eye-contact holder, it was required for your role in the gang. But no pair of eyes ever compared to Arthur's. It was his turn to catch your gaze wandering to his lips, he also noticed how your eyes fluttered, when they looked up again, and then briefly away, as if you considered something.
"Fine. I'll tell you some. But I won't tell you who asked me for what."
"Sure."
"Mhhh...it's not the craziest stuff, if you’re expecting that. Most men like when I play with their hair. Or head scratches. I told you I was good at them! Someone likes it when I feed them. Like...you know...we go pick some berries and I feed them. It can be really,...domestic, I suppose. But then it becomes a lot of fun because we try to throw the berries into each other mouths, trying to catch them. It’s great..."
You got slightly embarrassed. When you spend time with other men from the gang, you always tried to give them an experience that made them happy. Some of it was oddly intimate. It didn't bother you much, but now, speaking about it with Arthur, you somehow started to worry that you'd be worth less in his eyes. Just because you have done those things with his friends. It wasn't like you slept with them. No, none, with very few exceptional instances, have ever been inappropriate.
You were silent for a while, those thoughts taking over quickly. And yet, what should it matter? It’s just Arthur, it was okay if he knew that side of you.
You sighed deeply, still finding Arthur’s eyes glued to your lips.
"Some of them like to show off to me. It's real stupid stuff. Like 'look how quick I can draw' or 'check out this piece of wood I whittled'. I suppose these are just things they are mildly proud at...but embarrassed to show someone. I...like that, though. It's really cute and reveals something about the person. There is always something to praise or enjoy about it. And they really appreciate it."
Arthur stared into the fire, nodding his head slowly.
After a while, he started with: "I ehrm-..." Then he pulled out his journal.
"It's nothing special either...", he flipped through some pages, only to reveal a double-sided sketch of Clemen's Point. A beautiful sketch, well-observed with depth and detail. You knew Arthur kept a journal – you never knew he drew in it! And from all the sketches the other men had ever shown you, most of them could have been done better by Jack, this was honestly impressive.
"Arthur-"
"I know, 's silly", and he was about to close the journal when you snatched it out of his hand and placed it in your lap. Not daring to flip the page but studying the sketch in front of you.
"Are you kidding? It's fucking amazing."
When Arthur looked at you in disbelieve, you doubled down: "Fuck you, man. I can't even pick out things I like to praise because the whole damn thing's just-!"
"Yer teasing me..."
"Am not! When someone shows me a drawing, I often have to guess, like ‘Oh, that’s a nice bison you drew.’ And then they correct me and go like ‘It’s supposed to be a dog.’ and we have a good laugh about it…but this…Is that Dutch's horse?", you asked, pointing at the little white stallion. Arthur confirmed it. You started to point at things, accurately identifying what it was. John's tent, the chicken coop, even the figure in the distance, that only was a vague outline of a person, you identified as if you had been there when it was drawn.
"You have more drawings in there?", you asked.
"Sure. But- wait", he took the journal back, carefully skipping the pages where he had sketched you, which had happened suspiciously often recently, and only showing you the landscapes and animals. You never expected that Arthur had an eye for things like that. A doe was captured perfectly in its shy manner. A funny looking cabin, a crooked tree. For all those things, Arthur stopped and took his time to draw them. It was stunning. You felt like he had given you a better idea of what sort of a man he actually is. To say you liked that version of him, was an understatement and you started to realise this with every sketch of ducks or fish he presented to you.
"When you find someone, someone you really like. And start a family...you could draw and sell those pictures, you know?"
Arthur was shocked. Firstly, why you knew about his wish to start a family, and secondly, that you suggested his drawings are nearly good enough for anyone to pay money for.
"Y/n", Arthur lamented, almost with a painful voice. As if you were that naive girl that had no idea about how life works. That there could never be a family for him, never a different life than shooting and robbing to get to some money.
"Have you ever painted? Like with colour and a paintbrush?", you interrupted.
"Ain't worth it. I'd be no good with colour. And it's too expensive."
"When's your birthday?", you asked out of the blue. You were determined. If you had to work your ass off for it or drop to your knees in front of Miss Grimshaw, you'd get this man a paintbrush.
"No", Arthur said firmly.
"Come on!", you quipped.
"Stop it. It's just a stupid thing I do to pass some time it ain't-"
"But I love them!", you interrupted, "I really do. Every single one you showed me."
"Clearly, something ain’t right in your head then", Arthur joked and put his journal away.
"You are a charming man, Mr. Morgan," you teased back, bumping into his shoulder.
As if your words had confirmed Arthur's accusation, he comically tapped your forehead with his index finger: "Really messed up, aren't you?"
"Why?", you said, switching gears and skilfully capturing Arthur's finger that had went for another tap. It took both of your hands to open Arthur's hand, not that he resisted, but his hands were huge. And with your guidance, Arthur's hand cupped your cheek. "Is it because I like to spend time with you? Do you think one has to be mad to enjoy that? Because if you do think that...I have to give you ten reasons why you are wrong."
Arthur barely listened to your words. His senses were hyper focused on his hand which was touching your cheek. Warm and soft. Not smooth like a perfect hide, but skin isn't perfect. Hell, his hand must be mighty uncomfortable. It was calloused, beaten up, scarred. There was no rational reason why you would snuggle your face into it like it was a pillow you readied for a night's sleep.
With pleasure you watched how often he blinked, how flustered he became, how his hand twitched in excitement under your touch. As careful as you were some butterfly, Arthur’s thumb dared to caress your cheek. The movement was so small, it was like he didn’t even want you to notice that you he had dared to do that. Somehow, this rough and hardened outlaw was a real sensitive guy. A sensitive guy who made your stomach flutter.
"I'll head to bed and join Jack, you coming too?", you asked, guiding Arthur's hand into your lap and holding in lightly with your two hands.
"Imma...t-take care of the fire a little longer", Arthur answered with coarse voice, his throat entirely dried up.
"M'kay", you smiled and stood up without letting go of Arthur's hand. Halfway in the process of standing up you halted, pressing a light kiss on Arthur's cheek and whispered good night, before finally letting go and walking off to the tent.
Though you were exhausted, it was tricky to sleep. You listened to Arthur who was still attending the fire, walking up and down, whispering to the horses and occasionally took a swig from the bottle. Jack slept at the side of the tent, you had taken the spot in the middle. No matter how long it felt until sleep finally took over, Arthur crawled into the tent ten minutes later, only to find out that you had messed with the sleeping set-up. It wasn’t the way he had arranged it, namely, a very inequal distribution of blankets and ‘pillows’ (rolled-up jackets or other garments). Arthur had planned to spend the night without a blanket, so you and Jack had two. But you had given up one of yours, which neatly waited on Arthur’s bedroll for him.
“She ain’t gonna make this easy for me”, Arthur thought, before lying down.
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“Uncle Arthur!”, Jack squatted next to the man who was still fast asleep. Well, until the boy started to shake him with all his might, though it barely rattled the man.
“Aunt y/n told me to wake you”, Jack smiled innocently. Arthur was trying to grasp the situation. For a fleeting moment, he thought there was danger nearby. Then he had been confused about why Jack was there. Only slowly, as Jack left the tent and the rays of sunshine hit his face, he remembered that he had went out camping with you and the boy. And clearly, he had overslept.
Arthur crawled out of the tent and stood up with a groan, stretching his tired limbs. The smell of coffee had reached his nose before he looked down to see Jack walking towards him, a half-filled cup in his hands.
“For you”, he exclaimed. Arthur took the mug and mumbled his thanks, looking up a little to finally lay eyes on you. The fire was on, the percolator boiling with water, and he saw that you were in the process of readying a little pan for some eggs you had apparently taken from camp.
“Good morning”, you said with a big smile.
“Sorry I overslept…”, Arthur grumbled, sitting down by the fire.
“Nothing to be sorry for. I’m glad you could catch up on some sleep.”
Breakfast was nice. You scrambled some eggs, garmented them with herbs you had collected earlier and re-filled Arthur’s mug. Jack was happy after eating a few bites and then playing with his toys in the distance. Arthur and you discussed the rest of the day and decided you would take your time, see if Jack was up for a ride and a stroll through Rhodes and spending another night at the Saloon.
Later, Jack helped you with washing the dishes at the creek. You managed to talk him into throwing a wet rag at Arthur, which he answered by throwing the rag back at you. This started a game of dogde or catch the rag. You laughed a lot. By mid-day you were on your horses, carefully navigating the shadows to escape the relentless sun. After one very slow hour of riding, with breaks whenever Jack discovered something interesting on the ground that needed further investigation, you arrived in Rhodes. After restocking on groceries, you made your way to the saloon, finding it relatively quiet and peaceful still.
“Can I help you, folks?”, the bartender asked, leaning on the counter.
“A room, please”, Arthur stated briefly. The bartender considered you for a moment, his eyes wandered from Arthur to you and finally your hand that rested protectively on Jack’s shoulder.
“We have a special deal for families. Spacious room, enough beds and a discount on a bath”, the bartender explained, opening the ledger where he kept track of which rooms were taken.
“Sounds great!”, you chimed in happily before Arthur could do as much as open his mouth.
“There you go. Walk up the stairs behind there, first door on the right”, the bartender handed you the keys, “Just let me know when you want the water heated up.”
“Will do, thanks!”, you answered. Your free arm was quickly intertwined with Arthur, who was taken by surprise. He stiffened a little but walked off with you and Jack rather convincingly.
“Whoa! This bed is huge!”, exclaimed Jack when you walked into the room.
“Ain’t for you though, little man”, Arthur chuckled. The room was equipped with a bed that was big enough to fit a couple and a toddler, but there was still a children-sized one in the corner. Arthur noticed how your arm slipped away from his as you entered the room, dropping some of your luggage onto the floor.
“Luxurious, isn’t it?”, you smiled. It was definitely better than the rooms you’d get in Valentine and probably even cleaner than the other ones the saloon had to offer. Jack was settling in, testing how bouncy his mattress was and unpacking his toys while Arthur walked up to you, clearing his throat.
“Yer fine with sharin’ a bed?”, he asked.
You raised an eyebrow: “We shared a tent last night, and that was a much tighter fit, wouldn’t you say so?”
“I guess…”, Arthur felt a little helpless. Sharing a bed felt more domestic and intimate than sharing the same tent. Also, Jack wouldn’t be all snuggled up to you, but in his own bed at some distance. Frankly, Arthur was excited. You watched his frown, not quite sure if its origin was because of discomfort or simple nervosity.
“Are you okay with that? I could bring my bedroll and-“, you wanted to suggest, but Arthur was quick to interrupt you: “I just didn’t know if you were fine with it. I don’t want ya to feel uncomfortable.”
“Don’t worry about me”, you smiled, “I’ll go down and ask for a bath. Abigail will be glad I we bring the boy back cleaner than he was before.”
Arthur was alone in the room for nearly an hour, before you and Jack appeared with damp hair, smelling of soap. It was decided that Arthur would also make use of the warmed-up water, and as he went off to the bathroom, you and Jack set your plan in motion.
By the time Arthur returned he was met with a sight that initially puzzled him. The two of you had transformed the little corner with Jack’s bed using the limited resources available to you, creating a makeshift fort out of pillows and blankets. Jack’s small bed had been turned into a cozy cave of sorts, sheltered from the outside world to the point where you needed a lantern to read a book within.
Arthur didn’t even see you at first, he only heard Jack’s bubbly giggle and you shushing him. For a moment, he wasn’t sure if he was supposed to play along and pretend that he didn’t know where you were…like some sort of hide-and-seek. But he decided against it, instead sighing happily, and sitting down on the big bed.
“I can hear ya, ya know?”, he said gently.
“No you can’t!”, Jack said back.
“Should have built it bigger, doesn’t look like I’ll fit underneath there”, Arthur commented. Now, you peeked out. Arthur saw how you opened a mouth, but something stopped you for a moment. His hair was wet and slicked back. He hadn’t even bothered putting on his shirt, but instead only wore his pants and union suit underneath. Hell, he hadn’t even bothered to button it all the way up. It hugged his muscles perfectly. You knew he was in good shape, but you hadn’t expected THIS.
“Shouldn’t have grown so big then”, you finally said, a fine blush on your cheeks.
As the evening advanced, you had read several chapters to Jack, lulling him into slumber. You then quietly slipped into the bed beside Arthur. After some casual conversation which both of you skilfully and awkwardly used to get closer to each other, Arthur asked something that had been on his mind for a while: "What do you get out of it? All the nurturing and caring for everyone in the gang? Has any one of them ever done right by you?"
"Well...I have a place to stay and sleep. I don't have to worry too much about earning money. And I like making others happy."
Arthur didn't like that. A place to sleep and food, he felt like, shouldn't be things you had to earn by listening to the complaints of others all the time.
"All you get is hearing the troubles of some dirty, foolish outlaws. Ain’t really a life, is it?"
"Some make me happy too", you admitted, quietly. You realised how Arthur tensed up slightly.
"I get to know y'all. Don't you think that's a privilege? For a woman my age? Others can't simply walk around in the street, offer some hand-holding a listenin' and expect this to pay for their meals."
"You want to do this for the rest if your life?", Arthur asked. You scanned his body, focusing on the dark hair that grew on his chest.
"No", you whispered, and gently, you put your hand on his chest. You felt his heart, no, you saw how it beat, the skin of his chest swiftly moving in an up and down movement.
Arthur...was different than the others. You didn't know if it was that there was an actual difference, or if it just felt differently. But the way he treated you, the way he held you...it was so gentle. Like it was touch meant for a lifetime. The others were slightly more prudish, because they knew they had a couple of hours with you and maybe they'd be shot and die the next day. Somehow...not Arthur. When he pulled you closer into a hug, it was always the same, as if it was a welcome back, a coming home. There was no holding onto it, because he sorts of knew you would always be there. And you wanted it to be like that too. Because you, as tricky it was to admit, had feelings for this man.
Now it was you who caught Arthur staring, staring at the unsure movements your lips made as you searched for something to say. Maybe to explain what this all meant to you.
"Do you think it's ridiculous, what I do?", you asked. You wanted to know Arthur's opinion, truly.
"What? No."
"Really?"
"Hell, we'd be a bunch of degenerates if ya didn't keep us together. Yer ignoring Micah. For good reasons, I gotta say, and look what a slimy no-good he is. We'd be all like that if it wasn't for you", Arthur said. There was humour in his voice, but he meant what he had said. You smiled slightly.
"I wish I had come to you earlier", Arthur said.
"We are making up for the lost time, aren't we?", you said and leaned into him. The gesture seemed so familiar that Arthur wrapped his arms around you with barely any thought. Arthur watched your fingers as they trailed through his hair on his chest, never resting somewhere for long but tracing lines from his collar bones to where his beard started on his neck.
“Do you mind?”, you whispered, your fingers resting on a button of his suit.
Arthur subtly shook his head and watched how you unbuttoned one button after another. You had him slip out of the sleeves so the suit could be pulled further down, now exposing his entire abdomen to you.
There was no way he could hide his hitched breath. Your touch tickled pleasantly as your fingers explored his skin. He was enjoying those careful attentions, you'd trace around bruises and old scars, Arthur was focused on how it felt differently, the abused flesh and the scar tissue that had lost sensitivity. He noticed, either for the first time ever, or he had forgotten in the meantime, how ticklish he was on his side, under the ribs. He had no urge to laugh, but his body reacted to your touch differently, squirming when your skin brushed over his. Arthur noticed that you took a liking to those reactions, because he felt the corner of your mouth, which was pressed into his arm as you leaned into him, curl into a smile.
It was quiet. Sometimes the yells of a bar fight could be heard or someone hammering on the piano, but that aside, it was only Jack's silent snores that disturbed the peace.
"Arthur?", you whispered and sat up.
"Mhm?", Arthur looked sleepy. It wasn't even that late yet, but something about the situation was making him sleepy in the best way. You said nothing more. You only put your hand on his cheek, briefly caressing his stubble.
"Would it be okay if I kissed you?", you asked.
For a few moments, Arthur's mind went completely blank. He only breathed a shaky "Yeah" and your lips brushed his already.
Instantly, Arthur's hands pulled you in closer. You were close, lips brushing, breathing each other's air. It was all you needed, before both of you finally pressed into each other.
You knew Arthur was gentle, but this sort of tenderness took even you by surprise. And Arthur- well, he was pretty sure he was dreaming. When was the last time he had kissed a woman? No, when was the last time he kissed a woman and felt like his heart was about to explode in his chest. He had craved this ever since the night you spent together. And by the way your hands wandered to his hair, fingers running through his strands, he knew you had wanted it just as much.
It was a soft kiss and both of you looked sort of surprised when it had ended. Arthur sat up slightly and pulled you on his lap, which earned him a happy grin. You started to pepper the man in front of you with kisses. Super light, as if a breeze was brushing his forehead, his cheek, his nose, under his ear, the corner of his lips. You had lost count, stirred on by a blushing Arthur underneath you.
"D-don't ya think that's enough?", Arthur said, kind of trying to dodge your kisses, but not really.
"Nope. You deserve this!", you said, but when you headed for his nose, Arthur managed to turn it into a proper kiss again.
Then you sank on his chest, lying on top of him with his arms wrapped around you.
For Arthur, this was a weird feeling at first. But he loved how your weight pressed him down into the mattress and how your hands always found a piece of his body to caress and tickle. He was embarrassed about how dry his mouth and throat became again, all of a sudden. He was convinced you realized how often he had to swallow and how hesitant he still was to move his hands any further down than the small of your back. Though if you noticed, you were very understanding. You clearly heard his heart hammering in his chest and waited patiently for it to calm down before speaking again.
"Can I tell you something silly?”, you said, lost in thoughts.
"Sure"
"I liked it when the bartender referred to us as family."
"Me too", and his hold on you became ever so tighter.
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BatBite
Azriel x Reader
Synopsis: Azriel relies on liquid courage to finally act on his feelings for you but the next day, only one of you remembers and its the one marked with lovebites
Warnings: Fluff, kissing, biting hehe
A/N: Gentle fluff, gearing up to write smut again. Let me know what you think of this one and if you have any requests those are open too!
More Irish flare in this, with fadas removed for your own ease of pronunciation but Greim is a word for Bite and Brú for Crush. I kinda like the idea of using Irish words for non-canon passing by characters hehe.
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“Az, you’re going to take my arm out of my socket!” you laughed loudly over the growing crowd of the annual House of Wind Starfall party. Azriel pulled you up the staircase towards your room, using his wings to offset his drunken imbalance. The party was growing in chaos and as much fun as dancing until you dropped was, watching a tipsy Azriel navigate his environment was more fun. That along with ensuring he didn’t try to drink and fly led you to here, inside your bedroom as he slipped off his jacket and took another drink from a flask.
“Are you okay Az?” you chuckled while watching the Spymaster struggle out of his sleeves. 
“Shh shhhh Shhh-hh-hhh” English escaped the drunken Illyrian. You took slight release in his lack of composure as often when he had it you both would have pointless arguments despite your deep-rooted enjoyment of one another's company. 
He slid slightly in his shoeless state while approaching you, gaining more laughter from you. Azriel stretched a hand outwards to you and you took hold of him, thinking it was so he could regain balance. Azriel pulled you into him, your chests bouncing back off one another at the speed. You felt your breath hitch at the sudden close and intimate proximity between you both. 
“Umm Az-” your small laugh was cut off as Azriel ran his whole palm down your face, almost pawing you before he coordinated himself enough to isolate a single finger against your lips.
“Shh shhh Y-N shhh” You couldn't stop the laughter escaping you only to have it almost immediately silenced with the sudden taste of whiskey meeting your lips. Azriel wrapped his hands around your neck, tilting your head slightly to deepen the kiss you had both wanted for centuries. He moved you back without separating from you until your back hit the bedroom door, your head gently knocking off the oak.
“Wait Az, a moment ago we were fighting, practically at one another's throats-” a smirk grew on Azriels face at your words before he tilted your head back again and attached himself to your neck with agonisingly sweet pressure, a small whimper leaving you at the sudden addictive sensation. You felt your skin be taken between his lips before Azriel bit down sweetly, quickly turning to harshly, your head responding by angling further to give him more access. Azriels warm, scarred hands reached the bottom of your silk slip dress before traipsing up your legs to your sides beneath the fabric. You fought against the moans rising in your throat as he marked you hungrily. 
“Wait Az, you are so so drunk right now” Your hands ran down his arms, pushing him gently allowing you to slip from his grip. Azriel gently swayed side to side without your body to support his weight.   
“YN, I ha-ve wanted this for foooreever, I jus-t needed some liq-uid courage to finally be br-ave enough to ac-t on it, is that sooooo baaad?” The slur of words with the scent of the caramel brown liquor reminded you just how drunk he was as you pushed away your own burning desire. The sound of shattering glass had your head snapping to the door again, the party growing out of control. You kissed Azriels cheek gently before dipping back into the hallway. 
Azriel stood in your empty bedroom on his shaky legs, he slowly retreated backwards until the backs of his legs hit the bed, sending him flying back onto the silk, wings splayed out, deep inebriated sleep taking hold. 
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“Oh Gods! Please someone turn down the sun!” Azriel groaned as you whipped the curtains open with a wave of your hand, the Spring day leaking light in. Azriel pulled the silk sheets you had covered him with back over his face trying to heal his retinas back to health. 
“Morning Starshine” you half sang, sitting under the sheets in the bed alongside him, a cup of tea in hand. Azriel groaned, lowering the sheets below eye level to look up at you through his lashes. He quickly whipped the sheets up to look down at his fully clothed body. 
“Don’t worry Az, nothing happened. I helped with the cleanup when people finally left and I just wanted to sleep in my bed, apparently, you had the same idea” you grinned at your near-death hungover friend. 
“So do you remember anything at all from last night Az?” 
“I remember whiskey ehhh bourbon ehh at one point I think me and Cass ate a whole sheet of cake ehhh oh! Cass then vomited said cake all over my shoes which explains where they've gone and then ehhh more whiskey” he rubbed his eyes again trying to pull more memories to his mind and failing. Azriel shimmied up the bed to lean into your side before taking your cup of tea from your hands, gaining an eye roll from you. 
“Just the important stuff so” You smiled down at him before throwing your legs over the side of your bed, Azriel slumping into the space you left. You moved across your room, disappearing behind your changing screen momentarily and returning in your training gear. 
“Don’t make me look bad YN, take a day off” Azriel beamed at you, trying to push the thoughts of you changing mere metres from him from his mind. 
“I got a lot to think through, punching things helps me” you laughed, pulling your white ribbon from your vanity and braiding the fabric into your hair. 
“Woah YN! Someone used you as their dinner last night” Azriel laughed while gesturing to the obvious marbling covering your neck, your cheeks soon matching their maroon in embarrassment. Azriel raised an eyebrow at the sudden uncomfortable mood shift, you too often talked and fought about your conquests together, the bashfulness about the situation was new. You began to untangle the braid, covering the marks again, tying the ribbon around your waist, Azriels eyes glued to the movement. 
“I gotta go warm up”
“Ah come on YN, kiss and tell! I won’t tell anyone”
“You know I don’t believe you”
“Well, that's because Cass isn't just anyone to me” he laughed, raising his body from the bed to close the gap between you. 
“Do I know them?” 
“Az” you laughed, pushing him back, his hands going up in peace. 
“If I guess, will you tell me?” you shook your head to him as he groaned, running the end of the ribbon on your waist through his fingers. You watched the movement, maybe you wanted to tell him? Or maybe you wanted him to remember on his own accord. 
“Fine Az, you get three guesses and I get off doing sprints for a month” he hummed in thought at this before agreeing. His mind went through the faces of last night, hundreds of Fae crossed his mind all of which would enrage him if you were to allow them to kiss you like that. He felt a bit of rage bubble underneath his skin as he thought of someone else's hands all over you. 
“Az, I have to get downstairs” your humoured voice interrupted his thoughts, forcing him to push back the jealousy he felt. 
“Hmm Cass? Wait, not him. He and Nesta have been gearing up lately and I think she’d skin you alive-” you raised your eyebrow to him “-but you’d win the fight” you rolled your eyes at his quick save, slipping the ribbon from his fingers and moving to sit and slip on your boots. Azriel wandered around the room, tapping his finger on his lips while thinking. You thought of those lips all over you last night, struggling to keep hold of the moan you wanted to release at the thought. 
“Was it Greim from Ritas?” you shook your head, tying your boots up on the edge of your bed. 
“Was it Bru from Feyre’s gallery”, you shook your head again.
“Ehhh oh YN no no no please-” he dropped to his knees theatrically, taking his hands in yours “-Please please YN YLN, don’t say it was Eris, I saw you two speaking earlier in the night” You found yourself laughing at the outlandish idea but his slightly desperate eyes had you reassuring him by shaking your head. Azriel launched himself from the ground to push you flush into the bed as he supported his weight with an arm above your head, you both laughing as he spoke.
“Oh Gods just tell me” 
“Fine Az, you did this” 
“Me? I don’t remem-” The smile slowly fell from your face at Azriels words as his grin disappeared, and his eyes widened as he collapsed beside you and stared at the ceiling. The flashbacks came back to him like lightning across his eyes.
“I am so so sorry for putting you in that position YN” 
“Don’t be sorry” You rolled to your side to face him, Azriel doing the same, the comfortable silence returning between you both.
“I can’t believe I went through with it” You raised your eyebrow at his quiet confession as he closed his eyes, ready to release his secret. 
“Well you see- Gods this is so embarrassing - I wanted to kiss you for…a very long time now and Cass was sick of me whining about it and he convinced me to act on my feelings finally but I just couldn’t act on them especially when I saw you in your dress - wow I mean seriously….anyways sorry I just thought I’d find my courage at the bottom of a whiskey jug…and a sheet cake and apparently I did” he reopened his eyes at your silence to find you smirking hard at him. He rolled back onto his back with a groan of embarrassment. 
“You need whiskey to kiss me?” you sat up from the bed and for a moment Azriel thought he had fully spooked you. He watched you lean across him to your bedside table, removing a small pocket-sized bottle of whiskey from the drawer, tossing it to him playfully as he laughed with you. You lay down again next to him, tucking your hands under your cheek to face him on your side. 
“Do-do you regret doing it now that you remember?
“I only regret our first kiss was one I remember in a blur” You took a brief moment with his words before smirking, pushing up off the bed and throwing a leg over his lap to straddle him. Azriels hand reached up to tuck your hair behind your ear before you lowered to meet his lips. Warmth filled you both with the feeling of gentleness and care filling you both, Azriels hands were placed lovingly on either side of your head. A soft hand traced the marks he had left on your neck. 
“Now, that was our first kiss Az”
“Our first kiss”
“I can’t believe you thought I would kiss Eris” You sat up on his lap, hitting him gently in the chest. 
“Pass me the whiskey, I need to erase the thought from my mind” he chuckled, sitting up with you, hands around your waist to prevent you from falling back. He moved to kiss your neck again only to have you stop him. 
“My turn” your wicked smirk matched his as you connected to your neck, the hangover long melted away
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animeshotsh · 1 year ago
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A doggie!! | Various x Kid!Reader |
Warnings: Fluff - Curses - HH violence - Alastor hates dogs - Lucifer its all up to bother Alastor - grammar mistakes - may do pt2 -
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Charlie could not hold her smile as she walked down the streets of hell, a big box in her hands and a nervous Vaggie at her side.
"Charlie...love, do you think this is a good idea? Vaggie asked again for the 10th time that day
Charlie who was already planning on how to give you your gift stopped to look at her gilfriend.
"We have been over our head with the hotel and the new patrons. No one has the time to play with (Y/N)...." Charlie said, memories of your sad self leaving the room after seeing everybody was working on something.
"I know but do you think a....dog would help them? They are too young..."
"This" Charlie exclaimed with the biggest and proud smile on her face shoving the box in Vaggi's face "its the most well trained and behaved Cerberus!! I know this race i used to have one, they are loyal and friendly and.."
"And they breath fire, do you really think (Y/N) its going to be alright with one?"
~☆~☆~☆~☆
Turns out, you were even better than right.
Amazing one would say.
Charlie let out sounds of happyness as she snapped pictures of you and the little and chubby cerberus. Both of you currently playing inside your room.
Well one of them, since Alastor and Lucifer insisted on you having a room close to each one of them.
"Its really mine Sis?" You asked giving the dog some trears then rubbing its belly.
"Yes! We have been working too hard in the hotel and i know you must have feel lonely, but now you have this frien by your side"
The shadow from alastor and flying lamb from Lucifer where at the side giving Charlie offended looks.
~☆~☆~☆~☆
No one was ready for how was going to be with you and a cerberus.
First, Lucifer almost had a heart attack when he went to your room to get you and saw the puppy who in return sent a blast of blue fire towards him.
You had to calm down the creature that had turned big when being suprised by the hell's king.
"Hey hey!! Its fine its my dad"
"(Y/N) GET AWAY FROM THAT THING"
Of coruse his screams alerted Charlie who went as fast as she could to see her father sending glares towards your cerberus (when did it got so big?) And you trying to calm it down.
After Charlie explained and Lucifer calmed down so did the dog. Returning to its puppy size and now running in circles, not a single sign that it was the same beast from minutes before.
~☆~☆~☆~
Alastor hated it. And the dog hated Alastor back.
When he heard you had got a dog Alastor was ready to try and get the thing out of the hotel.
Maybe he could get you a fish....yeah that sounded better.
But no. The moment Alastor tried to get that dog it turned six feet tall and growled at him.
And no, Alastor was not suprised and he was ready to fight it.
But that thing was more intelligent, when it hear you were coming it went back to its puppy size and started crying. And you just happened to be around the corner.
"Cerberus? Uncle? What happened?"
Oh that fucker played Alastor so well, he could see the dog smiling and wanted nothing more than to squish it.
"Oh Dear! Looks like i scared it, maybe its not as strong as it seems" Alastor joked getting a low growl.
"Nono! Cerberus its so strong and gets big!! It even let dad, sis and I ride on its back" you explained while petting each head. "Maybe you can come with me? I promise you wont fall"
Like hell he would let himself be on top of that thing. But he could not tell you that so he just smiled "maybe another time, lets go and listen to some jazz while i work on my program"
"Can cerberus come?"
At the question Alastor's eye twitched "of course it can"
~☆~☆~☆~☆
Lucifer was in cloud nine after hearing at dinner that Cerberus had pissed Alastor's studio making the radio demon let out static noise and almost stabbing the king.
You were so sorry almost crying your eyes out making Alastor stop from breaking the dogs necks.
So new rule! No dogs in his radio station. And no dogs in his room.
You know what? No dogs near him.
~☆~☆~☆~☆~
The only time Lucifer and Alastor agreed on something: you spent too much time with the dog.
Sleep? With the dog. And no one could be in the same bed with you and it. Why? Because that thing would get bigger on purpose to prevent someone from stealing you.
The only one who could be with you and it was Charlie. Why? No one knew but if you were out your room the only other demon near you and your dog was Charlie.
She would prepare sleep overs with you and cerberus, Vaggie would join too, and the dog never reacted towards them. It even let itself be pet and kissed.
But with Lucifer? Yeah no. Even if it did let him ride on its back it was still not so friendly towards him. The dog even glared when Lucifer claimed you and him needed to go and could not bring it.
And Alastor had a personal war. Everytime you were not looking he would snap his fingers to try and make the dog leave. Nothing even worked.
"A truce, we get the dog out" a drunk Lucifer said one night to an equal drunk Alastor.
"I accept, i cant deal with that thing any longer"
"Well, it pissing your studio was something..."
"Haha, dont forget when it took your hat" Alastor bite back.
"HAHAHA well at least it likes me a bit"
"You must smell like it"
"FUCK YOU"
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stottlemorgan · 28 days ago
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Evie's Fanfic Rec List
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I don't read as much as I'd like to, but!!!! Here is a list of my favourite fanfics by some of the most wicked writers on this platform (+ao3). You all inspire me endlessly and I'm very grateful for you all sharing your brilliant work in this gorgeous community, and for free at that! I wanted to honour you all somehow <3 (If you'd prefer not to be tagged, lmk!)
I will update this list as I read more fics xo
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Author: @dilf-luvr-4evr Arthur Morgan x Female Reader Takin' It smut Joel Miller x Female Reader Marry-Me-Salmon fluff
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Author: @huingel Arthur Morgan x Female Reader Dad Arthur Drabble fluff
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Author: @pinescent-and-gingerbread Arthur Morgan x Female Reader Under the Hood suggestive, Modern AU Fantasies in the Dark smut The Jackpot smut
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Author: @margowritesthings Arthur Morgan x Female Reader What's Mine Is Mine smut
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Author: @twola Can you tell that Twola was the writer who inspired me to write rdr2 fanfic? Lmao xo Arthur Morgan x Female Reader Firewater smut, Low Honour Arthur, sorta angsty moody vibes Seven Deadly Sins IX smut Devil's Backbone smut, fluff, angst Prone Bone HH!Arthur smut Arthur/Fem!Reader receiving oral smut Sub Arthur smut A smutty, suggestive little Arthur drabble smut, suggestive
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Author: @stellasdrafts Arthur Morgan x Female Reader Girl Dad Arthur Headcanons fluff
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Author: @coltermorning Arthur Morgan x Female Reader Ultraviolence smut
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Author: @utterlyazriel Arthur Morgan x Female Reader To See You Just Right fluff
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Author: @maebelmelee Arthur Morgan x Female Reader Mustachioed smut
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Author: @redwritr Arthur Morgan x Female Reader Nectar smut
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Author: @lonesomedovescry Arthur Morgan x Female Reader A gorgeous Arthur fic about his love for reader and summertime fluff
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Author: @heartsickspider Arthur Morgan x Female Reader Forget-me-not fluff, angst, medieval knight AU Bandages Unravelled smut
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Author: @zae-heeyyy Arthur Morgan x Female Reader Evanesce smut, LH Arthur Causerie smut
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Author: @kisblle Arthur Morgan x Female Reader Dark Paradise smut, LH Arthur, angst, fluff
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Author: @arthurmorganswh0re Arthur Morgan x Female Reader The Things We Carry angst, grief
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Author: @moonshapedbox Arthur Morgan x Female Reader Swan-shaped Heart suggestive, fluff
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Author: @thepeachyouhadtopick Leland Stottlemeyer x Female Reader I'll Meet You Where the Wild Things Grow smut, fluff, angst
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Author: @thedilfdiaries Arthur Morgan x Female Reader November fluff, angst mostly
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Author: @photo1030 Arthur Morgan x Female Reader Leather and Lace - A Thanksgiving Feast fluff!!!!!
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redr0sewrites · 6 months ago
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hi rose!! since keigos birthday is coming up , and your post about the topic can you please write something about the reader asking to put christmas lights around his biceps 😞
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❤️‍🩹 A/n: this is so cute i love this sm !!
❤️‍🩹 Cw: fluff, suggestive, keigo being silly
❤️‍🩹 top dividers/bottom dividers
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"..christmas lights?" Keigo blurts, cheeks pink and eyes wide.
"oh c'mon, please? for me?"
"noooo"
"please, Kei? it would be soo hot. we can even take a photo! i'm sure some people would love to see you all wrapped up-"
Keigo flushes, lightheartedly hushing you and watching as you giggle.
"why Christmas lights?" he mumbles, sounding thoroughly annoyed, though the blush coating his face tells you otherwise.
"cause its sexy. maybe you can wear a santa costume too.."
Keigo huffs, blowing the longer strands of his hair that always seem to be hanging in his face up and out of his vision.
"the things i do for you.."
"so you'll do it?" you squeal, and despite himself, a smile shines on his face at your excitement.
"yea, yea, fine. but no santa costume!!"
"i'll take what i can get," you giggle, and he chuckles lightly. truth being told, you had wanted him to do this for you long before the holidays had even started. it wasn't hard to notice how attractive Keigo truly was, but there was something about his arms that made you go truly feral. you could write magnificent poetry about such beautiful creations- they were strong and muscular, but still lean and agile, with prominent veins and nimble hands to match. it wouldn't be the first time you'd gotten the hots for his body, and certainly not the last, but his arms... they were something else.
he had flexed for you a few times, stupid and silly and only as a joke, but you'd never admit how much it turned you on. while you were lost in thought, a feather whisked away to grab some of the spare holiday decoration that would now be used to fulfill your fantasies. the feather returned with a bundle of christmas lights wrapped around it, and you snap out of your stupor, grabbing the lights and eagerly instructing Keigo as you align the decoration with his meaty bicep.
"let's see how many times we can wrap this around, hm?" you whisper, leaning in to press a silky kiss in the crook of his neck. Keigo's breath hitches, and you slowly begin wrapping the strand of lights around his bicep, counting each rotation as you do so. while you focus on the task at hand, Keigo watched you, admiring the adorable pout on your lips and the way your hands gently but firmly gripped his much larger arm in place.
"11... 12... and, done! the strip wraps around your arm twelve times, with a little to spare," you grin cheekily, kissing him on the cheek and giving the lights a playful tug. "flex for me baby," you plead, and Keigo rolls his eyes exaggeratedly before indulging you. the sight of his firm bicep flexing beneath the restraining christmas lights was too much to bear for your poor, horny soul, and you practically pounce on him, letting the Christmas lights unravel and fall to the floor and instead opting to wrap your arms around his neck and suction your lips to his. Keigo happily complies, groaning into your mouth as your hands tug at his hair.
"someone's needy, huh? let's move this to the bedroom, yea big boy?" you coo, pulling away slightly to look at his flushed face.
"hh.. best idea you've had all day," he scoops you up in his arms, and your stomach flips as he holds you with all his strength. as his arms flex, he leans down to whisper huskily in your ear. "maybe we can put these lights to better use, hm? tie you down with something a bit more festive.."
oh em geeee i need him so bad. had to stop myself from making this into full on smut bc it wasn't included in the request but i might make a pt2 if i feel inspired,,, HEAVY ON THE MIGHT THO. ANYWAYS !!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY AGAIN KEIGO !!! IF ANYONE HAS ANY THIRSTS OR REQS SEND EM IN
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hyuny-bunny · 1 year ago
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hyuny-bunny's masterlist
⟡ - smut
‪♡ - fluff
* - angst
ot8:
- cybersex | camgirl!reader x skz (ot8) au ⟡
- skz + types of p*rn they watch (hyung line) ⟡
- skz + types of p*rn they watch (maknae line) ⟡
- skz + dumb s/o (ask/request) ⟡‪♡
- skz + s/o with long nails headcanons ‪♡⟡
- seasons // omegaverse au series ‪♡⟡ *
chan:
- TBD
lee know:
- 。⋆˚under the stars 。⋆˚。⋆. LK + HH ⟡‪♡
hyunjin:
- request: hold me *⟡‪♡
- baby said | Y.J. + H. H. ⟡ (groupie love pt.2)
- 。⋆˚under the stars 。⋆˚。⋆. LK + HH ⟡‪♡
- hot springs ⟡‪
changbin:
- request: i'll wait | C.B. ft lino ‪♡
jisung
- TBD
felix
- rockstar bf! felix headcanons ⟡
seungmin
- TBD
jeongin
- groupie love | ft hyun ⟡
- baby said | Y.J. + H. H. ⟡ (groupie love pt.2)
- daddy jeongin (ask) ⟡
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the-s1lly-corner · 1 year ago
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Can we get “calling Hazbin ladies pretty girl”, too, please?
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Calling HH gals Pretty Girl
yes you may1!!! WOO YEAH!!! characters: charlie, vaggie, lute, velvette, emily, rosie notes: reader is GN for everyone but vaggie- vaggies reader is fem CWs: none
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CHARLIE
very receptive to it and shows how much she enjoys it
she makes sure to tell you in return how pretty she thinks you are, even going as far as to point out what in specific she likes about your looks- though she may go on a little ramble if you let her
she has a noticeable bounce in her step after the interaction and generally seems to be in higher spirits than usual
definitely the type to think about what you said hours later, even as shes trying to go to bed
nearly kicking her feet in the air too/j
VAGGIE
its a little too sweet for her but she still finds the name endearing, you may get a small smile from her
dont let her lack of big reaction make you feel that she didnt appreciate your efforts to flatter her
shes not very obvious or vocal about a lot of her reactions but the subtle shifts in her behavior get it across that you got her feeling a certain way
in a good way, of course
despite that, she turns over what you said in her mind for a few days after the fact
LUTE
very similar to vaggie however shes much less experienced when it comes to affection/romance
for a moment you actually worry you may have offended her in some way before she plainly compliments you back- asides from that at most you may see a faint dusting of pink on her cheeks
theres still passion in her words but its going to take a while for her to become more.. emotive.. at least during any romantic moment
shes so deeply sucked into her work as an angel as well as the whole "keep it pure before marriage" mentality even though what youre doing isnt sinful at all
it lingers in the back of her mind for a while
ROSIE
very receptive although she doesnt let herself get too giddy like charlie and let it get out of hand
will shoot a compliment right back at you, likely turning it into a tease just to get under your skin... if it works shes going to tell you you look cute enough to eat
will lightly pinch your cheek as well
its... very hard to fluster rosie, sure she makes you aware that she appreciates you but you never quite get her to melt at your words and actions
loves your attempts though, finds them delightfully pathetic, in an endearing way!/lh
VELVETTE
shes heard that line before but it feels different coming from you, even if it doesnt evoke many feelings for her
you may get a smirk from her and a light huff before she shoots something right back your way- something far more intense than you had just said
nothing dirty, maybe, but whatever she ends up saying hits you close and makes you feel all flustered
almost takes it as a challenge even if it wasnt intended as one, loves seeing you scramble for words to try to match her energy
EMILY
giddy and excited, she will be smiling about it for a while afterwards- it doesnt matter what shes doing later... she can literally be at some angel meeting and shes still going to be smiling to herself
if the two of you were already cuddling or gently kissing one another shes going to end up peppering kisses all over your face while pointing out that she thinks youre pretty too
her feathers fluff a little too, further showing how much the name effects her.. they even spread a little, though not fully
will think about it for a long while and is not afraid to tell anyone why shes smiling so much
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