#holding his hand together so politely 🥺🥺🥺🥺

[simpingforcys]

Rewatching Once Upon a Studio and just noticed this little line up of WIR characters I hadn’t seen before. Felix where’s your WIFE

[seiwas]

i would just like to be insane abt kirishima for a moment pls .

[mochinomnoms]

Ooo imagine meeting Mama and Papa Leech before you and your eel get together but the parents know their son loves you.

🥺 they'd be so happy that their freak son(s) found someone so sweet and patient. The actual interaction depends on where you're meeting them, though.

Maybe NRC is having a family weekend where everyone's parents, siblings, and caretakers come to see the school. Perhaps they have activities and club booths like at the SDC, and Floyd is showing them around campus, demonstrating his new parkour skills much to his mother's horror and father's delight. Mr. and Mrs. Leech are dressed quite nicely, from their shoes to their hair, they're posh, polite, and rather mafia-esque much to everyone's concern. Maybe they don't want to know what the Leech family does for a living… Regardless, Floyd takes delight in dragging you over to meet his parents. His mother, a tall, slim lady with a sleepy, but sweet face, greets you with a firm hug. She gives Floyd a run for his money with the way she nearly squeezes you like a tube of toothpaste. She calls you by your name, which is a surprise as you haven't introduced yourself yet and Floyd's only called you Little Shrimpy in front of his parents.

“Of course I know your name, it's quite rare that Floyd calls any of this friends by their name, so I remember yours very clearly. He loves fawning over you during our calls you know, it's so sweet seeing my boy with a crush—”

Floyd, covering her mouth with his hand, mutters something about not making him look uncool as he decides to drag her away to where Mr. Leech was studying Jade's club booth.

On the other hand, maybe Jade decided to take you on a trip to the northern Coral Sea, where his family takes residence in a summer home. The water is still fairly cold, but there's no ice floes anymore, so it's actually quite nice, as long as you don't dive into the deep sea. No, Jade takes you to the home that's settling in an underwater cove, not too far from the reef, but deep enough that it's private. Jade wanted to show you around the sea to get a gauge of likely you'd be to want to stay there forever (for no reason in particular.) The stripes on his hips and arms occasionally glow a light aquamarine every time you reach for him. They glow particularly bright when you have to hold onto him when swimming, arms so tightly wrapped around his chest that he's surprised you can't feel his heart pounding against his rib cage. This time, it's his father, a large, thick, eel merman with blue coloring and navy stripes, that makes a comment.

“My, my Jade. I and here I thought you were grown enough to control your glowing. Does your sweet friend here know why you're so bright and colorful around them? Hehehe, little one, should I have you start calling me father now or after the wedding—hey! Why are you swimming off now, your mother isn't going to be any nicer about it than I!”

Jade was ignoring your pointed questions and his father's cackles as he briskly swam back to the house to his mother. His only hope was that she was too preoccupied with Floyd to point out his now LED bright stripes. It's like if blushing was also a bright orange neon sign screaming, “I'M IN LOVE WITH YOU PLEASE, I'M BEGGING—” to you every time he looks at you.

[ghouljams]

hi hello

i love your regency stuff its amazing

especially arranged marriage soap

it just has a certain vibe to it like i fricking love the "madly in love" with "guarded, defensive" cuz then u get to see the person open up eventually 🥺🥺🥺🥺

He walks into your family estate with all the pride to his name. You're going to do your best to tear that down quickly. No point in drawing this sham of an engagement out longer than it already has been. His eyes touch you with so much heat when your father introduces you that you almost lose your nerve. He kisses your hand and it's the warmest greeting you've ever been party to. When he calls you Mrs. Mactavish you almost hit him, though you almost think he was hoping you would. His eyes hold a mischief you're not accustomed to.

No matter, you're good at this. Acting the part of terror. Your father excuses himself to let you two get acquainted, the maids run to fetch tea, you sit across from him in the drawing room and do your best to look uninterested. He sits comfortably, an air of unrivaled masculinity in the way he sits forwards with his elbows against his knees, his legs spread just on the edge of too wide. He puts on no gentlemanly airs for you, and some part of you appreciates that. The other part of you bristles at his attention.

"Is it true you men don't wear anything under those," You ask, pointing towards the kilt around his waist. You're going for rude. Though you're loathe to admit it suits him well, with the tailored waistcoat and jacket, he's a terribly handsome man. All the more reason for you to get rid of him quickly.

"Are ye hopin' to see for yerself, bonnie?" He asks, his smirk is terribly charming. Rakish and self assured. You hate it.

"Just trying to gauge your civility," You huff, turning to look out the window rather than at his smile.

"'Fraid I don't have much of that," He tells you, the rough timber of his voice and the lilt of his accent make you feel far too warm.

"No?" You snap your fan open to distract yourself, it must be the air not circulating.

"No," He purrs, "No use for it with you." You glare at him over the edge of your fan.

"I don't deserve it I suppose?" You accuse, at least the other men your father tried to marry you off to were polite. Until they ran off swearing at you.

"Dinnae say that," He hums, threads his fingers together as he inspects you. "I want you to call me Johnny," His subject change takes you by surprise, you snap your fan shut. You don't like not having control, and this feels very much like losing control of the conversation.

"Mr. Mactavish-" He cuts you off with a click of his tongue, the admonishment makes you stomach warm.

"Johnny." He corrects.

"Johnny," You grit, only to be cut off again.

"Ooh," He sighs, his voice low and promising, "Good girl." You open your mouth to says something, but nothing comes out. Your cheeks feel hot, and your breaths come heavier. He can't talk to you like that. Can he?

[delululand]

txt & what makes them jealous? how will they act on it?

yeonjun

he still gives me the vibe of a person who is unconsciously flirts with other people and if you behaved the same way he would rather take it as some kind of game and turn the topic into a joke and most likely into flirtatious dirty talks with you (and we all know that this will lead to screaming his name in a bedroom)

but if it was something really serious and he was worried about it, I think he’ll be upset and would try to talk and find out what was going on, however if his partner denied it or tried to get away from the topic it would be a complete scandal

soobin

i think he's not very jealous. usually when they talk about things related to jealousy, he speaks quite neutrally, for example, at the moment when everyone in korea was discussing perilla leaves, he said that it would be normal for him if his partner did this. the only time he said something about this was i don’t remember where exactly it was, but they discussed skinship and he said that he likes it more when he himself shows skinship (rather than someone starting to touch him) and he doesn’t like it when someone starts touching people close to him. and in fact there are quite a lot of videos of him removing the hand of one of members from another member or preventing them from holding hands by placing his hand and all that (especially protects huening kai)

so I think he would really be jealous mainly in moments of physical contact, even if it is something quite insignificant and most likely he would not say it directly, but try to separate his s/o and this person

I'll leave the video below with the dialogue between soobin and beomgyu and it shows their difference in this matter very well

beomgyu

okay if you watched the video you already know this. this guy is the winner in terms of jealousy among all members. he wouldn't let the members and other men in general touch you, flirt with you (even if they were just trying to be polite), spend too much time alone with you and everything else, he's the type of guy who starts whining "do you really love him more than me?????” if you pet your dog/cat for too long

I think he would be more open in expressing his feelings? like if another guy was flirting with you in front of him, he wouldn’t remain silent and, looking at him contemptuously, made some sarcastic comment, pulling you by the waist towards him and will definitely tell you what an arrogant loser this guy is as soon as you step aside

taehyun

actually i think he's almost not jealous at all? he looks the calmest and most emotionally mature so he would not pay attention to many things like just a long conversation or sitting next to, and if something did make him jealous, he would just talk to you about it when you were alone.

i really don’t see him at all as a jealous person or a person who would make a scandal about this, only dialogue or perhaps i can see how he behaves coldly. for example, if it's something really weird and his partner doesn't want to talk to him/denies everything and something like that, then after a few tries he would most likely get tired of it and cool off

huening kai

oooohhh don't make him jealous🥺 i can't stop saying how soft this boy is. if you look carefully at the moments when soobin pays more attention to the other members and starts being cute with them, his face changes. so i think that even just paying attention to another person while ignoring him would already make him jealous. and i'm not talking about flirting or anything like that, but just something like you’re together with other members and actively discussing with someone a new movie that you both watched but kai didn’t and he would just 🫥

knowing his character, he most likely would not have said anything? he'd probably just be upset for the rest of the day and act a little distant, answering your questions that everything is fine and he’s just little tired

[ghostchems]

polite request for a lil bit of breeding kink Cardi 🥺🫶🏻

(bonus points for him keeping his red cassock on, god I will cream)

about 1.5k words of exactly this. mdni. 18+. ao3 link.

The Cardinal touches the side of your neck with his thumb, stroking gently as he toys with the collar of your habit. He hums as your lips part and a soft sigh escapes them, his hand shifting down to the buttons holding you together. Cheeks are so flushed and you can’t bring yourself to speak. He tilts his head, a dangerous smile playing on his lips as one finger tugs at the top button, easily coming undone. You exhale slowly, getting goosebumps from how his hand slides inside your habit and inches down your chest, popping open the buttons as he goes.This is not how you thought this would go when he first approached you.

“Such smooth skin, tesoro.” Copia purrs and presses a kiss just below your earlobe as he cups your breast in his palm. You give a soft moan and press in closer to him, fists balling into his red cassock against his chest. The need is so strong, the ache between your legs nearly making your knees give out. He told you that you were chosen out of everyone to assist him in this important endeavor for the Ministry and he’s taken such care with you since you’ve accepted. He dips his head lower and nips at the skin where your neck and shoulder meet while he peels away the rest of your habit, letting it drop to the floor. You followed his instructions: you wore nothing underneath. Copia’s hands roam down your curves and grip onto your ass before traveling back up to pinch your nipples, his eyes tracing over your body.

“Lay back on the rug, per favore.” He whispers against your neck. You suck in a sharp breath and nod, pulling away from his soft cassock. Eyes settle on the rug in the center of the room: a pentagram rug. Did he have it specially made for this occasion? Or did he find it in a closet deep in the abbey? It’s soft beneath your bare feet. You lay on the rug, all too aware of how wet you are between your thighs, and keep yourself propped up on your elbows. He has his back to you for a few moments but when he turns you see the offering bowl in his hands.

“*O-oh.* Sorella, you are so perfect.” He’s breathlessly sweet as he kneels in front of you and dips a fingertip into the bowl. You’re burning up, the anticipation building inside you as you spread your legs further for him. The Cardinal’s gaze drops to your cunt and he groans deep in his throat, nearly forgetting the next step of his carefully planned ritual. He clears his throat and lifts his finger from the bowl to begin drawing sigils and symbols on your bare stomach that you barely remember from your studies. “*Nema*.” Copia whispers to himself and closes his eyes for a beat in silent prayer. Something about his extreme care in this situation has you nearly begging for him to fuck you now. He opens his eyes and they meet yours, a shy smile on his face as if he knows what you’re thinking.

“The Morningstar has shone his light on you and I see it, cara mia.” Copia hums as he toys with his cassock until he’s able to unzip his pants and free his already leaking cock. You chew on your lower lip and try to sink closer to him. He leans down and drifts his lips along your hip bone, hot kisses and nips up your stomach as he slot himself between your legs. “You were made for this.” His mouth reaches the curve of your breasts, his teeth dragging along the sensitive skin. Impatient. You need him *now*. A hand slips between you and grips his cock, angling it toward your slick entrance. Copia moans against your chest and bucks his hips, the head of his cock pressing inside you. Your arms loop around his shoulders and arch your back as he sinks himself deeper, burying his face in the crook of your neck.

“I’m going to fill you up, sorella.” He hisses against you with a forceful thrust. And fill you he does, your walls stretching around him as your eyes flutter shut, mouth open in a silent moan. “Fill you up over and over again until we produce an heir. The savior of the Ministry.” Copia’s nose drifts up your neck, mouthing along your jaw as he curls his arms around you until he’s fully on top, hovering just above your lips. You’re still propped on your elbows but you lift one hand to brush your thumb along his sideburns and then rake your fingers through his soft brown hair. He sighs against your lips as they touch his, melting in a kiss and holding himself in place inside of you. He deepens the kiss as your body relax against him, guiding you on your back until you feel the soft carpet beneath you.

“How beautiful you’ll look while you’re carrying my child…” Copia growls and angles his hips forward to start a slow sensuous pace. You’re blissed out, panting into his mouth while your nails scratch against his scalp. Such expectations and importance has been placed upon you and it’s *overwhelming* but Copia’s words echo through your mind, giving you the confidence to truly indulge. Your heels dig into the back of his thighs and you move your body with his, bringing your hips up to meet each of his thrusts. Low growls and heavy breaths fill your ears, the soft fabric of his cassock sticks to the blood on your stomach, smearing it further along your body. Heat pools in your abdomen, muscles tense in your thighs as you wrap your legs around his waist.

“*In nomine Dei nostri Satanas Luciferi Excelsi.”* You choke the words out. A fire lights in the Cardinal’s eyes and his grip on you only tightens, trapping you against his body. He fucks into you with reckless abandon until you’re trembling from the sheer force of him slamming into you. Tears sting your cheeks as you cry out, nails digging into his hair to cling onto him. You think about how Copia is this sweet man with a towering presence in the ministry, a true passion for what he does and how he’s borderline animalistic. His face is back to being buried in the crook of your neck as your head tips back and your body arches into him.

“S-so fucking good, taking my cock while I breed you.” He moans against you, his fingers digging into your back. Your body is set alight by his words, eyes squeezing shut while you choke out a broken sob. Your walls flex and tense around his cock as you come hard, drawing an urgent groan from his lips. In a matter of seconds he’s flooding you with his seed, his thrusts becoming uneven and frantic until they slow to a stop. Haze settles over you as you blink away the tears in your eyes and relax against the plush carpet. Copia pants into your neck as his grip on you loosens. “Stay still, tesoro.” He holds himself inside you, plugging you up for a few more moments before carefully slipping out.

“We… we have to be sure that nothing is wasted.” He sits back on his heels and grabs you by the knees to push them to your chest. You hold your legs in place for him, face still flushed red. Copia’s eyes settle on your cunt, his gloved pointer finger circling your hole as he gathers any cum that has leaked out. You bite back a groan while he pushes it back inside you. Nothing can be wasted. You prop yourself back up on your elbows as he removes his finger, your legs extending with a crack of your knees. He starts to stroke along your hipbones, bringing you back down to Earth.

“*Nema*.” You give a breathy exhale. Lips twitch into a small smile as you finally focus on him, the messy hair and smudged paint, the look of sleepy satisfaction on his face.

“Ah… we will meet here later tonight for another session.” He wipes some of the sweat from his face, smearing the black paint around his eyes further. You nod, arousal already brewing inside you at the thought of him breeding you again. Copia offers a small smile and pulls you into his chest, his arms securely around you. “Thank you. Thank you for embarking on this unholy journey with me, sorella.” He presses a kiss to your temple.

“Lucifer has blessed us.”

[bonny-kookoo]

SOMEONE OLDER IS CUTE. AS FFFFFFFF

drabbles open?? 🥺 because imagine how cute they look baking together for Christmas like newlyweds couple in their new home at jungkook’s house because jungkook also doesn’t know where things are 🥺🥹😔🫶🏻🫶🏻

Of course its open for drabbles!

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He can't help but laugh to himself how you try and contain your excitement, all the different colored Christmas lights reflecting in your eyes as you look around, constantly checking in with him to see if he's interested in something.

Your hand is around his biceps, as he pushes the cart around the store, nothing in it yet. "You don't have to hold yourself back." He tells you, as you look after a particularly interesting set of decoration.

"I just.. I don't know what you like?" You worry. "Like.. what if I overwhelm you? Or I want something you don't?"

"Then I'll tell you, and we find a compromise." He says, one of his hands gently running over yours on his arm. "I won't hate you just because your thoughts differ from mine. How about we choose a little tree first." He decides, realizing that giving you full choice might be too much right from the start. You're not used to that, after all.

So with the small fake tree in the cart, you're now putting different lights and decorations in as well, Jungkook's cheeks hurting from the way you so caringly place everything in the cart, telling him with everything where you'd like to place it, and how you invision his home to look like. How warm the fake candle lights will make it feel like, bringing some color into his otherwise rather monochrome interior design.

It's then that he spots her.

"Oh, Jungkook?" Evelyn questions, a few things in her arm as she walks up to him, her attempt at a hug however denied by both his warning gaze, and his hand on yours that's resting on his arm holding it there.

As if to tell you to stay- because he'll keep you safe from her.

"Are you helping your friend with her Christmas party?" She smiles, and you feel oddly intimidated- but Jungkook stands his ground.

"No, we're simply preparing for Christmas at home." He politely tells her. "If you'll excuse us-"

"Jungkookie, we have to talk about our apartment though." She says. "But I'll text you sometime later when you're not.. occupied. By the way!" She excitedly says, heels clicking on the floor as she walks over to you, making you press a but closer into Jungkook's side. "I'd love to make use of your.. services as well, in the near future. I have someone who really needs someone like you." She purrs, before she leaves.

Leaving you stunned, and Jungkook questioning.

It's quiet as you pay for your things, and drive to his house- before you speak up.

"Its not.. it sounded like she was-"

"I'm so sorry." He grits out, angry. "She keeps..!" He sighs, parking in front of his house in the designated spot, turning the engine off to run his hands over his face. "She keeps digging, and digging, and scratching at me like some rabid animal-!" He huffs out, when your hands pull his from his face, gentle.

"Then I'll.. I don't know what I'll do, but I'll do something to make it better." You say. "Maybe it's best to try and cut her out?" You wonder, and he sighs, throwing his head back.

"I'm trying!" He whines. "I'm trying." He sighs defeated, while you hold his hand.

"The.. service she was talking about." You say, catching his attention. "I help clean out.. homes. Like, hoarder situations and such." You tell him. "I do it for free. Mostly for friends, or their friends. I do it because I like helping people do what I personally wished I could've."

"..and that's.?" He asks quietly.

"Getting away from who they've been." You confess. "Getting a chance at a new start."

"The apartment she mentioned.. it's sold. Technically- the new family hasn't signed yet, but there's a lot of people interested." He explains. "Evelyn hated the house. She wanted a skyline apartment, high up, in the middle of the city." He shrugs. "So I bought it for her."

"Jungkook.." you say kindly. "You loved her. It's normal you did what you could to make it work." You say, moving his hand to your cheek, where his palm instantly moves to hold it. "But I think it's.. maybe time to disconnect yourself from her." You tell him, averting your eyes. "To.. make room for something new. Someone new."

"Have to bring out the trash, huh." He chuckles, leaning over the middle to kiss your lips, before you both get out the car to unpack everything- but instead, he pulls you close, snow falling down onto the both of you, breaths visible in the cold of the late evening, as he holds your cheeks in his palms, and leans in.

"I love you." He says.

And you whisper it back, over and over again, between every kiss you give him in return for his confession-

Well aware that no Christmas gift he'd get you could ever compare to this.

[forevermorelovelorn]

this might be really specific but i can’t stop thinking about going to a family event with your sweet puppy dog boyfriend steve. i’m at my cousin’s graduation & i would love to have him by my side, being so sweet to everyone, sharing memories, hand casually on my knee the whole time… ugh i just need that comfort love. hc ?? 🥺✨🤍

I adore this idea sm <3

steve harrington is so the boyfriend that is at your side at family events, he's the one holding your hand, smoothing his thumb over your knee, kissing your cheek when no one's paying any attention to you both, he's sweet and so polite, trying his hardest to make good impressions, to make the people important to you like him, he feels so lucky to go with you to these things, to stand by your side, to tell stories to anyone who will listen about how you two got together, and you can hear it in his voice as he shares memories that he's so in love with you, that he's so happy to be here with you, he was a little nervous when he was getting ready to go but you told him it would be okay and that (and a kiss) seemed to make his worries go away, it's so relaxing to be at family events and to just look over and have him there, soft eyes already on you, pretty freckles along his jaw, in his best clothes, maybe he'll whisper sweet things to you or try and make you laugh, maybe he'll get you something to drink without you needing to ask, maybe he's just the sweetest most puppy dog bf you could ever ask for 🤍

[avocado-writing]

oh  🥺

not going to do all my tags bc this is quite a short one (thank u breakfastonuranus for the gif!)

Tangerine hates children. Definitely. Truly. No, he doesn’t smile to himself when a baby locks eyes and starts grinning at him at a café. He doesn’t enjoy the sound of kids playing outside in the street, reminding him of his own childhood with Lemon. And he definitely doesn’t want to have one of his own.

Ever.

You’re in the supermarket together. Boring task, but it has to be done. You’ve filled up a basket when you really should have gotten a trolley. The two of you had playfully bickered about it until you relented and went back to the front of the shop, so he’s standing waiting for you in the cereal aisle. As he eyes up all the shite that lines the shelves, Tangerine becomes aware of a presence.

A little girl is standing next to him. She looks maybe five years old. She’s staring at him with a singular intensity only a child can muster.

“‘Scuse me,” she says, as if she hasn’t already got his attention. He checks and there’s nobody else around. Definitely talking to him then.

“Erm, yeah?”

She points a finger to a shelf far above her head, to a box with a unicorn on it. The sugar content seems alarmingly high.

“Can you get that for me?” she asks, then as an addendum, “Please.”

Oh, right. He might claim to not like children, but he doesn’t feel a particular urge to tell her to fuck off. He turns around and does as he’s bid instead. Grabs the box, holds it out to her. The little girl takes it politely from his hand. It’s about half as big as she is, it’s a bit comical.

“Thanks,” she says, with a grin full of missing milk teeth. And for a moment, just a moment, he sees himself with his own little girl, picking her up to grab her cereal, maybe depositing her on his shoulder afterwards. How you’d glow with pride at your little family. How happy he’d be as a family man himself.

“Don’t worry about it,” he says as she speeds off. He looks behind him, sensing someone, and sees you standing with a trolley; there’s a huge grin plastered on your face.

“Who was that?”

“Fuck knows. Some kid,” he replies, trying to maintain an air of nonchalance. You see through that in a second.

“Aww, you getting broody, Tan?”

He hates that word and harrumphs at the accusation.

Still. The image of there being three of you, rather than two, doesn’t leave him all day.

[moonchildstyles]

What Consumes my mind🥺🤍:

1-aster fingering angel for the first time

2- older h edging pretty girl and calling her good girl every time she listens to him and doesn’t cum

Thank you,

Your loyal reader 💞

Fingering is aster and angel’s thing soooo it’s only fair to see how they did it the first timeeeeeee no? 🥺💕💕💕💕

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Fitting his thigh between (Y/N)'s legs, Harry watched as her mouth dropped into a gape at the pressure against her clit. With her snuggled into his side, he was allowed a perfect view of her body's reactions to each of his touches. There was nothing like seeing her experience this kind of pleasure for the first time, especially knowing it was his doing. 

"Daddy," she gasped, lips slicked with spit and swollen from his kiss. 

"'M here, baby, I've got you," he crooned to her as she rolled her hips over his thigh. Petite whines and breathy cries fell from her lips as she chased that impact against her center once more, her movements clumsy and stuttered. "Sound so pretty like this, angel. So pretty I think you're gonna make me cum jus' listening to you." 

The faint beginnings of a smile touched at the edges of her lips, Harry already able to hear the thank you she was sure to peep out since she was such a polite girl for him. Of course that was before he made a point to nudge his knee up between her legs, the hard muscles that corded his thigh pressing tightly against her center. That smile she had been working up dropped from her features, her already closed eyes squeezing tightly together with her lashes bunching together. 

A choked call of his title made its way out of her mouth, the whine falling quietly between them before it was swallowed with the sound of her gasps and the messy kisses Harry pressed to her neck. "That's it, angel. Such a good girl for daddy, aren't you?" 

He knew his question would go unanswered, but Harry didn't mind as he tightened his arm around her waist, the bed underneath his hold cushioning his bicep as he tugged her flush against his chest. (Y/N)'s hands that fisted his shirt had a grip that he swore could tear at the fabric if he pushed her hard enough, but whatever she needed from him in that moment—even if it was a shred of his shirt—it was hers to have. 

As she ground her hips into his thigh, finding a rhythm that stole her breath and wound her stomach tight, Harry traced his free hand over her form. Starting at the curve of her throat, he touched at the ledge of her collarbones, tracing the line with his thumb before dropping further down to the mounds of her breasts. Through her borrowed shirt (his of course, that she stole from his closet for their impromptu sleepover), he felt the peak of her nipples under the fabric. Her chest heaved under his hands as he brushed the pads of his finger over the bud, back arching as if to the curve of her body into his hand. As much as Harry wanted to linger over her breasts, he knew she needed him more elsewhere. 

Following the line of her body, the dip of her waist and the flare of her hip, he settled his hand over the her soft thigh, the one that was hitched over his own as she worked herself into a tizzy. The chipping black of his nail polish gleamed over the full of her thigh, his fingertips denting into the flesh as he held her. The hem of her top was brushed aside as Harry pushed his way underneath, the fabric catching on his wrist as he grazed her bare skin until he hit the waist of her panties. 

With nothing more than a tiny, white cotton thong covering her center, Harry took his time tracing over the fabric in brushes of his fingertips. Her skin was warm with every touch he granted to her body, her tummy jumping when he dared to tickle over the soft skin just above the waist of her underwear. Each stilted breath she let out, Harry could feel as he kissed over the column of her throat. 

"Want me to touch you, angel?" he murmured against her skin, the tip of his nose skimming the line of her jaw. 

"Pl-Please," she panted, nodding her head with clumsy jerks. 

With a smug smile working its way over his lips, Harry told her, "You've got to settle down for me then, yeah? Let me get m'hand in your panties, then y'can squirm for me." 

When her clumsy rhythm came to a stop, Harry praised her with a kiss to her cheek, a murmuring of how good of a girl she was for him while his fingertips plucked at the delicate material of her underwear. Bypassing the tiny bow embedded at the top, Harry slid his hand underneath the fabric. With that first dip he was met with her budding clit and slick wetness seeping over her slit. Her underwear clung to her form as he pried his hand in-between, taking on the job of nudging over her clit in tender presses while his thigh became nothing more than a wedge to keep her legs parted for him.

At the first graze of his touch over her core, (Y/N) let out a shuddering sigh, her body all but melting into his hold. Soft slick noises sounded from between her legs as he ran his finger through her slit in a teasing run. He felt a little too satisfied that all it took was some kissing with her on his lap to get her so riled up before he even dared to wedge his thigh between her legs. She was so sensitive for him. 

"Baby," he cooed to her, stamping his lips over her cheek as he played with her clit in dizzying circles, "You're so wet for me, I can hear it." 

Burying her face in his neck, (Y/N) clutched his shirt tightly in her grip as she hid. "Sorry," she peeped against his throat. 

"Don't be sorry for that, silly," he told her, a lopsided grin taking his features as he played with her, "I love how wet y'get for me; so fucking sexy, you know that?" 

What a sweetheart, she was, thinking she needed to apologize for being so wet for him he could slip inside without any resistance. His arm rounding her form tightened as he held her to him, her chest pressed to him with each stuttered breath she took in. He swore he could even feel the whispers of her lips against his neck as she mouthed out calls for her daddy. 

The cotton of her panties was tight around his hand as he played with her, slicking her wetness all over her with nudges to her clit and prods at her weepy hole he tasted just this morning. He could feel her contract around nothing every time he dared to get close to her opening, the same way she clenched around his tongue before he sent her off to her art history class after their morning in bed. She was always so tight, even just around his tongue when he managed to slip it inside. It made his cock ache just thinking about someday being inside her. 

Smearing his thumb over her clit and earning a breathy moan from (Y/N) that melted against his skin, Harry found himself getting lost in the idea of truly feeling her for the first time. Her snug walls hugging him as he split her open for the first time, the way she would flutter around him with her breathless moans sounding like music to his ears. He would be able to feel every shudder that ran down her spine, the tightening of her tummy before it became too much and she couldn't help but release around him. Harry loved eating her out—he would do it for hours on end if he thought his angel could handle it—but there was something to be said about the feel of her coming around him as opposed to on his face that he ached to experience. 

Hugging her close, Harry dared to edge his finger down her slit, his palm pressed to her clit. The pad of his middle finger prodded at her fluttery opening, fitting just the very tip inside for a breath before he pulled away and instead traced over the hole. (Y/N) stiffened as he did so, her spine straightening under his palm, her chest expanding with an intake of air fast enough Harry felt the rush against his skin.

His brow pinched at her reaction, not having expected her to get so stiff at the small intrusion. He hadn't wanted to make her uncomfortable. 

Worried he'd scared her, Harry ran his hand over her back in soothing runs. "Sorry, baby, jus' wanted to see something. Won't do it again, alright?" 

A beat passed as Harry slowed his playing with her, giving her a moment to recover and think clearly incase she wanted him to stop for the night. Instead, he was granted with a quiet whine into his neck before a "Why not?" peeped through her lips. 

Pulling his hand from her panties, Harry settled his palm on her hip. Loosening his hold around her waist, he pulled back just enough to get a look at her face. Unpeeling herself from her hiding spot in his neck, (Y/N) looked at him with glossy eyes and tangled lashes, lips swollen and spit-slicked. 

"Wh-Why'd you stop, daddy?" she questioned, eyes dreamy as she took him.

A soft smile worked its way on his lips as he gazed down at her, but he urged himself to stay serious. As much as he wanted to sink into a kiss with her, he needed to talk to her first before they kept going. No matter what he wanted, communication came first when he did anything with his angel.

"Jus' needed to talk to you for a second, angel. Is that alright?" 

(Y/N) gave him a small nod of her head, her pretty eyes dropping to his chin as he avoided his gaze. "Is it about what you tried before we stopped?" 

"It is, yeah," he crooned to her, waiting for her gaze to flick up and match his own before he continued. As soon as he caught sight of her blown pupils, he gave her an encouraging smile. "I thought I scared you, baby, that's why I said I wouldn't try it again. But, it sounded like y'didn't want me to stop." 

At the avenue of conversation he opened up, (Y/N)'s gaze fell from his again, settling on the sliver of his lip ring. He gave her a moment before he gave a squeeze to her hip to grab her attention. 

Her gaze had mellowed some when he saw them again, the frame of her lashes only doing so much to brighten her eyes as she looked up at him. "I'm sorry," she started, her hands on his chest loosening the grip on his top and smoothing the wrinkles she caused, "If you don't want to try again, you don't have to. You didn't scare me when you did it, I just wasn't expecting it. It—I"—(Y/N) stumbled over her words, floundering with a pinch in her brow—"I kind of liked it, I think, but if you didn't, its okay. You don't have to do it again." 

Sometimes Harry worried she was going to break his heart when she talked like that. His sweet, shy girl that worried endlessly about what he wanted despite the fact she still had to learn what her own body responded to. He could take care of himself just fine, but he liked knowing she was there constantly thinking about him the same way he thought about her. 

"Yeah? Y'liked it?" he pressed, ducking his head and finally indulging in a press of his lips against the corner of her mouth, "Liked when I put m'finger in a little?" 

"Mhm," she sighed, turning her head just so that she caught his lips in a kiss. The contact was indulging as he slotted his lips between hers and chanced a trace of his tongue over her bottom lip. She tasted just as sweet as the cranberry juice she sipped on during dinner, every sweep of his tongue over her own giving him another heady taste of his lover. 

"Want me to do it again?" he asked against her parted lips, "See if y'really like it?" 

"Please," was her proper response, "I want you so bad." 

"I know, I know," he crooned to her, his hand on her hip sliding over her skin before slipping under the familiar cotton of her panties, "Was so mean to you, taking m'hand out of your panties. Don't want to be mean to y'anymore, angel, jus' wanna make y'happy and cum for me. Can y'do that?" 

"Uh-huh, uh-huh," she breathed against his lips, her hands on his chest drifting up until she cupped his jaw on either side of his face. The tips of her fingers breached the baby curls bordering his hairline as she held him steady before her, keeping her lips pressed to his own in the familiar contact she craved from him. 

"Promise to tell me if 's too much, angel." 

"I will, I will—I promise," she rushed out, parting her legs further as Harry fit his palm over her clit and traced his fingers through her slit. 

Her gasps and coos mixed perfectly with the sound of her slick parting around Harry's fingers, the pearl of her clit given a gentle treatment with the rolls of his palm. Just like before, he traced his fingers over her opening, reveling in every flutter of her walls he could feel as he did so. 

Fitting the tip of his finger in again, he took his time as he sunk it in up to the first knuckle. A shuddering sigh made its way out of (Y/N)'s throat, her spine stiffening against just as she did the first time. Harry stalled where he was, wiggling his finger just enough for her to feel it, test if she really wanted him to continue. 

"M-More," she stuttered against his kiss, "Please, daddy." 

"'S alright, angel, 'm right here," he soothed her, fighting through the tight resistance that greeted him as he slid his middle finger deeper inside, "'M gonna give y'what y'want, don't worry." 

It wasn't until he bottomed out, with the full length of his middle finger wrapped in her warmth up to the knuckle that her body grew lax again. He waited as she melted into his chest, her breathing coming in deep breaths as she sunk into the pillow cushioning her head. Her hands stationed on his jaw slid down his body until she was back where she started with her palms flat against his chest, though this time she made her way under the fabric of his half-buttoned top and touched at his bare skin. Her fingertips dented into his tattooed skin with every roll of her clit he gave from his palm, allowing her time to get used to the feeling of him being inside her. 

"Still like it, angel?" he questioned, dropping his head to kiss at her chin as her eyes fluttered closed. Her hair was a messy halo on the pillow, matching the dewy sheen that began to collect on the height of her cheeks and the warm puffs of air that made their way out of her mouth.

"Uh-huh," she breathed, craning her neck to allow Harry more room to kiss over her skin and trace the curve of her throat with his tongue, "Ple-Please move." 

"Yeah?" His satisfied smile was stamped against her skin as he listened to her breathless request. What a good girl she was, telling him just what she wanted—with a please, too. 

Before she could whine out anymore, Harry retracted his finger just right to brush against the spongy soft spot by her opening, a touch that had her squirming in his hold. Stroking through her wetness, Harry began to thrust his finger in and out in a rhythm he could only hope to have held when he ate her out with his tongue. He could reach angles in her he was just learning made her tummy jump or her eyes squeeze shut; touch her farther walls that had her fluttering and whining around him, aching for him to keep going and keep giving her what she needed. Just as he had daydreamed about, despite how snug and tight she was, every thrust of his finger opened her up until he was welcomed in with slick noises and her wetness beginning to pool at his knuckle. 

"Daddy!" she whined when he gave a particularly dragging skim of his finger over her soft spot, her chest arching with her head thrown back. 

With his teeth skating over the ledge of her collarbones, Harry couldn't hold back the smug grin that fit itself over his features. It never got old hearing her call him that; the prettiest voice in the world saying his favorite name. 

"'M here, baby," he reassured her, taking his lips down to the neckline of her top, "I've got you."

The scoop cut was large enough he got to taste the expanse of her décolletage before the soft tops of her breasts were concealed by the worn, grey material. The covering didn't stop him as he worked his way lower, kissing her through her borrowed shirt until he fit his chin between her breasts. The length of his lashes brushed the fabric as he kissed over the swell of her breast, finding her peaked nipple budding through the material. Harry didn't hesitate to press his mouth to her nipple, kissing her through her shirt with her bud fit delicately between his lips. 

(Y/N) gasped as she arched her back, as if presenting her chest for more of his affection. With his hand flexing between her legs, the cotton panties cradling him tightly against her pussy, he didn't have it in him to care about the layer of material separating him from her bare skin when he peeked his tongue out to lick over her nipple. His kisses turned messy and wet over her chest, a damp patch growing and clinging to her peak as he licked her through her borrowed shirt. Between her legs, Harry got a front row seat to how this made her feel, every sucking fluttering of her walls proving just how much he was effecting her. 

His hand was soaked by the time he moved to her other breast, satisfied with the wet patch he was leaving behind with her nipple tight and hard underneath. She was close, he could feel it in the way she was squirming over his hand and arching into him. But, she wasn't close enough. 

Pulling away from her covered breast with a pop, the fabric already beginning to sport a wet spot in the shape of his kiss, Harry peered up at her through his lashes. Her pretty face was lost in the pleasure, tipped back with her mouth dropped in a gape and hair messy. She was close, but not close enough to make those noises he wasn't even sure she was aware she made when she was about to come; whiny breaths full of his name and title that seemed like her thoughts just falling from her lips. He needed to hear that, know that he was making her feel as good as he possibly could. He needed to make her cum—someone this pretty deserves every bit of pleasure he could give her. 

"Gonna give y'another finger, alright?" he crooned her to, softening his tone with a kiss pressed to the curve of her chest, "Think y'need a little more, don't you?" 

"Mhm," she whined, her hands on his chest skating over his skin as she grabbed for his shoulders with the ends of his curls becoming tangled in her grip, "Please, please, daddy. I'm so close." 

"I know y'are, darling. 'M gonna make y'cum, baby," he told her, dotting his lips over her chest as he focused his attention on maneuvering his index finger into the fold. 

In an attempt to distract her from what he was sure was going to be a bit of an uncomfortable stretch at first, he attached his lips to her nipple through her shirt again. He licked and kissed at the peak as he retracted his middle finger fully, only to add his index and slip back inside in a smooth motion. He palmed her clit as he met her snug walls, an even tighter fit now that there was more of him to split her open. Her breathing stuttered as he pushed in to the hilt, his palm growing more and more wet as he distracted her with his touch on her clit while he waited for her to adjust. 

One of (Y/N)'s hands she had on his shoulder drifted up into his hair, giving her something to grab onto while he kissed and licked at her chest in an attempt to combat the pinching feeling between her legs. The longer he stalled, the more squirmy she became, thighs aching to clench around his hand though the wedge of his own leg remained.

"What's wrong, angel?" he murmured, meeting her mouth with his in a calming kiss. 

"Please, please, please move," she begged him, her nose nudging against his as she hugged herself tight to his chest with an arm hooked around his neck with the other staying tangled in his hair. 

"I will, I will," he soothed her, drawing his mouth across her cheek, "'M sorry, angel, thought y'needed a minute." 

She shook her head, eyes squeezed shut. "No, no. I'm so close, please let me cum, daddy." 

Harry caught her lips in a kiss as he started stroking his fingers through her walls, not wanting to bother with any other response than giving her what she wanted. With her chest pressed against his, he could feel every stuttery breath filter through her lungs, the rhythm emulating that of her fluttering walls that urged him back in with every stroke back and press against her soft spot. Her hips shifted with every thrust, meeting him in clumsy rolls. 

It was when she pulled away from his kiss and started letting out those whiny gasps, that he knew she was only a second away from cumming for him. Her grip in his hair was tight, tugging at his scalp, but Harry liked the pinpricking pain, especially knowing that it was because of how good he was making her feel. 

"Gonna cum for me, angel?" he crooned her, his words being murmured against her parted lips. 

Only managing a nod of her head, (Y/N) panted against his mouth, their lips only touching now without a kiss to occupy them. Harry sped up his hand over her clit and his fingers in her pussy, his hold around her waist keeping her tight to him as she worked up to her high. Her chest heaved against his, the wet spots over her nipples brushing over his skin and subsequently dragging the material over her peaks. 

"Cum for daddy, baby. Make me happy."

It was that final encouragement that had her walls tightening around his fingers and thighs tensing around his hand, making it that much harder for him to move inside her despite the extra wetness that seeped around him. His knuckles were coated in her wetness as she gasped into his mouth, sobs of breath fanning across his skin as she came and came for him just like he wanted from her. 

"Good girl, angel, keep cumming for me," he murmured, smearing his palm over her clit as he coaxed her through her orgasm. 

"Daddy," she peeped, voice small as it mixed with the slick sound of her cum seeping out over his stroking fingers. "Thank you." 

That made Harry smile, tipping his chin to press his lips to hers no matter how clumsy the kiss was. "You're so cute, baby. Love you so much." 

Her hand in his hair unraveled the closer she came to joining him back on earth, her fluttering walls now resorting to only small aftershocks that had her gasping. As much as he wanted to keep playing with her, feel her warmth spread over his hand as he kept her cumming and cumming for him, he knew that wasn't a good idea for tonight. Instead, Harry slipped his hand out from her as soon as he figured the pleasure she once felt from his touch was turning into something painful, his slick palm settling over her hip. 

The first thing (Y/N) managed to say with a clear mind was, "I love you, too, H," just before she was reciprocating his kiss with a proper pucker of her lips. Harry's own stomach warmed at the sentiment. 

If there was something he loved more than hearing her whine and gasp for him, it was her sharing her love with him. He'd never loved anyone or anything the way he loved (Y/N), and it almost broke his heart from how full he felt whenever he was reminded that she felt the same way. (Though he was sure he loved her more, as per every cheesy argument he had with her over the subject). 

"Did so good for me, you know that?" he praised her, nudging his nose against hers in a puppy's kiss, "Tried something new tonight and y'were so brave and sweet for me. So proud of you, angel." 

Her breathing slowed to deep intakes as opposed to the shallow puffs she could only manage with his hand down her panties. "I didn't—I wasn't sure I was going to like that, but it felt really good, Harry. Thank you." 

A breathy laugh fell from his lips before he pressed his kiss to her cheek, denting into the soft skin with his love. "See, you're so brave, letting me try something on you even if y'were a little nervous." 

(Y/N) looped her arms around his neck before she shifted her legs, wrapping herself entirely around Harry. He didn't hesitate before reciprocating her hug, tucking his face into the crook of her neck as he allowed her to anchor herself to him. She still hadn't gotten used to the after feeling whenever he made her cum—that dizzy, brain rattling feeling as she tried to get her bearings and come back to the real world as her priorities shifted—and he wanted to give her every bit of support she needed to come down. 

His hand under her shirt ran a soothing path over her side, tracing the curve of her waist and the ladder of her ribs before heading back down to the flare of her hips. She grew more and more pliant the longer he soothed her, his rhythmic touches and cradling hold being enough to get his girl sleepy again (though that wasn't that hard of a job as he'd come to find out). 

"Tired, baby?" The only response he got back was a quiet hum of confirmation, her legs tangling further through his as she got comfortable—never once breaking their hug, of course. Before she could get too comfortable, Harry began unraveling himself from her hold, giving a kiss to her temple as she clung to him. "Go to sleep, angel, I'll be right back, okay?" 

"Where are you going?" she cried, her eyes blinking open with a wide set that matched the pout of her lips, "You're not supposed to leave." 

"I know," he crooned, giving her another kiss to the tip of her nose as he unlatched her arms around his neck, "but I need to go shower, and get y'some new panties for tonight." 

Her pout only deepened at his reasoning. "Do you really have to shower right now? I thought we were going to keep cuddling." 

"We will when 'm done, angel," he promised, standing to the full of his height as he got off the bed, "But I need to take care of myself before I have y'climbing all over me again." 

A cinch appeared between her brows, her next question budding on her lips just before she scanned her eyes down his form and stopped on the bulge at the front of his pants. Harry quirked a brow at her when she dared to match his eyes. 

"Oh." 

Dropping another kiss to the top of her head, Harry let out a short laugh. "Yeah 'oh', baby. 'M gonna be right back, promise it's not gonna take me long at all." 

With that, (Y/N)'s eyes glued to his back the whole way, Harry made his way to the bathroom with a smug smile on his lips.

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it was so fun to think back to the very beginning of their relationship w this one so I super hope everyone enjoyed it as much as I do:) thank u sm for reading and sorry for any mistakes! if you have any ideas or requests of your own please send them in !

[stargirlfics]

hello gorgeous friend, stopping by ask - what do you think Alfred’s love languages are (for both giving and receiving?) I always love your thots and ideas so much (and I hope your day has been good to you!! 💖)

Hi, J!! You are so sweet and I hope the day treats you well also! 💌 Love you sm!

Omg now as for love languages?! I loveee thinking about Alfred’s! To me he’s a character that has a lot of love to give under the surface and loves the people that he does with his whole heart so I have some thoughts about this let’s go

GIVING

Acts of Service

This one for sure. Alfred notices the little things and would quickly get accustomed to all your routine’s, finding that he doesn’t mind going out of his way to do things that make your daily life easier even if it’s something small. If he can take some of the stress and workload off you, he’s all about it and likes doing things for you so that you can focus on having time for yourself or just to have one less thing to do or worry about!

You know that he’s always someone you can count on to help you with a task or getting something done, he’s handy and likes to feel useful and it makes him happy to know you feel that he can help you with anything 💕

Physical Touch

This one is more unassuming for Alfred because he’s so polite and respectful outwardly, always the gentleman figure and very proper so one would think he wouldn’t have much of a thing for showing affection physically and he is more reserved with PDA but when it’s just you and him in the privacy of home, he is ALL OVER YOU and nobody can change my mind!

Alfred is a cuddler end of story. I really do think he would want to have you close to him a lot of the time. Lots of passing touches and kisses, lots of bids for connection and he simply can’t say no when you ask for a hug or for him to hold you for a bit 🥺 he likes to hold your hand and doesn’t even really notice just how much he reaches for you when you’re near, the domesticity of it is where it’s at for him

RECEIVING

Quality Time

I think is Alfred’s main love language. Maybe he always feels a little bit like he doesn’t ever get enough time with the people he cares about which is a circle that is so few to begin with so he really cherishes any time he gets to spend with loved ones.

It doesn’t matter what you’re doing or what’s going on, as long as you’re together and he gets to be next to you sharing space, he’s going to be happy. There’s a lot of things in his life he deems important and one of those things is prioritizing time to spend with you, it’s like he needs it especially when he’s having a busy week

Spending time with you is his way of winding down and decompressing. There’s so much comfort in this love language for him!

Words of Affirmation

I also think he likes a bit of this one also. He would probably say he’s not the best at talking or knowing what to say especially when it comes to relationships (these are silly old man self doubts though) so I think it would be a gentle reminder or source of comfort for him to receive words of affirmation from a partner.

He finds it to be an anchoring point for him, your opinions and encouragements, reassurances too are something he comes back to frequently and he just loves hearing nice things from you, it can really make his whole day!

Please the way I am so soft thinking about this now ahhh, thank you for asking this cause I loved exploring it! And thank you for always loving my ideas for him, my friend! 💓

[captainwholecake]

May I have a headcanon for Ace, Law and Luffy react to having a s/o who is a smart scientist???

a/n: Law would be into it tell me otherwise

warnings: Ace and Law being into it with no context given what so ever

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Portgas D. Ace

* someone please tell me where this is from exactly because it’s so fucking cute I love him 🥺🥺

This himbo of a man would absolutely be into it

He would think of it being fucking cool

Absolutely wil brag about how smart his s/o is too

Strongly into the lab coat

most likely would try to get his s/o test shit on him and they would be like NOO

like that child having a knife vine/meme type of bullshit

I imagine it would like dexters lab situation with dexters sister being ace and all

Probably be in the corner when his s/o is working on stuff

the small part of me who loves seeing this man sulk is in tears rn

Marco and Thatch definitely had to physically hold him back so he doesn’t bother his s/o a few times

Thatch would want some science action to see if would make his cooking *chef kiss* level like isn’t already

I believe he steals his s/o lab coats

Trafalgar Law

* y’all see that tiktok of someone saying every time they draw laws hands they want to you know to put c*m coming off his fingers and its to the CONNOR! military sounding audio or whatever ? Anyways

Couples who science together say together

HES A DOCTOR HE DOES HALF THAT SHIT ANYWAYS

Would still be really into it tho

Probably because I see him being really into trying to use him doctor shit on his s/o and it not working because you know but despite that he’s really into it for some reason

Law and s/o definitely joined forces for certain things like idk meds

he started wearing lab coats and shit because of them

AJDJEJD I’m imagining him talking to Rosie or some shit in this head going see what you did to me you bastard you got me

Penguin and Shachi definitely tease him for this

(Looks up shachi to make sure I spelled his correct) (sees what happened post wano 🫥🫥)

Bepo just confused and only ikkaku of all the other members knows whats up (SHES A QUEEN OKAY)

I genuinely don’t know what else to say OHHH

Do you think he would tell his s/o about his white lead disease

Monkey D. Luffy

* the moment I find where this is from its over for you bitches

this himbo but not the same level as his brother would think it would the coolest fucking thing in the world

LOOK AT ME AND TELL ME IM WRONG

Chopper and his s/o are besties no context needed

*loud banging fist on table* Do you think he would wrap his hands around his s/o’s waist or you know something like that and ask them everything but in a really polite way because he’s genuinely curious about it ????

I DIDNT PLAN TO SIMP FOR LUFFY IN THIS LISTEN TO ME ON THIS PLEASE

I feel like every one on the crew would be surprised expect for robin and jimbei (that reminds me I need to repost a reel I saw on insta related to my robinxfranky agenda)

Wears his s/os lab coats for fun (like wearing your s/os jacket you know)

AJDJD IMAGINE during the time Law was with them after punk hazard and hes sees Luffy wearing one and is majorly confused

He’d probably think he was going crazy then nami or someone explains to him the situation

I feel like I made Luffy’s more like Ace and Ace’s more like Luffy with how they would act

Uhh their brothers so it doesn’t matter

All around, mans would love his s/o and their profession for multitude of reasons

[dootznbootz]

Greetings, my dear Mads.

Would you be ever so generous and talk about your headcanons about Menelaus & Polites' relationship with Odysseus?

*cracks knuckles*

I think I should preface this and say that I'm ace/demisexual and that affects...everything. Both of these relationships are basically QPP. Forehead kisses, snuggles, just affectionate. (which I have Odysseus VERY strange with. He's very hot and cold. He's extremely affectionate with his family but Menelaus and Polites' are basically the only two whom Odysseus will not glare at if they put their hand on Odysseus' shoulder)

I'll do Odysseus and Polites first as they're shorter.

Mostly takes place during the Odyssey. And these two are friends. During the year at Circe's...yeah, Odysseus cries on Polites' shoulder multiple times. I have a plan for Circe's thing but that's darker and... YEAH. 🥺 Someday I will write it but yeah. Odysseus is NOT well. Nightmares...other thingsksdljf ds

I have many thoughts on the relationship that Odysseus and Menelaus have. I really love having vulnerable human moments and seeing the potential of Odysseus and Menelaus? GOLD MINE!

I think it's because they're kind of opposites yet UNDERSTAND EACH OTHER. Odysseus is a chatterbox and Menelaus is a man of few words. Menelaus is very honorable most of the time while Odysseus is...Odysseus. Odysseus tells stories while Menelaus gets straight to the point. They've been friends for a long time (They literally are each other's wingmen for my fics during the suitors of Helen. And Odysseus loves Menelaus' hugs.)

Odysseus is kind of a dick to EVERYONE during the Trojan war and that is a lot of the "I DON'T WANT TO BE HERE!!! I WANT TO GO HOME!! I MISS MY WIFE AND SON!!!" so he's an ass.

But with Menelaus? He can't be mad. BECAUSE THEY BOTH GET IT. They miss their wives. They miss their kids. And Odysseus is just like, "I can't be mad at you...I know that if it had been Penelope kidnapped, I would have done the same...Wanna go cry together?🥺"

They oftentimes will just...visit each other for a good cry. Holding each other and letting the other ramble about whatever they need. Resting foreheads together. Doing each other's hair. Simply CHILLING! THEY UNDERSTAND EACH OTHER EVEN THOUGH THEY'RE OPPOSITES 😭

Also I have this stupid image in my head that's like a crackfic

Rando: "Hey, How come Odysseus has never stolen from you/stabbed you/insulted you/set your stuff on fire?" Menelaus: "Odysseus? Him?! No! He's a trickster, yes. But he's not a bad man! I'd trust him with my life!" Odysseus: "Yeah! I'm such a fucking sweetheart!" *Someone's tent bursts into flames behind him, from Olive Oil Odysseus purposely set up to light shit on fire*

Idk if I'll get the chance to write this fic idea but I want it to be after Odysseus steals the Palladium. He's alone with Menelaus and "Hey...I saw Helen...She still loves you and she misses you... She says she's sorry."

And Poor Menelaus just breaks. He wants to know everything that happened. And Odysseus answers. Odysseus just holds him while he cries. Probably starts tearing up himself. And just fall asleep together. This has happened multiple times. They can be VULNERABLE with each other!!! Menelaus is one of the few men Odysseus wouldn't steal from or kill in his sleep! Plus it's canon that Menelaus gives the best hugs (I asked Homer. He told me. shush!)

Just....??? AAAAAAAAAAAA

I LOVE THEM!!!! THey are so soft while still being warriors and kings because they're mortal MEN. Who have so many feelings inside them both (especially during Trojan war) I LOVE IT!!!1ksldjf

[artful-aries]

Can I pretty please request headcanons on what Albedo, Arlecchino, and Zhongli are like when someone threatens their S/O? 🥺

For those requesting Arlecchino….I love u ahsjdjdk I never would have thought I would love writing about her as much as I do. I have a thing for writing crazy villains it seems

When You Are In Danger (Albedo, Arlecchino, Zhongli)

Albedo:

He is generally cautious, but he’s not a doomsday prepper either. He’s going to care about your safety and walk you home and ask about your general whereabouts, but he certainly doesn’t plan for you being put in extreme danger

The day you do go missing, he springs into action almost immediately, tossing aside his research in lieu of finding you as fast as possible

Ironically the situation makes him more willing to talk to others, going out of his way to ask the Knights of Favonious and even complete strangers to help him piece together your last known whereabouts so that he can find you

After enlisting some help in collecting information, Albedo manages to track you down to one of the domains in Mondstat; you were always curious by nature. It was something he loved about you, but in this case he wished you weren’t as inquisitive about the world around you like he was

When he finds you in the domain surrounded by hilichurls and mitachurls, Albedo goes cold

It’s like a switch flips in him, and he goes on autopilot as he annihilates everything that is threatening you

Once the threats are eliminated, it takes you saying his name to snap him out of his trance. Though his face showed no emotion, this incident made him acutely aware of how fragile life, your life, truly was. You could be taken away from him before he even knew you were gone

Upon this realization, he gently pulls you into his arms, holding you as though one tight squeeze might break you. He wouldn’t know what to do without you, and that scares him

Albedo then thoroughly checks you for any injuries. If you are uninjured, he breathes a sigh of relief and kisses the back of your hand. If you do have some scrapes or bruises, a small frown appears on his face as he patches you up, but you can see a complicated swirl of emotions in his eyes. A tender caress of his face or a kiss on his forehead will pull him out of his chaotic thoughts with a smile

He’s a little on edge after the incident, but he doesn’t become clingy. His only request is that if you want to explore any domains that you take him with you

Arlecchino:

It will be a cold day in hell before she lets you be in danger

She knows that being close to a Harbinger already breaks that stipulation, but she’s selfish and makes excuses for this fact. No one can keep you safe like she can

It’s almost a sense of pride for her, to be able to flaunt her love and have her enemies know there isn’t a damn thing they could do to touch you

Under the extremely rare circumstance that you are sent a vague threatening letter from a political adversary, Arlecchino will take the letter from your hands with a smile, telling you not to worry about such pointless hate mail

You never see a letter from that person again, or see that person again in general. It’s as though they never existed, and no one acknowledges them if you were to ask anyone about it

Deep down, you know Arlecchino had something to do with it, but you don’t have any proof. She is still doting and sweet on you as always, acting as though you never received the threatening letter to begin with

Not bringing up the situation is the best choice; there are some things about Arlecchino that you would rather not know about, and that she will kill to keep you from knowing

If you make the mistake choice of asking Arlecchino what happened with the letter situation, her mask will drop for a moment. She will stare at you intensely, her eyes digging into your soul before her mask is back up, a soft smile on her face

“Don’t worry about that, darling. You have nothing to worry about when you’re with me.”

Zhongli:

He is very interesting when you are put in danger, whether it’s getting captured by treasure hoarders or perhaps accidentally activating a ruin guard

Given that he is a former Archon, a lot of the threats that happen to you can be easily taken care of with a simple swing of his polearm

Zhongli is calm, cool, and collected when he finds out you are in danger, but he makes rescuing you his immediate priority

Typically, he’s going to find you before anything bad can happen to you; you’re under his careful watch at all times. Though he isn’t an archon anymore, he will still use his abilities to keep tabs on you, just to ensure your safety

On the off chance that you somehow manage to get hurt before he arrives, that’s when you’ll see the subtle shift in Zhongli’s demeanor

You find out very quickly why he is one of the Seven; when he puts his mind to it he can be ruthless and devastating in the heat of battle. You’ll get a mere taste of the violence he is capable of as the oldest Archon who fought in the Archon War

Once the threat has been handled, Zhongli looks at you apologetically as he makes sure that you are alright. He will be uncharacteristically quiet for a bit as he reflects on his behavior. No matter how he felt seeing you in danger, he should have reigned it in a little

He’ll apologize for frightening you, regardless if he even scared you in the first place. It’s a side of him that he had hoped to bury; there was enough blood on his hands to last a thousand lifetimes, and he didn’t want to taint yours with it

At your reassurance he will relax a bit, likely kissing the top of your head before he delves into a long winded lecture about how you need to be more careful. Just because he is an Archon doesn’t mean he wants you to be reckless and depend on him to save you every time

He’ll make you a nice warm cup of tea when he brings you home, and will discuss old war stories should you be curious enough to ask after his display of strength. While he never liked to linger on the past, he felt it was right for you to learn about who he was in the millennias before he met you

[cream-stew]

hii i’ve just discovered your blog and you write so beautifully omg ure on of my favs on here so i had to send a req

i would like to req a gn reader with a service dom thoma who could spend hours and hours with you sitting on his face and absolutely CANNOT keep his hands off of u during sex like they’ll either always be on the curve of your hips or he’ll so politely ask to hold your hands while he eats you out 🥰🥰 and praise kink too please 🤭

please take your time no hurry ,,, again your fics are so incredible have a gr8 day 🤗🤗

🔞 minors dni

warnings: afab reader, oral sex (reader receiving), vaginal sex, mentions of overstimulation and public sex, praise kink (thoma)

// note: 3 requests in one bc again I thought they fit well together, the other 2 are under the cut! I hope you guys like it, this was fun to write🤝

recently i’ve been thinking about thoma eating me (afab) out like i feel like the first time he’d do it he’d be a little unsure of what to do but then he gets extremely sloppy and messy with it… like his chin is soaked and he’s basically moaning and humping the bed while doing it

can I get a request where Thoma eats or fucks you while you read documents? Like reader is Ayaka's assistant heheh

he's always so sweet to you, and never leaves you unsatisfied in bed, but he feels like he's still not pampering you enough… he offers to eat you out, then, even tho he has to confess it's his first time doing so.

you tell him you don't mind at all, and you're honestly very excited to let him try it!

you lay back in bed and spread your legs for him, feeling your pussy already getting wet at the sight of him laying on his stomach in between your thighs, his face already so close to your clit.

he seems a lil nervous, mostly afraid of making a fool of himself, but you immediately start moaning when he parts your pussy lips and licks a stripe in between them, boosting his confidence. he gets more into it as he goes on, soon closing his eyes and losing himself as he alternates between sucking on your clit and moving back down to lick at your entrance.

his hands are firmly planted on your hips, keeping you still as you squirm and try to push your pussy higher against his face, but you're completely at his mercy as he eats you out like his life depends on it !!

you can barely stand to look down at him, with your slick gushing all over his chin and his own drool dripping on your pussy, you just know you'll cum way too quickly if you keep looking at him :( tho in the end, you cum quickly anyways…...... but he doesn't stop eating you out yet, he just doubles down on his efforts ! he's so into it that he's humping the mattress, whimpering and moaning against your pussy as he keeps licking all over you🥺

after that first time, he quickly becomes obsessed with eating you out, coaxing you into it every single time you two want to have sex, so by the time his cock is finally plunging into your loose pussy you're already overstimulated and fucked out, but you just can't deny him such a pleasurable reward.

he wants you to ride his face next, laying down on his back and urging you to kneel over him, and when you do it you immediately feel his tongue reaching into you, eagerly lapping up all your juices as he stimulates you so perfectly. you grip his hair as you start riding him for real, rubbing your pussy over his chin and mouth as you moan desperately, enjoying this new sensation.

his hands are on your thighs, but they soon move upwards to your waist, trying to make you ride his face even faster, and finally holding you still when he feels you cum, so you can't get away and stop him from cleaning up your juices with just his tongue.

"you're so good at this", you praise him breathlessly, "mmmn you always make me cum so quickly"

you can see he's blushing at the praise, and you pet his hair gently, looking down at him with a smile as he keeps slowly lapping at your pussy. "ahh, thoma, so good-!”, you repeat, looking behind your back to peek at his hard cock, already dripping precum. yeah, no way you can deny him when he acts like that!

maybe he’s getting a lil too obsessed with your taste tho, bc he soon starts cornering you in public just so he can drop to his knees and eat you out right then and there😥 you have a job to do, you really shouldn’t let him hang out with you while you’re proofreading paperwork for ayaka, he’s way too distracting !! but still… you can’t help but enjoy the way he strips you so frantically, so he can bend you over your desk and eat you out from behind, his hands harshly gripping your asscheeks as he plunges his tongue in and out of your wet pussy :(

the documents are quickly forgotten in your lust (and probably even ruined, given how he presses you down on the desk without a care) but you feel so good that you really can't complain. "yes thoma, mmn yes please", you babble, gripping at the edge of the desk, when he stands up and presses the fat head of his cock to your pussy lips.

he sinks inside and starts fucking you roughly, draping over your back to grab your hands and entwine your fingers together, kissing down the side of your throat as you keep praising him for making you feel so good.

[eternalfics]

Hello! How are you? I wanted to make a request if it dosent bothers you,about headcanons of genya,sanemi and yorichi with a s/o that has a personality like maxi from the novel under the oak tree,like,reader is a person with a speech disability, which has manifested in early childhood,reader stutters and has a difficult time communicating,due this has a very shy personality, partially due to the fact that has been abused by their father since childhood. Reader believes themself to be inferior to others, especially to beautyfull and smart people. Reader is left with the trauma that their father gave them and they flinches every time anyone raises their voice.

Reader was reinforced with the idea that was worthless and useless all their life, and has therefore carried this notion within even into adulthood and deeply resents for not being able to be as strong as wants to be, as thinks that nobody will ever want them and would they understand why.Reader is easily scared and rattled, is often anxious on how she will act and how others will perceive them, as is worried that people will see them as nothing but a lazy and useless stutterer. Reader is a very private person who rarely tells anyone about their past, and sees themselves and their abuse as shameful and they despises the thought of people seeing them as even more pitiful and weak.

reader also gets flustered easily, even discussing intimate moments with their partner when they are alone can cause them to blush uncontrollably.When someone manages to get their trust reader is a timid and kind person, is soft-spoken and polite to everyone who is kind to them and treat their partner with kindness and respect.

Im really sorry for writting a whole bible 😭 😭 😭

with a shy, abused reader !!

(gn! reader, reader is sanemi’s tsugoku in genya and sanemis)

warning: mentions of food, raising voice, fighting, weird pet names?

a/n: KYAAAABEUSBDI!! thank you for the request! I’ll do my best to serve your creative ideas 🫡 btw I’m good and if this took long sorry 😰 this is in second person!

characters: genya, sanemi

summary: how will they create a relationship? slowly? quickly? lets see :)

GENYA

He kinda learned the tough way when he learned you were were sensitive. 😨

Genya just gets it. You remind him of his siblings when he first got to know you, he likes it when you make effort to accompany him 🙃

But at the same time, he feels angry how could someone do this to a beautiful face like yours?

No one will hurt you again, and Genya will make sure he’ll be with you every step of the way of your life. (yandere? 😰)

Genya’s overprotective of you, he’s scared something or someone will hurt you. Even a small hello with Tanjiro, what if you slip? He can’t have that :(

Genya started slowly with affection such as love notes, holding hands (kinda) and headpats ohh how he loves headpats 🤭

He believes that you need ✨princess treatment✨ and those will be headpats and compliment

Headpats are a must for everything, they’re like his way of saying “Well done! I love you 🫶” so he pats you everytime you do anything right or cute

COMPLIMENTS MY GOSHH

He won’t hesitate to give anyone a big, fat slap on the face if they hurt his darling 😡

He did raise his voice at you one time for getting to curious, and asking about his childhood. This left you insecure and Genya actually comforted you and didn’t leave you to sulk in the corner like others did 🥺

One time he actually spoke his mind and asked you how many kids you want. 💀Which ended up in him having a tomato coloured s/o 🤕

“Maybe, they’ll have your hair colour :)”

Sanemi

Two words, Not. Good.

At first, he thought you were just a shy weirdo who didn’t know how to socialise 🤨

But then he got to know you slowly! Kinda like Genya but worse. 😀 Anyway, your first training session together was straightforward but awkward.

Your second was better, he soon understood your body language better than you. One time, he looked at your face just one time maybe he’ll get to see that face around more.. I MEAN!-

He thinks your as comforting as his mother, and underneath all that insecurity and fake happiness is a whole lot of fun like his siblings 😋 Not like he’ll ever tell you that.

Sanemi actually can cook really well! He just asks you to teach him, as he finds this as an act of intimacy. When you see his food is surprisingly good, you give him a questioning look and he shrugs it off and says “Your a good teacher” and he offers you some food. 🥙

The way you communicate to him is head tilting, looks, shrugs and all of that other stuff after finding out that he understands you. ❤️ So when you quietly stutter out to him that you love his scars, it means a lot to him and he quietly responds with a “Love you too, Dummy”

When you open up to him about your childhood, or how they beated you, he just nods and asks if you want to train.

he DOES NOT tolerate ANY disrespect, or any playful scaring. If he ends up with a tear - stained cheek s/o you bet there’s gonna be a white-haired person barking outside your window 😶

“If anyone disrespects you, you come straight to me or you kick them in the balls. Got it?”

Overall, they both love you ❤️ (Sorryy there’s no Yorichii!