#honestly I was still feeling so warm and fuzzy and happy!

[s0dium]

I need you

Synopsis: Choso needs to fuck you despite the fact that you are Yuuji's babysitter.

Warnings: Desperate sex, rough sex

Visual link: xxxxx

Choso thinks you are an angel.

Honestly.

He marvels at how you always help his family out by babysitting his little brother Yuji, even if it's late at night. Your kindness shines through in every action, and he can't help but notice how your eyes glow like an angel's, your skin seems so soft, and your voice carries a soothing, gentle tone. It's not just what you do; it's the way you do it, with such grace and beauty, that makes him believe you truly are a blessing to his family.

So that is why he must do this.

His touches are relentless, drawing you into his room the moment Yuuji is asleep. You can barely even get a word in before his bigger hands are under your shirt, exploring the warmth of your skin, a desperate longing evident in each caress. You want to tell him to slow down, to truly connect beyond the frantic urgency. But your words dissolve into breathless whispers as you meet his dark tired eyes that are practically begging for you, begging to be with you, begging to feel you.

"I like kissing you." He murmurs against your lips. "I like you. I like you so much, you are so pretty. I like and love you."

You let yourself fall into his touch and Choso captures your mouth with his, a deep, enveloping kiss that makes you moan and whine for more. As he gently removes your tank top and shorts, leaving you in your bra and underwear and he devotes attention to every inch of your skin, delivering tender nips, soft sucks, and gentle bites.

"Perfect." He mumbles under his breath, burying his nose into the crook of your neck to pepper the delicate skin with soft kisses. "Fuck, you are so perfect, baby."

Your mind grows fuzzy at his words and you let out a sharp gasp when you feel him pull the hem of your underwear down your legs.

"Jump," he commands softly, his voice a low rumble that reverberates through you. Without hesitation, you leap up and in one fluid motion, he lifts you up. Your legs instinctively wrap around his waist, securing you against him as he presses you against the wall. Your fingers find their way into his black hair tied up in buns long, tugging gently at the strands, anchoring yourself to him as his kisses deepen. You don't even notice that he has lowered his pants until you feel the hard pressure against your tight hole, making you instinctively squirm away.

"Stay still f'me ok baby?" Choso groans, peppering kisses along your jaw while he aligns himself with you. Without warning, he thrusts into you, the sudden friction and collision with your G-spot knocking the wind out of your lungs. It's as if every fiber of your being is tuned to this moment, each caress and sensation amplifying the pleasure that surges through you. You feel a soft shiver start at the base of your spine, traveling upward, making your skin tingle with exquisite delight. Ticklish pleasure courses through your veins and you immediately throw your head back against the wall as Choso thrusts into you.

"Hnghh, s-so good~~" You whine. It was dizzying, the grith of his dick digging itself against your g-spot, the euphoria of him fitting snuggly against walls with every thrust. The friction is incredible and it made pain quickly turn into pleasure. The tightness of your cunt has Choso gasping for breath, the grip on your hips almost bruising as he tries to keep himself from spilling inside of you right here and now.

"I can feel you baby, sh-shit, I can feel you doing it to me." Choso is not a whining man but here he is falling apart at the warmth of your cunt. God you were heaven, he thinks he would be eternally happy if he could just spend all his time inside of you, feeling you squeeze around him, smelling the intoxicating scent of your shampoo. He uses you like his personal cock sleeve, thrusting up into your warm cunt with such vigor that it shapes your insides and bruises your cervix until your entire body jolts with sensitivity.

For a moment, he slows down, leaning down to the space between you and letting a glob of thick spit drop onto your clit. He moves side to side, opening up your folds and rubbing your clit. You cry from the pleasure and Choso's Adam apple bobs as he groans as well.

He's close, and he knows you are too.

He is glaring at you with hooded eyes, watching the expressions of pleasure you make intently. Choso is caught in some sort of trance, like even though he is fucking you, he is powerless to you.

Your mind begins to drift, losing itself in the intensity of the experience of Choso fucking you. Time seems to blur, and the world around you fades, leaving only the profound connection between you and the pleasure you're immersed in. Each moment stretches and deepens, and you're carried away by the ebb and flow of sensations. Your body responds instinctively, arching off the wall and lifting your hips to meet Choso's thrusts, seeking more, craving the next wave of ecstasy. The pleasure builds and builds, a crescendo that fills you to the brim. It's a symphony of sensation, a dance of pure, unadulterated joy that leaves you breathless and yearning.

And then, in a glorious, breathtaking instant, it peaks. The world seems to explode in a kaleidoscope of bliss, and you are utterly consumed by it. Your heart races, your breath catches, and for a moment, you are weightless, suspended in a universe of pure pleasure.

Luckily for you, Choso is right there with you. His mind dips into a ocean of pleasure and before he can put a stop to it, he is spilling load upon loads of himself in you.

Damn it, he should've done this sooner.

[jobean12-blog]

Life is Good

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x female reader

Word Count: 999

Summary: Bucky loves to take care of you even if it means he has to get out of the the warm and cozy bed but he'll be keeping it warm for when you get home.

Author's Note: My sweet friend @sgt-seabass shared this absolutely lovely and adorable tik tok with me and just made me think of this softness with Bucky and Alpine. Thank you love! And thank you all so much for reading! Much love always! ❤️❤️❤️Divider by the lovely @firefly-graphics thank you Daisy!🥰

Warnings: soft sweet fluff and warm and fuzzy 😁

“You don’t have to bring me to work Buck. Stay in bed!”

Alpine meows in agreement and stretches himself out in the warm spot Bucky just vacated.

“Nah doll face. I’ll take you. I don’t want you going out in this alone.”

You stare at him as he sits sleepily on the edge of the bed and yawns, the backdrop of the neighboring buildings obscured by the flakes of snow fluttering wildly outside but doing little to distract from his perfection.

“Bucky.”

“Doll.”

He gives you a lopsided smile and crooks his finger at you before patting his thigh.

You walk between his legs and sit, curling against his bare chest, still warm from sleep.

“Just need a hug before we go.”

You hum happily into his skin with a soft inhale.

“I should call out…”

“You should.”

“But I have to get this project done.”

“I know baby doll.”

“Alpine?” you ask and peek over Bucky’s shoulder at the white fluff sprawled out on the bed.

The cat doesn’t even lift his head up.

“We all know his answer,” Bucky chuckles. “He’d stay in bed all day.”

You place a soft kiss to Bucky’s neck and nuzzle closer.

“Honestly. Hugs were the best and worst idea. I do not want to get up,” he says. “Ever again.”  

“Yeah, I know. Now I’m extra comfy and in my happy place.”

You feel the satisfied rumble that moves through his chest before he presses his thumb under your chin and tilts your face up to capture your lips in a toe-curling kiss.

“Bucky,” you murmur against his mouth.

“Uh huh, I know,” he sighs, kissing you again before he gently sets you down on the bed.

“Gimme five to wash up and change and we’ll go.”

Once Bucky is dressed he appears in the living room and looks you over.

“Do you have everything you need?” he asks.

“Yup!”

He crowds your space and pulls your hat down over your ears before tightening your scarf.

“Lunch?”

“Yes Bucky,” you answer sweetly and pat your bag.

“Snacks?”

He then pulls your gloves from your jacket pockets and motions for your hands.

“Of course,” you reply.

When he has your gloves secured he gives you one more check and nods approvingly.

“Ok, let’s go.”

He gets himself dressed, of course with fewer accessories than you, and holds the door open while reaching out for your hand.

“Bye Alpine,” you yell.

Bucky walks you to the train station, takes the train with you and then walks you to your building before kissing you until you’re overheating. He watches you get inside and waves through the large glass panes until you disappear into the elevator.

The day flies by thanks to all that you have to do but you’re productive and manage to finish early. With excited steps you walk toward the elevator, contemplating calling Bucky to let him know you’re leaving. He insisted on coming back to get you and take you home but you want to surprise him and decide you can make it home just fine on your own.

Your trip back is uneventful and when you reach the door to your apartment you can already smell the familiar aroma of your favorite comfort meal. With a smile you unlock the door and walk inside, softly calling Bucky’s name.

When he doesn’t answer you toe off your shoes and whip off all your warm weather garments then walk to the crock pot on the counter and lift the lid, inhaling with contentment.

The bedroom door is wide open and as you get closer you can see Bucky’s bare foot dangling off the edge of the bed. You inch closer with quiet steps and find him laid out on top of the comforter in nothing but his black boxers.

The curtains that normally cover the large window next to the bed are pushed haphazardly aside, allowing the soft brightness of the snow to bathe the room in a white glow. Everything you can see outside is lined with a neat new edge of dazzling crystals.

As pretty as it all is your eyes quickly move back to the bed and Bucky.

His metal hand is curled around your pillow and his face is smushed into it. Alpine is laying in the small space between Bucky’s bent leg and his arm with all four legs straight out and his furry belly gently rising and falling with his even breathing.

You stare for a few moments before taking your phone out and snapping a photo.

“New lock screen?” Bucky mumbles as he slowly shifts and opens his eyes.

“Definitely,” you giggle.

“How come you didn’t call me doll?”

His voice is stern even though his face is half hidden in your pillow.

“I was done early and wanted to surprise you…surprise!”

He grumbles something about ‘next time you better call because blah blah’ and trails off.

“Get over here doll.”

“That’s my pillow,” you tease.

“Smells so good,” he murmurs with one last nuzzle before holding out his arms and making grabby hands.

You curl into him and after several kisses you ask, “did you fall asleep reading again?”

“Yeah,” he whispers. “I got the food in the crock pot, had a snack or two then decided to read while I waited for you to call and well…”

“Thank you for cooking. It smells so good.”

“Of course baby doll. It’ll be ready soon.”

“Mm. I don’t want to get up yet.”

“Me either.”

“Meow.”

Alpine stretches and presses himself closer into Bucky while lightly kneading the comforter.

“Hi furball,” you giggle. “Did you help daddy cook?”

Bucky scoffs playfully and tugs you closer into his embrace.

“He’s been in the same spot since you left!”

“He’s living the life!” you muse.

Bucky slides his face closer to yours and holds your gaze while he delicately traces a finger along the curve of your jaw.

“It’s the best life,” he murmurs against your lips.

@lizette50 @buckysdollforlife @randomfandompenguin @blackwidownat2814 @goldylions @kmc1989 @haileygarciasunshine

[squiddy-god]

If asks are still open can I request savanaclaw with a bf who is quite literally a golden retriever? (Their a golden retriever beastmen) make it nsfw if you want but that's up to you.

I decided to keep this as cute and fluffy but i really like the idea, i was torn between having reader be a member of savanaclaw  or themes till being the ramshackle prefect who happened to come from a world with similar beastmen. I left it ambiguous but yeah ♥︎REQUESTS OPEN♥︎ cw : none, fluffy, male reader!,

Leona 

At first he thought you were an annoying dog because like, cats and dogs haha

But he warms up to you, his silly puppy

The real grumpy x sunshine trope over here, honestly you can be a bit rambunctious sometimes but he just wants to cuddle 

You seem to just have a 6th sense for finding where he is lol like you can just automatically know where he is 

Will never admit it but the happy look in your eyes when he calls you a good boy for doing anything kinda makes him feel warm and fuzzy inside

Same with when he sees your tail wag when you see him 

You can pry that from his cold dead hands tho

He really values the loyalty that you have 

He is not immune to puppy dog eyes so use that info however you want 

Claims that cuddling when you let him scratch behind your ears helps him sleep better, he's a dirty liar and just wants to pet you 

Has never gotten used to you basically pouncing on him when hes napping but makes you pay in cuddles so its fine

Thinks its really cute if you do the thing dogs do when they sleep and chase things in their dreams 

He calls you “puppy” and “mutt” affectionately but if anyone else was to call you either he will be having words (read : hands) with them. 

Ruggie 

He loves this actually 

He ends up roping you into all of his schemes because you two always seem to be together, where one of you is the other is close behind 

He loves how sweet you are, and he often makes you food as a little treat

I think he would like having little matching charms, his being a golden retriever cham and yours being a hyena because obviously 

Favorite activity is flopping your ears because you are too adorable really 

He loves when you get all excited and run up to him and almost tackle him with a hug 

Yapper x yapper 

Teaches you the true ways of the puppy eyes so that you and him can tag team leona lmao because again he is not immune to puppy eyes

You become his little helper for everything and he loves rewarding you with treats and cuddles because you are in fact his goodest boy 

I think his nickname for you would be goldie because ya know golden retriever 

Jack

The two goddess boys 

He thinks you are so cute because he is a wolf beastman and you are just a doggy lol, 

He would never admit that but its super obvious with the way his tail is wagging furiously 

Its cute because when you two hug or kiss both of your tails are going absolutely bonkers 

I think he likes to play wrestle like dogs do, but the whole time hes trying to be gentle because again he's a whole wolf lmao 

Can't hold your hand without his tail going nuts because he sees your tail going nuts and he gets embarrassed 

Another one where you can tackle him with a hug, but unlike ruggie he will just catch you lmao 

If you try to be intimidating he secretly thinks its also cute because he really sees you as too cute

[nofingjustaninchident]

⛧° sleepy nights - hoo boys

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content: percy jackson, jason grace, leo valdez, frank zhang, luke castellan, charles beckendorf x reader - hcs on how they’d sleep with you

warnings: luke and charlie are 19

a/n: SHE’S BAAAACKK!! i’m finally not sick anymore (very questionable, but i’m definitely better) so i’m back to writing! at least i hope so. you can send your requests, preferably of not so long stuff cause i already have 5 super long drafts lol

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now playing… sweater weather - the neighborhood

Percy Jackson

i honestly believe that he’s an awesome cuddler.

like, i just know that he likes to be the big spoon and wrap his arms around your waist and never EVER let go.

he’d totally lay his head on your shoulder and drool on it.

he plants a lot of tiny little kisses in your neck before you fall asleep.

i like to believe that he snores

but not like super loud snores and they’re not even annoying

its just super cute

and you feel so safe

he’s not super ripped, but he still has abs

so just leaning against them, warm in the night is just so soothing

he sleeps in two positions only, cuddling with you or as a starfish, with legs and arms thrown all over you and the bed

his body is naturally warm

not an uncommon warm, just normal warm

so sleeping with him is always good

whenever you sleep with him, he doesn’t want to get up to school/college the next day

he’s just too comfy to want to let go of you

and, subconsciously, he likes to trace patterns all over the exposed skin of your stomach

overall, a great person to sleep with

Jason Grace

my personal favorite for, uh, unrelated reasons

totally not because he’s literally my dream man no no

but hear me out, you won’t regret it

he’s canonically tall and muscular right

so just imagine resting against his delicious muscular chest and abs-

sorry i trailed off

ANYWAYS

he’s also a cuddler

but he’s kind of stiff in the beginning

like he’s completely touch starved

so he doesn’t really know how to act in situations like this

but the more you’re together the more he feels comfortable to cuddle and squeeze you

he loves to just pull you as close to himself as he can and bury his nose on your hair

because you just smell to good to not do that

he’s also a sweet talker

he just LOVES to whisper cute words in your ear as you’re about to fall asleep

and the first time he told you he loved you was one of these times

you were almost falling asleep in his arms and he just whispered “i love you”

you couldn’t even understand what happened until the next morning

anyways

he is the best person to sleep with

he absolutely loves when you just curl up in a ball beside him while he’s reading

he gets all fuzzy inside

he’s literally melting

he just loves you too much

Leo Valdez

look, don’t get me wrong, i love leo

but i don’t think he’d be the best cuddler in the world

for the simple reason that i think so

if u don’t like it just sush

BUT he absolutely loves to sleep on top of you with his head in your chest

i just know it

this is like super Leo Valdez of him

and you can’t tell me he doesn’t purr when you caress his hair

cause OF COURSE he does that

he’s the best person to sleep with in winter and fall, cause he keeps you warm and happy

but in the summer… not as good, i’ll have to admit

like, he’s too hot

in both senses of the word

so you just get overheated

not that you’re really complaining tho

it’s worth it

oh, and he LOVES to whisper words in spanish in your ear before sleep

if you can’t speak spanish, he’ll say… not so innocent things

our latino king fr fr

and if you can speak spanish he’ll just say how much you smell good or how pretty you are or how much he loves you-

not a cuddler, but a very good person to sleep with anyways

Frank Zhang

he’s tall and muscular

what more can i ask for my personal pillow?

oh, being a lowkey GENTLEMAN with every living being he interacts with

ok maybe that was a little bit out of context

but whatever

back to sleeping with him

if you want a best human pillow, you won’t find it

especially cause charlie died so-

i’m deeply sorry for that. not really.

he loves loves LOVES when you lay on top of him

it’s his favorite position ever

and he also loves when he can hold you

but not literally cuddle

just you laying with him, curled up against his chest but with your face to him, y’know?

i don’t know if it makes much sense

anyways

he likes to braid your hair while you’re falling asleep for you to sleep better

hazel taught him and he absolutely loves to do it in you

in the beginning of the relationship, you usually went to sleep with a dog or a cat

he was too nervous, okay? leave him alone

well, he got over it, thanks to you obviously

but sometimes he still sleeps as a dog

especially if you ask him to do it

he’ll be like “sure, if you want if” but deep down he loves it

it’s just too sooting for him when you curl up against him as a dog and pet his fur

its one of his favorite ways to sleep with you

Luke Castellan

oh, luke

i’ll never admit the uncommonly enormous crush i have on you

he’s just too hot

also i have a thing for blondes (hey jason and annabeth and a lot of other peopleee)

well, enough of me, let’s talk about this walking piece of MEAT

hehehe

he love love loves to sleep cuddled up with you

like, it’s his favorite thing in the world

the only problem (if you consider it a problem. i personally don’t) it’s because he has to sleep holding at least one of your tits

he says it makes him sleep better

technically it does, because his hands are cold and your boobs are warm

but it’s mostly because he really likes ‘em

he’s not gonna tell you that, tho

he loves when you lay on top of him and lets him caress your hair

bros seriously whipped

he’d be damned if you told him you want to sleep alone

he’ll literally become a whiny baby until you surrender

and if you don’t, the next morning he’ll be so grumpy

but that’s obviously until you give him a kiss

if the kiss doesn’t fix, another thing will

cuddles, duh

dirty mind

if you like to wake up early for morning walks, he’ll wake up and watch you get ready

but most likely never join you

Charles Beckendorf

best human pillow EVER

only god knows how much envy i felt from silena for real

he loves cuddling ofc

but it’s not his favorite way of sleeping

he’d rather much more hold you against his chest, arms and legs interlocked

because in that way he can hug, admire and kiss you anytime he wants to

i don’t know if this position makes sense help-

he loves to caress your hair and kiss your head in the process

it’s soothing for him and he knows it’s soothing for you

whenever he comes back from bunker nine super exhausted he just lays down and you hop beside him

and it’s heaven in his eyes

sometimes when things go wrong in a project he's working on he goes straight to your cabin and just stares at you

biggest puppy eyes in the world by the way

he just stares in a way like "please let me sleep here"

and who are you to say no am i right

he LOVES to snuzzle his face in your neck and breath in your scent

he just loves the way you smell

it's just too good to be true

can't take my eyes off of you

sorry i love 10 things i hate about you too much

your smell is one of his favorite things in the whole world

he's just so in love is sickening to anyone who's watching

anyways, cutie pie

a/n pt2: i'm sorry if charlie is short, but im too annoyed right now. i had to rewrite this shit five times because TUMBLR COULDNT SAVE THE FUCKING DRAFT HOLY SHIT- anyways hope u liked

[michverdun]

"Aww, you still have that old pic of me?"

I felt a large arm wrap around my shoulder and pull me closer to him on the couch. A comforting warmth pressed against my back, all of those muscles made him a living furnace. Honestly, it was odd he hadn't seen it earlier. It had been the home screen on my phone for years now.

"Of course, it was your first competition after we started dating. You were so happy." I smiled slightly remembering that moment. He was so excited it was infectious.

"Yeah, can't believe a guy that scrawny won the whole thing." He chuckled at his own joke. He was 100 pounds heavier than any other competitor then, but in the years since his growth hadn't slowed. It was at the point that they had to reinforce the stage if he was competing.

"Sucks that it's in black in white though, I love those sparkly rainbow posers. Remember how I almost got disqualified at that one too? The malfunction?" He said.

"Yeah." I could remember it clearly. He had a habit of buying posers a size too small, especially for someone so well endowed as him. Once he got a half-chub on stage, something very easy for a guy so in love with being so big, his posers were on the brink of snapping on-stage, showing off just how much he was packing. I honestly was a little hard in the moment, but I got him to size up a bit, just to make sure he wouldn't do that.

"I still have them, the small pair. They still fit, barely. I'm saving them for our wedding. Just gonna get a bowtie, a pair of nice shoes and that poser. Who needs a tux?" He said.

I froze, both out of imagining him in that outfit and in hearing what he said. It was the first time either of had mentioned anything about getting married. It gave me a warm, fuzzy feeling, knowing that he was imagining a future with me. I guess this was just his way of being sentimental.

[chrisevansonly]

𝑩𝒂𝒃𝒊𝒆𝒔 & 𝑩𝒖𝒃𝒃𝒍𝒆𝒔

ʚ harry styles x female reader

ʚ nothing will ever compare to bath time with your little one

ʚ no warnings just fluffy dad! harry:)

ʚ thank you to one of my anons for sending in a bunch of requests, this isn’t for harry’s angel just a cute little stand-alone of dadrry because we can never have enough, just a little fic for now, i still feel like my writing is shit🙃

The bathroom smelt like lavender and vanilla, bubbles coating the water softly as your baby girl lay in her bath chair, the warm water just barely covering her tummy. Aria smiled up at her dad, her eyes watching him curiously as he brought a cup of warm water up and let it cascade over her.

“you like the warm water don’t you petal?”

Harry was sure Aria could understand him at this point, even if he knew she couldn’t, nothing would convince him otherwise. Bath time had been a ritual between the father an daughter since she was born, you were more than happy to watch them, sat comfortably along the side of the tub.

“yeah, feels nice doesn’t it? nice and warm, you’re gonna smell so good”

Aria let out a few giggles as Harry scooped up some bubbles in his hands and blew them over her head, the smile never leaving her tiny face for a minute

“she is just the sweetest thing isn’t she?”

Turning to smile at you Harry nodded

“sweet as can be, can’t believe she’s all ours too…”

Humming in agreement you let yourself focus back on the now very squirmy baby in the bathtub, a spitting image of her dad in every way. The curls slowly starting to come out every day that passed by, his nose, his eyes, she was Harry’s twin.

“she might be getting cold H, i’ll grab her towel”

Getting up you walked to warmer on the far wall, her winnie the pooh towel hanging gently, nice and warm when you picked it up. Aria could help but flail her arms and let out a squeal of sorts seeing you come back, the noticeable yellow towel catching her eye

“alright darling, you go see mummy who will get you all nice and warm”

“come here my girl!”

Cooing softly at the wrinkly little girl you quickly placed her on your shoulder, wrapping the warm towel around her. Your hand rubbing her back as you began to bounce lightly, Aria was a great sleeper, and you knew after bath time it would have her out like a light.

“okay, let’s let daddy clean up and we’ll go pick some jammies..”

Harry pressed a kiss to your temple before you and your little one made it to her nursery, she’d just started sleeping on her own, which had been an adjustment but she was taking it like a champ, and honestly slept better without being in the same room as you and H.

“here we go angel, let’s put you in something nice and fuzzy”

Aria was comfortable on your shoulder, little noises escaping her every so often, your hands picked out a blue and lavender onesie with little clouds on on it, knowing it would keep her nice and warm throughout the night. It was a routine now, setting her down on the change table, gently rubbing cream into her delicate skin and getting her all bundled up for bedtime. Harry would find the two of you usually just as you were finishing up the snaps on her pyjama’s, his arms reaching for her so he could give her a bottle and read her a story.

“say thank you for getting me all ready for bed mummy, I feel so warm and smell so good”

A soft laugh escaped your lips as Harry wiggled her little arm gently, your lips kissing her forehead softly before giving Harry a much needed kiss

“you’re welcome my babies, i love you so much my aria girl, sleep well and mummy will see you in the morning.”

Standing up you took one last look at your husband and daughter before running a thumb across Harry’s cheek

“thank you for bath time tonight and for being the worlds best dad, we are so lucky to have you baby”

“i’d do anything for the two of you, always”

Tossing the pair one last smile you walked to turn off the big light in the room, switching on her night light and sound machine, leaving the room quietly. There was no one else in the world you’d ever want to experience this life with, and seeing Harry become a father, was one of the greatest moments in life.

He was a natural and he’d do anything for his girls.

[luciferlightbringer]

Love in a Hopeless Place

Chapter 3

You guys!!! Thank you so much for all of the love so far! I makes me so happy to see people liking the story so far. Here is Chapter 3! xoxo, Dany <3

Chapter 2|Chapter 3|Chapter 4|Updated through Chapter 12

Lucifer x prostitute fem!reader Word Count: 2.6k CW: Prostitution, Slowburn, mentions of panic, anxiety, depression, hurt/comfort, bullying, slight manipulation

The next morning, light started to drift through the curtains of Lucifer's room again, like they did every morning. But something about this morning felt... different.

Lucifer felt himself return to the waking world, and his eyes fluttered open and he felt... actually kind of awake, for once? Lucifer sat up with a bit of confusion, partly from how he felt and partly due to realizing he was still in his mostly unbuttoned shirt and trousers from the previous day. Looking around, he tried to remember what all had happened the night before.

Seeing his bowtie on the floor, hat on a random table, and his jacket hug up on the mirror, he remembered that something different had happened the night before, but it was fuzzy. Eventually his eyes caught sight of a small note card that was left on his bedside table. He picked it up and read it.

'Thank you for inviting me to share the evening with you, for all it's ups and downs. It was an honor. You are welcome to call on me again if you are ever in need of company of any sort. Best Wishes, (y/n)'

Upon reading your name, Lucifer started to remember scenes of interaction from the night before. His first view of you near the door, kissing your hand, walking you into his room, you on top of him in your lace lingerie, you beside his bed with eyes full of concern, you holding out your arms as he ran into your hug, and the comforting darkness of your embrace as tears ran down his face while he slipped into slumber.

'Oh my god... Did I just cry myself to sleep in her arms? I hired a prostitute and all I did was fall asleep in her arms? Crying?! How pathetic am I?' he thought to himself. He looked back down at your beautiful handwriting, the way the letters curved and twisted, a small heart over the i in "Wishes", and thought about how gentle your eyes had looked when he was in so much pain. Such warm and comforting eyes. How his mood had shifted, and on a dime, it seemed that so did yours when you could tell something was wrong. Was that real concern? Or were you just acting? Honestly, if it felt that good... did he really care which one it was?

For once, he felt like he had actually slept, that he was more alert, not perfect, but something had improved after the last night. That did not feel like a coincidence. Something about being with you last night make him feel better, and he wanted more. He wasn't sure about sexual intimacy at this point, since something about that had seemed to set him off, but the comfort was nice. Would she be willing to come over again just to comfort and hold him like that?

He read the note again, 'You are welcome to call on me again if you are ever in need of company of any sort.' Company of any sort. Any sort. Anyyyy sortttt... But what did she mean by that?! Did she mean like, 'I'm here for you no matter what! We can hang out, we can talk, you can cry, we can fuck, just whatever! I'm your gal!' or did she mean like 'I'm down for whatever, hot stuff~, wink wink, nudge nudge, *insert lude hand gestures here*'

Lucifer would spend much of the next hour thinking way to hard about that one line of text you had written, mumbling to himself as he took a shower, brushed his teeth, combed his hair, got dressed, and once he got a look at himself in the mirror.

"Mayyyybbeeee... I'm thinking way to hard about this and she is just, I don't know, wanting to give me whatever support I need. What do you think about that!" he said to his mirror-self dramatically. He stared at his reflection for a minute before deciding to agree with himself on his last statement.

"That's what I thought" he said smiling and nodding to the mirror version of himself. "Now onto the next question... how long do I wait before requesting her again without looking like a total fucking creepy loser."

That question... would consume him for the majority of the afternoon, only to be quickly interrupted by the realization that he never paid you for the night before, which briefly gave him something else to panic about.

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You on the other hand, woke up and started the day the same as you always had, in your tiny room that you had been renting over the brothel. Most of the other girls from the Lounge also lived there, it wasn't required but it was easier in some ways, mostly for the nights that you had so many clients throughout the day that your body hurt and you could barely move.

It was not so great most of the time, it was loud and cramped, smelled of drugs and cigarettes, you could often hear the sounds of sex from the Lounge below, and some of the girls would try to steal shit. To minimize that, you just tried not to have a lot in your apartment other than a bed, a couch, a small table with a tv, and one of the best safes in hell that you could get your hands on the would fit in your small space for your money. It wasn't much, but it worked.

As you got up and started on your morning routine, your thoughts drifted back to Lucifer from the previous night, and wondered how he was doing. You weren't used to thinking about clients after you were off the clock with them, but you also weren't used to watching them have a panic attack and then cry themself to sleep in your arms. Or you know, being the most powerful being in all of hell for that matter either.

Something about that felt, soft, and nice. It made you feel like you did something possibly worthwhile for once. Who knows if it made an impact on him, or if he would even remember or care about you once he woke up, but something in you prayed that it did. How odd it was to think about that you had not just comforted a normal demon, but the King of Hell, a former high ranking angel, someone who had probably seen God or the highest orders of Heaven. It almost felt like it shouldn't be possible for angels to cry, surely they were not meant to know such pain? And yet, here was one, full of pain and torment probably beyond your understanding. It made you sick just thinking about it.

But that was not for you to concern yourself with, who knows if you would ever see him again. Plus, you had today's clients to focus on. Another day, another dollar. 'Hey, hey, hey, fuck my life.'

You head downstairs to find Cynthhhhia waiting with a shit eating grin on her face once she sees you, giving you a sinister laugh. You roll your eyes.

"Tch. What's got you in such a good mood this morning?" you scoff.

"Larry's been looking for you. You're in trouble," she says with venom in her voice.

Your chest tightens. Oh shit. What could it be? Did you miss your day to clean the dressing rooms? Did Lucifer call and complain about something you did? Were you gonna get fired? You try not to show it on your face, but you do stop walking.

"Why do you say that?" you say, trying to hold an even tone.

Cynthhhhia laughs with a hiss, "Apparently, someone forgot to get a payment from a certain customer last night."

'Fuuuckkkkkk!'

God damn it. You were so focused on taking care of him through his panic attack, then he fell asleep, and you completely forgot to ask for your payment. It also didn't seem appropriate at the time. You could work with this though.

You just laughed and flipped your hair, Cynthhhhia's expression shifted to confusion.

"Ohhhh haha, well ya, I mean that happens sometimes when you just fuck someone so good that they pass out, right? I mean we have all been there," you say giving her a big grin. Cynthhhhia's face changes to her normally prissy annoyance.

"Oh! Have you never had that happen? Oh, well. You'll get there." you smugly walk past her as you pat her on the shoulder. Cythhhhia aggressively shrugs off your touch and hisses as you walk past her. "I'll just go find him now, thanks for the heads up girlypop. Kisses!"

Nailed it. You loved shutting that bitch up, but you always wish it didn't have to come to that. But she wasn't the only one who could play a mean girl, you were just smarter about it. Now to go find Larry and put on a good show for him too.

You put on a panicked look and start to run around the brothel, asking around for Larry. After a few minutes, you find him out in the lobby, chatting with some patrons. You make eye contact with him, give a relieved smile and run to him.

"Darling, there you are! I've been looking all over for you!" you exclaim with your biggest sweetest smile.

"Babydoll! Excuse me fellas, I'll be right back," the pig-man says as he moves past the group of men he was standing with to meet you half way across the room. "What's going on? I didn't see a payment from your customer last night, and that's not like you," he said with concern in his voice, but not like a genuine type of concern. It was the type of concern that you had come to know as 'You better be giving me a good reason as to why I didn't get my money.'

You pouted and tried to look flustered, "Oh, honey, I'm so sorry! I just had such a good time and we got so into such a rough and dirty night of kinky sex that, I accidently fucked him so hard that he passed out! I didn't know what to do, so I just came back home and hoped you would be able to help me figure it out. I'm really sorry for getting so carried away," you finish with a bat of your eyes.

Ugh, you hated your own fake, ditzy, whiny voice, but you knew Larry was a sucker for it, and it normally got you out of some uncomfortable situations. Larry's face morphed into a smile and he let out a boisterous laugh before giving you a pat on the shoulder.

"Aww that's my girl! You know what, he's a first timer. So I'll cut him some slack for today. If he doesn't get me a payment by tomorrow, I'll give him a call, give him a day to recover from the high. Hopefully I won't have to send the Sharks after him!" he gave you a nudge in the ribs and you laughed along with him.

You were thankful that he bought your story, but you hoped that this wasn't going to cause trouble for Lucifer. Larry was friends with some of the Loan Sharks, and sometimes he told stories about the aggressive lengths that they would go to in order to get their money back, or take out the people that didn't pay. But, it wasn't your fault that Lucifer had forgotten to pay. Plus, you did not anticipate how last night was going to go, and you don't normally ask for payments at the beginning of the first meeting, that felt tacky to you.

Luckily, your worries were extinguished a few hours later. After your first few clients of the day. Larry came to find you again with a big grin on his face.

"Well, looks like we didn't need to worry, Mr. 'Lance' night came through with payment and an apology for not remembering to pay last night," Larry boasted with a sharp grin.

You try to hold back your surprise, "Oh? Did he come in to drop it off?"

Larry waved a hand, "Naw, he sent some lackey of his, all snooty and fancy like 'I was sent on behalf of Lance to give you his payment for last night and an apology for not paying after the appointment last night due to being incapacitated. He promises that this will not be an issue with future appointments' blah blah blah" he laughed, dropping the mocking pompous tone he used to mock the "lackey".

You laughed along with him, but internally you were caught up on the last part about "future appointments", was that a paraphrase? Or did the messenger actually say that?

"Ah, so does it some like I've secured a new repeat customer?" you ask, trying not to sound too excited.

"Sounds like it! I asked if he had wanted to schedule for his next appointment, but his lackey didn't seem to know. Said he would probably be in touch at some point. Oh also, here is the tip he left for you," he smirked. Larry slid your tip into your hands and headed off to pester one of the other girls for something.

Your heart fluttered. Lucifer wanted to see you again, possibly, and that made you feel good. You normally didn't care what customers thought of you, but you thought it made sense that this was an exception. This was the King of Hell himself. Who knows how he will want to interact with you this next time around, but you figured you should be prepared for both possibilities of comforting and sexual intimacy. Not something you needed to figure out right at that moment.

You then looked down at the money in your hand, and your eyes went wide at the amount of money in your hands.

Wait, holy shit. What?!

The tipped amount that was in your hands was more than you had ever seen at one time. This was probably the same amount the you would usually get tipped in a week, let alone from one client.

You quickly tucked away the money under your arm and made your way up to your room to hide the money in your safe. You did not trust anyone except Larry knowing how much you would be making in tips from 'Lance' if this was going to be a regular thing. Especially, Cynthhhhia and her hoard of goons.

As you got to your room, closed the door, and started to count through the money, you smiled. He didn't need to tip you this much, you don't know why he did, but it made you feel good. You didn't feel fully comfortable seeing this as confirmation of any sort of building blocks of connection, but it didn't feel like it was a negative sign either.

You didn't hear anything else for a few days, but soon Larry notified you that 'Lance' had called again to meet with you, scheduled for a week after your first meeting at happened. Larry also relayed a message from 'Lance', requesting that he "really liked that thing you did at the end of the night, and would really like more of that if it was possible." You smiled and nodded.

Larry asked what it was you had done at the end of the night, you replied with only a finger up to your lips, a wink, and the statement, "A magician never reveals her secrets."

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Thank you again to all my new and returning readers and followers! I'm so happy I get to share this story with you all <3 Let me know if you want added to the taglistTaglist: @froggybich @wonderlandangelsposts @glowinthedarkbones1150 @marydragneell @crescent-z @superdinosaurnacho

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First date!

🐢💙❤️2003 TMNT x Reader💜🧡🐢

Word Count: 862

CW: Gender-neutral reader, referred to only as ‘you’, turtles my beloved, I am feeding you turtle fluff today. <3

🐢💙Leonardo💙🐢

💙 A first date with Leo would be pretty cozy, I’d think. He wishes he could take you out to a fancy restaurant like other men could, or even take you to a movie theater, ANYTHING so romantic, he wishes he could do. It really does make him feel so bad that he can’t provide you with romantic experiences like this, not unless he was disguised, but he can’t risk it either.

💙 But, you’re able to snap him out of it! You suggest a little stay-in date, and honestly, he wasn’t really aware what a stay-in date was, so you end up explaining all the things you two could do.

💙 That actually lifts his spirits a bit, and you reassuring him you didn’t need anything fancy and were happy just spending time with him made him feel so warm and fuzzy.

💙 The two of you would make dinner together when the brothers were out and Splinter was sitting in his room. The two of you had a romantic time, making spaghetti together and enjoying the meal… Soft touches, subtle flirting and sweet exchanges with one another, and the food was delicious too!

💙 After that, Leo would turn on Mikey’s stereo, playing some romantic music, then offering a hand. Once you take it, he’d pull you into a slow dance, your bodies pressed together in a warm embrace as you two would sway, his eyes staring into yours warmly. It was truly a cozy night.

🐢❤️Raphael❤️🐢

❤️ A first date with Raph would be pretty fun! He already knows what he wants to do, he’s had it planned out for months if you two ever did get together— Yeah, he’s daydreamed a lot the moment you’d possibly say yes.

❤️ He gets Donnie to make another helmet, just for you specifically. Once that’s done, the plan is set into motion. Raph approaches you and asks if you want to go somewhere special, and once you give him the yes he was waiting for, he takes you up to their garage.

❤️ He would take you for a ride on the Shell Cycle through the city and soon make it outside of the city to a nearby patch of grass with a blanket and even a picnic basket, (bro had this all set up).

❤️ The two of you would end up enjoying the sandwiches he made while admiring the stars, it was just the two of you, and it all felt so so right.

❤️ You guys ended up cuddling that night and sharing a few kisses before he had to bring you home. He was very grumpy about that fact. 💔

🐢💜Donatello💜🐢

💜 With Donnie, he wasn’t sure what to do for a first date. He’s not experienced in the romance department, (not like any of his brothers are either but), mostly because he’s always thought more about science than what it would be like to love another.

💜 Well, how about a small adventure? Not the most romantic, but it would still be fun! The two of you set off in the Battle Shell, picking up some fast food and stopping in an empty-ish parking lot to eat.

💜 After talking and eating, you two would set off again and find yourself at an old scrapyard that seemed pretty much abandoned! After Donnie would give you that look, you couldn’t deny those little puppy eyes.

💜 Honestly an interesting experience. Donnie found some pretty neat things he could use for his inventions, and you found some pretty cool old things, like you found an old antique lamp, which was pretty cool!

💜 You guys would get back to the lair and end up cuddling on the couch. Not long after, both of you were passed out with a soft blanket draped over the both of you. His brothers found you guys and Mikey took pictures to tease the both of you later, (little stinker).

🐢🧡Michelangelo🧡🐢

🧡 As I mentioned in the last fic, (the ‘03 turtles are in love!), you guys had a rooftop date… And to say it was a fun experience would be absolutely correct.

🧡 Mikey, being the goofball that he is, had this little dining table set up and he had a fake mustache on along with this apron, acting like a waiter once you first climbed onto the rooftop, greeting you with a big smile.

🧡 He’d push in your chair and hand you the menu, pouring you a glass of Fanta, while asking you what you’d like to eat. This menu only had pizza on it by the way, so what did you order? Pizza of course!

🧡 He’d take your menu and soon grab a box of pizza, tossing aside his apron and mustache, making you laugh at his silly antics. He’d serve the pizza with a wink, and you guys would have a small dinner date while watching the sunset together!

🧡 After dinner, you and him would have fun dancing on the rooftop. Similar to Leo, he’d play music, but instead of an embracing dance with romantic music, you would be listening to more cheerful music and having a good time! Dancing to your heart's content and laughing. If you ever did end up getting tired, he’d carry you home without issue.

RAAAH, okay, felt a good amount of inspo today so I was quick to dispel it 😭 also GOD DAMN, thank you guys so much for the support on the last fic! I didn’t expect it to get so much traction like at all, so glad to see you guys like my writing! :) Next one I’m planning is first kisses with these lovely turtles <3 so I hope to see you guys there too!

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Hi, I have a little personal request nad I hope u feel comfortable doing it.

most of the time - if not all the time - i hate talking and that's why a lot of people tend to think i dislike everyone, but is just my social anxiety, so I want some fluff about the ghoul with a reader that it's really reserved and bc of that other members from the clergy usually ignore them, please <3

Its almost as if you just took a peak into my life anon, I deal with the exact same thing.

Mountain took one look at you, one sniff in your direction, and pretty much claimed you. If anyone of the ghouls is going to get it… it’s gonna be mountain.

I mean… I feel like he is kind of the same right? He feels no desire to constantly be talking. He feels no desire to constantly be social. Those who took the time to know Mountain, understand that he will happily sit in silence and consider that bonding time.

So when he took the time to know you, you clicked right away. He sees a lot of himself in you and it’s refreshing for him to have someone who really gets it.

There’s quite a big part of Mountain that loves the quiet moments the two of you share. When you sneak away to the woods on the Abbey property, or when the rest of the ghouls are off doing whatever it is they decided to do that day, and it’s just the two of you. Alone.

For Mountain, he doesn’t see this as a challenge to find you more friends or introduce you to people to ‘help’ you. Should you want to do so, of course he would support you. But the comfort comes from knowing you can be silent, just sitting with him… or with the other ghouls or whoever it is you want to be around and do exactly that. There’s no pressure to talk. There’s no pressure to fill the silence. And every time he notices how comfortable you are with him… he feels his heart soar.

He is almost positive that you can hear it, when it’s just the two of you. Perhaps you’re curled up with him in his room, or cozied up under a nice tree on a warm day. When the two of you sit down for breakfast, still half asleep with your eyes barely open… he is just positive… that you can hear his heart beating for you.

Rain would be kind of similar. Although he definitely likes to get involved and steal the spotlight every now and then… he will never put you in a position where you feel like you need to step up for him.

Rains heart is massive, he has so much room in his life for every single friend he could possibly make. He saw you, on your own, it took one second for him to decide he was having none of that and took you under his wing. You two have been inseparable ever since.

He keeps you close. The day Rain learned you felt a sense of safety with him. It was game over honestly… you’ve not gone a day without seeing or hearing from him. He gets so excited that he is your safety net. Sometimes too excited, because he has never been the safety net before. He has always had the safety net. And when he sees just how comfortable you feel with him, he gets all fuzzy and happy and soft and forgets to settle himself.

Of course he understands that he isn’t always going to see you, and he isn’t always going to hear from you. And he can be patient, and can wait for you to feel ready to come find him again. He knows that it may take a few hours, maybe a few days. And even when he is just itching to lock the two of you in your room and crawl into bed with you and soak up your presence again… he must wait. He is a good boy though… he waits for you every time and tells you just how proud of you he is every. Time.

Dew is a whole other story. He saw you, sitting on your own and just… didn’t really understand why. Like, why aren’t you interacting with other people? Why aren’t you sitting with your friends? Where are your friends? He wants to know. He needs to know.

So he plopped down right next to you and started rattling off all the questions he could think of. It was a rough start to your friendship to say the least. But, he made it his mission to know you. And boy, did it take time. But your world and his world were so vastly different that he couldn’t stop thinking about you.

Fast forward to now, he has realised a lot about himself. And now he comes to you when he needs to step away for a bit. Dew has quite literally given you so much confidence, in the sense that he showed you that even the most popular, impulsive and out of control ghouls can drain their social battery.

He might not completely understand just how difficult it can be to put on a smile and go be social all day when you just can’t do it. But thanks to you, he learnt that it’s important for him that he spends some time away from the noise and away from the world. It’s during those moments that your worlds connect, and the two of you find a kind of peace with each other. You both found something in each other that you’d never been able to find before. And as a result, the bond between the two of you grows with every passing night.

Aether gets it too, he has his friends and his popularity among the Clergy, but Aether will always chose to spend his nights, and his free time, doing his own thing. So when he met you, he couldn’t believe someone hadn’t already come and scooped you up and away from the rest of the world. To him, you were like a dream. He didn’t need to put on a mask around you. He didn’t need to put on a smile or put up a front that would convince you he was ready for action. He could breathe a little deeper, and knock down his walls.

Much like Mountain, he finds so much comfort knowing he can just chill out and do his own thing whilst in your presence. You don’t even have to be doing the same thing, Aether could be cooking up a storm in the kitchen and you could be perched happily on an empty counter, or on a chair nearby just reading a book.

There’s no pressure to have conversation, and there is no awkwardness when it’s quiet. It’s just lovely. Aether actually finds himself craving those moments with you. When he is away on tour, or if he has duties he needs to attend to or if he has been invited somewhere and his friends are relying on his presence. He just can’t stop thinking about how peaceful it is when he is with you. The content look on your face is enough to give him purpose in life.

Swiss and you are like polar opposites. He is similar to Dew in the sense that, he is well loved among the Clergy. He has looooots of people aiming to grab his attention even for just a little moment. And there’s a big part of him that loves it. He loves the attention he gets, he thinks it’s so fun. But then he got a taste of life with you. How drastic in difference it was to his normal day to day, or life on tour. It came as quite the shock when he realised just how much he enjoyed a quiet night in.

Now, Swiss will always be a party animal. And he will always love a killer night out, but he has grown quite fond of his nights with you. He refuses to tell anyone what you two get up to when he stays in with you. He gets a little bit possessive over you, worried that everyone else will want a taste of your company too.

Which of course would defeat the whole purpose of your reasoning for preferring to stay in, and he would rather drop dead, then allow anyone on this planet to make you uncomfortable or put you in a position where you need to exhaust your social battery.

Swiss would quite literally hide you away from the world and keep your quiet little moments he has grown to cherish so much all to himself.

When Phantom was still new, and was still trying to figure out his place in the Clergy. He kind of… clung to you? Like. He felt so safe and comfortable in your presence, it was exactly what he needed while he was settling in. And it wasn’t like you two met and then talked and then became friends….

No no. Phantom literally spotted you. His ghoul boy brain just went ‘yes’. Made his way over to you and without a word… sat next to you and continued studying the rest of the room. No words were exchanged. Aside from him blurting his name out, because of course you deserved to know who was going to be your shadow for the rest of forever. It was kind of awkward, and you were confused out of your mind.

But Phantom very quickly became a rock for you. He was familiar and comfortable and safe. God he was so safe. And to him… you were his anchor during the weird period of meeting people, finding his place and getting used to performing on stage.

Even now, after he has found his footing and gotten comfortable within his life in the Abbey, you are so so dear to him and you will always be the most important person on the planet to him.

[daenysx]

Hiya darling, I just saw that your requests were open so obviously I had to jump at the opportunity. Could you write sth about Aegon and maybe the reader is his girlfriend? And this time he promises himself to do things right and not just jump into the physical intimacy right away bc he's serious about her. So he's trying to restrain himself, but she's making it hard for him without even knowing, bc everything seemingly innocent turns him on lol. And then she's a bit irritated bc he's getting irritated and keeps pushing her away and she thinks that maybe she did something wrong?

It doesn't need to be pure smut, but if you could make it a bit spicy and fluffy it'd be greatly appreciated! 💖💖

thank you so much for requesting, angel, i tried my best but honestly i'm not sure if this is good enough ♡ i hope you like it! requests are open!!

aegon targaryen x fem!reader modern au (kinda nsfw)

promises

aegon wakes up to an empty bed.

he blinks slowly, his hair falls on the comfy pillow as he adjusts his head, and he feels the spot next to him. the sheets are still warm but you are not there, confusion and curiousity makes aegon's brain fuzzy the first thing in the morning. he sits on bed, rubs his eyes until he feels numb, and leaves the warmth behind him as he steps out of his room.

it is your first sleepover at aegon's, and he is excited by all means. he remembers the night, the wine bottle, and your smiles. you were glowing under the soft lights of his living room, you gave him lots of kisses, and he kissed you back. he remembers leading you to bed, cuddling you under the sheets, and the way you wrapped your arms around him. he buried his face to your neck as you fall asleep and promised not to ruin what he has with you silently.

aegon's kitchen is big enough but he keeps his glasses at the highest shelves. you are trying to get one of them on your tiptoes, wearing an old shirt from his closet and your sleep shorts. he likes seeing you like this, he decides. like you belong in his life.

you get the glass successfully, you fill it with water and drink it all in one go. aegon watches you, leaning to the wall. you finish the water and put your glass on the counter. turning your back, you see your lover waiting for you to realize him.

"good morning, baby." you say, aegon loves hearing the word baby from your mouth.

"morning." he says back. you give him a kiss on his cheek. "slept well?" you ask, even your morning voice is sweet to him. he nods, brushes his lips on your hair and fakes a kiss. you wrap your arms around his waist as you lead him back to his room.

"it's still early." you say.

"maybe we should go back to sleep." aegon says as he holds your hand.

you both find your ways back to bed, aegon lifts the sheets to get under them. he misses your warmth even though you are here with him, it's addictive and he has never been great with his obsessions. the thoughts of being together with you all the time, every way, makes his head spin. he closes his eyes and takes a calming breath.

aegon has a love-hate relationship with promises. the promises he gave to his mom, i'll be good mom, the promises he gave to aemond, and the promises he keeps giving himself. he thinks they make his life worthy somehow, he tries to prove that he is actually capable of doing something he gave his word for. no one has ever told aegon how hard it is to keep a promise, though. he finds himself imagining different scenarios of him breaking all those promises and being somewhat free.

you came into his life when everything was more difficult. he didn't even know what you see in him, why would someone like you stay with him? you deserve sunshine and happiness, aegon has broken memories behind him. not all of them was his fault to be true, but he had his fair share of ruined relationships. he was expecting to ruin the things with you as well, because why not, but it's not going as he'd guessed. it's going actually well, with you.

he is careful not to make any mistakes, the ones he knows from his past anyways. he is careful not to rush into things with you, even though he wants is badly. you in his apartment, playing with his beloved sunfyre, wearing his shirts, kissing him like he's worth it, calling him baby like he deserves it...he wants everything with you.

"i was thinking we could do something other than sleeping." you say gently, getting him out of his thoughts.

"yeah?" he asks, gets comfy on bed as you stroke his hair. "like what, pretty girl?"

you answer by starting a kiss. aegon parts his lips for you, you lean into him. the kiss lasts for seconds, you can see the first lights of the day in the room. you cup aegon's cheek with your one hand while the other twirls his hair between your fingers. aegon kisses you back and you find the courage to take the next step.

you give him one last kiss as he lies on bed, and you throw one leg over his body to get closer to him. you can feel his hardness under your leg and your stomach tightens. you press yourself as an attempt for relief and aegon holds your thigh to keep you steady. he breaks the kiss to look at you with an expression you don't quite like.

he stays still but you think maybe he's pulling away from you, and your courage feels like there's a pit in your chest. you try to pull your leg back but you can't. you try to smile when he frowns, you are almost ashamed that you are pressing yourself to him when he does nothing.

"i'm sorry." you whisper. "i didn't mean to make you uncomfortable."

aegon looks at you with glassy eyes. "don't be sorry, please. you never make me uncomfortable."

"i mean-" you start, but the words don't come out easily. "i know we didn't really do anything before but i- i thought-"

insecurity starts dripping from your words and aegon would be damned if he ever let you think you are doing something he doesn't want. "no, no, lovely. it's just-" he says, rubbing your skin. "it's all me. i just- didn't want to rush into things and-"

he stops talking and it worries you. "and what?" you ask silently.

"i don't want to lose this." he sounds afraid and broken. "i don't want to lose what we have. i don't want to ruin everything."

he blinks down a slow tear, and it breaks your heart. "aegon." you say. "you think you will ruin things with me just because we get physical?"

the conversation turns serious so quickly. aegon blinks again. "i've never been good in relationships. i want you so much, but i don't mind waiting. you didn't do anything wrong, it's all me."

"baby." you cup his cheek. "you are my boyfriend, and i want to be closer with you. i promise, you wouldn't ruin anything, and it's all good for me."

he tilts his head to see your eyes. "no rush?"

"no rush." you kiss him on his chin. "but still, you don't have to wait."

aegon kisses you and he feels a deadweight has been lifted from his chest. he thinks it's all gonna be okay, now that you know his true intentions. he pulls you on his lap until he sits on bed, he leans against headboard. the kiss takes his breath away, he helps you sit properly on him.

"we can continue if you want, or we can stop here." he whispers to your ear. "anything you want."

"i want you, aegon." you whisper back.

he likes that combination of words. he helps you take your shorts off without leaving the bed, you pull down his sweatpants and his boxers. aegon touches your inner leg, your skin is hot. he drags his fingers further until he finds what he's looking for.

you lift your hips against him, he's getting harder every passing second. you wrap your fingers around him, stroking him until he's fully hard.

"i'm not gonna last if you keep doing that." he says desperately.

"can we stay like this?"

you smile and give him a kiss. your fingers guide him to your entrance and he helps you putting it in by angling himself properly. your wetness slides against him, he tries to find your clit after a moment of catching his breath. you hold the hand on your cunt, bringing it to your mouth to kiss the back of it.

he agrees, he doesn't think he can manage to last long with fast movements and strong strokes. this is grounding and calming, he is fully inside you and you are comfortable on his lap. you keep him inside you as you put your head on his chest. he kisses your hair and rubs your back.

"thank you for being honest with me." you say. aegon realizes your voice gets sleepy and he keeps rubbing your back.

he kisses your forehead as a way of answering. "come on, let's go back to sleep." he slides down on bed to put his head on the pillow.

you nod. "but we'll continue once we wake up."

aegon laughs. "we kinda have to, i don't know how to handle more of your teasings at this point."

"i'm not teasing you!"

"yeah, baby, of course you're not." he rolls his eyes and smiles.

[fayes-fics]

And One For Luck

Pairing: Benedict Bridgerton x fem!reader

Summary: Benedict introduces his wife to birthday spankings

Warnings: 18+ smut, minors DNI, dom/sub tones, mild exhibitionism, spanking, dirty talk, vaginal fingering, vaginal sex.

Word Count: 2.8k

Authors Note: Unbetaed. This is a very belated birthday gift for my wonderful mutual (and talented fic writer) @queen-of-the-misfit-toys, who requested Benedict + birthday spanking. I'm sorry I'm so slow with writing lately, my dear, but I hope you enjoy this enough to compensate. <3

“Happy birthday!!” all your friends raise a toast around your dinner table, and you drink the dregs of your wine down with gusto. Three glasses in, the word seems warm and fuzzy around the edges.

“Hello, handsome,” you slur slightly as your husband slides into the seat next to you.

“Hello, darling, that might be enough wine,” Benedict suggests gently, taking your glass and putting it back on the table as you pout. “I need you complis mentis for your last gift in a short while,” he whispers, leaning in.

“Do I not get but one hint?” your pout growing larger. 

You have certainly enjoyed all the other wonderful little gifts he has given you today, from the physical (lovely jewellery, the dress you wear) to the social (this surprise dinner party).

“Alright. It’s a tradition I heard about from our fine American cousins; I think you’ll enjoy it. And that’s all you get for now, wife,” he winks and slips away again to play party host. 

—

You sway a little as you bid the last of your friends goodbye in the hallway. As your valet closes the front door and scurries away with a quick bow, you turn to your husband.

“Thank you for my party, Benedict,” you smile, still a little tipsy; the wine has you feeling louche and a little aroused at the sight of him in his handsome navy velvet jacket and gold cravat. He looks like a present himself, wrapped up in delicious layers you want to peel away to get to the lovely gifts underneath.

“You are welcome,” he smiles, kissing your temple. Then there is a change in his voice; it’s darker, smoother. “Now, are you ready for your final gift of the day?”

“Yes, please,” you murmur back, suddenly a little breathless at the bedroom tone he has employed.

“How daring are you feeling, my love?” he checks as warm fingers trace patterns on the skin of your back, right above where your dress line is.

“Very,” you answer honestly, already feeling a heated ache for him between your legs. It still amazes you that only a few words from him can do this to you.

“Pull up your dress.” It’s an order.

Everything inside you screams yes and please.

“Here?!” you hiss, faking displeasure, playing up as a surge of want gallops through your body.

“Did that sound like a suggestion?” he raises an achingly seductive eyebrow. You scramble to obey, gathering your dress up over your arms. Rather conveniently, you find there are loops hidden under the hemline. “Another gift,” he smirks as you feed your hand through, recalling this is the dress he had specially made for you tonight. No wonder he also asked you to forgo your chemise. He has planned it all. You just love it when he does this. 

“Hold on here,” he instructs, taking your hands and guiding them onto the thick balustrade at the base of your staircase. You grip the smooth polished wood and shoot a desirous look at him over your shoulder. He smiles predatory, and a hand lands on your bottom, warm through the thin luxurious but thin layer of your silk underwear.

“Tell me, darling wife, have you heard of birthday spankings?” his voice smokey and dark.

You clench reflexively at the word, butterflies fluttering, your breath catching.

“No husband,” you demure, flexing instinctively against his hand, “please tell me more.”

“Those in the Americas believe it brings luck to the birthday person. You get a light spank on the buttocks for each year you have been alive,” he intones, his breath hot on your cheek as his long fingers swirl patterns into the silk, and he adds, “And an extra one for luck.”

“Are you really going to spank me twenty-seven times?” you gasp, unable to stop rubbing your thighs together with glee.

“No, wife,” he corrects, his lips sliding down to your neck to suck on the cord of your neck. “I'm going to spank you twenty-eight times. Unless you do not want any luck?”

“I want it,” you rush out, and he chuckles warmly at the speed of your response.

Then his hand raises from your bottom, and you miss its warmth, but only briefly, as he slaps it back down, a light tap on the silk. You moan quietly, the sensation not enough but spiking your arousal.

“Count for me, darling,” he requests, right in your ear.

“One,” you stutter.

“Well done,” he rumbles approvingly, and the praise causes all of your body to bloom. You will do anything when he speaks as such.

He does the same to your other buttock, just a very light, gentle tap of his fingers.

“Two,” you count dutifully, twisting to look at him again, but he stops you.

“No, face forward,” he commands with a warm chuckle, pressing your head gently so it hangs between your shoulders where you cling to the wood.

He manhandles your hips so you are shuffled backwards, more bent over, before there is another spank. This one is more intense, back to the original cheek, and you exhale slightly at the feeling, knowing he is just warming you up.

“Three.”

He makes an approving noise at the back of his throat as he pulls back the same hand and spanks right on top of where he just had, taking you by surprise; you had expected him to go to your other cheek.

“Four.” 

“I have to keep you on your toes, do I not?” his voice laced with amusement as he intuits your thoughts.

You sigh your approval as he traces his fingertips gently over the sting. You rub your thighs together, seeking friction for the throb growing between your legs.

Rapidly, he glances a blow on your other cheek, a bit more insistent now.

“Five,” you exhale obediently, hanging your head and wanting him to strip off your last layer of silk underwear to touch your bare skin. “More” escapes your lips unbidden.

He huffs a laugh bemused and leans over your back. “More of what, darling wife?” he teases, his breath hot on your cheek.

“I want your hands on my skin,” you rush out, blushing.

He chuckles again and spanks the other cheek, his fingers lingering.

“Six.”

“If you are very well-behaved for me, perhaps I will,” he dangles the promise softly, and you groan almost in frustration.

He reigns four quick successive blows onto either cheek, the cool silk almost soothing against your button as it becomes more heated.

“Seven, eight, nine, ten,” you reply, biting your lip and looking over your shoulder at him. He flicks his head fractionally with a pointed eyebrow, telling you without telling you to look away again. “I want to look at you, husband,” you grouse a little, pushing back into his grip spanning your cheek.

“I’ll stop if you keep looking at me,” he warns in a playful tone.

“Fine,” you grouse and look away,

He laughs at your faux indignation and, as he does so, spanks both checks at the same time.

“Eleven, twelve.”

“Good girl,” he purrs, knowing the effect it has on you, your skin pebbling in goosebumps and a frisson running down your spine at the low, honeyed tone he uses.

Another two blows have you blowing out a puff of air, getting closer to the strength that leaves his mark over your skin for a short while.

“Thirteen, fourteen.”

But you can’t help but smile as his left hand spiders to your hip, to the little row of tiny buttons there holding on your silk underwear. He deftly plucks them open as you breathe shallow, excited, pushing back towards his body. With a push from the hand still resting on your cheek, the material flutters to the ground, and you step out of them as his large hands slide to encircle both cheeks, fingers splayed wide.

“Your skin is blooming under my attention, darling,” sounding proud of his handiwork thus far. “But I won't be satisfied until I can see handprints, so hold on because it's time for the real spanking to behind now, my love.:

You can scarcely believe this is happening; your dress hitched over your back, bottom half now utterly bare, hanging onto the staircase in your hallway, sconces blazing, and the glass window to the street unobscured by its velvet drape. Should anyone walk by at a certain angle, they would surely see you if they happened to glance in; it feels by design. 

“Anyone could see us, Benedict,” you point out, nodding to the window off to the side.

“Do not pretend as if that does not make you want this even more, darling wife,” he rumbles, leaning over your back so his lips brush your ear.

He’s right. Your husband has an exhibitionist streak that makes you crave him. He wants the world to know you are his, and if they want to watch as he takes control of you, he will let them. And god, you will let him do it too. 

“Let them look at this, your beautiful bottom and…” you gasp as two of his finger trail down between your legs and glance your folds “.. this luscious wet cunt, weeping just for me.” 

You whimper as the words fall from his lips, so scandalous but said with such a lyrical cadence; they are elegant like poetry. Your cries get louder as he pushes one long elegant finger into your body, as the other hand spanks hard upon your naked flesh.

“I…I have forgotten my number,” you hurriedly confession over a moan as Benedict slowly rocks that finger into and out of your body, your clit throbbing, desperate for his touch.

“What a pity; we were halfway there….” he sighs, giving you a hint, his fingers going still.

“Fifteen!” you announce triumphantly at your quick calculation, and he makes an approving noise of your depiction and thrusts deeper into your cunt adding a second finger.

“Well done,” he chimes as you moan his name and start to rock back into his movements; the squelching sound of your body as he finger fucks you seems so loud in the echoey hallway.

“I love that sound,” he comments as if he knows where your thoughts have run before reigning another spank onto your cheek, hanging onto the fleshy spot he had hit, his fingers flexing as you cry out. “And that one, too,” he adds smugly; you know, without looking, he is wearing that handsome smirk of his.

“Sixteen,” you count.

“So, so good for me,” he praises, removing his fingers from inside you and painting a wet trail of your arousal across your heated bum cheek. He spanks with that damp hand, the moisture somehow adding a sharp edge to the ache. You squeal faintly as he huffs a laugh, swirling a pattern of juices over your flesh.

You whine at the loss of his fingers inside you, praying he will slide the other hand between your legs to soothe the entirely different sort of ache there. But he does not. He just spanks again with each hand slightly cupped, the noise so loud and the impact so great your whole body jerks.

“Urghhh… seventeen, eighteen,” you sigh, then clear your throat. “Please, may I have your fingers again?” your ask, meek, keeping your head down.

There is another loud spank that makes you exhale heavily.

“Nineteen.”

“What was that darling?” he teases, playing the fool. You know he heard you; there is nary another sound in the house; he just wants you to say it loud, to beg for him.

“I would like your fingers inside me again, please, husband,” you pronounce crisply, pulling your head up and staring at the wall ahead of you, not turning around as he asked.

“Oh, good girl,” the hand that was not inside you reaching to stroke your face affectionately. “You did not so much as turn your head; you deserve a birthday treat indeed,” he hums as you push your cheek into his palm, rubbing like a cat. Until he withdraws the hand, and you inhale sharply as you hear the unbuttoning of his trousers. 

Yes, yes, oh god, yes, even better, your mind screams as your cunt clenches, so very keen for him.

You can practically hear the smile as he notices the quiver of excitement in your legs and runs a thumb slowly up the back of your thigh before grabbing his cock and lining up. You are babbling soft pleas under your breath as he teases you, running his tip over your sensitive, swollen nub and chuckling at your frustrated snuffle.

Fingernails gouging into the wooden post you grip, your throat releasing a feral sound as he pushes into you abruptly, plumbing deep, your soaked channel providing no resistance to his deep thrust, pulling him into your hilt with a ripple of excitement. He groans and utters how wondrous you feel, tight around his cock. Just as you want to ask him to move, a hand spanks hard on your left buttock, and you cry out, almost having forgotten.

“Twenty!” you cry out, fingers flexing, legs stiffening, pushed so close to orgasm merely by him fucking into you with one stroke.

“Push back onto me, darling,” he tutors glibly, a hand wrapping around the crest of your hipbone to encourage your movement.

You do as told, bending your arms to pull away and straightening them to push back so he sinks to the hilt. The invasion makes your eyes roll, makes you begin a greedy rhythm, chasing what you want as he clucks affirmative noises. The hand releases your hip, and you know what is coming; he spanks just as you push back onto his cock, your own motion making the blow that much more impactful.

“Twenty-one.”

It's a frenzy of movement as you start to fuck yourself onto him in earnest, and he rewards you every few strokes with a spank on your bottom, your skin glowing hot as your clit throbs for attention. You wish you weren't still in your dress, your stays pinching your ribs and breasts as your lungs inflate with ragged pulls; the material around your bicep pinching skin as you pump your arms for leverage, fucking back onto him.

“May I touch myself?” you pant after you have obediently counted the twenty-fifth blow.

When he gives permission, your hand slides between your folds instantly, snagging that swollen pearl and groaning loudly at the firework it fires inside you. You speed up, he growls, the grip on your bottom harsh after the next spank; he's going so hard now your body jolts with every hit.

“Twenty-six!” your call is urgent, breathless, needy, knowing it just spurs him on, wanting to push you to the edge and pull you over with him.

“Come on, birthday girl,” he implores, “just two more,” you can tell from the tone he won't last much longer either, both of you overwrought from the explosive passion. 

You know the last two will be harsh; you are holding your breath as his right hand blows so hard you scream, the elixir of the harsh strike on your glowing skin melding with the pleasure of his cock pushing you open as your fingers scrabble over your clit. 

“Twenty-seven!!” 

He leans over your back, still mostly dressed himself, and you know you are both sweaty now with the exertion, feeling his sticky forehead rest on the nape of your neck, below where your hair is pinned up but rapidly loosening with the jerking motions you make together. He is gusting breaths and starts to meet your thrusts, the press of his pelvis heavy against yours.

“Here comes your good luck, darling,” he grunts, pulling his head up to teeth the skin at the hairline of your neck.

The last blow is both hands at once on the outer edges of your cheeks where they meet your thighs—the sting on this new, delicate spot almost blinds you.

“Twenty-eight!!” you howl; your body is breaking, the sensation all too much. Your bottom smarting, raw, your cunt convulsing vice-like on his cock as something inside you snaps and your whole body shudders and shakes, blood rushing in your eardrums, mouth slack and screaming. He has to grasp your hips as your body goes limp, and with a final shout, you feel his fingers curl around and dig into your belly as he stills and empties his seed deep inside you, winded, the veins in his neck pulsing as he comes so hard you almost lose your footing.

For a few moments, it's just laboured breathing, him pulling you upright as his cock softens and slips from your body, curling you into a tight embrace from behind you. Dress hem still looped around your wrists, you turn around and twine your arms around his neck, pulling him down for an artless but satisfying kiss.

“Thank you for the best birthday present ever,” you murmur. Benedict smiles almost bashfully now that playtime is over. Delicately he picks you up into his arms and carries you up the staircase to bed.

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[lomltrentarnold]

could you do a fic where trent gets asked questions about y/n in an interview and he starts blushing etc

❛ soft launched. ❜ — trent alexander-arnold

‣ hana’s notes : anon i love your mind!!!!!! cause when i tell u i RAN to write this 🤭 this is probably not what you expected but i hope you still enjoy it <3 they have a more like private relationship but maybe next time I’ll write when they mention each other more often or where y/n is like a famous person so stay tuned ‼️

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“So, Trent, your football career is looking amazing, your stats are blowing up—”

Trent let out a chuckle at the flowing praise, pride fuelling in his chest. But he didn’t expect the last statement to pop up.

“—and also your love life, it seems. I know you keep your relationship reclusive but that soft launch really had fans going crazy. Tell me a little about that.”

He was speechless for a second, a warm smile settling on his lips at the thought of you. He felt his body getting warm, he couldn’t stop grinning that his cheeks were starting to hurt.

“Yeah, yeah, uh,” he stumbled, words stuck in his throat and he doesn’t know which one to start with. This is his first time he’s talking about you in an interview, although you and him already knew that it was coming after the instagram post, it was still a little bit nerve wrecking.

Trent shrugged before continuing, “I’m a very private person with all of this. All that I have to say is that I’m very happy with my life right now. The support that I have right now, I’m just— uh, very very grateful to be honest. I wouldn’t trade it for the world.” he rambled, your face fresh in his mind, left him feeling all fuzzy inside.

The interviewer sent him a warm smile, he too was feeling happy for him, “Tell me what makes Y/N special.”

Trent didn’t think that they would find your name so fast, but it also wasn’t a surprise, “You guys are quick huh?” they both shared a laugh, before that love struck look glazed over his face once again, “Y/N is honestly amazing. Do you know the feeling that you’re with someone you adore, you can’t really describe it— yeah, Y/N’s probably the best thing that has happened to me.”

He stopped at that, still wanting to keep your relationship as private at possible. But that was more than enough. Everyone in the room could see how smitten he was and they all shared the same joy.

Even the interviewer knew that.

“I am glad to see you happy, Trent. You definitely deserve it.” the interviewer softly smiled at him.

“Thank you.” he chuckled as he shyly scratched the back of his neck.

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Couple of days later, the interview was out.

“Trent, it’s out!” you exclaimed, running to the sofa, and snatching the remote from his hand to change it.

Trent looked at you amused, “Why’re you so excited?”

You smirked, “Why can’t I be?” you looked at him teasingly, before kissing his cheek and pressing play.

Trent was fidgety the whole time as the video plays, nervous for your reaction when you saw the specific scene.

“—and also your love life, it seems. I know you keep your relationship private but that soft launch really had fans going crazy.”

He slowly looked at you, trying to figure out your reaction. But what he saw completely left him in awe.

You were staring at the screen, wearing a proud look on your face. Your smile is so big, he can’t help but mirror it.

You didn’t know why you felt so giddy, so happy, knowing that he was talking about you, praising you, that only you (and some friends and family.) know that. It brought a sense of comfort and ego boost that you can’t explain.

You squealed when you feel warm hands engulfing your waist. Trent pulled you between his legs as he peppered the side of your face with kisses.

“Wait!—“ you laughed, “What’re you doing!” you tipped your head up, trying to look at him. But you were met with his dreads instead.

“Love you.” you heard him whisper. You pouted at your adorable boyfriend, moving your hand behind his neck and softly scratching his scalp.

“Love you too, baby.” you took him out of your neck, and landed a soft kiss on his lips, “You’re the best thing that has ever happened to me too.”

Trent’s eyes went big and glassy, he was giving you that doe eyed look that made you all flustered. “So lucky to have you.” he muttered.

How lucky you were that this boy was all yours.

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HONEST (BUT HAPPY) ACCIDENT. ━━ PSW

prompts / plot. ━━━━━ first kiss, kissing each other breathless, nose kisses & holding hands while running through the rain

requested by @mundayoonimnida. ━━━━━ gn! foreigner! reader x university student! park seonghwa , fluff/slice of life , staring: yn & seonghwa (+ unnamed friends) , tw: rain, slight anxiety, kissing, mentions of both star wars and legos, the reader wears lip make up, overuse of the word pretty because the author loves that word , wc: 685 , notes: i know the request is technically female reader but i ended up not using any pronouns so it’s gn! thanks for requesting lovely im sorry that it took so long! the request was wonderful

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masterlist | credits to @ari-shipping-stuff for being my beta reader / writer <33

SEONGHWA COULD NOT BELIEVE HIS OWN ACTIONS.

It was truly unlike him to do something like this. He knew it, and even you— who was now staring with wide eyes at him— knew it.

Your thumbs had stopped caressing his wet hands like they previously did as you two stood underneath the bus shelter. You didn’t let go however, not even once. That little fact gave him hope that he hadn't ruined everything, despite still feeling like letting the earth swallow him.

He hadn't meant to kiss you. It was an honest accident.

It was just.. The way you had shown up as he walked back to his dorm after class, grabbed his hands, and pulled him out of the rain only a couple moments before. The way you gently scolded him about the mere possibility of getting sick made him feel so cared for— so loved that his body moved before he even knew what he was doing.

Truthfully, he hadn’t know you for that long. Only 343 days to be exact. Back then, you were just the pretty foreign exchange student, but something about you made him fall head over heels. He was a fool for you since the day you first exchanged words when you were assigned to work on a class project together in one of your shared classes.

He was so happy to find out you two had mutual friends, giving him an excuse to keep hanging around you after the project ended.

Seonghwa could never not melt in your presence. Especially not when he found out you two had similar interests like Star Wars (he couldn't even be bothered when you'd said that Star Trek was just as good to you) and building Legos.

After he happened to buy one of the sets you were interested, you two spent the whole night building it together. It had eventually become a weekly occurrence where you would build Legos or rewatch the movies and theory videos. All the while, Seonghwa stole glances of your pretty lips, wondering if they’d feel as soft as they looked.

Well.. Now he knew!

It was definitely not the way he had planned to confess. You were so beautiful inside and out. You always took care of him and protected him out of the kindness of your heart and made him feel all warm and fuzzy inside. You honestly deserved a better confession.

But that was not how it went, and now you were looking at him with those pretty eyes. He watched your expression with a nervous, awaiting look on his face.

“I-I’m sorry, I don’t know what came over me, you just—! It was uh… an accident! Yeah, an accident! I’m really sorry, Yn.” He stuttered as he moved a step away.

With the distance he created in between you and him, he tried to let go of your hands, only for you to tighten your grip on them, pulling him closer instead.

“An accident?” You asked, the mere thought creating a slight tremor in your words.

“Yeah, I didn’t mean to confess like this—”

Seonghwa continued to stumble over his own words, but those few were enough for the corners of your mouth to lift up in a wholehearted smile. You wrapped your hands around his neck, staring into his brown eyes, and placed a kiss on his nose, effectively silencing his self-deprecating confession.

Finally, Seonghwa looked back at you, the hearts nearly jumping out of his eyes as they met your own.

He wrapped his arms around your waist and you slowly leaned in, lips coming together in a entirely new sensation, moving clumsily but in-sync, full of emotion until the both of ran out of oxygen.

Slightly panting, you looked at each other once again as you parted, with a knowing but loving smile, as well as your cosmetic lip color apparent on both of your lips. You breathlessly exchanged your feelings before reuniting in the third kiss of many to come.

Sure, he didn’t mean to kiss you right there and then. It was simply an honest but happy accident.

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Taking Deuce To Build-A-Bear

Reader/Yuu is female

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“Come on, handsome,” you beam at your boyfriend, laughter lacing your words as you tug his arm forwards into the mall and lead the way to your mystery location. Deuce chuckles fondly at your enthusiasm, finding your youthful joy absolutely adorable. The pure elation glowing on your countenance makes it impossible for him to even think about suppressing his smile (not that he would ever dare to). 

“I’m coming, I’m coming,” he smiles back at you, letting you drag him around your homeworld without a care in the world. Right now he’s too busy relishing in the fuzzy warmth that the comfort your hand clasped in his brings. He did ask you where you were taking him when you had first started this outing but your only reply was a cheeky grin, placing a finger on your mouth as you mischievously whispered, “it’s a secret.”

He didn’t really care where this date was, honestly. All he knows is that if only the thought of it makes you this happy then he can be patient. With that lambent smile, you could push him off a cliff and he’d die a happy man.

“Alright,” your voice cuts in through his thoughts. He looks at you and sees you buzzing with excitement, bouncing on your feet as your eyes sparkle with eagerness, “we’re here. Ta da!”

His eyes follow the length of your arm to see what you were gesturing towards and he finds himself looking at a technicoloured store with vibrant crimsons and sunflower yellows dancing along the exterior. Inside of a large, brightly lit window, he could see a display table exhibiting an array of smiling stuffed animals all dressed in colourful clothes. With its lively music, toddler picture book-esque vibe and majority population of children that appeared to be under twelve, he had the feeling that this wasn’t the type of place two teenagers would go on a date.

“Is this,” he furrowed his eyebrows in confusion, looking at your still beaming face with the expression of someone who hadn’t quite caught on the punchline of a joke, “are we at a toy store?”

“‘A toy store?’” you repeated with mock outrage, “it’s not just ‘a toy store’. It’s Build-A-Bear Workshop! Where best friends are made! I’ll have you know, handsome, that in this world, entry into such a respected and renowned institution is a rite of passage, a coming of age if you will.”

He couldn’t help but feel amusement at your giddiness and he didn’t even think about resisting the urge to wrap an arm around your shoulder and bring you closer to him so that he can press a loving kiss onto your forehead, the giggle he receives in return makes him want to do it again but, with all of the willpower he can muster, he says, “Alright then. So I guess this is where our date is then?”

“Yep,” you respond with a chirp, “I thought that it would be really cute if we made teddy bears and dressed them up. I passed by here the other day and I thought of you. So, do you like it?”

“To be honest, I’m not really sure what ‘it’ is,” he admits with an embarrassed smile, “but if it makes you happy then it makes me happy.”

The resolution in his words made you smile and you pecked him on the cheek. After taking a moment to appreciate the pink that blossomed across his face, you took his hand and pulled him into the store.

“So the point of Build-A-Bear is to choose a teddy that you want, make it nice and cuddly and fluffy, take part in a Frankenstein-esque reanimation ritual and then name it and dress it up so it’s nice and warm.”

“Alright,” he nods once and then pauses, “wait, what was the one in the middle?”

“Make it nice and cuddly and fluffy,” you respond, “now, here’s our selection. Do you have any preferences?”

He surveys the wall in front of him, taking in the sight of smiling stuffed animals and the rows of unstuffed plushies that filled the baskets, “I’m not really sure.”

“That’s alright, we’ll figure it out,” you say, “did you have any teddies when you were younger.”

“Well,” his cheeks darkened as he looked away from your expectantly smiling face, “I had a stuffed white rabbit when I was little but I quit playing with it when I was like seven. To be honest, I kind of like those big stuffed animals you get in toy stores but I’ve never really been able to ask anyone.”

You make a mental note to ask his mother to send you as many baby Deuce pictures as she can and then you also make another one to take this boy to IKEA so that you could introduce him to and purchase the perfection that is the blahaj™.

“Well, the ones here are all the same size but the rabbit thing I can work with,” you reach into a basket and take out some fleecy brown cloth, “the brown bunny is a classic. What do you think?”

He held the tan material in his hands, letting the warm and fluffy fabric gently rub between his thumb and fingers, and glanced at its stuffed counterpart on the display shelf. It was so soft and loveable, so much like you that he had to accept it, “I love it.”

“Perfect,” you grin and take another for yourself,“now, onwards, to the hazing.”

“The what?”

You bring him to the next station where a lady wearing a white shirt and cobalt blue apron with a cartoon bear on it was sitting beside a large blue and yellow machine with a big window showing heaps and heaps of fluffy white stuffing getting churned around and around. 

“Hello there,” she greets you amiably, “will it be just these two then?”

“Yes, please.”

“Wonderful. Now can one of you just hop on over here and step onto the pedal so we can get your new friends stuffed?”

To show Deuce how it’s done you step forwards and step onto the black pedal in front of you. You watch his eyes widen as the woman attaches one of the bunnies to the pole sticking out of the machine and it plumps up to full huggability. When she calls him over for his turn, he turns to you and you just smile supportively, give his hand a squeeze and gesture to where you were standing.  

Next, you take two small red material hearts from the heart shaped box attached to the side of the stuffing machine and pass one along to Deuce, who has finished getting his plushie filled, before eagerly asking the lady manning the station, “can we do the heart ceremony, please? It’s my boyfriend’s first time.”

Her eyes glitter as she nods her assent, clearly excited at what’s to come. Knowing what was going to happen next, you place your phone on the honey coloured apparatus opposite you, propping it up so that you and your boyfriend are distinctly in the frame of your recording camera. 

Deuce looks at you curiously, cheeks still a little rosy from hearing you call him your boyfriend, and notices your suspiciously playful smile, “what are you recording for?”

“For memories” is what you say.

‘To send to your mother’ is what you mean.

Okay both of you,” the employee said brightly, “first I need you to warm up those hearts so they’re nice and warm and toasty.”

You enthusiastically complied, rubbing the crimson fabric between your palms as the older lady demonstrated. Beside you, Deuce did the same but with his eyebrows pinching slightly in confusion.

“Now rub it on your heart so it's full of love,” she continued.

You both did what she asked and your smile did little to hide the laughter that was threatening to burst out of you at the cautious and tentative expression on his face.

“Now rub it on your cheek so it’s always smiling.”

You figured she was also getting a kick out of Deuce as well and you wondered what it would be like to be paid to mess with people.

“Now rub it on your arms so it’s as strong as you.”

“Hmm,” you muse innocently, “I don't think my arms would be strong enough.”

Deuce goes pink when you then turn to him and rub your heart on his bicep, “that’s much better.”

“N-no way,” he stutters, completely flustered, and in retaliation, he rubs his heart against your forearm, “you’re one of the strongest people I know.”

“You can carry more than double the weight I can,” you counter.

“I’m not talking about physical strength,” he shoots back, his cerulean eyes looking deep into yours.

Now it’s your turn to get flustered as you simply mutter, “oh.”

The employee claps her hands, instantly snapping both of you out of whatever was going on, “Alright you two, now hold them in your hands, close your eyes and make a wish.”

You clasp the little heart between your hands and do just that, your mind drifting off to thoughts of Deuce and his kind eyes and warm smile, before you open your eyes and look back at your boyfriend.

Once the both of you are looking at the lady for the next instructions, she concludes with, “now, finally, give it a big kiss so they know you love them.”

You kiss yours and then Deuce tugs on your sleeve and shyly hands his over to you with an expectant smile, so you look at him knowingly and press your lips against his heart as well before the both of you give them to get inserted into your plushies. 

As you stop the recording on your phone and both of your hearts have been placed inside your bunnies, the employee swiftly stitches them up, nice and tight, before handing them back to you with a smile and a cheerful “enjoy yourselves.”

The two of you thank her before you turn around and grin at Deuce, “okay, clothes time.” 

With one hand hugging your new companion protectively against you and the other clasped in your boyfriend’s, you drag him towards the clothing section before gesturing to the miniature garments.

“We need to dress them up now,” you explain, “why don’t we look for something together for your little guy first?”

“Alright,” he smiles back at you, “I don’t really know what I’d want though.”

Your eyes scan the hangers in front of you, “well, there’s got to be something - ah ha!”

You reach over to grab a hanger and excitedly present it to the dark haired boy. On it was a black leather jacket, very reminiscent of the one he’d drape over your shoulders whenever you visit his hometown, “look! Doesn’t it look a lot like the one you have?”

Admittedly, the thought of the adorable smiling bunny in his arms donning such an outfit was a funny one but his nose wrinkles in distaste, “well, yeah, but I don’t think I’d want this little guy to wear something that has such bad ties to my past.”

You lower the hanger, your smile decreasing ever so lightly. You should’ve known. You were aware of Deuce’s self-loathing for his past and he was forever thinking back on the shameful actions of his younger self with disgust and guilt and you saw how the weight of trying to redeem and prove himself would rest heavily on his shoulders. You’re always ready to talk about his insecurities, to comfort him and to show him how much you care for him and your love for him was because of his past, not in spite of it. Instead of addressing his regretful look like you usually would do, seeing as such a deep topic shouldn’t really be done during a cute date in a very public Build-A-Bear, you simply place the jacket back where it was and let another outfit catch your eye, one that you were sure that he would definitely like. 

You immediately unhook its hanger from the rod and show it to him. At the sight of the three piece police uniform, consisting of a smart light blue shirt and tie with a dark blue tie that was paired with navy trousers and a police hat, his eyes brightened, “is that a-?”

“A police uniform?” you happily supplied, “yep, it is. Since you told me that it was your dream to be one back during the Starsending event, I figured it would be nice for your bunny to share the same goal and to remind you that I know you can achieve it.”

Deuce looks at you with an expression you know you will be unpacking late into the night, his eyes filled with wonder and reverence as he stares at you as though you’re something impossible, something he’s never seen before.

You swallow and look away, once again reminding yourself that you are out in broad daylight and that you don’t think the young mall-goers or their parents would appreciate the two of you doing what you reserve for closed doors. Beside you, you hear Deuce clear his throat before unsubtly suggesting, “why don’t you get that one?”

Your eyes trail to where he’s pointing and land on a shimmery white angel dress, complete with silver wings and a halo, and you can’t help but chuckle to yourself.

“What?” he reacts to your fond laughter with a look of both confusion and defensiveness, “I think it fits you perfectly.”

“In your eyes maybe,” you respond, “mine, not so much. How about something a bit more-oh my days, no way!”

Instantly, you get drawn towards something peeking out of the clearance bin and you find yourself holding the Holy Grail. In your hands lies an Alice in Wonderland themed dress with a rounded checkered pattern collar with a black bow in the centre, glittery black spades running down the middle of the bodice and glittery black and red card suit symbols that ran along the bottom of its sparkly blue tutu-like skirt.

“It’s perfect!” you exclaim, looking eagerly to Deuce who watches your joy with fond amusement, “and they’re both blue as well so we’ll have sort of matching outfits.”

He nods, smiling adoringly at you, “that’s great!”

After you get some black trainers for Deuce’s bunny and some glittery black flats to match the sparkly black bow that came with your dress (you also grab a jacket and a cute pair of wellies that you just couldn’t not buy for Grim) you make your way to the naming station. You then print out your certificates, pay for your items and happily leave the store, one of each of your hands clasped together and the other one swinging a bulky white cardboard cub condo.

“So~” you stop him near the entrance with a hopeful lilt in your voice, “what do you think?”

“I loved it,” he tells you, smiling radiantly at you, “definitely one of the best dates we’ve been on.”

“Well, I’m glad that you enjoyed yourself. I certainly did. And now you’ve got your own little police guy to cheer you on,” you jerk your head towards the box in his hand.

“Actually,” Deuce’s face was pink as he smiled at you bashfully, “do you mind if we switch?”

“Hmm,” you look at him perplexed.

“Well, I was thinking that maybe, it might be a cute couple thing if we had each others’. We don’t have to if you don’t want to but I thought it might be a nice thing to have to remember each other by since we don’t really see each other that often.”

Without a question, you hand over your box to him, “I think it would be nice as well. Got to admit though, what are you going to tell Ace and your dormmates once you show up to your dorm room with a toy bunny wearing a sparkly dress.”

“That my girlfriend gave it to me on a date,” he answered resolutely as he traded his box for yours, “besides, she’ll fit right in at Heartslabyul - she’s already dressed like us.”

“True. Well, I certainly feel much safer now that I have a Deuce made and approved police rabbit to protect me. Thank you, handsome,” you smile lovingly up at him and peck his cheek. He slings an arm over your shoulders and pulls you against him in response, letting your head rest against him as you both walk onwards, “Alright, next on my list: food. Come on, let me introduce you to the delights of my world’s food courts.”

[i-yap]

Richard John Grayson. Nothing's Gonna Stop Us Now is the song you sing at Karaoke in the living room. that and other songs. . By the way, you send the clothes to the dry cleaners and a cleaning service comes to clean the place about 3 times a week, with the exception of a forbidden room [it's where he keeps his Justice things] he also asks you for help in certain cases to have the point of view of his intelligent girlfriend (not only are we pretty, we are also intelligent) but he doesn't really involve you that much, you go to the batcave but you don't go beyond there, you don't go where the danger is, it would kill him to lose you even more knowing that it was his fault for putting you in trouble. risk. They both like to cook Sometimes but they almost always ask for prepared food [they are tired or they are being lazy]. I think that life with Dick Grayson when you are the one is Sweet and happy, [when you are not worried about his life or they do not have the typical slight fights] but in general it is the closest to Perfect.

Thank you very much for writing to the Batfamily. I love you .

Those headcanons are so true tbh-

Domestic Dick Grayson x reader

Honestly I kind of love the simplicity of chores.

But grayson grew up spoilt( sorry not sorry). So he just pays big bucks for simple chores and so rather than hiring from those big cleaning businesses you just hire small workers and tip them shit lot.

Also he is the perfect partner to just dance in the living room with, Sit on the kitchen counter and eat tubs of ice cream while laughing about something stupid .

Washing his hair after patrol. Him detangling yours.

He is up and good with a lot of things- Need someone to paint your nails, do face masks or give you a foot rub while you shit talk your boss...he's your man. He is the most ( and sorry only) guy out of the batboys + bruce that actually enjoys and is confident enough in his masculitnity to do all this . Others will do because they love / cant say no to their s/o but even as that is relevant to grayson, He genuinely enjoys it.

the really intimate chores he still kind of wants to do with you- like cooking . folding blankets or picking groceries. Stuff he can do with you- make an activity. It gives him a little of that domestic life he always wanted. He just goes really soft and warm and fuzzy when he gets to do it with you. If you ask him why he looks lost in thought he tells you he's gonna marry you or that you're his forever. Also he sighs, pulls you into his arms , says the line and then leans to kiss your forehead.

He starts to love the smiths(or a smililar band) after meeting you. Like once , early in your relationship or maybe the "talking, flirting" stage of itm you guys got into and elevator and the popular "if a double decker busss" started to play and you commented how it feels like you're in a movie. (bonus points if you hum it) and man just spins you into his arms, dips you and kisses you so hard that even 20 mins after leaving the elevator you were-woozy. Now everytime that song comes up he stops the car/ or in the middle of a store or even in your kitchen, he just dips and kisses you. Cuz the only way this man is dying is dying by your side.

[sweetestofchaos]

let me keep you warm | p.sh

baby baby baby like like savoring this feeling gently close yours eyes and just focus on me like now

❅ seonghwa x reader

❅ prompt: “Are you cold?” “A little bit but I’ll be okay.” “Come here, let’s get you all warmed up.”

❅ wc: 1.4k

❅ warnings: fluff - smut - kissing - semi-public sex - car sex - creampie

❅ a/n: written for Merry Chaosdays 1K Follower Event, requested by @jjungkookislife. B!!! My sweet, sweet friend. Thank you so much for sending in another request. I haven't written for Seonghwa in soooo long. Ahhh, I was very excited to work on this. I hope you enjoy it! Also, happy new years eve!!!

❅ song lyrics above are 'Just Me And You' by Taemin

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Due to the sudden power outage from the snow, your plans for the night were canceled. The restaurant that Seonghwa booked had called to let you know that they were closing early for the night and apologized for the inconvenience with the promise of a free meal for the both of you at a later date. Seonghwa was a little upset but there wasn’t anything he could do about it. Since the two of you were already outside, he thought that maybe the two of you could visit the main strip and enjoy some hot food while you enjoyed the night life.

It was a nice thought and you agreed with no complaints. Any time spent with Seonghwa was very much wanted and loved. Seonghwa was dressed warmly, the turtleneck he wore looked very sexy paired with the rest of his black on black outfit. You wore a beige long sleeved sweater dress that hung over your knuckles with holes for your thumbs and stopped mid-thigh, black stockings and over the knee cream colored boots. Seonghwa had gifted you a new coat last week for the incoming colder weather and you decided to wear it tonight. A fuzz oversized beige coat was just what you had wanted and paired with a cream infinity scarf, your outfit was perfect. 

Hand in hand, you walked down the street with Seonghwa, giggling as he told you a story about his latest antics with San and Mingi. You were overdue for a visit with the guys and made a mental note to stop by the studio one day with lunch. The streets were empty, a few bodies spread here and there. It was cold as the snow fell gently from the sky but with Seonghwa beside you, it wasn’t a bother.

As the snow crunched beneath your boots, you looked behind you and smiled. Seonghwa looked very handsome tonight with the lights shining against his profile. His dark hair was a little damp from the fallen snow but he didn’t say anything as he pulled you towards a stall that sold odeng and the stall beside that sold hotteok. You walked as you ate, not wanting to stay still for too long. 

“You got a little something,” Seonghwa reached out and wiped the corner of your mouth with his thumb. You watched as he shoved the finger into his mouth and sucked off the sweet filling of the hotteok. He hummed in delight and you noticed the mischievous glint in his eyes. You bit your lip and walked ahead of Seonghwa, making him laugh and call after you. He easily caught up with you and laced your fingers together as he took your hand once more.

“You know, I can’t decide what tasted better.”

“Mmmm?” You thought about Seonghwa’s words. “Both are good but honestly, I liked the hotteok more.”

Seonghwa laughed and you raised an eyebrow as he stopped walking, pulling you to stand in front of him. The two of you were standing at the side of a building, the darkness of the alleyway making your stomach churn as Seonghwa stared down at you.

“That’s not what I’m talking about babe,” Seonghwa leaned forward and rested his forehead against yours as he cupped your cheek with one hand. “The hotteok is good but I think I like your lips much better.”

Before you could comprehend his words, Seonghwa’s lips were on yours and you gasped into the kiss. Taking quick steps forward, Seonghwa pushed you into the alleyway, hidden away from people on the street. His lips were soft and warm, sweet and savory from the mix of food shared between the two of you. Pressed against the side of the building, you felt your fingers lose their grip on the food as you body moved on autopilot to tangle your fingers into Seonghwa’s dark hair. His lips mapped pathways on your exposed skin up to your ear where he panted heavily. 

“We should head home.”

The words were whispered and you nodded your head in agreement. The way your panties started to stick to your core, you knew you couldn’t walk comfortably. The smile on your boyfriend’s lips was wicked as he kissed you one last time and pulled you back onto the street. His hand held yours tightly as the two of you practically sprinted to the car. You noticed the snow on the car and smiled, pulling your hand out of Seonghwa’s grip as he unlocked the doors.

You reached out with your index finger and made a heart, smiling to yourself as Seonghwa came up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist.

“You’re cute,” he muttered as he pressed a kiss below your ear. “Now get your ass in the car.” As he led you to the front of the car, you shivered and he frowned. “Are you cold?” 

“A little bit but I’ll be okay.” You promised as you rubbed your thighs together. Maybe the dress was a bad idea after all.

Seonghwa looked around the deserted street and redirected you to the back door of the car. “Come here, let’s get you all warmed up.”

You turned to look at your boyfriend with wide eyes and he smirked, “Go on now, baby.” He held open the door and you shivered once more, this time from his dark eyes as you slid into the backseat of the car. He started the car with his push-to-start and easily turned on the heat. Seonghwa looked around once more before he jumped in after you. His hand and lips wore on you the moment the door slammed shut behind him, you were stripped of your coat and scarf, your dress bunched at your waist in the blink of an eye.

“Can’t have my baby getting a cold now, can I?” Seonghwa questioned and you knew it was a shit excuse to get you in his lap. You shook your head and whined as he ripped your stockings in the center. “I’ll buy you new ones, love.”  He helped you straddle his lap and your hands found his shoulders, holding yourself up as Seonghwa quickly unbuckled his belt and pants. He pulled them down far enough to pull his cock free from his boxers and gripped the base with his fist.

“Go head, baby. Warm yourself up.”

His words made your core clench around nothing, just the thought of him inside you had a gush of arousal pour from your center. You impaled yourself on Seonghwa’s dick, the both of you moaned in union as the stretch and warmth sent pleasure shooting up your spines. 

“Shit, baby!” Seonghwa breathed out as you started to rock your hips back and forth. There wasn’t a lot of space to work with but it was enough to get the job done. Fingers dug into the meat of your ass and you threw your head back as Seonghwa started to bounce you on his dick. 

The scent of sex quickly filled the small space, your hot breath fogged the windows and your moans were thankfully muffled inside the car as Seonghaw brought you closer and closer to release. Sweat gathered at your hairline, collected underneath the material of your dress and you felt lightheaded. Seonghwa licked at your neck, nipped at your throat and whispered such filth in your ear as you rode him. The car rocked with your movements and Seonghwa smirked against your skin. He saw shadows coming closer to the car but he didn’t care. Let them look, he was the only one that could make you feel this good. 

Your walls tightened around him and Seonghwa cursed feeling the way his balls tightened, he was close. “Come for me, baby. Make a mess all over my cock.”

His words were a trigger, the switch was flipped and you cried out as you were pulled under wave after crashing wave. Seonghwa grunted and started to thrust his hips upward, pulling you down to meet him. He came soon after with your name falling from his lips and groaned as you settled in his lap, catching your breaths. The sounds of the outside were muffled but you could hear people’s voices. You tried to lift your head to see how close they were but Seonghwa hugged you tightly against him.

“Relax, baby,” he muttered against your hair as he kissed your temple. “No one can see inside right now.”